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Aug. 5, 2010 - Radio Free Nortwest - H.A. Covington
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Oh, then tell me, Sean O 'Farrell, tell me why you hurry so.
Hush your vocal, hush and listen, and his cheeks were all aglow.
I bear orders from the captain, get you ready quick and soon, for the pikes must be together by the rising of the moon.
By the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon, for the pikes must be together by the rising of the moon.
Oh, then tell me, Sean O 'Farrell, where the gathering is to be?
In the old spot by the river, a rifle known to you and me.
One more roar for signal, token whistle, up the marching tune.
For your bike upon your shoulder by the rising of the moon.
By the rising of the moon.
By the rising of the moon.
Switch your bike upon your shoulder by the rising of the moon.
Out from many a mud wall cabin eyes were watching through the night.
Many a manly chest was throbbing for the blessed warning light.
Warbirds passed along the valleys like the man she's lonely crew.
And a thousand blades were flashing at the rising of the moon.
Greetings from the Northwest Homeland, comrades.
It's August the 5th, 2010.
I'm Harold Covington and this is Radio Free Northwest.
The rising of the moon.
There beside the singing river that dark mass of men were seen.
Far above their shining weapons hung their own beloved green.
Death to every foe and traitor forward strike the marching tune.
And hurrah, my voice for freedom is the rising of the moon.
A hearing was held in Coeur d 'Alene, Idaho on July 28th with a federal judge who phoned it in from Boise.
The accounts I get from people who were there indicate that Steele's public defender was pretty lackadaisical about the whole thing.
We're not talking Matlock here, apparently.
Well, what else can you expect?
I repeat that for someone to entrust their defense to an attorney who is being paid his salary by the same regime that's trying to do you harm seems to me to be a bit of a conflict of interest, but often defendants have no choice.
It's pretty obvious to me that the public defender system is one of these aspects of democracy that's intended to establish the appearance of fairness and justice, while making sure that the reality of fairness and justice I mean, come on now.
Outside of a lawyer show on television, when was the last time anyone ever heard of a public defender actually getting anybody released from the jaws of the mincing machine?
What public defenders are good at is negotiating plea bargains.
I've known a lot of guys who've been arrested, and they've described to me their experiences with public defenders.
The daily pressure from the cops, the prosecution, and their own lawyers to cop a plea is immense, and it takes almost superhuman strength of will to resist.
I can almost tell you with full certainty that right now, Ed Steele's public defender is twisting the screws on Ed in every way he can to try and persuade him to cop a plea.
One of the reasons in our Northwest Constitution that we prohibit lawyers as a profession.
Anyway, getting back to the hearing, a trial date for Edgar Steele has been set for August 16th, which I repeat is absolute lightning speed by federal standards.
The kid who was arrested for posting a poem to the internet didn't come to court for five months.
More on him in a bit.
And Bill White had to wait almost 18 months for a trial.
Not even a hint yet of a trial date for the Huttery militia, so far as I know.
They were arrested in late March, and on May 3rd, a judge granted bail to all nine of the accused, which is basically his way of saying that he knows full well the FBI case is bullshit.
If there had been any genuine evidence of a conspiracy or any serious danger of violent resistance to the regime, then all nine of them would still be buried alive under the jailhouse.
I don't deny that there's still the odd federal judge around who may actually have some less lingering remnants of a sense of decency.
Apparently, this one who granted the Michigan defendant's bond is one such.
I guess the regime's case against those nine hapless individuals is so obviously contrived and filled with perjury that even a lifelong servant of the system in a black robe gagged on it.
A pity Edgar Steele can't get a judge like that.
I personally suspect that the reason for Edgar Steele's overly speedy trial is that the regime wants to convict Steele before they have to try their own informant, Larry Fairfax, for planting the bomb in Cindy Steele's SUV.
So far as I'm aware, they haven't set a trial date for Fairfax yet, and he seems to have dropped off the radar.
That saves them from the embarrassment of having to rely on the word of a convicted felon in the Steele case, and I'm sure that with his own case hanging over his head, Mr. Fairfax will definitely be on his P's and Q's in the courtroom and turn in a stellar performance.
In more news from the tyrant's court system, last week I asked listeners to let me know any information they had on the case of Johnny Logan Spencer, the young man who was arrested and charged with threatening the president because he wrote a poem that someone in the system didn't like and posted it onto the internet at newsaxon.org.
He posted it, by the way, almost two years before some coon in the FBI saw it and decided he didn't like it.
Interestingly, this case was apparently an FBI gig all the way.
The Secret Service, whose job it is to actually protect the President, was presumably made aware of it at the time, since we now know that the regime monitors NewSaxon.org and they didn't seem too concerned about it or consider it to be any kind of realistic threat then.
