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Oct. 27, 2011 - Radio Free Nortwest - H.A. Covington
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Oh, then tell me, Sean O 'Carroll, 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, a rifle known to you and me
A token whistle of the marching tune For your bike upon your shoulder By the rising of the moon By the rising of the moon By the rising of the moon With your bike upon your shoulder By the rising of the moon Out from many a mud-walled cabin eyes Were watching through the night Many a manly chest was throbbing For the blessed warming light Warmers passed along the valleys
Like the man she's lonely through And a thousand flames were flashing at the right Greetings from the Northwest Homeland, comrades.
It's October the 27th, 2011.
I'm Harold Covington, and this is Radio Free Northwest.
Radio Free Northwest Okay, first off, this week we have had a classic textbook lesson in the realities of revolution from Libya.
Where, after almost eight months of combat, Muammar Gaddafi was finally run to earth by the rebels, shot through the head, mounted on the hood of a truck like a deer, and driven through the streets of a number of Libyan towns and cities.
Gaddafi's corpse was then displayed to the people of Libya in a coal storage unit for several days, before he was buried in an unmarked grave.
Apparently, Gaddafi was also sodomized before he was killed, according to a rather incoherent video that was shot on a cell phone by one of the rebels who caught him, kind of like the Saddam hanging.
Don't worry, I'm not going to play Cheech and Chong's Buggery on the High Seas again, because believe it or not, I do understand that it wouldn't be appropriate.
I checked, but apparently Cheech and Chong never did a routine called Buggery on the Burning Sands.
This is how it's done, people.
Muammar Gaddafi ruled Libya for 42 years, and nothing short of bona fide revolution was able to dislodge him.
In this country, we have a tendency to be fooled by the fact that the power structure changes figureheads every four eight years, which disguises the fact that the same oligarchy of liberals and Jews and wealthy capitalists remain in power, with a grip on America just as strong and ruthless as any Gaddafi ever had on Libya.
Liberal democracy has ruled the United States for almost a hundred years, and nothing short of revolution will dislodge it here.
And you know, white people can do these things too.
Remember what happened to the Ceausescu's in Romania in 1989?
I'm sure we all have a list in our minds of which politicians and government functionaries, mostly Democrats, whom we would like to see shot through the head and tied to the hood of a pickup truck and driven down Main Street to display their corpses to the people.
Although I suppose we better not mention any names unless some idiot U.S. attorney who wants to kiss some power ass tries to claim that we're threatening somebody.
Check out the videos on YouTube and elsewhere on the internet.
Close your eyes and in your mind, replace Gaddafi's dazed and buttfucked ass with your own favorite politician, attorney, judge, or celebrity.
I'd suggest that some of you who are really good with Photoshop or animation try and take those videos and do a substitution.
Replacing Gaddafi in the film with, well, somebody else.
Kind of as a visual aid so that we could all really wrap our minds around the possibilities of non-consensual regime change.
But I think the empowered and privileged elite in this country are sufficiently jumpy and scared, so they'd find some excuse to arrest and prosecute any video artist who got quite that creative.
The End
The End I got an email recently from a comrade who wrote, I hate to be pessimistic, but I personally don't believe that this kite-controlled government will permit any area of the country to become white again one way or the other.
Signed, Edward.
Well, Edward, this is a fairly standard naysay we run into a lot.
The objection to the Northwest independence in a nation of our own is that Zog will not, quote-unquote, permit it.
The implication, which all too many of us buy into, is that the Judeo-liberal system is all-powerful, it sees all, knows all, can do all with a single lift of its putrid finger, and that accordingly we are restricted in our efforts to do whatever the established power structure will, in its gracious condescension, permit us to do.
First off, I can't recall a single successful revolutionary movement in the past hundred years that asked permission of the established order whether it wished to be overthrown or not.
Can you?
This is a serious response.
It has to do with our mindset.
We must get out of this idea that we can do only what we are allowed to do by an all-powerful Jewish system.
We are Aryan men, and we can do whatever the hell we want.
If we decide that we are going to establish our own country for white people in the Pacific Northwest, then by God, that's what we're going to do, and we will not be asking any kikes permission to do so.
Of course we will never get permission from the Jews to take away their power.
What people who bring up this naysay are really telling us is that it's all hopeless, the white race is doomed, there's no point in struggling against the inevitable, we all need to give up as these people have given up, accept our own deaths with dignity, and meanwhile get back to the comfort zone, i.e.
go back to posting crap on internet groups that no one reads and mailing each other depressing news clippings.
This is a second thing you need to bear in mind about naysayers.
They have no alternative plan because there isn't any.
Their alternative plans, if any, stripped down, involve vague references to educating white people to the problem, in other words, endless words instead of deeds.
They want us to continue to do the same thing that we have been doing for the past 50 years, which amounts to a bunch of sad old men mailing news clippings to one another.
Anything else might make Zog mad and get them into trouble.
Someone might actually come knocking on their door, which to most alleged white nationalists is the ultimate horror.
All this talk about people actually moving to the Northwest must be silenced before the man comes knocking on their door and all of a sudden it's no longer a computer game.
Third, Zog is not all-powerful and omnipotent.
Even the Jews are no longer what they used to be back in the 1930s, 40s, and 50s.
Their control is not absolute.
Look at some of those Jew jokes on The Simpsons in South Park.
Okay, hardly a holocaust, but I can tell you that as recently as 20 years ago, some of the things we occasionally see on TV would never have seen the light of day, and their authors would have disappeared.
Things are being said and written and published in mainstream media now that would have been unthinkable up until very recently.
The endless, pointless wars and the Obama Depression have broken the control mechanisms, and people are thinking forbidden thoughts and saying forbidden things.
Jewish control is slipping and one day will fall.
It always does.
Historically, the Jews always overreached themselves.
We are dealing with a corrupt bureaucracy, incompetent, dazed, quavering with senility, sick inside, and divided against itself.
Don't believe me?
Look at the complete cock-up, which is Zog's war against Iraq.
It was supposed to be over by now, according to Neocon projections in March of 2003, and the red, white, and blue was supposed to be gallantly streaming over Tehran and Damascus by now as we prepared for the final seizure of the Saudi oil fields to make the world safe for Israel.
