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March 12, 2015 - Radio Free Nortwest - H.A. Covington
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Sean O'Farrell Sean
O'Farrell In the old spot by the river, right well known to you and me.
One word more for signal, token whistle of 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.
Greetings from the Northwest Homeland, comrades.
It's March the 12th, 2015.
I'm Harold Covington, and this is Radio Free Northwest.
Right, this week I engaged in an email exchange with one of our comrades that I won't read out verbatim here, but the crux of the topic under discussion was one of the oldest and most plaintive questions that white nationalists of every political and spiritual tendency have always asked.
Just what the hell is wrong with us?
White people are clearly facing extinction as a race.
The government under which we live is now clearly a dictatorship.
Since November 20, 2014, we have been living under a king who rules by decree and who has continued to do so, with no action at all being taken by the only allowable legal opposition party.
There is no hope at all of this horrible situation peacefully resolving itself in any way.
So, why the hell won't we fight?
And by that I don't mean tapping on computer keyboards.
Why the hell do white people as a whole not take some kind of direct action to change the world we live in and make these evil people who rule us stop doing what they're doing?
We haven't delved into that one for a while on Radio Free Northwest, so let's take another run at it.
Well, do you want answer number one, number two, number three, number twelve, or number twenty-seven?
There are a number of likely answers to the central existential question of why the hell won't the white man fight?
All of them valid to some degree or other, and all of them adding up to a kind of perfect storm or disharmonic convergence of cowardice, apathy, confusion, and stupidity that may yet spell the final doom for our race and civilization.
I'm going to talk about one of the lesser discussed, but I think more important reasons for our refusal to save ourselves, possibly even the overriding one.
It's not that white males are no longer capable of displaying physical courage.
We do it all the time.
White policemen, firefighters, and military people are brave and violent and aggressive in the defense of our master's interests every day.
Not to mention what I suppose might be called selfish violence.
We Americans are, in fact, among the most violent and aggressive people on the planet.
We will kill one another over money, over drugs, over sex, over perceived personal grievances, real or imagined, or out of just plain Looney Tune craziness at the drop of a hat.
But never out of political or racial reasons, and when we do go off the rails, our victims are almost all people of our own race.
Craig Hicks in Chapel Hill was a rare exception, remarkable for the very fact itself that when he flipped out, he killed wogs instead of other white people.
It's that uncommon.
As with everything about us white boys, it's not that we cannot do something, it's that we will not do it.
Why not?
What the F is wrong with us in that we will not be brave and violent and aggressive in our own racial interests and not for our lefty-lib, politically correct slave masters who are destroying us even as we fight their battles for them?
Now, the reason white men won't fight is because our lords and masters won't give us the necessary permission slip, and we have become so cowed, beaten down, and subservient to the existing system that we won't lift a finger to defend ourselves or our children without a permission slip from the 1%.
We are that convinced that they are our superiors, and we cannot, must not, do anything without their approval.
Now, someone once said that white people are the world's greatest rule-obeyers.
And when the rules are made by wicked people who decree that we must perish from the face of the earth, we obey them too.
We enjoy and desire order and structure in our lives so much that we maintain order and structure even when it's toxic to us.
We pay lip service to some abstract concept of freedom, but we've most of us forgotten just what it means to be free, which is mostly asking no other man's permission to exercise our own will to our own benefit.
Now, you know the old saying about how war is when the government decides who the enemy is, and revolution is when you decide for yourself?
I won't say that white males have completely lost the ability to decide for ourselves who our enemies are, because I personally think that by now, after three generations of this horror show, all of us, at least to some degree, know in the privacy of our own thoughts what the problem is and who the problem people are, and what the results are going to be if nothing is done.
But we seem to have developed, or more likely had socially engineered into us, some kind of mental block against actually fixing the problem.
We have become utterly incapable of translating that knowledge of what is being done to us and who's doing it into any kind of defensive action at all.
And I'm not just talking about armed insurrection.
I'm talking about the most simple of defensive actions like relocating oneself and one's family to a place of greater safety, like the Pacific Northwest, for example.
Not coming here and making your lives here simply does not make sense in any kind of realistic context of the world we really live in.
And yet getting new people to do it is like pulling teeth.
The Jews and the Democrats and the cultural Marxists and the schools and the media and the left-lib establishment, damn, we need a new term for the racial enemy, one that encompasses all of the above in a single word.
Maybe since we call non-racially aware whites muggles, we can start calling the whole enemy system Sauron.
Anyway...
