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Jan. 17, 2013 - 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-woogle, 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 for four for signal, token, whistle of the marching tune.
Throw 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 man's chest was throbbing for the blessed warming light.
The waters passed along the valleys like the man she's lonely crew.
And a thousand blades were flashing at the rising of the moon.
At the rising of the moon.
At the rising of the moon.
And a thousand blades were flashing at the rising of the moon.
Greetings from the Northwest Homeland, comrades.
It's January the 17th, 2013.
I'm Harold Covington, and this is Radio Free Northwest.
And a happy Martin Lucifer Coon Day to all you folks out there.
Booga booga booga.
Okay, I want to begin with something that's very serious, but the problem is I'm not at all sure that most people get just how serious it is.
And we need to.
We really need to understand what's happening here.
You know all that allegedly paranoid right-wing conspiracy theory we've been hearing for all these years about how lefty-lib Jews will get into power and establish a dictatorship and rig elections and refuse ever to hand over power?
Well, this is it.
It's happening right now.
I'm making this recording on Wednesday, the 16th of January, and as of about noon today, Pacific Time, the dictator has imposed on the nation a series of 23 executive orders regarding gun control.
The most serious of which appears to be, at first glance, a demand for universal background checks, which is intended to ban all private sales of firearms between individuals.
But possibly the most insidious new requirement under these 23 executive orders, which has apparently been attached to the Obamacare law as well, requires doctors who receive federal funds, which is now all of them under Obamacare, And who treat young children to fill out questionnaires inviting kids to rat out their parents on gun ownership.
Shades of Joseph Stalin in 1984.
Apparently some of the questions are, Does your daddy have any real guns in the house?
Does your daddy ever drink beer or whiskey and take out the gun and play with it or handle it?
Are you afraid when daddy takes out his gun?
I think we can all see where this is leading.
You get other government agencies like Obamacare and Child Protective Services involved, and they claim a child is being endangered, and bingo, you got your federal warrant for a gun raid on a private home to confiscate these weapons that are allegedly endangering said child.
Now, remember my Northwest novels and what I wrote about something called It Takes a Village.
The militarized police in the black body armor will probably come to take not just your guns, but your children as well.
But I'm still not sure that we really get what's happening here.
What's happening is that we have a President of the United States who is now openly and blatantly ruling and governing without Congress, which is precisely what is not supposed to happen under the American system, and which is why the Founding Fathers loaded the Constitution up with all those checks and balances.
Either Barry and the Democrats don't think they can get new gun control legislation through Congress because they don't think they can suborn the necessary five or six linguine-spined Republicans necessary to portray their country and their own alleged core beliefs and vote with the Democrats in the House.
Or else he's doing this deliberately to throw it right into our faces that we no longer have any control over what the dictator does or any way to restrain him from tearing up the Constitution of the United States and wiping his caramel-colored ass with it.
Washington and Jefferson and Madison and Franklin wanted to protect Americans from the arbitrary rule of King George III, but now we have King Barry the turd making laws by decree in his place.
The proper constitutional response would be Barack Obama's immediate impeachment, his trial in the Senate, his conviction and removal from office, followed by his arrest and his criminal trial for treason, followed in turn by a lengthy prison sentence.
And, of course, we all know that this is not going to happen.
The dictator found in his first term that he could rule without Congress and nothing would be done.
Like a dog that starts killing chickens, he knows it can be done now.
In point of fact, I have some very definite opinions as to how the remaining white population of North America needs to handle this situation, in view of the fact that the Constitution is now no longer in force, and we are now living in a one-party dictatorship.
However, because we are now living in a totalitarian state, and because the Constitution is now null and void, I can't say what I really believe, because the dictator himself is involved.
I have been informed through back channels, That the Secret Service is now going berserk, scouring the internet for any remark or comment that by any wild taffy-pull stretch of a U.S. attorney's imagination might be construed as some kind of threat to the dictator's well-being.
Now, the Secret Service understands what Obama is doing, even if nobody else seems to.
They understand that he has now crossed a line and placed himself on the wrong side of the law, the wrong side of the Constitution, and the wrong side of history.
They are aware that not everybody in this country is yet so completely ignorant of history and the law that they don't understand what's happening.
The Secret Service are now in the position of defending the life of a man who has clearly and publicly violated the law and abrogated the Constitution, who has placed himself utterly in the wrong.
Who has, in fact, made himself an American dictator.
And apparently, they're worried to a frazzle about it.
We can expect them to overreact with almost hysterical excessive force to even the mildest criticism of that dictator.
I think a lot of us are going to be getting visits soon, or worse.
Remember, under the National Defense Authorization Act of 2011, the secret police now have the authority to commit murder and to imprison Americans in secret without charge and without trial.
If I suddenly disappear off the internet, you guys can pretty much assume I've been extraordinarily rendered to Guantanamo or a secret prison in Bulgaria.
Or else I'm lying out in a hole in the woods somewhere.
Guys, you need to get your arms around this.
Everything I just said is true.
I didn't make it up.
I'm not paranoid.
It's all real.
It's all happening.
For real.
There is no more law now.
Barack Hussein Obama has not only abrogated the Constitution, he's gone beyond that.
He has thrown the Magna Carta out the window, the document which is the foundation of all Anglo-Saxon law and jurisprudence, the great charter that first limited the power of King John and established the principle of the rule of law, that nobody is above the law, including the king himself.
