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Sept. 15, 2011 - Radio Free Nortwest - H.A. Covington
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Oh, then tell me, Sean O 'Farrell, tell me why you hurry so.
Hush your vocal, hush and listen, and his cheeks were all aglow.
I bear orders from the captain, get you ready quick and soon, for the pikes must be together by the rising of the moon.
By the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon, for the pikes must be together by the rising of the moon.
Oh, then tell me, Sean O'Farrell, where the gathering is to be, in the old spot by the river, rightful known to you and me.
One more roar for signal, token whistle, out 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 rubbing for the blessed warning light.
One was passed along the valleys like the man she's lonely crew, and a thousand plays were flashing at the rise.
It's September the 15th, 2011.
I'm Harold Covington, and this is Radio Free Northwest.
There beside the singing river, that dark mass of men were seen.
Far above their shining weapons, on 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.
Okay, the big news this week is, of course, Kevin Harpam's decision to plead guilty in federal court to two out of the four counts that he was charged with in relation to the alleged bionic backpack incident in Spokane last January.
Okay, now, I have a policy on things like this which I'll go ahead and I'll elucidate right now so that there will be no question about it.
In incidents like this, of which there will be many, many more, I'm sure, in the future, I am simply not going to second-guess a defendant regarding his decision to plea bargain or anything that he decides to do for his defense.
You see, I myself, although I've been doing this almost 40 years, have been arrested only four times, and I've gotten off with only one nine-month suspended sentence, and I've never had to go through anything this serious or anything like some of you guys out there have gone through.
I understand this, and I know that that means that I am not really qualified to go shouting the odds about prison and defense tactics and all of these things that I've never actually had to do myself.
So like I said, there will be no second-guessing Kevin Harpam or really any speculation as to why he may have made this decision to plead guilty.
Based on what evidence we have been allowed to see, I still have a good deal of doubt in my own mind as to whether or not this is anything but an FBI fabrication, but FBI fabrication or not.
In this society, you can go to prison for just as many years for something you didn't do as for something you did do.
So it doesn't really make any difference, frankly, whether or not Kevin Harpam is guilty.
The fact is he pleaded guilty, and from now on that's going to be the baseline as far as to whatever happens with this incident in the future.
But again, well, like I say, I have not actually had to go through this, but I have met over the years a lot of men who have, and they have all described a very similar experience when they were in jail awaiting arraignment and trial, etc., etc.
Almost all of them had to make do with a court-appointed lawyer, like Kevin Harpum did.
And one story that they all tell in one form or another, almost exactly the same, is that from the very moment that that court-appointed lawyer first steps into your cell or your interrogation room or whatever, the very first words out of his mouth are plea bargain.
Time and again, I have heard stories from men and women who actually did go through this, wherein they describe the incredible pressure that is placed on white defendants, especially poor white defendants who have to rely on public defenders, to cop a plea.
Just admit something happened, let the government off the hook, and take whatever they, in their kindness, decide to give you by way of destruction of your life.
And cross your fingers and just hope it won't be too bad.
That's the justice system in this country.
Kind of reminds me of that one scene in the movie, A Few Good Men, where Demi Moore is giving Tom Cruise a lecture about his legal technique in the Judge Advocate General Corps.
She says, you've plea bargained your last 49 cases, and Cruise says, yeah, and I plea bargained one more case, I get a set of steak knives.
That's pretty much how it works in real life.
So that's the first thing we have to bear in mind, is that Harpam was under incredible pressure to cop a plea.
That pressure could have involved threats against his family.
For example, if his father, who is already ill, has a government disability check of some kind, that could be threatened.
I've heard of them doing that.
I've heard of them threatening to take women's children away from them, either to make someone plead guilty or to get a woman to turn on someone.
Her husband usually is a witness.
That kind of thing.
This sort of stuff just goes on all the time in our wonderful judicial system.
It's rotten, it's horrible, it's despicable, but this is it.
This is what we have to live with by way of a so-called justice system.
Another aspect of this guilty plea that we need to consider is that In light of this fortuitous development, the federal government gets off the hook when it comes to presenting any evidence or revealing any information as to what, if anything, actually happened in Spokane on January 17, 2011.
Remember that mysterious second man that the FBI was running all over the Northwest trying to locate as recently as a couple of weeks ago?
Well, I guess that story is inoperative now, and he's vanished into the mist with John Doe No. 2. Maybe the second man from Spokane will also turn up living in comfortable retirement in an expensive yuppie arts colony off a very generous monthly stipend from the federal government that no one can quite figure out how he earned.
That is, if he's as lucky as John Doe No. 2. I guess those bright sparks in the Bureau have decided that Kevin Harpam could, in fact, be in two places at once, and since there won't be a trial, they don't have to worry about putting that odd little proposition to the test in court.
Another intriguing aspect of the plea bargain is that since there will now be no trial, the FBI need not reveal the name of the informer who pointed them in Kevin Harpam's direction.
Yes, yes, I know, the Bureau claims that they magically deduced his guilt from the Joe Snuffy posts on VNN, and it's true that this whole case is an object lesson as to why we should avoid VNN, but that's not how the FBI identified Kevin Harpam, and it's not how they decided to fit him into the frame for this incident and get the little gold stars on their forehead and get all that lovely new budget money for the Spican office.
I'm not going to go into details here, because if I say too much, it's as good as naming the individual in question, and I don't want to do that, because we don't know that he or she is guilty.
For the record, I confronted the individual in question, well, Cyber confronted him or her, which is as close as I could get, and I flat out asked them if they had fingered Kevin Harpam to the Bureau.
In all fairness, I have to report that the person in question denied it.
Although I would have been a little more comfortable with a simple flat denial and not a long, abstruse explanation as to how no, no, no, no, no, it couldn't possibly have been them because of this and that and thus and such and all the little details.
You know the old Shakespearean line about how methinks the lady doth protest too much?
Well, in any case, now there will be no trial and no presentation of evidence and no chance for any cross-examination, even assuming a court-appointed attorney would have bothered to defend Harpam at all.
The fact is, we'll never know who first spoke Kevin's name in the ear of one of Obama's gun thugs.
Again, let me be clear.
I am not leveling an accusation.
And I will not level an accusation because I don't know.
And because there is no evidence other than specific instances of observed behavior on this person's part that might indicate a little bit of suspicion, but I will simply repeat what I have said before.