Quote-unquote, they have managed to put a kind of mental and cultural mojo on us that makes any kind of act of self-defense literally unthinkable.
That's not completely effective, but usually it only fails in spectacular and self-destructive ways, like when that poor dumb bastard Craig Hicks in Chapel Hill flipped out and whacked those three ragheads, effecting not one iota of systemic change at all, and basically just committing a rather spectacular form of public harakiri.
The fact is that the white man has become domesticated.
We are no longer wolves.
We are dogs who heal at the Jews' feet.
We bite whoever they tell us to bite, and we joyfully accept whatever begging strips or doggy treats our masters toss us afterwards.
Sure, white men could still twist these bastards' boots off our necks and throw them to the ground any time we wanted to.
There's still enough of us, and we still have enough weapons and resources to do that.
But we won't.
Because we have become domesticated and we have fallen in love with our leash.
White men can still do heroic things, but not without a permission slip.
Someone has to write that permission slip for us.
Someone has to tell us it's okay to think and feel the things we do, that we don't have to be ashamed or embarrassed for thinking unapproved, naughty, racist thoughts, and that, yes, we are in the right, and we can put a stop to all this horrible stuff, and the only people who in our minds are allowed to write these permission slips are the people that we've been conditioned all our lives to pay attention to, to respect and revere and venerate.
People from within the system.
Within the familiar power structure, people from within the officially approved world of celebrity.
This is why the lefty libs are so quick to cyber-lynch anybody from within the world of power and wealth and celebrity who steps out of line on Twitter and social media and in the left-wing blogosphere and the media.
This is why they will even cyber-lynch one of their own, like Alec Baldwin, who got irritated by a paparazzi and dared to utter a politically incorrect word.
This is why some Ferguson, Missouri cops were fired recently, because some emails of theirs were dragged out into the open, and this is one reason why the system monitors and intercepts and archives all emails and text messages now that they have the technical capability to do so, so that more and more there is no such thing as a private conversation, all the more so for anyone within the world of celebrity.
That celebrity and money and fame comes with a price.
If you want into that world, no matter if it's through TV or movies or sports or politics, the price is you must live in a goldfish bowl where your every utterance is monitored to make sure that you never break the lefty-lib lockstep.
This is why they were so enraged when Phil Robertson of Duck Dynasty told him to go take a flying leap when they tried it on him.
When someone from the world of celebrity gets caught, they're supposed to writhe and grovel and shit themselves apologizing all over the place, lest the lefty-lib cyber-lynch mob take away their fame and their status and send them back into the great unwashed.
Because if someone from the world of politics or celebrity were allowed to get away with any stepping out of line and prove that he could survive the cyber-lynch mob...
If what he was saying was what the vast majority of white people think and believe in the privacy of their own thoughts, then he, or maybe she, could gain a vast following, and it could be that that person might get to the point where they could, if they so chose, write a permission slip for us white boys to throw the Zionist monkey off our backs.
Decades ago, back when I was first getting into the movement and reading all the old files and publications at the old Franklin Road headquarters in Arlington, I came across an article in one of the lesser-known periodicals.
I can't remember which one.
I can't even recall the title of the article.
It was by a writer using the name K.G. Holm, H-O-L-M.
And he talked about this very question, why the white man, in his opinion, will never revolt.
Holm talked about the 5% of our race who have that special quality, exclusive to Aryans, of vision and leadership and boldness, what I call the alpha gene.
But what he called in-elites and out-elites.
In-elites are people who have that special characteristic of talent and drive and ambition, but who choose to exercise and develop it within the existing system.
In our terms, from within government or politics or the military or entrepreneurial business, and even as decayed as our present structure is, I think a lot of people in power and positions of influence these days are this kind of individual, the in-elites.
And they're pretty much who keeps the system functioning even as well as it does.
Probably a large part of the reason the United States and other Western regimes haven't collapsed already.
But there's a smaller grouping among that top 5% called out-elites.
People who have that special gene, that spark of leadership and adventure and Aryan will to conquer, but who for whatever reason have either been denied entry to the system or who choose not to work within it.
Holm pointed out that most successful revolutions during the 20th century were organized and led by out-elites from outside the system, men like Hitler, Mussolini, Lenin and Mao, and Khomeini, although of course no one knew who Khomeini was at the time Holm was writing.
Now, I think at the end of World War II, the powers that be figured out that in order to preserve their world order indefinitely, they had to figure out some way to neutralize these out-elite personalities and never allow them to gain a foothold in the popular consciousness.
And I think a lot of the whole media control and censorship and cultural Marxism thing down to the succeeding generations has had to do with introducing a deliberate uniformity of thought among the masses.
