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March 1, 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-wooggle, 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 bikes 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, With your bike upon your shoulder 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 morning light.
Warmers passed along the valleys like the man she's lonely crew, And a thousand blades were flashing at the rising of the moon.
Out from many a mud wall cabin eyes were flashing at the rising of the moon.
It's March the 1st, 2012.
I'm Harold Covington, and this is Radio Free Northwest.
We'll start this week with some Northwest Front housekeeping information, so to speak.
First off, thanks to Comrade Elizabeth in Salem, we're now positively awash with business cards.
I've got thousands of the suckers sitting in here on one of my work tables, her original order, and one of my own that I placed.
She was able to set up the template with an online printing company, and I can now order as many cards of this design as we can scrape up the shekels for.
Yes, these are the nice glossy ones with all the good artwork on them, not the various homemade designs that some of you guys run off a couple of hundred or so on your home printers.
Now, that having been said, please do not think that I am in any way knocking or discouraging you comrades who are making and distributing your own cards.
Far from it.
I want you to continue.
We need more designs and more cards always.
And we're going to need millions of these little guys and not just in one pattern.
And above all, we need for all of you to get involved with the NF creatively.
Sending in your voluntary dues of $10 a month is a good thing.
Everybody needs to do it and we can't continue without it.
But when I say that we need support, money is just one aspect of things and in a way not even the most important.
We want you to support the Northwest Republic with your minds and your deeds, not just with your wallets.
Now, if past experience is anything to go by, this latest batch of cards is going to be gone in a couple of weeks.
They're popular items.
We always have plenty of people who are willing to distribute our literature so long as they don't have to make it or pay for it.
Again, that's not a criticism.
It's simply an observation on how things are in the real world where we need to start living.
Any white nationalist group or effort that can provide freebies will never be short of t-shirt youth to distribute them.
That having been said, those of you on the Northwest Revolution list, if you want any of these cards, let me know and I'll send you a hundred or so for free.
Any more than that, and I would appreciate a little something to help, but I don't want to sound like a huckster.
White freedom in a new nation of our own isn't something that is or should be for sale.
It's just that, like I said, we all need to start living in the real world here.
Let me know if you want any of these cards.
Thanks to Comrade Elizabeth, when we run out, I can always order more.
While we are on the subject of small handheld printed items, let's talk about leaflets.
Many of you have received your introductory packets of Northwest Front literature, unless you're one of these people who's too terrified to give us a mailing address, apparently under the odd delusion that the FBI can't find you anytime they want to.
Anyway, in that introductory packet of Northwest Front Literature, you'll note that you received about a dozen or so leaflets, six or seven of them, normal 8.5x11 size, five of them 8.5x14 legal size, because there was so much text it couldn't be fitted onto a normal sheet of paper.
Now, these leaflets are pretty good content-wise, even if I do say so myself.
Two of them are very old material, including White and Proud, which was written by Bob Matthews himself, and A Purpose in Life, which was one of Cale's old pieces from the Franklin Road NSWPP.
The legal-sized leaflets had David Lane's final address to the jury, the Ten General Orders of the NVA, etiquette for homecoming, a good piece on the Jews, good piece on niggers, so forth and so on.
The problem with those leaflets was, and is, that they are from an earlier time in our people's history, a time of newspapers and no internet and only three television networks, a time when there were white people capable of sitting down and reading a block of text for content.
Fewer and fewer are these days, especially younger white people who were educated in public schools and who do not get their information or education from books or newspapers, but from electronic screens of various types with a lot of motion and graphics.
Now, it is not their fault that they can't read effectively.
It's simply another one of those real-world facts that we have to deal with.
And yes, I know that there are still some young white people who are functionally literate.
I know because I meet and converse with young whites every day who appear to be able to read large blocks of text for content, and who read and understand books, especially my own.
I meet and converse with them online through an electronic medium, and I'm telling you all about it on this podcast, which is another electronic medium.
I might add that Comrade Sidney from Louisiana has now completed reading my novel The Hill of the Ravens onto MP3 as an audiobook.
It's a huge file, so he uploaded it onto a special site, and within one week, judging from the response, it's proving to be one of the most popular and well-received things that any of us ever did.
Do you begin to see the problem here, folks?
Most Americans in the past used to have a kind of Tom Sawyer or Penrod Schofield childhood.
Now they have a Bart Simpson and Eric Cartman childhood.
It's no good my ranting and raving and cursing about this.
It simply is.
And if there is ever to be any hope of fixing all this and going back to the old ways, we're going to have to accommodate certain things in the real world we live in.
Not everything.
Just some things.
Now, in keeping with my efforts to professionalize the party, we're going to be changing our first introductory packet procedures.
There will be fewer leaflets in the first intro pack, although I will hang on to the homecoming etiquette one and maybe the ten general orders as well to pique interest in the Northwest novels.
That is not to say that we'll be throwing all the others away.
Not at all.
We'll be retaining them for what might be called second-level responses.
When people express interest in the NF, maybe send a donation, subscribe to Northwest Observer, so forth and so on, they'll be sent out to second responders on a heavy paper, say 24-pound white bond, to serve as master copies, so that the responder can, if he or she so desires, take them into their local kinkos or wherever there's a photocopy machine and make their own copies for distribution.
We have to get a multiplier effect going on here, comrades, where white people make and distribute their own handheld material, because at the present time we just don't have the resources to provide massive amounts of free literature, although we're starting to get there in the area of business cards.
Now, what I need to start seeing from all you people out there who send me these emails vowing and swearing eternal loyalty to the Northwest Republic and telling me all about how you're on fire with enthusiasm...