When the secret police come cruising, do not talk to them.
Not about anything.
Ask if they have a warrant, and if they do not, tell them to get one and close the door.
Do not bandit words with them.
Now, if you persist in this stupid idea that you are clever enough to play games with them, if you can't get it through the pork fat in your head that, no, you are not smarter than they are, if you can't internalize the fact that you never use them,
they use you, and above all, If, with incredible bird-brained arrogance and vanity, you regularly invite them into your home, give them refreshments, and chat with them every time they show up, then I got news for you, hotshot.
People are gonna talk.
Now, these are not friendly little elves that you can buy off with milk and cookies, you imbecile.
These are dangerous predators who make their living by doing harm to others, by feeding human beings and human lives into the machine for processing.
They are like the priests of ancient Phoenicia who took babies from mother's arms and hurled them into the red-hot fire pits of the Semitic god Moloch.
That's a pretty close parallel.
Because the FBI and the Joint Terrorism Task Force as well serve a Semitic moloch, an inhuman god that demands to be fed on human blood and human misery.
No one can prove that this person let Kevin Harpam's name slip in a little milk and cookie session with the poisonous insects in the Brooks Brothers' suits.
But this person is old enough and has been around long enough and should know enough by now not to allow himself or herself to even be in that position.
This person ought to know better than to ever voluntarily open the door to the insects in the suits.
And I have to admit, if that's what happened, I just don't get it.
Maybe one day I can sit down with this individual and ask him or her some other questions that need asking about some other strange incidents that have been happening and see if maybe I can crack the great mystery as to just what the hell is going on in this person's mind.
That is, if I ever find that I give a damn.
Anyway, enough of that.
Here's Axis Sally.
Hi guys, this is Axis Sally, and in view of the fact that we just commemorated the 10th anniversary of the 9-11 attacks, I have some comments I'd like to make.
First, I'd like to share the following quote from Israeli Prime Minister Ariel Sharon.
Every time we do something, you tell me America will do this and we'll do that.
I want to tell you something very clear.
Don't worry about American pressure on Israel.
The first thing that leaps out at you regarding 9 /11 is that in the world's largest Jewish city, an area with a Jewish population larger than that of Israel itself, only one filthy kike died in the World Trade Center that day.
What's wrong with this picture?
An Israeli instant messaging firm called Odaigo, with offices in both the World Trade Center and Israel, confirmed that some of the Israeli employees were warned of the impending attack hours before it happened.
Kind of makes you wonder just what Prime Minister Sharon was referring to when he dropped that comment I just quoted.
On December 12th of that year, Fox News broke a story that pointed out the FBI had evidence of Israeli advanced knowledge of the attacks.
Fox News correspondent Carl Cameron reported that since September 11th, more than 60 Jews were arrested or detained, including a handful of Israeli military.
Investigators also say some of the detainees failed polygraph tests when asked about surveillance activities against the U.S. Don't forget the Mossad agents who were videotaped dancing and cheering on top of a van as the towers burned.
In 2001, 9-11 fell close to the Jewish holidays Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur.
Rosh Hashanah celebrates the start of the Jewish New Year and Yom Kippur is the Day of Atonement.
According to Jewish tradition, God inscribes each person's fate for the coming year into a book, the Book of Life, on Rosh Hashanah, and waits until Yom Kippur to seal the verdict.
During the Days of Awe, a Jew tries to amend his or her behavior and seek forgiveness for wrongs done against God and against other human beings.
The evening and day of Yom Kippur are set aside for public and private petitions and confessions of guilt.
At the end of Yom Kippur, one considers oneself absolved by God.
Okay, Jews, aren't you always absolved by God for everything you do?
Your wrongs against other human beings?
You, the chosen people, the apple of God's eye, have never considered we goyim to be humans, so whatever.
Anytime a cop is investigating a crime, he looks not at just the evidence, but motive.
Presuming for the sake of argument that the 9-11 attacks were in fact pulled off by pissed-off Muslims, the one thing about 9-11 we never really did get any kind of explanation for was the motive.
All we got from the neocons was a blather about how they quote-unquote hate our freedom.
America's habit of invading Muslim countries and dropping napalm on their children was, of course, conveniently left out, and needless to say, the forbidden I word was never mentioned.
Again, assuming that the official story of the 9-11 attacks at least somewhat approximates what really happened, the fact is that the motive is staring us in the face.
Israel.
America's never-ending support for Israel.
America's craving yielding to Israel in everything.
America's persistent placing of Israel's interests ahead of our own.
The fact that Muslim men and women and children are being slaughtered every day in Palestine with American-made weapons, ammunition, tanks, bombs, and money.
Gee, now I wonder why the Muslims would get pissed off at us over a little thing like that.
Israel and the Jews, all Jews, are the greatest terrorists our country has ever known.
They are absolute filth, and even if there had been Nazi death camps, that would have been too good for them.
All you Radio Free Northwest listeners who don't bother to send $10 each month, there is something you can do.
Find a Jew and drown him in pig's blood or something else non-kosher, then turn him into soap.
Just don't wash anything with the soap.
The purpose of soap is to get stuff clean.
Then find something Jews like and go blow it up.
Alright, I'm going to do something I normally don't do.
I'm going to play a song again.
Last week, I played a merry little Australian ditty by an Australian singer named Rolf Harris called Timey Kangaroo Downsport.
It comes from the 1960s.
It's one that I remembered from my own childhood.
And I pointed out at the time that when I heard...
The song, in the 60s, I remembered a line about Let Me Ebbos Go Loose Lou, so forth and so on, and when I downloaded the song from Amazon this time around, I noticed that that verse was gone, and obviously it had been removed for politically correct reasons, etc.
Now, for those of you who are not familiar with Australia, Ebbos means nigger.
Basically, they are the aboriginal people of Australia who are as black as the Ace of Spades.
They have the distinction of being the only people on Earth who are both uglier and stupider.
I'm not kidding.
These creatures make American niggers look like Rhodes Scholars.
When the white man first came to Australia, they were literally in the Stone Age and had been for 20,000 years, however long they'd been on the continents.
They were naked and they were hunting with stones and boomerangs and sharpened sticks.
They had just barely discovered fire.
They had no written language.
They just, well, I mean, you can look up Australian abos if you want, but Basically, nobody in Australia likes them.
