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Nov. 7, 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, your vocal, hush and listen, and his cheeks were all aglow.
I bear orders from the captain, get you ready quick and soon, for the pikes will ski 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 word more for signal, token, whistle up and marching tune For your pike upon your shoulder by the rising of the moon By the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon With your pike upon your shoulder by the rising of the moon
Many a manly chest was throbbing for the blessed warning light.
Warmers passed along the valleys like the man she's lonely croon.
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 November the 7th, 2013.
I'm Harold Covington, and this is Radio Free Northwest.
Okay, for variety's sake, I'm going to let a couple of other people kick the show off this week.
I wasn't able to get around to Gretchen last week due to time and space considerations, and no, that has nothing to do with Cthulhu.
So, this week I'll let her open.
*music*
Good evening, comrades.
Recently I was on Amazon, and I made a somewhat impulsive purchase.
I decided to purchase a book called Generation Identity, and this is by Marcus Willinger.
He was born in Austria, and as of the publication of this book, he was studying at the University of Stuttgart.
And he's become a spokesman for the French Identitarian Movement.
Now, this is an identity movement in France that is different from identity movements that we might think of here in the States, because often in the States we think about Christian identity, but this is a secular movement.
This is a group of European youths that had become very disillusioned with conventional politics and very angry with the 68 generation.
And this was obviously a generation that came of age in the late 60s, and they were ultra-liberal.
So these are youths that are in rebellion against their parents' sort of globalist, anti-nationalistic ideology.
They're against globalism, and they don't want to impose their ideas on any other cultures, so it's much in the same vein as the book Nova Europa that I was talking about back in the spring.
They really want to hold a referendum on immigration, and they believe that most Europeans will vote against massive immigration.
They talk about how the 68ers were really responding against a nationalist ideology, reacting to the Second World War.
But they don't want to construct any ideologies simply against something.
They want to actually be for self-defense, for the self-defense of Europe.
They also want...
Europe to be able to defend itself because they talk about how Europe got involved in NATO.
In some ways, this was helpful for Europe because after World War II, Europe was not able to defend itself and so NATO stepped in and unfortunately, the Western European nations really had no choice but to become The prostitutes of the West,
but these young Europeans see a day that will come after NATO, and they want Europe to have its own military for defense purposes.
Now, they're against globalism.
They don't want to impose their will on anyone else.
They talk about other continents, and they essentially say that they want the Muslims to go back to their own lands.
They say that Muslims can have Sharia law if they want, or they can decide they want to be more moderate.
They say it's not up to them to decide what Muslims should do.
They also say to the Chinese and other Asians, have whatever political system you want.
If the Chinese want communism, The Africans can figure out whatever they want on their continent.
They don't want to tell anyone how to live their lives, but they care about the defense of their own countries.
They're not concerned about being called racist.
They're not going to worry about that.
But they realize that, for example, every new year, other countries have a reason to celebrate a new year because they have high birth rates and because they really have a future ahead of them.
But really, right now, Europe does not have a reason to celebrate a new year unless they make a reason.
Or they give it a new reason.
They talk about how European societies value freedom, but they say that the idea of freedom has been distorted and that their politics are going to be driven by reality.
This essay talks about how a lot of young people feel a need to escape.
They escape into often things like video games or possibly intoxicants, and they say they understand that need for escape, but this kind of escape is not the only way to have victory.
They say that young people can join them and that they are hopeful that their ideas are going to become the norm because everyone has They have a desire for an identity.
They also have seen how art has really gone downhill, and they again want to see beauty in art.
And they also want to be free of capitalism, and they're hoping that a golden age will come forth.
Now they say that Europeans have really two choices.
Basically, they could decide to just let Europe die, and they could go into villages, go into the countryside, and live out the remainder of their lives peacefully.
Or they could fight and become heroes of future history.
They say there's pros and cons to both these choices, and you have to make a choice carefully.
But they say really you're not going to be happy unless you help to save your country.
They say that it's difficult because the 68ers, as they put it, still have the media.
That's the term for the generation that came of age in the late 60s.
And they see this fight of ideas of mainly attitude and propaganda.
So they seem to be a group that is advocating more an intellectual.
I always enjoy books by this publisher, these Arctos books, and I'd really like to do more of them, but it's a matter oftentimes of budget.
I have to be very careful with money.
I end up reviewing a lot of library books, which of course are not as current as this.
This is a very pertinent book, even though there might be things in it that you might disagree with a little, but all in all, if somebody like this, if he were to come to the States, he could be a national organizer, because, you know, all in all, this book is very sound.
But of course, it's a book more about the situation in Europe than here.
So there may be some differences in terms of how it applies and in terms of emphasis, but I would really call it very worthwhile.
I enjoyed reading it because I would say it's very pertinent.
So thank you for listening.
Thank you.
I get a lot of requests that we let you folks hear from new migrants to the Northwest, and yes, we are getting some, although nowhere near as many as we should be.
Although a lot of new people do want to share their experiences, I'm often a little bit leery of letting them expose themselves so soon when they're still getting settled in, and I always warn them not to include any personal information that might identify them, but still, we get some takers anyway.
