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June 21, 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 pikes must be together by the rising of the moon.
Oh, then tell me, Sean O 'Farrell, where the gathering is to be.
In the old spot, by the river, a rifle known to you and me.
One more roar for signal, token whistle of an 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 warning light Walkers 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
blades were crushing up Rising all the way Greetings from the Northwest Homeland, comrades.
It's June the 21st, 2012.
I'm Harold Covington, and this is Radio Free Northwest.
First off, folks, it's the longest day of the year today, the day of the summer solstice, and so I'd like to send a special season's greetings message to all our pagan comrades.
Compliments of the season, so to speak.
The big item in this week's news is, of course, the death on Sunday of Rodney King at age 47. Rodney King died the ultimate California death.
He was found drowned in his swimming pool while drunk and stoned.
He bought the house and swimming pool with almost $4 million in taxpayers' money that he got in a civil settlement for the famous videoed police beating incident back in the 90s, when he was also drunk and stoned.
Not a bad pay package for a few whacks over the head.
Of course, never mind the four white police officers whose lives and families were destroyed.
Or the city that Rodney's homies burned down, or the sixty or seventy people who were killed, or the billions of dollars in damage it was caused.
After all, it's their world now.
They can do whatever they want with it, never mind us pale blobs.
What are we going to do?
Look on and sob and wring our hands, is what.
I have to say, though, looks like poor old Rodney really, really should have learned to stay straight.
The booze and the blow kept getting him into trouble.
You can't file a lawsuit against water.
Drowning is a law of nature.
If you go in the drink, when you're drunk out of your mind and too stoned to swim, you're going to drown.
Nature's laws aren't like American laws.
American laws you can finesse and parse and hair split and spin and file a motion and pretty much break whenever you want if you've got enough money and juice.
Nature's laws you can't.
H2O doesn't care how many smart Jewish lawyers you've got.
You try to breathe it, you're going to die.
However, now that being said, no joke people, for someone my age, the premature death of someone even younger than I am is always a sobering and somewhat chilling moment, and although I've made it clear in the past what my views are, I am not, in fact, completely racially insensitive.
Accordingly, as a mark of respect for Rodney King and his tragic life, I'm going to play a brief clip from his funeral service, which took place several days ago in Los Angeles.
We are gathered here today on this soft occasion to say goodbye to the dearly departed.
He was dearly and he has departed.
Thus, that's why we call him the Daily Departed.
Another word to nigger death.
As you can see him laying here, I've been here three days, the boy ain't moved a muscle.
So I know the nigga dead.
And it seemed that death was quite a surprise to his ass.
Didn't think you was ever going to die, did you, nigga?
I told you by fucking round what was going to happen.
However, he faced the ultimate test.
As each man and woman must eventually face the ultimate test.
And the ultimate test is Let me repeat that.
The ultimate test is whether or not you can survive death.
That's the ultimate test for your ass, ain't it?
So far, don't nobody we know have passed the ultimate test.
Least of all this nigga laying here.
Cause this boy wasn't shit, I'm gonna tell you that right off.
I saw him kicking his mama's ass over there on 47th Street.
And if you think we're going to bury you with them diamonds and shit on, you got another thing coming.
Thank you.
I'd like to introduce the boy's woman, whole bitch.
I don't know what she was, huh?
She's laying over there in the boot.
Say, girl!
What you doing?
Well, don't shout no pussy in here!
If you do, I want to cut!
Shit!
Your fault the nigga did!
You'd have been home when you were supposed to be.
He wouldn't have been up in the hotel fucking that faggot.
Boy's husband came home, caught him fucking, shot the nigga in the ass on the downstroke.
And if there is a God or heaven, we don't want this nigga up there with us.
Can I get an amen?
Can I get an amen?
I know, I know, I promise no more levity, but I'm sorry, I just couldn't resist an opportunity like that.
Okay, let's do an email or two.
This is from a comrade whose name I've managed to lose when I was transferring the email to my notepad here.
Another example of that ruthless Nazi efficiency that once made us the terror of the civilized world, and I apologize for that.
Dear HAC, I don't want to nitpick here, but Iran is in fact four times the size of California, not the same size as you said on last week's show.
California is officially 163,696 square miles, while Iran is 636,372 square miles.
Iran is also mostly mountains, thus an ideal location for people fighting against an occupation force.
The war with Iran will be much like the Hezbollah versus Israel war in 2010, but on a much larger scale, in which Hezbollah killed over 100 Israeli troops in a month of fighting.
Let's not forget, Hezbollah did not have any air support, nor a navy, but they even managed to kill six Jew sailors when a guided missile hit an Israeli ship during the conflict.
Now, if they can do that, then Iran will be able to do far worse.
Iran has also got a jamming system from Russia that could make those drones worthless.
Iran also has the sunburn missile, which will probably sink a number of US ships.
We could be looking at a draft if the war drags on.
First off, yes, comrade, you are entirely correct.
Iran is four times larger than California, and I got it wrong.
That's another salutary lesson that before we make sweeping statements, we need to check our facts and make sure that we know what the hell we're talking about.
That thing about Iran being the size of California was one of those little internet tidbits I'd heard thrown around, and I got lazy and repeated it without checking it, which was sloppy.
I should have been more on the ball, and I'm sorry.
