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Dec. 22, 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 will ski 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, right the north to you and me One more roar for
signal, token whistle, up the marching tune For your pike upon your shoulder by the rising of the moon By the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon For many a mud-walled cabin eyes were watching through the night Many a manly chest was throbbing for the blessed warning light Walkers passed along the
valleys like the man she's lonely crew And a thousand blades were flashing at the right It's December the 22nd, 2011.
I'm Harold Covington, and this is Radio Free Northwest.
There beside the singing river, that dark mass of men were seen, carnival Right, this is our Christmas show.
Everybody's got eggnog and mistletoe on the brain and all that, so there's not much point in my giving you any really serious harangue in this episode.
And so we'll start with a panel discussion between me and two other comrades.
Okay, we have a panel today consisting of myself, Comrade Charles Martell, whom you've heard before, and we've got a new guest panelist here, Mac, from...
where are you from?
Oh, I'm from all over the place.
Family come up from Tennessee out to Kentucky and Texas and Arkansas, and we're from all over the place.
I most recently moved up to the northwest from southeast New Mexico.
I think they'll probably remember that you've been on before.
Yep, I've been on before.
Okay, well, I'm just going to start out reading a few news articles, and we can comment as we feel the spirit move us.
I was noticing something last week.
I guess the Obama regime plans simply to drop any pretense whatsoever that we're going to have any immigration laws left in this country.
And, well, they've already pretty much done that.
But you've heard the term open borders.
Now, that's what we're going to get, quite literally.
Now, back in the middle of December, Fox News reported, quote-unquote, the bloody drug war in Mexico shows no sign of relenting, blah, blah, blah.
Neither do calls for tighter border security amid rising fears of spillover violence.
This hardly seems the time that the U.S. would be willing to allow people to cross the border legally from Mexico without a customs officer in sight.
Okay, long involved story here.
They're going to start putting up unmanned border crossings.
I'm not making this up.
In West Texas, and...
They've already got an unmanned border crossing.
I mean, literally...
It's called Arizona.
What they're supposed to do, there's going to be a little phone in a booth there, and you're supposed to clock in and pick up the phone and call a Border Patrol agent who's going to be about 50 miles away in some other station.
I'm not making that up.
How removing all the guards and surveillance from a section of the border constitutes an upgrade, and that's what they're calling this, is a concept that kind of boggles the mind.
But as in Orwell's 1984, our lords and masters have long since completely corrupted the English language and turned it on its head.
In Washington, D.C., black is white and vice versa.
Anyway, back to Fox News.
Here it says, by the spring kiosks.
These are open-border kiosks, could open up in Big Bend National Park, allowing people from the tiny Mexican town of Boquias del Carmen to scan their identity documents and talk to a customs officer in another location at least 100 miles away.
You would think this is a joke, right?
But it's not.
What identity documents?
They forge everything they get anyway.
They don't talk to customs agents or border patrol.
They just slip across where they can.
Why can't they just walk behind the camera?
Who even needs to show your document?
Just walk behind the camera.
Wade across the river.
This is so ridiculous that you have to kind of wonder if somebody's really trying to play a joke on us.
I mean, long story short, the so-called North American Union between the U.S., Canada, and Mexico is on its way legally, and now it's coming in fact.
Eventually, all the border posts are eventually going to come down, and so this is the next step, actually, after Obama last year told the ICE to stop arresting and deporting illegals.
The object is to give all 30 million or so of these illegals in this country a quote-unquote path to citizenship.
Well, that's why they keep going after the Arizona state government to crack down on them.
Arizona passed their anti-immigration laws, and the county sheriffs down there are instructing their deputies to go after the illegals and bring them in so they can deport them.
And you hear Sheriff Joe Arpaio in, what is it, Marin County?
No, Maricopa.
Maricopa County down there is now officially being investigated by the Justice Department for civil rights violations.
This is the same nigger Attorney General, Eric Holder, who refused to investigate the new Black Panther Party for intimidating white voters in Philadelphia and said, flood out, they weren't going to investigate blacks.
Well, now we've got that coon in office and, you know, he's got all his coon cronies up there.
They're just going to go wholesale against white people.
Well, it's going to get worse after Obama's re-elected.
I hate to say this, but he probably will be, because it looks like the Republicans are just absolutely determined to put up the worst doofus they can imagine to run against him, this character Mitt Romney, who seems to be just another empty suit.
And I really don't want to sound pessimistic, but I think he's going to get re-elected.
I have long been of the theory that the parties have an arrangement.
Each of them gets eight years in office, and the way they swing this is during the second-term election, they put up the worst idiot they can possibly find for the party that's supposed to lose, i.e.
Bob Dolan,'96, Al Gore in 2000, John Kerry in 2004, and Grandpa Simpson himself, John McCain, in 2008.
These people are just such total waste of rations that you wonder how they get the nomination.
But then again, anyway, I won't get off on that subject.
Well, it doesn't really matter whether you vote or not.
The voting machines are all rigged.
I mean, they've proved that several times.
In Ohio, in one county, they had 1,300 registered voters and 4,000 people voted for the Democratic candidate.
Well, that's almost up to Chicago's standards.
Ron Paul got cheated in the New Hampshire primary in 2000.
Oh, by the way, I noticed Rush Limbaugh is really going after Ron Paul, hammer and tongs now.
He's going to destroy the Republican Party, etc.
And it's nothing that Paul has said about the economy or anything like that.
Paul is actually very free market type, economically speaking.
It's his attitude on Israel.