I repeat that this appears to be a case of some nigger FBI agent deciding to step on the Secret Service's turf because he simply didn't like the poem.
I received an email from Mr. Spencer's cousin in Kentucky, whom I won't name because of the possibility of government retaliation.
It reads as follows.
Dear HAC, My cousin is still awaiting sentencing in a federal lockup.
They offered him up to five years and up to a $250,000 fine for threatening the president with the poem The Sniper.
He has been in jail since the beginning of the year.
He had no money, so he got stuck with a public pretender who said he couldn't claim First Amendment protection.
Bunch of bull.
He goes for sentencing in November or December.
After the elections, interestingly, he is in the Oldham County Jail in LaGrange, Kentucky.
There have been a few articles in the Louisville newspaper, the Courier-Journal, under the name Johnny Logan Spencer.
This country really sucks when art is considered to be a threat to a nigger.
Well, there you have it.
Five years for writing and publishing a poem which expressed unauthorized thoughts regarding the revolting primate who seized the office of the presidency through massive vote fraud.
People, do you want to know why this government and this society have to be brought to an end?
This is why.
The people who rule us are evil, and these things that they do must not stand.
Simple human decency demands it.
First email.
I've received a bit of complaint from Todd in North Carolina.
Dear HAC, I've been listening to all the Radio Free Northwest's right back to the beginning that I downloaded off your site, and they're all very good.
But I notice that you repeat yourself a lot.
Why do you say the same things over and over?
Yeah, I'm sure it's getting a bit boring for others as well, Todd.
A lot of this show is going to be repetition.
We get new listeners every week, of course, and for them it won't be so repetitious, but we also have a lot of regular listeners, and I imagine, yeah, they do sometimes get tired of hearing the same things over and over, and I do apologize to those folks.
Some years ago, I published an article called The Standard Naysays, as well as another piece called Refuting the Naysayers.
We have a lot of those circling around the Northwest Imperative these days.
Naysayers, I mean.
By naysayer, I mean a kind of individual whose whole reaction to the idea of the Northwest imperative is, No, no, no, we must not do this.
We cannot do this.
It will never work.
Don't ask me what will work, because I don't know, and I don't have any alternative plan, but whatever else happens.
No, no, no, no, no, we can't do the Northwest.
Must not do the Northwest.
Anything but.
This is the kind of individual that anyone who's been in the movement for any length of time will recognize very quickly.
They're kind of similar to the explanology.
I don't know how many of you have ever done any serious ghost hunting or UFO spotting or who are interested in psychic and paranormal research.
Actually, we have several people like that that I know of.
One of them a parapsychologist and one of them's a Bigfoot hunter.
Plus, we got a couple of witches.
Anyway, in any paranormal field, be it ghosts or UFOs or whatever, there's a phenomenon called the explanologist who always appears on the scene anytime something major is happening.
Now, the explanologist is supposedly a skeptic, and he often poses as some kind of scientific expert, but his real purpose is not to explain a given psychic or paranormal phenomenon, but to explain it away.
He starts from the premise that whatever it is, be it an apparition or a poltergeist or a UFO or reincarnation, whatever, there just plain has to be another explanation because the paranormal does not exist.
Period.
End of story.
Not a rational explanation necessarily, just any other explanation than what it appears to be.
Occam's razor is completely lost on paranormal exponologists.
Whatever it is, it cannot possibly be, must not be, a flying saucer or reincarnation or an NDE or whatever.
The explanologist's function in paranormal research is to poo-poo everything and argue that there is no paranormal world at all, therefore anything that indicates different, up to and including videotape and personal eyewitnesses, is either fraud or delusion or sunspots.
There is not, cannot be, and must not be any supernatural world, period, end of story.
Now, the classic example of explanologists finally beating down and shouting down what was, in fact, a pretty clear example of a paranormal phenomenon was crop circles.
Now, if you look them up on the internet, I'm sure you'll find all kinds of articles making the claim that crop circles have been quote-unquote debunked as hoaxes or sunspots or freak tornadoes, whatever.
But that's simply not true.
No one has ever successfully created a hoax crop circle that looks anything like the real thing, and yet the received wisdom is now that they have...
Of course, this leads into the question of who are the explanologists, why are the explanologists, and why do they invariably turn up on the scene of any kind of paranormal phenomenon?
Who sends them?
Who turns them loose on paranormal phenomena with the orders to debunk at all costs?
In whose interest is it to convince humanity that there is no supernatural world and that what we see is what we get and nothing else?
There we enter a real realm of superparanoia, which I won't get into.
Our naysayers in the movement are somewhat like explanologists.
They have really come into their own with the internet because it allows for postings under multiple names so no one really knows who they are or what their motivations are.
But anytime anyone in the movement comes up with an idea that sounds promising, like the Northwest Imperative, for example, all of a sudden he finds himself getting piled on all over the internet by various email handles claiming all kinds of experience and expertise except no one really knows who they are.
