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March 24, 2011 - Radio Free Nortwest - H.A. Covington
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Oh, then tell me, Sean O 'Farrell, tell me why you hurry so.
Push your vocal, push 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 pike upon your shoulder by the rising of the moon, By the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon, With your pike upon your shoulder by the rising of the moon.
Out from many a mud-walled cabin eyes were watching through the night, Many a manly chest was throbbing for the blessed warning light, Warmers passed along the valleys like the man she's lonely crew, And a thousand blades were flashing at the rising moon, It's March the 24th, 2011.
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.
No real Edgar Steel update for you folks this week.
The wheels are still spinning, but it's all behind the scenes.
The trial is still scheduled for April the 26th in Boise, and so far as I'm aware, the digital audio expert that the defense has hired to examine the alleged recordings wherein Edgar Steele supposedly discusses hiring Larry Fairfax as a hitman is still trying to gain access to the original recordings which the FBI has squirreled away in a vault in Quantico, Virginia.
And at last report, they were either refusing outright to give him access, or else they were playing the usual bureaucratic games as to what they will or will not let him examine, standard federal operating procedure.
I'm not sure on this, but the birdies are telling me that the FBI is apparently making noises to the effect that they will not release the original audio recordings even to the prosecution at the trial, and everybody is going to have to make do with copies.
It'll be interesting to see how the judge and the jury react to that, or even whether or not they're allowed to learn that what they're listening to in court are not the originals.
Next, more on the bionic backpack incident.
According to the Coeur d 'Alene Press, Kevin William Harpam's father, Bill, has stated that Kevin could not possibly have planted the alleged bomb in Spokane that day because he was being cared for by Kevin in Kettle Falls when the bomb was found on January 17th.
Bill Harpam is recovering from a stroke and said he and his son watched news reports that morning of the discovery of the backpack bomb.
He says it would have been impossible for Kevin Harpam to make the 90-minute trip each way from Kettle Falls to downtown Spokane to plant the bomb.
So the FBI is now changing their story, which they have a tendency to do when they're confronted with inconvenient facts.
Now they claim that Harpham supposedly built the bomb and a mysterious accomplice actually placed it, which will of course give them the needed excuse to continue their so-called investigation and get even more budget allocated to the Spokane office, and get a few more brown-nose points with the Obama regime when they arrest and frame a second white man living alone out in the woods someplace.
Beautiful.
It used to be that things like innocence and alibis mattered.
Not in Barack Obama's America.
Not anymore.
A couple of big mainstream news stories out there in the big wide world this week.
There's the nuclear reactor meltdowns in Japan, for starters.
I'd like to thank all of my friends and listeners who inquired after my health and safety, but no, there is so far no radioactive fallout descending in the Seattle area, and I'm not glowing in the dark yet.
Like I told one silly heckler on one of the blogs, if that does happen and I do get irradiated, maybe I'll be given Spider-Man superpowers and I'll be able to track him down with my spidey sense and hang him upside down from an overpass from my web.
Now, the second big story is, of course, the American attack on Libya, which at this time looks like it's going to be a once-off deal.
Our illustrious Ninth Crusaders are just dumping a few hundred million dollars worth of Tomahawk and Cruise missiles onto unspecified targets.
All allegedly military, of course.
Needless to say, no civilians have been killed since our wonderful high-tech toys are so smart and sophisticated that such a thing would never happen.
Oh, no, no, no, no.
Perish the thought.
I wonder what the people of Iraq and Afghanistan would have to say about that.
The White House is swearing that there will be no ground forces committed to overthrow Gaddafi.
No word from the French and the British yet on that, whether they're going to go in, but we'll have to see how it plays out.
Apparently, when Gaddafi got pissed off and went to the media and said he wasn't going to sell any more oil to the United States if this was the thanks he got, then that got somebody's attention.
All of a sudden, it's no-fly zone time!
I'm not sure where we get the troops to invade a third Muslim country in the Middle East anyway, but Barry will probably just call up more National Guard, and so all those poor weekend warriors who just signed on to get the money and the benefits, and maybe help out their neighbors during natural disasters, will find themselves fighting Mad Max road warrior type armies of weirded out Arabs through the desert.
The thing is, in this case, I can actually see some kind of intervention on the part of the West purely to keep the oil flowing.
Now, we do, in fact, have a national interest here, unless we want to end up paying $9 a gallon for gas.
And I see nothing wrong with America intervening someplace where a genuine national interest is threatened.
Just so long as they're honest about it and say, look, we're just here to keep the oil flowing.
But please, please, no more gibberish about imposing democracy on the Muslim world.
After ten years, I think we all understand that that's not going to happen, or we should, if we had two brain cells to rub together.
What can I tell you, neocon jerks?
Muslims don't want to be us, which to me indicates that they have a lot more intelligence and good sense than anybody gives them credit for.
If we're going to go around trying to conquer the world, or at least conquer any place that has petroleum reserves, could we at least leave out the hypocrisy?
Now, I have a confession to make.
It's been pointed out to me that, two weeks ago on the show, I missed out on a very important anniversary for all white nationalists worldwide, and for national socialists in particular, and they're right.
I am ashamed to admit that I forgot Commander Rockwell's birthday, for which I offer all the usual excuses of senility, distraction, loss of touch with my roots, so forth and so on.
I will, however, make up for it in this podcast.
Now, for those of you who don't know who the late Commander George Lincoln Rockwell was, I think that the business of hating Negroes is insane.
I think that the Negro people have been cruelly used.
They've been exploited.
We dragged them over here against their will.
