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May 16, 2013 - Radio Free Nortwest - H.A. Covington
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Oh, then tell me, Sean O 'Carroll, tell me why you hurry so.
Hush, a woogel, 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, right well known to you and me.
One more roar for signal, token whistle, up the marching tune.
For your bike upon your shoulder By the rising of the moon By the rising of the moon By the rising of the moon With your bike upon your shoulder By the rising of the moon Out from many a mud-walled cabin eyes Were watching through the night Many a man's chest was throbbing For the blessed morning light Wars 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 May the 16th, 2013.
I'm Harold Covington, and this is Radio Free Northwest.
Before I begin, I want to make a few comments on a recent event.
On Monday, May the 13th, the party website was down for about 10 hours due to a cyber attack on our host company.
So far as we know, the Northwest Front was not the specific target of this attack.
I checked the status update page before I began this morning, and they don't discuss who they think may have done this.
For all we know, it was just some 14-year-old kid in Beijing playing with his computer.
That having been said, I repeat that we have to assume that at some point in the future, one way or another, we will lose our three primary websites.
That's northwestfront.org, northwestfront.net, and my personal thought crime blog.
We are starting to take a few small steps forward, as last week's events in Portland demonstrate, and eventually we're going to make somebody sufficiently jumpy so some kind of action will be taken against our main media of communication, such as they are.
I periodically make semi-humorous remarks to the effect that we need to hang on to those mimeograph machines we have gathering dust in our attics and garages, but I would really rather not go back to the mimeograph days if it can be at all avoided.
So, the first thing we need is more Northwest Front websites, especially sites which are capable of having Radio Free Northwest uploaded to them.
Now, this is something all you comic book guy types who refuse to migrate and continue to just sit there behind your keyboards can in fact do if you want to be part of this, but you haven't been able to sufficiently elevate your energy or testosterone levels to start packing the moving van yet.
Now, I am not some kind of dictator or guru or ayatollah.
You do not need my authorization or permission to create your own Northwest Migration or Northwest Front website.
We need to see dozens of NF sites out there on the internet, the more the merrier.
And the more sites we have out there, the safer our primary sites will be when the enemy realizes that it will be impossible to completely cut us off from the web.
Now, secondly, in anticipation of the day when the websites and Radio Free Northwest will be in some way compelled to fall silent, and we have to assume that that day will come at some point in the future, you need to download all or as many Radio Free Northwest as you can get onto your own computers and make copies on CDs, on thumb drives, whatever, so that my little pearls of wisdom on this show can never be lost or suppressed completely.
Now, this is a precaution we have to take.
We are now starting to show a few tentative boots on the ground, and not just in Portland.
There's going to be other activity coming up over the summer elsewhere in the homeland.
That is going to raise the NF's threat level in whatever federal cubicle they keep track of us in, be it in the J. Edgar building in Washington, D.C., or in that big cavern they've got in West Virginia now.
And every Northwest activist has to be ready to proceed on your own if we get cut off.
You will need as much in the way of propaganda materials as you can get if that happens, so make sure you accumulate all you can while our main sites are still up.
Right, I haven't done emails for a long time, so before we get into the main part of the podcast, I want to shoot off a quick response to Travis in Tennessee.
Dear HAC, if America is run by liberal do-gooders, why are there so many niggers in prison?
Well, Travis, it's because Zog needs to preserve its financial livestock and technical maintenance personnel, and so, like a good rancher, it does occasionally cull some of the predators when they start pulling down too much of the stock, taking more than they need.
Now, the liberals understand that blacks and browns exist to some degree through predation off whites, as well as through government rations of money and goods and services.
And they're prepared to allow this in exchange for black and brown votes for the Democrat Party come Election Day.
That's so long as the niggers and the PRs stay out of the Upper East Side and the Hamptons, Beverly Hill and Carmel and Georgetown or any place else wealthy liberals and media celebrities hang out and don't victimize them.
But they know that they can't let it get out of hand.
You see, white people are still the smartest people around, the most skilled and creative, and the only ones with any kind of work ethic who will do a job well purely for the sake of doing it well.
White people keep the electric power grid and the internet and the water treatment plants and the air conditioning and the public transportation systems and everything else running.
White people pay the overwhelming bulk of the taxes that support all this madness.
White people produce the overwhelming bulk of what heavy manufacturers like steel and plastic are still being made in this country, and also almost all of the consumer goods that are still produced.
Not so much in the sense of turning the widgets on the production line, that's mostly done by illegal Mexicans and Asians nowadays, since niggers are mostly too stupid even for that, but in the sense of forming a kind of managerial class that keeps up some semblance of manufacturing and the production of goods and services.
Not to mention providing buzz-cut muscle men to keep the rest of us pale peasantry in line.
Those are the Pat Boonies I spoke of several weeks ago.
Basically, the evil men and women who constitute the dictatorship want us dead.
True.
That's definitely part of the agenda, but to some degree that's still an abstract goal.
Reality is a lot more nuanced than that, especially since the liberals, I'm sure, aren't ready to commit suicide themselves.
And they somehow envision their own personal survival and the survival of their own single child into the future of their brave new world.
Now, don't ask me to explain that mindset.
It involves what George Orwell called double-think.
The power structure understands enough to realize that they still need us white boys to keep the show running.
Just like the ANC government in South Africa understands that.
And it isn't a good idea to let packs of black and brown predators simply feed off us at will.
Not only is that bad economics to allow one's productive livestock to be destroyed by predation, but if there is not at least some pretense of legal protection from non-white crime, then whites might actually take their guns out of the closet and defend themselves.
And that's what mustn't happen.
Whites must never learn that it is possible to defend themselves, which is why the regime has gotten so eager to confiscate guns and why they're so upset about this Trayvon Martin thing.
Yeah, I know George Zimmerman isn't white, but from the power structure's point of view, the principle is the same.
