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Oct. 16, 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 woogle, hush and listen, and his cheeks were all aglow.
I bear orders from the captain, get you ready quick and soon, for the pikes must be together by the rising of the moon.
By the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon.
For the pikes must be together by the rising of the moon.
Oh, then tell me, Sean O 'Farrell, where the gathering is to be?
In the old spot by the river, rifle known to you and me.
One 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 wall cabin eyes were watching through the night.
Many a man, he chest was throbbing for the blessed warming light.
War was passed along the valleys like the man she's lonely crew.
And a thousand blades were flashing at the rising of the moon.
At the rising of the moon.
At the rising of the moon.
And a thousand blades were flashing at the rising of the moon.
Greetings to the Northwest Homeland, comrades.
It's October the 16th, 2014.
I'm Harold Covington, and this is Radio Free Northwest.
Okay, first up this week.
Several weeks ago, I was answering an email from a young man in California on the subject of what he termed esoteric Hitlerism, i.e.
the transformation of National Socialism into a mystical form of religion.
At that time, I mentioned that there was a man in Wisconsin who had done this very thing, who operated what amounted to an Adolf Hitler cult, and who, to give him due credit, was one of the greatest living experts on every detail of the life and writings of Adolf Hitler.
I offered to send the young man in California the link if he wanted, which he asked me for, and which I did.
The link was to a group called the New Order, and the head of that group was a man called Matthias Kael.
Yesterday, I heard that Kale died in his sleep on October the 10th from complications of colon cancer.
He was 79 years old.
I met Kale lived for many years in his Wisconsin ashram with a woman named Barbara Goetz, who was Commander Rockwell's former secretary from the 1960s, and who is now 84 years old and still going strong, apparently.
I never met this lady, but I have been assured by someone who's in contact with her that she's still very active and that she will keep the new order functioning.
Now, what happens when she goes, no one seems to know.
I'll say this for Kale.
He never seemed to have any difficulty attracting a small group of utterly devoted followers who stayed with him for years, and that's something I always envied him.
What happens to Kale's legacy is important because the group now called the New Order is all that is left of the original American Nazi Party, or the National Socialist White People's Party, as it was called when I came on board in 1972.
For many years, Matt Kale was the commander of the NSWPP, a title he took in memory of Commander Rockwell, who really was a commander in the United States Navy.
Matt Cale was in charge of the old party when I joined back in 72, and he headed the NSWPP until 1983, long after I left.
In that year, he basically liquidated all the party assets for cash, including at least two beautiful two-story headquarters buildings on Franklin Road in Arlington and Cicero in Chicago.
Cale took the money and used it to purchase the former Camp Nordland German-American Bund camp as his retirement estate.
He lived there for the next 31 years, putting out bulletins every three months or so, basically worshipping the number eight, or advocating esoteric Hitlerism if one wants to be more polite about it, i.e.
turning the National Socialist philosophy into a religion with Hitler as God, which is something that Adolf Hitler himself repeatedly stated during his lifetime was not to be done.
I suspect if Cale is granted the honor of a meeting with the Fuhrer in the afterlife, Dad is going to have a few choice words to say to him about what he did to Rockwell's party.
But we're not going to talk about that.
Shakespeare said that the evil men do, lives after them, while the good is often turred with their bones.
Actually, it's usually the reverse, and so let it be with Matt Cale.
Look.
The few remaining people who are listening to this, who are of my movement generation, will be aware of the fact that Cale's time as head of the NSWPP was, to say the least, problematic.
I myself will say only that, as with a certain other deceased fearless leader with whom I was also acquainted, there were and are serious questions about certain events in this man's life.
And at some point in time, historians who specialize in the obscure history of our wee little movement will attempt to answer those questions, although by the time any of them get around to it, I and the handful of other old coots and crones who remember will probably all be gone as well, so there won't be anyone left to explain what happened and why and spill 50-year-old secrets that nobody gives a damn about anymore.
Matt Kale was a very important man to me in my youth, and I do mean youth.
I was 19 when we first met.
I was the editor of the White Power newspaper for a year, and I worked with him closely in the Arlington headquarters on a daily basis.
I accompanied Kale on several trips around the country to Chicago and Cleveland and elsewhere, and he was very much a fixture in the early part of my life that made me what I am today, for better or worse.
I haven't seen him or had any communication with him for at least 20 years, but now he's gone, I'm missing a portion of my own past.
A man of whom it could be said, again falling back on Shakespeare, that we heard the chimes at midnight.
And losing somebody like that is always a sad thing for us old folks.
I've mentioned in the past that in my wild and woolly younger days, I had a couple of movement mentors in the spiritual, ideological sense.
One of these was Pastor Bob Miles.
Another was Major William Gadkey.
One was Byron Dillebeckwith, and yeah, they're all dead now.
Matt Cale couldn't exactly be called a mentor, except in the negative sense of demonstrating to me what not to do in some things.
And God knows we all have a lot of those kind of mentors, but the fact is that I kind of...
Learned the business from Matt Kale.
Now, I won't go into details on some of the things I picked up from Kale because as important as some of this is in the larger scheme of things, like so much in white nationalism, it sounds really bad and cynical when you hear it out of context.