That everyone is subject to the law, including the king himself.
That now no longer applies in the United States.
Now what we have is a much older principle that goes back to the ancient Roman Empire, to the time of Caesar Augustus.
In Latin it reads, volus princeps lex est.
The will of the prince is the law.
Ancient Roman emperors, most of them, had the sense to retain the old Roman Senate from the days of the Republic, a bunch of old men in purple-striped togas.
And usually the emperor made a pretense of consulting with them before doing whatever the hell they'd already decided to do.
I'm sure that Obama and the Democrats will maintain the old forms once they get their 30 million illegal aliens amnestied and on the voting rolls, thus assuring themselves perpetual power in a one-party state.
I'm sure the Constitution will remain behind its glass display case in the Capitol Rotunda, but that's where it will stay.
Out here in the real world, from now on, it's volus princeps lex est.
The will of the prince is the law, and our prince is a caramel-colored brown racist who hates us all because of the color of our skins, and who means to do us every harm he can.
It's here, people.
Unknown to most, the balloon has now gone up.
*music*
So recently, for Christmas, I ended up getting a camera, and I found that it also took videos.
And of course, when I think of videos and movies, of course, Leni Riesenstall comes to mind.
I think about her wonderful contributions to film.
You know, I was so fortunate when I was in college because I got to watch Triumphs of the Will in a film course.
So I was extremely fortunate in that respect.
And of course I recall reading Leanie's memoirs when they came out several years ago.
And so I decided to look her up on the internet and see if there were any summations of her life so that I could talk about it on the show and it could refresh my memory a bit.
Now, apparently, Lini was born in Berlin, and her father was involved in a heating business, and he really wanted a son that could continue on this heating and ventilation business, and he eventually got one by the name of Heinz, but unfortunately, he was killed in World War II.
Lini was very artistic from the first.
Like any child, she did some nice paintings and drawings, but her first serious pursuit was in dance.
The parents were rather split about her dance.
The mother supported it and the father was very much against it.
He felt that dancers were, I suppose, rather like vagrants, or that it wasn't a very respectable profession, and he definitely wanted his daughter to be respectable above all else.
So there was a bit of a disagreement, and the mother ended up seeing Lini to various dance lessons, and eventually Lini was enrolled in a dance school.
The father was increasingly concerned about this dance, and so he decided that he was going to, as they say, fight fire was fire.
He was going to enroll his daughter.
In a very competitive dance school.
And as counterintuitive as this would seem, he decided that in this very competitive dance school, Leanie would decide that she wasn't really that good of a dancer, and eventually would lose interest.
Now, he was both right and wrong in this.
He was certainly right in knowing that his daughter had high standards for her art, and that she was never going to be satisfied with mediocre.
But he was wrong in estimating her talent for dance.
She actually turned out to be a very talented dancer in the naturalistic school of dance, which was being developed at that time.
But dancing can be very athletic, and unfortunately, she got a lot of injuries.
First, several injuries in her feet, and then finally, a knee injury that required surgery.
So, like it or not, she had to take a break from dance.
But during this spit, she discovered film and lost all interest in dance at that point.
Now, she gets involved in a couple of very famous film projects.
One was the blue light, and this was the one where she gets noticed by Hitler.
And then the other one, and I'm not quite sure if I'm pronouncing this right, but it was something called Typheland.
And these films were her very famous mountain films, essentially.
They were kind of part realism, part fantasy.
There was almost a mystical or fairy tale element in these films.
She was very interested in the effects of light and shadow and things like mist and just extreme scenery like mountains, for example, and I guess also just creating an atmosphere of suspense and mystery.
Then, because of the blue light, she was asked to start making propaganda films.
And her first attempt at a propaganda film was a party congress.
But the unfortunate thing about this film was that she really didn't yet have respect from all of the party members.
There were members of the party that really didn't understand her vision.
And as a result, her first attempt at filming a party congress was one that she was very disappointed by.
So she ended up getting another chance.
Because Hitler continued to like her, she ended up filming Triumphs of the Will.
Fortunately, this film survives to this day.
And apparently there are two versions.
There's a shorter version, and then there's one with extra marching.
And that was the one that I got to see when I was in college.
It's just an amazing film.
There's an interesting story about it.
Apparently, when she was starting to make the film, there was somebody who said that...
That a lot of viewers, they might not be interested in a political film.
And so someone suggested that there should be a story containing a romance.
This was very much against Leaning's vision because she had a certain focus and a certain aesthetic.
And she really could not compromise that.
Really, looking back on it, of course...
The Triumphs of the Will is a romance between the Fuhrer and the German people.
So why would you need another romance in the film?
It would be a distraction.
But still, the Weimarkt was somewhat unhappy with Triumphs of the Will because they wanted portraits of various high-ranking officials, and they didn't get that, although there's certainly a lot of marching in it and so on, but it's more, I suppose it's somewhat more anonymous in a way.
It's more about the German people and Hitler, and it doesn't really...
Well, I suppose Hess is highlighted and some other officials, but at any rate, this disgruntled attitude led to the production of Day of Freedom.
So, also riding on that wave, she made the Olympiad.
Her career was going along great, but as the war became more and more intense, it became, of course, more and more difficult for her to focus on her film projects because she's literally in the middle of all the bombing and she ends up being captured by the Allies and has to escape from prison camps on a few occasions.
