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Oh, then tell me, Sean O 'Farrell, tell me why you hurry so.
Hush your vocal, hush and listen, and his cheeks were all aglow.
I bear orders from the captain, get you ready quick and soon, for the pikes 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, rifle known to you and me.
One more roar for signal, token whistle of the marching tune.
For your bike upon your shoulder by the rising of the moon.
By the rising of the moon.
By the rising of the moon.
With your eyes upon your shoulder By the rising of the moon Out from many a mud-walled cabin eyes Were watching through the night Many a man's chest was throbbing For the blessed warming 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
leaves were fleshing out the rising mountain Greetings from the Northwest Homeland, comrades.
It's June the 28th, 2012.
I'm Harold Covington, and this is Radio Free Northwest.
Okay, guys, I hate to sound like I'm taking system politics seriously.
That's always been the ultimate form of right-wing senility.
But there are some things that have been going on this week which will affect the racial situation and which I suppose I need to comment on now.
Now, as of today, which is Tuesday...
The Supreme Court has not yet ruled on the constitutionality of Obamacare, and so I can't really comment on that right now.
I'll probably have to leave that until next week.
But this week, I would like to talk about the Arizona immigration law being partially upheld by the Supreme Court.
Now, the nine-old swine retained the provision of State Bill 1070, which allows police to check on a suspect's immigration status after he or she has been arrested for another crime.
And by the way, that's what all the sound and fury has been about for the past two years.
That's all it ever was.
The simple and obvious step of identifying the legal status of someone who is being held in police custody, similar to running somebody's fingerprints and checking for wants and warrants.
Now, you would think that this would be a matter of common sense, but then common sense has very little to do with law and government in this country anymore.
Furthermore, one of the things that seems to have slipped through the cracks media-wise is the fact that the law hasn't even been enforced in Arizona at all yet, because the first thing that happened after it was passed was that a federal judge issued an injunction against any police officer in the state checking an arrested suspect's immigration status.
Not one immigration check has been run, so far, anywhere in Arizona under SB 1070.
It's true that the Supreme Court decision allows that, but they gutted the rest of the law, including the all-important provision making it a criminal offense in Arizona to knowingly employ an illegal alien, which was in fact the real key to the whole law.
The secret to getting all these goddamn beaners out of here, other than rounding them all up and making them start walking south at gunpoint, of course, is to stop these goddamn rich capitalist pigs from employing them.
If the existing laws were enforced and there were no jobs here for the beaners, they wouldn't come here.
You know who the worst offenders are?
It's not poor, struggling white farmers who desperately need a few extra hands to bring in their apples and lettuces.
Nor is it the building contractor who picks up a truckload of wetbacks on a certain street corner in the morning to finish a job.
Nor is it even the rich Hollywood Jews and corporate executives who hire all the illegals as gardeners and pool boys and maids and nannies.
No, the people who are responsible for giving millions of American jobs to these greaseballs are the big corporations, the meatpacking plants like Armour and Hormel.
Remember about two years ago when the ICE was still deporting people?
And they raided a Hormel processing plant in Denver, and they picked up over 700 illegals who were making $20, $21 an hour working on the line.
And then there's the big California agribusinesses, like the ones who periodically make consumers sick with their diseased fruit and produce, which has been contaminated by the filthy hands of these Mexican workers at the processing plants who don't use toilet paper, but they use their fingers instead.
Then there's virtually the entire American construction industry, including state governments for highway maintenance.
I'll give you just one personal example.
Do you know who one of the biggest employers of illegal aliens is in the Research Triangle Park back in North Carolina?
I'll tell you.
It's a goddamn university in North Carolina and Chapel Hill, one of the biggest liberal institutions in the country.
Now, I know this because during the brief period 17 years ago when I went home for a while, I was astonished at how the Mexicans had taken over my more or less hometown and had driven out all the blacks.
That's about the only good thing I can say for the Beaners, is that when they move in, all the niggers move out.
Like sharks and dolphins, they won't swim in the same water.
Now, in this case, all the Carborough niggers had moved over to Durham to live in the projects.
All the landscapers and janitorial staff and food service workers and other manual laborers on campus were Central American illegals.
Oh, the university was able to maintain a legal fig leaf so they could pretend they didn't know because all of these jobs were hired out to various subcontractors so they could claim ignorance if it ever came back on them in some way, like some Mexican going berserk and raping and killing some white girl students, which happened on at least one occasion while I was there.
But they knew alright.
I mean, you could hardly miss the fact that everybody pushing a broom and a rake or washing a dish in the dining hall was brown and gabbling away in Spanish.
Jobs that used to be done by blacks and by working class whites.
Basically, that's why the niggers all moved to Durham and got on welfare.
Because the university stopped hiring them.
It had to be a deliberate policy on UNC's part to exclude native-born American employees in favor of illegal wetbacks.
This is one reason why today, in the so-called southern part of heaven, you can walk from one end of Franklin Street to the other and never hear an actual southern accent.
The local southern white people who lived in Chapel Hill and Carborough when I was growing up there have been driven out by a combination of illegal Mexican labor and skyrocketing property values.
For example, I saw the other day online that the house my father built in 1969 and the land it sits on now is valued at over a million dollars.
That's insane.