Although I might add that the increased size of Iran, well over half a million square miles, makes any plan for the United States military or even full NATO force to invade and conquer that country pretty much completely insane.
Unfortunately, so are the people who rule us.
Now, getting back to the comrade's email, I predicted a revived American draft in my Northwest novels, and I'm frankly astounded that the regime hasn't done so thus far.
Most likely, one of the major reasons for the American withdrawal from Iraq late last year was that the government simply no longer has the troops to maintain a presence like that in a hostile environment.
They were keeping those soldiers over there for two, three years at a stretch.
Both the people and the equipment were becoming frayed and worn out, and the military just couldn't handle it anymore.
So tell me again, how are we supposed to take on a huge nation the size of Persia with a military that would be called first-rate if we weren't so prejudiced against everything Muslim?
This points out something that I've been saying for a long time, and that is that as badly as the regime needs troops to hold down the oil empire, this is a nation that simply dare not conscript an army.
There's just too many people and groups and assorted elements in this country, from gangbangers to La Raza-style Mexican nationalists, just plain criminals of the kind that the army is now recruiting, whom our rulers don't want to get hold of guns and military training.
There are simply too many people who might turn those guns on the 1% when they get back home.
Well, one can only hope.
Okay, next email.
Dear HAC, if you could get one of your books into a Hollywood producer's hands, which book would it be?
Signed, Sam from Australia.
Hmm.
Interesting question.
I've often thought about possibly making a movie out of my novels, although obviously in the real world it will never happen.
Even Mel Gibson wouldn't dare.
Especially Mel Gibson.
I understand he's trying to make Teshuvah, as the Jews call it, and crawl back now by making a movie about ancient Jewish heroes.
But the Hollywood Hebes still won't let him.
I seem to recall this one guy actually had a blog or website wherein he asked people to post speculative casts for various Northwest novels, that kind of thing.
The Brigade would obviously make the best movie, and I'm sure any Hollywood director who ever did take on the job would have a hell of a lot of fun with Operation We Are Not Amused.
It'd be interesting to see how many Hollywood celebrities he could get to play themselves for the Oscar night massacre scenes.
Some of those Hollywood whores of both genders would probably go for it, just to get their face on screen for a minute or two.
They're so hooked on public attention of any kind.
Maybe we could see the Kardashians and Snooki from Jersey Shore get gunned down by Cat Lockhart and Jimmy Wingo, which would be a real rush.
Freedom's Sons isn't finished yet, and in any case, the prologue which describes the Battle of Portland would have to be a very big Cecil B. DeMille spectacle budget item which most producers and directors have trouble enough coming up with for regular flicks, never mind a racially inclined indie picture, which is what this would be, if ever.
Any of the shorter novels, the first three, would make a decent movie, I think, but, you know, for sheer...
Character, depth, and drama, I think a good choice would be A Distant Thunder, although the ending didn't satisfy a lot of people.
All of this is pure pointless speculation, of course.
We all know that no one in Hollywood will ever touch my books with a ten-foot pole, and even if somebody like Mel Gibson were to try, it would get stomped on at birth.
The industry as a whole would hear of it, since it's impossible to make a major motion picture on the QT.
And it's also impossible to make one without the backing, or at least the tacit consent, of the full Hollywood establishment, meaning the Jews.
If Hollywood as a whole doesn't want a movie made, it ain't going to get made.
You don't just need actors.
You need cameramen and stagehands and set designers and sound technicians and mixers and lighting crews and gaffers, accountants and makeup artists and special effects artists and stuntmen and so forth and so on.
It takes literally thousands of people to make a big-time Hollywood flick.
They are almost all in unions, including the writers, if you'll recall from a few years ago, and who controls the unions.
All it would take would be a couple of phone calls from a Hollywood Jew or two, and even if Mel Gibson could get some suicidal actors willing to destroy their careers, When he started shooting the brigade, not a single cameraman or stagehand or sound technician or makeup girl would show up on the set.
I have, in fact, gotten two alleged movie nibbles on my books down through the years, both in the form of emails from indie producers who seemed to be legit from what I could find out about them on the internet.
One of them was in California, and one of them was in England, and both times it was for non-racial novels.
One was for Stars in the Path, And the guy in the UK was interested in the rights for Vindictus.
I sent both of these guys polite replies with my phone number, and I never heard back from either of them.
So don't stock up on the popcorn yet, guys.
I don't think the Brigade is coming to Blockbuster or Netflix anytime soon.
Okay, I normally don't do music requests, or else this would turn into nothing but a request show, but our old buddy Mac from the panel shows sent this to me.
He likes it, and so do I. This is one of those pieces that I've heard in snatches and snippets all over TV and radio and movies for years as part of the soundtrack to wild and demonic goings-on of various kinds or in advertisements for various bizarre products.
And you'll probably recognize it too when you hear it, but all this time I never knew what it was.
What it is, is the Carmina Burana by the composer Karl Orff.
The Carmina Burana by the composer Karl Orff.
Thank you.
you you Hi guys, this is Axis Sally with just a quick rant for you.
Harold and I both get a lot of demands that we trot out our crystal balls and tell you all in minute, micromanaged detail quote-unquote how we're going to do it.
Well, we're not.
You're going to do it.
Of course, most of you have no intention of ever actually coming here, so you'll miss out on the chance of becoming part of a for-real revolutionary elite.
Just a quick recap.