Anyway, while you're sitting there dawdling around in Cincinnati or Jacksonville or Toledo or Long Island or Texas or wherever, I would like for you to take mouse and keyboard in hand, and I would like for you to design a whole new slew of leaflets and graphics for the Northwest Front that would be much more suitable for an initial contact with someone who grew up in today's school system, shall we say.
Something like those lovely fold-over brochures I mentioned a few months ago.
That the FBI now has the template for because they seized Colonel House's computer when he died.
These leaflets should be 8.5 by 11 in size.
The legal size is a bit too cumbersome to work with.
They can be either single or double-sided, but they should have the northwestfront.org website on them prominently displayed.
You should work up two copies of each leaflet that you design.
One using the Northwest Front's official mail contact point, which is Post Office Box 4856, Seattle, Washington, 98194.
And the other should have at the bottom something to the effect of, for further information, please contact, and then enough of a blank field so that local units can either drop their own address into the field on their computers, or they can stamp it in with a rubber stamp.
People are always more inclined to contact a local address when they find a piece of literature than some far-off so-called national headquarters.
It is very important that we get active supporters of the Northwest idea to start making their own literature and acting independently, because for one reason or another, our growing little headquarters unit here may not be around for the long haul.
All of you need to be able to function and fight for the 14 words on your own, independently of any group or any central organizing authority.
Now, as far as the leaflets themselves, the text should be short, punchy, and to the point, in a large typeface.
I'd say 16 point at least.
There should be at least one picture or image on the leaflet, some kind of Northwest graphic.
Now, we have some that I can send you when you get to designing your leaflets.
Bright colors would be good to attract the attention of these white kids who had the Bart Simpson childhoods and need bright colors and images for something to stick in their minds, but that means that the leaflets will either have to be hand-printed out on people's own home computers, which quantity-wise means we'll be operating kind of like the old Gutenberg hand presses back in the 15th and 16th centuries.
Or else it means that we'll have to use very expensive commercial printing to reproduce the color.
For mass distribution, i.e.
a leaflet that somebody's going to take into a photocopy shop and run off a thousand copies or so at a time, it's probably best to use nothing but black and white on your graphics so that they don't have to mess with color printing or color reproduction, which can be like, you know, 50 cents a page and so forth and so on.
The object is to produce a whole series of leaflets that are short, Colorful and with short and simple words instead of these long blocks of text that we have now and which we can pass around online via email attachment and make downloadable from our websites so everybody can get in on the act.
When you have designed as many of these leaflets as you feel like, send them to me for inspection and approval.
Also, those of you who are artistically inclined, we need graphics, symbols, NF or Northwest novel-related artwork, posters, logos, tricolor flag artwork and motifs, photoshops, all that kind of stuff.
We have some, but we need more, an infinite supply.
We really are feeling the loss of Colonel House in this area, guys, and we need the rest of you to step up.
Finally, in view of the fact that Sally and I just spent yesterday folding and stapling and stuffing envelopes for the March Northwest Observer, it strikes me that I need to put in a plug for the party's monthly magazine.
How many of you guys even knew that we had one?
That's entirely my fault.
I get so wrapped up in computer stuff that I forget that we've been putting out a monthly zine or newsletter for almost five years now.
It's called Northwest Observer, and subscriptions are $30 per year.
$50 for overseas due to the skyrocketing cost of postage.
And by the way, if you wish to subscribe, please make your check or money order out to Northwest Publishing Agency, not Northwest Observer.
There's no actual legal existence for the publication, which is nothing we're going to be working on this year, but I won't get into that.
Some people ask why we bother to still do an actual printed newsletter or magazine.
Simple.
For one thing, there are a lot of people out there, believe it or not, Who still do not own personal computers.
A lot of them are elderly people who never quite got the whole internet thing.
And, of course, there are prisoners as well who still need some way to keep hooked into what's going on.
Finally, there are a few smart and switched-on comrades who have simply decided, screw this, I don't want these damn machines in my life.
And they've voluntarily disconnected their computers and packed them away in the attic, for which I salute them.
Northwest Observer is for them.
But there's also another reason why the party maintains a printed publication with a mailing list.
I've been saying this for years, and I know no one believes me, but I am genuinely convinced that at some point in time we are going to lose access to the Internet somehow, either through some kind of flat-out legal prohibition by one of Obama's czars of anything racial in cyberspace, or through some backdoor scheme that the regime comes up with to make any effective use of the net for communication and propaganda impossible.
When that happens, we're going to have to go back to those old mimeograph machines some of us have rusting away out in our garages.
It'll be kind of like that movie Independence Day, when the Earthlings get around the alien technology by using old Morse code.
The NF needs to be able to adapt quickly to the kind of repressive measures that the system will eventually use against us.
The other night, I decided to pull one of my DVDs out of my collection and watch it, and I picked a good one.
One that I haven't seen for a few years.
Mel Gibson's Braveheart.
The Northwest Movement has two official movies, in my opinion.
One of them being Liam Neeson in Michael Collins, and the other being Braveheart.
We all need to get hold of both, and watch them when our inspiration seems to be drying up.
Anyway, watching Braveheart the other night kind of inspired me, so this is a kind of hybrid musical thingy I put together with the Corries and the pipes and drums of Lisnock.
It's the famous Robert Burns poem, Scott Swahey, which has become kind of Scotland's national anthem.
I understand they're actually going to have a referendum in Scotland soon for complete and full independence.
Let's wish him luck.
Scots were he with Wallace bled.
Scots one bruise has half times left.
Welcome to your glory bed, or to victory.
Now's the day and now's the hour, see the front of battle, see approach.
Proud Edwards' power, chains and slavery.
All would be a traitor knave.
Walk and fill a coward's grave.
Be a slave.
Let him turn and flee.
War for Scotland's king and law.
Freedom's sword will strongly draw.
free man stand or free man fall let him follow me
By oppression's woes and pains By your sons and servile chains We will drain our debt We're
every blow let us do our deed.