They all have the same message.
No, no, no, no, we must not do that.
Don't even think about it.
It will never, ever work.
No, no, no, no, no.
Whatever we do, we must never do that.
Their function seems to be nothing more than to naysay and quibble and rubbish every idea that any white nationalist comes up with and explain to us all in lengthy detail why it will never, ever possibly work and we must never, ever try it.
It makes you wonder in whose interest these people are acting.
Like the old legal saying goes, when investigating a crime, kibono, who benefits?
I'm not suggesting that all movement naysayers are working for the ADL or Cass Sunstein's cognitive dissonance operation he runs from the White House, because that probably isn't the case.
Also, the Sunstein CD project seems to be recent with this administration, and these naysayers have been around for a long time.
Of course, the ADL and the SPLC have also been around for many years.
At some point, we're going to have to talk about the role of the Cass Sunstein cognitive dissonance operation leveled against us, but I'd like to see if I can get a little bit more information before I go off on that topic.
I think most white movement naysayers are basically just unhappy and resentful people of the kind that democracy produces in bulk and who can only get satisfaction out of tearing everything down.
And I'm wandering way, way off the track again.
I'm sorry, Todd, but there is at least a tangential relevance to your question.
The naysayers who put down the Northwest Imperative all the time always come up with the same objections or distractions, but there are also a lot of serious and good people who simply cannot wrap their minds around the whole Northwest thing in its entirety.
The idea of a separate white nation here on the North American continent is one that's hard for most white people to digest.
I understand that, since they've been raised all their lives in this one system with the ironclad conviction that this is the only way things can ever be.
They keep coming up with the same, well, I won't call them questions or naysays, but they keep coming up with the same digressions, if you want to call it that, the same distractions from the task of building a fighting revolutionary party and confronting the United States.
And, of course, each naysayer is convinced that this is something completely new and he alone just thought of it.
One of the most common digressions or distractions that keeps coming up time and time again is the one we dealt with last week, the idea that basically the point of the whole Northwest migration is to run off into a cabin in the Northwoods with our families and hide from the outside world, hide from Obama and all the horror, instead of coming here to the more populated areas in the homeland and building a party in order to confront the enemy.
This is one of the main points that I tried to debunk when I wrote the Northwest novels, not only by showing that resistance is possible, but why it's the only way to go.
Another common digression or distraction is the Beaver Cleaverville or Brady Bunch fantasy.
The idea that somehow all our problems can be made to disappear in a puff of smoke and it will be 1958 again.
That the old red, white, and blue America can be cloned or restored in some way.
A world of nothing but white Anglo-Saxon Protestants in bobby socks and cardigan sweaters who say the Pledge of Allegiance and pray in school, who live in split-level suburban ranch tract houses, everyone with a red, white, and blue American flag sticking out on the porch.
A world where everybody grills on the barbecue every Saturday and troops to church on Sunday to listen to the preacher tell them all about We have to deal with that periodically as well.
Then there's what you might call the Tea Party deviation or the conservative syndrome, where white people are indeed very much upset about the Obama regime and what it's doing, but it's all for economic reasons and they're still afraid to mention the key issue of race at all.
I've tackled that one on here a couple of times as well.
These deviations or distractions, I don't want to go so far as to call them heresies, are very common, Todd.
When somebody asks about them, sometimes I can send important amounts to a canned answer by email, but given that these podcasts now have a growing listenership, I think we're up to about 1,500 listeners per week now, and given that a lot of these listeners are new, I think it's best that I tackle some of these common issues vocally with some regularity.
A few people have told me that they've downloaded and listened to all of the podcasts from beginning to end, but as there are more and more of them, that's going to be less and less feasible for a lot of folks who don't have the time.
However, I'm going to try and make up for that with these short pieces I'm doing, these 7 or 8 minute audio files, and I'm making them available on the site, and I ask that when you guys get these via email attachment, you spread them around as much as possible.
They'll help cut down on a lot of the repetition.
Right, first music break.
I am in a particularly rebellious mood at the moment, so I think I'll make my theme for this week, Irish Songs of Rebellion.
Now, let me make something clear here, guys, and this is especially for our British comrades who are listening.
I lived in Ireland for some years, and I am perfectly well aware of the fact that the provisional IRA are communists.
The Sinn Féin Bookstore in Dublin is notorious for putting pictures of the Pope and John F. Kennedy on their wall from May to September, which is the tourist season when all the Irish-Americans come over from Boston and New York to visit the old sod, and then in October, when the tourists have dried up, they take them down and put up pictures of Mao Zedong and Che Guevara.
When I was living in Ireland, I had a couple of minor run-ins with them myself.
But one of the things that we in our movement need to do is to study and adapt our strategies and tactics to what works, what has been shown in the past to work.