Firstly, the entire Northwest Imperative is based on the idea that the federal government of the United States...
Which is the primary enemy of freedom and of our race, is weak and getting weaker every year.
Now, if the obsessive conspiracy nuts are right, and if Zog is indeed this all-powerful, omnipotent, ubiquitous, sees-all, knows-all, plans-all, invincible and pervasive tyranny that will never change, never die, and is manipulating us all secretly from behind the scenes, then obviously nothing will work and our race and civilization is doomed to perish from the face of the earth.
Which, in fact, seems to be exactly the message so many of us appear to want to convey.
I'm not exactly sure why so many of us seem to want to peddle nothing but doom and gloom and despondency and despair, but that's our little movement for you.
Most likely, it's so that they themselves have an excuse to avoid any risk or inconvenience.
We're all doomed, so why bother?
You get the idea.
But it's pretty clear from ongoing events in the Middle East and elsewhere that my assessment is the correct one, and not the wailing and whining of the doomsayers.
Direct resistance is possible.
We are seeing it every day on our television screens.
Zog is not invincible or eternal.
They are getting their asses most righteously whooped while we speak.
Furthermore, strong and vibrant bodies politic have no need to pass the kind of oppressive laws we are seeing, like the Patriot Act, in order to protect themselves.
They can afford to ignore little guys like Matt Hale and Chester Doles and Edgar Steele, but the Americans don't.
The United States government is scared.
What does this tell us?
Those little barefoot brown hadjis with nothing but AK-47s in their hands have one thing we lack: physical courage, pure and simple.
That's our missing ingredient, guys.
Once we reacquire that, after the revolution we'll all be amazed at how easy it was.
Ever since the Trayvon incident, I've been seeing a lot of things in the news that are considered hate crimes.
This is exactly what I saw happening.
I suppose that's technically correct.
I mean, if I assault someone, I probably do hate them, at least at that moment.
But last time I checked, assault was illegal regardless of how much you hated or did not hate the victim beforehand, so it makes no sense to give a person a harsher sentence for assaulting a black guy than a white guy.
The only purpose of hate crime laws is to strike fear in the hearts of any white people who might think of trying to protect themselves against non-white scum who are out to hurt them.
If it's a hate crime to ever physically harm someone of a different race, then I suppose all the blacks who loot and burn white neighborhoods and attack white women should be charged with hate crimes, too.
Drug-dealing scum are committing hate crimes against white youth, and Mexican immigrants are hate-criming when they devalue white neighborhoods with their presence.
Hate crimes also extend to sexual perverts, but not to people who want to be free of such perversions.
If you get in an altercation with someone who happens to be a homosexual, you're automatically guilty of a hate crime.
But if a homosexual forces his perversions on white children or other normal people, he is simply living an alternative lifestyle and we're the hateful ones if we don't accept it.
It does seem that normal white people, the same kind of people who are responsible for founding our civilization, are now seen as useless and expendable.
Blacks and other savages can get away with doing anything they want to whites while enjoying their own protected class status.
I would say that the blacks who continue to victimize us, stalk and harass us, ruin our schools and towns, and force us to live in fear and to watch our every word are all guilty of hate crimes.
These are hateful acts and are committed daily against an entire race of people.
The homosexuals who prey upon our children and, along with the Jews, force the rest of the world to embrace their lifestyles are also committing hateful acts.
They hate everything the healthy white family stands for, and they hate any adult or child who is not brainwashed to follow them, And they quite obviously hate themselves, subjecting their bodies and minds to filthy acts and act out their self-hatred on the rest of the world.
Maybe we should be fighting hate with hate.
There is nothing wrong with hate, provided it is directed at hateful things.
Any normal white person hates that which threatens his family, his safety, and his very existence.
The End
I want to take a moment right now to talk about something I've been meaning to mention Because I get questions on this topic fairly often, I just haven't gotten around to it yet.
I want to talk about why historical revisionism in general, and Holocaust revision in particular, are vitally important in the white struggle for racial survival.
A lot of our people don't get that, and they wonder why we have to waste time on a lot of obscure stuff that did or didn't happen 70 or 80 years ago, or further back.
It's true that given the short attention span and general historical illiteracy of white people today, This might seem to be a very peripheral concern.
Well, it's not exactly central to the issue of white survival, true, but it is important in the sense that we must and do have the truth on our side.
And part of our task as revolutionaries is to fight for the truth in issues of race, politics, economics, and history.
True, the truth will not always set you free, but it doesn't hurt.
The so-called Holocaust is the bedrock foundation of the New World Order, virtually its entire moral capital.
It's the basis for the self-perceived moral superiority of liberals and leftists and Jews over the rest of us.
It's what's supposed to make them so wonderful and good and compassionate and righteous avengers of the poor little persecuted fiddlers on the roof, blah, blah, blah.
And conversely, what makes us so wicked and evil and satanic that we can be persecuted, denied our rights, oppressed, murdered, and destroyed without a twinge of conscience?
The Holocaust is what the establishment uses to demonize us.
It is the basis and justification in one form or another for virtually every action that liberal democracy has undertaken for the past 70 years against Western culture and nations, and against people who attempt to uphold that heritage.
It is also a seemingly bottomless goldmine in the form of quote-unquote reparations, which money has financed murderous Israeli aggression in the Middle East and numerous anti-white Jewish institutions and projects the world over.