Scots were he where Wallace bled.
Scots from Bruce has half-times led.
Welcome to your glory bed!
Or to victory!
Hi guys, this is Access Sally, and I have just returned from an extended trip meeting with comrades in Oregon.
Originally, I just wanted to say hello to some old friends of mine, and then I decided, while I was in some areas of Oregon with very active and motivated Northwest Front comrades, why not set up a couple of gatherings with these people?
It was harder than I thought.
I just wanted all the comrades in the area to meet up and get to know one another.
And then I remembered I'm dealing with movement people, you know, the kind who usually carry weapons in their own homes and accuse one another of being Jews and spies.
And, of course, most of these people have good reasons for their suspicion, because, after all, this is the movement.
I realized I was asking a lot of people I had never met.
Hey, can I just bring some people over to your homes, around your wives and children?
No, I don't know how many people, and no, I haven't met them either, but they say white power at all the right times.
Luckily, we were able to have two very nice and well-attended meetings in Oregon.
We left with the general feeling that we all must do this again soon, and that there should be no strangers among the Northwest Front.
Remember the story of Comrade Jeff Hughes in Canada, who was shot by Zog?
He was convinced he was all alone in his white nationalist beliefs, yet there was another one living right across the street.
Those of you who have agreed to be on the email list for your state, are there others in your state you have not met?
Why not?
Let's make a commitment to meet with another comrade who lives within driving distance.
Let's not be strangers anymore.
Those of you who are only trying to protect your families, I understand.
However, if you're trying to hide from Zog, trust me, they know where you live.
Hiding from the comrades who may save your life one day will not protect you from Homeland Security and the faggots in silk suits who make a career out of listening to us.
I would like to set up another meeting in Washington, and for obvious reasons I don't want to mention names or locations on this podcast.
There has already been sizable interest.
But this time, when we're trying to get all of us together, it would be nice if no one said, I've never heard of that guy.
There are no excuses for not having heard of comrades in your area who have expressed willingness to physically meet you.
These people are our racial brothers, the ones who are going to secure a homeland for your children.
We cannot defeat our enemies when we hide from our friends.
One comrade urged me to call all the men together to fight.
He said many things that made me glad to have him with us, because it is this type of person who truly understands what must be done.
He does not preoccupy himself with thoughts of buying expensive electronics so he can waste time watching nigger sports.
He works and raises his family and knows that soon, being a part of the Northwest Front won't just be about potlucks and putting up our flags and reading weapons books with the boys.
Apparently, there are those among us who are starting to realize this is serious, this is war, this is violent revolution that will soon result in those things that we just don't want to do because then we might get fired or go to jail and our wives will get mad and we didn't really want to do any of that stuff anyway.
Can't we just have fun and hang out with people who don't mind when we say nigger while some of the other comrades go build the country?
Are you guys terrorists?
That's illegal!
Yes, it is.
And yes, we are.
So let's have a few more fun little gatherings while we still can.
And after that?
Well, you tell me.
I'm calling you together to fight.
Start by forming alliances with those near you who will fight with you.
For now, it can just be a lighthearted get-together.
For now.
For now.
Okay, now Gretchen the Librarian is up, but before she does her thing, I want a quiet word in your show-like ears.
This week Gretchen is going to be reviewing a book on Christian identity, and of course as part of that review she'll have to discuss certain aspects of the CI theology which are mentioned in that book, at which point I will probably have to batten down the hatches and prepare for a tidal wave of emails on the entire subject of religion for the next couple of weeks.
Either CI people ranting and raving that, no, no, Gretchen's wrong, it's not like that at all, our way is the only true Christian identity, or else non-Christians ranting and raving about how dare she even mention anything at all to do with Jesus and Christianity.
And a lot of genuinely concerned people saying, what's the matter with you, Harold?
I thought this whole topic was verboten and we were going to try and pretend it doesn't exist.
Well, yeah, more or less, that's always been my policy, and it still is.
Call this one of my periodic bouts of testing the waters to see if we've learned anything or matured at all in view of the impending national crisis when we're looking at millions of white families living under bridges because they've been foreclosed on and $17 per gallon gasoline because the Jews went and attacked Iran.
Not to mention the 20% real unemployment.
At some point in time, people, we're going to have to lay all this internal bullshit aside and concentrate on fighting the actual enemy in order to secure the existence of our people in a future for white children.
Is that time getting closer when we'll be ready to do this?
Well, I guess we'll see.
There's another reason I went ahead and aired this review by Gretchen, and that is that whether we like it or not, Christian identity is a very important tendency within the white nationalist movement, both historically and in the present.
We're all going to run across it at one point or another, and the idea of being afraid even to mention it for fear of offending somebody is pretty silly.
After all, that's what political correctness wants us to do.
Be so terrified of offending that we self-censor ourselves.
We need to stop worrying about offending each other and start offending the Jews and the government.
Anyway, here's Gretchen.
*Music*
Today I'm going to talk to you about a book by Michael Barkin, which is called Religion and the Racist Right, The Origin of the Christian Identity Movement.
This is a very complex book because it talks about the Christian identity or really traces the genealogy of Christian identity all the way from British Israelism to the times of Pastor Butler.
So there's a whole lot of ideas contained in this book.
Honestly, a lot of really different ideas that began to percolate back in England during the 1660s.
Back then, as always, Christianity was very interested in trying to figure out end time prophecies.
There were many people in England that were really fascinated by the Judeo-Christian heritage.
They wanted to know about what was presumed to be the biological link between the Israelite and the people who later on converted to Christianity, namely the Anglo-Saxons and their British ancestors.
There's a lot of different ideas in this movement.
For some people, they feel that there is a biological link.
