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Feb. 13, 2014 - Radio Free Nortwest - H.A. Covington
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Oh, then tell me, Sean O 'Farrell, tell me why you hurry so.
Hush, a vocal, hush and listen, and his cheeks were all aglow.
I bear orders from the captain, get you ready quick and soon, for the pikes must be together by the rising of the moon.
By the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon, for the pikes must be together by the rising of the moon.
Oh, then tell me, Sean O 'Farrell, where the gathering is to be.
In the old spot by the river, rifle known to you and me.
One more roar for signal, token whistle, 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 manly chest was throbbing for the blessed warning light.
Walkers passed along the valleys like the man she's lonely crew.
And a thousand blades were flashing at the rising of the moon.
At the rising of the moon, at the rising of the moon.
And a thousand blades were flashing at the rising of the moon.
you It's February the 13th, 2014.
I'm Harold Covington, and this is our weekly episode of Waiting for Godot.
Pardon me, Radio Free Northwest.
And about that, I've had a few questions wanting to know who the hell is Godot, and why are we waiting for him.
Well, people have been asking that question for as long as I've been alive, because the play of that title came out in 1953, the year I was born.
It was written by an Irish drunk named Samuel Beckett.
I won't try to explain the plot, because no one has ever been able to.
Just Google it and look it up, and you'll understand why I say it's so apropos to our wee little subculture to describe us all as waiting for Godot.
Like the rest of the world, we've been waiting for 60 years for Godot to arrive.
And with that cryptic remark, I'm shooing you off to Google.
Okay, it took about two weeks instead of just the one for the turds to start flying, possibly because the cold weather around most of North America is making everybody apathetic or is creating situations that turn people's attention away from the internet, which in a way is something I'm all in favor of.
But I'm finally getting some of the flack that I've been expecting for a while on a couple of subjects.
Specifically, number one, my suggestion that we should venture so far into the real world as to attempt to use the existing political system as a propaganda vehicle by leaping into the two-party dog and pony show.
And secondly, there's all my wild and crazy talk about doing actual, for real, background checks on anyone who wants to get close to our operation, rather than just letting anybody with a pale skin tap dance on in.
Now, as I expected, what I have said on both subjects has been completely misunderstood and misinterpreted among a minority of the listenership, who apparently think I'm about to turn into Rush Limbaugh, complete with a shave and a $2,000 suit and a big cigar.
Oh, and I have now revealed my true colors as an agent of Zog because I'm going to be asking for the necessary information from people to do a for-real background check.
You can tell that nobody in the movement's ever done that before because some people, honest to God, can't seem to wrap their minds around the concept.
Hundreds of people down through the years doing thousands of years of hard prison time.
And some of you guys still haven't been able to get the little light bulb to go on over your head that we need to be careful who we hang out with and that we need to have some idea of who the hell we're talking to.
You mean actually spend time and money and ask for personal information and for real check people out?
Yeah, I know.
In our little slice of life, that's a revolutionary idea in more ways than one.
And some people are freaking out.
I'm acting as if, quote-unquote, all this stuff really matters when everybody knows, although nobody says out loud, that it's just a hobby, that there's no chance at all for us to win and ever to change anything at all, and we're just kind of sitting around, passing the time while we wait for death.
Or for Godot, which is kind of the same thing.
And then there's my horrific suggestion that we actually involve ourselves with the Tea Party and the screaming and shouting match on increasingly racial topics now going on between the Republicans and Democrats and other aspects of the actual real-world political opposition to the dictatorship, such as it is.
You know, the wing of American politics that actually gets millions of votes and raises billions of dollars and has hundreds of thousands of people who are actively involved to one degree or another.
I understand, guys.
I get it.
Clearly, we really need to stick to our own tiny little blogs with three or four hundred readers and keep on having little dinners in rented motel banquet rooms and keep on having so-called demonstrations where eight or ten people show up on a good day.
Of course we should.
Whatever on earth was I thinking?
I tell you what, I will read you a typical email from a kid in Michigan, and by the by, I'm not mad at this young man at all.
In fact, I'm glad he was able to find the time to email me at all.
Right now, Michigan is not only as cold as a witch's tit, but as I speak these words, the National Weather Service is predicting that at least one of the Great Lakes is going to freeze over completely.
Anyway, here's what this young man has to say.
His name's Devin.
Dear H.A.C.
I don't like the conservatives.
They shill for Israel on every possible moment, but treat unemployed whites like a bunch of vagrants in their own country.
They talk like they're going to change things, but end up spending welfare money on corporate bailouts and wail on Obama when America refuses to forgive them for their hypocrisy.
I recently lost my job, and I have the fortune that I may have another one lined up soon enough to keep things moving in my life.
I'm moving on with my life without their faux leadership, and I don't need some over-opinionated shilling has-beens leeching off possibly one of the last real movements our people still have on our own soil.
Also, the lefty liberals of HuffPost and Salon are right because conservatives have implicitly agreed to most liberal points off the bat, and all they do is poke on the holes of their worldview.
Obama is the first black president, so conservatives must be racist.
Republicans destroyed the Confederacy and brought blacks as equals.
So it's not just racist when a black shithead replaces a white shithead and they get butthurt about his policies.
It's hypocritical.
