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Feb. 21, 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-woo, hush and listen, and his cheeks were all aglow.
I bear orders from the captain, get you ready quick and soon, for the bikes must be together by the rising of the moon.
By the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon, for the bikes must be together by the rising of the moon.
Oh, then tell me, Sean O 'Farrell, where the gathering is to be.
In the old spot, by the river, right the norm to you and me.
Run for war, for signal, token, whistle, out the marching tune for
your Greetings from
the Northwest Homeland, comrades.
It's February the 21st, 2013.
I'm Harold Covington, and this is Radio Free Northwest.
It was originally my intention to make this a special, short podcast, maybe 15 minutes or so in length, and upload it to the website separately.
I'm going to be talking about something that I have never felt completely comfortable discussing in the context of Radio Free Northwest itself, because it has no place there.
It has no place anywhere, actually, and yet it's there, always, hanging over all our efforts like a cloud of poison gas.
And now the time has come when we just can't ignore it anymore, and we have to sit down and have that long talk with ourselves that we've been putting off so long.
I'm talking about white character, specifically why ours seems to suck so badly.
This short special podcast I'd planned was supposed to serve as my canned answer on the question, and I was determined that it would be my final answer.
I'm still so determined, but the more I got into the subject over the weekend, the more it became clear to me that if this really is going to be my life-culminating comment on the subject, my honest-to-God attempt to nail this down once and for all, so that as the oncoming racial and political crisis in the country gets worse, I don't have to waste time with it anymore.
Then a short 15 or 20 minute Cliff Notes version just isn't going to work.
So what I'm going to do is just go as long here as I feel I have to in order to get this subject covered.
Say everything I have to say, and then I intend to seal my lips with concrete and never ever respond to any of this happy horse shit again.
At least that's what I intend to do.
Really.
Now, can I absolutely guarantee you that I will never, ever be forced to return to the subject again?
The movement being what it is, I'm afraid not.
But that's why I have to make this as comprehensive as possible, so please bear with me.
I'm going to have my say here, and from now on, when I get questions by email or otherwise about whatever the latest lunacy is doing the rounds of the internet or the mainstream media, which will eventually happen, Then, assuming that the people asking are sincerely confused and upset and they have some clearly serious intent and concerns, I will refer them to this edition of Radio Free Northwest.
Now, let's be clear.
When I refer to the issue of white nationalist character, I mean our bad character.
I mean some of the genuinely despicable behavior that alleged white nationalists, past and present, have engaged in and continue to engage in.
For reasons which many people, as well as myself, often find baffling.
Some of us call this the Drama with a capital D. Some call it the Bad Craziness.
Someone came up with the term Space Magnus from an old Ren and Stimpy cartoon.
And most of us just call it the Bullshit.
One of the most disturbing things about this phenomenon is that so much of it comes from middle-aged men in their 30s and 40s and 50s.
There seems to be something about the white nationalist movement that acts not as a fountain of youth, but a fountain of childishness.
Time and again, I have seen mature and successful and genuinely manly men become involved in this thing of ours, and within a matter of months, they're acting like 12-year-olds.
You think I'm joking?
Bo Greitz was one of the most highly decorated green berets in Vietnam and Laos, and yet when he got involved with us, he ended up waiting in a rainy parking lot one night for Ha Ton, the alien lord of the galaxy, to descend in a flying saucer.
He got involved in some weirded-out girlfriend's custody battle, which ended in a botched kidnapping attempt when he attempted to snatch her child, and then finally attempted suicide over a broken heart or whatever on some roadside in Idaho.
He shot himself in the head.
And missed.
This is a Green Beret now.
I swear, sometimes being in the movement feels like I'm caught in a Three Stooges short.
Hell, don't ask me what it is.
Forty years and I still don't have the answer.
It's like anyone who gets involved with us inhales loco weed or something.
I myself have nicknamed this bizarre pathology GUBU.
Capital G-U-B-U.
A term which was coined by the Irish writer Conor Cruz O 'Brien in the 1980s to describe the administration of Irish Prime Minister Charles Hoffey.
But we won't get into that.
If you're interested, I recently found to my astonishment that GUBU has its own Wikipedia entry.
The acronym stands for Grotesque, Unbelievable, Bizarre, and Unprecedented.
And the unfortunate fact is that in the white nationalist context, virtually everyone listening to this knows what I'm talking about.
I wish you didn't.
