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Dec. 9, 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-a-woo, 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, 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 With your bike upon your shoulder By the rising of the moon Out from many a mud-walled cabin We're watching through the night.
Many a man, they just was throbbing for the blessed warning light.
Walkers passed along the valleys like the man she's lonely crew.
And a thousand blades were flashing at the rising of the moon At the rising of the moon At the rising of the moon And a thousand blades were flashing at the rising of the moon Greetings from the Northwest Homeland, comrades.
It's December the 9th, 2010.
I'm Harold Covington, and this is Radio Free Northwest.
Normally I start the week with an Edgar Steele update, but there isn't much shaking and moving on the legal front in Ed's case this week.
However, while I was digging around in some of my old recovered emails in my Eudora, I found an article that Edgar Steele wrote over eight years ago and sent out to his email list.
It's not one of his more famous nickel rants, but it gives a good idea of what Mr. Steele was facing even back then, and why he may be the target of such terrible victimization by the regime now.
So, although I normally don't like reading things out on this program, either my own articles or other people's, what I'm going to do to kick off this week's show is I'm going to read this column by Edgar Steele, dated October the 16th, 2002.
It's entitled The Synagogue of Satan.
He begins by quoting the famous Bible verse from the book of Revelation, chapter 2, verse 9. I know the blasphemy of them which say they are Jews and are not, but are the synagogue of Satan.
Then Ed goes on to refer to a book he was planning on writing, which I believe eventually became his well-known work, Defensive Racism.
But in this early stage, he says, My original intent for this list was gradually to develop the thesis of a book I'm working on, publishing bits and pieces of it in column form as I went along.
The Unified Conspiracy Theory is the book's working title, but I'm seriously considering a change to The Synagogue of Satan.
This is due to the disproportionate representation among the New World Order people by Jews who aren't really Jews.
You see, only Sephardic Jews can lay claim to the name, and they're but a small, about 10% minority of all those who go by the label.
I planned to work from commonly recognized conspiracy theories, such as fomenting of World Wars I and II and the JFK assassination, although some considerably more obscure events, obscure as to causation only, to produce an indictment of the current ruling class of the world.
Problem is, I've run out of time.
It appears that we're on the verge of some very big doings.
Doesn't matter, because the book could never be published anyway.
And if published, it would quickly join the slender pantheon of books that literally have been banned in America.
Because of the impending war on Iraq, I've decided that it's time to pull out the stops and really pin the tail on the Jew.
I started that eight days ago with, It's the Jews, stupid.
I added, In Defense of Terrorism, two days ago.
Both were pretty solid indictments of Zionism in particular, and Jews in general.
The man behind the curtain doesn't like having the spotlight fall upon his wizened little hook-nosed self.
It isn't enough that they own all the media outlets and can more than shout down those of us who are telling others about them.
They have to shut us down completely.
Or if those aren't prophetic words.
Thus, in the past 48 hours, my main ISP has deactivated my service twice for spamming, although I don't have email service through it.
My domain hoster has threatened to shut down my websites.
A large number of the ISPs have blacklisted my domain.
So much for free speech on the internet.
The funny thing is that Jews are not even the ultimate boogeyman.
Simply the most visible aspects of the New World Order empire.
I wonder what will happen when I start saying Rothschild, Carnegie, Rockefeller, and so on.
This morning I got up to find over 700 unread emails awaiting me via my secondary ISP, virtually all of them spam.
Some of them were from me.
Some were failure returns to an email address that I've never used for outgoing mail.
No, I didn't send them.
No, I don't have a virus.
They cured me of penny anti-firewall and virus protection some time ago.
I also received a couple of interesting email threats from some Jews I hadn't heard from in quite a while, including one who threatened me and my family three years ago for daring to represent the Aryan nations in that bullshit lawsuit brought by Dees and Company.
They hijacked my domain name, were forging headers and spamming a select list of several hundred people, many with Arabic names, most of whom I'd never heard.
It occurred to me that this represented some Zionists' enemies list, so I added all the addresses to this list.
Welcome to you.
Herein you find kindred spirits, if for no other reason than we seem to possess an enemy in common.
For the time being, anyway, the enemy of my enemy is my friend.
Thanks to the Phantom Jew spammers for bringing us together, and if you weren't off the list, just click on unsubscribe down below.
I probably will be scrambling for new ISPs to provide service and or host my domains.
These reports might become a bit spotty, rather than the once-weekly pattern into which I've fallen.
This is the price for telling the truth these days, so much for the internet being the last bastion of free speech.
Oh, I got hate mail, too, in droves, but I'm used to that.
It's simply amazing how vulgar, even pornographic, Jews can be when they are feeling self-righteous and morally relativistic.
The end justifies any means.
I got tons of support mail, too, which provides me solace in storms such as this.
I was particularly gratified to see new subscribers signing on right and left.
There are now just shy of 10,000 list members, so I'm starting to get some serious exposure for the message about the New World Order now unfolding from the heart of America.