Whites have no business out patrolling their home areas with guns trying to protect their property and their loved ones from violent niggers.
Whites have to be conditioned to depend on the police and the courts, but at the same time, they have to be kept sufficiently contented, or at least doped up in every sense of the term, so that they keep on producing.
Okay, back home and back in the day, we never had a Confederate holiday as such, although our grandparents did have a Confederate Memorial Day in April, I think.
But in my time, those of us who still remembered used to celebrate our own state's Secession Day, North Carolina.
North Carolina's Secession Day was May the 20th, 1861.
And since that day rolls around this week, I think I'll make this my official Confederate memorial podcast.
Now, for all you Confederate aficionados, I first broadcast this back in 2010.
The very essence of the Museum of the Confederacy is to be an educational institution.
We've got this fabulous collection.
If we use it properly...
People will understand more, the people of the South and the conduct of the war.
If you listen to the CD that we put together, we explained the history of the yell, the size of different units, and the sound, the rebel yell, the mystery of it, the fact that historians for decades have said the sound has been lost.
We don't know what it sounded like.
The fact that reenactors and Confederate veterans' heritage groups have been given what they thought was the Rebel Yell to determine what it really sounded like was an adventure.
And it was one of the most important sounds of the war.
Shortly after I took the job, I went down to a Civil War Preservation Trust meeting and I was riding in a bus on a battlefield tour with someone who told me about one of the original recordings of the Rebel Yell.
And I came back from that trip and went on the website and listened to it.
I said, wow, that doesn't sound like what I thought it was supposed to sound like.
And that piqued my imagination.
I guess it was an epiphany when...
We said, gee, it was not one guy doing it.
It was not one soldier by himself that was being described.
It was tens or hundreds or thousands at a time giving the yell.
And that really started us on the project of, let's give this one person multiple voices.
Enter the world of new technology, and it was not complicated technology or anything.
It was just go to a sound studio and get that one voice recorded over and over on top of itself.
We altered the treble each time.
We altered the speed, the tenor, so that it sounded like a hundred or a thousand different guys.
When that came back from the sound studio, and we put it on a CD player, what a thrill.
because it didn't sound at all like the one guy, and it sounded remarkably like the words in the letters and memoirs were describing.
Thank you.
Thank you.
You could sense the adrenaline rush that the Confederate soldiers would get when they were giving it.
You could sense that the chest would fill up and you didn't care that grape and canister was coming your way and men were falling left and right.
The flip side of that is you could sense the eeriness, the spookiness, the fear that would have gone into the Union troops.
After we listened to it and reflected on it, the one voice multiplied in the thousands.
Then came a period of distrust.
Could this person be representative of the whole Confederate Army?
At that time, we said, we need to find another recording.
Did all the normal searches on the Internet and finally saw some reference to the fact that the United Daughters of the Confederacy had a copy of a Rebel Yell given by a Confederate veteran.
And I recall vividly putting that CD on the CD player.
And I hit the play button.
*Screams*
And here that exact same sound came pouring out of the speakers, and I remember the flush of saying, we've got it.
Here are two different men, two different units, two different times, one being recorded in North Carolina, the other in California, one infantry, the other cavalry, one North Carolina, the other Virginia.
This was enough credible evidence that these two guys, doing the same sound, were representative of the Confederate Army.
And so the project really took off from there.
The question of the Rebel Yell has been revived in part, I think, by this discovery that we've made in the CD we've produced.
Clearly, there's still untold stories.
The one thing that we did not find was, what's the origin?
Where did it come from?
I think that more research could lead us to a better understanding of the origin of the rebel yell.
That would be the one piece that I would love to see clarified over the next couple of decades.
The yell was different from all the sounds ever heard.
The throats of maddened hounds, of starved hyenas and angry beasts, in deadly fight over bloody feasts, or wails of souls in purgatory.
Lost to heaven and all its glory, ne 'er cast over man such awful spells of terror, as did those rebel yells.
After 22 years of reenacting, discover something.
When we have been doing the rebel yell for all those 22 years, prior to learning the proper rebel yell, we would go on the field and we would give a yell.
And it would expel all the air out of our lungs because we yelled at the top of our voice because we wanted to make it sound as loud as humanly possible and to put fear in the people in front of us.
But what that did, it really wore us out.
Because as you're marching across the field and you yell at the top of your voice and all the air goes out your lungs, you're gasping for more air.
But when you do the rebel yell the proper way with the cadence to it, The high-pitched yelp, the low-pitched bark, and the long high-pitched yelp.
It's much like talking.
And you don't run out of air, and you don't get exhausted.
And you can do this marching across an entire field without getting exhausted.
And when the Museum of the Confederacy put together their CD, The Rebel Yell Lives, they took these two voices and they blended them together.
And they made some high-pitched, some lower-pitched.
So it sounded like a lot more men than just two men.
And they put that all together so you would hear what a regiment and a brigade and a division sounded like, and an entire army.
But what they did was true to life.
Because when you hear men do it in reality, and you hear 40 men or 400 men, it sounds exactly like what the Museum of the Confederacy put out, and I have to take my hat off to them.
They did a wonderful job.
After I heard the CD for the first time, I knew that this had to be taught to as many Confederate reenactors as possible.
I went out to my reenactment unit when we had our School of the Soldier, and I taught it to them.
And I filmed the 40 of us doing it on the field that day.
Pitched the idea then to the museum about Coming out and filming this themselves to a larger unit.
So we did it last year at Cedar Creek with 400 reenactors there.
But there's one thing throughout the years that we have been doing incorrect, and that is the Rebel Yell.
And so that is why I'm here today, to teach you the proper Rebel Yell.
It is in a cadence of three.
A high-pitched yelp, a low-pitched bark, and then a long high-pitched yelp.
It goes, HELP!
HELP!
HELP!
So, here is your chance.
Give me a high-pitched yelp.