The first thing you need to understand is that while our propensity for bizarre and counterproductive behavior has been accelerated and supersized by the internet, it predates the internet by a good half century.
The gooboo has always been with us since the end of World War II.
The last leader we ever had from the old days, whom I would consider to be a fully developed, mature, and serious adult man of the old style, was Huey Long's former associate, Gerald L.K. Smith.
Everyone we've ever had in leadership positions since then, including myself, has been touched or contaminated by the gubu to at least some degree.
If you'll read This Time, The World by Commander George Lincoln Rockwell, you will learn that Rockwell had to deal with it in his day back in the 1950s and 60s.
Now, I and many of our older listeners can remember the pre-internet days, and I can tell you, in many respects, it was just as bad then as it is today, except we used telephones and printed newsletters to spread our smears and slanders and chew our own legs off in those days.
The so-called open letter was especially popular, and I saw from a recent website that it's still in use today by those of us who like to wallow in the mud.
The problem is that today the gooboo and the space madness can go around the world with the click of a mouse, and when it occurs on a website or a v-bulletin board, or in the comments section of a blog or a news item, it's archived and preserved in various places for all time.
God knows what future historians and students of our period will think of us.
I imagine a lot of medical students specializing in psychiatry are going to write their doctoral dissertation on some of the lunacy and the pathological behavior that has appeared from white nationalists on the internet, from Usenet on down to the comments section of a hundred of our blogs.
I have spent a large portion of my movement career battling against the gubu and the madness, in an effort to get our comrades, in every group and from every tendency, to grow the hell up and cease comporting themselves in public like horses' asses.
My efforts have been largely in vain, and the only result appears to be that I myself have become a kind of perpetual target for the loons.
For some reason, which I have never understood, I seem to inspire a weird, twisted, and in some cases lifelong obsession in certain unbalanced people.
One man has been stalking me on the internet since 1995, and another has been stalking me both on and off the internet since 1987.
That's a quarter of a century.
I have always wondered just what the hell is going on in these people's minds.
I admit, I can't fathom it.
What in God's name do they get out of it?
How can you live any kind of life when your whole existence is bound up in some overpowering, irrational hatred and obsession with one man?
It's as if their whole existence is bound up in this demented obsession with me, and without me they wouldn't even exist.
But, I haven't come here tonight to talk about me.
It would do no good if I had.
See, my observation over many decades is that it is a cardinal error to attempt actually to refute specific bizarre and baseless allegations, or to attempt to apply any criteria of logic and reason to this behavior.
You can't argue with an idiot, and when you attempt it, you only reduce yourself to his level.
As cliche as that sounds, I admit it took me a while to get my arms around this ancient truth.
Now, even if I still wanted to argue with these people or refute them, I could never do it because most of it's simply made up out of whole cloth.
For example, no doubt many of you will have heard the story that I'm married to a Jew, which is interesting in view of the fact that the same rumor keeps going around about Jared Taylor and Alex Jones, and I've never seen any proof of that either.
Uh, no, I'm not married to a Jew, and I never have been.
But how exactly am I supposed to prove that?
Now, there's another story that I'm an alcoholic, and I quote-unquote lie around drunk or Uh, no.
In point of fact, I do nothing of the kind.
But can any of you suggest any way that I can prove to you beyond all reasonable doubt that I don't?
That's one of the ways you can usually differentiate between legitimate criticism within the movement and goo-boo crap.
The gubu generally demands that somebody or other prove a negative in order to defend himself.
And even when some movement figure who is subjected to this cackle can succeed in proving a negative, these yo-yos then simply come up with something else, and then that goes the rounds of the internet for a few years.
Truth and fact have nothing to do with most of this shit.
That's the second thing that you need to understand.
Gubu is not a political or racial phenomenon.
It is a psychiatric one.
The things that these turkeys gobble-gobble on about say very little about the individuals who are targeted and tell us a lot about the people who are making these posts on the net or committing these acts.
Mental and emotional imbalance is not something that can be refuted with logic or reason.
Insanity is not a point of view any more than ignorance is.
It can't be adjusted or corrected if proven wrong.
You can't fix crazy.
A comrade of mine recently emailed me saying, Harold, you're right, the internet is really messed up.
No, it isn't.
The internet is just a string of machines all wired together.
It is we, white people, who are messed up.
Messed up in our minds.
And largely because we are messed up in our minds, we have failed for the past several generations to make any headway at all against the Jewish power structure which seeks to murder us all.
Have you ever seen a gerbil or a hamster turn on its own young and eat them because the cage is too small and she goes batshit?