There's an awakening taking place in America just now, with lots of people sitting still and listening to the message about Israel and Zionism.
Will it be enough?
Will it be in time?
I don't know.
I can't answer all the email, even in a token fashion.
Know, however, that I read it all and that it buoys me up.
By the way, the weekend bomb blast in Bali is beginning to look more and more like it was what's known as a micro-nuke.
Pictures are starting to seep through the government's sensors' fingers.
Pictures showing a mushroom cloud in a huge crater that could never have been dug with anything else.
Some have smuggled out soil samples for testing to confirm reports of high radiation in the area.
If you think Arabs have this cutting-edge technology about which most of you haven't even yet heard, then you need a serious information adjustment.
Regarding the stock market, can you, say, sell into the rallies?
This may be the last one you'll see at this level.
Those who live in large cities really should be earnest about packing a bug-out kit and keeping it in the trunk.
Fill up at the halfway mark.
Pretend it's Y2K all over again.
What was it that Chinese dude said about interesting times?
Signed, Ed.
I think what I may do in future is actually read out selected short works by Mr. Steele on this program so that all of you can get to know the man and his work, and when he goes on trial for his life in March, you'll understand who it is the government's trying to destroy.
And make no mistake, this is a trial for Ed Steele's life.
We're talking about a 65-year-old man who has just undergone open-heart surgery and whose health can't be robust.
Any prison sentence for him is an effective death sentence.
Moving along here, this week I got an email from one of our listeners, a young man aged 17, whose father has been monitoring his computer usage and tracked him to a number of highly politically incorrect sites, including the northwestfront.org site.
The father then sent his son a rather...
Unctuous email, which is an odd but somehow very contemporary way for a father living in the same house with his son to communicate, and the boy forwarded it to me.
I won't read it on the air, so I don't do anything to identify and target this kid, but it's the usual Dutch uncle kind of stuff.
Mend your wicked ways, young man, or you will ruin yourself and your earning potential for the rest of your life.
Yes, he used that terminology.
Not that racial awareness is wicked and evil and will imperil your immortal soul or any crap like that.
But the idea is that young white people mustn't look at naughty racist websites because in this highly technical age, they're probably being tracked by the FBI and the Department of Homeland Security.
And a visit to Northwestfront.org or a download of Radio Free Northwest might end up on someone's secret permanent record.
And they might end up ruining their earning potential.
And they won't be able to someday live in a far suburb in a split-level ranch home with two cars and an SUV and a crushing mortgage and a couple of divorces under their belt.
Oh, horror of horrors.
I personally think that whole Brady Bunch lifestyle is going to be pretty much out the window from now on anyway, but we won't get into that.
Anyway, the young man asked me for some advice on how to handle the situation, and I figure I'll lay this out for the rest of you out there who may still legally be minors with hostile parents and who might find yourselves in the same situation.
You know, I always complain about all the gray heads at right-wing meetings, and I badmouth Beavis and Butthead so much that I tend to forget, like most of us, that in fact we are attracting young people, at least on the internet.
The trick with them, as in everything else, is to somehow get it all off the internet and back into the real world and get these kids on their feet moving northwest.
Anyway, the first obvious question is that since your dad is apparently resident with you in the house, why is he sending you emails and not speaking to you personally?
This implies to me that you have two computers.
You don't mention what computer you're using, your own or his, or if he's using parental controls or what, but whatever computer you're using, to prevent future embarrassment and problems, do you know how to clear your browser history in Internet Explorer or Firefox or whatever you're using?
If not, I recommend you find out and clear your history every night when you log off so that your father can't just log on and see everywhere you've been and everything you've been doing.
I know that there are ways to recover a deleted browser history, but is your father that good with computers?
If your dad is spying on you, don't leave him anything to find and bitch at you about.
Next question, how soon until you're 18?
Or more to the point, how soon until you will be moving out of the house?
Technically speaking, you're an adult at 18, but in actual practice, I know a lot of parents maintain a my house, my rules policy.
Once you graduate high school, you need to hit the road if you can, either off to college or get a job or something.
Continuing to hang around the house and continuing to depend on your parents is spiritually debilitating in any case.
Find some way to get out of the house and take your computer with you.
How secure is your email address?
Usually, my experience is that parents or other non-cop people in the home who spy on someone's usage history, for your own good, of course, usually have the will but not necessarily the skills to intercept email.
Which I believe is technically illegal even for parents, although, needless to say, no court here in the land of the free and the home of the brave will stand up for you in the case of racial dissidence.
Now, if you're looking at porno sites and he was interfering with that, you could probably have the ACLU on his ass like quite on rice.
I've had many, many years of experience in this, starting with my own teenage years when I realized it was necessary to conceal my own racial opinions from my parents because I quickly learned that they just didn't want to know and wouldn't listen.
Because if they listened to me and they believed me about what was going on at Chapel Hill High School, they would have felt morally obligated to do something about it.