The last time I drove down Orange Grove Road, which was many years ago, From what I could tell, almost all of the local white people who lived there in 69 and 70 are gone now, driven out by lefty-lib university assholes with six-figure salaries of taxpayers' money and big, huge, newly-built McMansions.
I'm sorry, Grandpa Simpson is raining again, but like most of us geezers, I'm old enough to remember and understand what we've lost down through the years.
Okay, getting back to the Arizona Supreme Court decision.
This illustrates the truth about illegal immigration, if you know how to look at it.
Now bear in mind this was an eight-to-one majority on the court.
What you have to understand about the illegal immigration thing is that both parties want them here.
Hence the big Supreme Court majority from both liberal and conservative justices.
The Democrats want them here and want to get them amnestied, legalized, and registered to vote so that they will have a locked-in permanent majority which will guarantee perpetual power to the Democratic Party, just like they've seized perpetual power in the state of California.
California used to be the state of Ronald Reagan, one of the most politically conservative in the Union.
But the liberals artificially changed the demographics through illegal immigration, until the state is now majority non-white and virtually all of the productive white people have fled the state to get away from the crime and the crushing taxation and the corruption of Sacramento.
That's what's coming for the rest of the country if Obama and the Democrats are not removed from power.
The Republicans want them here because they represent capitalist and corporate America, and capitalism requires an endless supply of cheap labor.
Preferably brown and non-union.
A lot of this has been accomplished with outsourcing, sending American jobs to increasingly exotic places like India and Guatemala and Indonesia.
For example, do you know that the Jew billionaire Mark Zuckerberg outsources a lot of Facebook's tech support and so-called security to Morocco, of all places?
But the simplest way to get your cheap third world labor...
Is simply to stop enforcing the immigration laws and bring them here, by the millions, which is what the Republicans have done.
Initially, at least, the present immigration crisis wasn't brought about by hook-nosed Jews or sappy, self-hating white liberals.
It was brought about by white men in expensive suits from big multinational corporations who cared only about their company's bottom line and never gave a damn about the rest of us or about their country or their heritage or their moral duty.
White America and our future here was sold for money.
Of course, the Republicans want the beaners here just as much as the Democrats, but the big difference is that the Republicans like the status quo.
They like things the way they are.
Got them here, got them working, got them crowding up the emergency rooms, got them raping and killing and generally running wild, but they can't vote.
The Republicans don't want them amnestied and legalized and registered to vote.
They have finally caught on to the fact that if the Democrats get away with this, the GOP will never see the inside of the White House again.
And so, very belatedly, they're waking up.
You can always use Rush Limbaugh as a bellwether to figure out what the Republican establishment is thinking.
And I knew about a year ago when Limbaugh finally started talking about immigration after 25 years of silence.
That the country club Rockefeller said had finally figured out the catch in their little cheap labor scheme.
And if they don't watch out, the Democrats are going to create a socialist welfare state here and try to make the 1% pay taxes, which will be very inconvenient for them.
The super-rich will never actually pay any taxes.
They'll just move their wealth and maybe even themselves out of the country.
And the very poor can't pay any taxes.
So, as always, it's what's left of the white middle class that gets stripped to the bone to pay for all the Democrats'brave new world.
The End Good evening, comrades.
Tonight I'm going to be talking about a book by Mikhail Heller called Cogs in the Wheel, The Formation of Soviet Man.
This was a book written back in the mid-80s.
This was written after 80 years of the Soviet system, but right before the system started to collapse.
So, this book records a very unique time in history.
It is a time when an author can look back on Soviet history, but it's before a time when such a history would be retrospective.
History deals with how the Communist Party in the Soviet Union consolidated its power and really influenced the Soviet psychology so that it might stay in power.
You have to understand that any revolution naturally wants to be the last revolution ever.
So every society wants to maintain itself and perpetuate itself.
For doing this, the Soviets had three tools.
They had the story of the miracle, which was the story of the 1917 revolution.
They had the mystery of how Marxist theory explained the course of history.
And they had authorities such as Lenin and Stalin.
So with these tools, they manipulated education and made education essentially a tool of propaganda, and they used various forms of art and media to keep the people in a certain childlike psychological state.
It was quite interesting because, from the beginning, apparently the system did not work very well.
Around 1917, according to this book, apparently there had started to be trade unions in Russia and in some of the other territories that would become Soviet.
After the Revolution, the idea was that the workers run their own factories by having periodic meetings where they would discuss production and workers' rights.
For some reason, this method of direct factory control did not work very well.
What ended up happening was that the workers really did not do very much actual work.
So from the beginning, the Soviet Union did not have many services or goods.
And this led to the famous long lines that one remembers when one thinks of the Soviet Union.
However, no one was allowed to talk about this.
More and more as the years went on, language, such as what people wrote about, or even the lyrics of popular songs, were altered or manipulated to fit the regime.
And eventually, the regime even came up with a language similar to news speak that, apparently, I don't know that it ever caught on, but they did come up with it.
What's really fascinating about this is that in the manipulation of language and in the manipulation of speech and expression, there were evident topics that one could not talk about.
And I think that this is true even in our society today.
Even though we probably think of ourselves as being very different from the Soviets, and I think in many ways we are, we do have many things that cannot be spoken of.
The other interesting thing that the author says is that this book was written again in the mid-80s at a time when computerization was just coming into view, at least for the average person.
And he talks about how the Soviet system will face a very great challenge once people can see how the rest of the world lives and how there are goods and services in other parts of the world.