At the same time, I think that as a matter of practical experience, it's been proved that the majority of Negroes, the vast majority, simply can't fit in modern urban society.
And therefore, I go along with Washington, Jefferson, Madison, Monroe, and even Abraham Lincoln, all of whom preached that the only solution is geographical separation.
We should arrange to get them some area in Africa, build it up for them decently.
You can't throw them over there in the jungle.
Build it up decently and give them a country of their own just like our pilgrims came here and made their own country when where they were, they were not wanted.
And the Jews are about 90% of the force behind the Negro Black Revolution.
Every time you find the lawyers and the people who are pushing the Negroes in where they're not wanted, you find it's Greenbergs and Moskowitz and I like the two of the Jewish boys that were murdered down there in Mississippi.
I just got back from Mississippi a couple days ago and it's just full of core and co-for workers who are Jewish from New York and from the big cities.
So I feel that the Jews love them so much, why don't we give them to them?
At a debate with an individual described on Commander Rockwell's recording only as a beatnik, he added this.
We feel that the Negro people, who are an immature race, have been allowed to get into a position where they can't possibly manage themselves properly.
And this has been done to them by the Jewish communist people.
Not all the Jews, but by the Jewish branch of people.
That applause, by the way, was made by a Washington, D.C. coffeehouse audience that had started out by booing and hissing.
How did Lincoln Rockwell happen to become interested in the Jewish question anyway?
Here on a Denver, Colorado radio talk show, he reflects.
What about the Jews that you first knew?
What changed your mind?
Well, my father, of course, was in show business, and almost all the people I knew were Jack Benny and Fred Allen.
Well, Fred Allen isn't Jewish, but Walter Winchell and all those people that visited my father's home, I got to know pretty well, and I liked them.
They were sharp.
I think Jewish people, if anything, may be a little more intelligent than the average goy or white person.
Not white person, the average Gentile.
But I have found, as I have examined factually, not just emotionally, as I've examined the communist movement and the race-mixing movement, I've discovered that you find a lot of Jews, not all of them, of course, but a lot of Jews are fanatically engaged in trying to change the great country that welcomed the Jews, and I think is the greatest country that the world has ever seen, the United States of America.
They want to turn it into something else, like Israel or Africa.
Why do they want to change it?
You can tell me.
I don't know.
I think it was, certainly we have a country that is the epitome of excellence as far as practicality goes.
There's never been a country such as we have.
And it was, anyway, around the 1900s, a lot cleaner, a lot straighter, certainly a lot safer.
A woman could walk in any street in America in 1900, for instance, without the fear.
And no longer can she do that.
We didn't have communism here until these Yiddish communists in the Lower East Side of New York began to spread it all over the country.
And I think, I can't understand why they do it.
It seems to me that this country welcomed Jews more than any other country in the world, and they ought to be helping to preserve it, not trying to tear it up.
Chuck Drake, on the Lansing, Michigan Party Line show, probably didn't know what he was letting himself in for when he asked Commander Rockwell to be his guest.
Let's listen to the commander discuss the old story of six million Jews.
We didn't persecute the Rosenbergs when we electrocuted them in Sing Sing because they were communist traitors.
I think if a person punches me in the nose, I don't think I'm persecuting him to belt him back.
And I think too many Jews in this country are punching us in the nose.
Woo!
You are outspoken, aren't you?
We'll keep a rack available for you at the headboard tomorrow, in case you need it.
Let's try another call here, Mr. Rockwell.
All right.
Hello, Party Life.
Yes, I have a question.
I've heard that the Nazis during World War II got 6 million Jews.
Is this true?
No, sir.
I'm glad you asked the question.
I would not want any part of having even a name of any outfit that did any such thing.
I have checked very, very carefully and discovered that the statistics given out by the Jews make these figures utterly impossible.
Let me give you one example.
I could give you many.
The World Jewish Congress every year puts out the figures, the statistics for the number of Jews alive in the world.
And these are printed in the World Almanac and also in the New York Times, for instance, and in some other documentary-type things, you can find the number of Jews supposed to be alive.
If you take the number of Jews...
Is this the microphone we're using here?
If you take the number of Jews that they gave that were supposed to be alive in 1939, before the war, and then take the number of Jews given after the war in 1945 and add 6 million Jews to the latter figure who were supposed to be exterminated...
You discover there would have had to have been an increase in the Jewish population of more than 50%.
In other words, there would have to be one new Jew for every two Jews alive.
And even the people who are very clever at that sort of thing, even the Negroes can't do that good.
Come on now.
You feel these figures have been completely falsified?
Absolutely, sir.
For instance, the only gas chamber that's supposed to be available to see is it's supposed to be at Auschwitz.
I have never been there, but everybody that has been, and I've had to check, Tells me that it's a tiny little room without a scratch or a mar on it that was built after the war.
I believe that what happened is that the Jews needed some atrocity propaganda of their own, just like in every war there's atrocity propaganda.
that they said when we were over in Korea that we were dropping germs.
And I know that was a lie.
And they put out tremendous documentaries on the germ warfare.
And most of the Koreans believed it.
And I think the same thing has happened to the American people.
They've simply heard this big lie about these 6 million so doggone many times that finally it's become an article of faith.
You're supposed to be insane if you question it.
And yet if you check the figures, they just simply don't fit.
You know, I recently found a stash of old Rockwell audio, and I think maybe I can run some more of them in future shows.
You regular listeners know that for a long time I've been asking you to make your own MP3 files and send them to me for inclusion here.
And a few of you have taken me up on it, although not enough.