Instead, it has degenerated into the greatest American military disaster since Vietnam and may yet surpass Vietnam.
The United States government can't even whoop a small nation of 26 million ragheads.
They're such stumble-bums in military incompetence.
Any regime that can make a cock-up of this monumental proportion is not omnipotent, all-seeing, and all-powerful.
Zog is not firmly in control.
It is asleep at the switch.
And always remember the most important lesson of Iraq.
The United States can be militarily defeated by people who have the courage of their convictions and are willing to put something on the table.
The United States is getting its ass whooped right now by barefoot brown men with an AK-47 and a few magazines and a few homemade fertilizer bombs.
The mighty marines and strikers and green berets and high-tech toys of death can be beaten by men of any race armed with plain, simple physical courage.
The Iraqis are willing to die for their freedom, and the Americans are mercenaries who are not willing to die to take it away from them.
So it would be here.
Harold's novels are just that, fiction.
But yes, we could beat the bastards as well if we ever discovered any remaining hair on our ass.
The examples of United States' incompetence, corruption, sloth, and stupidity are so numerous I can't get into them here.
But for our purposes, let me point out that something similar to what we hope to achieve in the Northwest has already been achieved in Eastern Europe and the Soviet Union during the 1980s and 1990s when the once mighty Jewish Soviet Empire collapsed.
As W.B. Yeats once wrote, things fall apart, the center cannot hold.
Lithuania, Estonia, Poland, the Ukraine.
These are now no longer communist, and in some of these countries, people of our way of thinking have more freedom of speech and thought than we do in the rest of the world.
Soviet Russia went down and broke up.
A similar situation will arise here, and the United States will break up.
It is a historic inevitability.
We have to be ready and waiting for that event to make sure that the white man gets a piece of hip hop.
We have to be ready and waiting for that event to make sure that the white man gets a piece of hip hop.
Now, the date of this podcast is October 27th, which is as close as we're going to get to Halloween, and so I'm going to continue a kind of tradition or practice I started last year during our last October podcast.
and presenting a series of spooky music breaks.
Now some of these songs I will have played before on Radio Free Northwest and some not.
I had to really think about my selection for this show because down through the years I've accumulated a lot of miscellaneous files in my music collection that are possibles for a Halloween show.
But some of them aren't really ghostly.
Like one song I found from back in the 60s that I used to hear on the radio when I was young before a lot of protests from parents and the Legion of Decency and so forth had it banned from the airwaves.
I know, it seems hard for people today to believe, but yes, there really was a time when parents and other people would, in fact, get all upset and protest over nasty rotten porno and garbage being played on the radio or shown on TV where kids could see and hear it.
The one I'm referring to was a song called DOA about a guy lying on the road dying from a drunken auto wreck, kind of like those bloody films you used to watch in Driver's Ed.
I found DOA on the net and downloaded it, but after listening to it again, I found that it lost a good deal in translation after 43 years.
It's not really scary or ghostly, it's just gross and depressing now, so I'm not going to play that one.
Same thing for a song called Swamp Witch from the early 70s.
When I played it again after all those years, it just sounded silly.
And no, I'm not going to play Monster Mash.
I figure I should start by going back a ways to the time when murder and ghostly ballads were the national inquirer of the day, and people's fascination with crime, death, and the supernatural was satisfied by wandering minstrels and troubadours.
Some of those old songs have got it all.
Murder, suicide, ghosts, sexual perversion, torture, witches, and goblins.
I really wish I could find a good version of a ghastly old Scots ballad called Red Rory.
It's a truly horrible thing where a lord or a chieftain called Red Rory is convinced by a demon raven whispering in his ear that his young wife has been unfaithful to him with a minstrel.
And so he does them both in, in very cruel and horrible ways.
And then the wife's kinfolk show up and do Red Rory in by walling him up in one of the castle dungeons.
But I can't find it, and even if I could, it's way too long for this program, which is a problem with a lot of medieval ballads.
It's about 50 verses, at least.
So, I decided on this one.
A very old ballad called Little Margaret, which was mentioned by some chronicler whose name I can't remember because I read this years ago, but he lived in the 11th century.
And so this song, in one form or another, is almost a thousand years old.
Anyway, this one's got it all.
Incest, suicide, a ghost, and necrophilia.
Now this is one of those old ballads that really makes you wonder just what factual basis there was at the bottom of it and what really happened.
This is Walter Forbes.
Music Little Margaret is sitting in her high-haul chair, combing her long yellow hair.
When she saw sweet William and his newlywed bride coming down the road so near, she threw down her ivory comb, threw back her long yellow hair.
Saying I'll just go and bid him farewell evermore to go there.
It was all lately in the night when they were fast asleep.
Little Margaret appeared all dressed in white, standing at her bed feet.
How do you like your snow white though?
How do you like your sheet?
And how do you like the pretty little damsel lying in your uplands of sea?
Quite well, I like my snow white though.
Well, I like my sheet.
Much better I like the pretty little maiden standing at my bed feet.
Music Then he called for his serving men to go, saddle up his dapperon.
And he rode straight away to his father's house, knocked on the door alone.
Is little Margaret in her room, or is she in the hall?
Little Margaret's a lion in her cold dark coffin, her face turned to the wall.
Unwind and wind those snow-white robes, be they ever so fine.
I must kiss those cold, cold lips.
I know they'll never kiss mine.
Once he kissed that lily-white man Twice he kissed that cheek Three times he kissed those cocoa lips Then he fell in her autumn's asleep Three times he kissed those cocoa lips Then he fell in her autumn's asleep Now,
some of you are aware I do have a couple of assistants who come in on their days off, basically, and help out around our little office here.
I seldom get both of them here at the same time.
One is Sally, of course, and the other is Wallace.
They're both here today, so we just figured we'd sit around the mic bullshitting and see what happens.
Something came up in part of our discussion earlier.
About emo boys.
So what exactly is an emo boy anyway?
I have no idea.
Well, Sally, you did a pretty good job of summarizing this before, and I could give you a specific example from my hometown.
Okay.