She also gets married in 1944, although the marriage is strained because of the war.
And also, I think it's hard to imagine Leanie being terribly dedicated to a marriage because she was so wedded to her film career.
So, the war proves to be a very trying time for Leanie.
And she's always being accused of various things.
At one point, she's accused of using slave labor in one of her films, which proves to be false.
She's also accused of something that happened in Poland, which she happened to be there, but she wasn't guilty of anything.
So the Allies keep trying to frame her for something, but they're never able to really do this.
And she always maintains that she's an artist and that she's focused really on her work.
In all honesty, I think that's true.
So, at any rate, her marriage is strained and eventually breaks up.
After the war, she really has a great need, understandably, to get away from it all.
She ends up refocusing her career on ethnographic photography.
Primarily, and maybe some brief films dealing with the Nuba people of Africa.
So she becomes like National Geographic in some sense.
She films them or takes pictures of them for a while, but as the years pass, they unfortunately become more and more westernized.
Then she realizes, as they're becoming more westernized and more self-conscious, that she has to move on to another group of people, whose name I'm really not sure how it's pronounced, but it's spelled K-A-U.
Cow people?
I'm not really sure how to pronounce it.
But at any rate, she does some photographs of them.
She also gets involved in underwater photography, and the interesting thing about that is that she becomes a diver very late in life, and she has to lie about her age.
So when she's 97 years old, her memoirs end up coming out.
But then she goes on and she lives to be 102.
So she's one of these people that has a tremendously long life.
In some respects, maybe even a tragically long life because she can never quite reconcile her earlier years.
She always claimed that her focus was on art and not on ideology.
Although her aesthetic is very much, I would say, a National Socialist aesthetic, in the purity of her vision and the clarity of it.
Her vision as an artist is always, the best word I could really use is clear.
So it's kind of like what Hitler says in Mein Kampf about German artists, how there's a clarity.
There's just an absolute crystal, cold sort of clarity.
That just has a great drama to it.
So I hope you'll read possibly her memoirs.
They're very fascinating to read.
She's a very interesting character and probably the greatest filmmaker that ever lived.
So I hope that you will enjoy or you have enjoyed this week's presentation.
So, thank you very much for listening.
Thank you.
You know, criticizing Obama isn't the only freedom we've lost.
Liberal intolerance has grown over the past generations so that the 1970s now seemed like a golden age of racial free speech.
Who can forget old movement classics like the Dead Jew Review?
But the comedy and parody of the 70s got into some areas that right now would mean career death and getting banned from Hollywood.
How many of us remember the old National Lampoon from the mid to late 1970s?
Some of the things that they printed would never see the light of day in this day and age.
Neither would some of the stand-up comedy, like this next piece.
Yes, I know Cheech and Chong are non-whites, but even so, can you imagine anyone even attempting to do something like this today on Saturday Night Live or The Daily Show?
And now a preview of our coming attractions.
Manhole Productions presents...
Eric John and Chuck U. Farley in the South Sea Saga...
Buggery on the high seas.
Buggery on the high seas.
All right, Ty, that's Curvy Dom to the yardarm.
Aye-aye, Captain!
Human bosoms.
Sir!
Read the charges.
All right, Captain.
Simon Kelly, you have been charged with the honest crime of buggery on the ISA.
Adios, lad.
I'm innocent.
I'm innocent.
I didn't do it.
You've got to believe me.
I'm innocent.
He's lying.
I am not.
You are so, you big fibber.
Look, I'm not lying, Captain.
Yes, he is, Captain.
He's a big liar.
Look, you shut up or I'm going to get you.
You already did.
That's why you're in trouble now.
All right, both of you, shut up.
Liar, liar, pants on fire.
Look.
I told you to shut up.
But he's a big fibber, Captain.
He's lying.
Look, you either shut up or I'll give you what he's going to get.
And what's that?
Fifty lashes with a cat and eye tails.
Fifty lashes?
He should get at least a hundred for what he did to me, that big fibber, you liar, liar, liar.
Look, tie that scurvy dog to the yardarm, too.
Get your hands off me!
You smell like fish, you big brute.
Here, give me that whip.
Voice that dog from the yardarm.
Hey!
You're hurting my wrist!
This isn't funny now, you guys!
Hey, come on!
Oh, rip the shirt.
How cliché.
I suppose you have me walk the plank next or something.
Here, here, take this, you dog!
Oh!
Oh!
Ah!
Ooh!
Yes!
Oh!
Oh!
Yes!
Yes!
Good afternoon, comrades.
I'm Olivia from Seattle, and I debated whether to talk about this particular subject today, since we've heard a lot about it on RFN over the past few weeks.
But it's something that is vital to our movement if we're ever going to make this happen.
And the subject is...
Yep, you guessed it, migration.
I thought maybe I would give a somewhat different point of view on the topic, though, since I am, in fact, a woodchuck.
Yes, I was born and raised in the homeland.
And I was fortunate enough to be living less than two hours' drive from our main settlement area, such as it is, when I started becoming racially aware and contacted the Northwest Front.
I can't even begin to tell you what a blessing it has been to have been living in the homeland at the time I awakened racially, both for my racial education and in just plain being able to be around people of like mind on a regular basis.
So you might be wondering what I could possibly have to say on the subject of migration that would be of value since I'm a woodchuck.