You, as a literate National Socialist, would pointedly disagree, but to the average liberal-minded American who agrees with the old hags of freedom...
Individualism, democracy, and other made-up, empty shit would cite chapter and verse on why we are wrong, wrong, wrong, and evil.
Defending a political position based on conservatism is already implicitly agreeing with the premise of liberal democracy.
It's only a styling difference between laissez-faire capitalists and bureaucratic-backed multinational corporatism.
Neither has too much to do with normal people unless you have a strong opinion on bugger boys marrying each other in femidike.
Churches and their dogs or pathologically inbred Jewish neocons from Crawford Ranch, Texas.
Pick your Jew.
We know they're wrong, but why should we be encouraging wrong behavior when we can be messing with these empowered capitalist individualists to fall on their own idealism?
That is, to take the good fortunes the Jews settled them with and proceed to fuck off as their businesses gradually fall into the third world they openly defended while it was still somebody else's problem.
As a movement, we need to fight it out until we come up with the right principles of how to live our lives, win over the masses through our certainty of principles, not catering a cheaper product to those looking for a second Republican Party with racist libertarians.
In short, we need to build the groundwork on our own terms with our own people and attract the strong, bold types who aren't going to sell out our racial principles of self-determination.
They should be coming to our way of thinking, not the other way round.
So what's it going to be, Harold?
Boots or Bucks?
Well, Devin, I'll tell you what, let me cogitate on that one for a while.
So right now it's going to be Olivia.
Olivia.
Good afternoon, comrades.
I ran across a blog post the other day that really caught my attention and says some things we all know but very rarely articulate in this way.
You can find the original post at thegeneralreport.wordpress.com.
It's entitled, Whites Shouldn't Be Forced to Live Among Non-Whites.
Although I probably would have given it the title, We Can Stop Living Like This Anytime You Like.
It goes something like this.
I am an individual human being.
I am also a white human being.
I was born the same way as all other human beings were born.
No other human being has any more rights than I have.
As long as I don't harm others, no other human being has the right to tell me how to live, who to associate with, what to think, what to believe, what I can and cannot read or do, or what I can or cannot say.
They are not superior in rights to me.
This is what it means to be a free human being.
Anything less than this is not freedom.
It is oppression, tyranny, and slavery.
That is the world we live in today.
It is obscene that white people have to put up with non-white crime and social problems.
And even more, it is absurd that all the races of the human species are lumped together as though they are all the same.
They are not all the same.
They look different externally.
They have different DNA codes internally.
They are different peoples.
The human races are groups within the human species that are separate and distinct.
We should not be forced to blend together, but should be allowed to evolve as we determine is best for each of us, individually, and as groups of racially alike peoples.
Blending all human races together will not improve the species, rather it will force it down to the lowest common denominator, and we all know what that is.
Racial integration, racial diversity, and multiculturalism all have failed.
All cultures are not equal, and anyone with half a brain knows this.
Living with these social experiments only brings non-white crime, non-white social problems, and miscegenation to once safe, and yes, pure white communities.
And whites are not only victimized physically by these failed social experiments, we are also victimized financially by being made to pay for services and benefits for people unlike and unfit to live among us.
In order to avoid being labeled racist, whites are expected to just accept being made into second-class citizens and to give up college seats, job opportunities, and promotions to less qualified non-whites.
We are expected to allow our schools to be dumbed down to their level and to bend over backward to understand and be sensitive to the needs of peoples who are radically different from us.
This is stupid!
Whites shouldn't have to waste one second of our time or burn one calorie in such efforts.
There is no profit in this for us.
Non-whites are not our kind.
They are not our people.
We owe them nothing other than to leave them alone to their own separate destinies.
The way it stands now, whites must pay for the welfare, medical care, housing, and so much more for non-whites who don't contribute in any way to society.
And we must hire more police and pay for them to keep non-whites from attacking and murdering us since we have been forced to accept them into our communities.
The ant and the grasshopper fable comes to mind, but tenfold, as we, the industrious white ants, have been forced to accept the non-white grasshoppers into our ant communities as equals.
The result is harmful to us.
Even if some groups of non-whites do not pose a direct threat, They are still not our kind and do not belong in our world.
Whites should only have to put up with the crime and social problems of our own people.
We as white individuals have a natural right, just by virtue of having been born, to choose to mix or not to mix with any other human being as we alone decide is in our best interest.
And this right that we have as white individuals extends to those who are most like us, other whites.
Yes, whites are different from other kinds of human beings just as they are different from us.
There is not a one-size-fits-all human being, but then those of you who are listening to this already know that.
Even the least intelligent of whites acknowledges that human beings come in different flavors.
After all, even they have eyes to see and ears to hear, so they're pretty much forced to admit there are external differences.
At some point, though, common sense falls apart.
Because many of them eventually try to deny that there are internal differences to go along with the external ones.
Some even go so far as to try to deny the significance of the differences, whether internal or external, including foolishly trying to deny that violent crime and social dysfunction levels are color-coded.
Some suffer greatly from cognitive dissonance because of jumping through crazy hoops trying to reconcile high levels of violent crime among blacks with their false belief that blacks are the same as whites.
Except for different paint jobs, of course.
One could almost imagine some of them having smoke coming from their ears as their minds chant, Will not compute!