For other people, the link is seen as more philosophical, more spiritual.
This goes on into the 1800s.
Of course, the 1800s was a very exciting time because that was when they started to discover the Indo-European language family.
So people got very interested in the interconnections of various European groups.
And at this point, you have various ideas about who the Europeans are.
And some people saying that the English are the only Israelites and other people.
We have people saying that this hidden Israelite identity, which may be biological, may not just be the English people, but it may be people throughout Europe.
But at this point, we have something of a split in the ideology, because some people are saying that the Germans are really the Assyrians, and other people saying that the Israelites are really distributed throughout Europe, regardless of nationality.
But already you can see how this view would ebb and flow, and of course when you come to, for example, World War I, obviously in some circles such as the British and American circles, the Germans are falling out of favor.
And so you can see how an Assyrian opinion regarding the germ makes sense.
The confusing thing about this movement is that according to some thinkers, anyone who accepts Jesus as Savior is redeemed And this is really a very great loophole that you could drive a truck through because,
hypothetically, anyone of any ancestry who runs into a church and declares Jesus as Savior is suddenly redeemed, where if you take this thought to its conclusion, perhaps a European who was non-religious or believed in something like Wicca or Odinism, maybe they wouldn't be redeemed.
So that's an interesting thought.
I mean, where do you go with that?
That's somewhat, in a way, confusing.
Or I would think especially to many people today.
Nevertheless, the fact is that I suppose ipso facto, since many Christians are white and many white people are Christians, this question didn't come up that often.
But there you are.
At any rate, many people are associated with this movement, Ford is associated with it, and so is his very close friend Cameron.
There's also someone by the name of Smith who takes a more theological approach that, again, anyone who declares Christ is therefore saved.
So there's a lot of places that you could go with this ideology.
I mean, you could go to Hayden Lake.
And be someone who has a more biological bent and is more interested in a literal genealogy and an apocalyptic conclusion.
On the other hand, you could become simply a very conservative person who may still be part of the system, but who talks about a special relationship with Israel and whose idea of a relationship with Israel is more spiritual.
So, you'll get groups...
For example, I once was watching a Sunday morning show on CBS, and they were talking about a group in Texas that very much reveres the Jewish people.
And for them, the link with the Jewish people is more spiritual, and they have very weird dancing routines where they sing about next year in Jerusalem and so forth.
And none of these people are Jewish, but they're having a filio Israelite.
And this was something that Heinz believed in, and that's mentioned in this book also.
So as Barkin emphasizes, and Barkin is a scholar, he's not an inherent to any particular train of thought in this Christian identity or British Israelism.
He stresses that there is no centralization of either British Israelism or identity.
Interestingly, British Israelism influenced many thinkers.
It even influenced, apparently, the Christian scientists to a certain extent.
It's also interesting to read in this book that the Pacific Northwest has, and Vancouver also, has been a hub of Christian identity.
So when I was rereading those first chapters, it's interesting to see how the Northwest isn't really new at all.
It's something that's been going on for a very long time, apparently, even since, say, the 20s, or maybe even earlier than that.
Many people have been talking about this.
I mean, some of them were mainstream people, such as Ford and even an associate of Huey Long, and sometimes people that were Klan-affiliated.
I particularly find the last few chapters of this book particularly exciting because it does get into the whole Richard Butler era and the idea of the Anglo-Saxons and the kindred peoples because by the time you get to American identity and particularly contemporary American identity, you have to start accepting the doctrine of the kindred peoples because nobody is really 100% Anglo-Saxon or at least hardly.
I mean, whether you believe in it or not, there's certainly a great excitement value that I think is brought to the...
contemporary American movement that you really didn't have in the British movement.
I mean the British movement actually was quite Pro-establishment, because you have to remember that the movement in Britain goes back to a time when Britain was still an empire, and the British felt that their contribution to the final days would be the establishment of the State of Israel.
So, rather ironically, this ideology in respects actually contributed to the State of Israel being established.
The beginning of this ideology is really quite...
Charming and really quite naive because there was even a time in the 1600s where it was thought that the Israelites were going to be found sailing on a ship under a banner saying, we are the Ten Tribes.
And when I think of that, it's almost like an illustration in a children's book because it's so lovely and yet it's sort of so simple.
And after the British people found this wonderful ship, they were going to have A big love fest, and then the Jewish people were going to actually punish all of the anti-Semites.
And also defeat the Turks, because early on there was the fact that the Turks were very disliked at one point during the history of British Israelism.
So this book is really a pulpery of various ideas, and I find so many different ideological trains of thought in this book that I have to say it gives me whiplash to try and read this book, because I just don't know where to go with it.
I mean, I'm seeing all these...
These various ideologies and their familial relationship, and I could make a big chart and then say, well, which...
Train of thought should I follow here?
But, at any rate, that's what's kind of perhaps fun about this book, if you like giving yourself whiplash.
So, what can I say?
I don't know how to conclude it, but I hope you enjoy this review.
So thank you for listening, and hopefully I can be back with you soon because there seems to be a demand for me on this show of late.
The End This is a group called Hero the Dog, and it's what most Americans sound like when they try to pretend they're Irishmen.
As I was sitting by the fire, talking to Riley's daughter, suddenly you're the company to me, and I'd like to marry Riley's daughter.
Giddy-eye, giddy-eye, giddy-eye, little one-night-eye-dee, giddy-eye-dee.
Try and get on big jump, little fiddle.
Riley played in the big bass drum, and he had a night for murderous order.
Riley had a bright redness train, and he hit the night his little lead daughter.
Giddy-eye-eye, giddy-eye, giddy-eye, little one-night-eye-dee, giddy-eye-dee.
Try and get on big jump, little Guinness.
The barrel's black, the eyes are blue, turn it in the major when the captain's are.