It is now a multi-billion dollar annual industry, which, given the present significant shrinkage in available tax dollars from world governments for peripheral liberal causes, is now shoring up much of world liberalism.
It's a prop which must be knocked out from under world Jewry's sagging and weakening structure.
Take away the Holocaust and what do you have left?
Without their precious Holocaust, what are the Jews?
Just a grubby little bunch of international bandits and assassins and squatters who have perpetrated the most massive, cynical fraud in human history.
Once the world at large becomes aware of the way in which we have all been lied to and deceived from birth about the causes, events, and responsibility for World War II, the Jews' days of lording it over the earth are numbered.
I recall seeing a television program on revisionism a few years ago, which closed with the appallingly ugly Jewish Deborah Lipstadt, making some statement to the effect that the real purpose of Holocaust revisionism is to make National Socialism an acceptable political alternative again.
I normally don't agree with anything a Jew says, but I have to say, bingo!
Got it in one!
Give that lady a cigar!
I understand very well that there are many revisionists who are not National Socialists, like I am, and who, in fact, oppose National Socialism.
Bradley Smith, for example, is married to a Mexican and can hardly be called a racist.
That's fine with me.
Anything which advances the cause of historical truth as an absolute value, not subject to present-day political correctness, inevitably helps in the growing reassessment and revival of the National Socialist and General White Nationalist worldview.
It's better to do the right thing for the wrong reasons than to do the wrong thing for any reason.
For all the immense amount of time and money and effort that the Holocaust industries put in, and will continue to expend in order to perpetuate this hoax, it won't work.
At the end of the day, they're on the losing end of history.
Now, for one thing, the whole issue is of growing irrelevance to the masses of today's white Americans, Canadians, and Europeans.
Everyday people are worried now about getting their homes foreclosed, massive unemployment, the collapse of the euro, rising gas prices that make it impossible to get to work even if you're lucky enough to have a job, and the possibility of being the victim of a racially motivated hate crime by blacks or browns.
Possibly in revenge for Trayvon Martin.
People care more about making ends meet, paying the mortgage, putting food on the table, and whether or not they're going to be attacked and brutalized by blacks tonight when they go to the mall, than whether or not the German army did something to somebody on the Russian front 70 years ago.
They're worried about whether they're going to walk into their workplace tomorrow and find that they've been downsized, that their promotion or raise has been taken by an unqualified woman or minority under affirmative action.
Or whether the whole plant's closing down and moving to Mexico or Taiwan.
They're worried about whether their son or daughter is going to get into college because of the racial quotas.
They're worried about whether their younger children are going to be sodomized in school by homosexual teachers, or whether they'll even learn to read.
The average white family today lives in a constant state of desperation and apprehension and stress.
People simply don't have time to worry about regurgitated 70-year-old propaganda from a war most people don't even remember in a world that no longer exists.
Now, let's be frank.
Who really gives a damn about World War II anymore, other than those who profit from keeping the whole horrible thing alive?
This doesn't mean that revisionists and white nationalists shouldn't do everything in their power to convey the truth to the mass of people.
Truth, for its own sake, is always worthwhile.
And this particular truth just might make the difference in changing our world when the time comes for us to lay aside the pen and take up the rod of iron.
A mind is a terrible thing to enslave, and the dose of righteous anger at the Jews for lying to the world for 70 years would be a very healthy thing for Joe Sixpack.
As far as my own personal beliefs go, I always found the whole idea of the Holocaust a bit hard to swallow, even as a child reading my first books about the war.
Even then, it struck me as such an illogical thing for the Germans to do while they were fighting a war for their survival.
I'm now personally convinced that nothing resembling the official version of the Holocaust occurred.
If nothing else, the David Cole video on Auschwitz should be enough to clinch it.
One look at the interior of the so-called gas chamber there, complete with skylights, is enough to make any rational person recognize that the entire story is a fraud.
But let me say this.
If the Simon Wiesenthal Center or the Holocaust Museum or anybody else were to produce for me absolutely irrefutable proof that the whole Holocaust did in fact occur exactly as advertised, it wouldn't make a damn bit of difference to me or cause me to alter my National Socialist faith by one iota.
In fact, in view of what the Allied bombs did to Dresden and Cologne and Hamburg, in view of what the Germans and the captive nations suffered under Stalin, I think it would probably cheer me up to think that at least some of those reptiles in human form who caused it all got theirs.
Okay, I admit I'm not having too much success right now initiating the kind of mass white migration to the Northwest that our race needs to survive and found our Northwest Republic.
But, you know, we've done this before, and no, I'm not talking about the first pioneers, and I'm not talking about the Mormons, although those are two good previous examples.
I know that almost all white Americans are historically illiterate.
That's one reason why I created my Weird Aryan History series, to try and teach our people something about our own past.
But we have in fact performed a migration very similar to what we have to perform today, as recently as 80 years ago in the time of our grandfathers, or maybe even our parents, depending on how old you are.
How many of you people have ever heard of the Okies?
If you grew up in California, I'm sure you've at least come across the term.
In the 1930s, when the First Depression hit, almost 4 million poor white people more or less abandoned whatever they had and fled westward to California in desperate search of jobs, mostly along the historic Route 66. This is very similar to the kind of flight that most of you are going to have to undertake in order to get the hell out of wherever you're living now and get your asses up here to the northwest.