And they knew that trying to do something about it would have risked their social standing in a liberal college town and possibly their material well-being as well.
I will tell you guys and girls out there who are under the age of 18 quite frankly that as a minor you have no rights of any kind.
Being under 18 in this society is the last remaining vestige of absolute legal authority that anybody has over anybody else short of being in prison.
The trick here is to stall for time, and I recommend very strongly that you avoid discussing any of this with your parents as much as possible, because the more you say, the deeper you will dig yourself into a hole and risk them sending you to a shrink and putting that on your permanent record or throwing you into a tough love concentration camp, which is even worse.
White racial nationalism is like an accusation of witchcraft in the Middle Ages.
It's not something that's susceptible to rational discussion in this society.
Interestingly enough, I discuss this very issue when dealing with my character Shane Ryan's development in A Distant Thunder.
Generally speaking, my advice would be, if you're 17, you're within months of being legally adult and allowed freedom to hold an opinion.
At least insofar as anyone in this society is allowed to hold an opinion anymore, which isn't very far, but anyway, once you turn 18, you can get out of the house and get your own computer and go to whatever websites you want.
So that's what you need to do.
Don't make an issue of it.
Avoid the subject as much as possible with your parents.
Don't try to explain or convert them.
It can't be done.
If it were possible for them to understand, you'd know it by now.
Don't make waves.
Keep all replies minimal, even if they attempt to interrogate you.
Don't try to argue with them.
They're older than you, more experienced, and more sophisticated in facile answers, answerless, as they used to say in Elizabethan times.
And above all, until you hit that magic 1-8, they have the power.
And you are, for all practical purposes, their personal property.
You don't want to find yourself handed over to a deprogrammer or kidnapped and carried off to one of these tough love camps in the Philippines or Costa Rica that rich white people can send their kids to, all perfectly legally.
Kind of like the regime using extraordinary rendition to get prisoners out of the country to some foreign CIA prison where they can be tortured.
And yes, that's happened in the past.
Parents have shipped their kids out in order to get them away from white nationalist groups and our ideas.
If you want a celebrity example, I'm sure we're all aware of who the Olson twins are, or were.
Some years ago, Mary Kate Olson's father found cocaine in her room when she was 17, and he rushed her into an involuntary rehab center and or mental institution.
Okay, maybe that was the right thing to do, and maybe the girl was a crack whore for all I know.
But if memory serves, the poor little Muppet spent almost a whole year in the cackle box, and she had no legal recourse because she was committed when she was a minor.
Okay, it's not the same thing, but you get the idea.
They can still drag your ass to military school at 16 or 17, which is what a couple of parental bastards did to one young man of your age that I know.
They got him away from us, and onto liquor and pills and petty crime instead, which presumably they preferred for their son instead of wicked evil racism.
Another case I'm familiar with, there was a young Mormon guy that we had with us on the internet, and his parents found out who he was talking to, and they tried to send him up the river.
Literally, the Amazon River.
They tried to force him to go on a two-year Mormon missionary tour to Manaus, a very heavily black state in Brazil, where he could get rid of all his wicked hate and learn to love niggers by saving their souls for the angel Moroni or whatever.
Somehow, I don't think being forced to live for two years among some of the most primitive niggers in the world would have filled this young man with sweetness and light and tolerance.
But his folks had a common liberal misconception, and they thought that the cure for racism is more niggers.
Not.
Anyway, this kid eventually had to break with his family and literally flee into the night with his girlfriend to escape from the anacondas and the poison darts.
Getting back to this specific young man who wrote me the email, don't just plain go mule-ish and refuse to speak at all because that will provoke your father just as badly.
The trick from your point of view is to divert and deflect.
Slide your parents off into another topic.
Make them think that this is no big deal, it's just a phase, and get their attention onto something else.
You know, what college you're going to go to, whatever.
Of course, I don't know you except by email, and for all I know, for you, maybe it is just a phase, and it isn't a big deal.
And you're going to wander away anyway and go for all that earning potential.
Or you're going to become a drunk or a stoner, sit around feeling sorry for yourself all the time, like most white boys do.
But I'm giving you the benefit of the doubt.
You say you want to fight for a homeland and a future for white children, but despite some of the underaged characters in my novels, in the real world, you pretty much have to be 18 years old to do so.
That's about all the advice I can give you.
It's a tricky minefield to have to navigate, I know.
Just do the old Fabius truncator trick.
Play for time and run out the clock until you hit the big 1-8.
Sorry I can't be more help.
First music break.
I'd like to thank Mike from Pennsylvania for providing us with an MP3 copy of that racial heavy metal song I mentioned last week, Die With Honor.
this is men of war if I should return with my body on my shield Tell my son I chose to die, then yield.
You, my life, may soon be gone.
I hope you'll carry on.