The main reason I ask this is so people can hear other voices besides mine, and so they can thereby understand that there really are more people than me involved in this Northwest Front thing.
But if most of you are still too shy, then one thing I could do is play audio from other white personalities on here.
So if you have any old audio of Louis Beam or Pastor Butler or anybody like that, lay about seven or eight minutes of it on me and we'll play it.
There are a few exceptions.
No Kevin Alfred Strom or Glenn Miller, for obvious reasons.
And we probably shouldn't play anything from David Duke, either, since he'd scream like a banshee unless we paid him.
But just about anyone else would do.
I'll root around on the internet myself and see what I can come up with.
I got an email from one of our older listeners a while back complaining that the NF was too youth-oriented, which is kind of odd on the face of it, since I'm 57 myself.
But I understand what he was saying.
He referred to the Tea Party, which consists almost entirely of middle-aged and elderly white people, i.e.
the last people in this collapsing society who actually have something left to lose, and who understandably don't want the last of their savings to be seized by the regime and redistributed to niggers and illegal aliens in the form of free health care.
Now, the thing is, as I've said, revolution is a young man's game, and we can't overthrow the tyranny in D.C. with an army of geriatrics who will charge the barricades in our wheelchairs and walkers.
That's just the way it is, guys.
But there are still all kinds of things that older people can do to help the cause, not a few of them, involving trying to grab hold of some of these young beavis and buttheads and give them a good shake to try and wake their asses up and smack some sense into them.
You know, it's kind of depressing how long it takes these days for someone to grow old enough to gain some wisdom.
Anyway, folks, I understand that a man of 72 can't and won't just pull up stakes and move to the Northwest.
Bluntly put, people in that class aren't a priority because we have to think about building permanent communities here.
That means we need substantial people who are willing to bring their assets and their And above all, we need young people of both sexes who will come here, who will marry, who will settle in, sink roots in the community, and start having white nationalist children.
There are enough young people out there so that if we can find some way to get through to them and get them up here, that is possible.
Once again, though, this is just the way things are.
Anyone who wants to build something long-term has got to concentrate, for obvious reasons, on the younger generation.
But that doesn't mean that elderly people can't be part of all this, and many of you are, in a dozen different ways that help keep me going and help keep the Northwest Division alive.
Thank you all, and I guess I don't say that often enough.
Anyway, here's one for all you old right-wing cranks, coots, and codgers out there, including me.
This is Dave Evans.
Well, I hope you see what I'm saying Never give up my little fire.
Thank you.
Said you know how it feels to be lonesome You know what it means when you're blue There ain't no use to settle for it For the rain Nobody worry about you.
Well, I hope you see what I'm saying.
Einstein could very well be right.
That man's greatest victory is dying.
I don't ever give up, but I'll do fine Lay down that cane and
start moving While you can't get out of your chair Put on your shoes and start walking Be proud of the gray in your hands Be proud of the gray in your hands
Be proud of the gray in your hands The gray in your hands The gray in your hands The gray in your hands The gray in your hands
Okay, guys, now I want to talk a little bit about my Northwest Independence novels, especially the newest one, and not specific plots or characters or even what I meant by such and such a scene, but about certain stylistic matters and literary devices that I use and the reasoning behind them.
And the reason I want to talk about these things is that, as many of you know, I am now in the process of writing the fifth Northwest novel entitled Freedom's Sons.
There is a review committee that helps me with proofreading, for which I'm very grateful, and I know it's unusual for a novel to be a committee effort, but these five books of mine, at least these Northwest novels, aren't really novels or works of fiction.
They're political polemics, and as such, I both can and I should ask for group input.
Only about eight or nine of the people on the committee actually bother to proofread the sample chapters I sent them, and when they return their approved copies, I'm not only astounded at the number of typos and misspellings and grammatical errors that I have made, but I've noticed that each proofed chapter from each individual person contains a couple of typos and errors that all the others have missed.
And this kind of help is absolutely invaluable to the finished product, so my heartfelt thanks to all of you guys.
The review committee people also send me suggestions on plot and content, and I'm starting to run into some things that I think it's best that I clarify openly.
Not just for the Freedom Sons Review Committee, but for people as a whole who are reading the Northwest Independence novels for the first time.
I got an email from one of the Review Committee members, whom I won't name lest he feel I'm trying to slap him down in public or something of the kind, and this is not my intention at all.
I always try to deal with ideas and not personalities.
And his email contains a number of complaints and criticisms which I've occasionally heard before.
And which I suspect I'm going to be hearing a lot as Freedom's Sons unfolds.
So let's anticipate ourselves a bit and look at those.
First off, believe it or not, some of our own people complain about the Northwest novels and about a couple of references in Freedom's Sons being politically incorrect after a fashion.
I think we'd all be surprised if we sat down and looked within ourselves and came to realize just how deeply certain essentially left-wing politically correct racial and social attitudes have been instilled into us, almost hardwired, to the point where we don't even realize it, and we don't understand that these attitudes and opinions aren't really our own, but they're part and parcel of the liberal agenda that's been uploaded into our brain down through the years by the kikes.
Specifically, this comrade objects to the fact that I make references in Freedom's Sons to the demon weed.
And no, I'm not talking about marijuana.
Actually, I have marijuana being legalized in my fictional future Northwest Republic, and so far I've gotten barely a squeak of protest about that.
No, the demon weed I actually refer to is tobacco.
Specifically, there is a scene wherein I refer to overflowing ashtrays at the Northwest Constitutional Convention, and I have the Speaker of the Convention up on the podium yelling, Fuck secondhand smoke!
into the microphone.