Now, I will say this, although I was very passionately and angrily opposed to Kale in various ways during the 1970s and the early 1980s, I now understand why he did some of the things he did.
Now, I don't know if any of you have ever had an old enemy or at least someone who affected you in a negative way during the early part of your lives.
And as you grew older, you wished it was possible to sit down with that person and have a long, in-depth, calm, completely frank and honest and non-rancorous, non-grudge-bearing discussion with them about the past.
Where that person would finally drop all the bullshit and all the pretense and all the fancy footwork and give you a serious, detailed explanation as to what happened and why and what were the causal and motivational factors that led to certain things happening.
I always wanted to sit down and have a discussion like that with Matt Kale.
Now, there are so many things he could have told me.
So many things he could have set straight for history if he ever decided to do so.
I never heard of his writing any memoirs, and I can count on my fingers the times that I myself ever heard him or heard of him speaking about any of these really important secrets from our past.
And no, I won't say what secrets, because that would open up cans of worms that he can never close now, and that wouldn't be fair to him.
I didn't like the man, but I have no desire to spit on his grave.
But I will say one thing.
God, I'd love to get into Kale's files.
The old correspondence especially.
Fifty years of National Socialist and White Nationalist history.
Cale was old-fashioned, and he stuck to paper communication for years.
Hell, as I recall, he only got his website up and running about ten years ago.
And so far as I know, he never even had a personal email address, although I could be wrong about that.
If he had, he wouldn't have given it to me, anyway.
But I do remember those files from 1973 back on Franklin Road in Arlington when I was editing the party newspaper.
The correspondence, the back issues of right-wing and racial newspapers and publications, the newspaper clippings of party and racial events, the archives of various sorts, tape recordings, photographs, memorabilia.
That taught me more about the white nationalist movement up to that time than any college graduate student digging through newspaper morgues and running around with a cassette tape recorder could ever learn.
Now, I don't know what has happened or what will happen to Matt Cale's papers and files.
I presume Barbara Goetz or Art Benecker will still have control of them wherever they are, but Jesus, I hope some provision has been made for donating them to some secure university or other institution when the last of Kale's followers kicks it, and that they will be preserved and kept accessible to those of the future who really want to learn and not sealed and hidden away.
I myself have, down through the years, donated a lot of my own material to the Laird Wilcox collection at the University of Kansas, which is probably the largest collection of white nationalist material in this country outside government files and the files of the Israeli Mossad, etc.
The largest resource in private and non-aligned hands, shall we say.
I know that in the past, the Anti-Defamation League has made several attempts to buy the collection from Laird Wilcox.
Who I think is about my age, and they've offered him truly princely sums for the rights to it, offered to keep it at the University of Kansas.
All they ask is that they install their own librarian to be in charge of it at their expense, so that they get to decide who has access to the collection.
So far as I'm aware, Wilcox has never given in, although he seems to be retired now, and at some point in the past few years, the collection was relocated to the campus in Lawrence, Kansas.
Okay, while we're on the somewhat macabre subject, quick digression just for your general information, when I kick it myself, I have made a will.
I did it back in 2007, and certain people are designated to get what files and documents I have in my possession.
Now, I mention this because when Rick Cooper died in 2006, I tried to get hold of his files and his collected documents.
Rick died either intestate or there was some kind of dispute over who was to be his executor.
I can't remember which.
The argument was between Rick's sister, who lived in Coos Bay, Oregon, and a brother whom I never met who lived in California.
The sister was a party supporter, both old and new, and on my side, and she agreed to let me root through Rick's stuff and take what I wanted for historical preservation purposes.
She'd been to Rick's house in Goldendale, Washington, and she found what she described to me as a whole row of filing cabinets of documents, which were apparently mostly old racial newspapers and newsletters going back 30 years, but also a lot of private correspondence as well.
She loaded up her car with five or six boxes of stuff and headed back to Coos Bay with it, intending to come back and empty out the house properly.
I myself visited her in Coos Bay, and I went through what she brought out of the house, and I ended up driving back to Astoria with about four cardboard file boxes full of material, most of which ended up in the Laird Wilcox collection.
Meanwhile, before Pat could get back up to Goldendale, the brother in California, apparently with no legal right at all to do so, descended on the house in Goldendale one night with a moving van.
He somehow bribed or talked his way into getting possession of the keys off some lawyer, and pulled up a moving van and cleaned the place out of every stick of furniture and every item that might have been of value, including the filing cabinet's full of documents.
I can't recall exactly, this was almost nine years ago, remember, but the brother apparently either revealed to Pat in a conversation or else in subsequent legal proceedings she took against him.
Since she was the legal executor of the estate, anyway, the brother revealed that an unnamed third party had offered him $10,000 in cash for the filing cabinets and their contents.
The sister fell out of contact with me shortly afterwards, so I don't know if she's even still alive herself.
I don't know how that turned out.
Now, I know it sounds like I'm straying off the topic of Matt Cale's death, but in a way, this is relevant and important.
Love him or hate him, Matt Cale was immersed in this wee little movement of ours for almost 60 years, longer than anyone else I can think of, and he was much closer to the heart of things than I've ever been except for a few brief periods.
