Jan. 26, 2012 - Radio Free Nortwest - H.A. Covington
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Oh, then tell me, Sean O 'Farrell, tell me why you hurry so.
Hush-a-wookle, hush and listen, and his cheeks were all aglow.
I bear orders from the captain, get you ready quick and soon, for the pikes must be together by the rising of the moon.
By the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon, for the pikes must be together by the rising of the moon.
Oh, then tell me, Sean O 'Farrell, where the gathering is to be.
In the old spot by the river, rightful known to you and me.
One more roar for signal, token, whistle up and arching 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.
Which arrived upon your shore by the rising of the moon.
Out from many a mud wall cabin eyes were watching through the night.
Many a manly chest was throbbing for the blessed warning light.
The waters passed along the valleys like the man she's lonely crew.
And a thousand blades were flashing at the rising of the moon.
At the rising of the moon, at the rising of the moon.
And a thousand days were fleshing out Rising all the way It's January the 26th, 2012.
I'm Harold Covington, and this is Radio Free Northwest.
To begin this week's podcast, I'm going to give you an Edgar Steele update.
Now, we haven't had one of those recently.
Not because we've forgotten Ed, but because we wanted to make sure that the regime was through giving him diesel therapy and moving him around, and he's most likely in his permanent location.
In Ed's case, probably his final location.
They seem to have dumped him in the federal prison in Victorville, California, which is notorious even within the hideous federal prison system as a real hellhole.
A place where the United States warehouses inconvenient people until they die.
Needless to say, it's a maximum security prison.
And Ed is now surrounded by nigger and Mexican gang members, sexual predators, and genuine killers, probably by way of encouraging his own death.
If Edgar Steele doesn't die of his own poor health, or from having his medication withheld, if his captors get tired of waiting for him to die naturally, then some nigger guard will slip some animal a carton of cigarettes, and Ed will be stabbed to death in the shower or set on fire in his bunk while he's asleep.
When was the last time you heard of any prison guards or wardens or any government official being disciplined in any way for a death in custody?
Happens all the time.
This is the fate that Barack Obama and Barack Obama's lick-spittle lackeys imposed on a 66-year-old man who, even if he did do what they said he did, which as it happens he did not, did nothing more than utter a few words into a federal microphone by a man who was sent to his home by the government wired for sound with the express mission to entrap and destroy him.
The man who actually wired a bomb to Cindy Steele's car, the federal and former Larry Fairfax, is now in a halfway house somewhere in Idaho or eastern Washington, his identity and his location legally protected.
He will be completely free in a couple of months.
He may even have his citizenship restored in time to vote for Obama in November.
Think about that.
Anyone can now be torn from their home and their family and sent to die in prison for nothing but words.
And if you won't say the words, electronics experts paid with your tax dollars will fabricate audio recordings of you saying them.
Because, yes, in this case, Edgar Steele really was framed.
I have thought long and hard about why the government would go to such lengths to arrest and imprison on false charges a man who was no conceivable threat to them and who was recovering from serious open-heart surgery.
It seems mystifying.
Some have theorized that it was because Ed was writing a book that would have exposed the Jewish role in human trafficking for the international sex trade, what used to be called white slavery, but I've always doubted that.
Different ethnic organized crime mobs have always had specialties.
In Europe and the Middle East, it's Albanians for drugs, Turks for hot cars, Russians for bank fraud and white-collar crime.
Georgians for smuggling stolen merchandise, Chechens for heavy stuff like gunrunning, and Corsicans for muscle and assassination, and Israelis for women, white women from Eastern Europe who are lured from the Ukraine and Bulgaria and all over the Balkans by the tens of thousands every year, kidnapped and gang-raped by Jewish pimps and turned out to work as hookers.
Everybody knows this.
The Israeli mob's control of international prostitution is an open secret, to the point where I doubt that Ed Steele was framed simply for writing and talking about what the FBI, of all people, know perfectly well, including the fact that there are Israeli OC gangs in Los Angeles, New York, Chicago, and South Florida who are bringing these slave women into this country.
The FBI doesn't touch them.
They have more important things to do, like fabricating audio tapes against 66-year-old cardiac patients in Idaho.
I've come to the conclusion that the Edgar Steele case happened because the secret police wanted to see just how far they could go, what they could get away with by way of plain and simple fabricating a case from the ground up against an American citizen.
The FBI especially has always been very frustrated that the Patriot Act, the Military Commissions Act of 2006, And all that other 9-11 legislation was, at least officially, directed against dark-skinned Muslim foreigners.
And all the fun stuff, like the really heavy torture, can only be done offshore, in places like Guantanamo Bay and Abu Ghraib and those secret CIA prisons in Romania and Bulgaria.
Why should the CIA get all the fun?
The FBI has a whole list of white Americans, wicked racists and conservatives that they want to lock up and torture and probably kill just on general principles.
I'm probably on it, and so is Rush Limbaugh, although he most likely won't believe it until our friends in the silk suits are wiring the electrodes to his balls.
The FBI and Secret Service and BATFE have always found it very annoying that the CIA and the Mossad and the Blackwater subcontractors get to have all the fun.
They want to have fun with white Americans that they hate, and I think Edgar Steele was a project along that line.
Now, of course, if they'd waited about 18 months, they wouldn't have had to frame Edgar Steele.