And socially engineering them to not respond to and indeed to reject any attempt by out-elite personalities to get them to take direct action for a change.
Or better yet, to make sure that they never hear those out-elite personalities, never know who they are.
This is how liberalism and Zionism have reached the status almost of established religions, with an orthodoxy that whole generations of white people have had hardwired into their brains.
And part of that hardwiring is to teach us from birth never to listen to anyone or anything that does not come to them from the top down with a hecksure, a kosher seal of approval, so to speak.
Television especially has created this mindset among white people that white boys are allowed to kick up their heels and shoot them up and go yee-haw only in the service of those red, white, and blue stereotype causes and ideas that have that kosher seal of approval, fighting for Israel kind of thing.
And for white boys, thinking outside the box is not only wicked and evil, it's become damn near impossible because of the way our culture and thought processes have been manipulated.
I have in past episodes repeatedly gone over the question of why I say nigger, and I've linked it to the Orwellian concept that he laid out in 1984 of the use of language to control thought.
A young white people today grow up in an entire artificial culture, a culture that is unnatural and toxic to them, the purpose of which is to make it impossible for them even to think about revolting against the system.
They literally don't have the language or the historical knowledge or the blueprints in their minds with which to express these incoherent thoughts of rage and rebellion and revulsion which they feel at the way that they're forced to live and behave.
They know that they hate the world they're forced to live in, but they literally have no idea what to do about it.
They have been deprived of the necessary knowledge, self-awareness, and context to express those ideas.
And so what we get periodically is guys like Craig Hicks snapping and picking up a gun.
Although I suspect that in their own minds, even as they're doing it, they have only the vaguest idea of why.
The mental conditioning and social engineering that white kids have been subjected to all their lives compels them to wait until somehow someone from the world of celebrity or television or politics or...
Some famous individual writes them a permission slip, telling them it's okay, and until that happens, they will simply continue to fester and boil inside.
This is part of the reason, I think, that the Northwest Front is so completely and effectively blacklisted, to the point where, when Rachel Maddow broke ranks in 2011 and gave us our first nationwide publicity, within two days, someone from inside the power structure got hold of her and read her the riot act and made her pull the plug.
When the time finally comes when I get my door kicked in in the dawn and the secret police come charging in either to drag me away to Guantanamo or else simply shoot me, it will be because some bureaucrat or analyst in the dictatorship has decided that I'm getting perilously close to the point where I might be able to write a small permission slip to white boys to change the world we live in.
Now, it could be this is the partial explanation of what's happened to Edgar Steele and Bill White.
Maybe somebody decided they were getting close to the point where they might be able to write at least a small permission slip for white boys to be white boys again.
But then, you guys already have my permission slip.
You got five of them, in fact.
They're called Northwest Independence Novels.
If you haven't read them, why not log on to Amazon.com and order your copies today?
You'll find over half a million words of permission in there.
And here's a little male chauvinism here for you.
This is the Tannehill Weavers.
Thank you.
Thank you.
A trooper lad came here in the night, we're riding, he was weary.
A trooper lad came here in the night, when him shone bright and clearly, she turned the trooper by the horn and let him take a chamber.
Gave him cheese and wine to drink, and the wine it was like amber.
And the wine it was like amber.
Bonnie Lassie, I'll lie near you now, Bonnie Lassie, I'll lie near you.
I'll get all your rubbin'Jules in the morning And I'll leave, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah She made a baby blang and white, made it like a lady Tain a coatie out of heat, same trip around, get ready Pony lassie, I'll lie near you, do Pony lassie, I'll lie near you I'll get all your ribbon, she'll in the morning
there, I'll need you I'll get all your ribbon, she'll in the morning there, I'll need you They hadn't been but an hour and a half a quarter when drums come beating up the street and every beat was shot up.
Bunny lassie, I'll lie near you, bunny lassie, I'll lie near you.
I'll get all your dribbin' chillin' in the morning air and leave, yeah.
And when will you come back again, my dear soldier like you?
When will you come back again?
And be your bear, nice daddy Funny lassie, I'm gonna leave you now Funny lassie, I'm gonna leave you When heather bells grow cockle shells Then I'll come and see you She'd take her coat to your feet And follow them
up, chase them land Grace it first, she'd hit me boo He'd let her end on family Funny lassie, I'll lie near you now Funny lassie, I'll lie near you I'll get all your clubbing June in the morning at a leave, yeah Late lassie, I'll lie near you Funny lassie, I'll lie near you I'll get all your clubbing June in the morning at a leave, yeah Good night, good night,
good night Thank
you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Last week we were talking about persuading people and things like that.