They're useless, even by black standards.
They call them boongs.
In Australia, in the rural areas, when you ride up and down the roads there, your Land Rover or your truck or whatever usually has kind of like a cow catcher on the front called a roo catcher because kangaroos and wallabies run in herds and you can be driving down the road and it's kind of like hitting a deer here.
All of a sudden, you've got a road full of kangaroos and you're going to run into them with your truck and so you've got this little thing to catch.
Anyway.
They call ebbo's booms because boom is the sound that they make when they bounce off your rhubarb.
Like I said, this thing last week kind of pissed me off.
I remembered that song from my childhood.
I remembered that verse.
And these people, whoever they are who censored that song, in a weird sort of way, took a little bit of my own childhood away, as pathetic as that sounds.
But like I said, it just pissed me off.
So a friend of mine actually found the original version of the 1960s song and sent it to me.
And so here it is, in all its glory, complete, including the politically incorrect verse that was censored by Amazon.
Music There's an old Australian stockman lying, dying.
And he gets himself up under one elbow and he turns to his mates who are gathered around and he says, Watch me wallabies feed, mate.
Watch me wallabies feed.
They're a dangerous breed, mate.
So watch me wallabies feed all together now.
Tie me kangaroo down, sport.
Tie me kangaroo down.
Tie me kangaroo down, sport.
Tie me kangaroo down.
Keep me cockatoo cool, curl.
Keep me cockatoo cool.
Oh, don't go acting a fool, curl.
Just keep me cockatoo cool.
All together now.
Tie me kangaroo down, sport.
Tie me kangaroo down.
Tie me kangaroo down, sport.
Tie me kangaroo down.
And take me koala back, Jack.
Take me koala back.
He lives somewhere out on the track, Mac.
So take me koala back all together now.
Tie me kangaroo down, sport.
Tie me kangaroo down.
Tie me kangaroo down, sport.
Tie me kangaroo down.
Let me abos go loose, Lou.
Let me abos go loose, they're of no further use, Lou.
So let me abos go loose, all together now.
Tie me kangaroo down, sport, tie me kangaroo down.
Tie me kangaroo down, sport, tie me kangaroo down.
And mind me platypus duck, Bill, mind me platypus duck.
Oh, don't let him go run in a muck, Bill.
Just mind me platypus duck, all together now.
Tie me kangaroo down, sport, tie me kangaroo down.
Tie me kangaroo down.
Play your didgeridoo.
Blue, play your didgeridoo.
Ah, like, keep playing till I shoot through.
Blue, play your didgeridoo.
All together now, tie me kangaroo down, sport.
Tie me kangaroo down.
Tie me kangaroo down.
Spock, tie me kangaroo down.
Tan me hide when I'm dead.
Fred, tan me hide when I'm dead.
So he tanned his hide when he died, Clyde, and that's it, hanging on the shed all to get them out.
Tie me kangaroo down, sport.
Tie me kangaroo down.
Tie me kangaroo down, sport.
Tie me kangaroo down.
Before we go on to the chat section with myself and comrade Charles, there's something I want to lay on you folks, just by way of an update as to what's been going on.
This week, I got an email from a supporter whom I thought was still in Nevada.
He has been with us on the mailing list for about five or six years now.
I've never actually personally met him.
He's one of these guys that kept telling me, well, Harold, I'm going to be up there.
I'm going to be up there anytime now, any year now.
And I said, okay, fine.
But he sent in his $10 every month.
And so I put up with his repeated promises to come home to the Northwest.
I get a lot of that.
This week I get an email from this gentleman, and lo and behold, sure enough, there he is in the homeland.
He is now in the Portland, Oregon area, and there have been a couple more contacts from that area.
Looks like we might actually have the beginnings of a fairly good little crew down there in Portland.
Now in addition to the guy in the Portland area, we have another migrant coming into this area, our own little primary settlement area here, next week.
We have one family who just settled into the Spokane area sometime this week.
They're still getting settled in.
And we've got another family coming from Virginia in the next couple of weeks.
And, of course, one guy settling in in Idaho by the end of the year.
So, guys, just to let you know, it is happening.
It's very, very slow.
It's slow as molasses in wintertime.
But I'm not just...
I know sometimes I act like I am.
I do rant and rave at you guys.
I read you the riot act.
I tell you to pull your socks up and get your asses up here.
And it's still happening way too slow.
More of you still need to do this.
More of you still need to really pull your socks up and come home.
But, slowly but surely, the response is starting.
We are starting to get more people into the homeland, and I'm especially encouraged by the fact that we look like we're going to be getting some new people here in our little Pugetopolis primary settlement area.
And I've said this before, I'll say it again.
Eventually, the word is going to get out that there is somewhere you can go where white nationalists can meet other white nationalists, actual real people, and not websites, not computer email addresses.
The word will get out that there is a place where you can relocate to to be among your own kind.
There is a support system and a safety net slowly being built so that while coming home and racial immigration always will have some element of risk, we can certainly do what we can to reduce or manage that risk.
And at some point in time, a tipping point is going to be reached when everyone finally gets it.
Everybody on the internet in the white movement is going to know somebody who came home to the homeland.
They're going to be getting emails and phone calls and other communications from people who have come home to the Pacific Northwest saying, hey, come on in, the water's fine.
There will, at some point in the future, be a serious migration to the homeland.
I know this, but it's just, it's happening too slow, and so that's why I seem a little bit impatient every now and then.
That's why I rant and rave.
Berate you people sometimes because we do really, really have to step it up.
We are running out of time, but it is happening.
And I just want everybody to understand that.
There are some people out there who are willing to listen and who are willing to do what is necessary to secure the existence of our people and the future for white children.
Never believe that there aren't.
This is Carmine Charles Martell, and we're just basically sitting here bullshitting in front of the mic.
And another topic we...
Got off on was this idea that, or this naysay that we get from some of the movement people, oh, well, it'll just never work.
Harold, we can't do that.
We can't have our own country.
That just won't work.
Well, yes, it will.
Really, I was just telling Harold that besides the demographic issue, you know, to recap, that either there's too many non-white people here or it's all full of white liberals, I mean, that's obviously not true.
But the other issues are, like Harold says, that it won't work because, A, the big issue to me is economic and geographic.
Economically, you need an area that can support itself, obviously.