I'm proud of it, by the way.
And didn't have to make the choice to move here.
Well, as it turns out, I have actually moved back to the homeland from as far away as it's possible to get and still be in this great United States of America twice and hither and yon around the country a total of seven times.
Some people might call me the queen of cross-country moving and they wouldn't be far off.
Although I haven't made a large move since moving back to the homeland the second time.
Yes, it's hard.
And yes, it's a lot of work.
Yes, it's extremely disconcerting to know that you're basically going to have to build your whole life again from scratch.
A new place to live where you don't know anybody.
A new job.
New schools for the kids.
Pretty much unfamiliar everything.
And even a different culture to some extent, since different areas of the country definitely have a different feel to them.
But can you honestly look yourself in the eye and tell yourself with a straight face that you have any real choice in the matter?
I know, that really sucks.
Why do some of us have to give up basically everything we know, everything familiar about our lives except our families, and start over in a place we don't even know if we're going to like once we've lived there for a while, while others have it easy and get to keep their lives since they became racially aware while they were already living in the homeland?
All I can say is, life isn't fair!
And woodchucks really don't have it all that easy either.
Theirs is just a different kind of hardship.
I can tell you from my own experience that it's really hard to fully grasp just how not human niggers are and how different and not white various other muds are if you've never actually interacted with any of them and only really have seen them from a distance for basically your entire life up to that point.
Not that I haven't always been aware that they're different in ways I couldn't define, but it was a very subconscious understanding because I didn't have the vocabulary.
Being the very politically correct young lady that I was back then...
But even after I'd had a bit of experience, I still didn't get it for a very long time, because I bought into the liberal line that we're all equal, even if there are some superficial differences in skin and culture, and wrote off the experiences I did have as oddities, rather than the norm that they really are.
Even now, when I go back to my hometown to visit my family, it is totally and entirely possible for me to spend an entire week there without ever seeing a mud person of any kind, never mind interacting with one.
So in a world where most of us only become racially aware through personal experience, it's a bit hard for your eyes to be opened when you live in a virtually white world.
Even if you see black and brown skins on TV, they in no way reflect the reality of racial interactions in the real world.
And you get very little experience to open your eyes unless you happen to move into one of the few areas in the homeland, such as the Seattle or Portland metroplexes, where there is some lovely, diverse mosaic to experience.
But many of you have been racially aware for a long time because where you live is truly racially diverse, and you experience the joys of diversity on a daily basis.
You know far better than us woodchucks just what's in store for us if we don't get this white homeland thing rolling soon.
And we can't do that without your help, and you can't help in the ways that are needed if you're not here.
Andy has talked quite a bit about his move and how he worked on something geared to facilitate his homecoming each day in order to break down the work and make an overwhelming task easier.
I, on the other hand, didn't do a whole lot of advanced planning other than making reservations for the moving van and trailer to haul my car and doing some minor paring down of household items I knew I wasn't going to be taking with me.
The first three times I moved cross-country, I did already have a job lined up.
The job was the reason I was moving, but nothing else and had to deal with that once I arrived since I didn't do a scouting trip beforehand.
It is possible to do things that way and have them end up on a very positive note.
I did so three times in a row.
I arrived about a week before I was supposed to start my job and stayed in a hotel for a few days while I got my bearings.
I went to a couple of real estate companies for recommendations on areas I would be comfortable living in, even though I would be renting and not buying, because they know the good family neighborhoods.
The fourth time I moved was my first return to the homeland, and this time I had a place to live and no job.
It took me less than two weeks to find a job and get my life back on track.
Each of the last three times I trekked across the country, I did it cold.
No job, no place to live, nothing.
Those were the hardest, only because you have to have more money to do it that way in order to pay first and last month's rent.
Since you don't have a job, and it's hard to convince someone to rent to you without one.
That's where letters of recommendation from previous landlords came in very handy.
However, two of the three times, I got the first job I interviewed for, and the third one, I found a job within a month.
Although times are tighter now than when I was jaunting around the country, there are still plenty of jobs here in the Pacific Northwest.
We've had a number of new migrants recently, and they've all found jobs in very short order.
And you will be moving into an area that's very, very white.
Even in the areas where there is some racial diversity, like Seattle and Portland, the majority of the population is still overwhelmingly white.
Yes, there are some liberals up here, and that kind of sucks.
For more than we'd really like.
But they mostly congregate in the metroplex areas.
So if you move even 30 miles in any direction from the larger cities...
You're still close enough to meet with racially aware comrades on a regular basis and live in a white, normal area of the country where people are anything but liberal.
What are you waiting for?
Things aren't going to get better and nobody is going to rescue us from this mess.
My grandmother was fond of saying God helps those who help themselves.
It's time for all of us to put our money where our mouth is and start helping ourselves into our own free, white homeland.
It's time to come home.
And make that happen.
Time for our weekly Edgar Steel segment.
Now for those of you who are possibly getting a little bored with hearing about this incident every week, I'd just like to remind you why I'm doing it.
I won't rehash the case again like I normally do every week, but the fact is that for whatever reason, the government of the United States has decided that this man is going to die in prison.
In fact, he may already be dead.
And that he will be silenced and forgotten forever.
When they sent Edgar Steele to his death in Victorville over a year ago, they were counting on the fact that they had all the power, that they could do whatever they wanted with this man, and that we couldn't do anything about it, and even if we could, we were too timid and frightened to make the attempt.