Come on, remember me as one you would not kneel Fight with blood, fight with steel Die with
honor, never yield Fearless hearts filled with pride Into glory we shall ride Into glory we shall ride I am driven on In the face
of all despair Thrust in steel You will find me there A scissors fate awaits me But my vision guides me on I will not stray from the path I'm set upon
I'll fight with blood, fight with steel Die with honor, never yield Fearless hearts filled with pride Into glory we shall ride Into glory we shall ride
So, let's go.
If I do not return, bring my body up my shield.
Tell my son I chose to die, I chose to die and yield.
Fight with blood, fight with steel, die with honor, never yield.
Fearless hearts filled with pride, into glory we shall rise.
Fight with blood, fight with steel, die with honor, never yield.
Fearless hearts filled with pride, into glory we shall rise.
Fight with blood, fight with steel, die with honor, never yield.
Fearless hearts filled with pride, into glory we shall rise.
Fight with blood, fight with steel, die with honor, never yield.
Fearless hearts filled with pride.
I'll die, fight with steel, die with honor, never yield.
Fearless hearts filled with joy.
Fearless hearts filled with joy.
The next email comes from some new guy named Hugo, who has just wandered in off the net.
Don't know where he's located, but he does have a couple of interesting questions.
Dear HAC, question number one.
I remember that in the former NSWPP manual, there's a part where the pro-white working class Huey Long is put in a positive light.
I agree that he should be, but what about some of his policies, like the setting up of a legal limit of $1 million of annual income, as well as a cap of $10 million of net worth?
I've studied certain economic policies of National Socialist Germany, and I've never found this to be part of the program.
My question is, would something such as this be used in the Northwest American Republic?
And if so, how can it not conflict with the doctrine of National Socialism, where free enterprise flourishes?
In the Northwest Republic, can an individual with natural ability collect and invest that much in revenue as long as it's not unlawful?
Okay, Hugo, short Cliff Notes version.
Huey Long's income cap ideas, what he called the Share the Wealth program in those days, were specific to the American Depression of the 1930s, and they were appropriate to that time and place.
They would have only limited applicability to the situation that will exist after we achieve independence here in the Northwest in the early 21st century.
Just as many of the situations and policies that pertain to the situation in Germany in the 1930s will not apply.
One of the hardest things that we have to wrap our minds around, a lot of us anyway, is that this is no longer the 1930s or even the 1980s.
This is the kind of thing that I'm now working on in Northwest Novel No. 5 in order to try and answer, and I'll hopefully get into the whole likely economic situation that we can expect to face and spill it all out there.
By the way, for those of you who are not on the proofreading and review list, I've now completed the first draft of Section 1 of the new Northwest novel, which is entitled Freedom Sons.
It's 14,500 words, and it'll be the shortest section in the book.
I mentioned that just to show you guys that yes, I really am working on the new book.
Okay, question number two from Hugo.
I do know the Fuhrer's positive position on private property as long as it's used properly, as well as Dr. Joseph Goebbels' clarification with landowners acting as public trustees for the folk.
My question is that if this is an interpretation of private property that will be used in the homeland, how would it affect residents and citizens in the NAR, as well as how would it affect social, religious, business, or corporate entities that have land?
Please don't answer these questions in a hurry.
I don't want to add to them any problems on your tight schedule.
That being said, I have a few extra clauses for the NAR Constitution that I'd like to run by you in the future when you have the time.
Thank you, Hugo.
Uh, yes, Hugo, there will be private property in the Northwest American Republic.
Okay, there's a couple of things I need to recap here.
First off, as it happens, I'm a National Socialist, and it's true that a lot of the people involved with the Northwest Imperative are National Socialists as well.
That does not mean that we're trying to create a National Socialist state.
For many years, that's what I wanted to do, but I came to realize that all this is no longer about ideological purity, and it never was.
It's about the physical survival of the white race on the North American continent, and most likely in the whole world.
It may well be that the Northwest American Republic, in practice, turns out to be something I myself don't particularly care for, politically or ideologically.
But so long as it gives our people a permanent homeland in which to raise new generations of white children in physical and moral safety, then I'm good with it, because that's what this Northwest movement is all about.
As would be expected, a lot of the provisions of the draft constitution of the Northwest American Republic reflect national socialist policies, although the Bill of Rights is nothing but an upgraded version of the U.S. Bill of Rights.
For example, the U.S. Constitution's Second Amendment is our first.
Since the right to keep and bear arms is the right that safeguards all the others.
Now, maybe this is an opportune time to once more go over this old canard that National Socialism is in some way equivalent to Communism or Marxist Socialism.
Nothing could be further from the truth.
And I think that the historical fact that the Third Reich perished in an attempt to wipe Bolshevism off the map ought to prove this to anyone with a few brain cells to rub together.
But Americans don't do history.
So, I'll see what I can do to clear this up.
First thing I want to explain to you is that there are many different kinds of socialism.
Now, you're probably most familiar with the kind known as communism, as originally formulated in the middle of the 19th century by the Jew Karl Marx.
But there are several other kinds.