This is a comrade who arrived here about three months ago.
Hello, friends.
My name is AJ.
As a recent migrant to the Northwest, I have considered for some time about how to tell my story of coming home and how to introduce myself without totally exposing my personal life.
I'm originally from western New York, not the city.
Due to circumstances of the lousy economy of the Rust Belt and a white hide coupled with running out of money for college, no government grants for white men.
I was pretty much forced into taking a job in law enforcement.
Yep, you heard that right, putting my lily-white devil ass on the line every day.
My other realistic and less attractive choice was to sell myself into slavery joining the nigger-infested military.
I worked in the cesspool of the city for years, enduring throngs of shit-skinned niggers, spics along with Jews and other assorted mutts.
I quickly came to realize how little value and how much contempt my white skin afforded me in this sick Zionist society I protected with my body and my broken morale.
The job, once my eyes were opened, became purely mercenary.
I traveled to the Northwest on a scouting trip last April on a Greyhound bus from New York City all the way to Seattle.
This cost me a grand toll of $316.76.
Round trip.
I rented a gorgeous, clean Marriott hotel room for $76 a night.
Dirt cheap.
Hint, when you're coming out here, ask for discounts.
As much as possible, save your money.
I further rented a car for the time I was here for about $400.
The point here is, it's very possible to come out here on a scouting trip extremely cheap.
My grand total for the scouting trip was $1,096.
The area amazed me during my scouting trip.
Clean streets and communities.
For the first time in years, I was able to walk into a grocery store without gagging from the stench of nigger.
I was extremely impressed by Mr. Covington, both his writing and for the time he took out of his busy schedule to meet with me in person.
I had absolutely no problem finding living arrangements far nicer than my tenement in New York City that I was existing in, saving over $750 a month just on rent.
In fact, all my living costs dramatically decreased from dental to auto insurance.
In moving out west, I took a train, a sleeper, for $1,200.
I had my two vehicles transported on a car carrier and used a moving company for the few items I could not leave behind.
My grand total cost to move out here was $6,400 a bongo bucks and well worth every penny.
I have now been here since mid-August, never regretting a single minute.
I urge those on the fence to come here to a life worth living.
To those I left far behind me that are still in law enforcement, take a good hard look at your existence and how Zion daily grinds your morale to nothing.
How worthless of an expendable cog you and your family really are in their eyes.
Brothers, let Zion's elites defend themselves from the waves of rioting niggers.
Bring your wives and your children to a land where they will have a future.
Bring your white families to the Northwest to build a future for them and you.
Got an email here from Andy Donner, and I quote, Someone just hit me up on Facebook asking for more Aryan history.
I suspect that they meant the weird Aryan history series.
I don't normally like acting as a request forwarder, but this came with a legit enough person, and it's a damn decent request.
Okay, for those of you who came in late, and we always have a few of those since we're getting new listeners every week, the Weird Aryan History series is a series of 56 articles ranging from quite short to very long, which I put together around 2005, I think, and which I originally sent out as a series of emails and sometimes still do.
There are also shorter Jewish history and gay history series of about a dozen articles each.
Some of these articles I wrote myself.
And some I stole from other sources.
Most of these Aryan history emails are too long to read out on here.
I was going to take this opportunity to read out the last one in the series, called The Immortal Trooper, which is about Horst Vessel, but then my senile memory started twinging, and it seems to me that at some point in the past I already did read that one on the show, accompanied, of course, by the Horst Vessel song.
Okay, I tell you what I will do.
I'll read the series introduction, so that you people will at least know what it's all about.
Alright, my notes here show that I first sent this email out in 2005, but it's been updated several times since then.
Greetings.
Let me start by explaining the concept of a weird Aryan history series.
Now, someone once said that Americans are a people without a past.
I once saw a statistic to the effect that less than 50% of Americans, meaning white Americans, can name all four of their grandparents.
I mean, actually, name them.
Grandpa and Meemaw don't count.
And less than 10% could name more than one great-grandparent.
Many Americans confuse the Korean War with World War II.
Something like 30% of the reporters in the Gulf War did not know that there had been a World War I, although you'd think the designation of World War II might have tipped them off that there was a previous version floating around out there somewhere.
That's a true story.
We as a people have no idea of where we've been, so it's no wonder we have no idea of where we're going.
A My Weird Aryan History series is an attempt to remedy that.
To inform white nationalists of some of the more interesting events in the history of our people and let them know that, yes, in fact, there were Aryan events going on before the time of cowboys and Indians, which is as far back as most Americans have any historical awareness at all.
Beyond a highly inaccurate movie version of the Wild West, some Americans do have a vague impression of the Civil War, of course some re-enactor types are downright anal about the 1861-1865 period, to the exclusion of the other 3,000 -odd years of Western civilization.
Just like some National Socialists can recite a day-by-day history of the Third Reich from 1933 to 1945, and nothing else at all.