That's us.
It's primarily because we white nationalists are so mentally and emotionally dysfunctional that we've been unable to mount any kind of effective resistance.
And now we've been reduced to yet one more minor nut cult which has almost no existence outside the internet.
Now, over and over again, down through the years, I and others have asked the question, Why?
Why in God's name are these people doing this, behaving like 12 and 13 year olds in middle school?
Why are these people even here among us at all?
Why does a deadly serious and urgent cause such as white racial survival seem to attract so many kooks, freaks, misfits, petty criminals, and downright whack jobs?
Perhaps we need to look at the second question first.
Now, my usual snappy answer to that is they come to the movement because they want to get something out of it and not put something into it.
And that's certainly true as far as it goes.
But maybe we need to look a little deeper than that.
Many years ago, I made up a little slogan or saying that encapsulates this little mystery of ours.
I call it Covington's Conundrum.
The cause is so right.
The people are so wrong.
Wrong in what way?
Over the past three generations, the vast majority of white Americans have not only become dumbed down intellectually, they have been sleazed out culturally.
Not just their mental, but their emotional growth has been stunted.
The overwhelming majority of white people suffer from at least some degree of arrested development.
They have never truly become adults.
This is not only because of the toxic Jewish pop culture and propaganda that's been drummed into their skulls full of mush since birth, but because being born into what has up until now been a stable if diseased society, a prosperous society, they've never been forced to grow up.
Now, even as bad as things are now, there is always a safety net of some sort.
To white Americans, a job is just something one gets after college, in theory anyway, and most people don't have families and children to take care of until their mid-30s, if ever.
It's not like it was in the 19th century, where long hours of gainful employment from a very young age was a matter of life and death, and if you didn't work, you either became an outlaw and a predator, or else you literally starved to death.
We've become way too comfortable and used to having a safety net.
We don't remember how to work without one anymore.
White males especially, in large numbers, are in essence avoiding the real world and remaining adolescents until age 21, age 28, age 30, age 32, longer.
We are one of the few cultures in the world where that's financially and socially possible.
There's no draft anymore, which in some ways is a very bad thing.
When I was growing up, it was still assumed that unless you were crippled or your parents were rich enough to keep you in college and work the system until you were 28 or so, you were going to pull time in the service where 18-year-olds would be compelled to undergo the discipline of a structured adult environment, take orders, and where slacking or quitting was not an option.
That ended 40 years ago in 1972, and it's done incalculable damage to three generations of white boys.
I myself went into the army at age 17. I had no choice.
My father told me to hit the road as soon as I'd graduated from high school.
It was frankly the best thing he ever did for me.
A large number of white boys these days can't cope with or exist in the real world, and you'll find a number of this personality type in the white nationalist internet gooboo crew.
Now, I happen to know, through reliable sources, that at least two of my own principal internet stalkers One of them in his early 30s and one of them in his early 40s quite literally still live in their parents' basements in Alabama and Florida.
I don't know for sure if they have jobs, but if they do, I imagine it's something peripheral like working in a car wash or something.
I can't help but wonder if two years in the Army when they were 18 might not have done them a world of good by making these men grow up.
Obviously nothing else ever did.
Also, I need to say something here, and that is that although we're obviously concerned about this deviant and dysfunctional behavior as it affects the white nationalist movement, this is not just a movement thing.
It's a white thing.
I have mentioned before that the last major job I had was in Texas for a multinational corporation in which I was surrounded by hundreds of the best and the brightest of Generation X, IT graduates and master's degree holders from Texas A&M University.
And I observed the same pathologies in those young white people that I had been observing in the white nationalist movement for years.
I guess we were just a little ahead of our time in our nuttiness, and the rest of the white world finally caught up with us.
Okay, I need to break up the sound of my droning voice, so here's Mick Maloney.
Music by Ben Thede
Now that's because I'm doing my best to address an entire issue, and I don't want to lapse into a string of anecdotes and Grandpa Simpson-like reminiscences about all the space madness I've seen in my time.
Hell, if I did that, we'd be here all night.
I know there's some people out there who are saying, I know who Harold is really talking about.
Yep, yep.
No, actually you don't.
I'm not talking about people here.
I'm talking about a problem.
A problem that we have to overcome.
And I'm doing my best to try to say all this in such a way as to never have to deal with it again.
The simple fact is that we have people among us, acting and speaking in public, in the name of white nationalism, who have no business anywhere near us or any other kind of radical alternative politics.