Honestly, I'm not exactly sure what they are either.
It's kind of, you know it when you see it.
I think they're all kind of high school age.
They're kind of skinny and faggoty and they have hair hanging in their faces and I think the guys wear makeup.
White kids, of course.
White kids, yeah.
Kind of like Beavis and Butthead without the steroids, you know.
I don't think Beavis and Butthead have steroids.
Comparatively speaking, from what I saw on that...
Yeah, of course.
Maybe Beavis and Butthead, if they had the intellectual capability to formulate a suicidal thought...
Very effeminate-looking young white males who, usually from some middle-class family, and they were denied a Game Boy or something, so the world is coming to an end and everything is all bleak and despairing and their life is so terrible, all this, that, and the other thing.
No one understands them.
And that's another thing, too.
Why would anyone want to understand them?
I understand them.
They're a bunch of geeks and useless dweebs.
What's to understand?
I mean, no, really, seriously, what's to understand?
They're a bunch of useless weaklings who are never going to give anything to the world, and they've started early not giving anything to the world.
I think it's kind of what our youth are going to turn into if we don't get this thing going.
Well, can you imagine this trend continues, and all of a sudden you've got 60- and 65-year-old emo boys.
I mean, what are they going to be like?
Yeah, I guess there's going to be some 80-year-old man in a nursing home with, like, black eyeliner and, you know, some vinyl pants with his adult diapers on under them, and he'll be going, life is pain.
But he'll be right then.
Well, yeah, in that case, probably a little bit more reason for it.
I think it ties in with the lack of identity that a lot of white people feel, and that is unfortunate, because they usually do one of two things.
they'll either turn into wiggers, talk and act like niggers with their underwear pulled out of their pants and stupid sideways hats and all that, or they'll go the other direction.
They'll decide that, I guess, for whatever reason that's not for them, and they'll just And the messed up thing is, there's a lot of young white females who will be attracted to these types of guys.
They'll feel for them, and their heart will just melt when they hear their sob story, and I'm telling you, it really does happen.
You do see it that there's young white women that if they don't become race traitors, they are attracted to these effeminate weaklings.
He's so deep and sensitive.
Oh, of course, yeah.
That's got to be one reason why.
It seems to be part of the general feminizing and denaturing of the white male.
When was the last time you saw a movie or a TV show that had a strong white male hero?
Now, there are a few that I've seen, but they always have the nigger sidekick, their boss is a power woman type, and that sort of stuff.
You still have a few traditional strong white male characters in TV and cop shows and that sort of stuff, but they're never standalone.
And there's the general process of weakening and feminizing the white male into these emo creatures.
I haven't seen the film, so I don't know too much about it.
Maybe one of you two can clarify, but I know that Twilight film and things like that.
Like we've seen that.
I haven't seen it.
I did, actually.
Was the main guy in that an emo?
No, no.
Well, considering the fact that he's strong enough to stop a speeding truck and he tears people apart with his bare hands, no, I don't think you could quite call him an emo, but yes, he's very aesthetic and sensitive.
I read a review of that, Moody Teenager Meets Moody Vampire.
Last May, some of our comrades and I took a road trip up onto the Olympic Peninsula.
So we could look at the rainforest and so forth and so on.
And we went through Forks, which is this little town up there where this is supposed to take place.
And we stopped at a restaurant and we looked at the guest book.
And I think every teeny bopper west of the Mississippi had come in there and written all this Team Edward and Team Jacob shit.
And that was the big thing with the last movie, whether Bella, the girl, is going to choose the Indian werewolf or the faggoty-looking vampire.
And yes, I am going to spoil it.
She chooses the faggoty.
You ruined the movie for me.
I was going to watch it.
I'm going to have to slit my wrists now.
Well, don't worry.
Life is pain.
There's two more.
Apparently, there's going to be a series of five movies.
This is as bad as Harry Potter.
The big thing, of course, eventually is whether Bella is going to turn into a vampire.
And this, of course, has nothing at all to do with the racial situation.
Okay, let's see if we can talk about something racial here.
We should have written a bunch of Northwest Front stuff in that notebook or whatever.
Well, I think one of us was passing out business cards.
Okay, so we've exhausted the topic of emo boys.
College.
Both of you guys went to university, and I never did.
My father threw me out of the house, and I went into the Army at age 17, which probably in many ways was the best thing he could have done for me, but you guys went to college.
When I was in college, I was married with a kid.
I wasn't really a typical student.
I didn't join anything.
I went to class and then went home to be with the kid, and then my husband went to his job.
Okay.
I didn't have a wife or children, but I guess I wasn't really a typical student either because I'd go to class and when I wasn't working, I'd be going back to my dorm to read white nationalists and racial books, which I'm pretty sure most of the other students don't do.
Go on.
Neither of us were typical students and look where we are now.
Yeah, and I'll tell you what, folks, if you're worried about our future, send some white students to a liberal university.
If they're not white nationalists before they get in, if they're even somewhat middle of the road, they might be.
Yeah, I understand it's really bad in class right now.
Someone once said that the last refuge of Marxism in the world was Cuba, North Korea, and the American University campus.
Now, when I was in college, I was not a white nationalist, and I think that was what allowed me to succeed in college.
Otherwise, I would have run screaming from the school.
You're required to take several courses on diversity studies and racial matters and women's studies.
I took women's studies and learned about all kinds of...
Did you learn how to be a woman?
No, I had already learned that somewhere else, I guess.
I learned basically that men have been screwing us over for centuries.
Well, of course they have.
That's how babies are born.
Yeah, there is plenty of that.
I'll tell you what, this is one topic that really gets me wound up after being in it for four years.
They just blatantly push the same agenda constantly, and most of the students just blindly follow it.
I like to describe the university as a type of idealistic twilight zone where all these kooks and cranks and commies and queers of all kinds just get together.
They universally decide how they think the world should be, and they all just unanimously agree that that's how it is, because the truth and reality and racial differences and realities are just much too inconvenient for us, and we're better than that.
And we can live above it.
And now they're all out occupying Wall Street.
Oh, of course, yeah.