And there's another scene in the latest draft chapter where the Northwest Republic's War Cabinet is preparing to meet an American invasion in a haze of tobacco smoke, as I put it, and this really set this guy off.
Anyway, the specific complaint I got on this is, quote-unquote, Harold, no one smokes now.
The health risks are staggering.
Why should we start?
Just because we win the Republic.
Okay, first off, yes, for the record, and just so we're all crystal clear on this, I am fully aware of the fact that smoking is a crazy and stupid and extremely unhealthy thing to do.
And yet, as some of you who have met me are aware, I smoke a pipe myself.
I mean, really smoke it, not just wave it around in the air or stick it between my lips like a left-wing liberal college professor so I can look intellectual.
I mean, I really smoke it, like Stalin did.
Nor have I been known to turn down a good cigar from time to time.
And yes, yes, yes, I am well aware of all the personal and medical implications of that, so we can take those as read.
That's probably the one thing that makes smokers want to pick up a blunt instrument and start beating on people.
Yes.
Yes, we hear you.
We understand.
We know it's dumb and semi-suicidal.
We're not right in our heads and we're going to keep on doing it.
So will the world please unplug the endless sermon and shaking of the finger?
What can I tell you?
I'm an idiot.
If someone offers me a Cohiba on my deathbed, I'll probably take it.
If you want to call me a user or a substance abuser or an addict, fine.
Knock yourself out.
I won't argue.
When I write about tobacco in my books, I am not in any way claiming that smoking is healthy, or cool, or in any way desirable.
I suppose the best way I can explain all this is through the old poem from the 1920s by Ogden Nash, I think.
Tobacco is a filthy weed.
I like it.
It satisfies no human need.
I like it.
It makes you spit.
It makes you lean.
It takes the hair right off your mean.
It's the worst darn stuff I've ever seen.
I like it.
So, what's up with the demon weed and freedom's sons?
Believe it or not, we have reached a point in this society where the use or non-use or abuse of tobacco has become a political statement.
Every society on Earth, including politically correct society, has to have a scapegoat.
Some group of people who can be legally looked down upon, discriminated against, segregated, persecuted in a hundred petty ways, fined and squeezed to pay for the ruling classes, pleasures, and pastimes.
People whose behavior is controlled, usually by law, but sometimes by social custom, because bear in mind, that's how liberals get off, by controlling other people's personal behavior, especially white people.
Liberal and politically correct states furthermore need for this persecuted minority to be at least predominantly white and male.
In America today, smokers are one such officially persecuted minority, specifically white smokers.
No one cares whether niggers light up or not, or Mexicans, and not just because niggers and Mexicans are politically protected minorities and immune from all the rules, either.
Liberals genuinely do not care about black and brown behavior, so long as they don't go all Louis Farrakhan and criticize the Jews too much.
It is white behavior, mostly white male behavior, that liberals want to control and manipulate and persecute and punish.
That's how liberals get their jollies, especially the Jewish ones.
For example, there is no reason on earth why a major corporation or government office or whoever could not provide a special indoor smoking lounge or break room for employees and just turn up the fans or the air conditioning if they're really worried about second-hand smoke.
And that's what some companies and employers used to do back in the 1970s before the anti-tobacco campaign really took off and became trendy and an obsession on the left.
But that doesn't contain the necessary element of punishment.
Gleeful liberals want not only to control white people's behavior, they want to make sure that they are punished and made uncomfortable for not doing what they're told by the liberals, who of course are so much wiser, and who know so much better how other people should live their lives.
It's like the famous section in George Orwell's novel 1984, when Winston Smith is being tortured and interrogated by O 'Brien, and he asks O 'Brien why the torture and the beatings are necessary.
I mean, the state is all-powerful.
You know, why do they have to take it out on the little guy?
O 'Brien then reveals that the real purpose of the whole left-wing Big Brother dictatorship is to exercise power over the lives of others.
And the only way that a tyrant can be absolutely sure that others are obeying his will, and not secretly their own, is by beating them and torturing them and using pain and force to make them obey.
It is not enough for liberals merely to educate others in the dangers of tobacco use, or even preach to others to mend their smelly, evil, puffing ways.
Liberals need to use the comparatively mild democratic equivalent of force in order to compel others to conform by driving smokers out into the street, in the wind, in the rain, in the winter cold.
Driving up their insurance premiums and so forth and so on, and then watching them and laughing at them on the security cameras, and yes, I've been in work environments where that very thing has occurred.
I know sometimes I sound like a Rush Limbaugh fan.
I'm not, because Limbaugh's worldview is fundamentally flawed.
It makes no allowance for race, and won't do until his masters among the country club Republicans tell him to, and the man is completely and utterly subservient to Israel.
But that having been said, Limbaugh does make some good points about the nature of liberalism.
And the way in which liberalism seeks control over human lives with the political weapons and tools that they have available to them.
He points out that in a truly free society, everyone should be in control of their own lives, and everyone should be free to make their own choices about the way in which they will live, including stupid and bad choices.
Now, liberals can't have that.
Because, you see, if everybody's free to make their own choices, then they might not make the choices that liberals want them to make.
They might get it wrong.
Which would imply that maybe liberals are not the wonderful and intelligent and entitled beings that they think they are.
Now, when you don't do what you're told by Hillary Clinton and Arianna Huffington, When you do what you want to do, instead of what they tell you to do, then you hurt liberals' feelings, and you bruise their egos, and you make them feel bad about themselves, and maybe even question their own divinely granted privilege of telling everyone else how everything ought to be.