Because they're not right in the head.
There, does that sum it up?
Anything else I have to say here is going to be pretty much just a commentary on that.
It's impossible for me to discuss the problem in this case without violating the primary directive and mentioning at least a few names, but I have to paint this with as broad a stroke as possible because I repeat that what I'm trying to do here is address an issue that...
Whether we like it or not is going to remain with us, and which we have to develop workarounds for.
That's another thing we have to bear in mind.
Lacking an effective deterrent, there is nothing at all that we can do about this, especially when it originates from internet sock puppets whose true identities are unknown.
Oh, oh, oh.
And whom we lack the technical capabilities to track down to their lair in Mama's basement or in some cubicle in the ADL offices or in the FBI's West Virginia Computer Center or Cass Sunstein's Cognitive Dissonance Boiler Room in some White House basement.
What cannot be cured must be endured, as the saying goes.
I'm aware of only one time in the past when the movement was able to successfully clean its own house and permanently remove someone who had no business among us, and that was the Frank Collin episode of 1980, which was done by me and some very fine comrades from the NSPA, which, needless to say, I've never received any public credit for.
That was also pre-internet.
In those days, Collin couldn't escape into cyberspace and hide there, so we dealt with him physically in the real world.
The internet cuts both ways.
It is our own main medium of communication.
It has to be, because it's the only mass medium that we have access to.
But just as we can use the internet against the enemy, if we can ever master it, so it can be used against us.
We'll continue to be part of the background noise of our movement for a long time.
At least until we can reach the point where we are capable of actively disincentivizing such behavior.
Certainly, if we ever made it clear that we weren't going to put up with it anymore, and if it were ever to become physically dangerous to play these games, the bulk of it would just disappear off the internet like the morning dew, and certain odd people would suddenly vanish from our ranks.
Americans don't do danger any more than they do risk or inconvenience.
Danger isn't fun, and being an American white boy is all about having fun and never having to grow up until you're 45, right?
If we ever do acquire the ability to disincentivize bad behavior, a lot of things are going to change.
I've lived in Ireland, where the provost had an ear on every housing estate, and you never knew who was listening in the pub.
So I've seen how that works, and trust me, this is something we have to achieve, although God knows how we'll ever do it with a sorry human material we have to work with.
But until that time comes, we're going to have to find within ourselves the mental and spiritual discipline and self-control to simply disregard the gubu on the internet and isolate it when it appears in the form of individuals.
Some of you know how terribly, terribly hard that can be.
Emotional self-discipline, I mean.
We're not Europeans.
We are Americans of the 21st century.
And self-control is something we're simply never taught.
From birth, we've been raised with the American sense of entitlement.
We want the best of everything.
We want five times more of it than we need.
We want it free, or else very, very cheap.
And above all, we want it now, now, now.
That includes the typical narcissistic American sense of grossly inflated self-esteem.
And when someone hurts our feelings, we cry like a toddler who's been slapped, and then we throw a tantrum, screaming at the top of our lungs and holding our breaths until we turn blue and beating our little fisties on the wall.
All of it pounded back onto the internet through the computer keyboard, or more and more through audio files and YouTube videos.
A lot of this raging gooboo on the net is tit for tat.
Somebody said something on a podcast or on the comments section of some blog.
Somebody else had skin as thin as tissue paper, so they took offense, and then all of a sudden you've got a back-and-forth session of two so-called white nationalists screaming abuse and hurling hysterical accusations at each other.
Anybody remember Usenet?
Think I'm exaggerating?
There's a couple of otherwise good men that I can think of who, to this date, won't speak to me because I actually put them back on moderation on a Yahoo group back in 2005.
When they would not stop showing their butts on the group.
I asked them repeatedly off-group to cool their jets and stop making fools of themselves in public in front of a list of about 400 people.
I was ignored.
For once, I had the power to actually put a stop to the deranged behavior like I had back in the Colin days.
I exercised that power, and my God, you'd think I'd pissed in the punch bowl.
Oh, I was denying their right of free speech.
I was censoring them.
I was a power-mad tyrant.
Blah, blah, blah.
Anyway, sorry, I didn't come here to tell all these old stories.
I'm getting senile, so I just keep wandering.
Sorry.
But I should point out that a lot of the personal hysteria that has been vented against me personally down through the years, and which you have seen, or will see, floating around the net, Arises from the fact that back in the day I refused to accept certain people, especially certain self-appointed white leaders, at their own estimation of themselves.