I think we have a dimmer-pression in a few of our minds of George Washington crossing the Delaware and guys in white wigs signing something in 1776, and beyond that, there's Elmer Fudd in Puritan dress wearing a cartoon steeple-crown hat and carrying a blunderbuss, hunting turkeys or wabbits for Thanksgiving, which is something that wouldn't have happened because nobody in the 17th or 18th centuries hunted with a blunderbuss, never mind head run-ins with Bugs Bunny.
Now, for 99% of Americans, that's it.
That's all they know about their past.
In addition to being a people with amnesia, we are also a very sleazy people, as the current preoccupation with court TV and assorted media-hyped crap indicates, from Scott Peterson to Natalie Holloway.
Fine.
I'm sleazy too, so I will be selecting all kinds of weird, wonderful, violent, bloody, bizarre, and ghastly stuff from the history of our race and presenting it for our own little tabloid show here on the internet.
I started off last night with the mystery of the princes in the tower.
These articles will, in fact, be mostly fairly long and detailed, and you're going to have to dust off the old attention span and give it a good workout to read and understand most of them.
But I will try to intersperse some short little Aryan factoids as well.
I think this will actually be a kind of entertaining project, something to occupy myself while waiting for the lights to go out, and something many of you will appreciate.
If you don't, there's always the old delete button.
Okay, are we clear on what the Weird Aryan History series is and why?
We do know that there is a purpose to it, and it's not just Harold losing his marbles.
Okay?
Good.
Alright, now that was 2005.
I updated it in February of 2007.
Quote, I did 56 articles in the series.
A few of you loved it, most of you.
Well, it was pretty obvious that most of you just considered this series to be one of HAC's little eccentricities.
And you didn't even bother to read them.
That has always saddened and disappointed me.
I don't understand why I could never seem to get any traction with this.
I mean, I just don't get it.
How can anyone not be fascinated with all this stuff?
Anyway, to counter all this Black History Month crap, I'm going to retransmit the complete Arian History series, roughly two or three per day, so this will take about a month.
It will give you guys some great entertainment, which seems to be largely what many of you are looking for.
However, I won't load up your email boxes with stuff that you're just going to politely ignore and delete.
If you want to receive this series, let me know.
I'll give it a couple of days for everybody who wants on the Arian History List to contact me.
I need to warn you, though, some of these articles are pretty long, especially the first two, The Princes in the Tower and The Wild Donnellys.
No.
History did not begin with America.
Yes, our race does have a past other than World War II and the Civil War and the Cowboys.
Want to find out about it?
Let me know and I'll put you on the Aryan History Series list.
Okay, that's what the weird Aryan History Series is about.
Let me dig around in it and let me see if I can find something that's short enough to read on here besides the horse vessel piece.
Which I now remember, yes, I did do, in fact, a few years ago.
We're coming up on 200 Radio Free Northwest episodes, and I have difficulty remembering what I broadcast on here.
I'll tell you what, let's have a bit of Forbidden History on our first music break.
Now, when I was in public school, we all were taught who the 19th century songwriter and composer Stephen Foster was.
But being white, male, and Southern, he's now completely forgotten.
This is one of his songs, sung by a guy I never heard of called Matthew Heumann, and it's called Old Uncle Ned.
Now, again, for those of you who aren't corn bone crackers like me, back in the South, in the old days, when you had a good older nigger around, if he was male, he was referred to as Uncle, as in Uncle Tom.
Or female, she was called Aunt, like in Aunt Jemima.
Anyway, here's a song.
Oh, there was an old docky, and they call him Uncle Ned, but he died long ago, long ago.
And he had no wool on the top of his head, in the place where the wool ought to grow.
Then lay down the shovel and the hoe, and hang up the fiddle and the bow.
Poor old Ned.
He's gone where the good darkies go.
No more hard work for poor old Ned.
He's gone where the good darkies go Oh, his fingers were long like the cane in the break And he had no eyes for to see He had no teeth to eat the corn cake So he had to let the corn cake be Then lay down the shovel and
the hoe And hang up the fiddle and the bow No more hard work for poor old Ned No more hard work for poor old Ned.
He's gone where the good darkies go.
When Uncle Ned died, Master took it very bad.
The tears, they run down like the rain.
Oh, Mrs. Turnpale and she gets very sad.
Cause she never see Uncle Ned again.
Then lay down the shovel and the hole And hang up the fiddle and the ball No more hard work for poor old Ned He's gone Okay,
while we're on the subject of Aryan history, I've got a couple of good historical audio clips for you this week.
The first clip is an excerpt from a shortwave radio broadcast by the late Dr. William L. Pierce of the National Alliance.
I think now would be a good time for me to make absolutely clear what my attitude is and was towards Dr. Pierce, because there is a lot of disinformation and just plain falsehood being circulated on the internet by a small group of three or four people, one of whom, I'm sorry to say, appears to be my own brother posting under a pseudonym.
You would be amazed at how much pure horseshit can be shoveled onto someone's name and reputation by three or four disturbed people.
I know I always am.
William Luther Pierce was one of the most brilliant intellects ever to serve the white nationalist cause, with the possible exception of Dr. Revolo P. Oliver, of whom we will hear more in a bit.
He was the most powerful and incisive ideological polemic writer we have ever had.