You're going to have to flee rather than move because you left it too late.
A lot of these people back in the 30s came from Oklahoma, Arkansas, and Texas, where the farms were hit not only by depression, but successive years of drought, which created what was known as the Dust Bowl.
Hence the term Okies, although in fact they came from all over the South.
There was another surge around 1940 when the so-called defense boom began, as Roosevelt began gearing up for war, and the shipyards and the defense factories on the West Coast needed manpower.
Many of the first wave of Okies were migrant farm laborers, since Mexicans were scarce in those days.
This was before the 1965 Immigration Reform Act, when the United States still enforced the immigration laws.
It has been said that some Oklahomans who stayed and lived through the Dust Bowl see the Okie migrants as being quitters who fled when the going got tough, just like some of the naysayers we get regarding the Northwest migration.
But there is hardly a native Oklahoman today who does not have some family member who made the trip down Route 66. Just like in the future, virtually every white family remaining in what is now the United States will have at least a few family members who fled down I-90 or up I-5 in order to get away from the Obama Depression and the subsequent problems that have been caused by the Jewish attack on Iran.
One of the most well-known novels set during the Great Depression is The Grapes of Wrath by John Steinbeck.
It's very lefty and pro-Roosevelt, of course, as one would expect from that whole 1930s liberal red literary crowd.
These were people who thought Stalin was just the greatest thing since sliced bread, but it's actually a pretty good book, and it's capable of a very pro-white interpretation.
Grapes of Wrath focuses on the Jodes.
A poor family of tenant farmers driven from their Oklahoma home by drought, economic hardship, and changes in the financial and agricultural industries, i.e.
depression, i.e.
capitalism.
And let's not forget, capitalism can be just as bad for the white man as socialism and communism.
Due to their nearly hopeless situation, and in part because they were trapped in the Dust Bowl, the Jodes set out for California, along with thousands of other Okies.
I won't go into more detail about the novel, because like 1984, this is one you actually need to read, but the hero is Tom Jode, a young white man who defends his family and his community against oppression, and right or left, protagonists like that are in short supply these days.
This song is by an old-line commie folk singer named Pete Seeger.
Who taught me to play the banjo, believe it or not.
Or rather, his instruction book did.
and none other than Bruce Springsteen.
Men walking along the railroad tracks.
Going someplace there's no going back.
Highway patrol choppers coming up over the ridge.
Hot soup on a campfire.
Under the bridge.
Shelter lines stretching round the corner.
Welcome to the new world order.
Families sleeping in their cars in the southwest.
No home.
No job.
No peace.
No rest.
The highway is alive tonight.
But nobody's kidding nobody about where it goes.
I'm sitting down here in the campfire light, searching for the ghost of Tom Jones.
He pulls a pair of book out of a sleeping bag, Preacher lights up and put antiques and drags,
Waiting for when the last shall be first and the first shall be lame In a cardboard box near the underpants You got a one-way ticket to the promised land You got a hole in your belly and a gun in your hand Sleeping on a pillow of solid rock Feeling in the city acting The
highway is alive tonight.
But nobody's getting nobody about where it goes.
I'm sitting down here in the campfire light.
Searching for the ghost of Tom Jode.
We know the goose to tell you.
Now Tom said, Mom, Wherever there's a cop beating a guy, wherever a hungry newborn baby cries, where there's a fight against the blood and hatred in the air, look for me, Mom.
I'll be there.
Wherever there's somebody fighting for a place to stand, for a decent job or a helping hand, wherever somebody's struggling to be free, look in their eyes, Mom.
You'll see me.
The highway is alive tonight.
But nobody's getting nobody about where it goes.
I'm sitting down here in the campfire light.
Searching for the ghost of Tom Jobe.
Waiting on the ghost of Tom Jobe.
Waiting on the ghost of Tom Jobe.
Waiting on the ghost of Tom Jobe.
Pretty good little speech content wise, but the technical quality is not what it might be.
I don't know what audio MP3 program you're using, Connor, but it kind of makes you sound like you're underwater.
Or like you're Max Headroom wearing a Darth Vader helmet, if that makes any sense.
Anyway, you'll all see what I mean.
I cleaned it up as best I could.
Greetings, comrades.
I'd like to talk to you briefly about my first contact with the party and address some concerns that were at the forefront of my mind and are likely at the forefront of yours, too.
Mr. Covington asks that those who make first contact do so with a mailing address enclosed in the letter or email and a real name.
This probably sets off alarm bells among you steely-eyed lone wolf types.
You're undercover.
You're quiet.
You're not necessarily practicing leaderless resistance, but you don't want to draw unnecessary attention to yourself.
You're scared.
You don't want to give your name or a mailing address.
You don't want to receive any racial material at an address that can be traced back to you.
That's understandable.
Establishment retaliation is terrifying, especially to those of us who are gainfully employed.
I count myself among them.
But let me be blunt.
The party is into practical politics.
It's not a light-hearted organization.
It has certain expectations of its members.
A modest level of courage and intelligence is required, as well as the capacity for independent and verifiable action.
A desire to get this show back off the internet and into the real world in some way, shape, or form.
The first step is a mailing address with a real name.
Yes, your real name.
I know what you're thinking, but let me explain.
Intro packages cost money to produce and around $10 to send via mail, and are funded entirely by your comrades.