Now that the National Defense Authorization Act has been passed, all they would have to do is get a piece of paper signed by Barry Sotoro or any other quote-unquote competent legal authority, such as nigger U.S. Attorney General Eric Holder, who's publicly stated that he will not pursue civil rights cases against blacks who victimize whites on racial grounds.
Then they could have arrested Steele and dragged him away to an undisclosed location and beat him and tortured him all they wanted.
I won't read out Edgar Steele's address on the air here because it's too long and complicated, but I will refer you to my personal blog, which is called Thought Crime.
It's at downwithjuggiers, that's D-O-W-N-W-I-T-H-J-U-G-E-A-R-S, downwithjuggiers, all one word, dot blogspot.com.
As you can tell, I first put this blog up seven years ago when Juggiers Bush was still in power.
I look at the entry for January 25, 2012, and you'll find Edgar Steele's address in Victorville.
I'm going to make a formal proposal now to all our listeners.
We need to make the Edgar Steele Project our biggest letter-writing campaign ever.
We don't just need to let Ed know he's not forgotten.
We need to let his captors know as well.
Remember...
These bastards are far less inclined to do bad things in the cells in the middle of the night to prisoners whom they know have people on the outside who care and who will ask questions and demand answers.
Writing to Ed Steele may well turn out to be a matter of life and death.
His.
We need to inaugurate the most massive letter-writing campaign in movement history to make sure that this hero of the Northwest is not forgotten.
I'll be speaking more about this in future podcasts.
I'll be speaking more about this in future podcasts.
Amen.
you Hi guys, this is Axis Sally, and I survived the snowstorm.
Thank you all for the inquiries and well wishes.
I was without light and heat for a few days and had no phone or computer.
I was completely snowed in and couldn't leave the house.
I brewed coffee on a wood stove, and it took an hour to make one small cup.
That'll kick a Starbucks habit fast.
The worst thing about all the snow is the amount of driving I do each day.
Remember when it was common to live, work, shop, and socialize in one town?
Now it's common for people to visit three or more towns in their waking hours each day.
That's part of what I like about the area where Harold and the studio are.
Everything you could possibly need is right here in one small area, so you can do the things you need to do all at once and not drive 100 miles a day like I do.
Even after all that, I'm still glad I live in the Pacific Northwest and not some mud-infested hot place like California or Florida having to hear salsa music blaring from the Starbucks.
I wanted to say a few words about the late Colonel House.
I didn't know him well, and our paths crossed only a few times.
Honestly, we did not like each other.
He thought I was some kind of spy, and I thought he was weird.
We mainly ignored each other after we made our dislike clear.
Then, shortly after I came here and started working on this program, he called a truce.
I resisted at first, but then remembered why I'm here.
I didn't come here to make friends or to be well-liked.
I came here to help secure a white homeland.
So I later told Dan that I was over it, and that was it.
Two more white nationalists decided to fight the enemy rather than each other.
We didn't become friends and most likely never would have.
But he showed me something I almost never see in our movement.
Someone who will put aside his personal feelings for the greater good.
There was a time when I was concerned that some of the things I said on this program might have prompted one individual in a lesser-known, less successful white group to childishly retaliate against him due to his involvement with Radio Free Northwest.
And I reminded him that, as editor of this program, he could delete any of my words that may later be used against him.
He said, in the longest message I have ever received from him, I will never censor any of your opinions or statements.
You have the moral authority to make value judgments by virtue of the fact that you have dedicated a large portion of your life to the 14 words.
Those who use white nationalism as a tool to extract funds from the Jew and from naive well-wishers deserve no consideration.
From the very little I knew about Dan, I can say that he devoted the entire rest of his life to the Northwest Front.
He was willing to give up several material comforts, work with people he did not like, and put up with retaliation from those who were supposed to be his comrades in order to bring us one more small step forward.
We didn't just lose the guy who could edit this program and produce neat YouTube videos.
We lost someone who had what it took to form an entire country for our kind only.
Technical skills can be replaced, but the mindset to put our cause above anything else in the world is not something we find in just anyone.
This unfortunate sudden loss has made me realize how important it is that we get this thing going, the way Harold and I have been saying for years.
We need to meet people with the skill and mindset that Colonel House had, or who at least come close.
If you can honestly say you want to devote your time to securing the existence of your race, I want to meet you.
Particularly if you live in the homeland already and we have not met, let's change that.
I want to see that all the things people like Dan have worked for are not going to die.
I am sorry that I never got the chance to personally address this true patriot as my comrade.
I don't know how many of you have ever actually been to the Pacific Northwest, but there is a company up here called Les Schwab Tires, and to make a long story short, they're kind of the tire place for this part of the country.
One of Les Schwab's more famous promotions for many years was that they would give away free beef to customers with tire purchases, everything from summer sausage and beef jerky on up to hamburgers and steaks, depending on how many tires you bought and what size, etc.
This promotion was long-running and became quite well-known throughout the Northwest.
Without going into a long explanatory rave about my car, today I found myself in a Les Schwab store buying some tires, and I asked about what kind of free beef I could qualify for.
But they've changed the promotion.
Now you have to register and they have a drawing and you have to wait six months to see if you've won anything, so forth and so on.
I asked the guy at the counter about this and it seems the company is not allowed to give away free beef anymore directly from the store.