Will not compute!
as they try to reconcile the facts of the real world with their ingrained false views.
Kind of like robots in a cheap science fiction movie.
Let's be very clear about this.
Non-whites are not white, and we all know this.
They look different because they are different.
And this is true no matter what some dim-witted politician or elite tries to tell us or force upon us.
Whites are a white people inside and out.
We are no one's slaves.
We have the right to be free from non-white violent crime, non-white social problems, and actually free from non-whites altogether.
Let them have their ways.
We'll have ours.
Don't try to lump us together under some artificial national label.
The most authentic label that we have is the one we were born with and wear proudly every day of our lives.
White people.
We are our genes, and our genes are us.
No one has the right to force us to sacrifice our safety, our pursuit of happiness, or our very existence in order to please people unlike us.
We have no obligation to please them at all.
We also have no obligation to support them.
Take a back seat so they can have the front seat, or give up our dreams of college and better jobs because they are admitted or promoted based on their mud-colored skins.
We have no obligation to sacrifice ourselves, our children, our jobs, or our future, and no one can make a case that we do.
We have a right to be, and to be more, and we need to assert these rights in every way, big and small, or we're going to continue to be victimized and picked off one by one.
Non-whites are not our responsibility.
We owe them absolutely nothing.
They are not our kind.
In fact, they are a burden to us, a burden we have no obligation to carry.
We have enough burdens of our own.
Whites have a right to self-identification, self-determination, and self-destiny.
If we're honest with ourselves, we cannot continue to live in a society that includes those who are not like us.
They do not and cannot fit into our society, and we do not, nor would we want to, fit in theirs.
We know who we are, and if we're honest with ourselves, we want to stay with our own kind.
We can do something about this anytime you choose.
We don't have to live in a society that includes non-whites.
But if we're going to create that reality, we have to make that happen.
And it has to happen on our terms.
We already have all we need inside of us.
All it takes is that first step.
The choice is yours.
Hail victory, comrades!
Hail victory, comrades!
Hail victory, comrades!
Since tomorrow is Valentine's Day, I figured all the music for this episode should have to do with love, real love, like real men have for real women.
I know last year I played Riley's Daughter, which was a kind of a spoof, but really, when it comes to a proper love song, nobody does it like the Irish.
This is Mecham and Clancy.
I know a valley fair, I lean on.
I know a cottage dare.
I lean on.
Far in that valley shade, I know a tender maid.
Flower of the hazel blade, I lean on.
Who in the dance so fleet, I lean on.
Who in the song so sweet, I lean on.
Dear are our charms to me, dear are our laughter free.
Dear as our constancy.
Amen.
I need a room Fly with a broken chin Far o 'er the sounding main Never to love again I lean on You'd
will in time decay I lean on Beauty must fade away.
I need a room.
Castles are sacked in war.
Chieftains are scattered far.
Truth is a fixed star.
I live in the moon.
I live in the moon.
So this week I decided that I was going to do something a bit more experimental.
As much as I love to read and do book reviews, as some of you have pointed out, it does get monotonous.
Sometimes it just feels like such a frantic pace having to read so many books all the time.
So this week I decided I would take a bit of a break.
And I would talk about how justified we are in doing more extensive background checks.
I thought that I would draw from...
My own experience in looking for jobs.
You know, pretty much these days, everybody is either looking for a job or you may be underemployed, which means that you may continue to look for work.
You may have a little bit of work, but you may look for more of it.
And as someone who spends a lot of time looking for work, I am aware of how stringent oftentimes these qualifications are.
Now, just recently, I was looking into, just out of curiosity, I was looking into a temporary summer job.
And I was reading along about the application, and it said, well, you've got to have a criminal background check, and you've got to have a drug test.
And, you know, that's a bit off-putting in a way, but it's the way pretty much all kinds of jobs seem to be set up today.
Another thing that happened to me recently, I was looking into a volunteer position.
Now, this was a temporary position.
This was a volunteer position, and I had to have...
Several references, and I can understand why in this particular position, but I was still amazed at how much checking was done and other things that had to be done prior to even going into a volunteer position.
Now, I have to admit that the process was very tedious, and I have to admit there were times when, because it was a volunteer position, I would often say to myself, why am I doing it?
And of course the reason why is there is a theory, at least, that volunteer positions might lead to full-time work.
However, that's only rather speculative.
Now, several months back...
I was looking, you know, researching various positions, and I was just Googling on the web, just looking for various types of background checks that various types of jobs do.
I came across a questionnaire form for national security positions, and of course, as you might expect, this is an extremely extensive form.
And what this form seems to be interested in, this form demands that you go back seven years of your life, and you have to fill in all the people that you knew for the last seven years.
It even asks for phone numbers.
Now, of course, the problem with that nowadays is a lot of people have switched from landlines to cell phones.
So if you knew these people perhaps when they had a landline, and that's assuming you knew their number.
Now, of course, I don't have that many friends.
I don't really know that many people.
Part of that's my personality.
I'm not one who necessarily cares to socialize with a lot of people.
And part of that is the realization that, in a certain way, I see my life as being dated to the movement.
And when you have too many friends and too many social influences, in a way, I think it becomes a distraction.
And so, in a way, there's been a certain conscious choice, or even subconscious choice, perhaps, to avoid too many entanglements.