Mail sent to Thor Odinson tends to be returned to sender without a refund from the postal service, especially if Thor Odinson doesn't actually live in Beaver Drive in Cleaverville.
That means your inability to follow instructions, unless your mail is delivered by lazy or indifferent mailmen, constitutes stealing from your dues-paying and more committed fearless comrades.
That's pretty low in my opinion.
Yes, this first act requires some measure of courage.
And yes, some level of risk.
But given what we're facing, if you're too scared of your own shadow to even find a postbox address, then you're probably not very serious about your political tendencies.
No offense.
This is the first test you will undergo.
It's as much about getting a look at what's in your soul as it is about mailing addresses and intro packs.
Even though the intro packs are really, really cool.
As for me...
I purchased a postbox expressly for this purpose, in order to protect my privacy.
I mean, I didn't know what to expect, did I?
For all I knew, I was getting a bright red package covered in stickers with my name written on bold type all over it.
I had to play it safe and smart as I could.
And so I did.
As it turned out, the party was very discreet.
Mailing my intro pack in well-taped, well-secured, but otherwise unassuming package.
If you're a federal agent working under diversity quotas and ludicrous levels of workplace political correctness, and among hundreds of packages and enemy name lists you have to wade through every day, you come across a dumpy little brown parcel containing no metal object that is covered from end-to-end in thick tape.
Let's face it, you're probably going to toss it into the safe basket and move on to an unsecured envelope.
Sure, they might put your name onto a list.
But there are so many damn lists that honestly, if you've sent a racial email at any point or made an anonymous post to a car insurance forum about Africans living in America, you're probably already on one, or two, or three, or four.
Inter and intra-departmental competition for funding, promotions, and general feud fighting make federal law enforcement a demented stone behemoth at the best of times.
Just don't start hollering about being the next Timothy McVeigh.
And you're probably just a momentary blip on the radar.
One of many.
So far, you just want to move to a nice new place and be among like-minded people.
Even if some of them are a little wild-eyed.
This is not a crime.
Ultimately, if this step off the internet scares you too much, you're not quite ready for activism yet.
Don't worry.
With time and conscious effort, you will be.
It does take a while.
It took me months to pluck up the courage to even email the party, and months more to get a postbox.
Next, you'll want to pay your dues.
Oh no.
Not your precious shekels.
This will be the second test of your character.
If money means more to you than the cause, then frankly, you haven't got your priorities right.
Especially when it's such a small sum.
It's more a token gesture.
A demonstration of commitment.
In the United States and across the Western world, materialism, our doctrine, shall we say, not of our people, has robbed us of a great deal of our capacity to place what is right.
Above what is profitable.
Above the almighty dollar, so to speak.
Demonstrating that you are not completely victim to this.
Natality, if you want to call it that, is a necessary part of showing that you're a serious activist and want to be a part of the Northwest Front.
Think what you will of that.
If you want to make it an excuse not to get involved, then that's entirely your prerogative.
The truth is, your intro package full of goodies costs about ten dollars to send.
That ten dollars came from one of us.
Yes, the people actually paid the dues to the party.
Don't be a parasite.
At first, you'll have to send a check by mail, another exercise in intelligence, and some bravery, but most importantly, the capacity to organize something off the internet.
I strapped my check letter with layers of sticky tape and duct tape to make it seriously tamper-evident, and rather tamper-resistant besides.
Simple precautions like this make interfering with your privacy a hell of a lot of effort.
Most mercenaries and goons are going to take the path of least resistance.
You are not to be the path of least resistance.
Make that some guy from the Free State Project or whatever.
It's gonna sound nasty, but it's better him or her than you.
Do this once or twice.
It's $10 a month, people.
Seriously.
The jackasses over at Stormfront pay dues so they can keep on posting on a website where you can't even say the N-word as if that's the solution.
The party offers a solution, and if even a hundred, maybe two hundred of us paid our damn dues, we might be able to actually help each other to make it home.
Think about that.
Help with rent during the first month would make it so much easier for any comrade worth his salt to come home.
Think about a Northwest agency, long term or short term if we all work together.
Wow, wouldn't that be swell.
If you've done this stuff, then you're on track.
It's not rocket science, it's basic.
Yeah, it's scary at first, but courage is like a muscle.
The more you exercise it, the stronger it gets.
So start doing your duty, and let's get this show on the road.
For any more of you who would like to make audio files for this show or for your own podcasts or whatever reason, I recommend that you use one of two programs.
WavePad, which is what I use, or Audacity, which is supposed to be better, but it's a lot more complicated to learn.
And with those programs, you should buy a Samson PS01 microphone, which is a big goomer that looks like something out of a 1930s radio studio.
It's pretty expensive, but it works a treat.
Okay, time for another quick email.
Dear HAC, just finished listening to the March 1st Radio Free Northwest podcast.
Looks like some real progress is being made and I just wanted to make my presence known so you don't think I've wandered off like an ADD child would.
I have a topic that might be of some interest.
For the last month or so, I've been working construction at a naval base.
There are probably a grand total of 30 white guys on the job and 150 Mexicans, most of whom can't speak English and are probably illegal, which shows you how far down our military has slid.
The boss of the Mexicans, who is a Mexican himself, gets roughly $10,000 per week off his workers, and each of the 150 workers gets roughly $400 to $500 per week.
Just let that sit for a minute.