I asked him why, and he told me that the US Department of Health kept harassing the hell out of them, constantly showing up at stores and demanding to inspect their beef freezer for health violation and make sure that their meat was packaged correctly and that it wasn't contaminated with mad cow disease, using any excuse they could to find the store or shut down the promotion and confiscate the meat.
No one knows why the US government was bringing its entire force down on this one chain of tire stores in the Pacific Northwest to stop them from giving away summer sausage and frozen steaks, but apparently that's exactly what happened.
My guess is that it was one of the Obama administration's many shakedowns of private enterprise looking for more money to give to its constituent bases in the black and Latino community in the form of welfare and free health care and such.
They probably realize it's not such a good idea just to have Obama's little Jewish friend Ben Bernanke over at the Federal Reserve print up an endless supply and they prefer extorting money from the private sector.
I'm sure if someone in the Les Schwab corporate office were to cough up a few eight-figure bribes to appropriate officials in the government and on the Democratic National Committee, the Department of Health would suddenly have no objection to their promoting their tires by giving away beef.
Rush Limbaugh and Sean Hannity do get a few things right.
The Democrats hate free enterprise, they want to reduce everyone in America to drawing a government paycheck so they can be controlled, and in the meantime, they want to use the private sector as a teat to be milked.
Not that capitalism is any better for the white race in the long run, but at least it's packaged a lot nicer and it's a lot tastier, like those Les Schwab burgers and sausages.
We'll see you next time.
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Okay, we're here with myself, Axis Sally, and Wallace, and we're just going to be going over some ideas and thoughts and news articles and that sort of stuff.
The one thing that kind of pops into my mind right now, Sally, you remember about a month ago or so, we made a comment about the vampire thing up in Forks?
Uh, yes.
That whole Twilight, Eclipse type stuff, and I mentioned that we'd gone up to Forks.
Wallace, you were with us, I think, that day, right?
Yes.
Yeah, I was.
Okay.
We went into a restaurant and we found the whole guest book, scrawled over with Team Jacob and Team Edward and all that sort of stuff.
Anyway, for those of you who aren't aware, there's kind of a vampire craze among young teenage girls, white girls these days.
And I was in the grocery store the other day and I saw this and I figured I'd just get a copy for Sally.
What the hell is this?
Okay, for those of you who can't see this, this is a magazine, a very high-quality, glossy, full-color, very well-done magazine called Dating the Undead.
It looks like a copy of Vanity Fair or Cosmopolitan.
And it's advice for young girls about how to date and capture and seduce and engage in various perverted acts with vampire lovers.
And it's got ads and everything in there.
Oh, you can also, it's got subsections for zombies and angels if you're into those too, but here we go.
Go ahead and read some of them.
Who's your love match?
Vampire, demon, or zombie?
Oh, I can't wait to find out!
Really, guys, you can't see this, but this is an actual Vanity Fair type magazine.
If you didn't know that none of this existed, you'd swear to God it was real.
You don't want to go there, but you can't help it.
You're suspicious that he's cheating.
Immortals have lived a long time, and they know the tricks, so forget searching through texts or credit card receipts for proof of his infidelity.
You know, I never thought of that.
It's like, if I had a vampire boyfriend and he was cheating on me, I don't know, he'd probably be able to fly and vanish into thin air, and, you know, now I can find out.
By the way, there is a racial point to all this.
Really?
Yeah, there is, I swear.
Well, just look over this.
See what you...
You've given advice to the lovelorn on here before, so maybe you can tell some of our female comrades how to get their vampires.
Okay, if he's a vampire and he's cheating on you, let's see.
He says, your bedposts look too much like steaks and he'd be more comfortable sleeping elsewhere.
Okay.
If he's a werewolf, he tells you his skin is sensitive and he doesn't like to be scratched behind his ears anymore.
If he's a zombie, he bought you an engraved heart necklace that says, best friends forever.
Friends?
If he's a demon, he says, I've been having sex with someone else.
Want to join us?
If you're a demon, you'd rather just be a Hollywood Jew, you know?
I'm thinking of things I shouldn't say on here.
If he's an angel...
I'll just edit it out, you know?
Okay, yeah, I was going to say, I've been asked that before, and I don't think they were demons.
Okay.
If he's an angel, there are bald patches in his wings, and they look suspiciously like well-manicured nail marks.
Is this a real thing?
This is an actual magazine.
I bought it in the QFC.
And the thing is, it's big, it's thick, it's very high-quality magazine, professional photography.
Somebody put a lot of money into this, so obviously they expected to make a lot of money out of it.
Now, my point in this, and as I said, there is a racial point.
Young white males these days tend to retreat into video games, into a fantasy world that exists online.
Young white girls, apparently, are also retreating into their own fantasy world of getting carried off and chomped upon by vampire lovers.
And sort of the epitome of all this is the Twilight series of movies, which is filmed right actually here in our neighborhood in Washington.
If you want to see what our part of the homeland is like, check out the first Twilight movie, because it was filmed just up the road here, and you'll see what our countryside is like around here.
There are niggers in this magazine.
I guess I thought only white boys wanted to be skinny little faggoty things with weird tribal tattoos, but no, there's a couple niggers in here.
Oh yeah, we've got to be properly diverse.
Of course.
By the way, in some of the vampire shows, there's nigger vampires as well.
But there's a whole bunch of spinoffs.
There's True Blood and The Vampire Diaries, which, by the way, the liberal columnists in places like Huffington Post and Salon Magazine go ape over these shows.