His papers and archives are historical documents that need to be preserved and organized and examined and kept accessible to normal people, not hidden away in some leased storage space by the federal government of the ADL of the Southern Poverty Law Center.
I know Kale's little circle is among the most secretive of cliques in a movement which is by no means known for transparency at the best of times.
But we need to do what we can to make sure that no unmarked trucks mysteriously pull up to that house in Wisconsin in the dead of night and start loading filing cabinets and boxes of documents and computer hard drives into the truck.
Really, guys, for better or worse, mostly worse, all that history belongs to us, not them.
If we lose Cale's files and papers, and we lose any chance of ever getting some answers as to who did what and when and maybe why and where the bodies are buried, maybe literally in Cale's case, we deserve those answers.
The generations to come deserve those answers.
And on that cheerful note, here's Gretchen.
Music Good evening, comrades.
Tonight I'd like to discuss another book by Marcus Willinger, and this is the one titled A Europe of Nations.
Now this is a young author who is very impressive, and he really gives himself with abandon to the movement.
This author is very upset with the bureaucracy in Brussels.
And he really blames the representatives of the UE for selling out Europe to foreign immigrants.
He's taunting the bureaucrats in this book.
He really accuses them of trying to form a super state that is really against the native Europeans.
He says that the bureaucrats should take the immigrants into their homes if they love them so much.
Now, one of the issues that he talks about in this book is the issue of the borders of Europe.
There was debate, and it's died down a bit these last few years, but The debate of whether or not Turkey would be declared a part of the UE.
Now this author is very much opposed to that.
Now as far as the eastern boundary, he says that Russia could potentially be a part of the UE.
However, the Russians really want their own sphere of influence.
And in that case, they cannot be part of the UE, but they may become partners to the UE.
Now, he does admit that right now in history, Europe is really ahistorical.
And so there are two schools of thought.
There are those who want to continue to follow the Americans and become like America.
But then there are others who would like to see a Eurasian empire.
Much like some of the other books I've discussed about anacrofuturism.
But this author really feels that Europe has a lot of its own issues right now and should really be concerned about securing its border.
The author really wants to see this issue of immigration put to a vote across the UE, and the author is sure that most Europeans would not support the flooding of their homelands.
He talks about having a European military alliance to replace NATO, but he says this force could have a pact with NATO, but again, it primarily defends European borders.
And this author is not interested in any foreign wars, but is interested in the issue of whether England would leave the UE and also the question of Scotland's independence, which was just recently decided, of course.
And talks about how America tries to align itself with South Korea and Japan in order to keep China at bay.
Now, naturally, this author is really desperate for a rebirth of Europe, but really says that at this point, Europe really has to concentrate on internal concerns, especially regarding the demographic crisis.
But this author really sees that hope comes from the East.
Because Eastern Europe was really spared corruption when it was under communism.
So this individual, even though it's often fashionable on the quote-unquote right to decry the years of communism, this author is really grateful for them because it saved Europe from the decadence of Americanization.
It saved Eastern Europe at any rate.
Now this author is very much against turning Europe into a second America because really this author sees Europe as very different and more different by the day.
Now, what this author sees as so very different is the predominance of Christianity within the states, and really says that Europeans have grown very jaded, and today's European is a mix of Greek philosophy, Roman morals, and Germanic traditions, as far as this author is concerned.
This author is really against the standardization that a super-state might bring and is very much for the diversity of nations within Europe and says that really Europeans who are now so jaded are very much closer to paganism than they are to any kind of dedicated Christianity.
And this author, rightly or wrongly, links Christianity with capitalism.
Now, as far as this author is saying about America, I think this is primarily true.
However, I think that the coastlines, I mean, if you go to the northeast coast, certainly, or, for example, really pretty much, well, all of the west coast, I would say, I don't know that you're going to find this kind of solid Christianity that the author is talking about,
but I think if you go into the interior, if you go into, well, maybe anywhere in a southern state, or certainly the Midwest, Yes, you will see a lot of Christianity.
In that sense, the author does have a point.
This is really obviously a book more recommended for a reader interested in the goings-on in Europe, and he also talks about the currency crisis and the northern currencies of Europe being too strong for the southern currencies.
So if you're interested in goings-on in Europe, then this is a book that you would enjoy.
And honestly, I think anyone really could find this book interesting, even if you're not that interested in Europe, but especially if you're interested in Europe.
This is one of those books that's available on Kindle, and as such...
It's a bit less expensive than getting an actual book would be.
So I thank you for listening, and I hope you enjoyed this review, and hail victory, comrades.
Outro Music by Ben Thede This is a kind of musical rock piece called Do You Believe in Ghosts?
I don't know if it's especially Halloween related.
Some guy in the UK sent it to me.
Can't recall who.
No details on the group.
No lyrics.
Although I seem to vaguely recall that this is one of our rock groups over there.
Maybe some of you can enlighten me, but it didn't sound too bad.
Music by Ben Thede
Greetings, comrades.
This is a trucker coming at you from Southern California on a load going from Illinois via the Southern Route to Southern California.