Pick back up there and just kind of continue on.
Yeah.
Okay, so give me an example.
Next door neighbor, I know that they don't like what's going on.
We've chatted about the crime going up in the area.
I know that they don't want their daughter dating a black guy.
How do I get that message to them?
How do I convince them or persuade them?
First you have to know what their real attitudes are like we were just talking about.
On a personal level, you may be able to find that out just through conversation with somebody.
When we're trying to do this to a mass audience, to a whole ton of people, then you would have to get some kind of survey research and things like that.
But on a personal level, usually, once you know the person pretty good, you've got a pretty good idea what their ideas are, what their values are.
The values, what they are, is beliefs about what is important.
Usually, these things are really deep-rooted, but they can be shattered when the constructed reality falls apart, when they see.
Things that just don't line up with what they've been told is so.
They're persuaded by three categories that we can say are persuasion methods.
One is the emotional argument.
We make the person feel a certain way with a message.
What's the thing we see all the time on TV?
The commercial about all the sad-looking dogs and cats.
We need some sad-looking white people being beat by niggers.
Exactly.
When people see those dogs and cats, they feel sorry for them.
They feel sad.
If you could do that with people, yes, it's the same kind of a thing.
Yeah, you'd never get anything like that on TV.
Right.
But you're saying that's the kind of message you need or the response you want with an emotional message.
Right, and the emotional argument can be negative.
It can be positive, too.
It's just something that appeals to somebody's emotion.
Another one is the credibility of whoever the person is that's talking.
Celebrity.
They use, what's her name?
Every channel I go, she's on.
Yes, every channel I go, because she was overweight, she's now a credible spokesperson for losing weight.
You know, this could be a politician.
This could be somebody that everyone, you know, just believes because of who he or she is.
So that's another way to persuade by who the talker is.
Or if you just sound convincing, sometimes is enough.
The last one is a logical argument.
Unfortunately, that seems to be the one that works the least because people don't pay attention to it.
They don't have the attention span for it.
What we're saying is not logical to them until some of this stuff affects them and then they open their eyes and it makes sense to them.
Yeah.
So there's the emotional argument, who the spokesperson is for the message in a logical argument.
Here's something else.
The more someone knows about something, the harder it is to persuade the guy to a different view with any of these techniques.
Well, and the other thing also, the less they know about something, usually it's easier to convince somebody.
If you don't know something about nuclear physics, and some guy, he's a scientist, and he's trying to tell you about how nuclear reactions work or whatever, you know, well, I don't know much about that, so, well, he sounds good, so it makes sense to me.
However, if I'm another physicist, and I know exactly what he's saying and other aspects of it, I may reject his argument.
So that's how that works.
But it's so hard to make the logical argument.
Rush Limbaugh pulls his hair out trying to make a logical argument every day.
Since everybody can identify with him, you see the example.
And he knows that, just like we know, people don't have the attention span or the patience for that.
It's who the guy is and how it sounds emotionally.
One thing that does work, though, is repeating something, especially if somebody has only passive interest or doesn't know too much about something.
If you repeat a message, and this has been proven over and over, and that's why it's done with advertising and political campaigns and all that, if you just repeat something over and over, something that sticks in people's brains, they're going to start believing that's true.
It doesn't matter what it is.
The general white public is just like any other large audience, but the activists are going to be different.
They're going to know a lot about their subject matter.
They're probably going to be persuaded with logical arguments, and the credibility of the talker is going to be important.
I think he was backpedaling on some of his views, it sounded like, wasn't he?
The interview that I saw on CNN, I think it was, totally not acting like a Klansman and trying to sound like just...
Joe next door neighbor guy.
And I'm not saying that's bad.
Just as a side note, my daddy was a Klansman for a short period of time in the Deep South.
Your daddy was a Klansman?
I knew where the meetings were.
Yeah, I think at one point they got a little bit out of hand and he pulled out real fast.
I grew up with crosses being burned when blacks moved in or if you had a biracial.
That's just the way I came up.
David Duke wasn't a big word for us.
It was about our local people, though, taking care of each other.
Sure.
Just a side note, since I hadn't gotten to say that much this time, I thought I would just throw that in there, just a little bit of tidbit of information about me.
Yeah, well, we didn't have those so much up north, but those ethnic neighborhoods, I'll tell you, when the Negro moved into those, they'd burn it down sometimes.
But this was going back to the 70s.
Anyway.