I was looking at the news here when we were trying to figure out what we wanted to put on the show for this week, and I was going over Drudge Report, and some guy was complaining he was from Occupy Toronto.
And he was claiming that a pervert kept sneaking into his tent at night and smelling his girlfriend's feet.
Married a bunch of winners, they got that.
This is revolution?
Yeah, there we go.
That rumbling sound you hear is the ghost of Vladimir Lenin rolling over in his tomb.
This is probably apropos of absolutely nothing.
It's one of my old Grandpa Simpson stories.
Like the time I cut the ferry over to Shelbyville, I needed a new heel for my shoe.
So...
I decided to go to Morganville, which is what they call Shelbyville in those days.
So I tied an onion to my belt, which was the style at the time.
I know you guys are too young to remember the weathermen, the guys that were planting all the bombs and everything in the 60s and 70s.
Heard about them.
Yeah, right.
Blew themselves up in the townhouse in Greenwich Village.
Anyway.
In the summer of 1970 or 71, whichever it was, they were talking some pretty serious revolutionary rap and somehow or other they got the actual Cuban government of Fidel Castro interested in the possibility of maybe starting an actual revolution in the United States.
And Castro sent a couple of Cuban army officers into Canada and they crossed the border and they went to a safe house that the weathermen had near Port Huron, Michigan to look over the weathermen and see if there was anything there that was worth the Castro government supporting by way of an actual...
And after about 24 hours, they just left, and they read these commie, pinko, hippie-dippie, spoiled brats, the riot act.
He says, look, you know, this is ridiculous.
Revolutionaries are soldiers.
You're not soldiers.
You're a bunch of pot-smoking degenerates.
Your women walk around with their tops off and talking about all this feminist crap, and you're all stoned on LSD and marijuana all the time.
You've got dishes piled up in the sink, and your barracks are filthy.
You don't post sentries.
You don't even have any weapons in the house.
You have this idea that you're going to stage a revolution without hurting anybody.
Basically, what the hell is wrong with you people?
Get away!
Get away!
Fidel doesn't want anything to do with you, and they got the hell out of there.
And this is what we get with Occupy Wall Street people.
Basically a bunch of spoiled middle class kids whining because they didn't get an iPod or something for Christmas.
They say it's about economic injustice and they're demanding free college and free this and free that.
And basically they're demanding that society take care of them from cradle to grave.
And okay, as I pointed out last week, there are certain provisions like that in the Northwest Constitution.
In an all-white society, Where everyone is functioning and everyone is given a job, not welfare, and everyone is contributing, then certain provisions like that, such as free education and free medical care, are possible.
Not even so much because it's a benefit or a right so much, although I believe our Constitution does call it a right, but it's because something like that is an investment.
If you've got a productive population, it is only smart to make sure that they're healthy and they're well-educated and they're well-trained.
But to think of things like medical care and college education, the degree in basket weaving or the psychology of caterpillars or whatever, just to think of that as some kind of divine right is ridiculous.
You guys have been talking about your college, and I've known some other people who went through college recently, and it doesn't seem to me that the university system is producing anything worthwhile, any kind of people that are going to help us get out of this mess.
Where are the engineers?
Where are the scientists, the biochemists?
Where are the doctors?
We're actually having to import doctors and nurses from the third world now because there's not enough being turned out by American universities.
And by the way, when Obamacare comes in and everybody gets assigned a doctor, your family doctor's going to have about 600 patients that he has to see because there's just not that many doctors anymore.
So our so-called higher education system isn't educating anybody.
And a lot of it is very superfluous stuff as well.
It's not really things that you need.
It's all for them to push their own ridiculous agendas with these so-called liberal arts.
They're called liberal arts for a reason.
And that's just what they want to ingrain.
And a lot of these students, they're perfectly happy in their little idealistic twilight zone of bliss where they could just get along with everything.
I mean, most of them have no grasp on the realities of the world.
It really is ridiculous.
I have professors always trying to say how Oh, these Rush Limbaugh conservative types, they just permeate everywhere, and they're all over the place, and oh my.
And when I mention the fact that in the most recent election, the media just treated Obama like the golden calf, like the second coming of Christ, he said, you really think the media supported Obama in the last election?
I said, well, yeah, that's how he won.
He's like, oh, no way, no way, man, I have books for you to read that would prove otherwise.
And that's what they try to do.
They always have this evidence that disproves truth.
There's always some book that some really smart, qualified jackass wrote that just counters common sense.
And you should listen to them.
Then your own instincts or your own brain or common sense, anything like that.
I'm serious.
That's how a lot of these people really do operate.
They make a living off of it.
I'm the same way.
Rather than sit here and babble too long, I tend to give people books and say, okay, here, you need to know this.
I actually lent Wallace a copy of a book by a man named Otto Friedrich called Before the Deluge.
It's about Weimar, Germany, before the...
Actually, Berlin, specifically, in the 1920s.
It was a good book, though.
I definitely do appreciate it.
Kind of an eye-opener.
Some of the significant characters in the 1920s Berlin would probably be right at home at modern-day American universities because that's just how a lot of these people are.
You know, it's all about satisfying our base instincts, all about what we want.
It's all about us.
If the laws of nature or natural law or common sense are inconvenient, we can just ignore it.
Live above it, because we say that we're better than it, and that's just the way it's going to be forever and ever, and they'll just be all one.
Tell it all, brother!
Tell it all!
Yeah, really.
Yeah, this guy's good.
I don't think you need me.
Sorry, Sally, I'm not trying to.
No, you see what I mean about that monologue that we all have in our heads?
It just builds up, and you want to rant and rave.
And here's a little ghostly bluegrass for you.
Music.
Well, Eli Renfro killed his wife with a long, sharp booing knife.
He packed her up and he put her in the ground.
Death by hanging must have been his fate.
Had old Eli filled with hate, he put a curse on the entire town.
Can't you hear, can't you hear, when the moon is bright and clear from time to time?
It's old Eli Dragon chant and morning people's names.
I just hope and pray he never thinks of mine I was walking the high road late last night The stars were out and the moon were bright The wind was all you could hear
for half a mile That open sound came through the trees Chilled my blood and shook my knees That kind of thing could make a man run wild Oh, oh, oh, oh.