I agree with, ideally, you'll have an outlet to the sea.
There are a few countries that do really well that are landlocked, but actually they have a rough time because they're always at the mercy of their neighbors.
And the last thing is that it has to be big enough to be able to be economically self-sufficient.
And the other issue that they always bring up is that they're just going to drop a nuke on us.
And I got to thinking about that.
You know, they've only done that once.
They dropped a nuke on Japan.
But, you know, there have been all kinds of revolutions and guerrilla wars all over the world.
And I noticed this is the first...
Well, actually, we've supported a lot of them.
You know, we never dropped a nuke on North Vietnam, although a lot of people were calling for it.
We never dropped a nuke on the Philippines.
Of course, we didn't have the nukes in those days.
This is one of the things that Freedom's Sons gets into.
This whole idea, oh, they won't let us do it, Harold.
And if we did get our own country, they'd just nuke us.
Oh, we can't do anything.
Please stop bothering us, Harold.
Basically, that seems to be the attitude.
What you've got to bear in mind is that a lot of the...
Attacks on the Northwest Imperative are rooted basically in a desire on the part of movement dysfunctional types to continue to find good, solid, rational reasons to do nothing.
If someone else were to come along with a viable plan that involved something else, the same people would be telling us all about it on their blogs as to how it's impossible, it will never work.
We must not do anything at all except continue to tap on our computers and continue to write on these pseudo-intellectual blogs.
And we're going to be getting this kind of opposition right up until the time we raise the tricolor flag over the Northwest here.
And I'm wandering again.
Oh, no, no.
Well, I just had to throw my two bits.
That was me pushing you away from the mic.
Okay.
Well...
You said something, and you've said it before, that always makes me laugh.
What was that?
Let's see if I can imitate you.
They won't let us do it.
Am I whiny enough?
They won't let us do it, Harold.
Oh, no.
It's impossible.
What do you mean they won't let us do it?
Whoa, whoa.
Do we have to ask permission to have a...
Guerrilla revolt?
I mean, that's the whole point of a guerrilla war is they won't let us do it.
I mean, dude, get with it.
If we wait to get the permission of the United States government to secure the existence of our people and a future for white children, we're going to have a mighty long wait.
And the general attitude, this is the official story now, is that we can't do anything until there is this big It's a cataclysmic event that will suddenly release the iron heel off of our necks, and then in a moment we're all going to be driving up and down the road in pickup trucks and Humvees wearing purple mohawks and shooting at each other with crossbows like a Mad Max movie.
Now, there's something wrong with this.
If you'll think about it, I think you can spot what it is.
These people who claim that we have to wait until this scenario occurs and then we'll all turn into Mad Max road warriors, Let me ask you something.
If they'll shoot at one another from their vehicles and with crossbows and that sort of stuff, let me ask you something about these people.
If they don't have the guts to stand up to police officers and FBI agents physically with weapons in their hands, what?
Makes us think that these same people will suddenly turn into Mad Max road warriors riding up and down in their open-backed vehicles with their purple Mohawks shooting each other with crossbows.
All of this, this whole balloon-goes-up thing is an excuse to continue to do nothing.
If people will not stand up for their rights here and now against the United States government and its armed men, They're not going to do a damn thing if and when this cataclysmic event occurs, either.
Because it's a matter of character.
It's not a matter of, oh, the time is not right.
I, too, can be a Mad Max road warrior.
I will fight with my crossbow against the guys in the purple mohawks and the niggers and all this sort of stuff, but I won't fight against a police officer or an FBI man.
And this, you know, no, no, no, don't work that way.
The main problem that we have is the weak and timid character of white people, and that's not going to change after the balloon goes up.
We don't need to wait for the balloon to go up.
We need to concentrate on changing and transforming our own character.
Well, I mean, that part's definitely true.
But, you know, all these people are missing the point.
I got some bad news for you.
The balloon went up already, in case nobody noticed.
Second thing is...
There are plenty of big, mean, tough white people in this country that are perfectly willing to duke it out with people with guns.
Where the hell do you think they get the guys in the army that they're sending to Iraq and Afghanistan?
I mean, those are big, mean white guys, and they like to kill people for a living.
But they're doing it because they think they're doing it in a good cause.
Trust me, those are the people that are going to be riding up and down the road in their pickup truck shooting people after the, quote, balloon goes up, end quote.
But that's obviously not us.
What we are is propagandists.
Our job is to get the message out to those people so that when the balloon goes up or whatever, they have a better idea of what kind of world we're going to build.
There's no doubt in my mind that this world is going to come crashing down on our heads.
But the issue is, what are we going to build in its place?
Are we just going to create another hellhole where we'll have liberty for 100 years and then they'll take over again?
Or are we going to have a better idea and build a better country?
So that we don't make the same stupid mistakes that our ancestors did.
That's the issue for us.
A lot of times when white people, especially young white men, come to the age of maturity and they want to find something worthwhile in life, they want to find something worth doing, although they probably don't express it even to themselves in these terms, they want to find the old ways, the old life, the old standards of honor and duty and blah, blah, blah.
They tend to go into the army or the police because they think that's where they will find the structure and the discipline and the code of honor that is completely and totally lacking elsewhere in politically correct society.
Of course, nowadays what they're finding if they go into the army is that their bunkmates are gangbangers and drug addicts and all the other scum that the army's recruited under the volunteer system and so forth and so on.
I know because I'm starting to get a lot of Iraq and Afghanistan veterans who are contacting us.
And they're telling me about what goes on in the Army today, and I thought it was bad when I was in.
But the thing is that at some point in time, we're going to have a situation where we have a lot of disillusioned veterans hanging around on street corners with no jobs.
We're getting into that situation right at the moment.
Yeah, I agree wholeheartedly.
It's like I was telling you the other day about all the good old boys and their toys.
We like to make fun of those guys, but those are the real Americans.
All those guys with all the big all-terrain amphibious four-wheel drive collision radar SUVs or whatever.
I don't know.
I mean, I love to watch those guys, you know, because it's, you know, that's white American ingenuity at work.
Every guy out there with a big boat and a big car and a big camper and, you know, like a rifle will shoot 300 miles.
Those guys, you know, they're working class white Americans, but they're very smart, they're very intelligent, and they read technical manuals like I read the Sunday newspaper.
It's just that right now, they think, or they have had it made.