HELP!
Now give me a low-pitched bark.
HELP!
Now give me a long high-pitched yelp.
HELP!
Of course, when we were up at Cedar Creek and I taught the 400 of them the proper way to do the rebel yell, we assembled ourselves to do a charge, a bayonet charge across the field.
Charge!
Bayonet!
What?
And I mean, it was the talk all around camp after that charge.
I mean, everybody was enthusiastic about it because for us to be able to not only know what it sounded like, to be able to recreate it ourselves, it reached something inside all of us that we were very proud to be part of bringing this history back to life.
Then arose that do-or-die expression, that maniacal maelstrom of sound, that penetrating, rasping, shrieking, blood-curdling noise that could be heard for miles on earth and whose volume reached the heavens.
Such an expression as never yet came from the throats of sane men, but from men whom the seething blast of an imaginary hell would not check while the sound lasted.
This is from the White Mansions album.
Rednick's a man's best friend.
Recently, we went through the month of April, and because of that, I've been rather nostalgic lately about the Reich, and I've been reading a couple of books on the history of the 30s and 40s.
And I recently came across this book that deals with the adoption aspect of the Lebensborn program.
And this is something that went on from 1939 and on into the early 40s when there were children from Eastern Europe that were selected for Germanization.
And so it happens in this fictional story, but it's based on a true story.
There's this young woman by the name of Mylata, and she's 11 and she lives in Czechoslovakia.
And one day the Germans end up taking over her town.
They take all the residents into a gymnasium, and then they sort through the various children and put them through a racial screening process.
And those who were selected were taken into the Lebensborn program, and they were put into a German language immersion program as well as an academic program.
And then when they get through that program, We'd be adopted into German families.
And so in this story, my Linda, who was renamed Ava in the program, is adopted into a very prominent and very rich family.
And she's actually very fortunate because she comes through the war really having all her needs met, and she gets to learn about National Socialist ideology.
She gets to go to school, and she's really very well cared for.
Of course, in this story, because it is an allied book, she's really very unhappy and very ungrateful, and she doesn't connect with the ideology at all.
However, she has a friend by the name of Rooza, who is then named Francisca in the Layman's Born program, who actually does very well and becomes very much assimilated.
Well, actually, they're not friends.
They don't get along terribly well, but they are from the same village.
And at one point, after they've both been adopted, Franziska actually writes to Ava, and Ava tears up the letter because she really doesn't like Franziska's attitude.
Franziska has taken the opportunity, and she's become very assimilated and really wants to build this new Germany and ultimately this Europe.
And so she really takes to the message, whereas Ava does not in the story.
But the really fascinating thing about the story is it's the only one that I've ever come across that really deals with the adopted aspect of Lebensborn and deals with Eastern European children.
And, of course, it's bittersweet for these children because they miss their families.
But it's a story about how the various children at the center adjust, or in some cases fail to adjust, to Germanization and to a totally new ideology and culture that they're being offered.
And so while I would warn you that this book is, as I said before, it's an allied book, and so it could very well have a negative impact on morale, I just think it would be a very exciting thing in some respects for a child to be offered a chance to be one of these elites in this new society that was being built.
So for that reason, I decided to read the book.
I found that aspect of it enjoyable, although I could see where it would be a conflict for someone also to suddenly have to adjust to something like this.
So I hope you enjoyed this review, and I thank you very much for listening.
Thank you.
In June of 2010, North Idaho attorney Edgar J. Steele was arrested by the FBI on false charges of allegedly hiring a hitman to murder his wife and mother-in-law.
The alleged assassin was a man named Larry Fairfax, an FBI informer who was inserted into Steele's home posing as a handyman in order to spy on the Steele family until he saw the opportunity to help the Bureau destroy an outspoken critic of the regime.
While he was working there, Fairfax proceeded to help himself to large stashes of silver coins and bullion that the Steels were keeping on their property in anticipation of a Federal Reserve currency crash brought on by Barack Obama's incompetence.
The final whereabouts of that silver seems to be something of a mystery.
Apparently, the FBI allowed Fairfax to keep at least some of it as a kind of bonus or reparations for the annoyance and inconvenience of having to spend 16 months in a minimum security prison in the service of the Bureau.
The basis of Edgar Steele's conviction were audio files fabricated by FBI technicians, supposedly discussions between himself and Fairfax about murder for hire.
These conversations appear even to a layman who first hears them to sound strained, stilted, unnatural, and obviously doctored at key points and phrases.
The Steele tapes were not only forgeries, apparently they weren't even very good ones.
At Steele's trial, two international audio engineering experts, who were prepared to state categorically for the record that the tapes were fraudulent, were barred from testifying by a corrupt judge.
The jury was never allowed to hear evidence which clearly proved Edgar Steele's innocence.
The situation wasn't helped by the fact that Steele's first attorney, a public defender named Roger Piven, was a raging alcoholic who at the time was being sued by three members of his own legal staff for various acts of drunken misconduct.
Steele's second defense attorney, a man named Robert McAllister, on whom he and his wife Cindy expended most of their life's savings, turned out to be facing disbarment for embezzling his client's money and was in fact disbarred only weeks after Steele's conviction.
Many suspect that this second attorney may have struck a deal with the government to keep himself out of prison by deliberately taking a dive in the courtroom and bungling Steele's defense.
If so, it didn't work.
In September of 2012, the 62-year-old McAllister was sentenced to six years for fraud.
So there's some comfort in hoping that the bent brief may die in the same prison cell as the client he betrayed.
Interestingly enough, McAllister himself was a former United States attorney and prosecutor, which gives you some idea of the typical moral character of the people in the federal judiciary.
For whatever reason, McAllister's performance in the courtroom was lackluster, to say the least.
And he refused to put his client on the witness stand, which always looks very bad to a jury.