So the U.S. government and construction companies are hiring the illegals and paying them good money.
Hmm, nothing like feeding the rats cheese as they take over your home.
Anyway, I was thinking to help avoid a wetback invasion to the Northwest, perhaps it would be a good idea for white boys and girls to take on the construction workers' life.
It's true that wetbacks only hire their own kind unless forced to hire whites, so once they get a foothold in a community, it can be difficult to weed them out.
On a more humorous note, you remember the movie The Help, which came out either this year or last year.
The Navy has nothing but niggers as cleaning people, which I found to be pretty damned ironic.
Signed, Chris in Alabama.
I've never known anyone who came out here who was willing and able to work construction and had a few rudimentary skills like being able to drive a nail.
Who has remained unemployed for any length of time at all?
There is supposed to be a recession in the housing market here as well as all over the rest of the country, and that may be.
All I know is that everybody on the list, everywhere in the country, whom I know of, who does construction work, they're all employed.
A word to the wise guys, and I've said this before, if you are willing to get out there and pursue gainful employment like you really mean it, even in this crappy depression, you can get hired here.
Okay, another email, this one from a goat dancer.
Now, I won't read out the usual string of infantile abuse.
Reading these emails and blog comments that I get from these loons is kind of like watching that movie The Exorcist, where the little girl spews green vomit and whirls her head around and whacks off with a crucifix.
Yeah, like that.
However, these people do tend occasionally to seize on some valid questions and issues to howl around, and I don't mind addressing those, minus the insane context.
Anyway, the gist of this one is, when am I myself going to put down the computer mouse, or in this case the microphone, and leap up onto my white horse, draw my shining saber, and flourish it aloft?
And lead this big revolution that will create the Northwest Republic.
And if I don't, I am just such a horrible fraud and a Jew conman and an FBI agent and all that nonsense.
Now, you'd think I don't have to waste time dealing with this kind of nonsense, but actually, yes, I do, although not too much and not too often.
As stupid and obvious as it is, this horseshit has a kind of cumulative drip, drip, drip effect, spreading confusion and despondency and demoralization, especially with people as, shall we say, unsophisticated as white Americans.
And, of course, having that effect may be the deliberate intention of the people who are doing this.
They sure seem to have an awful lot of time on their hands to do it in.
But, okay, let's hit this one again.
Our people seem to expect some kind of modern-day Adolf Hitler who will stand behind a podium with the TV cameras riveted on him as he wows the millions.
Now, there is a vague impression floating around out there that I am expected to do the old Camille de Moulin trick.
Leap up onto a cafe table, harangue the crowd, and all of a sudden there are thousands of people with pitchforks and torches storming the Bastille.
Now, that actually happened, by the way, on July the 14th, 1789, in Paris, and it is now the French national holiday.
The Bastille was a fortress in the center of Paris, and apparently there was this kind of shopping mall type area or park in front of it that had some sidewalk cafes or picnic tables or something like that.
And there was something going on in the Bastille that people were noticing they were taking some prisoners in and out or something of the kind.
Anyway, a young journalist named Camille de Molin jumped up onto a table in one of the sidewalk cafes and began haranguing the crowd.
Now, no one knows exactly what he said because no one was sitting there taking shorthand.
There have been several versions of his speech that have come down to us down through the years, but I doubt any of them are accurate.
But basically, that's what he did.
He managed to stir up a mob to get primitive weapons and storm the Bastille.
Now, the important thing, as I've explained in the past, is not the fact that the mob stormed the Bastille.
It's the fact that when the governor of the Bastille got nervous and called in the army, the troops refused to fire on the people.
That was the true beginning of the French Revolution.
Not when the mob tried to storm the Bastille, but when the French king lost his muscle.
In our case, of course, the muscle is the police, the FBI, etc., etc.
This is why I rant and rave so much about cops and FBI agents.
They are crucial to this whole thing.
It's their muscle that keeps Obama in power.
But anyway, we won't get into that.
That's the way it was done in the past, to be sure.
It's all very dramatic, all very picturesque, but in those days we had populations who were still capable of responding to mass movement propaganda.
Remember, this was before everything became digitized and pretty much everybody became brain-dead through staring into electronic screens.
This is 2012.
The cafe table is now the internet, much to my disgust, but what can I tell you?
It is what it is.
I now have two personal video speeches available for distribution, so you can, if you want, see my ugly mug.
I do this podcast every week.
I do a monthly magazine every 30 days, and I'm more than willing to do any media interviews in the unlikely event that I'm ever asked.
I have the better mousetrap, but the world is never going to beat a path to my door until you guys let everybody know that we're here.
I can't do this without your help.
You know, I haven't had a good militaristic brass band number on here for a while, so here's another recording of one of my favorite all-time marches, The Hills of Peace by Frederick the Great of Prussia.
The Hills of Peace by Frederick the Great of Prussia
Thank you.
Thank you.
I know I talk a lot about character in these podcasts, but what do I mean exactly?
What, precisely, is a noble Aryan character supposed to be like?
I'll give you a hint.
Take a good long look at the whole history and the many personalities which comprise the white nationalist movement for the past 70 years.
That's not it.
It's not enough merely to be white in skin color.
That genetic heritage carries with it an obligation to follow an Aryan way of life, a life which is the polar opposite of the degeneracy and crapulous weakness which exists throughout the Western world today.