Older models like the National Socialist Movement in Germany, or even Lenin's Bolsheviks, simply are no longer applicable to the 21st century, and we have to accept that.
It took me years to wrap my mind around the fact that we're not going to do this by slavishly imitating everything Adolf Hitler did.
So I know how difficult it is to do, but we've all got to do it.
Communists or not, the simple fact is that the IRA, over a period of 30 years, fought a major Western democracy and military power to a standstill.
It's true that the IRA didn't win, but neither did they lose.
In essence, they were a midget who went 15 rounds with Godzilla, and they're still standing and punching when the final bell rang, and they won a split decision.
Now, for all Maggie Thatcher and Ian Paisleys ranting and raving about no surrender, the Provost forced the British government to buy them off, with a share of political power in the North and with big ministerial salaries and jobs for all the boys who were still left alive.
Pretty much the same way they beat the Brits in 1921, although Michael Collins was actually able to negotiate a separate Irish state.
And the main lesson we learn here is always beware of corruption at the top, but I won't go off into a long digression on the Irish situation.
I also have to state, in all fairness, that the IRA were and are something almost unique in the history of revolution.
A genuine, honest-to-God, popular movement of working-class white men, led by working-class white men, not by effete middle-class intellectuals like virtually every other commie movement in history.
The only other historical examples we have of that are Hitler's National Socialists and Mussolini's Fascists.
Ideologically and personally, the provosts suck.
No argument from me there.
But as revolutionaries and paramilitary insurrectionists, they are top-notch, and we need to learn from them.
A large part of the IRA's propaganda arsenal consists of some of the most magnificent folk music ever created.
I've already played some of those songs on here, and I actually cribbed some of them for the NVA in my novel The Hill of the Ravens, including this one, The Boys of the Old Brigade.
This is The Wolf Tones.
Music.
Oh, father, why are you so sad on this bright Easter dawn, when Irishmen are proud and glad of the land where they were born?
Some, they say, and memories few are far off distant days, when being just a lad Where are the lads who stood with me when history was made?
Oh, Grandma Cree, I long to see the voice of the old brigade.
From hills and farms the call to arms Was heard by one and all And from the glen came brave young men to answer Ireland's call.
It was long ago we faced a foe, the old brigade and me.
But by my side they fought and died that Ireland might be free.
Where are the lads who stood with me when history was made?
Oh, Ramagree, I long to see.
The boys of the old brigade And now, my boy, I've told you why And Mr. Marne, I sigh, for I recall my comrades all of dark old days gone by.
I think of men who fought in Glen with rifle and grenade, may heaven keep
The man who sleep from the ranks of the Now on another subject,
I'm going to take this opportunity to bring up something that I've been meaning to talk about for a while.
I'm going to repeat a piece of advice that I've offered in the past to young white people, especially would-be skinheads, and my advice is this.
Do not deface your body with tattoos.
My objections are not artistic or aesthetic.
I know that tattooing is an ancient art form, and it was practiced by our own primordial ancestors among the Celtic peoples as well as others.
But many of the young people who get tattooed today, mostly boys but some girls as well, especially tattoos of an overt racial design, don't fully realize that these cool decorations can cause all kinds of problems in later life.
First off, there is the very practical objection that a tattoo is a permanent identifying mark, and one of the main things listed aren't any police description or wanted circular.
It's a sad fact that a white man no longer needs to be a criminal in order to get in trouble with our master's law these days.
In a society where black and brown predators roam at large, even a simple trip to the grocery store can turn into an unending nightmare from which you never wake up.
It's terrifying how easily a white man or woman's life can be destroyed in so many different ways by some chance encounter with a monkoid, either through death or maiming as a crime victim or because one refuses to become a passive victim.
A man is forced to defend himself or his family, and all of a sudden he finds that he's a wanted criminal.
Some of you folks may remember the original Lone Wolf from the 1970s, my old former NSWPP colleague, Joseph Paul Franklin.
Joe was the guy who was the model for William Pierce's second novel, Hunter.
He's the sniper who plugged Larry Flint and put him in a wheelchair, and he also plugged that civil rights nigger Vernon Jordan and his white lady friend.
Franklin was, in his day, a true America's Most Wanted.
The FBI had all kinds of bulletins and lookouts on him, including a description of his tattoos.
Now, the way he finally got caught was that he went to a hospital emergency room for some kind of minor medical problem.
A nurse spotted his tattoos and remembered them from some kind of FBI bulletin, and she dropped a dime on him.
Someday, our kind of politics is going to get serious, and you may well find yourself on the run on political or resistance-related charges.
Now, if it ever happens to you, either accidentally or because you chose to resist the agenda, you don't want to end up like Joe Franklin because some collaborator spots your ink and screams for Zog.