And on my way out of Arizona, coming into California, at the weigh station on the westbound side of I-10 by Ehrenberg, Arizona, at the Scale House, the U.S. Border Patrol had leased three dozen vehicles and a...
Border Patrol checkpoint set up there, and they were checking all vehicles.
They were just getting started, getting set up when I came through there this morning at approximately 9 o 'clock local time.
So, who knows?
The primate in the White House may be trying to set up checkpoints, checking for the Islamic terrorists or whoever that are trying to enter the country and head wherever.
It doesn't look like it was the first time it had been set up at that particular spot, but it is the first time I have seen that at that particular location.
Normally, the only time you see it is either side of the El Paso-Las Cruces area on I-10 and I-25 northbound, but never seen it that far into the United States.
Nowhere near the border.
Granted, the one in Texas is about 100 miles from the border, but that's a permanent point that has been set up there for years, trying to catch the wetbacks and whoever else coming across.
But they're now setting up roving checkpoints, and it appeared that it had not been the first time they had set up a particular location because they had the sandbags already sitting on the side of the road where they placed the signs.
They just gather up the signs and leave the sandbags to hold them in place there on the shoulder of the road.
So be advised, comrades, that who knows, with this Ebola thing coming down, Obungo might go and declare martial law and then you're going to be screwed and have to stay in the area that you're at.
And point two, I enjoyed catching Gretchen's comments on today's podcast about sending funds and stuff.
And here's another idea that I've been doing for a number of years now, because I have a almost seven-year-old grandson, and I would normally go and, when I go and empty my pockets out to go and take shower and stuff there at the truck stops, any change I would have, I'd dump out.
All the quarters would go in one container for laundry and the rest of the loose change would go into a separate container for our grandson and he's got hundreds of dollars in pennies, nickels and dimes now at the house to be put into a bank account or whatever.
We just go and empty our container when we get home into his container and then our daughter goes and...
Breaks it down and puts it into the appropriate sleeves for that size coin and takes it to the bank and cashes it in to deposit into his savings account.
So that might be another way for those of you that are tight on funds to get some finances or funding coming to help fund the movement and help Mr. Covington keep this operation afloat.
All right, this is just a few thoughts from on the road, observations and all.
So travel safe, comrades, and hope to see you in the homeland.
This is the Trucker signing off.
Greetings, Comrades.
This is the Trucker coming at you from on the road.
I've got all the back episodes now of Northwest Front downloaded from the website onto my laptop, slowly working my way through there, and I keep hearing this.
That Ms. Covington keeps putting out again and again and again and again.
Why aren't you up here?
Granted, I'm a little bit different boat than the rest of y 'all, because I've been up here in the Northwest since...
Early 1980, pre-Mount St. Helens, yes, we survived the blast of the mountain.
Yeah, eastern Washington, you'd get hammered pretty good, along with other parts of Washington.
We're in the ash path, and so, yep.
But if Yellowstone goes, which is on the edge of the homeland, everybody that's east of us is really going to get it.
But anyway.
Yes, I know.
You're probably tired of hearing it, but you really need to come up here, because I keep seeing news stories and stuff from back east about this cute little game that the Monkoids are playing called the Knockout Game.
Well, we don't have that up here.
Why?
Well, because a lot of us are armed, and they don't want to take the chance of...
Taking a swing at one of us armed individuals and having shots returned, and their little bleeding black ass is going to be sitting on the sidewalk.
So, if Ferguson blows up because of the police officer being not convicted, I'm sure that the riots are going to start up, because I just saw a news story about that, that they are claiming to be willing to die in the streets for their cause.
And who knows if that's going to spread nationwide.
It could.
I know when George Zimmerman was found innocent and stuff, we had a bunch of them apes on the side of the road holding signs and screaming up and down about St. Trayvon and his killer should have been brought to justice.
Well, yeah, I don't follow that, I think.
Trayvon got what he deserved, and that's one less nigger that we need to worry about and stuff.
And along with the Michael Brown character, yep, same thing.
Personally, I don't think the officer was guilty of anything other than trying to protect himself.
But, like I said...
If things blow up and stuff and they go and lock the country down and try to instill martial law and stuff because all the monkeys are going apeshit, what are you going to do then?
You're going to be stuck where you are at.
And as have grown up just north of Detroit, I am glad I am nowhere near that place.
Yeah?
You can be armed there.
Yeah, they got real cheap housing.
I mean, you can pick up a house for a couple thousand dollars from what I've seen on some of the real estate sites and stuff.
But do you really want to live there?
I know I don't.
So, yeah, the Californians may have driven up our housing prices a bit.
But you go and play your cards right, plan your escape before the shit hits the fan, you should be fine.
We have plenty of affordable housing up here in this area.
Like, what was it earlier this year?
The house right next door to me, it was a little, I think, two-bedroom place.
Sold for, I think it was in the mid-70s, maybe the upper 70s.
A little plot of land and stuff.
Nothing spectacular, but it beats having the monkeys going apeshit swinging around and burning your whole neighborhood down, and you're cowering in fear in your living room or your basement or somewhere, trying to avoid the bullets that are flying through your house.
Yeah.
Don't want that.
So, comrades, get your heads out your asses and get your assets up here.
This is Trucker, signing off for now.
Have a safe journey up here.