He actually advocated cutting off foreign aid to Israel, and that's it.
He's finished with the system Republicans now.
Well, the downside with Ron Paul isn't that he's a bad candidate.
As far as the country goes, he'd be the perfect candidate.
The only problem with him is he's too damn politically correct.
He was talking on Jay Leno the other day about how Michelle Bachman and I think Mitt Romney hates Muslims and faggots, and so he was going after them on that.
Wait, who?
Ron Paul.
Ron Paul was jumping on them?
Yeah, for hating Muslims and faggots.
Ron Paul is not one of us.
I really don't understand how some of our people in the white nationalist community have gotten the idea that Ron Paul is one of us.
He's not.
Anyway, moving right along here.
And with these open, unguarded border crossings.
Obama, without referring to Congress, without asking for any congressional approval from the so-called elected representatives, is in essence changing the very nature of American society by opening the borders and letting these people swarm in, and we're becoming a third world country.
Not that our elected representatives in Congress are any great shakes to begin with, but under the Constitution, under the law, they are supposed to have the say as to major policy things like this, and they're not even being consulted.
He's just ignoring them.
And, of course, nobody's even interested in whispering the word impeachment.
Well, for the past old...
At least eight years, even when Bush was in office, we'd had several incursions into U.S. territory by Mexican military as well as the drug cartels, and all our guardsmen that were along the border were told to stand down and retreat in the face of the enemy.
And not one of them had a goddamn bullet for their guns.
How could they tell the difference between the Mexican military and the drug cartels?
I mean, the two are kind of...
The color of their uniforms.
Probably.
The cartels will probably dress better.
Hey, I got a great idea, per se.
We could save trillions of dollars.
We could just replace all of our soldiers with unmanned kiosks, like in Afghanistan, Iraq.
That's what they're trying to do.
There was this one guy in Denmark.
He was kind of a joker.
He was a member of the Danish parliament.
And back when they were talking about how Denmark was going, Well,
don't forget that it takes...
Practically an act of Congress to be able to even get into Canada or Mexico if you're an American.
Yeah, yeah.
Hey, what happened to open borders?
Open one way.
For an American to get permanent legal residence in Mexico, you have to be a millionaire.
You have to bribe about 50 different officials.
You have to fill out paperwork from now until the end of time.
You have to fulfill all of these special qualifications.
There's limits on where you can live and what kind of banks you can use and every other darn thing.
Mexico itself has some of the most restrictive immigration laws in the world.
Well, I like their border patrol.
They just shoot the Guatemalans when they come across the border.
Yeah, well, that's...
Shoot the Americans, too.
I always liked the Nigerian method of ethnic maintenance.
They had a number of laborers many years ago from Ghana.
About a lot of them, fairly 100,000.
You know, Ghana, believe it or not, was even more poor than Nigeria, and they were coming across to work in the oil fields there.
But then the economy took a downturn, and all of a sudden they didn't need all those Ghanaians around, so the Nigerian army just rounded them all up.
And marched them to the Ghana border and drove them across the border with whips.
I kind of like that idea.
Yeah, that's a good idea.
Or better yet, in San Domingo in the 1930s, he had a similar problem with Haitians coming across in the Dominican Republic to work in the cane fields, and about 30,000 of them.
And the dictator at the time, Rafael Trujillo, decided he didn't want these niggers in his country, because as Dominicans say, we're not black, we're brown and proud of it.
That's their attitude anyway.
Trujillo just loaded his cops and his army up with machetes so that they didn't have to waste bullets, and he just slaughtered them all.
And when some international observer type protested against this horrible, inhumane treatment, Trujillo said, the politicians go talk, talk, talk, but the machetes go click, click, click.
Third worlders, as horrible as their little countries are, they do not tolerate the bullshit that we do.
Yeah, that's for sure.
Hey, who's that guy that took over Haiti and killed the 25,000 white people?
Well, it'd be Toussaint Louverture or King Christophe.
Yeah, that dude.
Yeah, well, I guess Trujillo was just taking a page out of his book.
The big nigger myth is that the mighty black Haitian rebels defeated Napoleon, which is bullshit.
Number one, Napoleon never showed his face in Haiti.
Number two, he did send an army, but they were wiped out, not by the Haitian nigger rebels, but by yellow fever and malaria.
Getting back to the business about pulling all the troops off the border.
You see, the Democrats right now are killing two birds with one stone.
They're cutting border security so that more wetbacks can get in.
And at the same time, they're blaming it on the wicked Republicans who won't let them borrow and print up endless sums of money to pay for all their lunatic spending.
So, all this stuff that they really want to do, they're blaming it on the Republicans who says, well, you won't pass our budgets and you won't let us print up money and borrow money.
Therefore, because of these wicked Republicans, we can't do all this stuff.
I'm sorry, guys.
It has to be a broken record, but all white Americans need to run this down again, and we need to internalize it.
Both of the parties want these people here.
The Republicans want them here to provide an endless source of cheap labor for their corporate sponsors and their buddies in Enron and all the other industries that use cheap labor.
And the Democrats want them here so that they can be given the vote and eventually vote them into perpetual power.
That's how white people will lose all control of their destiny in this country because a situation will be reached when basically we're simply outvoted because there are more parasites, more eaters of the taxes than there are payers of the taxes, but in a democracy we'll simply be outvoted.
Now, this is reflected in the policies of both parties whenever they're in power.
The Republicans simply do nothing.
But the Democrats are now actively encouraging these illegals to come in here and facilitating them to break the law.