Can't you hear?
Can't you hear?
When the moon is bright and clear from time to time It's old Eli Dragon Chains and morning people's name I just hope and pray he never thinks of mine So
if you leave town before I do, don't look back, I'll be coming through.
I'll pack the things and I'm moving far away.
It said you can't run away from a curse, maybe this time I'll be the first.
Ain't nobody here gonna make mistakes.
Can't you hear, can't you hear, when the moon is bright and clear from time to time?
It's old Eli dragging chains and mourning people's names I just hope and pray he never thinks of mine Buggery.
I mentioned this earlier when I was talking about Gaddafi, but it strikes me that I have never actually addressed the topic of homosexuality as such on this program, and judging from an email that I got from a college kid a while back, it's probably time that I did.
Dear HAC, if you have time, what are your thoughts on Shakespeare's alleged homosexuality, specifically in Sonnet number 20?
I know that you're big on Shakespeare, and we're going to discuss this in class today, and we both know that they're going to push the idea that he was a homosexual.
Have you written anywhere on this, or do you know of someone who makes a pretty solid argument to the contrary of the historical revisionism of making practically every great figure a homo?
I know how, in the past, close brotherly relationships between men were not viewed as homosexual, as society likes to paint it today.
They mock it as bromance today, when in reality it's a relationship between comrades and brothers, like those close male relationships developed among men fighting in war.
Anyways, if you have the time, I would be interested in your thoughts.
If I get no response, I will completely understand that there are more important things to spend time on.
Thanks, Greg.
Well, Greg, unfortunately I wasn't able to get to your question in time to help you with your class, but I'll do what I can here.
First off, I have to say that I have a problem with homosexuality that's not racial or ideological.
It's not even really personal.
It's not just the fact that I find it repulsive.
I do.
Most people, of course, have no idea on earth what it is that homosexuals actually do.
Let me put it this way.
I made a reference at the beginning of the brigade to something that lesbians do call the chocolate ritual.
Well, that wasn't made up.
I got that out of a gay publication that I once made the mistake of perusing.
The fact is, I just don't get homosexuality.
I don't understand it.
I've never been able to wrap my mind around it.
I don't know what these guys get out of it.
There are three things in life that I've never been even remotely tempted to try.
And those three things are drugs, suicide, and homosexuality.
By the way, just as an aside, if ever I'm found lying dead on the floor here or I get arrested and they find me dead in my cell and they try to claim that I committed suicide, don't believe it.
They whacked me.
That's one thing I would never do.
I'd be scared I'd miss something.
I want to hang around long enough to see this country burn.
I have visions of myself sitting in some nursing home when I'm 89, probably some state-run atrocity with Nigerian and Filipino attendants who are starving us and beating us and freezing us at night.
torturing us for fun and all that kind of stuff.
But hopefully they'll still have some kind of cable TV in a TV room or something like that.
And I have a vision of myself sitting there in that nursing home next to some aging hippie who grew up at the same time that I did in the 60s.
We're watching America burn.
We're watching politicians and judges run screaming down the street with burning rubber tires around their necks.
And we're looking at heaps of dead Mexicans and niggers on the street.
We can actually hear the rioting outside and the gunshots and smell the smoke of the burning buildings as it gets closer and closer to the nursing home.
And the third world attendants have fled, but of course we're too weak and old to flee, so we know we're all going to get sizzled, but we're still looking at the TV.
And the hippie is just sort of staring at it and saying, Far out, man.
And I start beating him with my cane.
Tie-dye this, motherfucker!
Age of Aquarius, my ass!
Anyway, like I said, I really just don't get homosexuality, so I suppose that makes me not really qualified to speak about it, but I won't get into the obvious objections to homosexuality, i.e.
that it causes white babies not to be born, and I won't even get into a long political and racial tirade on it.
I'll just try to answer your question here.
Having admitted my personal problem with homosexuality, i.e.
that I just don't...
Get it.
I'll try to give you a reasonably dispassionate and objective view, not just on Shakespeare, but the whole topic of buggery down through history.
Yes, you're right.
The lefty libs and Jews have taken over history just like they've taken over every other scientific and academic discipline, and they've been bending and twisting and defiling it to serve their purposes and their own ideological agenda for many decades now, starting with whole bogus disciplines like so-called black studies and women's studies.
And then extending their tentacles of lies into actual history and literature as well in order to try and rewrite history so as to leave white males nothing.
That is the object of left-wing liberal historical revisionism.
To literally erase Western civilization in general and sexually normal white males in particular from history and replace us with people, events, and narratives that basically didn't happen.
Lefty lib revisionist history seeks to reduce all of the past so as to leave white males nothing, which is a hard thing to do since in reality we pretty much made the world what it is today, and that's a very hard workaround even for people as devoid of scruple and as intellectually dishonest as liberals.
Where sexually normal white men's presence and their contribution to great historical events and trends cannot be completely denied or explained away, Even by the lefty libs, they try to twist that contribution and make it negative and evil.
The great example of this, of course, being Christopher Columbus.
And after that, the whole history of America, which, it appears, was nothing but one long plundering expedition wherein us naughty white boys slaughtered all those wonderful native peoples like the Aztecs with their deeply spiritual religion and the Iroquois with their peaceful and gentle society and the Mayas.
Yes, I know, the Mayas disappeared 700 years before Columbus landed, but picky, picky.
The white man was responsible for their extinction as well.
Read the new history books.
No, I'm not making that up.
There is a theory in so-called academic circles now that the Mayas were so brilliant and deductive that they foresaw the coming of the horrible, wicked white man.
And that's why they abandoned their own cities and fled into the jungles 700 years before the first Spaniard landed in Yucatan.
Oh, and they were also fleeing capitalism as well, and returning to nature and the land.
I'm not sure exactly what Mayan capitalism consisted of, and no one else's either, because they left no written language behind, but why let facts get in the way of a good lefty-lib narrative?
That's deterministic.
And yes, I've heard that word leveled at us nasty right-wing white boys, meaning we actually like history based on facts and evidence.
We try to determine how things actually were from things like that, rather than how they should have been.