The sergeant and the private and the drummer boy's are.
Give it a little chance with the Riley's daughter Giddy-eye-ey, giddy-eye-ey Giddy-eye-ey with a one-night-nighty Giddy-eye-ey Tryin'a little dream, come Woo!
I got the ring in a person too Cutting a stretch in a merry car Settle me down with a peaceful life Happy as a king with the Riley's daughter
Giddy-eye-ey, giddy-eye-ey Giddy-eye-ey with a one-night-nighty Giddy-eye-ey Tryin'a little dream, come Step dance Set me up and step on the stair Who should it be but Nellie if I saw her with
Two pistols in the air Lickin'with a man who married his daughter Giddy-eye, Giddy-eye, Giddy-eye With a one-night-nighty Giddy-eye Tiny little big job Little Murphy's I grabbed O'Reilly by the hair Picked his hair in a pan of water Fired his pistol into the air Sticks right quicker than I married his daughter
Giddy-eye, Giddy-eye Giddy-eye, Giddy-eye With a one-night-nighty Giddy-eye Tiny little big job Last round Giddy-eye Giddy-eye Giddy-eye With a one-night-nighty Giddy-eye Tiny little big job Oohушки.
Thank you.
Next up, we've got an MP3 file from Al in Idaho.
And just to remind you guys, you do not actually have to come into the studio if you want to participate in Radio Free Northwest.
Send me an MP3 file between, say, five and seven minutes long.
Anything you want to talk about.
And as long as it's not too outrageous, I'll go ahead and I'll put it on the show.
And as some of you have figured out by now, my definition of what's truly outrageous is pretty broad, so anything you want to talk about, just make me an mp3 file, send it to me, and we'll see if we can get it on the air.
After Al's remarks, I'm going to play part of a panel discussion that we had with three of our female comrades in our little backroom studio here.
They engaged at that time in a pretty lengthy panel discussion with me and among themselves and I'll be broadcasting that in segments over the next few weeks.
I deliberately kind of eased off on the editing a little bit for this one and so you'll maybe get a little bit of a flavor as to how things go when we're recording a Radio Free Northwest and how our panelists interact, so forth and so on.
To all white men of courage.
There are some authors out there who are worth reading despite that they hate and despise us and our cause.
The information they provide is so useful and so valuable that you just have to hold your nose through the bad parts.
I like the metaphor of the 200-year-old backed-up toilet used by our host.
Dave Grossman is one of those authors.
He is a shabbos goy.
Really, he's truly awful.
He reminds me of Delmar Hartman from Freedom Sons and the Brigade.
Delmar Hartman was the Marine Corps general who disobeyed orders from the President and refused to surrender Portland back to the Longview Treaty.
Crying and singing about how Jesus loves all the little children, he recruits street gang members in a last-ditch effort to resist the establishment of the new republic.
Grossman just goes on and on with the sort of Disney version of history full of evil Nazis who committed atrocities against helpless, defenseless, gallant Jews, and noble American heroes in the police and military who fight for diversity, which is of course our greatest strength, and to make the world safe for democracy.
It reminds me of one of the final scenes in Idiocracy.
Where they go on an amusement park ride and learn about 20th century history after 500 years have passed and the average intelligence has dropped as a consequence of centuries of anti-eugenic trends.
Nonetheless, I believe Grossman is an important author for racial migrants to acquaint themselves with.
One of the slogans of our movement is Ex Gladio Libertes.
Freedom comes from the sword.
Freedom is our vision, or our ends.
The sword will be the means.
Grossman has studied the sword and has put the psychology of its use into a concise and interesting framework.
The two Grossman books I have read are On Killing and its sequel On Combat.
These books cover a lot of ground, however polluted with political correctness, so I'll touch on a couple of points here and leave it to you to pursue the subject further.
First, the fight-or-flight instinct is usually associated with life-and-death situations.
Grossman immediately expands the soldier's options to include posturing and submitting.
These options have been added based on his interviews with people who have seen combat, as well as certain historical evidence.
Posturing is pretending to fight in an attempt to scare off your enemy without actually having to kill him.
From this expanded set of options, Grossman delves into the non-firers in history and the evidence therefor.
In one experiment, a simulation was run of a battle from the War for Southern Independence.
Mock-ups were set up just the way they would have stood in a battle, and people were given exact working replicas of the guns of the era.
They stood in a line and fired on the mannequins from real distances, And the front lines were absolutely devastated.
This result was compared with actual casualties, which were found wanting.
This evidence was combined with other evidence of irrationally discarded weapons and nonsensical multiple loads, and the conclusion was drawn that many, perhaps a majority of soldiers, were aiming high on purpose or avoiding firing their weapons at all.
This experiment on non-firers was confirmed by interviews with World War II veterans, many of whom claimed that they never did fire on the enemy, even in combat.
Interestingly, Grossman never does bring up the enthusiasm many of the American vets I've spoken to had for killing Japs, though they generally seemed to have extreme reservations about firing on their cousins in the European theater.
After exploring the non-firing soldiers, Grossman explores the factors that influence the decision to pull the trigger.
He covers the relationships between the killer and their own group, especially the group's leader, and between the killer and victim.
He dances around the fact that diversity increases the chance of killing, but points out that the distance between the killer and victim increases the likelihood of a kill.
Grossman lists cultural, moral, Any conclusions about the impact of racial diversity on a peaceful society are left to the reader.
I'll throw in one more study from the second book on combat.
Grossman cites a survey of 141 officers who experienced combat and the physiological impacts it had on them.
Many of the effects were not only different but contradictory, which indicates that the effect of combat on individuals varies.
However, the power in knowing what could happen if you haven't had the misfortune to have yourself tested is that you know what to expect, and that can reduce stress.