Things like opening unmanned border crossings, cutting the number of National Guardsmen, that sort of stuff.
It's pointless, depending on either party, to do anything about illegal immigration.
We're going to have to change the whole system from top to bottom, and since that's impossible, we're going to have to, in essence, break off part of this country and take it back for ourselves.
We have to have a homeland, people, because if we don't grab some part of this continent as a homeland, we are going to be overrun, and we're going to be swamped, and we're going to sink into a baby-shit brown sea.
The thing of it is that people can't see that any moment now, the undeclared race war that's been going on in this country for the last 50 years is going to break out in the open.
I mean, they're just going to start openly killing everybody.
They're already doing it down in California.
Well...
Just before we started recording tonight, we were going on the net trying to find some kind of confirmation that, well, by the time this goes on the air, it'll have been several weeks ago, but this nigger goes into an elevator in New York with his little spray thing of gasoline and his lighter, and he burns a 73-year-old woman alive.
I am about 90% sure the woman was white because of various factors.
The neighbors were white, and the whole situation just looks for all the world like a racially motivated hate crime, but...
They won't show her face in any of the images.
I think that the fact that they won't show a picture or mention the race of the victim is indicative she probably was white.
So when something like this happens, and it happens almost every week...
There's some spectacular anti-white, racially biased hate crime murder or something like that, like that horrible case in Knoxville, but that's the only spectacular things that get the publicity.
I really would be interested, not to say horrified, to see some kind of statistics as to exactly how many white people every day, every week, are raped, murdered, robbed.
beaten, assaulted, humiliated in various ways by niggers and Mexicans.
It boggles the mind.
Actually, that information is easy to get.
The FBI's Uniform Crime Statistics.
They've been keeping track of the victims and the perpetrators of all kinds of crimes for the last 50 years.
I mean, it's all there in black and white.
Okay, I'm going to pick this up here.
One of the problems with these panel discussions is that they're all completely ad-lib, and every now and then somebody, usually me, stumbles or meanders and ends up taking the discussion into a long digression that doesn't really go anywhere.
So what I'm going to do here is cut about the last two or three minutes of that segment so that I can make something clear which I didn't quite manage to do in the original talk session.
Now, I am in fact familiar with the FBI's uniformed crime statistics, as is anyone who has been in the movement for any length of time at all, because the FBI uniformed crime statistics have for decades been a favorite of the sad old men who mail out the newspaper clippings.
Anyone with any movement experience will be familiar with that particular phenomenon, the fact that there are dozens and possibly hundreds of sad old men, or sometimes merely middle-aged men, Usually divorced and living alone and working marginal jobs like so many of us, whose sole contribution to white nationalism seems to be...
The mailing around of huge packets of newspaper clippings of horrible stories, especially nigger crime stories with white victims or egregious Jew stories of various kinds, telling white people how bad things are.
Now, some people call these old guys Eeyores after the depressed donkey from Winnie the Pooh, which I suppose I better mention because most of the younger generation probably have no idea who Eeyore was.
Nowadays, of course, although I do still occasionally get big manila envelopes of newspaper clippings, just like I did back in the day, this particular pathology has mostly gone on to the Internet.
Most of these sad old men have taken to cyberspace like a duck takes to water, and so for many years now, most white nationalist Yahoo groups and v-bulletin boards and other internet forums have consisted almost entirely of querulous and whining complaint in the form of reposted mainstream media articles about horrible and discouraging news events which show us all how bad things are and how we're all doomed and so forth and so on.
In fact, there's a whole website like this, newnation.org.
That's newnation, all one word,.org.
Go there and you will find a huge collection of nothing but mainstream media articles, 95% of which involve crime and atrocities committed against white people by niggers, illegal aliens, and other beaners, so forth and so on.
I especially like their buggery section, which deals with sickening criminal and perverted acts committed by faggots.
If you really do want to know just what they are really doing to us now, go to newnation.org.
Although I warn you in advance, it's damn depressing.
I check it out every now and then because as a source for this kind of material, it's unparalleled.
But I can't take much of a steady diet of it.
It's such a downer.
Needless to say, no one ever so much as whispers about a solution to any of this, other than the occasional mild suggestion that we write our congressman.
The sad old men who do this clipping mailing thing know perfectly well what the solution is, just like all white nationalists do.
It's just that like all white nationalists, they won't talk about it out loud.
These news clipping guys are even more beaten down and cowed than most of us, which is why.
Okay, I suppose I better wander back in the general direction of the point I was trying to make here.
The FBI Uniform Crime Statistics used to be one of the featured stories every year for the sad old men who mail out the newspaper clippings.
Every year they came out and they went on to AP or the other wire services, and then I was guaranteed to get at least two dozen clippings in the mail from various publications.
And Charles is right.
Even though I've always suspected that these statistics were cooked and politically sanitized, they always painted a pretty bleak picture for white people.
But as the guys and I were talking just now, and when Charles brought it up, it occurred to me that I have not actually seen any of these clippings from the uniform crime statistics for years now.
I guess I was just too preoccupied to notice, and I suppose I should have begun to wonder what happened to them before now.
But now that I come to think of it, I haven't seen the UCS for a long time.
I presume that the FBI still issues them, since not to do so would require firing thousands of clerical workers, federal employees, whose job it is to compile these reports, or else reassigning them and losing their budget to other government departments, and no federal bureaucracy would ever allow that to happen.
I think we all know from having to live in this toilet...
That the risk of interracial hate crime and victimization for whites has never been greater.