And no, I'm not making that up.
Trying to base history on actual facts and evidence left behind, like written documents and archaeology and whatnot, is called determinism.
And is now considered a right-wing racist heresy in many universities and other institutions.
That's one of the reasons that lefty-lib academics opposed the study of the Kennewick man remains, because the anthropologists who wanted to study them were white males, or in one case a white female, who presumably practiced determinism, i.e.
looking at facts.
Eventually, the liberals got some Asian woman allowed to look at the remains by the government, who naturally announced that Kennewick man had been Japanese.
And no, I'm not making that up either.
Sorry, I'm wandering off the topic here.
One of the things that the lefty libs of academia do in order to try and undermine the role of the white male in history and human events is to claim that all kinds of famous men of history were either A. Queers, B. Jews, or in some cases even niggers.
For example, one of their fallback positions on Christopher Columbus is that in addition to being an evil imperialist genocidal conqueror of the New World, he was also a Jew.
Now, you'd have to know a little something about the history of the Middle Ages, which, as it happens, I do, to understand that this makes no sense at all.
In the year 1492, King Ferdinand and Queen Isabella ordered all the Jews out of their newly reunified kingdom of Spain, mostly on Isabella's say-so, since, as so often happens, the wife was the religious fanatic in that marriage.
Now, we are expected to believe that in this same year, this violently anti-Semitic woman agreed to finance a major naval expedition commanded by a Jew.
In an age in a society where you had to show an impeccable Roman Catholic religious and family pedigree even to get a job sweeping the palace floor.
Sorry, sorry, I'm going off on a Grandpa Simpson ramble again.
To take the ferry cost a nickel.
And in those days, nickels had pictures of bumblebees on them.
Give me five bees for a quarter, you'd say.
Now, where were we?
Oh, yeah.
The important thing was that I had an onion on my belt, which was the style at the time.
They didn't have white onions because of the war.
The only thing you could get was those big yellow ones.
Well, for one thing, William Shakespeare was married.
We do know that much about him.
He was married to a lady named Anne Hathaway.
If you go to Stratford-on-Avon in England, to this day, you'll see her cottage, which has been preserved as a kind of historical memorial.
Yeah, I know, sometimes queers get married as camouflage, and Shakespeare did spend a lot of his time swanning around London and hanging out at the Globe Theatre and boozing with Burbage and Marlowe and Ben Johnson in the taverns and so forth.
But so far as is known, he lived in inns.
He never bought a house in London or officially moved there.
And he did visit his wife sufficiently regularly, so they had three children together.
So any diddling of digits Shakespeare did would have been bisexual at best.
It sounds to me like one of those arrangements that a lot of married couples have today, when one spouse, usually the man, has to travel a lot, and he has to go where the work is, which in Shakespeare's case meant London.
There just wasn't that much call for actors and playwrights and poets in a little English village like Stratford.
Now we don't know for sure why William Shakespeare didn't move his family to London to be with him.
Legend has it that he and Anne weren't really all that fond of one another since it had been an arranged marriage, and she had a reputation as a bit of a shrew, which of course her husband's habit of spending most of his time in the big city I'm sure didn't improve.
It's also believed that when he was in London, Shakespeare himself was enjoying at least some female company on the side, since a number of his sonnets are dedicated to a mysterious dark lady.
And scholars have been speculating on her possible identity and how Shakespeare may have met her for centuries.
Then this latest crop of so-called lefty-lib scholars comes along and with no evidence of any kind claim that the Dark Lady was, in fact, some homo.
I mean, obviously, when a poet refers to a lady, he means a bugger boy!
Since we now know that all great white men were secret Jews or faggots, right?
Greg, let's lay this on the line.
Can I sit here and absolutely swear to you that William Shakespeare never stuck it where he shouldn't?
No.
You know why?
Because I wasn't there, and neither were these politically correct so-called scholars and historians who are trying to call the Bard a poofter.
The simple and obvious fact is that we're talking about a man who lived and died 400 years ago.
Before the invention of photography or sound recording or any of the devices we use to record events today.
It is simply impossible to know what went on in every bedchamber in the city of London in the year 1595.
We have one portrait, which is believed to be of Shakespeare, but we're not even really certain about that, so I suppose at some point, some lefty-lib asshole will come along and try and claim that Shakespeare was a nigger.
And can I absolutely for certain prove he wasn't?
No.
But it's not likely.
You know, in the asteroid belt between the planets Mars and Saturn, there is an asteroid about one mile across that is made entirely of chocolate cake.
Now, you can't disprove that statement, and so we have to accept that there's at least some chance it might be true, but is it likely?
Not really.
Now, Greg, I tell you what, I'm going to cut this short now and get back to you after the next music cut, because this being our Halloween special, I want to try and get four of those in tonight.
We think of lycanthropy as men and women turning into animals, especially werewolves, but in Aryan folklore, sometimes the opposite is true.
In Scandinavia, along the northern coast of Scotland and the west coast of Ireland, there is a legend about magical seals called silkies.
Who periodically transform into beautiful young women and handsome young men and go ashore and cohabit with mortals, often running off and leaving them with children.
But when that happens, after seven years, the Silky returns to claim his or her half-mortal child and take them back with them to the sea.
And that often causes problems.
This is Joan Baez.
Music An earthly nurse Sits and sings And I, she sings By Lee we
And little can I, my bairn's father, far less the land where he dwells in.
For he came one night To her bed fit
And a grumbly guest, I'm sure was he, saying, Here am I thy bairn's father, although I be not calmly.
I believe.
I am a man I am a silky on the sea, and when I'm far and far frail and my home it is in Sulskeri.
I'm not alone.
And he had tamed a purse of gold, and he had placed it upon her knee, saying, Give to me,
My little young son and take thee up thy nurse's feet
And it shall come to pass on a summer's day When the sun shines bright on every stain I'll come and fetch my little young son And teach him how to swim We
shall marry a gunner good.
And the right fine gunner I'm sure he'll be.
And the very first shot that e 'er he shoots will kill both might.