So I think this book, instead of being just a dated book, I would call this really more of a historical book.
So I really found it to be a page-turner.
I would suggest that if you can find this book that you would read it because I think it applies not only to the Soviets but even to us today.
That's why I found it so fascinating, and I think that you will too, so I would definitely recommend that you read this book, and I thank Harold for sending it to me.
So, thank you for listening.
I hope you enjoyed my review.
Thank you.
Okay, I was going to give all you skinhead rockers out there an Ian Stewart special this week, but...
To be honest, either YouTube has instituted some kind of security measures to prevent people like me from converting their files to MP3, or else something on my computer's gotten buggered up because when I tried to download and convert the songs I wanted, I got all kinds of weird error messages.
So, while I'm sorting that out, this week we're going to feature the work of Canada's greatest folk singer, Stan Rogers, who was tragically killed in a plane crash in 1983, but who left behind some of the best individual music I've ever heard.
I played this first one once before, more than a year ago, about a former rodeo rider who retires and buys himself a nice ranch to settle down on, but he's got a bit of a rustler problem, which he handles in a very Second Amendment way.
We'll be right back.
But the bulls were getting tough and he was never free of pain.
Where others blew their winnings getting tanked, most of his got banked, saving for the farm.
He never thought she'd wait for him at all.
She wanted more than broken bones and trophies on the wall.
But when he quit and finally got the farm, she ran into his arms and now they've got a kid.
Star of all the rodeos, but now they rob him blind.
It took 18 years of ramble holes and life on the line.
They get this spread in a decent herd, but now he spends his time pulling night guard.
He told her that he'd got it for the game.
Winnie 303 with his initials on the frame.
Riding in the scabbard at his knee.
Tonight he's gonna see who's getting all stuck.
Seventh one this summer yesterday.
Half the year of profit's gone and now there's hell to pay.
The cops say they know who, but there's no proof.
The banker hit the roof and damn near took the car.
He was star of all the rodeos, but now they rob him blind.
It took 18 years of ramables and life on the line.
Forget the spread and a decent herd, but now he spends his time pulling night guard.
He hears the wire popping by the road.
Sees the blacked out reel coming for another load.
This time it's not one they take but two.
Two minutes and they're through and laughing in the cab.
And here will be the end of this.
Cause all the proof he needs is lying steady in his sights.
It may be just the worst thing he could do, but he squeezes up a few.
Then makes his call to town.
He was star of all the rodeos, but now they rob him blind.
It took 18 years of ramables and life on the line.
Once again, my reason for setting up these meetings is because I think it's inexcusable that there are so many comrades in one area who have never walked out of their homes and met each other.
We have enough Stormfront and VNN posters, but hardly anyone who will actually meet another white person.
I'm sad to say that not even those who add their names to the email list will get out of the house to meet someone in a Starbucks.
If you don't want to meet others, please don't ask to be added to the list.
How is this for motivation?
One of our comrades actually came all the way to Washington from Michigan for the sole purpose of attending this meeting.
Those of you who live closer than Michigan, what were your excuses again?
Anyway, this comrade wanted to make sure, before he came all that way, that we would actually be getting some real work done to get this thing off the ground as opposed to just socializing.
I assured him this was not just for fun and food, we are trying to make a certain set of novels a reality.
We don't have time to screw around with dumb games.
But we did have fun.
There's nothing wrong with having fun with this stupid movement if the work you're doing to secure our race just happens to result in people actually enjoying each other's company.
It doesn't always have to be nothing but paranoia and Harold's Grandpa Simpson stories.
Most of you know I started out in the NSM, and while I feel the Northwest Front is a better fit for me, I will say the NSM was a lot of fun.
The rallies were fun, and I loved seeing the hundreds of cops that all had to work overtime just because of 50 people in Nazi uniforms, the screaming hippies, the faggots in their glittery shoes and sequins, the TV cameras and flags waving, and the dumb anti-fascists getting arrested for throwing paint cans and rocks and bottles to protest the wicked racists.
We may not have accomplished anything great for the white race, but it was a hell of a lot of fun.
And, of course, after that we'd have the real party, which usually included a lot of mead and good food and cool Nazi stuff to buy and loud music.
Now, many of you who know me know that I haven't always thought highly of skinheads, but I will admit I love the music.
No Remorse has always been my favorite band, and I'm also fond of Final War and the Bully Boys.
There were a few somewhat talented musicians in the NSM, and I enjoyed seeing their bands after the rallies, but one thing I wish I had gotten to do is attend one of those huge skinhead music festivals like Arianfest purely for the fun of it.
No big secret important meeting, no recruiting, no community service or mind comp study, just loud racist music and fun for its own sake.
So that's my embarrassing little secret, that I would actually enjoy something like that, even though I probably wouldn't talk to anyone there.
But hopefully my original mission will prove successful, because remember, the people you have a picnic with today may be the people who save your life tomorrow.
I've been reading about a lot of school shootings recently, as well as other accidental shootings of children in my area.
These shootings are almost always the result of non-whites acting true to their race, or careless parents who don't know how to supervise children because they're off getting high instead of parenting.
Of course, the liberals want to blame the guns themselves rather than admit certain people just don't know how to be parents and certain other people don't belong around white people.
In many of these situations, it was the mother's boyfriend who had left the gun out for the children to find.