They have long reviews of these silly things, like they were just the greatest cinema since Citizen Kane.
So, obviously, it's fulfilling some kind of need for liberals as well.
What the hell is that?
Got blood?
That's an ad, I think.
I won't even try to describe that one to the listeners, but the thing is that Zombielicious, what is that, a cake?
Yeah, a brain-shaped cake.
It's some kind of, oh, Rot Pockets.
Rot Pockets, okay.
I guess, oh, they're coming out of the toaster there, yeah.
That's what you fix your zombie boyfriend when he comes home, like Rot Pockets.
Young white people are seeking to escape this dumpster that we live in through all kinds of ways.
Sometimes it's drugs.
Sometimes it's just general futility, becoming an emo and lounging around mom's basement, sighing over the whichness of what or something like that.
But this apparently has become a multi-million dollar industry.
Providing an escape fantasy for young white girls, just as young white boys escape online into games like World of Warcraft, where they can pretend to be dwarf dragon slayers and that type of stuff.
White girls apparently dream of being carried off by the actor Robert Pattinson and, you know, bitten and whatnot.
I've actually seen a couple of these things, and there's two significant factors.
Number one, the good vampire, who's the boyfriend, always hates being a vampire and doesn't really want to be a vampire, doesn't want to live to be 600 years old, and always just all so horrible, and he's usually looking for some way to change back into a mortal so he can grow old and lose his job and have no social security when he retires under Obama and that sort of stuff.
I mean, it makes perfect sense to me.
The second thing is that the girl does not want to be turned into a vampire.
So you have this dichotomy where this girl is going to allegedly engage in this lifelong, passionate, loving relationship with some guy who will never grow old.
And the one thing they never quite seem to address is how the vampire is going to react when his true love is 75 years old and doesn't have any teeth.
That looks like legitimate recipes there.
Yeah, these are real food.
This might actually be useful.
But again, I have to repeat, this is a magazine that some corporation put a lot of work into.
They hired writers, they did top-notch photography, the production is, like I say, on par with Vanity Fair and Cosmopolitan, so they clearly understand that there is a huge market for this drivel.
Somebody must be buying it, and I'm afraid that the people who are buying it or buying into it are a lot of young white girls.
God knows, I imagine it's hard enough being a young person of either sex these days, but we really don't need our young people getting distracted by this kind of garbage.
And in a way, this thing looks very funny, but it's not.
It's pretty chilling when you think about it because you realize...
Drop dead devil.
What the...
Okay.
All right.
Some killer cocktail recipes.
I don't drink anything that ends with teeny.
Okay.
Well, I think one good point you made, Harold, was you specifically stated the reason it's chilling and haunting is not because we're being a bunch of humbugs here or whatever.
It really is because you said it's a distraction.
And that's what all of these things are.
One thing that I noticed going through the university is all of the politically correct crap that was in there.
The way I coped with it was when I wasn't working my part-time job or whatever, I'd go sit in my room and read White Power or some other white national.
But a lot of these other students who, in their minds and in their hearts, really don't give into this liberal, politically correct nonsense.
They can retreat to their games and their fantasy worlds and things like that that you said.
And, first impression, these things might appear harmless.
Well, they're not hurting anybody, therefore it's not a problem.
Well, the truth is, they're hurting themselves and they're hurting their race, is what they're doing.
And no, that's not okay.
But the rationale for them is, it's okay, yeah, I'll just sit here and just deal with this politically correct nonsense as long as I can still keep my toys and my distractions and make myself feel good all the time.
No one is forcing white people, young white people, or anybody else for that matter, to confront reality.
There is always an escape.
That's always been the problem with America.
It's been so big and so rich that it's always been possible for the white man to escape.
I think that's one of the reasons our comrades in Europe do so much better in many respects than we do here is because in an island the size of Britain, let's say, there is no place to escape.
They just don't have the physical space.
They can't pack up and move, especially if you're living in a council estate and the government is your landlord and you have to get all kinds of government permission just to move out of your house.
Then you have to be rehoused by the council and all this sort of stuff.
So this is a very large part of our problem is there's always been a place for the white man to go to escape having to confront the problems.
Anything else you want to say about it?
No, I'm going to be occupied for weeks now with my vampire magazine.
I'll be back next month sometime.
I suppose we'll have to schedule your trips for after dark.
Okay, while Sally is pouring over her vampire magazine, let's take a look at the news off Drudge Report.
This is something we're just experimenting with here.
We're just going to go over the internet and see what we see that's worth commenting on.
Heavy political stuff.
Obama has just cut the defense spending drastically.
Blah, blah, blah.
Says, we can't fight two wars at the same time.
Well, that's exactly what we've been doing, actually.
Under Obama, at one stage, we were fighting four that I know of.
Iraq, Afghanistan, Yemen, and Libya.
But, of course, we've got an election coming here.
Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da.
Okay.
Do you see anything in there?
I'm looking for gays and Jews, like always.
Okay.
Heavily armed DHS officers set up an ID checkpoint in the Social Security office.
Okay.
Oh, yeah.
I wonder why they would need that, what the rationale is.
It should be interesting to see that.
This is from Prison Planet.
I know a lot of people don't like Alex Jones, but DHS officers armed with semi-automatic set up unannounced ID checkpoint in a Social Security office.
Residents of Leesburg, Florida, were shocked to see their local Social Security office turned into a random homeland.