Finally, there's an even stronger reason for avoiding tattoos.
Now, most white kids get their skinhead or white power tattoos when they're young and wild, when the possibility that they may ever become 25 or 30 seems impossibly remote.
But trust me, guys, it happens to the best of us.
Someday, the skin scene is going to get old.
You will want to let your hair grow, get a job.
Get home, get married, and start taking on adult responsibilities.
Believe me, you will.
None of which will be easy if your arms and shoulders are covered with racially explicit tattoos.
Colorful skulls, viking maidens, and swastikas do not impress potential employers, wives, or in-laws.
Don't carelessly do something now which will make you 17 years old forever.
I know that a lot of our guys already have tattoos, including prison ink.
Nothing they can do about that, and I'm not passing judgment on them.
Not at all.
I'm simply suggesting that if your body is clean right now, you might want to keep it that way.
It may literally save your life one day.
Okay, next email.
This is from one of our guys whom I will not identify because he's in a very sensitive place and position which I don't want to compromise by so much as the slightest hint.
Let's call him Bob.
Dear HAC, a subject I thought could be used for the radio show would be your thoughts and descriptions of the fratricidal wars of the white race.
Not any conflicts in particular, but some general history and ramifications from the European wars, the British-Iris conflict, etc., etc., and their impact on the conditions of our race today.
Jesus, Bob, that's quite a purview there.
A topic of that length and breadth I can't even begin to encompass in the few minutes I have available, and you'll have to make do with a few general observations.
All right, let's take two of the most glaring recent examples of our tendency to fratricide, specifically World War I and World War II.
And the final analysis, what these constituted, were civil wars between white people.
Wars waged by the so-called West against our brothers in Europe, and the damage they did to our racial gene pool and indeed to the whole world is simply beyond calculation.
The immediate damage itself in blood and treasure and destruction is mind-bending enough, but I think that we have to look here through a curtain of conjecture at the negative effects.
Not what resulted from those wars, but what didn't result from them.
Now, in the summer of 1914, the white world was, in my opinion, at its high point.
There were a lot of problems, of course.
In Britain and in this country, we had a bad problem with rampaging capitalism.
It was still an era when little 12-year-old white children were working for 14 hours a day in coal mines and factories, and mill workers in the South were getting paid 50 cents a day.
children died of polio and diphtheria, and nobody had medical insurance in those days, and there was no welfare, unemployment compensation, or any kind of safety net.
But there was usually work available, and if there wasn't, a young man could always take Horace Greeley's advice and go west.
Or if he was British, he could go on to go west.
Of course, a doctor only charged a dollar for a house call in those days, and every town actually had doctors and not HMOs full of Asians and other third worlders who don't speak English.
Yeah, there were problems in 1914, like there are problems for ordinary people in any era, but there was no communism, and the things that we say on our websites and these podcasts about race...
The same ideas that some of our European comrades go to prison for on a regular basis.
Those ideas were mainstream.
Pretty much everybody thought like us.
Everyone knew perfectly well that whites were superior to blacks and it was a white man's world.
And while there was immense Jewish wealth and influence, you'd almost never find Jews in the government itself.
A Congress was reasonably honest by today's standards.
We had presidents like McKinley and Teddy Roosevelt and William Howard Taft.
And homosexuality simply didn't exist.
It existed so far in the closet that it never even saw the light of day, and 98% of the population had no idea what homosexuality even was.
They say that when Britain passed its first law against homosexuals since medieval times, Queen Victoria took a pen and scratched out the section on lesbianism because she simply refused to believe that women could do such things.
And so male faggotry became a crime, but lesbianism didn't.
And when you got too blatant about your buggery, you got stomped on.
Ask Oscar Wilde how that turned out for him.
Back around the early 1900s, some sailor in the Royal Navy got head up on a charge of buggery on the high seas, or whatever the naval regulation was, and the Prince of Wales, the future King George V, had to have explained to him by some of the senior officers just what it was all about.
And when they did, the Prince was genuinely puzzled, and he replied, I thought men like that shot themselves.
Then August 1914 happened, and no one to this day can quite figure out how or why.
This is another thing I've been studying almost all my life, and I admit I still don't have any coherent explanation as to why it happened.
But it did.
And for the next year, an entire generation of European youth on all sides, and a lot of Americans as well, died in unspeakable agony in the hellhole of the trenches.
If you're ever interested in really getting into the mindset of that period, I recommend a book called Goodbye to All That by Robert Graves.
And I mean what I say about hellhole.
I probably...
I think that if I were faced with a choice of spending time in an American prison or spending the same amount of time in some trench on the Western Front, on either side, I'd probably choose the American prison.
World War II was even worse because we went to war against the only nation in modern history ever to become racially conscious as a people, and what we did to the Germans during that war was even worse than the result of World War I with its Versailles Treaty.