Maybe that's part of the problem here.
Why do so many of these mothers have boyfriends and not husbands?
Why are the mothers leaving their children and their firearms with their boyfriends?
I blame poor parenting in these cases, not the presence of guns.
When liberals aren't trying to take guns away from us altogether, they want to render them useless with trigger locks or enact laws that force us to keep the guns unloaded and locked up, and the ammunition locked up as well.
Parents who actually take their children hunting or target shooting are seen as grossly irresponsible.
Instead, we are supposed to teach our children that guns are bad and dangerous.
We are also taught that defending our family and our home is wrong, and are told instead to call the police and wait for them to show up while the savages roam through our homes and harm us.
Remember the news story a while back about the young mother who called 911 and got permission to shoot an intruder?
She did shoot the guy, but the problem is she had been brainwashed into thinking she had to call and get permission first.
Nobody needs permission to protect her child from a dangerous ghetto thug.
You shoot whether you have permission or not, whether it is legal or not.
Saving a white child's life is absolutely worth going to jail for.
Liberals never understand that when they keep adding more and more gun laws, all they are doing is punishing white families who want to teach their children how to one day save their own lives while having no effect on the black criminals who will not follow the laws anyway.
When was the last time some black thug stopped victimizing white people because it was illegal?
Much in the same way that drunk driving laws do not stop people from driving drunk, Requiring trigger locks will not stop blacks from behaving like blacks.
Responsible white parents should teach their children that guns are for killing those who would harm you or your family, but that they can also be a lot of fun.
How many of us remember plinking at cans in the woods when we were kids?
I don't, unfortunately, because I grew up being taught that this was a dangerous activity that would surely kill us all and that guns were only for deranged criminals.
A lot of white young adults have never fired a gun at all.
Every racially aware white family should teach their children responsible firearm use because it is very likely that soon your lives will depend on it.
Think of a gun as a life insurance policy.
How much is your life worth to you?
How much is your life worth to you?
I got an email this week from a kid named Brian in England.
Dear Mr. Covington, why do you think it is that so many leftist white people, race traitors, are so eager to have their own race wiped from the earth?
How do they justify this in their own minds?
These days you only need to watch the news for 15 minutes to see how prejudiced the world has gotten towards whites.
How can they claim something isn't happening which is happening right in front of their eyes every day?
Hoo boy, Brian, I am entirely serious when I say that there are men, genuine philosophers and scholars and thinkers, men much smarter and more educated and insightful than either you or I, who have quite literally devoted almost all of their adult lives to that subject, and who have written many great books on that very puzzling and fascinating question.
I'll recommend some of them for you now, because any answer that I can give you here will be completely inadequate due to time limitations.
I should also tell you that these will be very heavy reading.
Judging from your email, you went to a public school, and you probably don't know how to read a block of type for content, but you need to force yourself to learn, and that goes for all you kids out there who went to public schools or who are attending them now.
The racial and political knowledge that you need is not to be found on electronic screens of any kind, at least not properly organized and presented, and not in any very effective context.
The knowledge that you need lies in books.
That you must hold in your hand and go off somewhere quiet for extended lengths of time where you can concentrate on what the text says and think about it, free of dancing cartoons and bells and whistles.
My generation was the last that was actually taught that skill in our childhood, although by then many of our families had color TV, and our minds and attention spans were already becoming contaminated by bright moving images on electronic screens.
Anyway, the books that I would recommend to you, Brian, that you eventually obtain and read are The Foundations of the 19th Century by Houston Stuart Chamberlain, Mein Kampf by Adolf Hitler, and Which Way, Western Man by William Gailey Simpson.
Probably reading them in reverse order would be best, since Simpson's book is the most recent.
I actually knew Bill Simpson personally, and although his book is heavy-going for anybody, it at least has much more modern terms of reference.
However, before you do that, I recommend you try White Power by Commander George Lincoln Rockwell.
The White Power was written in the 1960s, and so it's really dated by the standards of most people alive today.
But it's a lot simpler, and it will be a good warm-up exercise for you.
There's a lot of pretty good racial analysis being published today, like the work of Jared Taylor, but unfortunately it's contaminated by neoconservatism, which I define basically as Zionists who don't like niggers and liberals, but who worship Jews and Israel.
But you didn't email me to get a book list, I know, Brian, so I'll take a crack at answering your question now.
Why do white people hate themselves so badly that they want their own people to perish from the face of the earth?
Now, I could tell you that it's because they've been brainwashed and socially engineered into thinking that, which I think you already know, and that would be true as far as it goes.
But then you have to get into who does the brainwashing, how they do it, and how they find such receptive materials to work with in the minds of young white people.
And that's the point where I could just go off endlessly, podcast after podcast, talking about nothing but this one subject.
Endless rabbiting on about this very topic is what many so-called white leaders' message consists of exclusively.
It's all they do.
They talk and talk and talk and talk and talk endlessly about the problem, examining it and dissecting it from every possible angle, and they never so much as whisper one word about the solution.
Mostly, this is out of fear for their own skins, because we all know what the solution is.
We're just too chicken shit to do it.
And until I came along, we were all too chicken shit even to so much as whisper it.
But dragging myself back to your question, Brian, short and simple.
White people hate themselves because they have been brainwashed by Jews to do so.
A lot of people who are curious about what's going on in the world, a lot of people who ask this kind of question are missing that key ingredient.