Needless to say, the attorney's own perilous legal situation was never explained to either Ed or Cindy Steele while the trial was going on.
As icing on the cake, I have spoken to persons present in the courtroom during the trial who told me that Ed Steele quote-unquote looked like a zombie, confused and disoriented, and he seemed completely incoherent and disconnected from what was going on around him.
The consensus of opinion was that Steele was drugged on orders from someone in the federal government to make sure that he was incapable of assisting in his own defense or even understanding what was happening to him.
No one knows for sure why the federal government of the United States did this horrible thing to Edgar Steele.
He must have pissed somebody off really bad, although I don't see how.
Ed had announced plans to run for governor of Idaho, but he subsequently withdrew from the Idaho governor's race due to ill health.
I have this horrible suspicion that the whole ghastly business may simply have been some kind of grotesque experiment on the part of the FBI simply to see how far they could go and how much they could get away with into arresting and destroying critics of the dictatorship.
Edgar Steele is being held in the Victorville facility, which is well known throughout the federal system as a kind of toilet where human beings are flushed away.
Among other things, the water supply in the prison is known to be contaminated with carcinogens and toxic waste.
Which facilitates the decline in health of those federal prisoners whom the government wishes to hear no more of.
Victorville is notorious as an end-of-the-line destination.
Once the gates clang shut there, no one leaves except in a body bag.
Edgar Steele has been sent there to die.
No one has, in fact, heard personally from Edgar Steele in almost a year now.
His mail has simply been disappearing without response.
There has been a small amount of information circulated within the white nationalist community to the effect that Edgar is still alive but is being held in communicado.
I have reason to believe that there is more going on than what we're being told, but we won't get into that now.
The fact is that the prison authorities are completely lacking in credibility, and there's no way to tell what's happened to Ed.
He may be in solitary, he may be in the infirmary, he may have been secretly moved to another prison, or he may be dead from his heart condition or because the dictatorship simply murdered him in his cell one night.
We have no way of knowing.
There are other things going on that it would be inadvisable for me to comment on except to say that it is a matter of great urgency that somehow someone in the outside world needs to re-establish contact with Edgar Steele.
Although how this is to be done, I have no idea.
I'm going to play for you now the first part of a podcast that Edgar Steele made on March the 18th, 2010.
A little under three months before the dictator's servants came in the dawn to end his life.
They always seem to come at sunrise, by the way.
I think someone told them that coming in the night was bad optics.
It's truly creepy to think that while Edgar was sitting there in his study making this recording, the FBI informer Larry Fairfax was slinking around outside the house.
Looking for Ed and Cindy Steele's silver stash and maybe fiddling with the mini-recorder taped beneath his shirt that the Bureau had given him, waiting for a chance to engage Ed in conversation and give the Bureau's techies raw material for their fabrication.
You will note during this segment how Mr. Steele comes out with the old no-violence-just-yet thing and tells people how if you just live your life openly and you don't break the law, you'll be okay.
Well, we all know now how well that worked out for Ed.
I still have no idea why the dictatorship decided to do what they did to Edgar Steele and not to me yet.
Why Johnny Logan Spencer is in prison for a single poem, but I've gotten away with five novels.
Why they choose to destroy some dissidents and ignore others.
In a way, that's the scariest way to roll of all, when everything seemingly is completely arbitrary.
When you never know what the rules are or where the lines are.
Maybe they're doing that deliberately as another form of institutional terrorism.
Who the hell knows what goes on in the worm-eaten minds of the people who rule us?
My name is Edgar J. Steele.
Today's Nickel Rant is entitled, The Second Annual State of the Revolution, A Report to the American People.
Okay, so President Obama didn't give a State of the Union address this year.
That doesn't mean I can't respond anyway with the second annual edition of my take on the state of the revolution, though this year's report contains tons of new information.
I will, however, repeat certain salient portions of last year's report.
First, let me assure you that I am not advocating revolution.
In fact, I'm a strong anti-violence advocate.
However, that doesn't mean I can't urge you to shoot back when the time comes.
I think a true violent revolution in America now is inevitable.
The dominoes already are falling and the inexorable result lies directly ahead.
Briefly, here is how I see things playing out.
First, the economics disaster now underway will lead to the cutoff of benefits to America's now permanent underclass, primarily blacks and Hispanics, which has been conditioned and bred to expect full support as a right.
The Entitlement Mentality.
With the cutoff of their rightful due, they will do what they always do: riot and increase their attacks on those whom they view as their oppressors.
White people, in other words.
Second, nationwide rioting will culminate in an open race war in the cities of America, which already has been waged for years but covered up by the controlled media.
Like the South Central riots in L.A. a few years ago, the media will be unable to cover up the coming unpleasantries, which will take place throughout America simultaneously.
Third, as white people form up into roving bands of vigilantes and deliver street justice, just as was done in New Orleans directly following Hurricane Katrina.
You didn't hear about that, did you?
The government will respond, just as it did, following Katrina.
What did you suppose that door-to-door gun confiscation in New Orleans was all about, anyway?
With the shooting of people in the streets of America by government troops and agents.
This time, however, it will be too widespread to be covered up and kept from the general public.
Fourth, just as the Boston Massacre and the Battle at the Lexington Concord Bridge, or the shot heard round the world, served to spark the first American Revolution against a tyrannical and oppressive British occupying government, so will the shooting of citizens of every color in the streets by a tyrannical and oppressive American central government lead to the second American Revolution.
Third, actually, if you count the War of Northern Aggression from the 1860s that successfully put down the South's try for independence from Northern tyranny, that is when I will advocate shooting back, as if such then will be necessary.
And then finally, I expect government agents of every stripe to be cut down, right and left, throughout America by those who already are too disaffected to be pulled back when the time comes.
Chuck Norris's thousands of right-wing selves will heave into action, demonstrating the profound wisdom of Lewis Beam's foretelling of leaderless resistance.