Don't necessarily know that many phone numbers of various people.
But at any rate, it's with all kinds of jobs.
Even temporary ones, it's amazing how much they want to know before they're even willing to consider you for a job.
So given all of this scrutiny that you seem to have in all jobs, I mean, not just jobs where you would expect it, certainly national security positions, of course you would expect a high degree of scrutiny, but it seems virtually all jobs today exercise a high degree of scrutiny.
Sometimes as I shop in my grocery store, I find there's a certain type of health food that seems popular now.
There seems to be health food cereals that are made with hemp.
And I honestly would say to myself, I'm afraid to try any of those cereals because, my goodness, what if I found myself applying for a job and I had to take a drug test?
I don't want to have any of those cereals in my system.
I think I was using something.
Although there is all this legalization now, there's all this marijuana legalization in some places, Washington State being one of them, I say to myself, gee, I don't know who would want to use any of this, especially these days, because since pretty much everyone is either unemployed or underemployed, I mean, why would you want to render yourself even more unemployable?
So, at any rate, I just thought I would discuss just this whole issue.
I think it's very off-putting today, the rigmarole that you have to go through in order to maybe get a job that you probably won't get anyway.
But unfortunately, that's what a lot of people are doing.
Who has a better reason than people like us?
Not very many, I would say.
And, of course, another thing that they do that I've only read about is that sometimes if they're really interested in you, you'll have to go for something like...
I've heard of people going for, like...
10 or 11 interviews before they decide.
I mean, it's just very odd today looking into the job market.
And honestly, I would have to agree with Harold.
I think that self-employment really is getting to be the best thing these days.
And if I could only figure some way to do that, I'd be very happy.
Because who wants to deal with all of this?
Who wants to be jumping through all these hoops all the time?
But if you're going to jump through hoops anywhere, I would say these days we're the best place to do that.
Someday I would love for us to have some sort of an office, perhaps, to get some sort of a group together of people that would research people who are considering coming into our group to see if they're really right for us.
Because I was thinking about this whole thing, and I was thinking about the level of trust that you need for someone to be in a group.
And you really need a level of trust that's at a place of, well...
If somebody was going to be your house sitter, if you were going to be away for a week, and you were going to have somebody as your house sitter, would you trust them?
If somebody was going to be a babysitter, or a pet sitter, or looking after your granny, that's the level of trust that you need, alright?
And sometimes you might have a feeling about someone one way or the other, but feelings only take you so far.
So, to be able to research somebody, To the extent that that's plausible, to the extent that would be a legal activity.
People volunteering information and then checking out the information and interviewing people that knew them, and I don't know, you get leads from that, maybe you get information from that.
I mean, I don't know necessarily if there are any regulations having to do with this type of thing, but it would seem that if a person volunteers certain names or they're applying, they're giving you information about themselves, then I would think you have the right to invest.
So, needless to say, I think that it's a very fine idea, and actually I wish that we'd done more of it in the past.
So, those are just my thoughts on that issue, and these may be obvious statements, but I just thought that I'd discuss this.
So, have a good evening, and I'll try to come up with some more ideas fairly soon about various things I can discuss.
Maybe I'll talk about some more books or some other things.
So have a good night and thank you for listening.
Thank you.
Right, I said earlier that I was really going to get in trouble with this podcast, so why not just go whole hog and bring up religion?
In for a penny, in for a pound.
Now, the guy who sent this to me writes as follows.
Good morning, Harold.
I've attached a short MP3 file I discovered in the dusty depths of my hard drive that I thought you may find interesting.
It is a recording that I made at a National Alliance regional meeting in Las Vegas in 2009.
Unfortunately, it was recorded with an old iPhone, so the audio quality is not perfect.
I managed to clean it up a little with audacity, and I think it is now worth sharing.
I'm sure some of our Odinist friends would enjoy it.
Take care and be well.
Now, although religion is a problematic issue in the movement, which I usually prefer to avoid, I think that in order to avoid some of the problems our people in the NF might have with it, They need to be at least aware of all the various religious tendencies that do tend to gravitate to the movement.
Now, this is not an endorsement of a Satru or Odinism or an attack on anybody else's religion.
Since we have had Christian identity people on here before, as well as Christian rightists like Fr.
Coughlin and Gerald L. K. Smith, I think it's only fair to give the pagans a brief amount of airtime, or old believers as they were referred to in the Third Reich.
I have no idea how ideologically pure or orthodox this Odin speech is, or even if it makes any sense in their theology, nor do I know who is speaking here, but for what it's worth, here he is, some unknown National Alliance guy talking about Odinism in Las Vegas back in Alt 9. It
was originally written by a man named Donald Clerken.
I never met him.
I took the liberty of editing it somewhat and expanding it a little bit.
The idea is, what would the Norse god Odin say to us if he were to walk into this room today and speak to us?
I hope you like it.
I think Dan had a very good idea.
And I hope you don't mind me editing a little bit.
Kindred of mine, fair and beautiful children of the light, you know me.
I am known to you as All-Father Odin, the Wanderer, Lord of the wolves and of the ravens.
My home is the primal forest, the place of the mighty ash and the oak.
You knew me there, my children, when you were newborn to this world.
There you aided me in my wars against the un-dimension, the lords of the underworld, the evil ones who dwell in darkness and use their gold and their deceit to corrupt you into their snares.