And we can't have that now, can we?
One of the things that liberals tell us to do is not to smoke.
And when we disobey, mommy dearest has to punish us by driving us out into the cold and the rain and the wet, which may well make us even sicker than the tobacco, but that doesn't matter.
Common sense and health concerns really have nothing to do with anti-smoking laws, nor really even do insurance premiums.
It's about making us white boys do as we are told by niggers and bossy women with hair on their legs and, of course, Jews.
I know I talk about Orwell's 1984 a lot, but there's another one of my favorite novels, and that's a book by a British author named Anthony Burgess.
It's from the 1960s.
It's called A Clockwork Orange.
Some of you have maybe seen that movie with Malcolm McDowell, which was absolutely idiotic, so disregard that.
You need to sit down and read the actual book, which I won't try to describe except to say that it is a powerful and glorious hymn to the ultimate depravity of the human spirit.
It restores one's faith in the innate wickedness of mankind.
Anyway, the idea of the novel is pretty much known.
The hero or the anti-hero of the novel is a young white boy named Alex, a real nasty piece of work, a criminal and a kind of futuristic gangbanger as Burgess saw gangs developing in the 60s.
Kind of a titty boy on steroids.
And he's subjected to a combination of drugs and torture and mind control by the state in order to make him be good so that Alex no longer has any free will and he can't choose to be bad even if he wants to.
This, in essence, is what liberals are trying to do with things like anti-smoking and other social conditioning programs.
They're trying to make us be good and remove the actual choice to be wicked or sinful or light up a cigar or whatever.
Now, the Northwest Republic will be mostly about race, of course, but it will also be very much about freedom, about the right to live your own life in the way that you choose, even if some of the things you choose to do may not be very bright.
There will, of course, be a few things that you can't do in the Northwest Republic.
You won't be able to race mix.
But then, since there won't be any Jews or any non-whites around to race mix with, that's kind of moot.
You can't be a faggot.
But then all the social and moral corruption of America will have been removed, and white people will once again be able to live a normal, sound, traditional family life, and their brains aren't being twisted like saltwater taffy like they are under political correctness.
And when that is the case, then the whole homo thing will die away, except for that very tiny number of individuals who are genuinely sick in that manner.
That's a very tiny minority, and they will receive appropriate treatment in institutions for what is, in fact, a form of mental illness.
Now, in the Northwest Republic, you won't be able to do things like robbing liquor stores or burning down houses just to watch the glow.
But beyond obvious stuff like that, you'll be pretty much able to do anything you want to do without violating some petty federal regulation or having some preachy mommy dearest type climb all over you, shaking her finger, no, no, no, no, no, and telling you why you mustn't do it.
It's bad for you.
No, no, no.
And if you're stupid enough to want to light up a cigarette or a cigar and you think you can live and maybe die with the consequences, then that's your choice.
No one can or should try to make other people be good.
Or make them be smart.
All that having been said, don't smoke, dumbass.
Do as I say, not as I do.
There, that's Harold being a liberal.
I will get back to some of these other objections to the novels in this comrade's email because they're important, but now it's time for the second music break.
I had some guys email me from the British Isles over the last couple of weeks to inform me that the Irish and the Scots aren't the only Celtic people still left in Britain, and that the fact is that actually the Welsh have done the best job in preserving their language and their culture, which I knew already.
In fact, most Welsh people, in Wales itself, actually speak some of their own language as their first tongue, or at least on a daily basis in their private conversation, unlike the Irish and the Scots.
Fair enough.
This is the Welch National Anthem, which I will not even attempt to pronounce, but in English it's called Land of Our Fathers.
Land of Our Fathers
Land of Our Fathers
Blood, blood, pleidio lui vim blood.
Tra morgan vir, il vir hoff hai, och tar et ir henniai thvar hai.
Tra morgan vir, tra i o lor in love.
Tra morgan vir, il vir hoff hai, och tar et ir henniai thvar
hai.
No!
Right, next up from our comrade's email.
There's a passage in the latest sample chapter of Freedom's Sons, wherein I refer to the destruction of Israel by a combined Arab military force at some unspecified point in the future, and three million Israeli refugee Jews flooding into the United States, as well as a million into Canada, thus shifting the political and demographic balance even further to the left than it already is.
Now he says, quote, I brought this up earlier, Harold.
Why are you sparing the Jews?
Everyone likes to see bad things happen to those who so richly deserve it.
Maybe a huge pit from a tactical nuke in the center of Tel Aviv is filled with wood set afire and the hebs are tossed, screaming and kicking into the mother of all bonfires.
Plus, it will drive the kikes bonkers and get some publicity for sure.
Well, yeah, I could have done that.
After all, I'm the one sitting behind the keyboard here and writing fiction as a kind of a godlike act of creation in that you can make pretty much anything you want happen to anybody.
And if it gets too improbable and ridiculous, you just change it from a novel to a Hollywood screenplay.
And some Jew will produce it for $10 million he borrows using the latest junk bonds as a collateral.
And even if it goes straight to video and bombs right out of the gate, the Jew and his backers still get a tax write-off.
You know, that's why so many Hollywood movies suck so bad, don't you?
They're intended to fail so that the investors can use them to deal their taxes.
But that movie, the producers, was actually based on real life.
Anyway, where was I?
Yes, I could have had all the Israelis wiped out along with their shitty little country, as the British diplomat described it.
But unlike some novelists, and unlike almost all Hollywood screenwriters, I like to keep my fiction at least plausible, if not likely.
And in real life, I don't think that's what would happen.