And I either hinted or I flat out said that they were wrong in certain things that they did, for which I cited specific names, dates, places, and events with chapter and verse.
Now that's another way you can differentiate goo-boo crap from legitimate criticism, by the way.
When someone says, quote, I disagree with something that David Duke did on such and such a date in such and such an incident.
That is criticism, whether or not you and I agree with it.
And movement personalities cannot and must not be granted immunity from critical examination of their behavior.
Now that's yet another one of the character problems we've got.
This idea that when somebody stands up and says, I'm for the white race of people.
That they automatically get some kind of pass for every stupid or grotty thing they do.
But when someone says, David Duke gets high on bath salts, robs liquor stores and rapes orangutans in the New Orleans Zoo, that's gooboo.
It puts Duke in the position of having to prove a negative, to prove that he did not do these things, and that can be hard.
It can be impossible when you're being accused over something that allegedly happened decades before, and which...
By the very nature of the accusation is beyond proof or disproof anyway.
Things that by their very nature couldn't have been factually proven half an hour after they happened.
Never mind after 30 years.
Now you see what I'm saying here.
It's like the old journalistic trick where some reporter yells out a question, Senator, have you stopped beating your wife?
The senator is called off guard and he says, What the hell are you talking about?
I've never beaten my wife.
And the next day the headline comes out, Senator Denies Wife Beating Charge.
It's a Jewish trick, of course, and our goat dancers have picked up on it.
Now, at this point, after all the time I've just spent basically calling these people crazy, I need to state here that there is, in fact, an alternative theory about our gubu problem, one for which I admit a good case can be made.
This is going to take a little digression, so once again, please bear with me.
One of the things that strikes one about the gubu crew is that, As immature and vicious and infantile as they are, they're usually not outright stupid people.
They have to realize how what they're doing looks to others.
And the damage it does to the cause, which they claim to believe in and serve just as we do.
Remember, supposedly, these weirdos who are yelling and screaming and showing their butts and accusing everybody of square dancing in a roundhouse and in some cases running around from group to group causing trouble, they all claim to be white nationalists who believe as we do.
Now, here's the problem.
Let's say that you're a young white boy, or even a girl, and your experience in your racially diverse and multicultural high school has been such that you just plain had it, and you want to find some way to fight back.
Or else you're a middle-aged white man who's just turned 42, and who's finally started to pay attention to what's going on around him, and you're looking for information to help you figure out why you've been getting the shaft all your life, who's doing it, and what can be done about it.
Or anyone who's looking to get involved or get educated or find someone else who sees and understands what you do.
A prospective recruit for the cause, in other words.
Now, this being the 21st century, where's the first place they're going to look?
The Internet, right?
And what will these new people find there?
Especially if they take a good look at the first things that pop up, which will probably be Stormfront and VNN and some of the other vBulletin boards.
Now, do you begin to understand the problem and why I'm having to do this whole podcast?
Let me ask you, how many good people, young white people, successful white people who could have provided funds and premises and other stuff we need have been so turned off by this space madness that they turned away and said to themselves, hey, I know these guys are right on the money with what they're saying about race and the government and the Jews, but how can I become involved with them?
They're fucking nuts.
Once again, we are faced with the question of why.
Why are these people doing this?
Why are they acting like this?
If we accept that most of these people who are posting this batshit crazy stuff to the internet are, in fact, sufficiently intelligent to understand the effect of what they're doing, then we have to at least consider the possibility that this is the effect they intend.
In other words, They are engaging in this destructive and counterproductive behavior with the deliberate goal of disrupting the white nationalist effort, us in the Northwest, or whoever they're targeting.
And by the way, I have to re-emphasize that this is not just directed at me and the Northwest Front.
I just happen to be the Gooboo Crew's flavor of the month.
Any of you listening out there who are around, back around O2 or O3, Remember what it was like when it looked like Bill White and Billy Roper might team up to take over the National Alliance after Pierce died?
My God, you would have thought Bill White was the Antichrist himself from some of the weird crap that was being posted about him on the internet.
I repeat that this has been going on in various high-tech and low-tech forms for the 40 years I've been around, and time and time again, I and others have been just forced to sit down and seriously try to determine just what the hell is going on with some of these people, to examine their possible motives for doing what they're doing.
Now, are they in fact acting too crazy to really be crazy?