After World War II, we literally tried to exterminate the Germans with the Morgenthau Plan.
Fortunately, we didn't succeed.
Now, I will resist the temptation to go off on a long tirade about both of these wars because I self-limit myself to an hour here, and the whole library...
But what we need to look at, like I said, is not what happened, but what didn't happen.
Ever had a relative or a loved one die from cancer?
Most of us have none or know someone who has.
We can't cure cancer yet, but that may be because some young German who would have become a doctor if World War I hadn't happened got gassed to death in a shell hole at Verdun.
Or some young Englishman who would have become a biochemist and a research scientist who found the cure was shot down in his sup with camel over the Western Front.
Now, we did have a space program for a while in this country, and we still have kind of a half-assed one, although Obama appears to have effectively canceled it.
But how far would we have gotten into space by now if men like Hermann Oberth and Werner von Braun from Germany and Jack Parsons and the early Jet Propulsion Laboratory team from America had been allowed to collaborate and work together in peace?
Now, we're looking at peak oil now, and a coming energy crisis that may yet send us back to that wonderful 19th century I like so much, where we all have to travel in horses and buggies, and maybe that would be a good thing.
But the young Germans who could have developed an effective alcohol or methane engine all froze to death at Stalingrad, or were killed at Anzio.
Now, the young American, who would invent Star Trek-like matter transporters, was never born at all because his father died on Omaha Beach in Normandy.
You get the idea, folks.
How many scientific discoveries were never made?
How many great masterpieces of art and literature and music were never created?
Above all, how many white children were never born at all because their fathers were blown away on the battlefield or sank in the North Atlantic and their mothers were burned alive in Dresden and Hamburg or London?
What could those generations of white children have contributed to a white world at the height of its accomplishment if that world had only managed to stay at peace in 1914?
Tell you what, guys, let's forget about the IRA musical theme for now and let's play a song that's a lot more appropriate for this tragic and terrible topic we're on.
This is Make Him in Clancy.
Music How do you do, Private William McBride?
Do you mind if I sit here down by your graveside?
And I'll rest for a while in the warm summer sun.
I've been walking all day, and I'm nearly done.
And I see by your gravestone you were only 19 when you joined the dead heroes in 1915.
Well, I hope you died quick, and I hope you died clean.
Or Willie McBride?
Was it slow and obscene?
Did they beat the drums slowly?
Did they sound the fight lowly?
Did the rifles fire o 'er you as they lowered you down?
Did the bugle sing the last post in chorus?
The pipes play the flowers of the fowls And did you leave a wife or a sweetheart behind?
And some faithful heart is your memory enshrined.
And though you died back in 1915, to some faithful heart are you forever nineteen.
Are you a stranger without even a name?
Enshrined forever behind a glass frame in an old photograph torn and tattered and stained and fading.
Do they beat the drums slowly?
Do they sound the pipe lowly?
Do the rifles fire o 'er you as they lower you down?
Did the bugle sing the last post in chorus?
To the pipes lay the flowers of the fowls.
piano plays softly Well, the sun's shining now on these green fields of France.
A warm wind blows gently and the red poppies dance.
The trenches have vanished under the plough.
No gas and no barbed wire, no guns firing now.
But here in this graveyard it is still no man's land The countless white crosses and mute witness stand To man's blind indifference to his fellow man To a whole generation who was butchered and
damned I can't tell.
What wonder now, Willie, my bride?
Do all those who lie here know why they've died?
Did you really believe them when they told you the cause?
Did you really believe that this war would end wars?
Well, the suffering, the sorrow, and the glory, the shame, the killing, the dying, it was all done in vain, for Willie McBride, it's all happened again.
And again, and again, and again, and again, do they beat the drums slowly?
Do they sound the fife lowly?
Do the rifles fire o 'er you as they lower you down?
Did the bugle sing the last post in chorus?
And the pipes play the flowers of the farm.
And the pipes play the flowers of the farm.
I have a question from Karen in San Jose, California.
Dear HAC, you were talking last week about the Northwest novels going viral.
Do you really think that's possible, given the way that Zog controls the media and even most of the internet?
They can always pull anything they don't like offline with a court order or something.
Will white resistance ever become chic?
Can we really create buzz?
Yes, Karen, I think we can, if I can just persuade enough people to get involved.
After all, there's no risk involved, and it's something we can do while sitting behind our computers, so you'd think it would be right up our alley.
Yes, it's true.
The regime still pretty much has a lock on the mainstream media, but that's one thing I'll say for the internet.
It's undermining the mainstream media like hell.
And if something really goes viral on the net, there's no real way they can stop it by pulling down a few websites.
Maybe that's why Congress recently passed that little-known law giving Obongo a kill switch, so that in the event of a so-called national emergency, he can, in theory, shut down the whole internet.