In real life, when Israel finally goes under, as it most certainly will go under eventually, it will happen in one of two ways.
Either the American lifeline really will be severed, and they really will be militarily overwhelmed, most likely by a coalition of Muslim powers headed by Iran and joined by the new Islamic fundamentalist regimes in Egypt and Libya and Tunisia that are coming, thanks to Obama's dithering.
Or else, number two...
Israel will be backed into a political corner and forced to commit political harakiri in the way Rhodesia and South Africa were, by going for what's called a one-state solution, and the Palestinians turning their whole revolution into one central demand, which is one man, one vote.
Now, since the Palestinians damn near outnumber the Jews now, and most certainly will outnumber them in the next generation, goodbye Israel and hello Palestine.
Most of the Jews will get the hell out, and the few who remain will either be killed or absorbed by the Palestinian majority, like the remaining whites in South Africa.
In either event, once the handwriting is clearly on the wall, however many years this happens in the future, the Jews will do what they do best.
Pack their bags and flee, in this case, to the only countries willing to have them.
Not even the Western world as a whole, since the Europeans have got their number once again.
But the English-speaking Western world.
The Israelis will flee to England, the US, Canada, Australia, and New Zealand.
This is in fact already happening.
There are whole Israeli expat communities right now in a lot of North American cities, notably New York and Los Angeles and Toronto.
So that's the first answer as to why I wrote that section of FS up like I did, because in my opinion, that's what'll happen in real life.
It's a lot more likely than a so-called Second Holocaust, which would, of course, in reality be the first, even though I do use that term in my manuscript.
I may get rid of it later on.
There will be a few more passing references to the cessation of Israel in this novel, just as there were in The Hill of the Ravens, but it's not going to be a major part of the book.
This isn't a book about Israel.
It's not about the Jews.
It's not about America.
It's about white men and the character we need to develop in order to survive as a species.
But there's another issue here, and it cuts to the heart of why these books were written in the first place, and why they should be read.
I was always a bit disappointed at the muted response that the first novel, The Hill of the Ravens, received from the racially conscious community.
And if you ask most people today who have read all four of the books, very few of them will claim that The Hill of the Ravens is their favorite, because it largely takes place in the future Northwest American Republic.
And the upshot of it is that people didn't really want to read about life in an all-white world.
They didn't want to read about genetically engineered guard dogs and flying cars and colonies on Mars and the revitalization of marriage and cancer cures.
They wanted Rambo-like revenge fantasies where niggers and Jews and FBI goons got gunned down and blown up and done in in various creative and spectacular ways.
This was to some degree why I kept on writing the novels.
To give my audience what they wanted in half of the book so that I could get them to pay attention to what I was saying in the other half.
Okay, if a writer wants to be successful, either financially or in making his point, he has to give his readers what they want.
I get that, no problem.
But still, I say again that these novels are not about Jews or niggers or the federal government or angry white male vengeance.
That's just the hook I use to get my audience into the books so that they will absorb the important stuff.
Down through the years, I've gotten occasional internet crap from the knights who say V-Bulletin or the pseudo-intellectual bloggers to the effect of, Harold must be an agent.
He's trying to talk young white people into committing crimes and getting them busted.
This is especially ironic in view of the fact that some of the people who are saying these things are almost certainly cognitive dissonance ops themselves.
But for the record, no, that's not what these novels are about.
I've said this before, and I'll say it again.
These novels of mine are not intended to tell young white people what they should do.
They are intended to show young white people who they should be, if you get the difference.
Now, that's not necessarily about shooting and bombing and ambushing feds and Mexicans or whoever.
You might say it's not about the act.
It's about the actor.
Give me a small handful of white men and women who are capable within themselves of being the kind of people in my books, and one way or the other, we will have our revolution and our Northwest Republic.
It might happen in some way similar to what I describe in the Northwest novels, and it might not.
There are several alternative scenarios which I consider to be within the realm of possibility.
But the strategy or the tactics aren't what my books are about.
It's about the people in them.
Our comrade's next comment was about something called sunburn missiles that the Russians might give to the Republic in order to deal with an American naval attack, and thank you very much.
I didn't even know these things existed.
This is the kind of input I need from you guys on the committee.
Finally, there was a protest about one section in the chapter where the President of the Republic invokes the name of God in asking for at least 48 hours' notice of the exact time of the American attack on his country.
And he wanted to know why I couldn't say the gods, so forth and so on.
Now, I've dealt with a religion issue at some length in several of the other novels, including one passage from A Mighty Fortress, which is kind of my canned answer to that.
That's the one I periodically post on the blogs and which I send out by email when anyone asks a question on religion.
I won't read that out here because it's long and it contains dialogue and...
If you haven't read the book, you wouldn't know the characters and it would be pretty hard to follow, but right now I'll just talk about religion in the context of the Northwest novels themselves and how I deal with it in my writing.
I got into a lot of trouble over the Hill of the Ravens when it came out because some of our Christian comrades were rather upset that I did not turn my vision of the future Northwest American Republic into a kind of a high-tech version of Puritan New England together with scarlet letters and heretics burning at the stake.
I actually included not only pagans, or old believers as I refer to them, but I included Wiccans, and who, boy, you would have thought I'd pissed in the punch bowl.
And yes, I know, they're not a real religion, they claim to be thousands of years old, but in actual fact, they were founded in the 1950s by Gerald Gardner, who in turn cribbed a lot of his rituals from Aleister Crowley.
Anyway, before I really wander away on a tangent there, out here in the real America, the overwhelming majority of white people, like 99% of them, profess at least some lip service to Christianity.