The first part of that we can't do anything about.
We can't save Edgar Steele's life, because we're too fond of our own comfort and safety to take that kind of risk.
And so he has to die all alone in whatever steel and concrete casing they're keeping him in.
But the second part we can do something about.
We can make sure that Edgar Steele's voice is never silenced, and that he's never forgotten, and we can make sure that what was done to him by the dictatorship is never forgotten like they want it to be.
That's not much consolation to the regime's victims, but that much we can and we must do.
It's a moral obligation and one that I don't intend to shirk.
Now, While we're on the subject, another Northwest observer sent to Edgar was returned to me yesterday simply marked unable to deliver.
There is no question that the address is the correct one, unless it's wrong on the Bureau of Prisons website.
No one that I'm aware of has heard anything from Edgar Steele since about June of last year.
No emails have been received by anyone who will admit to it, and no mail has been acknowledged.
The official Edgar Steele website hasn't been updated since September.
And Cindy Steele seems to have gone dark and dropped out of sight as well.
There is one post on the Edgar Steele Facebook site claiming that Edgar is still at Victorville, and that's dated December the 23rd.
But there's no way to determine who made that post, and it seems a bit strained to me, as well as very light on details.
People, somehow or other, we need to determine why Edgar Steele is not responding to his mail or his supporters, and what the hell is going on with him.
I've been circumspect about this because I don't want to be accused of stepping on the family's toes or trying to hijack the steel campaign or anything of that kind.
But I have to say, comrades, what's happening right now just ain't cutting it.
At the very least, we need to find out whether he's dead or alive and establish some kind of communication.
He's 67 years old now and he's sitting all alone in that cage surrounded by howling animals.
And if they're not giving him his mail, then he may think we've abandoned him, and that's unacceptable.
I will have more to say about this later on, but in the meantime, if anyone has heard anything directly from Edgar himself since June of last year, please let me know.
This is the third part of Ed's February 2008 podcast on the State of the Revolution.
They keep crowing about how they're fixing things.
What they're doing is making them worse, of course.
Guaranteeing that Depression 2 will make Depression 1 look like a walk in the park.
That means war, of course, so they can distract us from what they have done and have someone else to blame.
That means more privation, of course, and more of our children dead.
You know by now that your house has declined in value, up to 70% in some parts of the country.
Overall, it still looks like at least a 90% total decline in American real estate value to me coming up.
Measured from a couple years ago until a couple years from now, 50% from inflation and 40% from nominal price declines.
Here's how that works.
There's at least a 25% decline already built into the inflation rate during the next two years, just like the two years we just finished.
Four years means a 50% decline in purchasing power from inflation alone, with prices not moving down at all.
But move down they have?
And move down more, they will.
All we need is another 10 to 20% decline on top of the 50% erosion in value caused by inflation and the already 20 or 30% decline that we've had in most areas in real estate values.
And real estate will hit the levels of Depression 1 with properties worth 10 cents on the dollar.
Imagine.
If only we had sold out and rented two years ago, putting the proceeds into gold or silver, already we'd be up 100% on the investment and saved the 30-40% decline in our existing property values.
In other words, if your place was worth a million dollars in 2005 and you had sold, today you would have over $2 million in shiny metal.
You'd be renting an even more palatial residence for a nominal amount and two years from now, you could buy back your old place for, perhaps, $400,000 paid for from your $4 million stash.
Net result?
You have your same house and $3.5 million that you otherwise would not have had, simply because real estate declined by a total of 90% in that time period.
Of course, bread will cost $6 per loaf, but $3.5 million is a lot of bread.
Instead, most of us traded our home equity for cars.
And trips, and boat, and other things.
Now we're maxing out our credit cards, simply to put food on the table, while the value of our homes drops beneath what we owe on them.
Next, we sell our things to pay for the food.
This is just how Depression I progressed.
Our own food is being bid up by international forces as the dollar dwindles in significance.
Soon, We're going to have to choose between mortgage payments and dinner for the kids.
This, too, is how Depression I progress.
This is precisely how one becomes homeless.
If the normal person was capable of doing the math, or even believing folks like V and me, there would be blood in the streets tonight, just as there should be, with politicians, plutocrats, bankers.
media moguls and neocons aplenty hanging from lamp posts all across America.
But the normal person is too busy watching Jeopardy tonight.
Tomorrow we'll bring a different story.
Bye.
We Americans have been abandoned by our erstwhile leaders.
Our jobs have been shipped overseas or given to immigrants, both legal and illegal.
The safety nets we put in place for ourselves As depicted in the movie Rollerball, corporations have taken over the reins of power and rewritten the laws and regulations that make America both great and a land of true capitalistic opportunity for those willing to work and play by the rules.
Politicians now exist solely to carry out the wishes of the corporate fascists who really run America, and the world generally, of course.
Once, the very picture of success, in one generation, America has gone from being the world's largest creditor to its largest debtor.
Money we do not have is spent to prop up some foreigners, particularly Israel, $30 billion explicitly outlined in Bush's 2009 budget with billions more flowing both privately and off the public record, and to kill others, primarily Israel's enemies in the Middle East.
In a move that literally defines the Yiddish term chutzpah, Israel has demanded and received assurances that it will be paid its American largesse in euros, not dollars.