So they're not interested in revolution.
Why the hell should they revolt against their bass boat?
The problem is, as this country comes crashing down, and they lose all their toys, those are going to be the pissed off people with the skills to do something about it.
Of course, the thing is, I've been hearing this business about the balloons going to go up and white people are going to lose everything and then they'll turn violent and overthrow the dog, etc., etc.
I've been hearing this in one form or another since 1972 when I first came in the movement.
I remember in 1976, after Jimmy Carter was elected, there were people in the movement vowing and swearing, just hysterical, screaming at the top of their lungs, the country was finished by 78. And, of course, that didn't happen.
The problem is, again, that the balloon may not go up.
It may turn out to be just one long, slow, endless deterioration.
Remember the old story about the frog who's being slowly boiled in a pot of water, but it's so slow that he doesn't even feel himself dying.
This may turn out to be the situation.
It could well be that there is no one single cataclysmic event that suddenly...
Alters the whole situation, you know, no big game-changing crisis, no economic collapse, so forth and so on.
For instance, Bernanke at the Federal Reserve is printing more money now, and he calls it quantitative easing.
He's doing it so slowly that the inflation is creeping up now.
I mean, if you go into a grocery store, you can see how the price of food is soaring, but it's not so fast as to cause a genuine actual economic collapse.
This is another problem, another situation we may face.
It could well be that the system, rather than suddenly sinking out of sight, may just sort of slowly settle to the bottom in the ooze, because instead of this one cataclysmic event, we have just a long, slow decline, and that, in a sense, could be even more fatal for what's left of the white race and what's left of white civilization than if there was a big cataclysm of some kind.
Well, I agree with that.
The biggest fear is that it will be so slow and so creeping that people won't notice.
And in fact, if there was one more generation of this kind of debauchery and degeneration that we're going through, I mean, I could really see us sliding into the slime without a fight.
But, you know, it can't happen because you can't maintain a civilization when people are that debauched because nobody goes to work.
If everybody's, like, stoned out of their gourd, you know, like having group sex, there's no time to go down to the factory and make all the widgets.
Well, this is essentially what's been happening for the past 30 years in this country.
The number of producers has dwindled, and the number of parasites, the number of people living off the system, has increased to the point where it's about to tip over.
And, you know, it may happen in the next couple of years, especially if Obama is re-elected and we get four more years of this crap.
The cataclysmic event may occur, but then again, it might not.
Mostly just an excuse, because there's plenty of stuff to do right now.
I don't know what everybody else does for a living, but if you try working in a factory or working in a place where people actually do something, they're all pissed off and angry.
I mean, they've still got their boats and they've still got all their toys that we like to make fun of.
I guess that's a side issue, but I'm really goddamn sick and tired of people.
Making fun of working class white people just because they're not all running around in SA uniforms making fools of themselves.
Those are our people and those are the kind of people that we're always yakking about.
But obviously nobody's hanging around with them because I'm telling you, they're plenty pissed off.
They agree with us.
They try to manage their kids and they're not debauched.
All they need is the information so that if and when things really get bad enough to where they're willing to revolt, they have an idea of what to do and they also know why it happened.
You know, the problem is I'll be in a group of guys and they'll be complaining bitterly about some current event, some debauched craziness, but their ideas of what causes it are right from the mainstream media.
And I'm just looking at them like, good hell, they don't really believe that, do they?
I mean, they're turning to the very people that are causing all these problems and they think that they're our best ally and all that crazy stuff.
So it's important to try to wake our co-workers up to the fact that they're being sold a bill of goods.
That's our job.
Our job isn't to get a gun and go out and liberate the country.
Our job is to educate the people that are going to go out and liberate our country.
Well, there are millions and millions and millions of people out there.
Ordinary white working people, affluent middle class people, all kinds of white people who would agree absolutely with everything we're saying, who would support us to the max, who would become active, who would do exactly what we need for them to do if only they knew that we were here.
Like all movement groups, the Northwest Front right now is trapped in this little bubble.
It's like we're in a goldfish bowl.
You ever seen these pictures and cartoons of whatnot, like just one little bowl of water and the goldfish inside?
Of course, if you've ever had an aquarium, you know that's not really what an aquarium is like, but it's like we're the one fish in that little bowl, and we're looking on the outside, and it's just like there's a wall between us and the white community as a whole, and we just can't get through to them.
And it's not even because our message is bad or our message is wrong.
We've got some good propaganda right now.
The Northwest Front's got everything from bumper stickers to patches.
We've got a monthly publication.
We've got a good-looking website.
We've got Radio Free Northwest.
We've got the beginnings, at least, of a propaganda machine that could convince white people to support us, but they don't know we're here.
And now, as a prelude to this week's Brandenburg Lecture, here's a wee bit of armed insurrection from the old sod for yous.
I don't see any merit in discussing individuals as targets.
Suffice it to say that the people who legislate for the terror in Ireland know well that they all remain targets.
And I'm sure that Mrs. Thatcher, when she goes down upon her knees with a mirror checking underneath her car every morning, remembers the terror she inflicted on Ireland.
As down at Glen one, Eastern one, through the city's fair road eye.
There are the lines of marching men in squadrons past the height.
No pipes did hum, no battle drum, it's sound is now tattooed.
But the angel's bell or the lift eastbound, flying out in the foggy youth.
Right proudly, high in the London town, they clung out the flag of war.
All was better to die in the Irish side, than a silver suit of war.
And from the plains of royal meat, from them came her in the room.
While the sand, yes, on with their long range, sailed in through the foggy youth.
Was England, been our wild east, as small nations might be free.
But their lonely graves are by so glass graves, for the fringe of the great sea.
Oh, had they died by fiercest side.
Or had fought with Galbraith Their names we'd keep were the Fenians In the shroud of the foggy dew I'd walk through the glen my road again And my heart would reap a storm For I are dead men with a valiant
plan Whom I never shall see more But to and fro in my dreams I go And I need and pray for you For slavery
fled, oh glorious death When you're bad in the foggy dew For slavery fled, oh glorious death Okay, all you FBI guys, Joint Terrorism Task Force droids, and Southern Poverty Law Center creeps out there, you need to cut your hands around your ears, lean over your computers, and listen real close, because it's time now for this week's Brandenburg Lecture.