Young son and me Young son and me
Getting back to Greg's basic question, which I think is really to the effect of how can we know that our ancestors and the historic figures whom we admire and who helped create our civilization were actually decent and honorable men who, among other things, did not engage in perversions of the body?
Well, to be honest, we can't, not 100%.
There are many famous men like Alexander the Great, Richard the Lionhearted, Shakespeare, Michelangelo, Leonardo da Vinci on up to Cecil Rhodes and a lot of eminent Victorians and others who have been accused of it.
Like I said, we simply cannot know what these men were doing every night of their lives when they weren't writing or painting or sculpting or fighting battles or founding Rhodesia or whatever.
Usually a large part of the accusation is that these men never married or else they neglected their wives, but people had a different view of marriage back then.
It was largely a business deal or a political arrangement, and so that doesn't necessarily mean anything.
Somebody like Michelangelo or Leonardo da Vinci, who moved around a lot, probably just didn't have the time or inclination for a wife and family, which is true of a lot of workaholics even today.
The Homo historians babble about ancient civilizations, and yes, there were periods in ancient Greece and Rome when this perversion was common in certain upper-class circles.
Some of the more loony Roman emperors, like Nero, Caligula, and Heliogobulus, were openly Homo.
Nero even, quote-unquote, married a gladiator named Sporus, possibly the first officially sanctioned gay marriage.
But even in their own time and place, it was regarded as a perversion and as a sign of insanity.
And I think it's significant that not only did these three go down in history as the worst of the Roman emperors, but that all of their reigns were fairly short and they were all overthrown and murdered by their own soldiers, largely for being poofters.
Even when it was being done by a senator or even a Caesar, it was never regarded as normal or admirable.
Furthermore, even in the degenerate upper classes in Athens and Rome and Byzantium, the men who practiced this perversion did so as recreation, a kind of hobby, if you will.
They were all married, and they at least did their duty to their wives long enough to sire a couple of children and ensure the continuation of their line, which is the main moral objection to homosexuality, male or female.
In that the way it's practiced today is completely homo, and it prevents white babies from being born.
You also have to remember, believe it or not, that not all men and women in old times were as fascinated and obsessed with sex as we are.
A lot of women, for example, entered convents and became nuns, not because they were lesbians, but because they didn't want to be married to some drunk or old goat that their father chose for them, or else they were terrified of going through childbirth, which in the Middle Ages, with no sanitation, was no joke.
They didn't want to risk death themselves, so they didn't want to bring children into the world only to watch half of them die before the age of three, so they just avoided marriage.
The same thing for men.
In those days, if a man had a brain he wanted to use, if he wanted to learn how to read and write and devote himself to the law, or to science or to things of the mind, or if he just plain had ambition and he didn't want to spend his life behind the plow, for centuries the church was his only way in.
Now that having been said, yes, there was buggery and lesbo action going on in monasteries and convents.
I wrote about it in my novel, The Black Flame.
But it was considered to be sinful and unlawful, and when it was detected by the church authorities, it was punished.
So, how can we know, really?
Well, a good historian, as opposed to a politically correct one, always goes to original source material, meaning contemporary accounts, letters, journals, public acts, like a buggery trial, for example, something like that.
And yes, that sort of thing happened.
I am not denying that every Western nation and culture has, at one time or another, had a problem with sodomy.
After the Greek and Roman era, never was it tolerated except in the highest of the nobility, who were basically too powerful to touch and above the law.
For example, King William Rufus of England was accused of buggery, and apparently it wasn't just because he never married.
These accusations were recorded by chroniclers of the time.
And, of course, kept safely secret behind the walls of the monastery until after Rufus was dead.
But there does seem to have been some basis for it.
Usually, when there was some basis or truth in the accusation, some kind of contemporary historical record or confirmation can be found.
Now for some, like William Rufus and Louis XIII of France, yeah, I'm sorry to say that there does seem to be some fire to go with the smoke.
With Shakespeare and Michelangelo and Da Vinci and Rhodes and Alexander and all these other people that the homos are claiming for their own, there is not a whisper among their contemporaries.
And believe me, people back then loved to gossip just like they do today.
And yes, there were times when it got beyond individual cases.
At one stage in the Middle Ages and the Renaissance, homosexuality was so common in the city of Florence and Italy that to this day the word Florenzer is a slang term in German meaning sodomite.
It got so bad that in the late 1300s, the Florentine authorities instituted a special tribunal with three judges solely to deal with perversion cases.
It was known by some Italian slang term, which I forget, as the buggery court, but its legal name was La Tribuna della Nocte, the tribunal of the night, because the sessions of this court were held at night due to the filthy nature of the crimes and the evidence, which were deemed unfit for the light of day.
Some time ago, I read a fascinating little history of this court, and the city fathers of Florence were quite open about their reasons for instituting it at the time.
Large numbers of young men in the city were being corrupted into homosexuality, and it was starting to affect the city's population, especially the upper and middle classes.
No one's quite sure why Florence, more so than other Italian cities, had such a buggery problem.
Although one theory is that since the court was created in the late 14th century, just after the Black Death hit, it could be that for some reason an inordinate amount of women died in the plague.
Most of the Tribuna della Nocte's work was about like a police vice squad today.
Every so often they would raid certain public parks and public toilets, which Florence apparently had.
Public outhouses, I guess.
And certain known gathering places where male prostitutes hung out, and they'd haul in the Nancy Boys and the Johns and subject them to fines and floggings and public humiliation.
They even had some gay bathhouses that got raided down through the years, plus a lot of private parties thrown by wealthy faggots for the purpose of orgies.
Ironically, a large...
A portion of the complaints to the buggery court came from members of the Female Prostitutes Guild, who didn't appreciate the competition, and who had to pay taxes, while the Katamites didn't, and so there were economic reasons for all this as well.
But there was another reason for this court, and that was to prevent the corruption of young boys.
If you got caught with an adult male prostitute, you just got fined or dismissed from any public offices you held, maybe stood in the pillory for a while.
But if you were caught molesting a young boy, And turning him out into buggery, you got burned alive.
Interestingly, the officials and the enforcers of this special court were the only ones in the government and the courts of Florence who did not have to have a warrant from the Signoria, the city council, to enter and search private premises.