If pure logic and force of rational argument could have won our cause, Dr. Pierce would have won it long ago.
I mentioned last week that one of my fans told me that whereas Dr. Pierce's novels The Turner Diaries and Hunter were the first white racial fiction, mine was the best.
That's up to posterity to decide, and not me.
But the fact is that Pierce was the first.
I remember subscribing to Pierce's newspaper back in the late 1970s just to get the serialized chapters of the Turner Diaries, and I was one of the people who wrote to Pierce and begged him to find some way to get it published in book form, which in those days was hard.
Everything had to be privately printed for huge amounts of money up front, and it took Pierce years to find a publisher for Which Way, Western Man, for example.
I actually tried my hand at writing my own first racial novel back in 1979 or so, under the influence of the Turner Diaries.
It wasn't much good, and the manuscript got lost in all the running around I had to do back in the 80s, which is probably all to the good, but I admit it was the Turner Diaries which inspired me to attempt this.
And every Northwest novel I have written since then has been, in a way, a tribute to the Turner Diaries and Hunter, because they were the first.
In that sense, William Pierce was a pioneer.
Pierce also was one of the few leaders that we have ever had who was halfway competent and successful personally in the administrative and business sense.
A part of the NA's problem has always been that very success because when Pierce died, he left a multi-million dollar estate.
He left a successful mail order and internet business.
And 330 acres of land with buildings on it, which by our standards was an incredible accomplishment and a legacy well worth ripping one another to shreds over, which is what eventually happened and that's been going on for the past 12 years now.
I predicted as early as 2000 that the buzzards were circling around Pierce waiting for him to die so that they could rend and tear at the carcass and damned if I wasn't right.
But no kidding, that kind of purely personal success, to die a wealthy man in your own bed and not in a prison cell, like Edgar Steele and so many others, is just about unknown among our kind of people.
I certainly won't ever be able to match it.
All of that having been said, I will add only this.
I believe that from the 1990s on, there are certain questions about Pierce that need to be answered.
And which never were.
I also can attest from personal experience that there were certain episodes in the last couple of years of Pierce's life the less said about which the better, as there have been in the final years of others among us, and as will probably be the case with me when I get that old and that sick.
And that's all I'm going to say about that, because the man is dead, and these are now questions for historians.
But my personal problems with William Pierce were never about ideas or ideology, nor did I ever question his basic commitment to the white racial nationalist cause, nor did I ever cease to respect his mind and the force of his personality.
Now let's face it, he did it his way, and he did it with far more success than I have as yet experienced doing it my way.
I'm not sure the exact date on this, but this is Bill Pierce back in his heyday during the 90s sometime.
What's the most important thing in your life?
Is it making as much money as possible?
Is it getting along with other people and being popular?
Is it security?
Is it happiness?
Well, of course, most of us would like to have financial security, and we would like to be happy.
But for many of us, There's something more important than security and personal happiness.
I'm talking now to the more serious-minded members of our audience.
To the ones who are capable of understanding things like duty and personal responsibility.
Duty and responsibility.
Those are almost bad words these days.
Definitely not fashionable.
We've been conditioned by the media to be Suspicious of people who talk about such things.
This is the feel-good generation, the MTV generation.
For me, it's all about the fashion.
But really, we know that more important than feeling good is doing good, doing right.
The most important thing for us is using our lives in the right way.
The most important thing is having the right purpose.
And serving that purpose effectively.
We need to look beyond our bank accounts and our personal hobbies and our immediate circle of friends in order to find purpose.
We need to see ourselves set in a larger context.
We need to understand how our own lives are important as a part of the world around us.
Not just the world of here and now, but also The world of the future and the world of the past.
We need to see our own lives as a part of the historical process.
When we do this, when we see ourselves in context, then we begin to understand our responsibility, our purpose.
We begin to understand what's really important in our lives.
We see That we have a responsibility to the people who came before us and made it possible for us to live.
To the people whose genius and work and sacrifice built our world for us, built our civilization for us, gave us our culture.
We have a responsibility to ensure that their toil and sacrifice were not in vain.
And we have a responsibility to the people who will come after us.
A responsibility to all the future generations of our people.
We must ensure that what we have inherited from our ancestors will be preserved and enhanced and strengthened by us and passed on to those who will follow us.
This is the most important thing in our lives: understanding this purpose, accepting this responsibility.
At least, It's the most important thing for those of us who are serious about our lives.
Those of us who have not become corrupted and trivialized by watching too much MTV.
So we need to be concerned about what's happening to our world today.
We need to become involved in it.
We need to accept responsibility for it.
That's the whole reason for American dissident voices.
It's to help with understanding what's happening.
And it's to provide a little push, a little inspiration to get you involved.
First, America is being transformed very rapidly from a white country to a non-white country.
Second, the government is deliberately implementing this transformation.
Third, most of the white population is not resisting the transformation.
And fourth, the mass media, controlled by the Jews, are providing the driving force for it all.
What this means to those of us who feel some sense of responsibility to our ancestors and to our posterity is that our people are being faced with the greatest threat ever, with the threat of extinction, and that we must do whatever we can to avert this threat.