What are they doing here?
This is weird.
They just, apparently these goons just showed up at the social security office, surrounded the place, and went through and got all the geezers' IDs and patted them down, and they're just, this...
Well, they're detecting the presence of unauthorized persons and potentially disruptive or dangerous activities.
In a social security office full of 70-year-old retirees.
Yeah, you know how they get sometimes...
Yeah, they get wild on that Maalox, and they start clubbing each other with their walkers and their canes.
Well, I remember when I...
I was in a Social Security office the last time.
There was a sign up saying that it is a federal offense to intimidate, harass, kill anyone who worked at the Social Security office.
Now, I didn't know we had to have signs saying that it's illegal to kill people, but in case you were wondering, you just have to read the sign.
What, were the signs in Spanish as well?
Yes, they were.
Okay, well, it could well be that the Mexicans don't know it's illegal to kill people.
I don't know.
I'm looking over this.
I can't see what the hell they thought they were doing.
The DHS is in charge of the TSA, the Transportation Safety Agency, and they're the ones that brought in the naked body scanners.
Oh, by the way, very soon you're going to have to go through a naked body scanner when you get on a train.
I swear to God, it looks to me like these DHS people are just seeing how much they can get away with.
And, of course, they can get away with anything.
I don't think they've quite internalized that yet.
But, I mean, let's face it, nobody's going to do anything about these assholes.
Okay.
Wave of gang shootings sweeps across Sweden.
Students laugh at Obama when he tells them, you inspire me.
Well, they should inspire him.
They're dumb enough to vote for him, which is probably one of the reasons he got into office, because all these morons listen to their TV, so yeah, I think that would be pretty inspiring to him.
Well, let's see where he was.
Let's see if this was a high school.
I can imagine Obama actually showing up at some ordinary high school, which is full of niggers and Mexicans.
I'm sure some of our younger people know what it's like nowadays to attend an assembly in some of these high schools.
You know, the niggers, Mexicans just yelling and screaming and throwing stuff at each other, and they won't shut up and probably wouldn't even shut up for Obama.
I want you to know that you're the reason I ran for this office in the first place.
You remind me what we're still fighting for.
You know, I have often had a fantasy of getting some...
Super-duper computer hacker and secret service guys, prick up your ears now because this might interest you because I might be plotting against our beloved president.
I would love to get some sort of computer hack and get into Obama's teleprompter and quietly reprogram something, well, something addressed from the Oval Office.
Somebody apparently screwed him up the other day when he was addressing the Iowa caucuses by video conference.
Apparently he looked 75 years old.
There was some kind of technical malfunction and his hair looked gray and somebody was messing with him there.
But I'd love to get into that teleprompter as he was reading it and just nothing ridiculous because I wouldn't want him to pick up on it.
But I'd love to see if I could get Obama to say rubber baby buggy bumpers on the air.
Just right in the middle of the speech.
He's going along like my fellow Americans.
We must restore our economy to a state of rubber baby buggy bumpers.
That's what you would do if you had access to the teleprompter.
Well, the object is to get him to actually say it.
I mean, I'm assuming that even this nigger is not quite so dumb that if I started having him describe his gay experiences as a college student or something like that, I mean, he'd probably pick up on it and he'd stop that.
And he'd look confused and say, oh, well, what, what, what?
Which actually may be effective as well.
I mean, you could just throw in something about Northwest Front.
Oh, yeah, that would be...
Well, it would also be kind of good.
Not to do it without doing the Secret Service kicking down my door and dragging me off to Guantanamo Bay.
Although they don't need to do that anymore.
We were talking on last week's episode, or a week before, with the National Defense Authorization Act.
Obama no longer needs to send Americans even to Guantanamo Bay.
He now has the authority to detain American citizens on U.S. soil, without trial, without charge, indefinitely.
And the only people that seem to even have noticed this and squawked about it a little was some liberals on their blog.
I really don't think people comprehend just how potentially bad things are getting, but right now, these people can legally do anything they want.
We've now established that the President of the United States can kill a U.S. citizen without trial, simply by ordering the military to do so, because he did that a few months ago to this guy in Yemen.
True, so far, they're keeping it outside the country, but the legal precedent is there, and I'm babbling in.
This is Steve Earle.
Music I took a stroll on the old long walk of the day.
I met a little girl and I stopped to talk.
I'll find something.
And I asked you a friend.
What's a fella to do?
Cause her hair is black and her eyes are blue.
Had a new ride then.
I've been taking a whirl.
And a saw till prime with a Galway girl.
We're halfway there when the rain came down on the day.
She asked me up to her flat downtown on a fine soft day.
And I asked you, my friend, what's a fella to do?
Cause her hair was black and her eyes are blue.
I took her hand and I gave her a twirl.
Oh, and I lost my heart to a Galway girl.
Thank you.
Thank you.
hard to take it home.
And I ask people now, tell me what would you do if her hair's black and her eyes are blue.
Cause I've traveled around, I've been all over this world.
Boys, I ain't never seen nothing like a Galway girl.
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All right, we haven't done any email for a while.
Here's a question that our regular commentator, Gretchen the Librarian, sent me a while back.
Dear Harold, in one of your podcasts several weeks ago, when you were asking listeners to help out financially, you mentioned that in order to accomplish anything in politics, one has to have either money or a gun, and that if we had money, we could buy our way out of this mess instead of shooting our way out of it.