In order to understand what is happening to the white race today, you must understand the Jewish question.
The Jews are the key.
You cannot discuss what's going on with the white man or the decay of Western civilization or the problems we have today without talking about Jews any more than you can discuss disease without mentioning microorganisms or germs.
We gave them a very bad scare during World War II when we came close to taking away all their accumulated wealth and power, and they figured that the only way to make sure us white boys never threaten their wealth and power again is to kill us all.
Plus, they have always hated white people's Christian religion, which they consider to be a schismatic offshoot of Judaism.
This is a holdover from the Middle Ages, when the Christian churches took their religion seriously and read the Bible correctly, wherein it states that the Jews killed Christ, which they did, by the way.
Christians, therefore, gave the Jews quite a hard time for about 1900 years or so.
I admit that.
White people refuse to allow them to accumulate the kind of wealth and power that they have today, not to mention burning a number of them at the stake and running them out of 40 or 50 white nations over the past 20 centuries or thereabouts.
What you have to understand is that the Jews honestly believe that they are the chosen people of God and that they have the right to rule over the earth and everybody in it.
And when white boys in the western world down over the past two millennia wouldn't go along with this, it really pissed them off.
So, basically, the Jews have decided to exterminate white people.
And one of the many ways that they're going about it is to use their control of the media and the educational system to make us hate ourselves and participate in our own racial destruction.
I imagine it amuses them.
They are, in essence, talking us into committing suicide.
Brian, that is a gross oversimplification of a topic which, I repeat, brilliant scholars and historians and intellectuals have devoted their whole lives to studying and will do so in the future.
But it is the simplest, short answer I can give off the top of my head.
Okay, about 18 months ago, I ran a special feature on one of these podcasts on The Rebel Yell.
This week, I had a special request from one of our Southern supporters to rerun it, which, as a Southerner myself, I'm proud to do.
The very essence of the Museum of the Confederacy is to be an educational institution.
We've got this fabulous collection.
If we use it properly, people will understand more the people of the South and the conduct of the war.
If you listen to the CD that we put together, we explained the history of the yell, the size of different units, and the sound, the rebel yell, the mystery of it.
The fact that historians for decades have said the sound has been lost.
We don't know what it sounded like.
The fact that re-enactors and Confederate veterans heritage groups have been giving what they thought was the rebel yell.
To determine what it really sounded like was an adventure.
And it was one of the most important sounds of the war.
Shortly after I took the job, I went down to a Civil War Preservation Trust meeting and I was riding in a bus on a battlefield tour with someone who told me about one of the original recordings of the Rebel Yell.
And I came back from that trip and went on the website and listened to it.
Ah!
I said, "Wow, that doesn't sound like what I thought it was supposed to sound like." And that piqued my imagination.
I guess it was an epiphany when we said, "Gee, it was not one guy doing it.
It was not one soldier by himself that was being described.
It was tens or hundreds or thousands at a time giving the L." And that really started us on the project of, "Let's give this one person multiple voices." Enter the world of new technology, and it was not complicated technology or anything, it was just go to a sound studio and get that one voice recorded over and over on top of itself.
We altered the treble each time, we altered the speed, the tenor, so that it sounded like a hundred or a thousand different guys.
When that came back from the sound studio, and we put it on a CD player, what a thrill!
Because it didn't sound at all like the one guy, and it sounded remarkably like the words in the letters and memoirs were describing.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Fire!
Thank you.
You could sense the adrenaline rush that the Confederate soldiers would get when they were giving it.
You could sense that the chest would fill up and you didn't care that grape and canister was coming your way and men were falling left and right.
The flip side of that is you could sense the eeriness, the spookiness, the fear that would have gone into the Union troops.
After we listened to it and reflected on it, the one voice multiplied into thousands.
Then came a period of distrust.
Could this person be representative of the whole Confederate Army?
At that time, we said, we need to find another recording.
Did all the normal searches on the Internet, and finally saw some reference to the fact that the United Daughters of the Confederacy had a copy of a Rebel Yell given by a Confederate veteran.
And I recall vividly putting that CD on the CD player.
and I hit the play button And here, that exact same sound came pouring out of the speakers, and I remember the flush of saying, we've got it.
Here are two different men, two different units, two different times, one being recorded in North Carolina, the other in California, one infantry, the other cavalry, one North Carolina, the other Virginia.
This was enough credible evidence that these two guys, doing the same sound, were representative of the Confederate Army.
And so the project really took off from there.
The question of the Rebel Yell has been revived in part, I think, by this discovery that we've made, the CD we've produced.
Clearly, there's still untold stories.
The one thing that we did not find was, what's the origin?
Where did it come from?
I think that more research could lead us to a better understanding of the origin of the Rebel Yell.
That would be the one piece that I would love to see clarified over the next couple of decades.
The Yell was different from all the sounds ever heard.
The throats of maddened hounds, of starved hyenas and angry beasts, in deadly fight over bloody feasts, or wails of souls in purgatory.
Lost to heaven and all its glory, ne 'er cast over man such awful spells of terror as did those rebel yells.
After 22 years of reenacting, discover something.
When we have been doing the rebel yell for all those 22 years, prior to learning the proper rebel yell, we would go on the field and we would give a yell.
And it would expel all the air out of our lungs because we yell at the top of our voice because we want to make it sound as loud as humanly possible and to put fear in the people in front of us.