When you lived in the old forest with me, we were always victorious against such enemies.
But some of our people have forgotten my counsel.
And your race of light and beauty is becoming stained, besmirched by the offspring of Irish.
You make common cause with the undimension, even against yourselves.
Your blood has thinned, your minds and your instincts have dulled, and the undimension have their way with you, turning loose their human-like beasts against you, your women, and your folk.
You have set over yourselves rulers.
Who abide by notions I did not teach you.
My children, I did not teach you to give yourselves over to the prorogation of alien strangers who never lived with me in the old forest.
I taught you to love and cherish your own kind, to defend what is yours.
I gave unto you beauty and wit, strength and will.
These are witness to the senior of greatness you possess.
Once Everyone knew you as my children.
But what have you become?
Whither are you going?
Will you humiliate yourselves to the point of extinction?
Why?
What could bring you to this sorry state?
Because you are my own, you possess the strength and the ability to defeat any enemy.
Unless, of course, that enemy be yourselves.
And what is this false charity I see you slaving over?
You allow your old folks to worry in their final years while you give succor to aliens, those you foolishly allow into your midst, and those you just as foolishly aid from afar.
Know ye not that these aliens hate you, despise you for your charity, and envy your wealth?
Albrecht's children, too, wait at your gates.
Ready to come in and seize what little honor you have left.
Is that what I taught you?
The lessons ingrained into your very souls?
No, my children.
I taught you to be proud and upstanding, not servile and base, groveling like servants before ungrateful swine.
I said unto you long ago that as long as you believed in yourselves, those who might take your Aryan lives in battle, Could never, never take that which I gave to you and only to you.
You were told not to share your blood, your soul force, or your memories of me with racial strangers.
They have their own gods.
Albrecht's children have their gold with its false promises.
What need had you to conspire with them against the gifts I have given you?
So I, All-Father Odin, Come to you from ancient times to say enough of this treachery and foolishness.
You are my own.
My spear once protected you.
It can protect you again.
The law of race and blood is not to be breached, ever!
I sent a messenger to lead you.
A second seed fleet.
A world hero.
But some of our folk turned him out of their hearts.
A note to the executioners.
He died nobly by his own hand, while some gloated with envy over his downfall.
How sublimely foolish!
My Aryan children, did I not lead you to victories in the past?
Were you not masters of this world?
And would you not still masters be, had you not forgotten the wisdom I taught you?
Valhalla!
It's where I rejoice with my heroes of yore.
But where?
Where are my modern-day heroes?
Tis most strange.
The ravens tell me tales of weakness in the face of thine enemies.
Hear me well.
I am thy warrior god.
Thy forefathers are mine Aryan heroes.
My life in Valhalla is filled with their valor.
From which I draw great joy even unto this day.
But some of you, my children, fill me with dread.
You fear simple words.
You recoil from two-legged beasts who only snarl.
You hide like frightened pups from mouthy fools and slinking thieves.
Yet you cry for assurance.
Ha!
Assurance!
All the assurance.
You could ever require flows in your blood.
Look to your history.
Stand up as your ancestors did of yore.
Take what is yours.
Seize thy birthright.
You have no one to fear.
My power is only weighing in the hearts of the weak and the foolish, but it thrives with zestful spirit and those who know the life force their forefathers rejoice to share.
Ye who would fill Odin's power need only rise up and be Aryans.
For generations few have proven worthy of that great honor.
The ravens fly out daily, bringing me word of dastardly deeds and cowardly acts most painful to my ears.
Some of our people are dying of the confusion sickness in their racial souls.
You, the envy of all other races, I gave unto thee.
God-like gifts.
But the weak and the foolish among you have taken these treasures and trampled them into the mire.
But the ravens also bring me word of a noble few who fight on, who stand firm for the greatness which still dwells inside of you.
Will these courageous few redeem the many?
All too few refuse to think and to act for themselves, to redeem themselves.
Our respawn holds them.
Firmly in their clutches, their Aryan souls twisted and distorted so that I no longer recognize them as mine own.
Counterfeit men with dead souls, confused boys who know nothing of courage and less of manhood, troublesome women who block in the roles of women, motherhood, and hate.
Hide them from my sight, and due time they shall be struck down by their own folly.
No two Aryan knows the name of Odin and forgets his birthplace in the old forest, nor forgets he the great battles, the tragedies, the struggles, and victories of life, for my spear yet abides in his heart.
You, my warriors, you who remember your heritage and know who you are, For the old order, Is dead.
Dead!
Choose well thy path, perish like whipped and cringing slaves, or become worthy, worthy of the new order, the new order unafraid to grapple with fate.
I gave unto thee the gifts to right thy greatness upon time itself.
But that greatness must be reaffirmed, for today it hangs buried by a most precious thread.
Shon doubters and idle dreamers, for they kindle no fires.
Bragging louts don't win battles.
Drunkards and slackers are cumbersome baggage.
Banish them from your battlements.
In a sea of doubters, hold true to your blood.
Shiver with discipline, shudder with passion, and let will Amen!
Amen, amen.
Thank you.