But the statistics are either being buried on some website somewhere, or they're just not being given any publicity or circulation by the liberal media.
So which is it?
Now, I simply don't have the time or the inclination to go statistic hunting on the internet.
But if someone wants to track down the latest FBI Uniform Crime Report statistics on interracial crime for me...
This might make a very good topic for discussion on future episodes of Radio Free Northwest.
And of course, when we do find them, what we'll probably see is a fairy tale, courtesy of our nigger president and our nigger attorney general.
I'm asking you guys to find these statistics for me, but I don't say I'll believe them when you do.
I think we can all guess that the true extent of the problem of black and brown attacks against white people will be camouflaged and concealed by at least 50%, so whatever they state is the incidence of anti-white hate crimes, we need to at least double that, maybe more.
Okay, this is our Christmas show, and so I'm afraid it's going to mean Christmas music.
Just what you want to hear, huh?
More jingle bells and holly jolly Christmas and silver bells and that's just the music in the stores.
Well, let's see if we can't spice up the season with a little madness, shall we?
Grandma got run over by a reindeer Walking home from our house Christmas Eve You can say there's no such thing as Santa But as for me and Grandpa,
we believe She'd been drinking too much eggnog And we begged her not to go But she forgot her medication And she staggered out the door into the snow When we found her Christmas morning At the scene of the attack She had
hoofprints on her forehead And incriminating claws marks on her back Grandma got run over by a reindeer Walking home from our house for Christmas Eve You can say there's no such thing as Santa But as for me and Grandpa we believe Now we're all so
proud of Grandpa He's been taking this so well See him in there watching football Drinking beer and playing cards with cousin now It's not Christmas without Grandma All the family's dressed in black And we just can't help but wonder Should we open up her
gift or send them back?
Send them back!
Grandma got run over by a reindeer Walking home from our house Christmas Eve You can say there's no such thing as Santa But as for me and Grandpa, we believe Now the goose is on the table And the pudding made of fig.
Ah!
And the blue and silver candles that would just have matched the hair in Grandma's wig.
I warned all my friends and neighbors, better watch out for yourselves.
They should never give a license to a man who drives a sleigh and plays with elves.
Grandma got run over by a reindeer Walking home from our house Christmas Eve You can say there's no such thing as Santa But as for me and Grandpa,
we believe Grandma got run over by a reindeer Walking home from our house Christmas Eve You can say there's no such thing as Santa But as for me and Grandpa,
we believe Hi
guys, this is Axis Sally with a Merry Christmas message for you.
I realize some of you may not celebrate Christmas, but I don't care.
I do, even though I don't consider myself a member of any religious group.
I remember a few years ago when I was in another racialist organization, one member sent Christmas cards to all the other members, and this was taken very offensively by another one.
He said that as an Odinist, he did not appreciate cards that glorified a dead Jew on a stick.
I had to hear about this for the next six months.
I've said before, I grew up in a neighborhood that had a lot of Jewish families, and when I was a small child, I was so excited about having learned to gift wrap that I started going through all my books and toys and gift wrapping them to give to the neighborhood children.
And I ended up giving the little Jewish boy next door a copy of The Night Before Christmas.
And his mother made him write a thank you note because she appreciated the gesture.
So, these Jews could at least put aside their stupid beliefs and show some courtesy to someone who was only trying to be nice.
I wish my old comrade could have done the same thing.
It's nice to be able to say, hey, have a nice Christmas, to someone without worrying about being punched in the face.
Before I had children and experienced the joy of celebrating their birthdays, my favorite day of the year was always Christmas Eve.
Not Christmas Day, which tended to be a bit anticlimactic after all the candy was eaten and the presents were opened, and my mom made me flatten out all the wrapping paper and put it in the wrapping paper drawer for next year.
I've always noticed that on Christmas Eve, everyone has been so nice to one another.
There's a mist of reverence that just seems to hang in the air.
I've become especially grateful for the messages of support and encouragement I've received from my many comrades these past few weeks, not to mention the Christmas cards and little gifts from listeners.
Maybe it's just the time of year, but lately I've been reminded of how those in the movement really look out for and support one another.
We seem to be laying aside all the retarded gossip and petty whining and remembering why we're all here, to discover our ancient Aryan courage and get rid of all these nasty brown people.
And in order to do that, you know what we have to do, something about working together and not treating other white people the way we treat our enemies.
After we give the Jews a real holocaust and have our own living space, then by all means let's revert back to hating each other based on internet posts and religion.
But maybe, just maybe, All the moral support and camaraderie will continue a little bit past Christmas this time.
Maybe this is the start of something better, of one more agonizing inch forward into this struggle for our survival.
I hope to be able to convey my gratitude to all of you out there who, like true Aryans, have been there for the newly racially aware.
For our brothers and sisters who are facing serious personal and family crises.
For our political prisoners.
For struggling white families.
For our newest migrants.
And for me personally.
Thanks to each and every one of you brave white men and women who make me so grateful that I found the white nationalist movement and the Northwest Front, and I hope that one day I can be there for you the way you have for me.
Merry Christmas to all of you, even to those of you who are this moment crying like kittens about Jesus being a dead Jew or something.
Come on, lighten up!
It's Christmas!
Just don't throw out perfectly good wrapping paper that can be used next year.
With your living body, with your living body.
you Thanks to Morris Dees and my deranged brother and a few other people who for some reason have made it their business to excavate all the crap from my past, I don't think it's any secret by now that I myself had a family situation that was not exactly optimum and which made my childhood something I've spent the past 40 years trying to forget.