But what that did, it really wore us out.
Because as you're marching across the field and you yell at the top of your voice and all the air goes out your lungs, you're gasping for more air.
But when you do the rebel yell the proper way with the cadence to it, The high-pitched yelp, the low-pitched bark, and a long high-pitched yelp.
It's much like talking.
And you don't run out of air, and you don't get exhausted.
And you can do this marching across an entire field without getting exhausted.
And when the Museum of the Confederacy put together their CD, The Rebel Yell Lives, they took these two voices and they blended them together.
And they made some high-pitched, some lower-pitched, so it sounded like a lot more men than just two men.
And they put that all together so you would hear what a regiment and a brigade and a division sounded like, and an entire army.
But what they did was true to life.
Because when you hear men do it in reality, and you hear 40 men or 400 men, it sounds exactly like what the Museum of the Confederacy put out, and I have to take my hat off to them.
They did a wonderful job.
After I heard the CD for the first time, I knew that this had to be...
Taught to as many Confederate reenactors as possible.
I went out to my reenactment unit when we had our School of the Soldier, and I taught it to them.
And I filmed the 40 of us doing it on the field that day.
Pitched the idea then to the museum about coming out and filming this themselves to a larger unit.
So we did it last year at Cedar Creek with 400 reenactors there.
But there's one thing throughout the years that we have been doing incorrect, and that is the rebel yell.
And so that is why I'm here today, so to teach you the proper rebel yell.
It is in a cadence of three.
A high-pitched yelp, a low-pitched bark, and then a long high-pitched yelp.
It goes, HELP!
Who?
Help!
Help!
Who?
So, here is your chance.
Give me a high-pitched yelp.
Now give me a low-pitched bark.
Now give me a long, high-pitched yelp.
Of course, when we were up at Cedar Creek and I taught the 400 of them the proper way to do the Rebel Yelp, we assembled ourselves to do a charge, a bayonet charge across the field.
Go!
Lay it up!
Go!
Thank you.
And I mean, it was the talk all around camp after that charge.
I mean, everybody was enthusiastic about it because for us to be able to not only know what it sounded like, to be able to recreate it ourselves, it reached something inside all of us that we were very proud to be part of bringing this history back to life.
Tell you what, guys, how about we imagine a...
Company-sized outfit of Northwest Volunteers charging a police station or a government office or overrunning an FBI SWAT team.
weapons blazing on full auto and sounding off just like that.
Ha ha ha ha ha.
If only.
This is an old English North Country ballad sung by Stan Rogers.
He's born in Rowan Shield.
And the golden rod he has cast in to see what the lake might yield.
And when rose she from the lake, it passed in late when she One had the form of a maiden fair with a chap and mare's body.
And loud, long and trill he ruled till his feet was by his side.
High overhead the grey hot glue that swiftly lead and ride.
Singing horse, well, we bring you down now.
Fetch me the chap that bear.
Stoop and strike me the grey hot glue and bring me the maiden fair.
Woo!
Woo!
She said, pray she thy silvery sword, lay down thy rowing shield.
For I see by the briny blood that flows, you've been wounded in the field.
And she's stood in and down with her velvet mill, bound and ground with her silver chain.
And she's kissed his veil as once and twice, and three times round again.
And she's bound his wound with her golden rock.
Oh, fast in her arms he lay.
And he has risen hail, and soon at the sun high in the day.
She said, ride with your brindled hounds and you.
And you're good grey hockey handers, dunk and harp.
But lead who's laid to the witch of the West Maryland.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Now, really, I understand that Americans, as a rule, don't do subtlety, and you don't do complexity, and you don't do nuance.
You have to have everything spelled out for you slowly, clearly, and multiple times.
I'm not stating this as a criticism.
It's simply a fact of life.
If you went to a public school, as most of you did, then there's a very high likelihood that you're a functional illiterate who was never taught how to think.
You were taught how to feel, which is most certainly not the same thing.
It's not your fault that you've been deliberately dumbed down, but in most cases it's simply a reality and one that I have to recognize and work around.
Now, I spend a large part of almost every podcast every week begging you to get your asses in gear, get that U-Haul packed, and get your pale, quivering carcasses up here to the Northwest where God and destiny have determined that you need to be.
With a small number of noble and inspiring exceptions, I'm ignored.
I have two tasks at the moment.
The first is to try and increase the number of people among our 5,000 or so weekly listeners who are not ignoring me.
But who at least appear to be actually listening and making an effort to understand what I'm saying here about migration.
Listening is the first step to leaving.
The second task is, of course, to increase the number of people who are at least tuning into the program every week.
But that's actually not my department.
It's yours.
Now, on the subject of migration to the Northwest homeland, for reasons I won't get into right now, I want to try and make something clear that I honestly thought was clear, but evidently not.
Now, you people do understand, don't you, that there is no NVA in real life.
You do understand that there is as yet no party, as I have described in my novels, and that you're not being asked to come here and join the party and the Northwest Migration Movement.
You are being asked to come here and make the party and the Northwest Migration Movement.
You are not being asked to sashay on in and take a seat on the bus.
You're being asked to build the bus from the tires on up, and then fill the tank with gas, and then drive it so that others who come after you will be the ones who get on and sit down in ready-made seats.
You can follow the metaphor here, can't you?
Or not.