There is the mild social democratic version, which we here in America call liberalism.
The principles are the same.
Basically, liberals are really Marxists without the courage of their convictions.
You might say liberals are decaffeinated Marxists.
Then there are all the various weird, ultra-left versions of Marxism, like Trotskyism and the kinds of Marxism that are practiced in North Korea and Cuba and Venezuela, etc.
Most kinds of so-called socialist philosophies are in fact some variation of Marxism, which is Jewish.
This is where National Socialism differs from all the rest, because our socialism is not based on the writings of the Jew Marx, but on the character of our Aryan race.
Marxist Socialism, or Communism, is in essence the flip side of the coin of Capitalism, which I've discussed earlier on in these podcasts.
And like Capitalism, Marxism holds that man is essentially an economic unit of production and consumption.
He holds that man is a cog in the wheel of a great machine that needs to be fed and lubricated and maintained and then thrown away when he can no longer perform his allotted function.
Yes, I know I've...
Gone over all this before.
Possibly some of you are getting bored with it, but I'm going to keep on repeating it because there is no more important lesson for you to learn regarding the nature of today's world and how we got to be the way we are.
The white man's struggle is largely one of spirituality and idealism against materialism.
And the two forces which have shaped the world today as we know it, and which still pretty much control our destiny even today, communism and capitalism, are both profoundly materialistic philosophies.
This is where National Socialism, our socialism, differs so greatly from them.
National Socialism is based on man, while the others are based on matter.
At any rate...
To get back to the central topic, yes, there would be some socialist aspects to a Northwest Republic.
There'll have to be, considering the fact that we'll be surrounded by implacable enemies who will be doing their best to destroy us, and we'll be facing an existential threat for generations.
But our socialism is not materialistic or economic.
It's based on the now almost obsolete concept of social duty, what the ancient Romans called civitas.
The idea that no man is an island, and along with the rights and the privileges of a society, we all have duties and obligations to our communities, and to the culture, and to the people into which we were born.
Now this idea used to be commonly accepted to the point where no one questioned it.
Now it's virtually disappeared from our national life.
National socialism teaches that there's something more important in life than the frantic pursuit of little green pieces of paper.
And the temporary security and pleasure that these little pieces of paper can bring.
Our socialism is the socialism of the man who doesn't just sit and watch while his neighbor's house is on fire.
He helps to put the fire out.
We are in the terrible situation that we're in today very largely because we've decided that each of us can just go our own way and to hell with everybody else.
White people have decided voluntarily to strip ourselves of our racial and cultural identity because it interferes with making money.
In doing so, we become exactly what the capitalist system wants us to be.
Economic units of production and consumption and nothing more.
But we're not born as faceless, raceless, cultureless beings who are only good for working and buying things at the mall.
Race and spirituality are genetic.
They are in our blood, and those qualities are in themselves a kind of socialism because they form a bond between all peoples of the Aryan race.
Our socialism is first of all a kind of sense of community, which people in healthy Aryan societies have always demonstrated.
Secondly, there is a difference between big government, as defined by the liberals and the red socialists, i.e.
what we have now in this country under Obama, and responsible government.
The Northwest Republic won't be a cradle-to-grave welfare state.
We support free enterprise, and remember, we have a Bill of Responsibilities in our Constitution as well as a Bill of Rights.
But we do understand and believe that the state has certain moral and economic and political obligations to its citizens.
Now, we need to be careful after the Revolution, whatever form that may take, when we're setting up our permanent form of government.
And we need to avoid falling into the trap of so-called libertarianism.
Libertarianism is basically just a moral front for the worst kind of buccaneer capitalism and degeneracy.
This idea that everybody should be free to do whatever the hell they want sounds fine and wonderful in theory, but as we've learned to our cost over the past hundred years, no, there are certain things that people cannot be allowed to do in the name of personal freedom.
Because collective freedom and prosperity and safety takes precedence.
Libertarians have this idea that the state needs to be kept as weak and as completely close to non-existent as possible, and for that some people call them anarchists, which they're not.
They're capitalists.
I think most libertarians know perfectly well what would happen if the state were to wither away or disappear.
We wouldn't have freedom.
What we'd have would be the large multinational corporations stepping in to fill the gap.
So let's trash can this libertarian idea that the state is always bad.
That depends entirely on who is controlling the state and what purpose the machinery of the state is being put to.
In the Northwest Republic, the state will have duties and obligations to citizens and residents that go beyond maintaining an army in a post office.
I personally believe that everyone who has fulfilled his responsibilities, as laid out in the Constitution, has a right to earn his living and support his family in peace and security, and that as a corollary to this, the state has a duty to make sure that jobs exist, that the common economy is being run sufficiently well and competently to produce employment and prosperity.
When free enterprise goes through one of its bad patches, as happens on occasion, then yes, the state needs to step in and make sure that there is not a welfare check, but gainful employment.
Hence the labor service I described in Hill of the Ravens, which is a National Socialist concept.