If you have been in these situations and experienced these effects, then you know that you aren't alone and aren't a coward.
Starting with sound.
85% of those surveyed experienced auditory exclusion, while 16% experienced intensified sounds.
The fact that this adds up to greater than 100% is probably evidence that some experienced both.
There are effects on vision.
80% experienced tunnel vision.
72% experienced heightened visual clarity.
There are control effects.
74% experienced a kind of automatic pilot where they felt they were not in control.
This is why we train, so that when the forebrain shuts off, certain valuable actions are embedded in our midbrains.
7% experienced temporary paralysis.
For temporal effects, 65% experienced slow motion time.
16% experienced fast motion time.
There were memory effects.
61% couldn't remember what happened.
And 47% couldn't remember what they did.
22% experienced memory distortions.
Then there are impacts on the thoughts in the moment.
40% experienced dissociation or detachment.
26% had intrusive, distracting thoughts.
Bowel impacts were not included in this survey, but they are referred to elsewhere.
Yes, it's disgusting, but it's the name of the game.
Maybe that's why your grandfather or uncle doesn't talk about certain experiences in World War II or Vietnam.
Grossman goes into rather interesting details about how the reluctance to kill has been overcome through operant conditioning in the 20th century.
I hope some of you get the books and study the material.
Ignore the bad stuff.
Focus on the useful material.
I think it will be time well spent.
You can find his books on Amazon or at Killology.com.
Now, soldiers, march away.
And how thou pleasest God dispose the day.
I don't mind it, so beware.
That's okay.
Oh, I sound totally stupid all the time.
Yeah, he was editing me, too.
When you're speaking again, try to get it into that red section.
Do a test.
Lean over there.
Just speak.
See if you can get down right to the mic there.
Just do a test.
Just say testing.
Testing, testing.
Yeah, whatever.
Testing.
Okay.
I can't even.
You have to lean down.
Did you ever do any drama or anything in school or anything when they teach you to project from your diaphragm?
No.
When you're on stage, you don't yell with your voice box like this, because that'll give you a sore throat.
You project from your diaphragm.
Let's get this on there.
It's all on there already.
Okay.
Nigger, nigger, nigger.
There you go.
There you go.
Okay.
Well, we've got enough of our female comrades here today, so we can do a sort of a women's panel.
We've got Axis Sally, of course.
We've got Comrade Olivia and Comrade Kate, all of whom are from the Seattle area, and they're going to be rapping about various female-type stuff, I guess.
Okay, like what?
Okay, well, first of all, since I have never formally spoken with the two of you on the show, I'd just like to say welcome.
And, Olivia, can you tell me a little bit about yourself and how you came to find the Northwest Front?
Well, I actually was born and raised in the Northwest homeland.
I traveled around the world.
Well, around the country, actually.
Lived in various places.
And I got into some Christian identity material about a year ago.
And I started to find out things about the Jews.
And it just kind of went from there.
I discovered Harold's novels and decided I wanted to do something about the fact that our people don't have a homeland.
So here I am.
Okay, thank you for being a part of making this happen.
Kate, how about you?
Can you tell us how you found the Northwest Front?
Well, I grew up here in the Northwest, and for the most part of my life I was nice, but once I moved to the big city of Seattle, I became a raging racist.
I became racially aware around 2005 when I was sitting gawping at Fox News on the television and was looking at coverage of the Million Man March in Washington, D.C. Media personnel were fawning all over blacks who were calling for an all-black nation within a nation,
and I thought it was really strange that nobody noticed that they were calling for their own nation within the U.S. And so I sat and stood on that for a while, and then a few months later, the riots in Toledo came up when the NSM tried to march and the local niggers and other brown people started rioting.
And again, I was gopping at Fox News, and Sean Hannity started calling them terrible Nazis and blamed them for all the rioting, and I thought it was really strange, the double standard that they were portraying on the news.
So I started looking around, and I ran into a thread on Stormfront that linked to the Northwest Front website, and here I am.
I remember that YouTube clip of the Toledo riots.
I remember seeing all the niggers just go crazy beating up their own neighborhood.
At one point, they all started beating up a fence, and I think they really accomplished something, and they showed us how evil racism really is.
Ooga booga!
A fence?
Meeting of a fence?
Really?
I think they lost.
The fence won.
It was probably a white picket fence.
Me either.
Have you got anything?
That's okay.
Oh hell, what do y 'all think about the new gay marriage law we've got going on here?
Oh, don't even get me started.
Well, I think the position that the Northwest Front and most normal people take on gay marriage is pretty clear.
I'm out.
I mean, I have thoughts.
What we do sometimes when we're out of topics for conversation is I just go to drudge reporting.
There's always Whitney Houston.
Oh!
We forgot.
We have not done one.
There you go, ladies.
Looking at the news here, I see after about three days they're still talking about Whitney Houston and her funeral and all kinds of booga booga.
So it's news that a crackhead died?
Did you hear that they wanted to lower the flag to half-mast in her community when they wouldn't even do it for somebody as big as...
But it was one of those guys.
In New Jersey, they actually did lower the flag to half-mast for Frank Sinatra.
No, it wasn't Frank Sinatra.
Oh, what do I think of Whiny Houston dying?
I really don't give a shit and don't have much to say about it.
Okay.
A dead nigger in a bathtub.
Who cares?
Exactly.
I saw this t-shirt that says, Whitney Houston beats Bobby Brown to death.
Okay, now.
Oh, John and Ken.
Now, you ladies may not know who John and Ken are.
They're probably the last remaining white male disc jockeys in Los Angeles, and they run a drive-time show about various conservative topics, kind of like the local Los Angeles version of Rush Limbaugh.
So, apparently, they got suspended.
Let's see what remarks got them.
Oh, here we go.