And what we must do, again in the very roughest and crudest terms, is first, destroy or neutralize the two hostile forces which are leading us to our destruction, namely the government and the due controlled media, and second, start our badly corrupted and misled people back on the road to duty and responsibility.
I'm leaving out many important details, of course.
I haven't even mentioned how we are to deal with the blacks in our midst, for example.
But that is a detail we know that we can handle once we have taken care of the government and the Jewish media and begun curing our own people of their present sickness.
So we know roughly what our problem is and roughly what we must do about it.
Now we must get back to the details.
That's the only way we can make plans and execute them.
But seeing the big picture is important in making plans because it sets the boundaries for us.
Once we understand the urgency of our situation, once we understand the finality of the fate designed for us by our enemies, we know that we must either conquer or die.
If we do not defeat those who intend to destroy us, And defeat them soon, then our people will perish forever.
What this means for us is that no matter how small our likelihood for success, we must act.
No matter how desperate the gamble, we must take it.
We must not fail to act.
We must not do nothing simply because no plan seems certain of success.
No loss as a consequence of acting can be greater than the loss from failing to act.
If we are responsible adults, if we are honorable adults, then we must act.
There is no acceptable excuse for not acting.
Not family obligations, not personal security, not career considerations.
No excuse.
If we do not act, then everything will be lost.
Every reason for living, every reason for which our ancestors lived and worked and sacrificed and suffered and died, the deadly filth of Jewish liberalism will spread over our entire race and destroy it, irrevocably, forever.
I promised you details, and now I'm running out of time.
But here's one detail.
No matter what else we do, Our first move must be to alert all of our people to the situation I have outlined today.
That's the first step: education.
Education alone is not enough, of course, but it is necessary.
Many people will not want to be educated.
They will be afraid to listen to anything which is not politically correct.
They will hate us when we try to educate them.
They will go back to their MTV.
But for every fool filled with hate and fear who will not listen, we will find a person who already has an understanding of the things I have said today and who only needs to hear us say them in order to gain enough confidence to know that his understanding is correct.
And we will find other people who have not yet achieved understanding But whose hearts and minds are open and who can accept the truth when it is presented to them.
And so, that is our immediate task.
Yours as well as mine.
We must reach out to our people.
We must alert them.
We must educate them.
We must encourage them.
We must inspire them.
And here's a beautiful, wonderful thing.
When you reach out to our people, Ask to other people to encourage them and inspire them.
You yourself will be encouraged and inspired.
When you find out how many other people there are who share our concerns, our feelings, our values, our sense of responsibility, you cannot help but be encouraged.
Even the hatred that you encounter from some people, especially from people in the controlled media, will be encouraging.
For you will understand that they would not hate us so much if they did not fear us.
And the reason that they fear us is that deep inside them they know that what we say is true.
So let's get out there, all of us, and start looking for encouragement.
Thanks for being with me again today.
Psst, do something.
Thank you.
William Pierce, in my humble opinion, has had one equal in the white nationalist movement as an intellectual powerhouse, and that is the late Dr. Revelo Pendleton Oliver, tenured professor of classics and philology at the University of Illinois,
who died in 1994 at the age of 86. I really don't have the time to detail his long and productive career here, and I highly recommend that you guys look him up on the internet and get hold of Dr. Oliver's written works, as many of them as you can.
Like a lot of us old-timers, his best stuff was always meant to be actually read, not read into a microphone.
But then we grew up back in the day when white people could and would actually read a long block of text for content.
Now, I have obtained a rare recording of Dr. Oliver delivering one of his most famous speeches ever, called Conspiracy or Degeneracy.
He gave this speech in July of 1966 to the National Convention of the John Birch Society, to which Robert Welch and his clack in Belmont responded by kicking Oliver out of the John Birch Society for various unorthodoxies he uttered here.
So this is a bit of a historic recording.
Now, to be honest, I have not yet listened to all of this recording.
It's almost an hour long.
I'm going to have to break it up into a number of shorter pieces or excerpts for broadcast on RFN, and I'm not quite sure how I want to do that yet.
Plus, I'm running long in this segment, and I need some me time for ranting and raving over the rest of the program.
So what I'm going to do here is play just the first six minutes or so of this recording, the introduction to the speech.
Bear in mind that this speech was made 47 years ago, and the recording quality back then was not what it is today.
I find this recording to be a charming and nostalgic reminder of a much simpler time that I can just barely remember, when all we had to worry about was cummies and hippies, and of course the beatniks.
How many of you guys out there even remember what a beatnik was?
Or ever knew?
Oh well.
Mr. Stanley, ladies and gentlemen, in California, a little north of Berkeley, there are some small miscellaneous farms.
On one of these farms, the man and his wife raised a few chickens, a few sheep, a few cows, a few goats.
One day, A lady who had been downtown shopping came home and glanced over the field as usual.
She came into the house.
She said to her husband, I don't see our old billy goat out in the pasture.
Has anything happened to him?
He said, well, Mama, while you were gone, some of those students there at Berkeley came driving by, and they saw him, and they offered me $100 for him.