And I say again, in theory.
It'd be interesting to see how that would work out in practice.
I guess it's time I took a crack at yet another of our many misconceptions.
I refer to the idea that for some reason our politically correct world, unlike any other down through history, is immune from the immutable laws of human events and human nature, and it will last forever.
Well, that's what we seem to think.
Hey, see, Karen, let me clue you in on something.
Nothing lasts forever.
Rome didn't.
China didn't.
No ancient civilization ever did.
America won't.
I think one of our biggest potential advantages is that apparently the established power structure has come to believe that they're immortal.
Now, that's just not true, Karen.
Our master's days are, in fact, numbered, and their world is going to come to an end a lot sooner than anyone suspects, almost certainly within our lifetimes.
Now, the all-important question has always been how?
What will replace the politically correct world when it finally chokes on its own vomit and implodes?
At some point, I say again, most likely within our lifetimes, the whole edifice of liberal democratic society is going to come apart.
The only thing which has held it together for this long is the almighty dollar, and the dollar ain't going to be so almighty too much longer now.
We've got 20% unemployment, and Barry and Ben are cranking those greenbacks off the printing presses by the trillion.
We still don't know what may trigger the implosion, or it may be a slow, gradual deterioration, but our masters are not infallible, and they will find to their cost that they are not immune to the centrifugal forces of destruction and dissolution that they have unleashed.
What goes around comes around.
But the Jew and the wealthy white trader have sown the wind, and they will reap the whirlwind, and many of us will live to see it.
So what about when the Northwest novels and the Northwest idea do step front and center in people's minds, as will occur?
Now look, here comes one of those repetition things I warned you guys about earlier, but you really need to internalize all this.
Before any society can succumb to revolution, there are three conditions that have to be met.
First, there has to be the withdrawal of the consent of the governed.
A majority of the people have to want a new order to be established, a new distribution of wealth and power, or in this case, to hang on to what little we have left.
We're getting very close to that situation now.
I may disparage the Tea Parties occasionally on grounds of age and confusion about race, but make no mistake, the anger and the revulsion against the regime in D.C. is very genuine and deep.
The Tea Party is just the tip of a very big iceberg.
Apathy, as well, is a form of withdrawal of consent.
The second condition is that there has to be a credible alternative in the form of a revolutionary party or movement.
Somebody has got to be ready to step into the vacuum, and that's where we're falling down flat on our faces.
The majority of white people in the Northwest must not just desire a change of rulers and an end to political correctness.
They have to want us specifically to rule them and bring about that kind of change.
Our failure here is almost total, but if we ever decide to devote serious effort towards We'll be amazed at how quickly...
That's what always gets to me about the failure of our people to participate.
It would take so little to get this show on the road, comparatively speaking.
I'm not asking for the moon.
I'm asking for about a thousand Class A people who feel sufficiently strongly about all this stuff to pack a moving van and come here.
Nothing illegal, nothing dangerous, just a simple move that any of them would make in a heartbeat if they were offered money.
We could leap onto square one just with the people we have on our present contact list if everybody would give of themselves in some meaningful proportion to their abilities and resources.
Once we got rolling with the initial investment of time, money, and effort, we would be self-perpetuating and unstoppable, because the Seattle and Portland liberal elite aside, the majority of white people here do, in fact, detest the world we live in and want to change it.
Yes, they do.
The third condition for revolution is that the state must lose its credible monopoly of armed force.
A party which, quote-unquote, fights with only words or through the state-established electoral process is not revolutionary and will never bring about change.
The entire purpose of democracy is to prevent change, not to bring it about, and to ensure that the people who created the system to begin with remain in power.
I.e., in our case, the Anglo-Zionist, super-rich ruling elite of Jews and interlocutors.
I probably shouldn't discuss this.
Here in view of who might be listening.
And in any case, I've already written not one, not two, not three, but four.
Count them, four books on this subject.
If you haven't read them yet, then you need to.
The Jews and the liberals have made the classic error which has brought down many a more stable empire and civilization than theirs.
They have come to believe their own propaganda.
They think they can genuinely change human nature.
Liberal social engineers have been attempting for well over a generation now to use the instrument of state power to implement ideologically motivated programs which are based on flawed assumptions regarding human nature and which have no foundation in human reality.
The liberals A democratic state will therefore require more and more effort and expense and manpower to be concentrated on enforcing behavior on people that these people don't wish to engage in, thus creating the first of the three revolutionary preconditions.
Karen, I know I seem to be wandering all over the map here from your question, but what I'm getting at is that I am convinced that the majority of white people, whom we refer to as sheeple, are not really as docile and brainwashed as either we think or the regime thinks.
Yeah, I know, that's movement blasphemy.
But something tells me I'm right about this.