Have a safe journey up here.
It's been a short time to get there, cause I'm Chris Bound, just watch a bandit run.
I'm Chris Bound, just watch a bandit run.
I'm Chris Bound, just watch a bandit run.
I'm Chris Bound, just watch a bandit run.
Greetings, comrades.
This is the Northwest Nationalist, speaking to you from Northeast England.
Now, normally, I would speak about, or rather, I would reinforce the things that Hack normally has to tell you.
However, this week, I thought I should tell you about a little story that might make you so angry you might just up sticks immediately and migrate.
So, a few days ago, a friend of mine, who is from Kentucky, reported to me that your education system is presently covering the works of Jamaica Kincaid.
Now, previous to this incident, I had not encountered the works of Jamaica Kincaid, and primarily because of this, I had no reason to study her in any detail.
However, since I have encountered Jamaica Kincaid, and since I had the misfortune to read some of her work, I must tell you this.
That the depths of their deprivation and their hatred towards us knows no bounds.
These people, these cultural Marxists, are prepared to reject civilization if it means the last white man and woman will be killed.
It is as simple as this.
This is the enemy that we are dealing with here.
The work in question was, I believe, seeing England for the first time.
Or her take on England.
In all honesty, I'd rather forget that I'd ever read the book.
But it went along the lines of how she despised England because England had brought her civilization.
She despised her father's obsession with English things.
She despised the breakfast which she ate because it was English.
She despised the concept of breakfast because the concept of breakfast to her was English.
And she despised the concept of proper table manners because, to her, proper table manners are English.
You can see here the definite reversal.
Jamaica Kincaid is, in case you haven't already guessed, black.
You can see their refusal, rather, of civilization.
She writes that instead of having table manners, she would rather eat with her fingers.
And indeed, the Romans ate with their fingers.
But simultaneously, the Romans were hedonistic, and their civilization eventually collapsed to the superior Germanic peoples of the North.
Now, is it not total insanity for any person?
To reject civilization of any race.
And yet this woman willfully hates the English because of their civilization.
And hates, technically, civilization because it is English.
Now let's not beat about the bush here.
Civilization is an English thing.
We perfected civilization and brought it to most of the world, if not all of the world.
Now, this is not to say that England has invented everything, nor that we are somehow the masters of the world.
We certainly aren't, and I don't believe we ever were.
Our position was always very precarious, despite what you might read in history books.
And indeed, our conquests of the world were nowhere near the same as the battles the Central European powers had to face, which is why Germany was unified long after Britain came into being.
Now, this Jamaica Kincaid, after doing some small amounts of research...
Is a very interesting character.
You will find some very interesting things about her.
She fits the agenda of cultural Marxism absolutely perfectly.
She is a convert to Judaism.
You're probably all cackling by now at this absurdity.
And she has written many essays on how bad England is and how whites are somehow inferior.
It doesn't quite make sense.
None of her work is particularly interesting.
None of it quite makes sense.
I shouldn't recommend any of it to you, unless, of course, you all want a good laugh or are in the need of something that induces terrible amounts of anger.
This Jamaica Kincaid, I found her contact details and I sent her an extremely long-winded email.
I've probably wasted my time, but I sent her an extremely long-winded email explaining why she was wrong.
She would always be wrong, no matter how many times she attempted to make herself right, that her opinions on England were completely redundant, that she should grovel for forgiveness at the feet of the English for her mistake.
Stupidity of rejecting this great gift which she has been given.
Because if England had never existed, if, say, Europe as a continent never existed, the white race never existed.
Her little, looking for the correct word here, but I suppose I'll just go with black hole of a country, would never even have manifested itself as a country.
It would have always remained tribal.
And she herself probably would have died at the age of 20. I would say the most, the furthest I would go is 53. If she was very lucky, 53. And she would be wearing the typical tribal dress.
And that would be her civilization.
And it would be rather amusing at the end of this tribal life of hers for her to be able to see what could have been.
Now, if she realized this, if she realized how she has obtained civilization, personally, I believe she would top herself immediately, because everything she has, all of her worldly goods and all of the things that she enjoys, the clothes on her back, the society which she inhabits, are a direct result of England.
So you can probably imagine if Jamaica Kincaid understood this, or perhaps if by some remarkable occurrence she heard this Radio Free Northwest podcast right now, she probably would, because it would be so overwhelming.
It's difficult, very difficult, for me to grasp how they go about this agenda, this cultural Marxist agenda, because for me, it is so perplexing.
One simply cannot understand it.
Harold goes on time and time again about the fact that we're dealing with psychopaths.
And of course he's right, but there seems to be no shred of logic in what they are trying to do.
It's like there never could be any kind of logic in what they're trying to do.
And I feel firmly now, more than ever, that if we can somehow manifest a new movement in the Northwest with as many people there as possible, we can draw in as much support as we would ever need, as much support as possible.
What the white people of today lack is a sense of purpose and beauty and meaning, and I firmly believe that Rockwell's Stormtroopers gave white people meaning, purpose.
It is most depressing that we have lost Rockwell, or rather that Rockwell was lost to us.
One would think that had he lived longer, he would have made great advances on top of the great advances that he had already made.