KFI suspends John and Ken for Whitney Houston remarks.
Had to be pretty bad, because I tell you, KFI lets them get away with a lot of stuff you wouldn't think they'd get away with in California.
Insensitive and appropriate comments about the late Whitney Houston.
Okay.
The remarks in question, said by John Kobelt on Tuesday's show and circulated, said of how people in, said of how people, this is illiterate, said how people in Houston's life likely dealt with the singer's decline.
She's been cracked out for 20 years and we heard how obnoxious she was.
At these parties, I guess it means...
I don't know, probably the guy that loaded it up to the website was Chinese and didn't speak English too well.
I mean, she's doing handstands, she's babbling like an idiot, running around, she's a mess, she's been doing this for 20 years, so how much of a pain in the ass do you think she was?
Can you imagine?
You're Clive Davis and she has not had her head screwed on right for 20 years.
I don't know who Clive Davis is, probably another nigger.
Okay, at some point, you're just sick of it all, and so is everybody else in the industry, all her friends and hangers-on, everybody who knew had to deal with her.
It's like, ah, Jesus, here comes the crack hoe again.
What's she going to do?
Oh, look at that.
She's doing handstands next to the pool.
Very good.
Crack hoe.
Nice.
Apparently, that was what she was doing the day before she died, and when they found her in that bathtub, she was out at the pool doing handstands because she was so stoned.
After a while, everybody's exhausted, and then you find out she's dead.
It's like, really?
Took this long?
Okay, they suspended John and Ken for that, but then again, the liberal left has been after John and Ken for a year, so it might be this was just the final straw.
Okay.
In view of what they said about Michael Jackson, I'm amazed they weren't suspended then, but let's see what else we got here.
Okay.
You know, we haven't done one single thing for Black History Month.
I was going to see if I could find dry eyes to do something for Black History Month, but I can't find him down at the bus station.
I may have been arrested or thrown to the killer whales in the Sound or something.
I don't know.
Woman asks to smoke crack before going to jail for stabbing man.
A little bit of negritude for you there.
I wonder if it was Whitney Houston.
What the hell?
What is that?
Athens woman asks to smoke crack before going to jail for stabbing man.
A 48-year-old Athens woman asked an officer for permission to smoke some crack before she was brought to jail Wednesday afternoon for stabbing a man.
SMA Jones told police she stabbed the 55-year-old victim in retaliation for him calling her a derogatory name.
Was it nigger?
Was it stupid crack hoe?
Stupid crack hoe with a knife.
Hey, I got news for you.
That's not a woman there.
Well...
Hug ugly, maybe?
No, really, you guys can't see this picture of this negress that got arrested, but it's one of these negresses that you, honest to God, you think you're looking at a gorilla of some kind of primate that somebody, for some reason, shaved.
Okay.
He was taken to Athens Regional Medical Center with severe stab wounds to his lower stomach, according to police.
Jones said she stabbed him because she was tired of being disrespected.
Don't you disrespect me, motherfucker?
Take that.
Now give me my crack pipe.
Maybe he pointed out that she was a transgendered person and not a woman.
He bullied her for her sexual orientation.
Does it actually say that she was transgender?
I mean, I can believe it looking at her, but it looks more like trans-species or something.
It's like one of these experiments on the island of Dr. Moreau, you know, something like that, transforming an orangutan into a humanoid female.
Wearing some sort of pink and blue striped polo shirt.
A detective was not available to interview the stabbing victim at the hospital because doctors had sedated him with morphine.
They sedated the detective with morphine?
People don't speak English.
You raise these things.
Okay.
Jones was charged with aggravated assault and third-degree child cruelty because the assault was witnessed by two young children, police said.
Well, that's normal for nigger kids growing up.
Well, they weren't hers, I can tell you that much.
Okay, this is the cop talking about his crack pipe was on the ground near Jones' feet and an officer noted that all the people involved in the altercation appeared to be very intoxicated.
Essie also stated to me that I should at least let her smoke her pipe before I take her to jail since they won't let her smoke it there.
Okay.
They won't?
Ah, alright.
Hey, I think I saw that beast at my bus stop last week.
Did she have a crack pipe?
No, but she was being handcuffed.
Okay.
Elderly woman's heat shut off over a $44,000 gas bill.
Oh, that's Chicago.
Anything can happen there.
Okay.
Man next to crying child opens plane door.
That's a nigger again.
I think he just went to another...
Ah, for Christ's sake.
There we go.
All right.
Jobless youth flee Obama.
What did he want to do to them?
The New American Dream, renting.
A lot of families are happy as a bug in a rug if they've got enough money to rent.
Oh, that's true.
The New American Dream is renting to get rich.
Oh, okay, it's all the rich people that are renting out their foreclosed mansions and trying to get more rent than they do for the mortgage.
Okay, never mind.
It's just real estate crap.
She looks for gay and race stuff.
That looks like Ray Charles there.
Who?
In the dress.
Oh, okay.
That is someone saying Barack Obama has done...
I don't know.
Who the hell is that?
Probably Maya Angelou or some...
Ray Charles.
Okay.
Looks like that first one's mother.
Maya Angelou, yeah.
Barack Obama has done a remarkable job.
Right.
Okay.
Discriminate.
One-armed man says Starbucks denied him job because of disability.
I guess you can't pull the coffee thing with only one arm.
Okay.
Piggyback bandit banned from high school sports in five states.
Man found guilty drinks poison collapses in court.
Slow walking predicts dementia.
Sally asked me to place some no remorse on this program.
I looked for some.
I tried to pull some off YouTube and I kept getting a message that said this video is not available in your country.
So obviously the YouTube heebs are cracking down on so-called.
I believe there is a European version of the infamous SOPA Act right now going on over there, so we may get our access to alternative music as well as alternative videos from Europe choked off soon, but we'll see how that plays out.