Meanwhile, America's aging infrastructure weakens evermore under the groaning, increased demands of out-of-control population fueled by illegal immigration and its literal offspring.
Roads, bridges.
New Orleans sea levies and thousands of other public works become obsolete, unsafe, and generally inadequate.
America's money goes to war but not to America's basic needs.
American children die in Israel's wars, while Israel's children safely stay home and shoot unarmed Palestinian children.
The American border with Mexico is a sieve.
And every presidential candidate except Ron Paul favors some form of amnesty, regardless of the spin they might appear to be imparting to their words.
On the other hand, the American border outward is a Berlin Wall to its own citizens, who now require, in addition to passports and visas, permission from Comrade Chertoff before being allowed to exit the country.
Now, take a few minutes.
And watch the video at the link provided in the online piece at this stage.
It's about immigration, and it is a genuine eye-opener.
The same chart used in that video appears in the online version of this article.
Note well that the date by which whites become a minority in America occurs before mid-century.
If you think things are unfair or rough now, just wait until then.
Already, the mayors of border towns in Mexico are speaking of constructing a border fence to protect themselves from the gangs, robbers, and criminals now crossing over from America.
This is just too rich.
As always, truth is stranger than fiction.
I couldn't make something like this up, folks.
Want to see what America will be like in the not-too-distant future?
Dig up some old videos of those riots in South Central Los Angeles.
Pay particular attention.
To the footage of Reginald Denny being viciously attacked by hoodlum blacks in broad daylight, with the police doing nothing to intervene or provide him aid.
Without the massive illegal immigration that Bush and his predecessors are accommodating, immigration of the very worst that Mexico and Latin America have to offer, America would have reached a level of steady population total in the area of about 250 million.
Now we're headed upward on a steadily increasing curve of population growth already beyond the country's carrying capacity and headed for a level that will make America equal to all other third world nations.
Every presidential candidate is a Council on Foreign Relations, that's CFR, an Israel-approved warmonger.
In the image of Bush the Lesser, what does that tell you about the prospects of America withdrawing from the Middle East?
If anything, McCain is worse than Bush.
In 2002, it was McCain who sponsored the Use of Fourth Authorization, SJR 46, that gave Bush a blank check for use in the Middle East.
Though a year later, McCain claimed that, quote, the end is very much in sight, close quote.
Now, he claims that America will be in Iraq for a hundred years or more.
Obama has claimed he would go into Pakistan without permission in order to root out terrorists, while Hillary...
Well, all I need to say is that Hillary Clinton may well be the Antichrist.
Foreign relations?
What a joke.
America fell from first in the world and beloved by all to last place.
Hated more even than Israel.
And during the term of a single president, unarguably the worst president ever to disgrace the White House, George W. Bush.
The U.S. dollar, once backed by gold and then oil, now is backed by raw military force alone.
To ensure the dollar's hegemony, more is spent on America's war machine than is spent by all the other countries in the world combined.
Use our dollar to conduct your business, we tell the nations of the world, particularly those selling oil, or we will come to your country, destroy your homes, and kill you.
Just ask Iraq.
Next up, Iran.
After Iran will come America's ultimate and final foreign policy statement.
World War III.
I pray only that we can get through it without America's cities falling to nuclear strikes, but I see little chance of our escaping that outcome.
The man who some say is just a heartbeat away from the presidency, George W. Bush, and the pacemaker-regulated heartbeat of Dick Cheney ostensibly lead the executive branch.
Though, as Bill Clinton once observed in a rare flash of honesty back in 1988 while visiting Ireland, quote, You know?
By the time you become the leader of a country, someone else makes all the decisions.
Close quote.
This is Willie Nelson and Sheryl Crow.
Music If I were a carpenter and you were a lady, would you marry me anyway?
Would you have my baby?
If you were a carpenter and I were a lady, I'd marry you anyway.
I'd have your baby.
If a tinker was my trade, would I still find you?
I'll be carrying the parts you made Following behind you Save my love for loneliness Save my love for sorrow I've given you my ownliness Give me your tomorrow If I were I
miss my colored blouse and my soft shoes shining.
Save my love for loneliness.
Save my love for sorrow I've given you my own And let's give me your tomorrow If I work my hands and work Would you still love me?
I'd answer you, yes I would.
Would you not be above me?
And if I were a carpenter and you were a lady, I'd marry you anyway.
I'd have your baby Save my love for loneliness Save my love for sorrow Giving you my own loneliness Give me your tomorrow Giving you my own loneliness Give me your tomorrow
guitar solo
you you Thank you.
Got one of those long, agonizing emails from a supporter that I sometimes receive, and the gist of this guy's cri de corps was, Harold, can anything ever be done with these people?
Is what we seek to achieve even possible at all?
Sure it's possible.
Really, it is.
Guys, I've said this before, but try to wrap your minds around something.
It's not a question of whether our Northwest idea can be done.
It's a question of will we do it?
Do you understand the difference in the essential meaning of those two viewpoints?
All those things you read about in my novels, the whole world I describe in there, it's not real, not yet, but it can become real if you decide that you want it.
But you have to understand, it's not free.
It's not even cheap.
There is no cut rate or generic brand of revolutionary freedom that you can get from a bargain bin.
The things that we need for Square One are not by any means impossible of achievement, even for a group of people as small as ours.