It's no good being Aryan if you behave and think like a nigger.
White people have a moral obligation to uphold a code of racial values and ethics and live every day by that code.
We need to judge every action and every aspect of our lives by the standard of our racial heritage and our obligations to ourselves, to others, to our race, and to history.
An Aryan man or woman needs to understand that life is not all about them.
That they are only part of a greater whole.
The Aryan way can best be summed up in three words.
Honor, loyalty, and duty.
Honor means living by a code of integrity, truth, honest dealing, and self-respect.
Loyalty means being loyal unto death to those to whom a pledge has been given, either other people, or to a cause, or to a nation.
Duty means doing right whatever the circumstances, even if it's difficult or might involve personal risk and sacrifice.
Our racial duty is threefold.
First, there's duty to our folk, our kindred.
This requires us to care for our folk, to be concerned about their well-being, their freedom and future.
This means our doing something practical and positive to help our folk.
Everything from being a good personal example to others, to fighting for freedom and for justice.
This duty requires us to aid our fellow white people in practical ways because we view those who share our blood and heritage to be brothers and sisters no matter how cruelly they have been brainwashed to hate and fear and persecute us.
This duty means that we place the welfare, freedom, and future of our own people before our personal self-interest and before the interests of others who are not of our blood.
Secondly, we have a duty to nature.
This duty requires us to respect nature, to live in a balanced way by restraining our greed, our desire for material possessions, and by respecting the culture of our ancestors.
This duty means that we think about the consequences of our actions, about how those actions affect nature and the world around us.
And we must strive to follow and enhance the ways and the culture of our ancestors, since those ways express our identity, our own unique place in the world.
It's not just hippy-dippy tree-huggers who care about the environment.
And just because most liberals are green idiots does not mean that the Republicans are right and corporations have the right to dump toxic waste into the air and the water.
Denying hundreds of thousands of white families their right to live as loggers in the Northwest because they might disturb the spotted owls is stupid.
But that doesn't mean that we want all the owls dead just to be mean, or in the name of progress, or whatever.
Duty to nature is usually simple common sense.
Not all change is necessarily good.
Taking what we need from nature to survive and thrive is one thing.
Destroying it from money profit is another.
Finally, we white people have a duty to the cosmos, to life as a whole.
It is in the Aryan nature to strive to know, to explore, to discover and create order.
This means we as individuals have not only the right, but the duty.
To use our reason to understand things, to add to our collective knowledge of nature and the world around us, and the universe in which we live, in order that all mankind in posterity may be enriched.
It's our racial duty to create a noble, just, and honorable society on this earth, of which our new Northwest Republic will be but the beginning, and then, like in my novels, we will venture forth to explore and colonize the very cosmos itself.
Aryan behavior, in public and in private, derives from personal honor and self-discipline.
A white man or woman should be dignified, not given to excessive show of personal emotion, and not given to dressing in an extravagant or flamboyant way.
He or she should be fair and just, and given to silence or humor in adversity.
Above all, the Aryan is restrained and seeks to be in control of themselves in whatever situation they find themselves in.
Using their skill, their reason, their experience, their character, their inventiveness, their resourcefulness, and heroism to overcome obstacles.
It goes without saying that racially conscious white men and women should associate only with those of our own race who live, think, and act as we do, who uphold our ancestral way of life and who show by their own behavior and deeds that they are worthy of our friendship and worthy to be our brothers and sisters.
It's impossible to be a National Socialist or a white nationalist and have non-white friends.
This isn't just a matter of expediency or even morality.
It's a matter of identity.
We must never be reluctant to formulate and act on moral judgments of ourselves and others.
Our racial standards of honor, loyalty and duty and decency aren't just nice things to live by.
They are necessary to our racial survival, and to allow anyone near us who does not or cannot understand these principles and live their lives like white people and not quiggers is dangerous to us and our children and to our future.
More than any other Aryan attribute, the word of a man of honor is his bond.
Among our ancestors, the very worst of criminals wasn't the murderer or the thief, it was the liar, the oath-breaker.
Because every transaction of society must be based on truth and good faith or else the result is tyranny and misery and chaos, as indeed we have seen in the past 70 years when these attributes have been lost.
A man of honor always does what he's sworn to do, however inconvenient it may be and however dangerous, because his honesty and his integrity make him what he is and he cannot betray a promise without destroying part of himself.
A man of honor treats others courteously, regardless of their culture, religion, and race.
This is called noblesse oblige, and real white men always show it.
A true white man treats women gallantly and is only disdainful and contemptuous of those who, by their attitude, actions, and behavior, treat him with disrespect or try to harm him.
When called upon to act, he acts without hesitation, and he never retreats or gives up until he has fulfilled his word.
In public, the Aryan man is somewhat reserved and controlled, and not given to displays of emotion or boasting.
Two thousand years ago, all of this was summed up in two short sentences by the Roman Emperor Marcus Aurelius in his famous meditations.
If it is not right, do not do it.
If it is not true, do not say it.
Well, our time is up, and so that's it for this week's edition of Radio Free Northwest.
This program is brought to you by the Northwest Front, Post Office Box 4856, Seattle, Washington, 98194.
Or you can go to the party's website at www.northwestfront.org.
This is Harold Covington, and I'll see you next week.
Until then, Sasha on the bond.
Freedom!
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