Just to remind anyone who may have missed last week's podcast, the Brandenburg Lectures is what we're calling a series of commentaries on Radio Free Northwest, named after the landmark 1969 Supreme Court ruling in the case of Brandenburg v.
Ohio.
That ruling basically states that any discussion of, oh, what will we call it here, non-consensual regime change in Washington, D.C., is in fact constitutionally protected speech under the First Amendment.
What we mean is change, real change in America, real change in who runs this country, who and how and in whose interests it is run.
It is time, way past time, that we in the white nationalist movement faced up to some things that we all have known in the privacy of our own thoughts for a long time.
We all know perfectly well that there is only one way any permanent change will ever come to pass in America, but we're too paralyzed with fear even to speak of it out loud, never mind to implement it.
The first step is to break the taboo against speaking of these things.
We imposed that taboo on ourselves several generations ago when we became so paranoid and afraid of the secret police and the hidden microphones in the sugar bowl and the funny little man over in the corner with the funny little tape recorder beneath his shirt that we knuckled under and shut up.
We allowed the regime to take away from us the very core of our God-given right to think and to speak as we please.
That right to freedom of speech, freedom of thought, and freedom of conscience was for several centuries what made America unique.
Nowhere else in the world did such freedom exist.
Now that it's gone, this is no longer really America anymore.
It's just a big strip mall where most white people can no longer afford to buy anything.
As many of you know, I'm something of a Shakespeare aficionado.
I'd like to play you guys a quick clip from one of my favorite Shakespearean plays, Henry V. Namely,
the crown.
He bid you then resign your crown and kingdom, indirectly held from him, the native and true challenger.
Or else, what follows?
Bloody constraint.
For if you hide the crown, even in your hearts, there will he rake for it.
Therefore, in fierce tempest is he coming.
In thunder and in earthquake, like a joke.
But if requiring fail, he will compel.
This is the kind of language that we should be addressing to our ruling class in this country.
Instead, we've spent the past two generations trembling in terror, afraid to raise our voices to the evil people who were abusing us and tyrannizing us, for fear that the big bad policeman might hurt us.
Nothing will ever go right in this country again until we find what is left of our testosterone and we deal with the people who rule us, not through begging and pleading for them to be nice, but with bloody constraint.
There has been too much of this crap for the past 150 years.
It's time that we brought back an old friend.
One who hasn't really been seen in the land since 1877 when the Ku Klux Klan ran the last of the Union occupation troops and the carpetbaggers out of the South.
It's time to reintroduce the gun into American politics, because we're living in a failed society, and nothing else will work.
In my Northwest novels, I speak of non-consensual regime change here in America, and I've gotten a lot of different reactions from readers.
But I've always found it fascinating that the one reaction I have never gotten, not once, is from anyone who seriously maintains that direct action isn't necessary and that somehow we can use the existing system to bring about change and to ensure the survival of our race and the survival in at least some form of something that you and I would recognize as America.
No one believes anymore that that's possible.
Oh, we have naysayers in plenty.
I get people telling me all the time that I'm crazy, that revolution is impossible in this country, Zog's too strong and all-powerful, and we shouldn't do it in the Northwest if we do, and that the whole idea of a white nation all to ourselves will never work, blah blah blah, so forth and so on.
Now the naysayers tell me at great length and in great detail why it can't be done.
None of them, not one, has ever told me that it shouldn't be done.
I suspect that even most of those old farts who go to Tea Party rallies begging Obama not to take their life savings and give it all to niggers and Mexicans know full well in their own hearts that they're not doing a damn bit of good.
They just go through the motions of democracy so that they can solve their consciences and convince themselves that they're not total lame dweebs.
And then when Obama or some of his thugs slap their mouths shut, they will sit on the ground weeping and wringing their hands while the Democrat maggots strip them bare, and they'll whine to each other, Well, we did all we could.
No, you didn't.
You did everything except the one thing that might have worked.
Most white Americans in what is left of the middle class know perfectly well that Obama and his Democrats regard them as financial livestock to be milked and sheared and eventually slaughtered.
They occasionally mutter about physical resistance and so-called Second Amendment solutions, but it's just talk, and everybody knows it, including the regime's secret police.
That's why you don't see massive FBI and Homeland Security raids against the Tea Party.
Because these agencies know that they're full of shit.
The Tea Party are no more capable of direct action than we are.
Just to be clear, moral and physical cowardice is not confined to the white nationalist movement.
Like every other aspect of our character problem, it's a white thing, affecting the entire Caucasian population of this continent who have been raised by Ronald McDonald and the television set.
This wee little movement of ours isn't very bright on the whole.
Like Colin Jordan said, we have a very big heart and a very small head.
But I will give us this.
Apparently, unlike the Tea Party, none of us are so stupid as to believe that it will ever be possible to vote our way out of this quagmire we're sinking into.
I repeat, in the past eight years, I have not received one serious response from anyone who maintains that the present system is salvageable.
I'm convinced that even the system's dogs like the bureaucrats and politicians and the secret police themselves know that they're backing a dying horse.
I think the people who take the system's direct deposit today are like buzzards.
They're just trying to strip off as much for themselves as they can from the dying carcass and keep the other buzzards from getting anything.
Alexis de Tocqueville wrote, A democracy cannot exist as a permanent form of government.
It can only exist until the voters discover that they can vote themselves money from the public treasury.
From that moment on, the majority always votes for the candidates promising the most benefits, with the result that a democracy always collapses and is always followed by a dictatorship.
The average age of the world's greatest civilizations has been 200 years.
Well, we're past our 200 years now, and we're certainly no longer great.
It's time for the dictatorship phase, but we need to make sure it's a white dictatorship.
To put things in the simplest terms, democracy has always been a battle between those who pay the taxes and those who eat the taxes.
Guess who's winning?
On top of that, throw in the racial issue and the Jewish question and a nigger president who seems to be nothing but a sock puppet for George Soros, and the result is we now have a society which can only be described as hellish.
There are a number of problems with democracy as practiced in the United States, the first one being that any idiot can vote, and many idiots do.
Sometimes they vote more than once, like in Chicago.
Ever since the foundation of this country, American democracy has been distinguished by one factor above all, a pervasive corruption and perversion of the ideals of the Founding Fathers, which has now sunk to what is so far the ultimate low in the form of Barack Hussein Obama and his hoe, and today's Democrat Party, followed very closely by today's Republican Party.