I believe that there is an immense reservoir of white frustration, rage, and resentment over what's happened in this country over the past several generations.
It's buried so deep that many white people who have been socially engineered from birth never to utter or even think such things probably aren't even wholly conscious of it within themselves, but it exists.
The Northwest novels are designed to unlock that huge underground ocean of hatred and rage at the niggers and the illegal spics, at the regime and in the whole society that makes them so miserable and that makes them suffer so terribly.
I called it an underground ocean of hatred and rage just now, Karen, but it's not an ocean of water.
It's an ocean of gasoline.
And someday, if we can ever tap into it and set a match to it, it will explode and burn away this horrible tyranny and all the human garbage who run things now.
It's happened before in the past, Karen.
In fact, it happened 94 years ago in Ireland.
This is Paddy Riley.
It was down the Glen, one Easter home, the city paradise.
There are no blinds of marching men, and a squad will pass them by.
Though five did hum their battle drum Did soundest red tattoo But the Angeles bell or the Libby spell rang out in the fog of the air.
Right proudly high over Dublin town they hung out the flag of war.
It was better to die than an Irish guy, a silver, silver fire.
And from the plains of royal meat, some men came hurrying through.
While the Tanya's hound with their long range now, they live by the foggy deer.
It was in Burban, our wild geese go, and small nations might be free.
But their lonely graves are by silver waves, the fringe of the great hot seas.
Oh, how they died by Pierce's sight, or fought with cattle brood.
Their names made the keep, and the fiend is sweet, and the shroud of the foggy deer.
The brave as well, and the solemn bell, and the mournful evening and day.
For those who dined that Easter time, the springtime of the year.
The world did gaze in deeper pain, and those stout-hearted men but you.
Who bore the light that freedom's white might shine through the foggy deer.
The brave as well, and the fiends of the year.
This may come about, and I think that by now there can be no doubt that's what the Democrats and their ill desire to bring about, but I don't think it will happen.
To be honest, I think we give our masters too much credit.
I don't think they're that competent or efficient.
I don't think they can create a genuine Soviet-style police state.
Okay, we're looking at some horrible examples of intolerable injustice right now, such as the Johnny Logan Spencer case.
But we always need to remind ourselves that the beast contains within itself the seeds of its own destruction.
At any time any system promotes and delegates authority on any basis other than merit, that system has a terrible and potentially fatal weakness.
The federal government apparatus right now is slow, cumbersome, confused, quivering with senility, and slowly dying of institutional hardening of the arteries.
A massive and disorganized bureaucracy can inflict terrible damage and suffering on society, but it cannot create an efficient tyranny.
And this is good.
Societies and governments are overthrown not when they are strong and efficient, but when they degenerate into barely competent, massive, and paralyzed bureaucracies.
And that's another thing that always gets me about these right-wingers and so-called Aryan warriors who wail in despair and hide under the bed in terror and make their peace with the system because they're so frightened of ending up poor in their old age.
We just can't seem to get it through our heads just how close the society is to complete dissolution.
How rotten and hollow its institutions of control and maintenance are.
We just can't seem to understand how easy it would be to overthrow this utterly corrupt edifice of degeneracy, multiracialism, and buggery.
The wall is hard, but it is deeply and profoundly rotten within.
One good kick will send it crashing down in smoke and fragments.
And what happens when somewhere, some domino falls in Asia or on Wall Street, and all of a sudden that's it.
That's all she wrote.
Obongo and Ben Bernanke have printed up so much money that It's now worthless and everybody knows it, so all of a sudden the almighty dollar no longer rules.
It's all going to come crashing down, people, within our lifetimes.
I have no idea what will set it off, but it's going to happen.
And we have to be there to pick up the pieces, because if we don't, someone else will.
We must get out of our heads this idea that our enemies are invincible and that there is nothing we can do except cower helplessly and hope they will be so kind as to not hurt us.
They have better sense than we do.
The power structure knows that they're vulnerable.
They know that they're hated.
They know that they're weak.
Why do you think we're seeing things like young men arrested and sent to prison for writing a poem?
Governments and societies that are confident and secure in their own power don't react like that to a few verses on the internet.
The people who rule us are terrified out of their wits.
In the movie V for Vendetta, the main character said, people should not be afraid of their government.
Governments should be afraid of their people.
Now, we've already accomplished that.
Edgar Steele and Johnny Spencer are in prison because that nigger in the White House and the Jews who surround him are petrified with fear.
It can be done, people.
Now let's quit dicking around and do it.
Well, our time is up, and so that's it for this week's edition of Radio Free Northwest.
This program is brought to you by the Northwest Front, Post Office Box 4856, Seattle, Washington, 98194, or you can go to the party's website at www.northwestfront.org.
This is Harold Covington, and I'll see you next week.
Until then, Sasha Anderman.
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