I just couldn't turn them down.
A hundred dollars?
What do they want with the belly goat?
Well, Mama, they want him for a pet.
A pet?
Where are they going to keep him?
Well, Mama, they're going to keep him in their apartment.
In their apartment?
Why, what about the smell?
Well, Mama, the Billy God will just have to get used to it.
Thank you.
But that really is not a joke, ladies and gentlemen.
Let me tell you in all seriousness that this spring some friends of mine went out to California where they have some property.
I suggested that since they were going to be in the vicinity of Berkeley, it would be interesting for them to visit the campus and listen to the young intellectuals chatter.
My friends did so.
They found one of the cafes in which the progressive elements among the faculty and students congregate, but they stayed only a few minutes.
They reported that they simply could not stand the stench of the vermin.
It was an assemblage of beatniks, peaceniks, Marxists, and other degenerates in the habitat that they naturally create for themselves.
Squalid, dirty, many of them drug addicts.
Such an assemblage, as you can see on the campus of an up-to-date university these days, although Berkeley has the distinction of having a few more of them, or perhaps louder ones.
The observer always finds it difficult to tell the difference between the male and the female of the species, and what complicates things is that many of the little animals evidently don't know it themselves.
applause They're worse than savages.
You may recall that early this year, a savage named Bunda Whom you taxpayers support as the chief of the Aborigines of Nyosaland, which is now called the Nation of Malawi, officially demanded the removal of what is called the Peace Corps.
He said that the dirty white creatures running about the countryside, either furiously copulating with the blacks or else squalled in a drunken stupor on the floors of the natives' mud huts, We're simply demoralizing his savages.
Thank you.
And he was doubtless right.
You may be sure that the creatures of whom Banda complained came from our best colleges.
What is happening to us?
To the best of my knowledge, I have never been accused of optimism, not even by the local spear sheets here.
But I will confess that even so recently as twelve years ago, I should have deemed it utterly impossible that such obvious degenerates would be tolerated in any institution that was trying to maintain the pretense that it was an educational institution.
Twelve years ago, I hoped for a resurgence of morality and patriotism.
But I was prepared to go on watching shysters peddle their hokum, and liberal intellectuals trying to live in a dream world built of empty words, and, of course, traitors hiding behind the shrubbery of academic freedom.
But I did not expect to see unabashed filth exulting in existence below the animal level.
But now, as we all know, such vermin are not only tolerated...
They are fostered.
They are maintained on scholarships at the expense of American taxpayers.
They are bred by a system of planned corruption, so that it is now impossible to tell how many of them were born that way, although we may be certain that many of them were, and how many of them might have developed into decent human beings if they had not been subjected to a degrading environment and debasing contacts in public schools.
For make no mistake, these creatures are the product of the schools.
Out in Berkeley, when these dregs rioted, and when they staged a sit-in, and hundreds of policemen had to perform the disgusting work of hauling the squealing and writhing animals out of university buildings, the faculty of that diploma mill,
the faculty, mind you, voted more than seven to one that nothing must be done to discipline Now for our second music break, we're going to have a little number about the joys of life in Barack Obama's America.
This is called Rust Belt Blues.
Rust Belt Blues
This is my town, out in the rust built fields We were banging out Buicks and Oldsmobiles There was always a job,
and the money was there Some say we got a little lazy, nobody seemed to care But they figured it out And sent the elbow grease Down to Mexico And off to the Chinese And I learned a little something About how
things are No one remembers your name just for
working hard I've got
three more neighbors now, 'bout to lose their home.
Cause they figured it out and sent the elbow grease down to Mexico and off to the Chinese.
And I learned a little something about how things are.
No one gets a bonus for bloody knuckles and scars And no one remembers your name just for working hard
Music
There's a casino boat Think I'll buy me a bottle and a motel room.
Put all I have left on a little black square.
Risk it all like the big boys, like I don't even care.
I'll drive you into the ground until your engine's cold.
Calling the auctioneer as the banks foreclose.
And I learned a little something about how things are.
No one gets a bonus for bloody knuckles and scars.
And no one remembers your name just for working hard Music playing I'm afraid I have some bad news for us all.
One of our imprisoned brothers was recently given some diesel therapy that took him to the Victorville Federal Prison in California, and although he has not yet been able to get in to see Edgar Steele personally, he has been able to send me a kind of a second-hand report on his condition, which is not good.
Ed, at one point, was turned into the general population, where, as an elderly white man and as a lawyer, he was victimized in various ways, until the commandant in Victorville decided that it would be a little bit embarrassing to have a dead honky on his hands, and so he somewhat isolated Edgar in some kind of separate wing they have there.
Edgar has undergone more surgery recently, probably for his heart, but possibly due to injuries he sustained from being beaten and abused, and he's now in a wheelchair.
His psychological condition is not good.
Like I said, our guy hasn't been able to actually get in to see him yet, so I won't get into that any further, but from the way he describes Ed's situation, I think we all need to be prepared for bad news in the near future.
It looks to me like the dictatorship has decided to murder Edgar Steele through simple neglect, which is the preferred method of disposing of unwanted white boys in the monetized prison system.