Or I would advocate shooting back, that is, if I could.
By that time, I expect that all who speak out as do I will have been rounded up and sent to the camps already constructed.
By Halliburton, under the pretense of maintaining order under the inevitable decree of martial law.
If it weren't already too late for me, I would shut up and keep a low profile, which is exactly what I advocate that you do if you have not already earned a camp ticket.
In for a penny, in for a pound.
When the smoke clears, I expect the American government to have been toppled and America to have been balkanized along racial lines by the racial civil war that will rage in the midst of the second American Revolution.
I expect World War III to flare up during this crisis with a strong possibility of a heavy nuclear exchange, started by Israel's nuking of Iran, if World War III has not already begun, that is.
Now here is the executive summary for those who simply must get back to Jeopardy after the break.
Basically, we're screwed, and we're simply waiting for them to start shooting us so that we can shoot back.
The morons who seized control of America after killing JFK have botched everything so badly that there is no way back not involving extensive pain and deprivation at a minimum.
And they certainly will not cede the power they have stolen from us peacefully.
More likely, bloodshed and death far in excess of that scene during America's first civil war.
Per capita.
Why should we suffer for their mistakes and intentional misconduct?
Because we let them get away with it.
That's why.
In recent years, we pulled the levers for Bush I, then Clinton, then, incredibly enough, Bush II, and now Obama.
Calling each the lesser of evils, though we always have had men like Ron Paul available to us, men whom we have dismissed as having no serious chance at becoming president, else we watched while they pulled the levers for us and pretended not to notice the obvious vote fraud.
Same result exactly, in any event.
President Obama's popularity is dropping like a rock and already is below George W. Bush's rating at this stage of his presidency.
The honeymoon is over, and people are beginning to wake up to the dawning horror of just what crept into our bed during the night.
I already have predicted that Obama will be unpopular by the end of this year, and outright hated by the midpoint of his presidency.
Though he has announced an intent to close it, the Guantanamo Bay Prison Camp, or Gitmo, still is open for business.
Of course, during his campaign, Obama promised to get us out of Iraq, too, don't forget.
We still are in Iraq, full force, with only a troop reduction to the 60,000 level, I might add, now promised.
And still 18 months off in the future.
This withdrawal come reduction is irrelevant in the face of Obama's announced intention to step up our presence in Afghanistan well beyond.
The now promised Iraqi troop reduction.
Besides, now Obama is bombing the hell out of northern Pakistan in a clear widening of the Middle Eastern American war crimes in progress.
State National Guard units co-opted by Bush and sent to Iraq to die are not being recalled by Obama, of course, leaving state and local jurisdictions overly vulnerable to the effects of the coming unpleasantries.
Can World War III be far behind, you should ask?
We are just a single Israeli airstrike upon Tehran away from being drawn into what well could result in a global thermonuclear holocaust.
Little wonder that the Obama administration continues to tout the idea of compulsory national service for all young people in America.
Obama is continuing the Bush campaign to make Congress altogether irrelevant with his use of unchallenged executive orders, as demonstrated by his attacking northern Pakistan and ramping up our efforts in Afghanistan.
Wars are started and treaties are negotiated without congressional oversight, just as Bush did with the current Iraqi war and concomitant Iraqi long-term protection treaty.
Let's talk about civil liberties for a moment.
Though every year since JFK's assassination has chronicled an erosion of personal and civil liberties throughout America, George W. Bush's will go down in history for establishing incredible new lows in tyranny and oppression.
Obama will be no different from his immediate predecessor.
Mark my words.
As George Orwell sagely observed in his classic animal farm, some are more equal than others.
And that certainly is the expectation now heightened on the part of blacks and Hispanics throughout America, already standing above others on the supremely unfair ladder of affirmative action.
Equal opportunity indeed.
More like equal outcome was the intent based upon results.
Certainly unequal expectations.
This is creating a seething cauldron of racial discontent throughout America that the coming hard times will ignite into a full-on racial civil war, mark my words well.
Not only has the right to demand a court hearing when taken into custody disappeared, overruling the centuries-old habeas corpus doctrine, but even the right simply to petition the government has been eliminated from the Constitution.
Warrantless searches, both physical and informational, are the order of the day.
Not that it matters anymore.
With the judges firmly in the pocket of the executive branch, strip searches of citizens taken into custody for misdemeanors or less are becoming common.
After the upcoming break, we'll discuss the now-in-progress police state in America.
The song Dixie is generally recognized as the anthem of the Confederate cause, although it was never officially adopted by the Confederate government.
But the words you usually hear to the effect of, I wish I was in the land of cotton, old times they are not forgotten, so forth and so on, are not completely historically accurate.
Those were the lyrics of the original minstrel show song, true, but there was another set of political and Southern nationalist lyrics written in 1861 by General Albert Pike of Arkansas.
Needless to say, no one remembers those words to the song because the media have not allowed us to remember them.
This is a version of the proper song, Dixie, which I've had kicking around on my hard drive for some time, and like so many songs on my computer, I don't seem to have made any note as to who sings this, for which I apologize.
One more comment.
In his version of Dixie, General Pike uses the word southron for southerner.
Which is contemporary, true, but it's a little Victorian buzzword that just somehow never quite caught on, and I can see why.
I've never liked it, and I've never used it.
It sounds hokey, it sounds made up and fake, which it is, and what's worse, it sounds cutesy and quaint.
And whatever we do, we must never, ever sound or come across as quaint.
It's one of the worst forms of ridicule we could ever be subjected to.
I had something in the same problem with Freedom Sons when I had to figure out what to call the people of our Northwest Republic.
Northwesters was obvious, but a little mild for my taste, so I eventually settled on Northmen.
This is one of the reasons that, as a people, we need to start swinging baseball bats and pulling triggers again like we used to.
Whatever else a cracked skull and brains on the asphalt may be, they are not cutesy and they're not quaint.