Are they crazy like a fox, and are they showing their butts in this way, knowing full well how it will look to outsiders, and how it will completely alienate and drive away anyone considering getting involved in white nationalism?
In short, the great mystery that I and others have spent years trying to solve is this.
Are these people engaging in the behavior that they're engaging in simply because they're cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs?
Because there are dysfunctional narcissists who insist that everything always has to be about them and not the 14 words, and if it can't be all about them, then they'll grab the wheel like a drunk on a bus and send the whole bus over the cliff?
Well, there is certainly a lot of evidence that this is the case.
Or, is someone putting them up to it as a kind of long-term black op, a form of psychological warfare?
Now, there's a lot of evidence to suggest that hypothesis as well.
If so, it's been going on a hell of a long time, since the end of World War II at least.
And the internet is just the latest icing on the crazy cake.
But, I repeat, I have had at least two of these butt bandits on my ass now for 25 years and 17 years respectively.
They go away for a while.
But then they always pop up again any time I'm starting to get a little publicity and clearly starting to make a little headway, like now, for example.
Look, I know this sounds paranoid and maybe a bit egotistical on my part, but 25 years and 17 years is to my mind becoming a little too persistent to be just plain cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs.
Now that's fixation with a capital F. And why do they go away for years at a time, only to pop up again in full cackle any time I'm making a little progress?
Now, someone who is just nutso would either be completely nutso all the time and totally immersed in their obsession so that they'd never let up 24-7 until their brain broke, or else they would eventually just lose interest, as many of my past stalkers have.
The average stalker I get on the internet messes around for a month or two and then he just loses interest and wanders away.
Now, bear in mind, I'm not saying that every one of us who flips out on the internet is some kind of deep cover ADL agent.
Even if one accepts this theory of long-term deep cover cognitive dissonance penetration, which, by the way, I'm not yet ready to do wholeheartedly, I think very few of them are actual ringers.
White nationalists need to understand that the fact is we attract people who want to join us because of the media stereotypes and not in spite of them.
These people are basically weak, neurotic wrecks.
They are seeking strength.
And when they don't find it, when they find out that the movement isn't really what it's portrayed in television and the movies, they spaz out and they start, well, doing what they do.
Some of these people really do believe that we all live in compounds out in the woods and we abduct and torture beautiful TV reporter maidens or whatever.
And the majority of them are giving us all this aggro.
They're just kooks.
But we have to consider the possibility that a small number of them are not.
That a small number of these people may be something else.
That there may be a hidden agenda in operation here.
Now, who do we know is capable of playing that long a game?
The government?
Not really.
When the government carries out an infiltration, they're almost always looking for some kind of visible prize that they can wave aloft like a flag, a prosecution, a trial, where they can put on their white hats for the TV cameras, even if it's a complete fabrication like the Edgar Steele case.
Long-term, deep infiltration of this persistent nature, if that's what it is, purely for the purpose of information-gathering analysis and deliberate disruption of potential adversaries, is not the hallmark of the federal government.
They're actually pretty short-sighted.
They tend to live in the moment, the next media cycle, the next election cycle.
The federal government of the United States thinks ten minutes ahead on a good day.
The feds are spending taxpayer dollars that will show up in somebody's budget and will have to be accounted for eventually, with some kind of result produced.
Look, we've put white supremacist so-and-so in prison for X number of years.
This is how that whole Ruby Ridge thing came about.
Some ATF asshole became obsessed with Randy Weaver and his family and ended up putting hundreds of thousands of dollars into surveillance on them until it got to the point where somebody in Washington just said, look, you've spent X amount of money, now you're going to have to give us a trial and a conviction of some kind, or else you're headed for the Nome, Alaska office.
The feds don't have the time or the patience to spend year after year, decade after decade, inserting a whole series of...
Very strange people into our movement who work out for a while and then stage some spectacular public meltdown that makes us all look like fools and weirdos and perverts.
If that's what's happening.
But the Jews do.
And if all this weird, bad, crazy shit that's been happening to us all these years is in fact the result of a deliberate, ongoing series of black ops and carefully selected infiltrators, then we need to look at outfits like the ADL, the Israeli Mossad, The SPLC, or most likely some secret, honest-to-God Jewish conspiracy that we don't even know about, because it has no official existence.
Okay, music break number two.
Now this is another Scandinavian what's-it, black metal or whatever, similar to Wardruna, but I don't know the group.
Some guy just sent it to me a while back.
Usual problem with mediocre mixing, drums and whatnot is too loud, so you...