Obama has been so appalling that I think sometimes we forget that Juggiers and his little Jewish neoconservative friends were just as bad.
American democracy, as envisioned by the Founding Fathers, was based on the idea of a small electorate comprised of white men, at least somewhat well-educated, who had a personal stake in the effective governance of the country.
Not many people know that in the first draft of the Constitution, there was a property qualification.
This was an early attempt to prevent the establishment of a welfare state and make sure that those who exercise political rights and political power not only have the capability of doing so intelligently, but had some kind of stake in the country and wouldn't simply loot the public treasury.
The philosopher Lord Acton once wrote, He was talking about a king or a dictator, but the same thing can apply To an entire ruling elite.
That's what's happened in the United States.
Unfortunately, all such preventive measures broke down a long time ago.
This isn't the time or the place for a long digression on how things got the way they are.
The movement spends entirely too much time on that kind of useless hand-wringing in any case.
But the main thing we have to bear in mind about the current brand of democracy in America Is that it is completely non-responsive to anything except money and internal manipulation as part of some kind of intrigue or power play from within the bureaucracy or the power structure itself.
I've said this before, but it needs to be repeated until everybody gets it.
The primary purpose of democracy is to prevent change.
Democracy ensures that the same click of corrupt and wealthy individuals maintain perpetual power.
They do this through the smoke and mirrors of so-called elections that offer no genuine alternative.
It doesn't matter how often you shuffle the cards when the deck remains the same.
Walking into a booth and pulling a lever is a meaningless gesture if there's no one to pull the lever for on the ballot.
Genuine alternative candidates from either the left or the right aren't allowed anywhere near the ballot.
And even if they are able to sneak on the ballot somehow, on occasion, they are simply ignored by the media.
So they end up with 200 votes or something like that, because no one is ever allowed to know who they are or what they stand for.
That's another thing about democracy.
The playing field is never level.
The entire system is designed to keep insiders in and outsiders out.
Elections are like high-stakes poker games in luxury hotel rooms with a $10 million buy-in.
Occasional multi-billionaires like Ross Perot, Donald Trump, and Michael Bloomberg might purchase a seat at the table every now and then, but when they do, the professional card sharps take them for everything they've got.
Once the election is over, then the politicians don't even bother to pander anymore.
Their campaign promises are promptly thrown in the dumpster, and the rich men and women in the expensive suits proceed to do whatever the hell they want.
For the next few years until election time rolls around again, and then once more we go through the same ridiculous farce.
I won't bother to describe the kind of world that generation after generation of this kind of thing produces.
We're living in it.
We who live on the bottom of the heap in this society, the white people who do all the real work and who battle to keep things going in spite of all the crap, are completely and totally helpless to change anything that affects us.
The government, the courts, the regular police, the secret police, the political system, the economy, the media, none of these work for us.
They are all part of an entire system, the purpose of which is to keep white people down, keep us powerless, keep us voiceless.
When we lose our jobs, those of us who are white and over 40 can forget about ever working again.
And by the way, that goes for women as well as men.
Our votes are useless because there's never anybody to vote for who might actually help us, and even if there was, elected officials no longer actually have much power in this society.
No one listens to normal white people who can't write a six-figure campaign donation check.
Politicians don't listen.
Judges don't listen.
The media ignores us most of the time, and when they don't, they mock us and abuse us with Homer and Marge Simpson stereotypes.
Nobody does anything about them.
These people sit there in their plush offices and their congressional gym and their boardrooms and their weekend retreats in the Hamptons, and they do horrible, horrible things to the rest of us, terrible and tyrannical things that destroy our lives and families, and no one has the courage to make them stop.
That is why the gun has to be reintroduced into American politics, because it is the only way to make them stop doing what they're doing.
For three generations now, white America has cried out to the people who rule us in rage and horror and agony, Stop it!
Stop it!
Stop it!
Nothing has worked.
We have begged and pleaded.
We have petitioned for redress of grievances.
We have tried to use the justice system only to be chased out of court with curses and mocking laughter by the political gangsters in the black robes.
These people are doing horrible, wicked, evil things.
So why shouldn't we just kill them and make them stop?
Really, let's think about this.
Why shouldn't we just kill the people who are doing us harm?
Because they're the law?
Tyrants always are the law.
That's what makes them different from ordinary thugs.
If someone is shot dead, it doesn't really matter whether the man holding the gun and doing the shooting is wearing a badge or not.
The guy on the wrong end of the gun is equally dead.
Indeed, death is about the only truly equal institution left in this society.
Until, of course, the wealthy Jews and liberals and televangelists really do find a way to take it with them.
It's not our law anymore.
All the law of the United States is these days is a whole library full of words saying to the white man, you lose.
The purpose of the law is to keep them rich and powerful and to keep us living in wretched misery as 21st century wage slaves, those of us who are lucky enough even to have a wage anymore.
Why shouldn't we simply kill them?
Because they have rights?
No, they don't.
When someone makes a deliberate decision to do evil in this world and make their living by doing harm to others, then they're no longer innocent bystanders.
They have chosen to play the great game of life, wherein the possibility always exists that what goes around might someday come around.
In order to obtain the rewards they seek, they choose to risk consequences, and if those consequences are unpleasant, Then they should have thought of that before they embraced a life of narcissism and greed and crapulence.
Oh, look, I understand that there are problems and risks involved in killing the people who were doing us harm under the color of law and government.
They are, after all, protected by an army of heavily armed goons who are paid generous salaries to make sure that our lords and masters can enjoy the fruits of their corruption in peace.
But that's a practical problem that can be resolved with a little thought, planning, and a lot of courage.
Frankly, people, if we're going to make that decision, we better make it quick, sooner rather than later, because these assholes who rule us are making an awful mess, and we're not going to be able to start cleaning it up until they're gone.
Thank you.
Someone's going to get hurt before you're through.
Someone's going to pay for the things you do.
You're going to find when it's too late, a heart just won't break just to satisfy you.
Just to satisfy you.
How many hearts must break?
How many will it take to satisfy you?
Just to satisfy you.
Just to satisfy you.
Oh, to satisfy you.
To satisfy you.