But General Pike did use the word Southern, so when you hear it in the song, that's what it is.
Thank you.
Thank you.
diaphrodixy.
Two arms, two arms, and conquer Two arms, two arms, and conquer.
Peace for Dixie.
Oh, hear the northern thunders mutter.
Northern flags and south winds flutter.
Two arms, two arms, two arms, and Dixie.
Send them back your fierce defiance.
Stamp upon the cursed alliance.
Two arms, two arms, two arms, and Dixie.
Advance the flag of Dixie.
Roar, roar Peace for Dixie.
Fear no danger, shun no labor.
Lift up wrath or pack and savor two arms, two arms, two arms and Dixie.
Shoulder press and post a shoulder.
Let the odds make each heart bolder.
Two arms, two arms, two arms and Dixie.
Advance the flag of Dixie.
Hoorah, hoorah.
For Dixie's land we take our stand and live or die for Dixie.
To arms, to arms, and conquer peace for Dixie.
to arms, to arms, and conquer peace for Dixie.
I wish I was in Dixie.
Hoorah, hoorah!
For Dixie's land we'd take our stand to live or die.
Dixie, away, away, away down south in Dixie.
Way, oh way, oh way down south in Dixie Way, oh
way, oh way, oh way What is the balloon and when does it go up?
The balloon is hyperinflation which will occur with the collapse of the dollar.
Currently the dollar is what the oil producing countries are accepting for payment for their oil.
If and when an oil producing country refuses to accept dollars in exchange for their oil, they will suffer the same end as Iraq or Libya, two countries that have proposed to abandon accepting dollars for payment.
So that America has to install puppet governments in all Arab countries to make sure that the dollar does not collapse.
However, the substitute Islamic puppets that have been installed by America cannot be trusted.
They are, after all, Muslims, and Muslims are permitted to lie when dealing with infidels.
It is just foolishness to believe that the Arab Spring is going to lead to another puppet government.
Now, as everyone knows, the Federal Reserve is a private bank.
And all members of Congress and the President have violated their oath to uphold the Constitution, which clearly states that only Congress should have control over the printing of our money.
Of course, we the people have never made a citizen's arrest of the members of Congress and prosecuting them for committing treason against the Constitution.
Now back in Germany, when the balloon went up, the Weimar Republic suffered hyperinflation.
The National Socialist Party had only about 1% support from the Germans.
It was ten years later when they came to power.
So when is the balloon going to go up?
Well, according to the editor of the Trends magazine, Salenti, it might be going up this summer.
The collapse of the dollar is not something that the Federal Reserve has any control over, or the President.
The collapse is a decision that will be made by the oil-producing countries, so as soon as the Arabs have decided that Gaddafi and Saddam Hussein were right, and that America can be brought to its knees by refusing dollars for their oil, They will refuse to accept dollars for their oil.
The dollar is only a piece of paper, and has value only if it is accepted for payment.
Imagine if you enter the supermarket, and they would not accept payment in dollars, and they ask for gold instead.
Now this message is aimed mainly and primarily towards their English listeners.
In the north of England, six Islamists try to blow up and murder members of the English Defence League.
Now, years ago, there was a plot by the Catholics to blow up the Houses of Parliament, known as the Gunpowder Plot, and each year the English celebrate Guy Fawkes Night on November 5th.
We need to use the foiled and failed bombing plot by the Islamists to expel all Muslims from the shores of England.
If we can expel all Islamists for this bombing attempt, it will give us the momentum to reverse the immigrant invasion.
The weakest link in the communist plot in England is the aristocracy.
The last thing the Queen and the aristocracy want is to be on the wrong side of a campaign calling them traitors.
First we write letters demanding the expulsion of all Muslims, on the ground that they are traitors to the English crown, and that they will murder the Queen if given the opportunity, that they will murder every Englishman if given the opportunity, and they will abolish religious freedom and exterminate all Protestants and Catholics.
The Frankfurter School of Communism is behind the immigration plot.
The Frankfurter School of Communism is a Jewish plot, and the Jews have murdered the Tsar, and they seek the murder of the Queen.
Also, we need to remind MI5 and MI6 that Kim Philby was a KGB mole.
He was a Jew who betrayed British and NATO secrets to Moscow during the Cold War.
Back in 1290, all Jews were expelled from England by the King.
The expulsion of all members of a religious group has been done before, and can be done again.
We will give the Queen a month or two to demand the expulsion of all Muslims on the BBC.
If she does that, then the campaign of calling people traitors will be shifted to the political parties.
Support for Islam is treason against Christianity, treason against England, treason against the Queen, and treason against freedom.
The Quran says, kill the infidels wherever you find them.
The flag of Indian is the uniform of the Crusaders.
The last civil war in England was over religious freedom.
If Parliament supports Islam, then this means another civil war.
In a civil war, the army is divided.
It was divided during the last English Civil War, but the loser will be the traitors to England, and us Americans will not hesitate to support the freedom fighters.
Music by Ben Thede
Okay, I was going to try and get back into the conspiratorial method this week, but the fact is that out here in the real world, we're now starting to move forward a little in the application of that method, and some things are finally starting to happen.
A lot more than I've mentioned in public are on the internet, and these things are so encouraging that I don't think I need to risk discussing them in public, given all the unpleasant neighbors we have listening over the back fence.
So, I'm going to alter my approach here a bit, and assume that...
Someday, many, if not all of you guys, are going to be doing my job or something like it, organizing your own Northwest Front units here in their homeland.
So let's just call this an organizing tip.
And there's something I want to warn you about, which may well happen to you if ever you become publicly known as a Northwest Front or any other kind of white nationalist spokesman or public personality.
And that is a reminder that the media are never your friends.