What I was able to find for Sally in lieu of the no remorse that she asked for was this piece by Saga.
I barely welcome Valorous One.
I scry to your rival, no one must be done.
So where you lead, gentlemen, you may remain.
I will give you my guidance for a year and a day.
I'll enter my borders, I'm down by my side.
I'll never be born, let a warrior so proud.
Where you lead, gentlemen, you may remain.
I will give you my guidance for a year and a day.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
The brave young who call in, day by day you learn more.
Such courage and such vigor.
A dream that I teach you all, feet of war.
Come let me show your eyes, we'll battle all sword.
Edge and children, the dragon's of war.
Swear you, legion, that you may remain.
I'll give you all my guidance for a year and a day.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Oh, brave young who call in, day by day you learn more.
Such strength and such honor.
A dream that I teach you all, feet of war.
Now there's only one kid that was terrible of all.
But it's real, gave up the devil, feet of war.
You swore a new legion.
Then you were the maine that gave you all the guidance for a year and a day.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
The power will have nothing to teach you all.
First courage and vigor.
They have meant the time of earth.
I wish I'll have your deeds of war.
The only gentleman that proved to perfection.
The greatest warrior you are.
But now you've learned those deeds of war.
Now you've learned those deeds of war.
The greatest warrior you are.
I forgot to do so last week, and so I'll at least begin to do so this week.
Unfortunately, the topic he discusses is an important one for the NF's future, and I'm not sure if I can cover it in the tag end of a broadcast like this, but I'll give it a shot.
Hello, Mr. Covington.
Here's the link to Chapter 1 of Hill of the Ravens, read by me.
Let me know if you like it as soon as you can.
If you do, I'll read the whole book, and as much of a distant thunder as I can get done before I start my new job at the end of the month.
I'd also like to say, you asked me a few weeks ago via email what our plans were.
I should let you know mine.
I intend to work this new job for two or three months.
It pays better than anything I've had, but ironically, I'll be working around niggers a lot.
After that period, I have a comrade in Florida who has an airsoft team that reenacts sort of as the Waffen-SS, made up of racially conscious young men between 17 and 19. The captain of said team has already sworn basically a blood oath that he's coming home with me, and he's about to be promoted at his job there.
He's offered me work and asked me, because he views me as an older brother, he's 17, I'm 23, to come down and try to convince his comrades to come home with us.
We're fairly certain that we can bring at least two of these young men with us.
I feel obligated to try.
Coming alone would be good, but you need A-class men, and every one of these young men are go-getters.
We do sort of qualify as quote-unquote young men with just the t-shirts on our backs, so it's not possible for us to get there now.
I'm deeply sorry for this, as I hate living in Louisiana.
This place is literally hell on earth.
Every white person is a traitor who loves Israel because their pastor tells them to.
Every nigger is a thug or degenerate.
What else can they be?
And the level of Mexicans here is growing rapidly.
The white girls jiggle to the nigger music and I generally have to stop myself from going Anders Breivik on this place.
We will spend a few more months after I move working to get cars and save up as much cash as possible.
I'd like to say that by late 2012 or early 2013 we can make it.
Again, I truly wish we could do it sooner, but right now I'm dead broke and my mother is about to have serious life-threatening surgery so I can't leave yet.
Finally, I want you to know that it is your RFN broadcasts and novels and the general idea of the Northwest American Republic that gives me the strength to carry on.
I know a lot of people jerk your chain, Harold, but I assure you that I'm not one of them.
If I have to fight my way northwest, I'll make it.
Much respect, Sidney.
Okay, again, no...
Disrespect or poo-pooing intended.
Let's take all the usual disclaimers as read, okay?
Sidney sounds like a really sincere young man, and since he took the time to read my entire novel aloud for his audiobook, he obviously has a lot of dedication.
Much more so than the average unknown individual who just wanders in off the internet.
Now, that having been said, it is a simple fact that I get a couple of these every week from what might be called the t-shirt youth.
And no, I don't think they're jerking my chain by and large.
I have no doubt that when the majority of these young people, mostly young men, but now a few young women as well, email me with these protestations of loyalty and enthusiasm and state their intention to come home, I don't question that they are deeply and completely sincere and they mean every word they say when they write those words.
What happens out here in the real world, the world where I have said we need to start living?
Usually what happens is that after a few weeks or a couple of months, these people simply drop off the radar and I never hear from them again.
I have no idea what on earth happened.
They may be dead.
They may be in jail.
They may have run away to join the circus.
They may have been abducted by aliens.
Who knows?
But most likely, they've simply lost interest and wandered away looking for more internet entertainment elsewhere.
Now that's who we are.
That's what a Bart Simpson childhood does to someone.
We have a whole generation of white boys who are capable of being deeply and intensely interested and committed to anything for 15 minutes.
Then they lose interest and they wander off.
Sidney, I like what you've done for us so far.
I do.
I wasn't kidding when I said that audiobook you produced was one of the more popular things we put out.
And I've gotten a lot of compliments on your reading voice.
I really hope you do make it out here, son.
To the land where God and destiny intend for our people to stand or fall.
But, with the greatest of affection and respect, I'll believe it when I look out the window and I see that Louisiana license plate on your car or your truck outside.
I have to take that attitude, Sid, because of the way white people are and because of the nature of what I do.
If you suddenly drop off the radar, I'll be saddened and disappointed, but I won't be surprised because I'm used to it.
Then again, maybe I will see that Louisiana plate outside.
I'll let everybody know when that happens.
Well, our time is up, and so that's it for this week's edition of Radio Free Northwest.
This program is brought to you by the Northwest Front, Post Office Box 4856, Seattle, Washington 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, Sasha Underban.
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