And however lightly it may sit upon them, they are extremely uncomfortable at hearing the Christian God, Jesus, etc.
abused, Jesus being referred to as a dead Jew on a stick, and so forth and so on.
They make no connection in their own minds between religion and the day-to-day racial and economic problems that they face, and creating one from scratch is a task far beyond the crude and paltry propaganda resources that we have at our disposal.
Religion is a subject I would actually love to flush down the memory hole completely because it generates heat rather than light, and it's not germane to the immediate task at hand of establishing a safe homeland for our people.
Violent attacks on Christianity are absolutely, utterly the worst possible propaganda for our cause in any pre-revolutionary setting.
And when you wrestle them to the ground and force them to calm down and think a bit, most of the non-Christians among us who seriously do desire to see some progress will admit that they have to cool down their own religious views for the common good.
Now, the problem is a lot of these people aren't non-Christians, they're anti-Christians, but I'm going to shut down that little digression right here and now.
That having been said, I do try to balance the contents of the novels as much as I can.
For example, in the sample chapter of Freedom Sons I sent out just before this latest one, I had Gus Singer's brother, Al, do a cameo appearance, wherein he referred to the gods instead of God.
And you'll recall that according to the Northwest Mythos, if you want to...
Call it that.
The Singer family were old believers.
In conversation, I'll usually say something like, God the gods, the creator of the cosmos, karma the great pumpkin, or whatever you want to call it.
But it's a little too cumbersome to write out all those disclaimers every time I need to use the word God in one of my books.
Like I said, I wish I didn't have to mention it at all, and the only reason I do is because whether I like it or not, to a lot of our people, it's an important and in some cases downright overriding topic, and it would be at least part of the warp and the woof of any white revolutionary movement and any white ethnostate, even if only as a problem.
I say God in the books because most of the time, that's what the majority of my readers are used to.
That's the way they've been taught to frame that idea, that concept in their minds in Christian terms.
And to try to rewire that would bog the dialogue and the plot down.
Generally speaking, with Americans, you need to stick to the familiar and do your best to speak their language, so to speak.
Americans aren't really interested in ideas unless it's some kind of psychobabble that puffs their ego and allows them to put themselves at the center of everything, which is why psychobabble is so popular and does so well in this country.
It legitimizes American narcissism, and it validates Americans' usual self-image that everything is about me, me, me, me.
Nevertheless, I will try and keep a bit of balance in future chapters of Freedom's Sons.
And bear in mind also that these are draft chapters, and the book itself is not complete.
This is going to be a long one, guys.
It'll probably beat War and Peace.
Finally, speaking of narcissism, two more comments on Freedom's Sons so far, which I'll get into here.
Tom from California writes, Hi Harold, I was going to comment further on Freedom's Sons.
Please don't neglect the old man.
What are we now, 10-12 years since Longview?
The old man is an essential part of the NAR, and he can't be forgotten.
I realize it must be rough to write about your alter ego, blah blah blah blah.
Okay, Tom, no, kidding aside, that really is a little too narcissistic.
I included that one section in the Hill of the Ravens back all those years ago with the ducks as more or less a joke on myself, and to be honest, if I'd realized at the time that this Northwest NVA literary mythos thing was going to develop a life of its own, I wouldn't have included that character.
There have been occasional references to him in the novels, and one or two in Freedom's Sons, like that crack about Glenn Miller's farm and all the drunks, but I think he's going to take a powder from now on.
If you ever get curious about him as this next book goes on, just figure he's retired and senile and floundering around in the pond trying to catch the ducks.
Kind of like Eamon de Valera in his last years.
Dev just hung on and on.
He was in his 90s when he died, and during the last 20 years or so of his life, the government of the Irish Republic used to queel him out on public occasions like some kind of national monument.
And in between times, I think they kept him in a closet in Leinster House with a dust cover on him or something.
Colonel House emails me, My suggestion is to record the Northwest Quartet or Quintet as a series of books on tape for distribution on the file-sharing networks.
Young people today will not and possibly cannot read full-length novels.
I've been in correspondence with twenty-somethings who read the novels and can't repeat back even one passage.
I used to become very angry and depressed at this, but have come to realize that the Jew has poisoned the minds of our young to the point that any attempt to educate them is nearly futile.
Apparently, our young people respond only to oral communications, A-U-R-A-L, which need to be repeated many, many times to achieve an average retention rate of 70%.
Am I being pessimistic?
Do some research on knowledge retention among recent high school graduates.
Well, Colonel, that's one of the reasons that I do all the spaced repetitions here on this show, and I keep going over the same things over and over again.
Now, as to your idea, damn, Colonel, my voice can barely manage an hour of ranting and raving on Radio Free Northwest.
I'll put that idea on the maybe to-do list, and when time and place shall serve, we can kick it around, but it would be a really major undertaking.
Plus, I don't know how I would do some of the more dramatic renderings.
Anyway, third music break.
I haven't gone medieval on your ass for a while now, so I'm going to play you a cheery little number called Death and the Maiden.
This is the John Renburn Group.
As I walked forth one day, one day, I met an old man by either way.
His head was bald and his beard was grey.
His clothing made of the cold earth and clay.
His clothing made of the cold earth and clay.
I said, "Old man, what man are you?
What country do you belong to?
My name is Death as God of me.
All kings and princes bow down unto me.
All kings and princes bow down unto me My name is
J.R.I.T.
My name is Death, cannot you see?
Lords, troops, and ladies bow down unto me.