Actually, I'm not asking for all that much, you know.
Just more or less what your average computer nerd internet startup had back in the 90s.
I need a few good people living within 30 minutes drive of me who are willing to help, and we're already getting there.
We had another migrant out here doing his scouting trip this week.
I'm asking for a secure garage or little office or something to work out of, where I can store stuff and assemble some necessary equipment.
I'm asking for a fairly small infusion of startup capital, peanuts by most business standards.
Eventually, I will need a few guys to work on GHQ staff who don't mind bunking down on somebody's sofa or on a mattress on the floor and living on rice and beans and Raymond Top Noodles for a while until things sort themselves out.
Now, I myself have lived like that for 40 years, so take my word for it, it's survivable and eventually you get used to it.
These things we need really aren't all that out of reach.
The main problem is that I need these things to make their appearance in conjunction with one another at the same time.
Secure premises would be nice, but there's no point in me just rattling around in an empty building with no money and no help.
Money would be a good start, and maybe I could work my way up to the other requirements with it, but it would take a while.
And if someone were to just rock up on my doorstep and say, take me, I'm yours, with no money and no secure premises, what would I do with him?
Many of you listening to this have some personal experience with this kind of thing, from when you purchased a home or investment property, or when you started a business and hired staff, or back when you moved somewhere to take a job for money.
As far as the personnel and the resources go, The money and the people I need are already there.
You, the listeners to this program.
I say again that if we could activate the few thousand four-wheel listeners to Radio Free Northwest every week and get you functioning 100% for the Northwest Republic, we would be on our way to freedom.
The problem is to get everything to converge and into my grubby little pause so that I can start buying office space, plant equipment, computer servers, propaganda, and hiring skilled assistants.
Then we need to get you to stand up, shut off the computer, disconnect it, put it back in the box, and pack it into a moving van.
Even with the economy as wrecked as it is, white people still have an immense amount of wealth under their control.
They donated millions of dollars to Ron Paul in two elections for all the good it did.
I'd be willing to bet that there is at least a few dozen men in our current listenership who could, if they so desired, flip open their checkbooks and get the Northwest Front going with a single check with some man-sized zeros on it and never break a financial sweat.
Yeah, we have white nationalist supporters who are that wealthy.
They're out there.
They do exist.
And I could put together several hundred teams of half a dozen people each from among the rest of you folks in our listenership if you would just get your asses up here.
Despite all my often justified bitching about white trash and dysfunctionals in the movement, I get it that most of us listening to this program are actually at least lower middle class and sufficiently intelligent and functional in society so that you could function as party activists if I could just somehow break out my magic carpet and whisk you out of Wisconsin and Indiana and England and Texas and bring your pale asses up here and set you down in some kind of job and accommodation.
Trouble is, you're waiting for Harold to do it all for you.
You've got to stop waiting for Harold to do it.
God, if I could just say, one, two, three, pull, and everybody would pull all at once, as hard as they could, then we could win this tug of war.
We could.
The problem is that white people don't support things, they buy things.
We're no longer political or social organizers, we're consumers, shoppers.
In politics, as well as everything else, we comparison shop, and we expect value for money.
Membership cards and secret decoder rings and glossy paper magazines and color photos, videos and music CDs for our amusement, compounds and picnics, colorful costumes and tattoos, toys, as Gerhard Locke used to call them.
The trick here is to get white people to do, for their race, what they would do for themselves in a heartbeat.
We need to get them to do something because it is right rather than because it involves somehow getting money into their pockets so they can buy toys.
We have to get white people to give up their narcissism and their self-absorption.
We have to get white people to incur risk and personal inconvenience without material gain for themselves.
We have to get them to do things for an ideal that is higher than themselves and their egos.
That's what we've lost.
That's what I'm talking about when I refer to the alpha gene.
This is what we've lost.
It's a large part of that alpha gene which seems to have been bred out of us.
This is what makes all of this so hard.
Getting...
White people to help any white nationalist cause, not just the Northwest Front, with something concrete other than words.
It's like pulling teeth.
I'm not the only individual in the movement who is having this trouble.
It's not just that white people won't step forward and do anything for the Northwest Front.
They won't step forward and do anything for anybody.
They're not just sitting back waiting for Harold Covington to pull the magic beans out of his pocket and make it all happen.
They're waiting for anybody else.
It's not any lack of money or property or people.
Those already exist.
I more or less sit here and look at them all day through the computer like a street urchin pressing his face against the window of a candy store.
This is one of the things that makes me so grumpy and snappish all the time.
I live every day with a dream deferred.
Every day I hope that this will be the day that I open that post office and I find something in there besides words.
The things the white race needs are out of reach behind the counter until somehow I can get you to change.
Okay, enough rambling.
Let's get down to some specifics.
Practically speaking, at this point our general headquarters unit will be located in the Puget Sound area.
One of the reasons that I never made a really big push for this when I was living down in Astoria was that it was simply too isolated a community, too far away from the scene of any serious political action.
We had a two-hour drive from Portland down to the coast, down Highway 30 or Highway 26, both of which were some of the most beautiful drives in America in the summer and the autumn, and they're drives that I recommend all visitors to the homeland make when they come here, and if I ever retire, it will probably be back down there.
But as a center for a revolutionary political movement, Clatsop County was just too far removed from the center of things.