It is difficult for the modern white man to comprehend just how close we have come to victory.
Any white nationalist who has a passion for history, especially military history, will tell you just how close we have come in the past to victory, to having that society which would have saved us from the disaster which we live in, this prison planet, this disaster planet, where the only country that isn't controlled by the Jews is Russia and, well, I suppose China to some extent, and one can only despair at the situation when it is the Slavs who have taken the upper hand in these matters and fighting Europe.
It is...
To say the least, a complete reversal of the Fuhrer's expectations.
And I imagine it would be the complete reversal of Alfred Rosenberg's expectation.
The situation which we inhabit now is a desperate one.
However, no matter how grave the crisis looks now, through our unalterable will and willingness to sacrifice, we will overcome this situation.
It is not the Jew that will endure, but rather, collectively, The White Race in the Northwest.
Now is the time.
Freedom is the banner.
And victory is the goal.
And you, you sitting there listening to this podcast, your duty is clear to you.
The purpose has been given.
To you, now is the time to carry the banner as your forefathers did and to begin the march that should have begun a long time ago.
You have been given long enough.
You have seen what is happening around you on a daily basis.
You have seen the prison planet which we live in.
You have seen the lack of options and the failure of other parties to create any support basis from which to draw a decent campaign.
If National Socialists worldwide do not begin migrating to the Northwest, then the situation will be completely untenable.
It will be too late to resolve crisis.
Whenever you feel that the situation is sliding into the abyss, always listen to the Fuhrer's speech.
30th of January, 1945.
Even in the darkest hour, he maintained hope.
Just as you should.
His heroic death cannot be in vain.
The heroic deaths of millions of Germans, millions of Italians, hundreds of thousands of Europeans, who Hitler refused to let go as stock shares for the Jewish marketeers.
You owe it to all of them to struggle, to survive, to fight.
I hope you think as clearly as ever about this situation.
March ever onwards, comrades.
I found this one lying around on my hard drive.
I've got all kinds of weird stuff lying around on my hard drive, and I honestly forget who did this one.
Actually, they're pretty forgettable anyway.
This one's called Hey Jew.
Hey Jew!
Don't tell me lies about gas chambers in Auschwitz.
Six million chimis are alive!
With the circumcised sons, ugly daughters and wives.
Hey, Jew!
The new Reich is here.
And this time, it is for real.
We have to stop your world by desecration of man.
You're Satan's fun, and not the chosen.
Hey, Jew!
In your synagogue, preaching hatred for the Gentile.
Remember, we know what you're up to, you Jew.
Zionism is communism, there's no denial.
Hey Jew, you hoop-nosed kike, with your dreams of world domination.
We fight until the glorious end, and this end is your extermination.
Hey, Chu, please stay away.
I don't need you to cry on my shoulder.
Now I know what you're all about, now that I am just a little bit older.
And you don't tell me lies about the gas-chip-brows in Auschwitz.
6 million Cucks are still alive With your fucking children And I'll be wise Ha ha ha ha ha Ha ha ha Hate you Ha ha ha ha ha Ha ha ha Hate you
ARE YOU?
Hahahaha, H reports.
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the the you Okay, now, a word on the Northwest Nationalist from England's presentation that I played just now.
Now, I always try to allow the guest speakers on here a lot of latitude, and I try to avoid any comments of my own that sound like I'm arguing or dressing somebody down or reading somebody the riot act, and I have to be constantly reminding myself that my way of thinking and doing things is not the only acceptable way, so forth and so on.
And that everybody does not bring my own worldview and experience to the table.
If somebody's audiophile submission is so wildly off-track or inappropriate that it's going to set off goat dancing, then I don't play it.
And still, sometimes I get snide remarks like I did over Lord Lucan and the aliens, although a lot of people actually want me to talk more about aliens.
Well, never mind.
That having been said, I have to comment on something that Northwest National said in his audio segment, which kind of took me by surprise.
Now, if I am to understand correctly, he was bitching about some stupid negress called Jamaica something or other, and some internet article she wrote for the neo-Marxists in Britain, and he actually emailed her with some kind of argument or scolding or attempt to debate her or do something like that, which in the United Kingdom is a dangerous thing to do, because it may well lead to the thought police coming to your door.
Why?
Why did he do such a thing?
What did he hope to accomplish?
Let off some steam?
Yeah, well, in Britain, letting off steam like that can get you five years in the nick.
Besides, white men don't need to let off steam.
We let off steam entirely too much, especially on the internet, where it simply disappears into all the madness.
We need to be changing the world, not letting off steam.
But beyond that, why on earth would anyone argue with or try to debate with or attempt to persuade a nigger?
Why would anyone talk to it at all for any reason?
To speak to it or try to debate with it or argue with it would imply A. Inequality or at least compatibility of intellect which doesn't exist in the real world.
It's an animal.
And B. Attempting to speak or reason with it implies that there is some accommodation or agreement that might be reached that might make these evil people who rule us stop what they're doing without our using physical force.
And that's simply not going to happen.
And there's every likelihood that because of our unwillingness or increasingly our inability to use force, our race is going to perish from the face of the earth within another hundred years.
And all the faces everywhere will be the color of mud and feces.