But even so, I have to be honest and admit that before I hit the age of 13 or so, and that was about the time that the primordial ooze started to drip into my life, I do remember a few good Christmases, mostly in Greensboro with my grandparents, but a few in Burlington as well.
I think all of us, no matter how bad things really were then, or how bad they've become since then, if we sit down and think back carefully, We can remember at least a few fragments of those good, Magical Christmases from another time and place that's now gone forever.
What the hell?
Look, Daddy, look!
The Jesus baby's up there singing!
This world, a thrill of hope, the world...
I'll tell you what, son.
You've got to enjoy every Christmas you have, Rusty.
You don't never know how many you're going to get.
I love you, Daddy.
And I love you too, son.
Fall on your knees.
I said fall on your knees, you son of a bitch.
This is a trap!
Go for the face for angels!
Straight to no one!
Um, notify the families.
Yeah, takes me back.
Okay, last week Sally did a piece on bullying, and I think it's interesting that this week there was a story on one of the liberal websites, which I won't bother to quote, about this kid in high school who killed himself because somebody called him gay at school, etc., etc.
We were going to get Wallace in on this, but he had to leave early.
He was being bullied by Sally.
Anyway, the article goes, a Tennessee teen has taken his own life after being subjected to anti-gay bullying, which friends say officials at his high school did little to prevent.
What exactly were they supposed to do, by the way?
I mean, expel anybody who uses a certain word?
That's another step towards a police state, but I think that's what the liberals want.
Yeah, what are they going to do?
Just get on the intercom every morning and say, you know, attention all non-faggoty students, please do not call the faggot students faggots?
Yes, Nashville NBC affiliate WSMV is reporting Jacob Rogers had been bullied at Cheetham County Central High School for the past four years, but at the start of his senior year it had become so bad that he dropped out of school.
Again, I kind of get this vision of Principal getting on the intercom and say, okay, everybody out there, stop calling Jacob a faggot now.
Really, really, what do you think?
What exactly are they supposed to do about it?
Anyway, getting back to the article, it says he started coming home saying, I don't want to go back.
Everyone is so mean.
They call me a faggot.
They call me gay, a queer.
Well, apparently, according to the article, you were a faggot, son.
So, and this went on for four years, but then at the start of his senior year, it just got...
So bad he had to kill himself?
I mean, what were they calling him his freshman year?
Well, apparently he whacked himself in December, and so he only had about, what, another four months to go?
He just couldn't stand to be called a faggot for four more months?
As I understand this article, he really was a pervert, a faggot, a queer, whatever you want to call it.
Well, there's an obvious solution to this problem.
If you don't want to be called a faggot, don't...
Be a faggot.
Or is that just too simple and forthright a solution?
Okay.
Anyway, getting on.
Everyone is...
Okay, blah, blah, blah.
I got some girl on here.
Kaylin Mooneyham.
Who is she, Mooney?
Okay.
That's her name, apparently.
Is she white?
Yeah, there was a little video that went with this.
Yeah, she's some white teenage dweeb.
Anyway.
Although Kaylynn says her friend repeatedly sought help from the school's guidance office.
Okay, what does the guidance office have to do with discipline?
Maybe he wanted to guide the bullies into being...
I'm sorry, I'm babbling here.
Anyway, Cheatham County Schools Director Dr. Tim Webb said officials were only made aware of one incident after the principal intervened.
Jacob said things were getting better.
He also acknowledged a series of staff...
blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.
Okay, let's just drivel.
Apparently what happened is the principal called some of the so-called bullies.
Doesn't say if the bullies were white males, black males, white females, whatever.
But anyway, he called these other kids in the office and said, hey, you know, quit calling Jakey a faggot.
Okay.
Blah, blah, blah, blah.
Anyway, it says a number of gay blogs have created a donation fund to help pay for Jacob's funeral.
There's something missing in this article.
It doesn't say exactly when and how he killed himself.
I mean, did he hang himself, shoot himself, stick his head in a tub of KY jelly and suffocate?
What?
The disturbing rash of LGBT, which I believe means lesbian, gay, bisexual, teens.
Transgenders.
Transgender.
But aren't they also faggots?
Why do they get their own special category?
I'm not sure.
This is really weird.
If it's a he and then it becomes a she and gets it on with a male, is it a faggot then?
Anyway, blah, blah, blah.
Teen suicides began receiving attention last fall.
Among those who took his own life was 18-year-old Tyler Clemente.
An 18-year-old Rutgers University student who jumped off the George Washington Bridge between New Jersey and New York after his roommate allegedly filmed him having sex with another man.
And again, you've got to kind of wonder...
Was it Jacob?
I could be.
I don't know.
But you've got to kind of wonder, okay, this guy jumps off a bridge because he's filmed having sex with another man, but if you're that ashamed of it and you're that bothered by it and you don't want to be called a faggot, why do it?
This is the computer age and high-tech and all that sort of stuff.
Everybody and his dog has got like a video cam or some little fiber optic camera that they can stick in the computer.
The kid ought to have been smart enough to realize that something like that might happen, so if he was that worried about being filmed in mid-bugger or whatever, why did he do it?
It's like they want to have their cake and eat it too.
They want to commit these acts, but they don't want to be publicly identified as sodomitic or whatever.
Now, what I don't understand, again, I just can't imagine ever wanting to kill myself because somebody called me a name or somebody said something about me.
How come you don't hear about niggers killing themselves when people call them niggers?
Largely because I think niggers are a more primitive organism and they don't react like that.