Can't really understand the lyrics, but it's a good long piece, and so it should snap you out of your days from listening to me drone on and on.
It's called Wake Scotty.
Wake Scotty.
Very goddess of the snow You shine in beauty, most of gold Dress me in a white angel You know my fears,
passions, ways, darling So joy in this I own your strength Thank
you.
Thank you.
Okay, I just replayed the whole program yet again, and I'm still not happy with it.
The thing is, this is one of those subjects where I've been forced to pull a lot of punches because of who's listening and also because, let's face it, this is a really depressing and demoralizing topic.
I really, really wish to hell I didn't have to mention it at all.
Things shouldn't be like this, but they are.
And I'm dead serious about making this my comprehensive canned answer so that I don't have to come here again if that turns out to be possible.
Let me take a run at it from another angle and please bear with me.
We are rapidly approaching a time when things in this country are going to get very serious very quickly.
One of the reasons that we've wasted the past 60 years is because that they were there.
Because we had the 60 years to waste.
Gooboo and space madness and acting like jackasses on the internet is one of the things we've wasted that time on.
We have wasted that time on Stormfront, VNN, on Usenet, on stupid websites devoted to attacking one another.
On ridiculous photoshopped pictures of one another.
We've wasted time and money on malicious and abusive lawsuits.
And no, I don't just mean me.
If you ever want to peruse some really depressing reading, go over what happened to the National Alliance when Dr. Pierce died.
And if that doesn't bum you out and make you want to chuck it all in, I don't know what will.
But we can't do that anymore.
We have to stop now.
We have to grow up and get our act together now because we're out of time.
This is it.
Sometime in the next few years.
Showtime.
Curtain going up.
No more practice swings.
No more do-overs.
This time we get it right or else within a century this continent will be a third world sewer crawling with black and brown maggots feasting on the corpse of Western civilization.
And a century after that they'll all be gone because the Chinese will have come in and killed them all.
Confucius once said that it was written in the Stars of Destiny that one day the whole world would be Chinese.
We have only a few years left to prove him wrong.
That means we have to stop the goddamn nonsense in every aspect of our lives and our political work, and we have to get serious.
Now, if Gooboo is going to be a part of our world from now on, and apparently it will be, then if we can't do anything about it, we have to find some way to work around it.
What am I talking about?
What can we do?
Now, you know the old saying that when you find yourself stuck in a hole, the first thing you need to do is stop digging?
The solution is very simple and very hard.
We must commit an act of will.
We need to just plain stop it.
We need to not do it anymore.
Yes, it really is that simple, but the problem is that to stop doing this, we need to change who and what we are.
We need to cease being overgrown adolescents, and we need to become adult men and women who have put away childish things, as the Bible says.
How does one get a child to behave?
The best way, of course, is the old way, a good smack on the butt.
Or, in the case of the Gooboo crew, a good smack upside the head with a baseball bat to see if we can congeal those American skulls full of mush into a brain again.
Unfortunately, we have neither the physical courage nor the competence to apply the baseball bat upside the head where it will do the most good, and that's a pity.
So, if Gooboo is going to be part of our lives and work from now on, what exactly can we do?
We can make sure that whether it's just some lunatic wrestling with his demons in public, or whether it's somebody on Cass Sunstein's payroll, or whatever the hell each individual story may be, they do not succeed in getting our eye off the ball and distracting us from the 14 words of David Lane.
The first and most simple rule is this.
Just say no.
Don't look at it.
Poison can't hurt you if you just don't drink it.
Now, when you see a gubu thread or get a gubu email, as soon as you realize what it is, close the email or click that mouse and get it off your screen.
Like the old Russian saying goes, you don't have to eat all of the egg to know if it's rotten.
If you don't let the contamination into your mind to begin with, it won't attack your brain.
Of course, this does require willpower, just like it takes willpower for an alcoholic not to lift that beer can or whiskey bottle to his lips.
I fully understand what the late Dr. William Pierce meant when he referred to that unhealthy fascination which Gooboo exercises on us.
We are the pale children of the 21st century, raised on Animal House and Jackass and South Park, with all the fascination that gossip and scandal and strange weirded-out behavior and childish toilet humor has instilled in us.
It's very hard to close a Gooboo email and delete it without reading it.
It's very hard not to take a peek at certain websites, and we have all kinds of rationalizations for doing so.
I get it and I don't expect perfection.
Just be aware of what is motivating you and what the consequences for history may be if you let this brain-eating bacteria in and do the best you can.