The state shouldn't be giving people money to do nothing, but in times of crisis and shortage and for the overall smooth running of society, I have no problem with the state providing people with jobs.
In any society, there's always work affecting the common good that needs doing.
There is nothing wrong with these duties or with using tax money for such purposes, so long as it's done by and for white people.
You have to understand that like everything else on the continent of North America, so-called welfare dependency and socialistic policies are a racial issue.
Always remember that.
Everything in America always comes down to race.
Always.
Present-day welfare dependency is a problem because recipients of all these welfare payments and scams are overwhelmingly black or mud-colored third-world immigrants.
Okay, I'm starting to rave myself now, so we'd better go to second music break.
We had some of our Canadian comrades down from the Great White North this weekend, and I was shocked to find out that they had no idea who Lorena McKennett is, one of the greatest singers their country's ever produced, about ten times as good as Celine Dion ever was on her best day.
And yet Lorena is virtually unknown by comparison.
I think I've said this before, but Lorena McKinnett has one of those voices that lets you know that there is indeed a God.
This is Bonnie Portmore.
I am sorry to see such a awful destruction of your own entry.
For it stood on your shore for mine is the long day.
Till the lambert's run and dream came to float it away.
Oh, Bonnie Portmore.
You shine where you stand.
And the more I think on you, the more I think on you.
If I had you lost, I had once before.
All the lords in old England would not purchase old war.
All the lords in the forest, they beat only me.
Silent, where shall we shelter?
Where shall we stay?
For the oak and the ash, they are all cut and drawn.
And the walls of Bonnie Portmore are all down to the ground.
The lords in the forest, they are all down to the ground.
The lords of old England, would not purchase or draw.
The lords in the forest, they are all down to the ground.
The lords in the forest, they are all down to the ground.
I got another email tonight, similar to God knows how many letters I've received down through the years.
This one is from George in St. Petersburg, Florida.
I won't read the whole thing, but the upshot of it is, Harold, what in God's name is wrong with us?
George is referring to white people as a whole, but also to our tiny wee little movement's feeble attempts to resist against the destruction of our race and our culture and our civilization.
He asks, why has nothing of any import been accomplished over the past 50 years?
Why does everything we touch always seem to turn to shit?
Why can't we get our act together?
I swear, I think I hear some variation on this question every week, at least once a week.
I've got canned answers for this out the wazoo on file, but not tonight, I think.
Tonight, I'll go ahead and I'll take another shot at this.
George, I've been studying this problem myself, personally, for over 30 years, and I get no further forward, no closer to grasping the true essence of it.
Every time I think about it, I come up with some new angle, some new way of looking at it, and it all amounts to zip as far as actually solving the problem goes.
I can sit here and talk all I want, but to be honest, it seems to go in one ear and out the other.
The problem exists in the hearts and the minds and the souls of our people, and there the sound of my voice cannot reach.
But let me see if I can encapsulate it here as best I can.
It has to do with the one issue that we will turn a double-backed flip to avoid confronting the issue of our own character.
Our personal character as individuals and our collective character as a race.
It has to do with the mostly wretched character of our self-appointed leadership and the character of ourselves as a community.
It has to do with the kind of human beings that we've become under two generations of liberalism and political correctness.
Closer to three, I suppose.
And the kind of human beings that we have become during all this time ain't a pretty sight.
Something is wrong with white people.
Something is broken inside us.
Some psychic, mental, and emotional switch isn't completely closed.
I've thought for years as to how to describe this character defect of ours in 25 words or less, and I've come up with a few standard terms like narcissism, materialism, laziness.
Common or garden variety cowardice, but that doesn't really capture the essence of our character issues.
The best way I've come up with yet to describe the nub of our racial character defect that prevents us from resisting is that white people have, from somewhere, had hardwired into us a collective, willful, and deliberate, self-destructive refusal to understand.
It manifests itself as an almost intolerable aversion to truth, and a willingness to go to almost any length to avoid the pain and the anguish of having to confront and deal with unpalatable truths about ourselves and the world we live in.
It manifests itself as a violent, almost visceral refusal to be convinced by reason, a blind and incredibly stubborn unwillingness to grasp the obvious.
An inexplicable reluctance to accept facts that should be obvious to a ten-year-old and to act upon them.
But why?
I think it has to do with ego.
Pure, infantile, narcissistic ego of a perpetual child who must always be right about everything.
Who simply will not be told or corrected by anyone else even when he's clearly in the wrong.
And who throws a hissy fit anytime he's contradicted on anything.
I honestly do think that this is at the root of a lot of the opposition to the Northwest migration that you see on the internet.
What you see there are children throwing a tantrum because they've been corrected.
What makes it so ludicrous is that some of those children are men in their 40s and their 50s.
The internet is the ultimate expression of this bizarre character defect of ours where...
We have these silly pseudo-intellectuals doing everything they can to tear down the Northwest migration without the slightest effort to offer any alternative plan.