That is the reality of the world we live in right now.
And we don't need to be wasting what little time and internet bandwidth we as a people are able and willing to devote to the 14 words.
We, most of us...
Don't give the cause much time under the best of circumstances.
We spend our time dealing with family drama or floundering to get a minimum wage paycheck for 30 hours a week and buy some kind of a roof with that minimum wage paycheck to keep the rain off our heads.
We waste our time looking at internet porn or niggers kicking and throwing balls around the field.
We waste our time drinking ourselves insensible with gallons of cheap beer and whiskey to kill the pain.
Anyway...
What little fraction of our time that we do devote to the racial cause when we're not doing these things, we don't need to waste time arguing with niggers.
There is nothing to argue about.
We have nothing to say to niggers, and niggers have nothing to say to anybody.
There is no common ground.
There never has been, and there never will be.
They want what we got, and they are going to take it, and apparently we've decided we can't be bothered to stop them, because if we try, the bad man in the black body armor will come to our doors and do bad things and hurt us.
Now, what on earth would be accomplished if Northwest Nationalists were to somehow convince this Jamaica what's-it-she-boon by email that he was right and she was wrong?
Okay, now what?
What's she going to do, turn herself white?
Right, next up, I suppose I will get all kinds of nasty emails if I don't talk about Ebola, Ebola, Ebola.
It looks like the whole of our wee little movement is going completely Ebola mad.
We are fascinated with Ebola because it originates in Africa and it's killing kafirs over there at an accelerating rate.
And because of this, somehow we seem to have gotten the idea that it's racially exclusive and if it gets a foothold in this country at long last...
We have our divine intervention where we don't actually have to do anything or confront the men in the black body armor.
All the niggers are just gonna drop dead all around us from Ebola and become extinct like the dinosaurs without our having to lift a finger because God loves us so much and he's finally decided to be a good sport about this nigger business and just take him off the board.
Well...
The first obvious objection to this is that even if all niggers were to contract some kind of plague and drop dead next week, as pleasant as that would make our surroundings and as highly beneficial as that would be to society in general, it wouldn't really solve all our problems.
We've still got mestizos and gooks and kikes all wanting to come into our country and take what we have.
We still have a form of government which lends itself to corruption and waste and tyranny.
We still have wasted infrastructure and an economy that's falling to pieces and a world that hates us, so forth and so on.
Secondly, white people appear to contract the disease too, and the white gene pool, while it may need some chlorine in it, is not sufficiently large so that we can afford to have as many whites dying as blacks from any plague of this nature.
We suffered too badly in the past century with those two maniacal civil wars in Europe against our brothers.
White people, frankly, can't afford to lose any more of our shrinking gene pool.
Thirdly, it's not anywhere near an epidemic yet in this country.
There have been, what, four or five actual confirmed cases in the United States thus far?
Plus, a lot of raging paranoia in the media about people throwing up on airplanes and nonsense like that.
Now, yes, I agree, those hospital people in Dallas got caught on the hop, and they screwed the pooch on that patient zero from Liberia, and there may be some more cases in Dallas because the authorities refused to lock down those other Liberian niggers for days and let them run around town uncontrolled because they They were afraid of being called racists.
Won't be the first time that political correctness has killed.
Now, to be fair, the health services in this country have never had to deal with any kind of really serious plague outbreak since 1918.
Unless you count AIDS, which isn't a kind of rapid, drop-dead-on-the-spot kind of thing.
It's more of a slow, rotting-away kind of thing.
Also, to be realistic, the health services in this country are full of blacks and browns of various sorts in both administrative and low-level caregiving positions.
Now, for that reason, they aren't exactly models of efficiency under the best of conditions.
So, yes, more cases are possible, especially in Dallas.
But, no, I don't think there will be any black death in the United States leaving rotting non-white corpses in the street.
My guess is that once the existing power structure understands that a massive plague, wherein all kinds of people drop dead, would have implications for their own position, wealth, and power, they will find some way to do the necessary, i.e.
seal off direct immigration from Africa, and if necessary, on the southern border for a while.
They will never admit.
Publicly that that's what they're doing, but when wealthy liberal Democrats and corporate Republicans alike get it that this Ebola thing might cause them to become less rich and mess up the Dow and the NASDAQ, they will put a stop to it with downright draconian public health measures if necessary, and they will find some way to curb at least some immigration, if it has to be, at least privately and on the down low so no one calls them racist.
Long term, though, the story may be somewhat different and more significant for the world's surviving white remnant.
While I think Western societies will be able to get a grip on it, Africa itself is a different story.
Africa is overpopulated right now, thanks to the generations of white people providing medicine and economic subsidy and at least some political stability, so that the black man's natural enemies of disease, starvation, and homicide haven't been culling the herds as they should have.
Phenomena like Ebola may be Mother Nature's way of ratcheting things up a notch or two as she tries to bring the black population down to a more sustainable level.
I have a friend who is convinced that in Ebola we are at long last seeing the revolt of the scientists, who are finally stepping in to do what the political class and the military will not.
God, I hope so.