Okay, I yell and holler about how we need to get mainstream media coverage for our cause and for the Northwest ideal, and we do, but I need to qualify that by stating that the coverage we need to get should be on our terms, and we need to have creative control over that coverage as much as possible, which admittedly might not be very far, but still, to use liberal terms, we need to control the narrative as much as we possibly can.
Okay, now since they have total control over what the audience sees in the final cut, that's not easy to do.
The only thing we can do is to very carefully control what information they have about us and what they record, and to make sure that we give them as little as possible that is of a potentially negative nature that they can whip up into a hatchet job.
I am the presence of a journalist of any kind, especially in the presence of a camera or other recording device.
You must always remember that you are on stage and speaking and acting for the record, that you will not be allowed any retakes or do-overs, and a mistake made in front of a camera lens or a microphone is a mistake that will haunt you forever.
Anything they can twist into a smear of you and against the white racial cause, they will twist into a smear.
Now let me give you an example.
In the past year, at the same time I've been bitching and moaning on here about the media blackout that keeps our people from knowing we're here, I have in fact been approached no less than three times by major media organs who want to do stories on us, twice by the BBC in London who appear to be particularly eager to send a camera crew all the way to the Pacific Northwest, and once by National Geographic of all people.
I've turned them down on all three occasions.
This is because it very quickly became clear that they didn't want to do an actual news story or documentary on the Northwest Imperative, or in any way have what liberals like to call an honest dialogue on race.
Now, there is a saying that great minds talk about ideas, average minds talk about events, and little minds talk about people.
Under that rating system, there are a lot of little minds in Western society, which is why sleazy reality TV shows have such a huge audience.
And that's what these TV production crews were after.
They wanted to smear and insult and belittle our people and, through them, belittle our ideas.
What they wanted was to turn us into a silly reality TV program that would mock us and humiliate us.
They did not want to interview me or hear anything at all about the Northwest Front or my novels or anything of that nature.
They just wanted me to introduce them to ordinary white people that they could bait and make fun of and humiliate.
I know that sounds self-centered on my part, but the fact is that one of the things you guys pay me the big bucks for is specifically to act as a public spokesman for the Northwest Imperative and present our viewpoint to the public, if ever given the opportunity.
And these so-called documentary crews pointedly rejected that idea.
This wasn't about the NF.
It was about trashing the hated white people and conservatives and opponents of Obama.
What they wanted me to do was to introduce them to our individual members.
Yes, I know we don't have members, so call them associates, comrades, whatever.
Anyway, these film crews wanted me to rat out our supporters, especially in Montana, and persuade them to open their homes to enemies who wish to do them harm.
These people seriously expected these comrades to allow camera crews into their homes to follow them around for a few days, like nature show hosts filming Wildebeest at a watering hole.
They weren't after news or human interest.
They wanted reality TV, which is the sleaziest form of entertainment on the tube.
I don't watch reality TV, but I understand that following Jersey Shore, the latest trend in these shows is selecting groups of mostly white people in the mountains of West Virginia and the swamps of Louisiana, something along the lines of, see the funny white trash?
Aren't they cute and quaint?
Aren't we liberals just so much better than them?
Now, what the media people wanted to do was follow our people around long enough so that by pretending to be their friends, they could get our folk to let their guard down and do and say things which these left-wing liberal media pigs would then edit into sound bites or just plain hoax footage in order to make us look bad, look foolish, look violent and criminal, so forth and so on.
Now, you would think the intention here would be obvious to anybody that they approached.
Unfortunately, it isn't.
We live in a media-driven culture, and there are people among our own community, like all over the rest of America, who will do anything to be on TV.
Because in our world today, if you're not on TV, you're not real.
Hell, why do you think YouTube is so popular?
For some reason, these so-called documentary makers over the past year seem to be really concerned about the Flathead Valley area in Montana around Kalispell.
I think because that big conservative televangelist type Chuck Baldwin has moved his headquarters out there, and they're trying to smear him by associating him with us wicked and evil racists.
My guess is he's the real target, not us.
I assume it's part of the effort that the media have been making ever since the dictator's first immaculation to discredit any and all white, conservative, or right-wing opposition, as they've been using the IRS to do, so forth and so on.
It could be that now Pastor Butler's gone, they've decided to make Montana the next Idaho, so to speak.
Now, in the back-and-forth that I've had with the latest producer from National Geographic, she tells me that so far she has only found one person in the Kalispell area who is willing to be interviewed and talk to her camera crew.
And no, it's not April Gaty.
I won't say who it is lest I be accused of fighting a feud and sinning against this non-existent white unity we're supposed to have hidden under the bed somewhere.
I will say that the National Geographic crew don't seem too happy with him because it's pretty obvious that, uh, how can I put this?
This Montana comrade is a true Nietzschean man in that he has overthrown the tyranny of intellect.
That's probably why the producer lady keeps pestering me about it.
If all they've got is just this one obviously unrepresentative idiot, then they're not going to be able to do much of a smear job on either us or Chuck Baldwin, so maybe if no one else responds, the whole project will have to be mothballed.
I just thought I'd better mention this in case anybody else out there is approached and might be tempted to cooperate out of a desire to see yourselves on television.
If you do, believe me, you won't like what you see.
Over time, with experience, you will learn to tell the difference between legitimate journalists, on one hand, who are tracking a specific story, something you've become involved in, and who legitimately need quotes or input from you, no matter how bad the final published results are.
And, on the other hand, there's these pure bottom-feeders who are simply looking to churn out propaganda for the dictatorship, motivated purely by hate.
But I did want to let everybody know that these camera crews are sleazing around the Northwest, at least by phone and by email, and they're looking for people who will play ball with them and play racists on TV and help them piss on the cause.
I recommend that all of you pass on this.
A 20-second soundbite isn't worth a lifetime of shame.
Okay, on several occasions in the past, I've played Irish rebel songs by a young Irishman named Derek Warfield and his group, The Young Wolf Tones.