Now remember that what we're attempting to accomplish here is to begin the process of taking the movement off the internet and back into the real world.
We have to establish white nationalist communities in the Northwest.
That is to say, for the moment, cells or teams of between 6 to 12 Class A people living within half an hour's drive of each other.
People who see one another regularly.
Who meet and work together racially, and who can provide a support system for incomers.
They must be functional in society, functional politically in that they can contribute actively to the building of a party.
They have to be sufficiently intelligent and of sufficiently strong character to do so.
From the very beginning of the process, we have to give the Northwest Front a real world as opposed to a virtual existence.
Look, I understand how white people, especially men my age, can be literally driven insane by being forced to live in this politically correct latrine.
It's especially bad when you're young, or whenever you hit about 50 and you realize you've run out of time and things are never going to get better, only worse.
Right at the time of your life when you really, really don't need things to be getting worse.
There was a young man on one of our internet groups some time back that some of you may remember, and I'll be honest with you, he had me worried there for a while.
He was just describing in a cyber monotone what was being done to him in his politically correct, multiculturally diverse high school, and I was genuinely concerned that he was going to pop the top.
I talked to him about it, and I hope I had a beneficial effect.
Apparently I did.
Last I heard, he was out of that shithole and in a local community college where things were bad, but apparently at least somewhat more livable.
One of the ways that the party can keep these white males stable and keep them from flipping out and doing harm to themselves and to the cause of the Northwest Independence is that we need to be able to give our people something to do once they get here.
One of the reasons I rant and rave and barrack you all out on occasion is that I am deathly afraid of turning on CNN one day and hearing a name that I recognize and realizing that a white life has just been thrown away that we might have been able to save if we had been able to give that person something constructive and fulfilling in his life by way of racial resistance.
Okay, time for a music break.
I've played a lot of Irish music on here, jigs and reels and sad immigration songs.
But there's a song that pays homage to a couple of the oldest and most deeply traditional aspects of the Irish character.
Manic drunkenness and the love of making a shambles for its own sake.
This is called The Body of a Dead American, and I've often thought that if I'd stayed in Ireland and died there, this is the kind of funeral I would like to have.
This is the Pogues.
Pogues.
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And the Tinker boys they hissed advice but were with a hen.
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o'clock in the evening every bastard there was pissed Pretty well gone away, there's nothing left to say Farewell to New York City boys, to Boston and PA He took them out with a well-known clout and they often heard him say I'm a free-born man of the USA He fought the champ in Pittsburgh and he slashed him to the ground He took on
time, he took Nellan and only went one round He never had no time for rights for drink or dice or hoard But he never threw a fight when the fight was right so I sent him to the war Very well gone away, there's nothing left to say With Stongeon Joe and an ear of gold my loves in America The calling of the rosary smashed wine from far away I'm a free-born man of the USA This morning on the harbor
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free-born man of the USA I'm a free-born man of the USA I'm a free-born man of the USA Now, given my propensity to bitch and to moan when there's any light at the end of the tunnel at all, I feel it's only right to share the good tidings with you within the limitations of security and prudence.
It's not progress of a spectacular kind, I'm afraid.
It consists of almost intangible things like more and more people asking for intro packs and asking for information on book ordering.
This has especially increased since I've been going on the Mike Harris show on rentsradio.com.
It's people giving me second and third responses after I send them their literature.
It consists of people sending me what appear to be sincere requests for information on coming home to the homeland and not on my email either.
The hope consists of a slow but steady increase in new contacts that indicates that the message is getting out, out there on the net and also in the real world.
Slowly, slowly, slowly, slow as molasses in wintertime, the word is percolating through to the movement out there and to the white community that we are here.
And that what we have to say is important, and that people need to hear what we have to say.
Slow, slow, slow, but it's happening.
Finally, these rays of hope consist of a growing number of out-of-state license plates that I'm actually seeing here in my driveway.
Yes, comrades, migrants are starting to come here.
The word is finally beginning to seep out that there is a place white people can go and find actual human beings and not computer screens.
These are the faintest of flickers of light at the end of the tunnel, and they may fizzle out.
But they do exist, and I have a strong conviction that if we can just hold on, and if I personally can just hold on for some time longer without slipping and falling off the edge, then there will be more such flickers, and one of them will eventually catch and burst into flame.
We will find that young man who will eventually be our national organizer.
We will find the rich man who will eventually write a check with some man-sized zeros on it and give us a headquarters.
Guys, I understand that I've been leaning on some of you really heavily.
Too much, in fact.
Don't worry.
I'm pretty sure reinforcements are on the way, at least a few.
At least enough to keep me and our fledgling operation going, keep the Northwest Observer coming out on time, give me enough white books to send new people and keep me online.
Now, if I can survive at least on that level, I can hopefully make it until such time as the awakening comes.
It's not safe.
It's not smart.
And it's not right for me to keep asking such a small number of you to bear all the load.
I very much hope that the promise I see in some of these latest developments will be fulfilled, and that some of you who are getting weary and burned out will be able to rest a bit.
You've earned it.
Well, our time is up, so that's it for this week's edition of Radio Free Northwest.
This program is brought to you by the Northwest Front, Post Office Box 4856, Seattle, Washington 98104.
Or you can go to the party's website at www.northwestfront.org.
This is Harold Covington, and I'll see you next week.
Until then, Sasha Underban.
Freedom!
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