You know, when I was looking over my files in search of love songs to play for Valentine's Day, I saw that for whatever reason, probably having to do with my own peculiar taste, most of the actual love songs, as opposed to murder ballads and depressing dead girl songs, were Irish or Scots, or else they were real golden oldies that most of you folks out there wouldn't remember and the younger people would simply consider to be elevator music.
Well, let's try this one, though.
Now, you know, when I'm writing, I tend to write with theme music according to scene or character either playing in my head or playing on my Windows Media Player.
And so these characters and episodes in the books acquire their own themes, which I occasionally turn into CDs for really hardcore NBA fans.
Now, the number I'll play for you now is what might be called Eric and Annette's Love Theme from The Brigade.
This is Barenaked Ladies.
Don't the hours go shorter as the days go by?
We never get to stop and open our eyes One minute you're waiting for the sky to fall And next you're dazzled by the beauty of it all Lovers in a dangerous time Lovers
in a dangerous time These fragile bodies of touch and taste This fragrant skin,
this hair like lace Spirits open to a crust of grace Lovers in a dangerous
time Lovers in a dangerous time Okay,
it's Wednesday morning, and as often happens, something has come up, which only I can deal with, and it's happened on Wednesday, so I don't know how much of my time this is going to take up.
So, it's possible that RFN may be late this week, uploaded either very late tonight or sometime tomorrow.
Now, let me remind all of you that the official deadline for Radio Free Northwest going all the way back to 2010 when the program began is 8 p.m. Pacific Time on Thursdays, so we're not actually late until 8.01 tomorrow night, technically speaking, anyway.
Secondly, I'm going to respond to an email I got today, and I'm...
Frankly, not sure that it's for real.
This might be a troll, in which case the troller is going to be over the moon that he managed to get a response from me, and that's not good because I'll be dealing with more of his mess for the next year.
But I don't want to take the chance that this is some actual white kid who simply isn't paying a damn bit of attention to anything I say, and he's about to do something stupid.
Okay, I've tried to be polite and diplomatic about this, and apparently it just goes in one ear and out the other, so I'm going to get brutal and nasty.
Do not come here when you are completely destitute and homeless, and then expect for us to take care of you.
Got it?
We are willing to help bona fide migrants who are sufficiently on the ball so that they can and do Raise sufficient assets for their own migration through personal discipline and determination in order to come here off their own bat and on their own steam with enough money to support themselves once they get here and until they find accommodation and employment.
Willing to help, we cannot and will not give you free stuff.
I will tell you something else for free, though.
And that is that if you are coming here on a Greyhound bus with nothing but the t-shirt on your back and $20 in your pocket, as you have been repeatedly warned not to do, don't come to Seattle in the middle of the winter.
As with every major city, the homeless shelters here are filled to overflowing in February.
I do not want to start seeing pictures on the internet of some poor white kids shivering in a doorway in Pioneer Square.
And a bunch of horse shit whining about how Harold Covington tricked him into coming to the cruel, cold, rainy Northwest, and then that meany Harold wouldn't let poor so-and-so, whom he never met before in his life, move into his guest room or sleep on his couch.
I say again, this is a revolutionary movement, and not a halfway house or a crash pad for derelicts.
I have told you guys a hundred times before how to go about this.
How to do it the right way.
It takes time and effort on your part to migrate right, but not that much time and effort.
It can be done the way that I have told you it needs to be done.
Others have done it.
If you choose to ignore what I say, then I am not responsible for what happens to you, and that's the name of that tune.
I repeat, the day will come...
When the Northwest Front will be able to provide material assistance to deserving white migrants whose life and past have been vetted and who have been found worthy of that assistance.
That day is not yet, and it will not come until enough good people have been brought in to create a genuine national independence movement of serious adults.
Now, this kind of segues into my main topic for this third segment, so let's get back to the email that Devin from Michigan sent to me.
You know, where he more or less calls me a sellout and a traitor and a neoconservative, etc., for suggesting that we get peripherally involved with the Tea Party Republican wing, which I repeat is an expected development and which doesn't bother me.
I've become used to having to do quite a lot of spaced repetition down through the years.
I usually have to explain something six or eight times before it sinks in, so that's fine.
Okay, now, how do I go about this?
Do I cite historical precedent, such as the 1876 Red Shirt Movement in South Carolina, which forcibly ran the Carpetbaggers and the Freedmen's Bureau out of the state at the point of a Winchester rifle and returned South Carolina to white rule?
The Red Shirts, who were in fact operating as the legal Democratic Party within the state as part of an election to elect former Confederate General Wade Hampton as governor?
No, that won't fly.
Probably because nobody but me has ever even heard of the red shirts.
White people as a whole have no idea of our own history, and our own wee little movement can't remember anything at all from the days when we were a majority, and we actually did things instead of staring into computer screens all the time.
There's just no connection.
We've been completely severed from our past.
Well, let's try something for all you National Socialist fans out there.
See how much you actually know about Hitler and the NSDAP.
Now, do you remember that in January of 1933, Adolf Hitler was not actually elected to anything?
He was appointed Reich's Chancellor by President von Hindenburg, and the first German cabinet with Hitler as leader was a coalition between the NSDAP and all kinds of conservatives like von Papen and Schleicher.
As it happens, the famous landslide election victory that created the National Socialist State didn't happen until March.
No, I don't suppose we remember that either.