Could you explain further how we could buy ourselves out of this?
I'm excited to hear how we could make this safer and avoid violence, if possible.
Signed, Gretchen.
Alright, I've said things like this before.
I have personally seen and experienced what might be referred to as direct action for political and social change, at least on the periphery.
I grew up in the 60s, when it is arguable that the liberal left was able to pull off a fairly bloodless revolution, culminating in the overthrow of an American president in 1974.
I have lived in two countries where the government did not enjoy a credible monopoly of armed force, Rhodesia and Ireland.
And I have personally seen the results of things like landmines and IRA bombs and other stuff I won't get into.
And the point I'm trying to make here, Gretchen, and all of you, is that I'm not just some egghead sitting here in an ivory tower talking and writing about things that I know nothing about.
I know enough about these things firsthand so that I would never, ever voluntarily unleash this kind of thing here, largely on my own people, no matter how deluded and dumbass they are.
If there was any hope of changing the world without direct action, but there isn't.
I would never, ever even consider such a thing if the present power structure in this country left us any choice.
But they haven't left us any choice.
None at all.
If anything, this present dog and pony show we're going through right now with this Republican primary is proof, if any further proof was needed, that the American electoral system is a joke and a complete waste of time.
The only individual who can, by any remote reasoning, be described as a genuine alternative candidate, Ron Paul, is being marginalized, silenced, and pushed out of the process.
There is no way he's getting the nomination, and if he did, I'd almost be willing to guarantee that some funny little man would step out of the crowd with a gun in his hand, like what happened to George Wallace in 1972.
Let me say something right now.
If we had a proportional representation system in this country, like they do in other places around Europe and the world, including Israel, oddly enough, then I would be a parliamentary politician.
If all we had to do was get 5% of the vote in a general election, which I believe is the usual percentage in most countries that use PR, and then our party would receive so many seats in Parliament or Congress according to what the percentage was, and important proviso, provided that the votes were counted honestly, then I would use that system rather than contemplate anything else.
Hell, I got more than 5% during 3 out of 4 campaigns I ran in North Carolina back in the 70s and 80s.
I firmly believe that given a level playing field and equal access to the media of communication, it would be possible to persuade the majority of white people in this country of the justice and the rectitude of our cause and assume power legally.
After all, that's how Adolf Hitler did it.
But we don't have proportional representation in America.
We don't have a level playing field.
We don't have fair and equal access to the media.
Instead, we have a deeply dishonest system designed to keep the wealthy and the Jewish and the liberal in perpetual power.
Instead, we have a secret police who fabricate audio recordings in order to imprison sick old men and torture them like horrible children pulling wings off flies.
Instead, we have Barack Hussein Obama, A mulatto criminal who was elected by massive vote fraud in 2008 and who has now appropriated to himself the power to imprison American citizens at will, in secret, without trial or due process of law.
And who has also appropriated to himself the power to murder American citizens at will without any legal process whatsoever.
A power that he has used at least twice that we know of in the past six months.
Always remember the purpose of democracy is to prevent change.
By providing a false appearance of change through a game of musical chairs, where the same players sit in many different chairs and wear many different hats, but always the same players.
Now the Democrats plan to return Obama to office through another fraudulent election, then legalize the 30 million illegal third world aliens who have crept into this country and give them the vote to make sure of perpetual power for themselves.
Within a generation, nothing will remain of anything that you or I would recognize as America.
So tell me, Gretchen, what choice do we have?
But getting to your question, finally, let's dream the dream here.
Let's assume that my wildest fantasy comes true.
Let's say that one day there's a knock on my door and I open it and I find a little old man standing outside who tells me, I like your style, young Harry.
Here's a little something to get you going.
And he hands me a cashier's check for, say, $25 million.
Kind of like Jed Clampett, or whatever other fantastic sum you can imagine.
Anyway, for the sake of argument, let's just assume that for once, finally, we have a white nationalist movement that is adequately financed and able to professionalize by hiring talented white people to put their abilities at the service of the movement, full-time.
I believe that if, through some cosmic miracle, something like that were to happen, this being the kind of society it is where money is power, it would be possible to at least avert a lot of the worst bloodshed and destruction.
Although, considering the people we're going up against, it would still get pretty nasty.
The National Socialist Kampfzeit, the time of struggle in Germany from 1920 to 1933, Claimed about a thousand lives in the street fighting between the SA and the communists and other kinds of direct action, things like the death of Horst Wessel, so forth and so on, but the entire fabric of German society wasn't torn apart like it was in Russia and in most other revolutions.
A lot of this was because Adolf Hitler was able to secure something like adequate financing for the NSDAP through wealthy backers and dues from a mass organization.
A mass organization of the kind which Americans, unfortunately, don't have the discipline to create and maintain.
But if we had money in the NF, we would be able to afford to pay bulldozers and graders and road crews to come in and level that playing field.
We would be able to buy our way into the mainstream media, not just by buying advertising, but by running things like political campaigns and staging events that they couldn't ignore.
In the final analysis, Americans will do anything for money, even cut their own throats.
And that includes media people.
If you can riffle a roll of $100 bills under somebody's nose, eventually you will find someone willing to sell you airtime on their TV station and full-page ads in their newspaper and rent you meeting halls for events.
At long last, we would be able to break out of the bubble.