Someone's gonna get hurt before you're ruined Someone to pay for the things you do You're gonna find when it's too late A heart that just won't break To satisfy you Just to satisfy you
Just to satisfy you
Oh.
you you I'm going to close this week with a topic that I've gone over before, but it's one of those things that I need to get back to every now and then.
I'll try not to turn it into a long Grandpa Simpson ramble.
Now, I got a complaint this week from one of our associates about the lack of quote-unquote action in the Northwest Front.
This is a common issue in every movement group, and it's become more so in the past few years since physical activity in the entire movement has virtually ceased and been replaced by the Internet.
It comes up most often in people who have been involved for a while, usually about a year, and it's not totally without cause or merit.
I've already mentioned once in this podcast that we're making progress, but it's as slow as molasses in wintertime, and that can get very, very frustrating, especially among 21st century Americans who are accustomed to demanding the immediate gratification of every desire and who aren't used to having to wait for anything.
They get tired of seeing no immediate results from the Northwest.
They get tired of seeing the same old faces at irregular meetings.
They get tired when fearless leader, in this case me, just can't seem to get it together on the whole Storming the Bastille gig.
There's no fighting on the barricades, there's no stirring speeches, there's no nightly coverage on CNN, and there's no adrenaline rush.
As with so many of the complaints and objections and naysays, I get it.
Really, I do.
Like I said, it's a common occurrence.
I've seen it a hundred times before.
More often than not, these people wander away in search of other entertainment, and that's tragic.
Many of them could have been of use if we could have produced some kind of quote-unquote action for them.
After they wander away, a few of these people do, in fact, find the action they're looking for, and they end up in prison.
On the flip side, those who can weather this case of the yips and get past this need for action and stick with a group are pretty valuable people.
Now, when I look at a comrade, the one thing I value most in him is not so much intelligence or personal courage or knowledge of the Jewish question or financial support.
I look at track record, time in grade, the ability to stay the course, to stick with it and not go wandering away after a year or 18 months in search of something more exciting and entertaining.
Those are the ones who will eventually win this for us, and we will win one day.
Count on it.
One of the reasons that many movement grouplets keep going back to the bad old days, keep falling back into the same old failed tactics, is the constant need to provide quote-unquote action for a small circle of people, keep those short American attention spans occupied, and keep them from getting bored and wandering away.
Groups like, notably the NSM, create action by getting three or four guys together and sneaking around putting some leaflets under windshields in a shopping mall and trying to get 30 seconds of coverage on the local 6 o 'clock news.
Being a media-fueled society, appearing on television helps convince us that we're real and that we matter.
The fact that we've been doing this kind of thing for 50 years and we have affected not one iota of actual change always seems to escape our notice.
Another desperate resort to create a sense of quote-unquote action and keep people from wandering away that some groups fall into is to try and get them to go and stand on a street corner with a few signs, get their pictures taken and their IDs noted by the police, and of course also get on the 6 o 'clock news.
More often than not, some of these people get more action than they bargained for when they find themselves on the list of the usual suspects.
Remember, outfits like the Joint Terrorism Task Force are allocated a budget, and they have to spend that budget and convince their masters in Washington that it's been spent productively, or else they won't get any more money in the next fiscal year.
This means that they have to do a lot of busy work.
They have to build up all kinds of files on people, including people who aren't breaking any laws and whose sole crime is to demonstrate that their minds are not fully under control.
But of course, to this regime, a white man whose mind is not completely under control is indeed a dangerous individual.
A good example would be those guys in Idaho who picketed a Mexican taco stand of all things last winter just in time to get swept up in the bionic backpack hysteria out of Spokane and get visits from the police and the Joint Terrorism Task Force.
Because with their picket, they landed themselves right smack dab on the list of the usual suspects.
From now on, anything that happens in Spokane or North Idaho that even mildly smacks of dissident thought or activity, guess whose driveways the black SUVs with the LED lights are going to roll up into?
Guys, I get it.
You want to see some results.
I know this probably sounds just rhetorical to you, but there is no one who is more frustrated and enraged with the slow pace of our progress than I am.
Why do you think I'm on here every week yelling at you people to get a move on?
Let me take another run at explaining this.
We are having to do things to build a basic infrastructure here in the Northwest that should have been done 50 years ago, but which wasn't done.
Part of that is because we wasted our time on so many dead-end groups, dead-end ideas, and dead-end people for the past 50 years.
And yes, I include myself in that.
I admit it's partly my fault as well.
I knew for sure after Ruby Ridge what I had suspected long before, that the Northwest was the way to go, and I wasted another eight years.
But right now, crying over spilled milk is a luxury we can't afford.
The situation is what it is.
It is frustrating beyond all measure.
I want to bang my head against the wall in rage sometimes when moving so slow.
I say again, nobody wants action more than I do.
But we're out of time now.
No more do-overs.
No more practice swings.
It's showtime, and this time we have to do it right.
We have to start from a baseline of some kind that includes certain fundamental requirements in manpower, money, and resources, and those don't exist yet.
Barring a sudden massive influx of cash, There is simply not much that we can do beyond what we're doing now.
Now, I'm doing everything I can.
For example, in a month or two, I'll be getting you that new white book where everything is spelled out for you.
So when someone complains about a lack of action, I can toss them a white book and say, fine, there's your action.
A through Z, everything laid out for you.
You can have all the action you want in the Northwest Front.
The problem is, you have to provide it yourself.
That's what I'm working on now.
Unless somebody has a million-dollar donation check in their pocket, or the deed to a two-story office and apartment building that they're about to donate as general headquarters, that's all I can do.
Sometimes people ask me why I'm so obsessed with our movements past, with the mistakes we made and with the dead-end leaders and the people we followed for almost half a century.
I tell them that right now, here in the Northwest, in the year 2011, We are having to start from scratch.
And that fact is the worst indictment possible of the white nationalist movement.
Worse than anything anybody could write up in some internet report.
Because res ipsiloquit, as the lawyers say, the thing speaks for itself as to the monumental cock-up that everybody who went before made of things, including myself.
I'm going to do everything I possibly can with the people and the resources I have at my disposal.
If you want to help, give me more people and resources.
There is never any guarantee of success.
All I can guarantee is that the help you give will not be squandered like it was before, and that I am not like all those others.
Right now, the Northwest is all there is, and the Northwest Front is all the white race has got.
Let's hope and pray to God it's enough.
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, Sarsha on the bond.
Freedom.
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