Now, they'll react with psychopathic violence against a lone white who calls them a nigger, but interestingly enough, that's actually a bit of a, in a way, a healthier reaction than going and jumping off a bridge.
Okay, if someone calls you a name that you don't like, you deal with him personally, or you tell him to piss off, or you smack him in the face, whatever you want to do, but you do something about the individual that's committing the offense, you don't go and jump off a bridge.
Anyway, getting into queer penguins now.
Of course.
This is another gay story that we just found today as I was surfing the net.
I didn't know that penguins could be queer, but apparently so.
I'm not quite sure how they ascertain that the penguins are gay, and I probably don't want to know.
But anyway, it says, Just weeks after the planned separation of two Toronto-based gay penguins for mating purposes sparked a global outcome, Did you hear a global outcry because the two gay penguin lovers were being separated?
Um, no.
No, I just learned of this today, actually.
We must not be listening to the same Globe as the Huffington Post does.
Okay, another same-sex avian couple is in the news, ironically for chick-rearing reasons once again.
As Metro is reporting, two gay penguins at Harbin Polar Land in northern China have been given a baby chick to care for in an effort to help a struggling penguin mother.
Who recently hatched twins.
Okay, I suppose that's what we're supposed to do if a mother has twins and she can't take care of them.
She gives one twin to a couple of faggots.
As long as they don't kill themselves.
Yeah, right.
Despite being gay, the penguin couple, whose union was even celebrated in a 2009 wedding...
People don't have enough to do.
I...
I suppose these people are serious that in 2009 they had a gay wedding for penguins.
Okay, anyway, despite being gay, the penguin couple will be naturally suited for raising chicks.
Male penguins share the duty of incubating unhatched eggs.
Yes, I happen to know that's true.
I saw happy feet.
With females in the wild, and this pair has become notorious for trying to steal eggs during the hatching season, which, again...
Now, what does that remind you of?
Gays on the prowl looking for young to abduct and do strange things with?
Maybe they really are gay.
Undoubtedly, the Chinese Penguins case is similar to that of Roy and Silo, the two gay penguins at New York's Central Park Zoo, who were eventually given a rejected egg after attempting to hatch a rock.
So they're not only gay, they're stupid.
Their story was also the basis for the controversial children's book, and Tango makes three.
So that's apparently, I guess, how they're plotting on indoctrinating our children into buggery, because it's okay if penguins do it.
You know, I guess it didn't really work with books about these are my two daddies or my two mommies.
Maybe that just wasn't reaching the children enough, but all children love penguins.
Mommy, mommy, what are those penguins doing?
Perhaps Buddy and Pedro, the Canadian male penguin couple, could learn a thing or two from their Chinese and American counterparts when they reunite after the mating season, although speculation about the true nature of Buddy and Pedro's relationship continues.
I'm speculating about it, that's for sure.
Oh, yes.
I mean, the hell of it is, there's probably somebody being paid tax money at a university someplace to speculate about the nature of the relationship between two male penguins.
Maybe somebody's even going to film it, like with that guy who jumped off the bridge.
Well, maybe the penguins will go jump off the bridge and come up with a fish in their beak or something.
Anyway.
Though speculation over the true nature of Buddy and Pedro's relationship continues, the African penguins will soon be separated and paired with females for breeding.
Ah, so they're not really gay, they're just bi.
Yeah, they're just curious.
They're experimenting.
Yeah, right.
Any penguin-related queer jokes you can think to throw in?
No, there aren't really enough written yet.
Maybe they turned gay when they were watching an old Liberace movie and they saw him in his pink sequined tuxedo and thought he was a gay penguin.
I don't know.
Okay, enough.
Okay, time for some serious Christmas music.
I played this last year, and I think it's good enough to play again this year.
This is one of the oldest of Christmas carols.
It's in German.
It's called O Tannenbaum, and this is Arnie Doremsgard.
O Tannenbaum, O Tannenbaum, wie treu sind deine Blätter!
O Tannenbaum, O Tannenbaum, wie treu sind deine Blätter!
my voice my Oh, Tannenbaum, oh, Tannenbaum, wie treu sind da!
By the blatter.
By the blatter.
Oh, Mäcklein, oh, Mäcklein, wie falsch ist dein Gemüte?
O Mekdlein, o Mekdlein, wie falsch ist dein Gemüte.
Du schwurst mir treu in meinem Glück, nun arm ich bin, gehst du zurück.
O Mekdlein, o Mekdlein, wie falsch ist dein Gemüte.
O Tannenbaum, o Tannenbaum.
The End
The End Good evening, comrades.
Recently I was listening to RFN, and I was very distressed to be again reminded that many of our listeners either have not read Mein Kampf, or they have not attained a full appreciation of it.
To come on this week and just really encourage you that all of us should either be reading it or have read it, because it really is a very unique piece of literature.
When you read it, you're really walking with Hitler through his life, starting from his childhood and his struggle with his father, his love for his mother, his great passion to become a painter.
And then at the time in Vienna when he was very poor and he was struggling to become an artist and get into art school and how that never worked out.
But he continued to hold on to his dream of being a painter until World War I came along and how he became a German citizen and decided that he was going to fight for Germany instead of Austria.
because he really always felt more German than often and how he loved the army and how he was injured twice once in the leg and once at the end of the war when he lost his eyesight for a time and then when he regained his eyesight realized that he could not see well enough to draw so he went into politics he felt a calling to go into the political realm shortly thereafter He was still in the army,
but he was looking into various subversive groups, and as he was doing this, he came across what would later become the National Socialist Party, and after giving this considerable thought, he decided to join.