Now secondly, as with alcohol, if you must indulge, do it responsibly and with your eyes open.
Always remember the first rule of the internet.
You never know who you're talking to.
Who are you?
Who are you?
There is a subtle but definite difference between free speech and anonymous speech.
And one of the things you need on the internet is a healthy skepticism about everything.
Now, when someone in a chat room or in a comment section or on Facebook or on a podcast uses a false or untraceable internet ID, which is clearly a pseudonym, and while making outrageous and bizarre allegations or engaging in gubu behavior,
he still persistently refuses to let you see his face, to let you have a look at him, when he refuses to give you any way to assess his character and his track record, When he refuses to let you get a glimpse of his true agenda or let you know who he hangs with on the internet and otherwise, then all of that is one hell of a red flag.
Learn to recognize that red flag and disregard the speaker.
Look, I understand that in some ways anonymity is one of the internet's greatest attractions.
It provides a way for white people who otherwise could never utter so much as a whisper of what they really think and feel.
It allows us to express ourselves, to engage in forbidden discussion without risking our jobs and our whole lives and our families and so forth and so on.
And if nothing else, it allows us to vent our rage and frustration against the one-party dictatorship that is destroying our very existence.
This actually is the kind of guy we're looking for when I'm talking about this mythical national organizer I keep wanting to pull out of nowhere.
Okay, I get all this, but...
Part of that moving forward to assume a leadership role involves stepping out from behind the computer at some point and letting others see your face, either literally or figuratively.
Now, when somebody won't let you know precisely who the hell it is you're talking to, you need to wonder why.
Remember, healthy skepticism always.
When someone is clearly taking a lot of precautions to make sure that you don't find out who the hell you're really talking to, when he is actively evasive about his true identity and his true agenda, that's a major red flag.
When someone comes to us on the internet or anywhere else and demands the right to shout the odds and call the shots, when he makes a clear attempt to shape and control the narrative, as the media say.
Especially somebody else's narrative.
When he lays down the law on important things, not just batting the breeze about niggers and Jews and whining and moaning like most of us do, but when he is clearly attempting to shape and channel policy, and when he tells us things about other white nationalists and demands belief, which is a form of assuming leadership, that he needs to let the people he's trying to convince get a look at him.
Know his real name, get a look at his face, get a look at his track record, get a look at who he hangs with and what or whose agenda he might be serving.
If he wants to lead in this manner, and granted, somebody needs to, then we have the right to assess just exactly what it is that gives this person the moral right to assume such leadership.
We have the right to know not only who the hell we're talking to, but who the hell is talking to us and what his motives are.
Now remember, like I've said before, with us it's always a case of the singer, not the song.
When you are presented with Gooboo, on the internet or otherwise, the first thing you need to examine is what the Gooboo tells you about the speaker or writer, not what it says about the target.
Who is saying these things?
Not his internet handle.
What's his real name?
What is his movement track record?
Who does he hang with?
In what movement click, if any?
Is he a lone nut, or is he advancing someone's weird little agenda?
And if so, whose?
By what right is he saying these things?
Is he speaking from personal experience about something specific and traceable?
Something quantifiable?
Or is he simply engaging in schoolyard?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
I hate you.
You're a poopy head.
Now, when you experience the gooboo, as you will continue to do for many years to come, either on the internet or in the form of somebody sitting in your living room throwing a hissy fit, you must do the old Nancy Reagan trick.
You must just say no.
No, we're not going to play that crap anymore.
There's no more time.
No, we're grown up now and we're not doing that anymore.
It will be one of the hardest things you ever have to do to just turn away and say, no, I'm not going to do that.
I will not partake.
I understand what this is.
It doesn't matter what it's about.
It's gubu and I don't do gubu because my commitment to my people and to history forbids it.
Sometimes some of you ask me what I mean when I say that we have to become men and women whom our great-grandparents would have recognized.
What I just said, that's it.
Among many other things, you have to be able to make the decision that I just described.
There's an old saying, I slept and dreamed that life was beauty.
I woke and found that life was duty.
We have to awaken and find that life is duty, because we haven't got a whole hell of a lot of time left.
But our time is up right now, and so that's it for this week's edition of Radio Free Northwest.
This program is brought to you by the Northwest Front, Post Office Box 4856, Seattle, Washington, 98104, or you can go to the party's website at www.northwestfront.org.
This is Harold Covington, and I'll see you next week.
Until then, Sasha Underban.
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