There's one site that I no longer post to at all because although I actually attempted to conduct a serious dialogue there, the responses I get there are unhinged.
I mean that the replies I get to serious racial issues and points that I try to bring up to these people, who supposedly believe more or less as we do, those responses are quite literally insane, as in cacklebox material.
And it's coming, in many cases, from men in their 40s and their 50s who seem to go into a second childhood the moment they sit down behind a computer keyboard.
These are people who claim some kind of moral leadership in our movement and some kind of moral authority to tell us all what to do, or more accurately, tell us what not to do.
No, no, not the Northwest!
Anything but the Northwest!
No, Mr. Bill!
This white character problem also manifests itself in our clinging like grim death to certain practices, people, policies, and tactics, and by...
A mule-stubborn, blind refusal to rethink or abandon these things under any circumstances, including complete failure.
Towards the end of his life, the late Pastor Robert Miles was convinced that we as a people and as a racially conscious community have a bona fide death wish, a desire for the peace of oblivion rather than the pain of the struggle for life.
Now, I don't want to believe that.
But I have to say that sometimes, with the best will in the world, I can't discern any other explanation for why we do some of the things that we do.
Someone once wrote that the essence of stupidity is to keep on doing the same thing over and over, and yet each time to expect different results.
That's the story of our movement.
With the Northwest Imperative, we as a race are now being presented with one last, final chance to overcome this deep and incomprehensible blackness in our souls.
If we don't overcome it, if we don't learn to live in the real world and understand that we must take action against an existential threat to everything that's made the world as we know it, then we as a race will become extinct, as in no more white people at all.
Just as a quick digression, can you imagine what the world will be like without white people?
And without all the things that we've created?
Well, the Asians will take over, of course, and they'll almost certainly exterminate the blacks and the mestizos and the dotheads, which is all to the good.
After all, Confucius once prophesied that the whole world was destined to become Chinese, and maybe he was right.
Still, even though our racial death is, in a weird kind of way, the best way to ensure the racial death of the blacks and the browns, by handing over the world to the yellows, who won't put up with the bullshit from the blacks and the browns that we do, Even if that's the case, I would still rather that some way could be found to preserve white people.
The demographics don't lie.
Not only are we about to become a minority on this continent, but the factor of age will make it impossible for us to survive as a people.
Now, my duty station within this mess is to say out loud that which no one else will say, because these things must be said.
They must be understood, and they must be acted upon, or else the white race isn't going to make it.
I long ago accepted that in the case of most of you, everything I say simply goes in one ear and out the other.
There is a tiny minority among you who do appear to be listening, but somehow I have to increase that percentage.
Now, I've been told by people who are genuinely concerned and worried about this that I scold and lecture you guys too much.
That may be, but given my lack of resources, what the hell else can I do to get your attention?
I'm told that I need to be upbeat.
But for Christ's sake, upbeat about what?
We're losing on every front, and every day our numbers grow fewer, our heads grow grayer, our attention span grows shorter, and our minds grow more confused.
If any of you have any ideas as to how I can improve my presentation, A, without lying, B, without simply ignoring vitally important but unpalatable truths, and C, without pretending that serious problems and issues that affect our racial survival don't exist, Then I am very much open for suggestions.
Now, I've often invited you guys to send me your own MP3 files for inclusion on this show, and I mean it.
If you think that you can do a better job than I'm doing, don't sit there and tell me all about how I should be doing it.
Show me how it's done.
Send me your MP3 files and let's hear your voice.
better yet start your own podcast show call it radio free Peoria or whatever if it's worth listening to I'll plug it on here now we need more shows like this the more the merrier I know I keep telling you guys to post the URL for the show and for northwest front org the truth is here and it can set us free but our people not only have to hear it they have to understand it they have to accept it and they have to act The Northwest plan is clear, and it will work.
But you have to actually Do it!
Time is not our friend, but we still have some left, so we have to use it.
The ball can be set rolling, but it has to be done.
Now, somehow I have to cut through the stinking and putrid mountains of bullshit that we've heaped up like Bronze Age primitives as a kind of fortress to protect our tender egos and insulate ourselves from the cold, unrelenting truth.
How?
How do I do this?
How do I get you to listen?
And to act.
How do I get you to understand that all roads but one are proven dead ends and potentially lethal wastes of our last remaining precious time on earth?
The true road is known.
It is marked.
It leads clearly and unambiguously northwest.
And yet, as I try to lead you down that road, I look back and I see hundreds of you wandering off into the swamps and chasms of fifty years of failure.
And others of you are simply sitting there lying by the road in a stupor.
And still more of you are cackling to yourselves on the internet like you're in some kind of loony bin.
How do I get you people to cease this grotesque, bizarre, mystifying refusal to understand?
What is it going to take for you to get it?
Okay, I better shut up now before I really go off on a rant, so it's time for the third music break.
Well, we haven't done a cowboy song for a while.
This is a singer and a banjo picker named Wayne Erbson.