And more than our paltry little 4,000 listeners per week would be able to hear the Northwest Front message.
When the enemy try and use the law to stop us, there are enough hungry lawyers out there so that if we have enough money, we can afford to buy some justice.
Our whole situation would change.
We'd be kind of like that idiot Jew Tevye the Milkman in Fiddler on the Roof singing about If I Were a Rich Man.
I would be able to hire people who, like all self-centered and narcissistic Americans, would do for money what they should be giving voluntarily, because it's right.
That's just who we are.
The fact is that we're not our great-grandfathers anymore, and despite all my bitching and moaning, I know it.
I bitch about it now all the time because I can't do anything about it.
But with that $25 million, I'd no longer have to wait for this big spiritual transformation in our people to take place.
We could higher done what needed doing, build a base that would raise still more money, get the Northwest Republic, and then once we had state power in our hands, then we could work on rebuilding white people's hearts and minds and souls and characters, starting with the children.
I think we'll find it's really easy once we have taken the power into our own hands and knocked the Jews and the Americans in the head.
With adequate money, the Northwest Front could build communities here in the Northwest by providing at least some measure of assisted passage for genuinely impoverished white families who simply can't leave Arkansas or Maine or Ohio or California right now because they haven't got two beans to rub together.
Probably living under a bridge someplace.
We really could send the magic carpet to lift them and their children up and whisk them out of the nigger ghettos and the Mexican barrios where they're now imprisoned and here to the homeland.
We could give them someplace to live and something to do when they got here.
And, of course, we could hire and train the research and investigative staff to vet such people beforehand and make sure that theirs really is a genuine hard luck story and they're not just lazy American slackers and buttheads who are too dumb and dysfunctional to be of any good to themselves or anybody else.
Look, I think we can all imagine in our minds what could be done if we had adequate funds.
What we always seem to forget is that there are millions of white people out there who would agree with us, heart and soul, and probably start packing the U-Haul trailer for the homeland tomorrow.
But they don't know we're here.
Gretchen, you ask how we could possibly win without violence and bloodshed, or at least an excess of violence and bloodshed if we had money.
Well, that's how.
We can use the money to let people know we are here and what we stand for and what we want and do it in a responsible, constructive, and reasonable manner.
If we don't have money, we're reduced to what amount to publicity stunts to try and break through the wall of silence and let our own people know that we're here.
We have to jump up and down shouting, look at me, look at me!
And the unfortunate truth of human nature is that people tend to notice you more if you've got a gun in your hand.
Anyway, speaking of Gretchen, here she is.
Good evening, comrades.
This evening, I'm going to start talking about one of the books that Harold got me for Christmas, and I'm going to be doing a few of those in the coming few weeks.
This first one that I decided to read is a very short book called Gruesome Harvest, the Allied Post-War War Against the German People.
This is a book that would go very well with Savitri's Gold in the Furnace.
It's a book about what happened after the war and the great destitution in Germany at the time.
A tremendous problem of destroyed infrastructure, of hunger.
A lot of women turning to prostitution for maybe just a candy bar or a pair of stockings.
And there are men that are being shipped off to labor camps, often in the Soviet Union.
There were executions going on of people who had been in the government.
Actually, as a child, I knew someone whose father had been executed by the French at around this time, so it was a very difficult time, needless to say, for Germany.
At the time, Germany was divided into four zones.
French, British, American, and Soviet zone.
And eventually all of this zoning led to East and West Germany and to a divided Berlin, which was a situation really up until the early 90s that everyone was living with, and of course also leading to the Iron Curtain in Eastern Europe and to all the satellite states that were under communism.
So reading this really was a trip down memory lane for me.
Because I started thinking about the struggle against communism, which started to heat up during the 80s, during the Cold War.
And I started thinking about the Gdansk shipyard and what was going on with the Solidarity Union and with LaFluenza.
And so I looked him up to learn a bit more about him.
He was a union activist that really made solidarity into an advocate for free trade unions rather than just an organization that would deal with wage disputes, for example.
So with the help of Pope John Paul, he became so popular in Poland that eventually he was elected prime minister.
And then as he continued to fight against communist influence, he actually became the president.
With Pope John Paul Mofluenza, the territory of Poland came under much less communist influence than it had been before and eventually became a free state that had essentially broken away from Soviet influence.
Another thing that happened to help break up the Soviet Union was the appearance of Gorbachev himself.
But he was a reformer.
He was of a younger generation.
And he really wanted there to be more truthfulness.
He wanted there to be more openness within the Soviet press.
And so he started the whole Glasnost and Perestroika ideas.
And, of course, other things that were going on with the Soviet Union.
There was a serious revenue drain in the sense that during the early 80s, the Soviet Union was building up more of a nuclear arsenal.
They really could not afford that.
Another thing that happened with Gorbachev, and he didn't mean to do this, but he decided that certainly alcoholism was a serious problem in the Soviet Union.
And so he wanted to discourage drinking, which is a very good thing, except that the unintended consequence was that there were fewer tax revenues from people buying alcohol, which was also a blow to the Soviet Union economically.
And then the other thing that happened to the Soviet Union The Soviet Union was the Chernobyl disaster.
So really, the Soviet Union was more and more financially bankrupt, and they had more and more problems with nationalist groups, like the Armenians, the Ukraine.
This is like Georgia.
Everybody wanted to break away and have their own countries.