Do American white boys do metaphor anymore, or did Bart and Homer Simpson kill that?
Pity.
We used to be pretty good at it.
You are immigrating here to the Northwest first and foremost to make a life, not join a movement or a party.
Like we did back 400 years ago, the colonists must first make the voyage.
Then they must land.
Then they must build their cabins and raise their crops.
Then they must build the roads and the schools and the businesses.
And then, when they have sunk roots deep into the land, then they rebel against the king.
That's a metaphor.
Do you follow what I'm saying?
I'm asking you to be a true pioneer in the dictionary as well as the political sense of the word.
I am asking you to go first.
There is no safety net.
You must come here, make your life and your career here in the homeland, and you must weave that safety net for others.
There are no picnic tables set out with cakes and ale waiting for you.
You must be the ones to buy or build a picnic table, bake the cakes, brew the ale, and set it all up.
There is no finished product here, which is what I know all of you want.
There's no question in my mind but that if we were able to trot out a finished product, a rolling bandwagon with people and sound and fury and flags and bells and whistles and TV cameras trailing us, a crowd that the white boys could hide in, then tens and then hundreds of thousands and then millions of people would jump on it.
But you have to come here first.
Build the bandwagon.
Test the wheels and get it rolling.
Now that's why I'm failing.
It's like the story of Henny Penny from when we were kids, or when my generation were kids anyway.
We had Henny Penny, some of you had Ren and Stimpy, and some of you had Beavis and Butthead, and now some of you have Lady Gaga.
Anyway, Henny Penny found that nobody wanted to harvest the grain, nobody wanted to mill the flour, nobody wanted to knead the dough, and nobody wanted to bake the bread.
But everybody wanted to eat the bread.
And that's why the Northwest Front is failing now, or rather, not succeeding at a rate of sufficient speed to make the coming window of opportunity.
It's happening.
I've said that before.
Yes, it really is happening, but it's happening too slow due to the Muggles' Henny Penny Syndrome.
Unless I can find a way to break through and reach you people we're done for, and I mean all of us.
Help me, please.
How?
How can I reach you?
It's not as if our race hasn't faced crises of life and death before.
Here's a story for the all-too-many-of-you people who have virtually no knowledge of the history of our own folk.
In the year 49 BC, when Julius Caesar was betrayed by the intriguing politicians in the Roman Senate, And marched his legions back to Rome from the province of Gaul to deal with his enemies.
He came to the banks of the river Rubicon, which was at that time the official boundary between Gaul and Italy.
He received a message from the Senate ordering him to come no further, and warning him that if he crossed the river he would be outlawed and put to death as a traitor when he was captured.
Caesar spent a night of reflection in his tent, and the next morning he ordered his army forward across the river.
Having decided that the time had come when he must rebel openly against those who would destroy him, and that if he must perish he would do so with a sword in his hand, rather than crawling before the cowards and their money and their pieces of paper so full of law and so empty of justice.
We have now reached that point as a race, the point where we must decide whether or not we as a people are fit to live.
Frankly, even I thought we had more time.
I always knew that eventually some defining moment, some pivotal event, would finally overtake us.
Some crisis wherein we would be forced to stand erect once again and respond as men, or else to forfeit the right to survive.
But I honestly didn't think it would be this soon.
I thought we had a few more years.
Years in which, through some inconceivable grace of God, we would find our hearts and our souls again, and put at least a little stiffening in our spine.
I was wrong.
Obama happened.
Obama's depression happened.
The moment is now upon us.
Or it will be in a few months when Israel attacks Iran and suddenly cuts off one-third of the Western world's imported raw petroleum.
I'm not saying that we need a Julius Caesar.
It doesn't matter whether we need one or we don't.
There just isn't any on the horizon right now.
We sure could use a right-thinking general like Caesar or Cromwell or Napoleon right now.
Who commands his own army of loyal troops who would march right into that toilet on Capitol Hill and cut those 535 yay-saying leeches down where they sit.
But looks like this time around we're shit out of luck.
So it's up to you and me, guys.
Now, you know, these bastards have lost before.
Bet you didn't know that.
We lost Vietnam and Iraq, no matter what drools out of the mouth of the Pentagon and the White House spokesholes.
And we're gonna lose Afghanistan as well.
And Iran, if our rulers are that dumb, won't be the first time, you know.
We actually lost the War of 1812.
That's true.
The British burned the White House to the ground.
Those were the days, my friend.
Anyway, here's a British and Canadian War of 1812 song from Stan Rogers.
Too thin the line that charged the heights and scrambled in the play.
Too thin the eastern township's got who showed them all the way.
And perhaps had you not fallen, you might be what Brock became.
But not one in ten thousand knows your name.
To say the name MacDonald...
It would bring no pupil call.
But the red coat stayed beside you when they saw the general fall.
T 'was MacDonald raised the banner then and set the heights aflame.
But not one in ten thousand knows your name.
You brought the field all standing.
With your courage and your luck.
But unknown to most, you're lying there beside old General Brock.
So you know what it is to scale the heights and fall just short of fame and have not won in ten thousand no.
Oh, you need.
Oh, you need.
Queenston now, the general on his tower stands alone.
And there's lichen on MacDonald carved upon that weathered stone.
In a corner of the monument to glory you could trade, but not wanting ten thousand dollars.