His voice isn't...
I'll put it this way, he's no Waylon Jennings.
But this is the way that you actually might have heard this song fiddled and plunked out around a campfire on a cattle drive back around 1870 or so.
The song is called the Texas Rangers.
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���� ���� Texas Rangers, wherever you may be, I'll tell you all some trouble that happened unto me.
My name is nothing extra, so that I will not tell.
But here's to all you good rangers, I'm sure I wish you well.
When at the age of sixteen I joined a jolly band We marched from San Antonio down by the Rio Grande Our captain he informed us perhaps he thought it right Before we reach the station we'll surely have to find I
saw the smoke ascending, it seemed to reach the sky.
The first thought that came to me, my time has come to die.
I thought of my dear father and tears for me to take.
Here they are all strangers, with me you'd better stay.
guitar solo
I heard their awful yell My feelings at that moment No human tongue can tell I saw their glittering glances Their arrows round me flew Till all my strength had left me Had all my courage to...
Reflecting.
We fought for nine full hours before the strife was o 'er.
The likes of dead and dying I've never seen before.
Not when the sun had risen, the Indians they had fled.
We'd loaded up our rifles and counted up our dead.
Now all of us are wounded, our noble captains slain.
And when the sun was shining across the bloody plain, six of the noblest rangers that ever rolled the west were buried by their comrades with arrows in their breast.
piano plays softly
Perhaps you have a Okay, now...
In this show, I seem to have put all the heavy stuff first, so I'll wind up with some organizational notes for the NF itself.
First off, I want to say something to some of you who have been complaining to me that you're sending me emails and you're getting replies not from me, but from Harley James.
Guys, it's like this.
Right now, I'm maintaining three major projects, specifically Radio Free Northwest every week, the Northwest Observer Magazine every month, and I'm trying to produce Northwest Novel No. 5 as well.
Now, you add to this a certain bare minimum of party work and correspondence every day, which, in the absence of someone else who's both qualified and willing to make a lifetime commitment to the Northwest Republic and come here and help me, can only be done by me.
And then add to all that, at least, two or three hours per day that I have to devote to general housekeeping and maintenance stuff, running around what the Irish used to call doing messages, and I'm now being compelled to budget and schedule my time every day almost down to the minute.
By the way, let me make it clear that I'm not bitching and moaning again about my lack of an assistant.
This problem is basically down to me, because my personnel requirements as far as skills, time and grade, track record, and character are way too stringent, and the few people in the movement who could meet them, I can't get interested in the job.
You want to know what happens when you let the wrong one in?
Look at the history of the National Alliance during the late 90s.
The wrong person in that kind of position can wreak untold havoc, and it's happened.
And we're not going to let that happen to the Northwest Front.
But the fact remains that I'm now receiving something on the order of 200 non-spam emails per day, and I simply can't answer them all.
On the other hand, you guys are the people who make possible everything that I ever accomplish, and so I can't be rude to you or seem to be rude to you.
There are some emails that only I can answer, and they take up an immense amount of my time every day, but with the others, I have to do a kind of a triage.
Some I send on to Harley so that he can at least send the guy a polite acknowledgement.
In view of the increased amount of my time that novel number five is going to be taken up, I may have to just restrict all email responses to about two days per week, which means that my slow response time will probably get even slower.
As to paper correspondence, especially prison correspondence, that's going to get hit hardest of all.
I'm going to try to devote one whole morning, once a week, to paper correspondence, i.e.
writing letters, and I'll try to stick to that.
What this means is that a lot of organizational work is going to have to go by the wayside.
This especially applies to meet and greets, the initial one-on-one meetings which the Northwest Front uses to assess internet contacts.
Basically, nobody gets anywhere in the front until someone responsible has actually seen your face.
We've run a background check.
We talk to anyone we can find who knows you, so forth and so on, and we know something about you besides an email address.
I've been doing a lot of these preliminary one-on-one meetings myself for these first two years of our existence, but now that's one time-consuming exercise that I'm going to have to cut back on because counting travel time and whatnot, a properly done...
Initial one-on-one meet to assess somebody requires almost a full day.
Anyway, all you guys listening to this who live in the homeland itself, for the next year at least, I'm going to really need you to step forward.
It's now time for our local contacts to get together and form units, and for those units to start getting active.
I could never do all this for you.
That was never in the cards.
But for the coming year, while I'm busy with this book, I can do even less for you than I have been doing.
A lot is riding on how many people I can persuade to come here to the Pacific Northwest, the land that God and destiny have designated as our people's final homeland, and how many of you who already live here I can persuade to step forward and assume their rightful duty stations in the struggle for a racial home in a new nation.
I won't belabor all this and go on and on, but whenever you're ready to get on with this, you know where to find me.
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 on the bond.
Freedom.
Freedom.
I thought it still is beating up at this morning noon.
Who would follow in their footsteps of the rising of the moon?
Of the rising of the moon, of the rising of the moon.
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