And so eventually also the Russians wanted to declare themselves as separate from the Soviet Union.
So suddenly that had broken up.
Once Hungary was no longer communist, a lot of the Germans that wanted to go from East Germany to West Germany were sneaking through Hungary.
And so eventually, Germany also became reunified.
And it became officially reunified in 19...
I think it was 19...
even 1990, come to think of it.
So those were all very exciting developments that I got to witness, and I was always very interested in what was going on in Europe.
There were times when I was actually keeping my eye more on what was going on in Europe than what was going on here domestically.
In Germany, they even have liberated neighborhoods.
There's one neighborhood, I'm not sure how this is pronounced, but it looks like Jammel.
J-A-M, I don't know if it's A-L or E-L, but that is now a nationalist area.
So, particularly in eastern Germany, and particularly in the town of Dresden, which was, of course, so devastated during the war.
It's hard to imagine that anyone survived the bombing of Dresden.
It was so intense that it seemed compared to Hiroshima and Nagasaki, but of course those were unimaginably bad because those were actually atomic bombings.
It's really been fascinating for me when I think about all I've seen in my lifetime in terms of the breakup of the Iron Curtain and the Eastern Bloc.
Would I recommend this book?
I think that if you're going to read something like The Gold in the Furnace, I think this would be an excellent historical background.
And, of course, you can watch the history of Poland.
You can get the idea of how terrible things were, especially in Germany and really throughout Europe at the end of the war.
It's certainly a reminder, I think, in terms of the Northwest Front not to get too greedy with territory, because when things go south for us, they really do in a big way.
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The name of the band is Moving Hearts.
Their lead singer, Flo McSweeney, is, or was in her day, one of the hottest things in blue jeans on any stage, and the song is called The Storm.
The Storm
I announced the death of Dan Coplitz on several of my blogs last week, and I'm deeply gratified by the response that I received from so many of you.
But, of course, there were other responses, which I won't get into.
Those responses were from Jews.
How could I tell?
Well, it's hard for me to explain, but there is a certain combination of shrill, hysterical, and obscene venom.
That after you spend as many years as I have in this thing of ours, you just learn to recognize.
I sometimes allow these comments through on the blogs as a kind of joke to demonstrate what sickos our enemies are, but I didn't in this case because there wasn't anything remotely funny about them, and it would have been very inappropriate indeed to desecrate a comrade's grave with such filth.
But I did shake my head in wonder at the way that it is we who are always described in the media of our enemies as haters.
And our occasional spasmodic acts of resistance are called hate crimes.
You want to see hate, the sickening in humankind that makes you understand why these people have been so despised and held in such loathing and contempt down through the years?
Just check out your average Jew.
But I suppose there is something to it.
Yes, we hate.
Not blacks, at least, not if we're smart.
I hated niggers for a long time, I admit, and only when I grew older did I come to realize that there is no point on earth in hating an animal.
That doesn't mean that you want his species nesting in your basement and killing your dog and biting your children.
We certainly need to get rid of these dark things, and someday we will, but they simply need to be shot and plowed under and forgotten.
Hating them is an incredible waste of time.
They're only doing what their body chemistry and their genetic codes tell them to do.
But yes, we do hate.
We hate those who have done so much wrong to us, to our people, past and present and future, and to the earth around us.
Jews, yes.
My God, how could any normal human being not hate Jews?
But also our own kind who have become so sick and their minds so worm-eaten that they have voluntarily aided the Jew.
We hate the things that these evil people have done to us and continue to do every day.
Everything from the petty bureaucracy and the harassment on the job, those of us who are lucky enough to have jobs, on up to the judicial murder of Edgar Steele and the theft of the 2008 election by George Soros that put a monkey in the White House.
These things are bad, they're wicked, and they should be hated.
We hate the world that these evil people have made, and which they force us to live in like being forced to live in somebody else's toilet.
We hate the way these people have taken everything from us.
Our lives, our dignity, our joy, and our last ray of hope.
We hate the darkness that America surrounds us with.
The time will come when we will hate them all the more for what they will force us to become when the time at long last arrives for us to take the guns out of the closet.
Because even though we win, and we will win after some fashion, whether it's like in my novels or in some other way...
They will still have deprived us of the lives in the world that we should have had, the lives in the world that, as recently as a hundred years ago, was still pretty much all ours.
I think we all have some kind of ancestral genetic folk memory of that long-ago world when everybody who mattered was white.
We remember it in our subconscious.
We see bits and pieces of it all around us.
We long for it.
We seek it in our dreams, and one day we will seek it in real life, with weapons in our hands.
And like I said, we'll win.
Now, will the new world that we create on the ruins of Zion be as nice as the old one?
I think so.
I hope so.
But even if it is, there will always be a certain something missing from the old white world.
A certain innocence.
In a way, our past, as bloody and horrible as parts of it were, was a kind of Garden of Eden, precisely because most of us weren't conscious of our race.
It was simply a gift from God that we accepted without question.
But in the past hundred years, like the serpent in the Garden of Eden, the Jews made us taste of the fruit of the tree of knowledge, and we will never forgive them that lost innocence that our great-grandparents knew.
When all the world was white and no one questioned our incredible good fortune to be born and grow into that white world.
That's what the Jews took from us.
And payback is going to be a bitch.
Well, time is up, and so that's it for this week's edition of Radio Free Northwest.
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This is Harold Covington, and I'll see you next week.