Now, I could, of course, go over these things at length, like I did during the last two RFN episodes, and gently and comprehensively explain once again what it is I'm talking about here.
But to be honest, I see no reason to go over the Republican entryism thing or the background check thing quite so soon.
I'm used to spaced repetition, but we need some space between the repetitions.
What I will do, Devin, is I will address what I really believe your difficulty with me is.
I say again, I am not mad at you and I'm not reading you the riot act or dressing you down or anything like that.
This is something I get a lot.
Let me know if I'm in the ballpark here.
Devin, let's lay this on the line.
The reason that you're really unhappy with me is that you're a dissatisfied customer.
I have a lot of dissatisfied customers, believe me.
Because, apparently, my writing and speaking skills, such as they are, tend to raise unrealistic expectations.
I'm not giving you what you want.
In this, you are not alone.
I'm not giving a lot of people what they want.
Devin, let me tell you what I think you want from me.
You want what all young men want, excitement and glory and adventure.
But what makes Americans unique is they expect these things to be handed to them and pursued without personal risk or inconvenience.
Hence the immense popularity in this country of video gaming among young white males, until this could probably be called the World of Warcraft generation.
Devon, you want what a lot of people want from me.
You want the long, brown-shirted columns marching down the street beneath the light of 10,000 torches like I described several weeks ago.
You want a maximum of excitement and adventure and drama, and a minimum of risk, or better yet, no risk at all.
And because you're an American, you want it either free or very cheap.
And above all, you want it now, now, now.
You want to march and move with tens of thousands of other white people, like you, who will make you feel good about yourself.
You want to have big rallies and picnics and make a lot of friends and see yourself on cable news.
You want to feel that you're part of something big and historic.
You want to feel that you now have the family that America has destroyed or denied to you.
You want me to quit screwing you around, quit demanding things from you, and start giving you things.
You want me to pull those magic beans out of my pocket, and you know they're in there somewhere, and all of a sudden turn into some magical amalgam of Adolf Hitler and George Lincoln Rockwell or Jeb Stewart.
You won't see me riding down the street on my white horse with my saber held aloft, or possibly riding down the street in my panzer tank or whatever, doing it all for you and relieving you of the necessity to think, to plan, or to do anything at all except sit back and enjoy the ride as part of a nice, safe, large herd.
Because white males today in America, In other words, Devin, you're an American.
You are what you are.
I can't very well be mad at you for being what you are.
Okay, I may not be absolutely spot on here, but that's basically it, isn't it, Devin?
It's something like that.
Now, you know how I know?
Because it was what I wanted when I was your age.
Now, I was able to fulfill more of my youthful fantasies than you have been, because when I was your age, the great white paradises of Rhodesia and South Africa, as we considered them to be, did, in fact, still exist.
I was fortunate enough to get there for a few years, and it was wonderful in many ways, but I also learned that for all their many strengths and pluses, great white paradises they were not, and their imperfections eventually destroyed them.
Any homeland that our people ever have must be firmly based on race as an ideology and as a moral conviction.
It cannot be based on capitalism.
It cannot be based on colonialism.
It cannot be based on racial paternalism.
It must be based firmly on the 14 words of David Lane and the absolute separation of the white peoples of the earth from the non-white peoples of the earth.
That's why Rhodesia and South Africa failed.
Getting back to those long, brown-shirted columns marching beneath the torches, I wish I could do it for you, son.
I really do.
I wish I could give you those long, brown-shirted columns, that huge crowd that you can hide in.
Or maybe you want the world that I portray in my Northwest novels.
Now, that world you can have, but you'll have to make it for yourself.
That's the main thing that people have against me, I think.
I seem to have the ability...
To show you guys these tantalizing glimpses of the prize itself, but you don't seem to understand that I can't actually give it to you.
Just like an adult can show a little boy or a little girl the moon, but he can't give it to them.
If they want to go there, they're going to have to devote a lifetime of single-minded work and effort and sacrifice to that goal.
And even then, they may not make it.
I wish the world were different, Devin, but it isn't.
Okay, look, once again, I'm running long, so let's get this third music break out of the way.
I swear I seem to be really short on proper low songs on my hard drive here.
I've got a lot of sentimental songs about beautiful young maidens, but they're always dead or dying or immigrating or marrying other men or being unfaithful or committing suicide or being hanged or something.
And that's not really the Valentine's Day spirit, is it?
Now, I was going to play Wild Mountain Time, which is a really beautiful song, but I played that last year, the one by the Corys.
All the good love songs I do have seem to be Irish or Scottish, and I don't want to descend into common rock music of the ooh-baby type.
So, let's go for this one by the Kingston Trio.
Oh, do you know my Johnny?
He is down on yonder knee.
He's sneaking round and creeping and his eye watching me.
He's pulling and he's teasing, but his meaning's not so bad.
If it's ever going to be, tell me now, Johnny lad.
Tell me now, my Johnny lad.
Tell me now, my Johnny lad.
If it's ever going to be, tell me now, tiny lad When
When the sheep are in the fold and the cows are in the fire and other lads and lasses sitting around the roaring fire there's me a silly lassie just as like as if I was mad through the nooks and barley stokes teasing you Johnny lad teasing you my Johnny lad teasing you my Johnny lad through the nooks and barley stokes teasing you Johnny lad Oh,
Johnny's blithe and bonnie, he's the bride of yonder me.