I've often thought that if we ourselves utterly fail in persuading our own people to break brave and confront the men in the black body armor, and if there is not some kind of economic collapse to where the men in the black body armor are no longer paid,
and if they continue to be paid their salaries and to do harm to others at the command of the existing power structure, then the only hope for a deus ex machina, a divine intervention of the kind that you guys spend your time surfing the internet waiting for, Would be some kind of revolt of the scientists.
Who would do just that?
Design some racially selective plague virus that would cover the earth and wipe out anybody with negroid genes.
Now maybe even that's too much to hope for.
Or maybe Ebola is it.
It'll be interesting to see how it plays out.
Yeah, I know all this sounds very extreme, but I want to be an extremist.
and so does Carl Klang.
Music.
As Mrs. and Mr. America fret, they huddle around their TV set, they worry and they sweat.
They're thinking I'm the enemy, the one they need to get, because their mind controllers tell them I'm a major threat.
The talking heads, the daily press, they cultivate stupidity and harvest ignorance.
They point a crooked finger and they're all unanimous, by calling me extremists cause I'm down on Zionists.
So now I want to sing a new song.
I want to be an extremist.
I want to join a militia and recamoflodge.
I want to be an extremist.
And run around and sing a rabble-rousing rebel song and sympathize with the skitties who realize it was the s**t who did the Germans wrong.
I want to be an extremist.
I want to get the job done.
Now what's so bad about being extreme?
If I'm extremely innocent, if I'm extremely keen, if I'm extremely paranoid, it's cause of what I've seen.
It's written in between the lines of every magazine.
The FBI, the CIA are working for the KGB and getting in my way.
Cause they don't like my politics, they dog me every day.
I'm getting tired of Telling them the problem is, oh baby, the enemy is communism I want to be an extremist I want to join a militia and recamoflash I want to be an extremist And run around and sing a rabble-rous and rebel song And sympathize with the skinnies Who realize it was a d-d-d-d-dermans wrong I want to be an extremist
I just wanna get the job done We are...
A common man, he's so confused He wants to know the truth, but all he gets is phony news His state of mind is captured by the mops opposing views His only guarantee is that he shouldn't be abused Some may win, but most will lose Their lives are only figments of the thoughts they cannot choose And that else you'll ever see me on the 6 o'clock news Exposing, lying, thieving, cheating, cognitive
Who made me sing you this song I want to be an extremist I want to join a militia and a camouflage I want to be an extremist And run around and sing a rap-a-ra-rap-a-meple-song And sympathize with the skittiest Who realize it was the sh*t who did the Germans wrong I want to be an extremist I want to be an extremist I want to get the job done I want to be an extremist I want to get the job done I want to be an extremist And I just want to have fun
Blah, blah, blah Ha ha ha.
It was to the effect of, how many people besides me, and that's the guy who was posting, how many people besides me download Radio Free Northwest every week and fast-forward over everything until they hear Harold's voice again?
People, please don't do that.
If you do, then you are really missing the point of all this, missing it very badly.
This is not the Harold Covington Show, or it shouldn't be.
It is supposed to be the Northwest American Republic show, or the 14 words show.
This show is not meant to be entertainment.
It's not a buffet where you can take what you want and leave the rest.
It is meant to be communication.
It is meant to produce in you one single, all-important physical result.
Your relocation here to the Pacific Northwest.
I sometimes get people asking me what a goat dancer is.
Basically, in the context of our present situation, it's someone who is stuck in a time warp, someone to whom it will always be the year 1996, and who cannot abide the fact that some of us, including myself, have been able to move on and to grow in stature and comprehension while they're still sitting in some dark room with their computers reliving those few short years to decades ago when they actually had a few friends.
Okay, that's a gross oversimplification, but suffice it to say that in their bitter jealousy and their rage at growing old and having missed the boat themselves, these goat dancers spend a great deal of their time trying to harm and impede the Northwest Front on the Internet and elsewhere, and to discredit us and me in the eyes of the people that we need to be reaching.
Yes, Virginia.
There are not only such things as middle-aged adolescents, we're now getting geriatric and near-senile adolescents.
One of the most serious accusations for many years made by these goat dancers was always that quote-unquote, Harold is just a one-man band.
He's just sitting up there in some undisclosed location, tapping away on his computer and deceiving you into thinking there's some kind of Northwest independence movement.
Now, for a time...
For those first few years, there was enough truth in that to hurt, and we still are nowhere near being the collective effort that we should be.
God knows I rant and rave about that on here almost every week.
The fact is that none of what these people say about me or the Northwest Imperative is true, or has ever been completely true.
I have never been alone in all this.
If I had been, I couldn't have survived.
But I need to let everyone see and hear that I am not alone.
And that I'm not just some lone nut sitting up here in the rainforest tapping or babbling into a computer.
It is absolutely essential that everyone hear for themselves other voices than mine in the Northwest, especially female voices, because we have to knock in the head this idea that we're a bunch of Neanderthals who want to keep white women as sex and breeding slaves, you know, that drill.
I would like to invite the young man who made that comment about fast-forwarding the show until he hears my voice again to make an MP3 file or two and let us hear his voice on here.
We do this for him as much as for anybody else.
The homeland is for everyone, and everyone's going to have to fight for it.
Well, 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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