And you are one of those branches free And you fair maid must come along with me And you fair maid must come along with me I'll give you the truth so rare I'll give you the voice so true to wear I'll give you the concept of my heaven If you let me
live but another short year If you let me live but another short year Fair lady lay your roles aside No longer glory in your pride And our sweet maid make no delay Your time has come and you must obey
On that same night this fair maid died And loved her too So these words inscribe Here lies upon this blessed maid By death so brutally she was betrayed By death so brutally she was betrayed By death so brutally she was betrayed By death so brutally she was betrayed By death so brutally she was betrayed By death so
brutally she was betrayed Thank
you.
you What exactly do you mean by response and what kind of person are you looking for?
Dear Susan, here is what I look for.
Number one, response.
Does someone send me a letter, or more usually an email, in answer to Radio Free Northwest or something they've seen on the internet or from reading one of the novels, and if so, do they respond more than once?
Does there seem to be genuine interest?
Number two, what is the content of the response?
Does it contain actual comment on the Northwest Front's ideas of the show, or are they just, ah, he's a goddamn nigger?
Or is it just someone trying to interest me in his particular hobby horse, Bilderbergers, or whatever?
In other words, is the response from someone who's telling me something that I already know, or does there seem to be a bit of creative and proactive intelligence at work?
Number three, I'll look at the style of the response.
Are the emails correctly spelled?
Are the sentences constructed more or less correctly?
And that's good.
It indicates someone who reads, someone who didn't dick off in school, or both.
Does this writer admit to being drunk, or does he appear to be drunk?
You'd be amazed at how many people have to get a load on just to summon the courage to send me an email.
This is one reason why I don't publish a phone number.
Back when I did, I used to get calls from drunks all the time at two in the morning.
Guys who would talk to me and tell me things that they would never dare to repeat when they were sober.
Number four, I check for Campos Mentis.
Does the contact appear to be sane?
If not, I send him over to VNN.
Number five, attitude.
Is the writer emailing me with a chip on his shoulder from the get-go trying to start an argument over some piddly little thing or other for no real reason?
Is he shouting the odds and telling me about what I really ought to be doing and how I should be doing it and how I'm wrong about this or wrong about that?
And he's just so fucking brilliant, his light blinds the heavens.
In other words, is he actually interested in racial survival and white revolution?
Or is he just on some kind of bizarre ego trip?
Or is he trying to wrestle out his own personal demons on the internet and the racial cause is just convenient for him?
We get a lot of that.
Especially on blogs.
Number six, personal intelligence.
Does he seem to understand what I'm saying in any depth?
Does he appear to have actually cracked and read a history book on any aspect of Western civilization besides the Third Reich or Civil War?
Number seven, political intelligence.
Does he understand the central, paramount nature of the Jewish question?
Does his personal distaste for brown-skinned Muslims override his political judgment to the point where he supports the bogus war on terror, and by extension supports the unmitigated evil that's Israel?
A good litmus test here is, does the contact believe the official story of 9-11?
If so, what else would he swallow if lied to by Zog?
Now, don't get me wrong, Susan.
I understand that people who are unable to make the final leap to true revolutionary politics are not necessarily bad people.
They just haven't politically matured sufficiently.
They're like fish who are too small.
I toss them back and I give them the chance to grow in knowledge and perception of the Jewish question, and I'm sure most of them will.
Number seven, personal situation.
Once I start exploring a contact, I try to assess if he would be willing and able to make migration.
I understand that someone in Philadelphia with a family and a $42 an hour job, for now, is not just going to toss all his goods in a U-Haul and light out for Idaho, but someone flipping burgers for $8 an hour and being hounded in his trailer by his ex-wife's lawyer might.
It's unfortunate that we have to look for that level of desperation in our first racial immigrants, but that seems to be the hand we've been dealt.
We're middle American white males, not 19th century pioneers.
And I understand that it is not really reasonable of me to expect a testosterone-deficient and attenuated sperm count white male of 2011 to behave like a white man of 1850.
I'll tell you what, I'm going to throw Susie's question right back at you folks.
I want you to sit down and have a little introspection session with yourself.
I want you to examine yourself, your thought processes, your mind, and your heart.
I want you to tell me, as completely as you can, exactly what it will take to bring you here to the homeland.
No joke.
Dead serious.
I want to know.
Under what circumstances will you come here?
What has to happen in your lives to bring you here?
What do you want to hear or see or get from me to bring you here?
What am I doing right?
What am I doing wrong?
What must I do?
What must happen?
What circumstances must come about in your life so that you will pack your belongings and come here to the land that history, destiny, and God have appointed to be the place of regeneration and hope for our people?
Hmm, there's that word again.
Right now, I can give you and I'm willing to give you pretty much anything you need except money and accommodation and a guaranteed job.
Now, the time will come when there will be a proper Northwest agency run by the party that can give you at least some limited help with all three of those.
But that time is not now.
When that time does come, it'll be largely through the efforts of those who come home within the next few years and get themselves established while it's still comparatively easy to do so.
Now, there's another thing I need: timelines.
When are you coming home?
I've been getting an awful lot of song and dance along the Someday Over the Rainbow line, and that don't cut it.
We need to start setting some definite timelines and then start to work rubbishing all the naysays and yes-butts and frighteners that keep you from coming home.
We need to get the first wave, as I refer to it, on their way home and start getting them settled in and established very soon, within the next year or so.
There will be more about this in future transmissions, but right now I need to know from you, what will it take to get you to commit this first vital physical act to secure the existence of our people and the future for white children?
What will it take to bring you here?
Talk to me, people.
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 Underbond.
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