And at that point, you're brought Fökel to the beginning of Mein Kampf, where he has the wonderful tribute to the 16 martyrs that fell during the Berhal putsch.
So it brings you full circle, and it's a very moving book, and in it he does apologize for writing a book because he feels that his gift is more as an orator, and he also feels that his ideology is one better expressed through the spoken word.
However, he does feel that a book must be written for posterity's sake, and so he does gift us with his book, and really all of us should read it.
It's true that it is best to have some knowledge of German history.
You should have knowledge of World War I, certainly, and a bit of knowledge of things before World War I. But certainly you should know a bit about World War I and also a bit about what happened after 1918 and all of the liberal movements going on in Germany.
And such things perhaps as the Bauhaus movement, which was a very liberal art movement that was going on, and the internationalism that was coming into Germany at that time, and so what Hitler was struggling against as a nationalist.
If you would know this, you would have a much greater understanding of what he writes in his autobiography.
So I hope you would take a little time to perhaps study German history and also, of course, to read my book and just realize that yes, it is wordy and yes, the German language is wordy and there is translation ease.
There is a long-winded style, but in it you'll find the foundation of David Lane's 14 words, which are expressed in a much more long-winded fashion in Mein Kampf, but really you'll find the basis for ideology.
And you really should accept Mein Kampf as an epic book that is in a special category with other epic books.
Now, for me, as you probably already know, there are three epic books in my life.
There's the Bahava Gita, There's Mein Kampf, and for me, there's also Sprague Zarastustra.
And for me, those are my thick books that I really look back on and say, even if I only read them once, that these are epic books that I've read.
And of course, they're in a different category from Harrell's books.
But you should give this full consideration and you should make time for epic books in your life, whether you're reading them through text, whether you're reading them through Kindle.
But please gain an appreciation for Hitler's book because you are walking with him through his life.
You're gaining insights into his thoughts and into the early days of the movement in the early 20s.
And, of course, the beginning of the movement, the flowering of the movement, and how it was developing, and, of course, projecting that in how it would hopefully one day develop into an Aryan ethnostate.
So, please take the time.
If you don't have an appreciation for this book already, please develop one.
I think that it behooves us all to take the time to do this.
So, I really urge you, it's really, it's respect for the Fuhrer to read this book, so please do.
And you won't regret it.
I know I don't regret a single minute of reading Mein Kampf.
So please, thank you for listening, and please take my words to heart, comrades.
Okay, time for a bit of Ebenezer Scrooge here.
I'm going to make a few quick comments on one of the many unpleasant movement phenomena that I have to deal with on a regular basis.
As always, it's largely an ego problem.
This week I had one of my fairly regular internet teapot tempests with some guy who is bitching about my quote-unquote not answering emails.
Actually, I did.
I answered a number of his emails, but apparently not at sufficient length and insufficient meticulous detail to satisfy his ego and his sense of self-worth, or should I say self-importance.
For some people who get their noses out of joint with Harold, this is often the ultimate sin, my refusal to drop everything, sit down, hold their hands, and listen to the endless monologues in their heads and congratulate them on how brilliant and incisive and insightful they are.
Commonly, they want me to type them out long, detailed emails talking about literature or Jews or whatever, dissecting at length how many stormtroopers can dance on the head of a pen or other obscure and irrelevant points of history and ideology.
In essence, I refuse to sit around spending hours on end writing out for the benefit of individuals things that I have already said quite clearly and forcefully in my novels or on this program, especially since a lot of these people just can't seem to find the time actually to read my books.
They insist on having me personally spell it out for them for the thousandth time in a series of long, long emails or letters.
I'm sorry if I sound like a crotchety old man here, and if that's the case, it's probably because I am a crotchety old man.
A crotchety old man whose time is growing increasingly limited and short.
But this is an intermittent problem, and I'm going to have to give you guys the whole story without mincing words.
If a few of you don't like it, tough cheese.
This is the real world here, and I have to live and work in it.
First off, I get hundreds of emails every week to the point where if I sat down and carefully typed out a full and considered answer to all of them, I would be doing nothing else for 12 hours a day except answering emails.
And you wouldn't be hearing me now because I wouldn't have time to do this show.
This is actually an old pathology within the movement.
I call it the Committee of Correspondence Syndrome.
I noticed back in the day, when I began to get a little well-known, that we have certain people among us of a more cerebral type, who seem to feel that our movement should consist of a small group of frustrated intellectuals and would-be writers, armchair Caesar types, most of whom have very little in the way of actual academic credentials,
who want to sit in their studies, or more likely at their Formica kitchen tables, And write each other long, elegant, erudite letters describing the problem in endless detail.
Letters doing what the right wing has always done best.
Constant complaint and impotent vituperation.
These pseudo-intellectuals want to spend their time in a little narcissistic, self-admiring circle-jerk writing each other long, long letters that no one else will ever read or give a damn about.
Moaning and moaning and whining about how horrible it all is and how we've been so hard-done by fate and so hideously butt-fucked by life.
On and on, year after year, like we were 18th century squires or merchant princes writing to each other from our mansions and estates, which, of course, is what most of the actual founding fathers were.
On more than one occasion, I've actually had some of these guys tell me that we need to form a Committee of Correspondence like the Founding Fathers did back in the early 1770s, when guys like John Adams and Thomas Jefferson and Benjamin Franklin did, in fact, spend a lot of time writing one another long, long letters on the political and economic situation in the colonies, many of which have since been published in things like the Federalist Papers and so on.