And I love him best of any, though he's high teasing me.
Though he teases me and squeezes me and tickles me like mad.
And comes near me that can cheer me like my own Johnny lad.
Aye, it's you, my Johnny laddie.
Aye, it's you, my Johnny lad.
None comes near me that can cheer me like my own Johnny Lamb Oh Oh, my Johnny's not a gentleman, nor yet is he a laird.
But I would follow Johnny, although he was a kid.
Oh, Johnny is a bonnie lad, he was once a lot of mine.
And I've never had a better lad, though I've had twenty-nine.
And with you, my Johnny laddie, and with you, my Johnny lad, oh, I'll dance the buckles off my shoes with you, Johnny lad.
And with you, my Johnny laddie, and with you, my Johnny lad.
Oh, I'll dance the buckles off my shoes with you, Johnny lad.
Oh, I'll dance the buckles off my shoes with you, Johnny lad.
Okay, let's see if I can wind this up.
I've still got a few minutes here, and I suppose I could once again go over everything I said in the last two episodes of Radio Free Northwest and maybe reword it a little and see if I get through a little better.
But in both cases, as I've already implied, I don't think that's what the objections are about.
Now, in the case of the background checks, it's at least to some degree about one of our little internal movement feuds or conflicts or issues or whatever you want to call it.
One which isn't quite as overt as the religion thing, but which has been with us for a long time.
I'm not quite sure how to describe it.
Um, let's try the eggheads versus the tattoos.
Basically, on the one hand, you've got pointy-headed intellectual racist types who either went to college or else like me they can fake it, who hide behind their computers writing brilliant and literate blogs that are read by 300 or 400 people every week, but who never do anything else and who usually do so under pseudonyms and shit in their pants and run for cover if anyone even so much as mentions their real name on the internet.
On the other hand, you've got guys with blue-collar skills, If indeed they have any skills at all, many of whom are covered with tattoos and many of them with, shall we say, skeletons in their closet that they don't want a rigorous background check to bring out, usually having to do with crime or prison involving something really stupid or downright grotty.
I could give you all a big long speech about that, but I won't because I'm running long and I want to see how bad this gets before I address it.
We haven't had much problem with the egghead versus tattoo thing so far in the NF, but as we grow, that may develop.
Suffice it to say, it's an old problem.
One of the things everybody used to complain about with William Pierce was that if you didn't have at least two college degrees to hang on your wall, he didn't want to know you.
Me, I honest to God, don't see either college sheepskins or tattoos.
I see white people.
If you have any question on that, read the five Northwest novels.
That's how things should be.
I don't think it's a problem yet in the NF, and I'm rambling again.
Sorry.
Okay, look, it's like this.
I know that most of you out there don't really believe in your own hearts that we can win, or even that we can ever be real players in this country's destiny.
Now, don't feel bad about that.
You're not alone.
Our performance for the past 50 years has not encouraged any such belief, and I agree, as we are now constituted, we won't ever come anywhere near success.
I can count on my fingers the number of white nationalists of any type whom I have known over the past 40 years who really believed that we have a chance to win.
That is what has to change.
I say to you, for the 1,000th repetition, we are out of time and we have to get our act together.
Two things which we have to do in order to accomplish that.
First off, we have to make a serious effort to control the kind of people who associate themselves with the Northwest Independence Movement, and to keep those who are unsuitable for any reason away from us so that they cannot do harm.
I'm talking about the kind of people that Pam Emmerich referred to as not cops.
Not undercover FBI, not Jews, not part of the conspiracy, but just trouble.
It will probably always be impossible ever to completely keep troubled and troublesome people away from us, at sufficient arm's length so that they don't do us harm, but it is this terrible problem which has held us back for so long, and we have to at least try to address it for real, for once.
Now, if that means asking people for their socials and their DOBs as a first step to getting real, then that's what we're going to do, because we're out of time now.
We can't fuck around with all this gooboo silliness anymore.
Yeah, I know, famous last words, but we have to at least try.
Secondly, we have to learn to accept the world as it is, and that means that we have to quit running away from real politics.
I.e., the process of apportioning, obtaining, and exercising actual power.
For 60 years, we have been hiding off in little corners, muttering to ourselves, trying to work magic spells that will somehow turn back the clock and change the world we live in and somehow allow us to gain power without fighting for it and without risking anything.
Now, the founding fathers of this nation left us the Second Amendment for this very purpose, but we won't use it because we are too weak and soft and timid and frightened.
If that's going to be the case, and it looks like it's going to be the case, until we can somehow transform our own character...
Then we have to come out of our little corners and at least start paying attention to what's going on in the real world around us.
Because it's what's going on in the real world around us that's going to kill us off.
Now, do you know those idiots who try for a world record living and sitting in a room full of 50 or 60 poisonous snakes?
That's us.
Eventually, those fools always get bit.
Now, if we're not going to take the guns out of the closet and shoot the snakes, then we need to pay attention so we know where to step.
Anyway, enough clumsy metaphors.
Our time's up, so that's it for this week's edition of Radio Free Northwest.
This program is brought to you by the Northwest Front, Post Office Box 4856, Seattle, Washington, 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 Underban.
Freedom.
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