Less paperwork if the death is of so-called natural causes, even though nobody will do anything about it no matter what happens.
When was the last time you ever heard of anyone in this country actually being punished for a death in custody?
A steal had an appeal heard back in July in the 99th, that's the 9th Circuit Court of Appeals, about which absolutely nothing has been heard yet, so far as I'm aware.
And it's possible that they've just put his case into a file drawer somewhere or on the bottom of somebody's in-basket, and they're sitting on it until they hear he's dead.
Now, as many of you know, last week we also lost another dissident to the monetized prison industry.
The writer, Bill White, was found guilty of allegedly sending an angry email to his wife a couple of years ago in a dispute over money.
He was convicted by an anonymous jury, which in Roanoke, Virginia, was presumably at least half black, making the facts in the case superfluous.
Bill White was not given a trial by his peers.
He was given an anonymous jury of his tribal enemies, who were given the legal power to do him harm, which they availed themselves of.
I have talked about the facts of this case on the Thought Crime blog at some length, and so I won't go off into a long rant and rave here, rehashing the whole horrific Bill White story.
But I think it's an appropriate point to stop and reflect on the nature of what the German playwright Bertolt Brecht called the banality of evil, specifically the banality of the evil under which we live.
And yes, I know some stupid Jewish claims to have originated that phrase.
She stole it from Breck, who was himself a commie.
These people even plagiarized from their own.
In the time of Stalin, the rules were simple.
If your name came up on somebody's list, the NKVD showed up at your door at three o 'clock in the morning, dragged you away to the Lubyanka or the local secret police lockup, and there they broke your bones with a table leg or beat your balls with a rubber hose until you confessed to whatever laundry list of Trotskyite deviationism or spying for Paraguay they'd made up.
Then you got dragged in front of a troika, three military judges, and your trial took about 15 minutes.
They sentenced you to X number of years in the gulag, or sometimes, if they were short on their execution quarter for that day, they took you down into a cellar and put a bullet in your brain, and that was that.
Nothing subtle about it.
Nothing hypocritical.
Stalin had a machine, and the machine thirsted for blood and bone to feed on.
And human beings were the fodder for that machine.
America as well has a machine that runs on human lives and human blood just like some ghastly internal combustion engine.
Only our thirsty blood machine is a lot more subtle and gives far more sway to the psychological sadists who run it.
Stalin's goons would beat people with nightsticks and table legs, so that many of the confessions literally had blood on them.
Obama's goons wear expensive suits and carry briefcases, and they are paid immense salaries like most of us can only dream about.
And they get benefits like full health insurance with a waiver so they don't have to mess with Obamacare.
That alone is a perk worth having these days.
Do you ever drive through the leafy suburbs and wonder just who the hell can afford to live in all those beautiful houses anymore when most of the white people who grew up in them have been foreclosed on and driven into apartments and mobile homes or else they become homeless, they're living under bridges?
Who the hell anymore can afford?
To own a home like our parents owned, with its, no doubt, stratospheric mortgage.
Long ago, it used to be white families who lived there, where the father had a job or a business, but I will tell you who lives now in those houses, among other people.
Judges, FBI agents, U.S. attorneys and district attorneys and lawyers of every kind, government officials and bureaucrats of every kind, people involved in the liberal media.
People involved with what passes for public education, such as NEA bureaucrats, the rising black middle class artificially created by affirmative action, bureaucrats and administrators involved in the monetized prison system, senior police officers and police administrators, hell, administrators of every kind, people who push paper and kiss Democrat ass for their privilege, people who have lived off taxpayer dollars in one form or another all their lives.
Including a number of the dictator's servants in the enforcement end of things.
People in expensive suits with $200 haircuts who have the power to pull human beings into the machine and listen to their screams of agony as their lives and their bodies are ripped apart by the steel blades.
These...
Exquisitely attired servants of the dictator sit behind mahogany desks in plush carpeted offices with air conditioning, the walls lined with shelves of impressive-looking law books which are no longer needed because these people have discovered that they can do whatever the hell they want.
They can do anything they want at all to anyone, and nothing will ever be done about it.
Who needs a law book when you know you're completely unaccountable?
You want to throw away a human life and you can't do it without getting a little hooky with due process and the facts?
Well, simple.
Just impanel an anonymous jury like they did with Bill White so that no one gets to know what kind of fiddling was going on behind the scenes.
For Obama's servants, the exercise of their power not only destroys human lives and crucifies anyone who dares to oppose the tyrant of democracy, but it gives them an immense feel-good factor, which is something that liberals crave.
Liberals must feel superior to other people.
It's what they get out of it all, much more so than the money and the health insurance.
In their thousand-dollar silk suits and their blow-dried coiffures, they can swagger and strike a pose in court and pretend that they're on law and order or whatever their favorite court TV show is.
Doesn't matter what they say or what the evidence is or even if there is any.
You've got an anonymous jury at least half full of niggers who would convict St. Francis of Assisi simply because he's white and male.
You've got the judge in the tank.