Those letters are genuine historical documents.
The fact seems to escape these people that in those days there were no telephones or television cable channels or email, and letters by post coach that took a couple of weeks to travel from Massachusetts to Philadelphia or Virginia were the only way for the Founding Fathers to communicate.
They also didn't seem to notice that after an interval of preparation, the Founding Fathers laid down their quill pens and picked up their muskets.
We have been in the Committee of Correspondence stage for 70 years now, and we seem no nearer to actually doing anything.
This is another case of what I call movement sympathetic magic, an attempt to turn back the clock by imitating the outward manifestations of an earlier and better age.
In a way, the Committee of Correspondence Syndrome is kind of an intellectual version of the same movement pathology that believes that we can bring back the 1930s and the days of the Third Reich by dressing up in faux SA uniforms with swastika armbands and running around in tiny groups waving a sign.
Yes, I know.
For a time, I fell for that one myself.
But I grew out of it.
Some of these people never do.
And when I pass their emails on to Wallace or Harley James so that they can at least get some kind of polite response in some kind of reasonable time, they get all offended and their noses get all out of joint because I don't sit down and engage in a long, detailed personal correspondence, usually with a total stranger whose true identity and true agenda I don't know about all life's deep and ponderable issues.
Sorry guys, I know you don't like it, but in more and more cases from now on you're going to have to lump it.
Believe it or not, my time is in fact becoming increasingly short.
And this is a good thing.
If, after ten years back in the homeland, I was still sitting around twiddling my thumbs, and I had the time to engage in long personal email debates with total strangers, then that would be a bad sign.
But the mountain is finally starting to move, and that means that our whole operating methodology is going to have to change.
I'll talk about that a little bit in my final rave, but for now, here's another Christmas song.
One of my favorite Christmas carols was always Good King Wenceslas, and so I looked around on the internet for a good version of it.
I found a couple of what I suppose you might call the traditional version of the song, but then I found this, which is a kind of lilac-y, new-age, renaissance fair version with a kind of a hippy-dippy arrangement, but it's not too bad, I don't think.
This is Blackmore's Night.
Blackmore's Night
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Here look age and stand by me If I'm most entailing Beyond the peasant, who is he?
Where and what is dwelling?
So he lives a goodly end Underneath the mountain Right against the forest fence By St. Agnes passing Bring me bread and bring me wine Bring me pan or silver Now and I will see him dying When
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We're going to have to make all those changes due to the fact that, I'm not kidding, at long last we're starting to see some progress.
Just a tiny bit, but the mountain really is finally beginning to move.
You have no idea how long I've waited to say that.
One result of the Mike Harris show at the beginning of this month, at least I think it was the Mike Harris show, is that we've gotten an upsurge, not just in inquiries, but in local contacts here in the homeland itself.
Contacts that will be developing more fully in the new year.
So hopefully we'll have twice as many guests at our Thanksgiving dinner next year as we had this year.
Our main problem has never been ideology or strategy.
After all, the Northwest Front has the only real plan for real-world implementation of the 14 words anywhere in the white nationalist movement.
Our problem has always been boots on the ground.
Real, live human bodies here in the Northwest homeland instead of people simply sitting behind their computers scattered all over the country.
Now it looks like there is finally some forward motion on that front and some definite improvement in our personnel situation on the horizon.
Of course, that means that we're also entering a very dangerous period.
As long as I was just a kind of lone nut sitting off in a hole somewhere sending out emails on my computer to a few hundred scattered addresses around the globe, Zog and Zog's secret police weren't too worried about the Northwest.
Now it's five novels later, we've got Radio Free Northwest with a weekly listenership in the thousands, even if it is in the low thousands, and we're all over YouTube despite the best efforts of the Jews to pull our material offline.
We haven't hatched yet, but the first few cracks in the eggshell are starting to appear as we begin to peck our way out, and if the enemy have any sense, that worries them.
This means that in the coming year, we may finally see the long-awaited official attack on the Northwest Movement that I've been expecting for so long.
What form that attack will take, I have no idea.
We'll just have to see how it plays out.
The year 2011 was, all in all, a good one for us, but it had some bad points.
We've lost some comrades this year, in part due to the Obama Depression and the various things that white people have to do simply to survive in Obama's America, but also, frankly, due to just plain old age in some cases.
The old movement generation, my generation, is starting to die out.
We all knew that this would come one day, of course.
And for many years we were sickened and depressed by what we saw succeeding us, which was largely nothing.
I believe now that there will in fact be a new generation of white nationalists to take up the torch.
And not just because we have a lot of young people swaggering and boasting and talking shit on Facebook.
I'm starting to meet younger men now, in the flesh, who seem to have at least some of the spark and the will of the struggle that we had back in my day.
And I'm more thankful for it than anyone can imagine.
Let's hope that that spark catches fire soon.
Next week I will be airing our second annual all-music show here on Radio Free Northwest, which I suppose now makes that a tradition, since I've done it two years in a row.
So this is effectively the last podcast as such for 2011.
It goes without saying that I hope everyone listening to this has a very Merry Christmas and a great New Year.
2012 is going to be a very interesting year indeed, and we need to hit the ground running.
Our usual Gooboo crew will be back with you on January the 5th.
Until then, our best wishes to all of you out there in these trying times.
Radio Free Northwest is brought to you by the Northwest Front, Post Office Box 4856, Seattle, Washington, 98104.
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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