The one I played most recently was Come Out You Black and Tants, which you may recall from the Rodney Martin Show podcast two weeks ago.
But I think I've also played Derek's version of The Boys of Kill Michael and the Third West Court Brigade.
Well, it seems that Derek Warfield and the lads like all kinds of rebel songs, including our kind.
This is the first Confederate anthem and, in fact, might even have gained more official recognition at the time than Dixie did.
It's called the Bonnie Blue Flag.
We are a band of brothers and native to the soil And fighting for a property we gain by honest trial And when the ranks were threatened the cry rose near and far To hoist on high the bunny blue flag that bears a single star.
Hurrah!
Hurrah!
For Sutherland rights, hurrah!
Hurrah!
For the bunny blue flag that bears a single star.
Hurrah!
Hurrah!
For the bunny blue flag that bears a single star.
As long as the Union was faithful to our trust Like friends and like brothers we were kind and we were just But now another century, it heads our rights for mar We'll hush down high the funny blue flag that bears a single star Hurrah, hurrah, for Southeron rights, hurrah Hurrah for the funny blue flag that bears a single star
Hurrah, hurrah, for Southeron rights, hurrah Hurrah for the funny blue flag that bears a single star Hurrah for the funny blue flag that bears a single star
And then came Alabama, who took her by the hand.
Next came Mississippi, Georgia and Florida.
All raised on high, the bunny blue flag that bears a single star.
Hurrah!
Hurrah!
For Southern rights, hurrah!
Hurrah!
For the bunny blue flag that bears a single star.
Hurrah!
Hurrah!
For Southern rights, hurrah!
Hurrah for the bunny blue flag that bears a single star!
Ye men of valour gather round the banner of the right.
Brave Texas and Louisiana will join us in the fight.
And Davis Earl, a president, and Stephen Statesman rare.
Now rally round the bunny blue flag that bears a single star.
Now here's to old Virginia, the old Dominion state, who with the young Confederacy at length has linked her fate.
Impelved by her example, now for the states prepare To hoist and hide a bunny blue flag that bears a single star Music
Then here's to our confederacy, strong and we are brave Like patriots of old we fight We want our heritage to save.
Then rather than submit to shame, to die we would prefer.
So cheer for the bunny blue flag that bears a single star.
We're fighting for our mothers, our sisters and our wives.
For these and our tongues, these rights we'd sacrifice our lives.
Hurrah!
Hurrah!
For Southeran rights!
Hurrah!
Hurrah!
For the bunny blue flag that bears a single star.
Then cheer, boys cheer, and raise the joyous shout, For Arkansas and Carolina now have both gone out.
Then let another rousing cheer for Tennessee be given, The single star of a bloody blue flag is growing to eleven.
Hoorah!
For Southern rights, hurrah, hurrah For the bunny blue flag that bears a single star For Southern rights, hurrah, hurrah Thank you.
Okay, we're running long, and I still have a sort of final soliloquy I want to lay on you, so I'll tell you what.
Suppose we just take the sign-off and the website and the post office box and the Sasha Underbond as read this week.
I'm sure that you all know the website and the post office box by now.
I just want to remark that in the past, on more than one occasion, I've been heckled to varying degrees about my respect and nostalgia for my own Confederate ancestors and for the Germans and the Third Reich by people, usually Jews and Reds, but sometimes their own people, who state, accurately enough, that both the Confederacy and the Third Reich lost.
Well, so they did.
And the fact that they lost is a tragedy of history that has almost destroyed human civilization.
Because once the white man departs from the scene, human civilization is pretty much gone as well.
The Chinese might be able to keep up a cheap imitation for a while, but not forever.
There is a very specific reason that the South lost the Civil War and the Germans lost World Wars I and II, and it has nothing to do with the alleged wickedness of their cause or the fantasized justice of the Union.
They lost because they were all fighting the same enemy.
And I don't mean the Jews, although, of course, there was that as well.
The Confederacy, the German Empire, and the Third Reich were fighting against the economy and the industrial muscle of an unfettered capitalist United States of America, an all-white United States of America at the top of its game, each for their own era.
I have heard it said that the Germans didn't lose World War II at Stalingrad or Anzio or the Battle of the Bulge.
They lost the war on the assembly lines of Detroit, and there's a lot of truth in that.
Now, by every yardstick of human considerations, the South should have won the war.
Her cause was just, her generals and her soldiers were superior, and they were physically defending their very homes and families from an invader.
But the North could make uniforms and boots and weapons for troops, build the railroads and the steam engines to transport those troops, pay for and import the food and the natural resources and manufactured goods that they needed from Europe.
The South could not, and above all, she never managed to create a navy strong enough to break the Union blockade so she could trade her cotton for the goods and materials she needed.
If Germany lost the Second World War on the factory lines of Detroit, the Confederacy lost their war on the seas.
But remember this, all you comrades out there, and all you enemies too.
Now, we've been speaking about noble causes who lost to the United States of America at the top of their game as a vibrant capitalist manufacturing economy and an all-white nation at the time.
The factories and the jobs are gone now.
Over half the population lives off food stamps and EBT cards and contributes nothing to the general welfare.
And Barack Obama damn sure ain't no Abraham Lincoln.
It's time for a rematch.
I'm going to close with something I've never done before.
I'm going to read a poem.
It's called To the Confederate Dead.
In a small park in Charleston, South Carolina, there stands a monument to Major Henry Timrod, a war veteran who is sometimes called the Poet Laureate of the Confederacy.
These words are engraved on that memorial.
Sleep sweetly in your humble grave.
Sleep, martyrs of a fallen cause, though yet no marble column crave the pilgrim here to pause.
In seeds of laurel in the earth the blossom of your fame is blown, and somewhere, waiting for its birth, the shaft is in the stone.
Stoop, angels, hither from the skies.
There is no holier spot of ground than where defeated valor lies.
By morning beauty crowned.
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