And all the poor dumb bastard wearing the orange jumpsuit and the shackles that the defendant's table has is a public defender who is paid by the very same system which is slowly devouring his client like a giant snake.
And then our little prosecutor can get in his or her luxury sedan or their SUV and drive home to their beautiful house in the suburbs or possibly the luxury condo if they're a swinging single lawyer type.
And he or she can enjoy life to the fullest without the slightest concern for the white man they just sent into living hell, because, after all, isn't the white race the cancer of history?
And don't all us white boys deserve to be punished for the sins of slavery and all that horse shit?
Don't you feel good about yourself for having destroyed a helpless and defenseless man whom you know damned well didn't do what he was accused of?
Hey, it's what they pay you the big bucks for.
Democracy bought your soul long ago, in exchange for that condo and that suit.
And you've never looked back, have you?
Well, I've got Edgar Steele and Bill White now, so I suppose we'll have to wonder who's next.
Maybe me.
I'm sometimes asked why the regime hasn't come after me yet.
Well, it's not like I've escaped their attention.
I do get periodic visits, and I'm on the terrorist watch list.
But as to why they haven't scooped me up yet, to be honest, I don't know.
I don't actually break the law in any way, and that probably helps some.
Although, as we know from Steele and White and countless other cases, it's no longer necessary to actually do anything to be arrested and charged with a crime.
The dictatorship has proven itself more than willing to fabricate complete cases from the ground up.
For all I know, they could kick in my door tomorrow and charge me with hiring a hitman to kill Khloe Kardashian or something.
And no doubt they'll have the audio files to prove it.
If I had to guess, I'd say it's because I'm not just a blogger or an internet guy.
I actually write big, thick paper books.
And it's just possible that somebody in the upper reaches of the dictatorship, or wherever these decisions are made, has enough historical cop-on to understand that the quickest way to make sure an author's books get read and remembered is to try and suppress him by force.
Even if that's the case, I have no idea how long it will continue to preserve me.
I am told that my attitude regarding the Bill White case has been noticed, and I've gotten what appear to be a couple of veiled threats that I need to shut up about it.
Which I will not do.
Nothing that could be traced back to the U.S. Attorney's Office in Roanoke or the Justice Department, of course.
Anyway, third music break.
This is another Ulster Fruit Band piece somebody sent me.
That's the music that the Orangemen marched to on the glorious 12th on the Dairy Apprentice Boys Day in Northern Ireland, which is one month later on August 12th, I believe.
Anyway, it's something for our British listeners who claim that I play too much quote-unquote Fenian music.
This is the Ulster Scots Flute Band.
This is the Ulster Scots Flute Band.
I'm making this on Wednesday morning after listening to Rush Limbaugh and assorted other neoconservatives whine and moan and weep and wring their hands about the elections yesterday.
The Clintons' former bagman Terry McAuliffe was elected governor of Virginia, and the Che Guevara groupie Bill de Blasio was elected mayor of New York City, as if that's some kind of loss.
What gets me is all these old conservative white men moaning and weeping about it.
What?
What the hell did they expect?
Hey, Rush, listen up.
The Republican Party is never going to win a major election again, by which I mean an election that gives them any actual power, at least not on the federal level.
Now, in case you hadn't noticed, old dude, decent normal people are now outnumbered in this country, and that includes outnumbered at the polls.
Okay, let me walk that back just a wee bit.
I will grant you this, Rush.
It is just barely possible that if Obamacare continues to be the five-star clusterfuck it has been since October the 1st, with millions of people losing their policies and losing their doctors or being forced to pay three and four times more than they were paying, and if enough white people can be made aware of what is coming if the amnesty goes through and the beaners get the vote, then it is just...
Barely possible you might be able to get enough white people to the polls to keep the House in 2014, and that's always assuming that the votes are counted honestly, which they probably won't be.
Who knows, maybe even grab the Senate, in which case you will have the votes to impeach Obama and the votes to convict him in the Senate, which you will be too terrified to use because of the threat of massive black and brown violence.
And after that, it's over.
By 2016, the Beaners will have the vote, and too many elderly white people will be either dead or locked up in nursing homes where they're no longer allowed to vote under some regulation or other.
My guess right now is that 2016 is going to be a more or less smooth transition to Hillary and the end of any real influence the Republicans have, because right now it looks like the party will be split by then.
As the last remaining normal white people in the country become so revolted by the so-called Republican moderates and so tired of being betrayed that they're going to run off and form a third party, the Tea Party or something, which is all very well and good, but it's pointless if you can never get anywhere near power because there's never enough of you, and in any case, the Democrats count the votes.
Look, people, there's only one way.
That's my way.
I have spent the length of five novels describing the only way in which we can prevent the murder of us all and the end of the civilization we created.
If any of you ever decide that's a result that you would be interested in, you know what to do.
God knows I spend every week on here explaining it to you.
But our time is up now, so that's it for this week's edition of Radio Free Northwest.
This program is brought to you by the Northwest Front, Post Office Box 4856, Seattle, Washington 98194, or you can go to the party's website at www.northwestfront.org.
This is Harold Covington, and I'll see you next week.
Until then, Sasha Andaman, Freedom!
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