The Florentines kept this buggery court around for something like 150 years, so obviously there must have been a need for it.
Now...
I know all of this sounds like a Grandpa Simpson ramble, but it isn't.
I'm actually trying to answer Greg's question.
What I'm saying here is that, yes, the lefty libs are right in a sense.
There have always been homosexuals of both genders down through the millennia.
They've always been around and probably always will be.
But they were and are only a tiny fraction of the population.
And there was almost always some indication at the time, Of the practice of sodomy, and I don't mean a line in a sonnet that some politically correct asshole 400 years later decides to interpret as homo.
As for this business of their claiming all kinds of great men from the past as bugger boys, when you hear someone accused of being enlightened loafers, if you're interested, do some research.
Look into that person closely, and see if anyone noticed anything untoward at the time.
Just like today, if no one among the man or woman's contemporaries noticed anything off-kilter, then there probably wasn't anything to notice.
Let's put it this way.
While we don't know and cannot know every detail of the lives of men who lived four and five centuries ago or further back, the chances are very good that most of them were pretty much as advertised.
Remember, history and contemporary chronicles and private letters and the sources that we used for information We're not always controlled by people with an agenda, and past ages had a much higher regard for the truth than our present-day academics.
Okay, here's one last piece of ghostly bluegrass for you.
This is Hot Rise.
There's a tale that's a tale down in Old Wolf County Oh One murderous husband and his family of three.
One dead neighbor from over the hill.
He found them dead in the cabin.
He was so deathly still.
The killer he left at night and I know how it read.
I hope you don't find me, I'd rather be dead Than to live in your jailhouse for the rest of my day Until the jewelry hangs me for my wicked ways Sometimes at night I
wake to the sound of the man in the distance in the bay of hounds.
Once on a floor in the spring of the year I heard breaking branches the footsteps of me.
The End
The End He was five days and more He hid in a cave by the steep river shore 'Til he gave himself up,
he started walking downtown He said, "I'm not sorry for what I have done.
But I cannot live like a man in love.
I'm glad that you kept me.
You can make me my grave.
It can't be much worse than that dark lonely cave It can't be much worse than that dark lonely cave Sometimes at night I wake to the sound of the men in the distance in the playing of the field.
What's on the phone in the spring of the year?
I heard breaking branches and footsteps so near.
I heard breaking branches and footsteps so near.
A few final remarks on what is, in fact, a very distasteful subject to me, and one that I really would prefer to spend as little time as possible on, but which, unfortunately, is part of the problem we face today, and so we have to deal with it, at least every now and then.
If we are to prevail, we must be first and foremost a movement of truth, and the large part of that truth consists in exposing that which our enemies wish to conceal, gloss over, and camouflage.
The truth is that homosexuality is a loathsome and physically sickening perversion, the hygienic aspects of which alone are sufficient to make a normal person vomit.
The establishment seeks to cloak these practices on the part of their pet perverts in abstractions about expressing love and lifestyle, and to a large extent they've succeeded.
Years of constant media pounding, pounding, pounding has forced these perverts down our throats and conditioned people to believe that homosexuals are a quote-unquote persecuted minority.
There have even been quasi-scientific efforts to...
Prove that perversion is somehow genetic and that faggots can't help their innate and irresistible biological urge to cornhole.
The glorification of perversion, what our media masters have even come to call defining deviancy down, is a staple on the agenda.
It is dished right up in our faces.
My occasional scatological remarks on here are nothing at all compared to one single night of network television.
Not to mention all the other filth that the Jews shovel into our living rooms in an unending flow of raw sewage.
The problem is that we are now the odd man out.
We are no longer living in a world of decency and cleanliness, nor will any of us ever see such a world again in our lifetimes, unless we remake it by armed force, which we don't appear to have the courage to do.
And so the fudge packers are going to keep on packing away.
We are not going to wake up suddenly one morning and find that some benevolent god with a white beard sitting on a throne in the clouds has decided to be kind and reward all our effort and our suffering by waving his almighty scepter and turning back the clock to the days of Ozzie and Harriet.
Now, if we will stop fooling around and wasting our time and effort, if we will stiffen our spines and act instead of talking and hiding, Then it is possible that our children may live to see some kind of return to sanity and normalcy.
Few of us will ever know such a time.
Most of us will end our lives in a situation roughly similar to that of Lebanon, Yugoslavia, or Rwanda, right here on this North American continent of ours.
And amidst all the violence, disease, starvation, and chaos, there's going to be a good deal of sexual perversion, not least buggery.
Homosexuality is a behavior, and a filthy one.
It is not something that someone is.
It is something that they choose to do, and something that they can bloody well choose not to do, once it is made clear to them that this is a line not to be crossed.
We should never ever neglect to make this point to our own people.
Normal people might be swayed by their innate Aryan sense of fairness to give the little guy a break so long as they're not compelled to confront just what it is that homosexuals do.
When they understand what it is that homosexuals do, when they forget all the horse manure about gay rights and homophobia and blah blah blah, and when they understand that a large part of the so-called gay rights movement has the purpose of gaining access to children for these creatures as teachers and caregivers and scoutmasters and whatnot, so that they can introduce these filthy practices to their children.
Then, the overwhelming majority of white people, and even Third Worlders for that matter, will react with shock, horror, and anger, as they should.
One final little piece of weird Aryan history for you.
In the year 1327, King Edward II of England, who was one of those royal faggots I referred to earlier, was overthrown and imprisoned in Barclay Castle by his wife and her lover.
Edward's queen, a French princess named Isabella, Finally got tired of being banned from her husband's bed by a series of handsome young men, and so she decided to find a handsome young man of her own and return the favor.
Things went downhill from there.
The queen and her lover, the Earl of Mortimer, decided to knock Edward off with poetic justice for a catamite.
They had some goons come into his cell at midnight, hold him down on his bed, pull up his robe, and then stick a funnel up his ass, through which they inserted a red-hot poker up into his guts and char-boiled his innards.
They say that the dying king's screams could be heard through the thick stone walls of the castle, right down into the town itself.
How's that for a Halloween ending for you?
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.
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