You brought the field all standing with your courage and your luck But unknown to most, you're lying there beside old General Brock.
So you know what it is to scale the heights and fall just short of fame.
And have not one in ten thousand know your name Oh, you've rocked the field, all standing With your courage and your luck But unknown to most
You're lying there beside old General Brown So you know what it is to scale the heights and fall Just short of fame and have not won Okay,
I know.
How about we wind up this week with some more spaced repetition to make sure certain ideas and concepts get through into those skulls full of mush.
About what?
About what?
I wonder.
Oh, I know.
Yeah, yeah.
Character!
Yeah, we haven't talked about that in a long time.
There are people in the movement as a whole, a lot of people, who are not, in fact, revolutionaries.
They're what one might call racist reactionaries or nigger-hating conservatives.
They don't want to change the existing system.
What they want is for the existing system to work for them.
They don't want to create a new order.
They either cannot or will not see anything intrinsically wrong with the old one.
Except for the fact that there's all kinds of third world scum running around in the local Safeway.
Their co-worker is an incompetent nigger while the boss is a vicious feminist bitch.
There are screaming faggots everywhere and the people running the country seem to have the collective IQ of a cheeseburger.
And they've gotten us into a god-awful mess which manages to mix endless war with depression.
And that takes some doing.
Wars are actually supposed to be good for the economy, but not for us.
Let me tell you, it takes some really absolute brilliant incompetence to lose money during a war.
These confused muggles don't want to change the world.
They just want America to fulfill its promise to them personally.
Let's be brutally honest, people.
I think we all know that if you gave the average white nationalist a $100,000 a year job, a split-level ranch house in the suburbs, a Lexus and an SUV in the garage, and a swimming pool in the backyard, they'd be out of here so fast you'd see nothing but a blur.
They'd have that American flag sticking out on their porch, their asses plunked down on that sofa with a nacho bowl, and they'd be gawping at Fox News and voting Republican in no time flat.
But America has given the Jews and the nigs and the fags and every piece of third world trash the gold mine while the white man gets the shaft.
So these disgruntled conservatives become involved with the movement, possibly even with us here in the Northwest, out of a perfectly justifiable rage and resentment and fear that their children will lose even what little their parents have managed to keep.
But they have little, if any, idea of how to obtain anything resembling the desired result.
And so far as they think about any solution at all, they believe it's a matter of quote-unquote waking people up.
And once people wake up, so the theory goes, some nice white guy in a good suit will come along and run for president on a platform of reform and reconstruction and bring back the Constitution and he'll be elected and have a ticker tape parade.
All the Mexicans will vanish in a puff of smoke.
The niggers will go muttering back to their shanties on the other side of the tracks where we don't have to look at them anymore, and the bugger boys will slither back into the closet, gas will drop back to 28 cents a gallon, and the world of the 1950s will once more return by magic.
Everyone will wear cardigans and buzz cuts and bobby socks and sizzle fragrant steaks and burgers on the backyard barbecue every weekend in the suburbs in a kind of an endless Pat Boone fantasy world.
No turmoil, no trouble, no fire and death and blood, and above all, no real need to get out of the armchair and incur any personal risk or danger or make any effort.
The great poisonous myth of democracy is that all you gotta do is go into the booth and pull that silly lever, and all is right with the world.
Although, in the past three elections, I have to admit, the vote fraud has gotten a little bit blatant.
But once people wake up, then all the problems will just sort of fix themselves.
No need to shoot anybody in the head.
Oh, no, no, no, no, no.
Now, do I need to go over, once again, all of the reasons that this is horse shit and it ain't gonna happen?
Or can we take that part as read for this time around?
My question is this.
Guys, you do know that all that's over, don't you?
No more Brady Bunch fantasy.
No more good jobs.
No more suburbs.
No more happy motoring.
No more Domino's and Applebee's and Golden Corral buffets.
No more new cars.
You'll probably never buy one again that's newer in about 5 or 6 years and a clunker at that.
If you're white and male in 40 and you lose your job, you'll never work again.
Your kids have no future except minimum wage, drugs, failure and grinding poverty if they're lucky and slave labor in a prison or premature death in some horrible way if they're not.
And they're going to rent all their lives even if they don't end up in a shelter under a bridge.
Now you, you're going to die at 60 in a state-run nursing home of some perfectly treatable condition because you've got no medical insurance and because the illegals have run health care costs through the roof.
Or else you're going to end up surrounded by niggers and Mexicans holed up in your little house or your apartment because you can't sell the house and one night they'll simply break in the door and murder you.
I mean, you know I'm telling the truth.
You guys do get all this right.
You understand that from now on this is your life, right?
And that's if you're lucky.
There are all kinds of horrible things hiding in the dark out there in Obama's America.
Been keeping up with the news?
Now we've even got nigger zombies!
The Coons have found a new drug called bath salts and that makes them eat dogs alive and tear off white people's faces with their teeth.
Is that what you want?
Do you want to have your face torn off and eaten by a drug-crazed nigger?
Or maybe your child's face?
Because that's going to be a possibility if we don't do something about it.
Now think about this.
If things are like this now, how much worse do you think things will get every year that you dawdle and you listen to this podcast every week and then you just go surf the web looking for porn?
So how about we quit fucking around and do something about it?
How about you go down and rent that U-Haul trailer tonight and start packing it tomorrow?
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 Andaban.
Freedom.
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