You said how old we are on here.
Well, I was a kid.
All right.
So I still said how old.
You're right.
Anyway, whether we like it or not, we have to deal, I think, with what is and not what we think should be.
I'd say a lot of people, it seems, in the cause are so upset about how everyone should be, what their work ethic should be and what they should do and how they should be and all this.
That goes into a little bit about the t-shirt youth and stuff that Harold was talking about.
Lots of comments on there.
I enjoyed reading those.
We were all thinking about it.
And to me, the big message that I got from that or what I came away from that is we're all scared we're going to get some nut out there with the t-shirt youth that's going to do something that will make us not even credible at all.
So that's something that we'll have to work out.
You know, I challenge everybody that's got...
Some specific opinions to get something to Herald.
Give him a plan that you think that will work on screening or vetting these people.
I had an idea and Stefan kind of said, wait a minute, I don't think that's going to work because I said I could just hand out pamphlets to every white homeless person I see in our area because that's all I see is white homeless people.
I don't see black homeless people.
I see white homeless people, and they're not all druggies and alcoholics and everything else.
They're people that ended up there just because of the situation we're in.
But he pointed out that there's so many issues with that that you've really got to take a step back and have a good plan.
A lot of these people are alcoholics and drug addicts.
But in this day and age, I think there's more people that just because of not having a family and not having a job or a skill in a bad economy, that there's probably regular people that it happens to way more than it used to.
Well, folks live paycheck to paycheck.
There's not enough money to save, or they don't know how to save, or they haven't saved, or circumstances have kept them from being able to save.
When you live paycheck to paycheck and you lose your job to the spick or the nigger, then sometimes you are out on the street.
So that's the kind of group of people that I was hoping that we could pull into that aren't necessarily...
Are T-shirt youths what we must deal with?
Are they?
I have one thought on this, that the term...
T-shirt youth.
That's one of those mental shortcuts or generalizations to try to sum up really what's a complex group of people.
There's a lot of different kinds of what we're seeing are T-shirt youth.
Right.
When I hear T-shirt youth, I think skinhead.
But that's really not what we're talking about, and that's not what Harold's talking about, I don't think.
He's talking about those kids that are displaced because they can't find a job and they've not had any direction and they know something's wrong.
Don't you think that's what he's talking about?
Harold, you'll have to clarify that for us, too, maybe.
I think that's what he's thinking when he says t-shirt youth.
It's those kids that can pick up that are really kind of lost.
But just need somebody to help them focus.
Well, unfortunately, there is a lost generation.
I don't know, what is it, the millennials?
Or is it the Generation Y that came before them?
I think it's the Generation Y. The millennials are all on their...
A different kind of people exist in the bulk compared to before, for sure.
There's no question about that.
But here's my point.
We have to try to reach them or any other audience according to what they are and what they believe and what their current situations are.
Not what we think that they should be.
A lot of people like to compare to the past, the history.
We look at history.
We look at Germany.
We look at the Roman Empire.
We look at the British Empire 300 years ago and different periods of white history that are great examples of our people in science and in art and in bravery and in all kinds of wonderful things.
But this is a different time.
This is now.
And we have to remember what we did in the past, but we cannot apply the same things that were applied in those times now.
It just won't work.
It's a different time, and different strategies have to be used now because of what the reality is.
Anyway, we've got, like, people racing around outside here.
Yeah, that's one of the things we hope to not be around soon.
Right.
I hope we find a quiet place over there near one of those fingers of the Puget Sound up there.
What was it?
We were telling some friends that we're moving to the northwest.
I said, why are you going up there?
And Stefan said, that's where the white people are going.
So something just that simple, repeating it over and over.
Well, that's where the white people are moving.
That's where everybody's going that's not happy with all the crime and all the jigs and stuff.
They're moving to the Northwest.
That's where I'm going is where there's people like me.
You never know when you're going to plant a seed by just mentioning a little offhand comment like that.
You know, we told you last week that we were selling our stuff.
Somebody came over and bought some of our stuff a few days ago, and this couple had just come from that area.
Oh, I know.
Isn't that interesting?
I don't know if they were in the military or what, but they...
No, they were not military, but it was construction, but...
Oh, yeah, that's right.
They stopped and the man said, people are different up there.
We asked him what he liked better, if he liked it here in Jungle Land or if he liked it up there, and they both...
Totally agree that they liked it up there better, even though it's warmer here.
And they didn't seem to be able to put their finger on anything exact.
They were a little bit younger than us.
So a lot of people, when they get up there, they get around that.
They know it's right, but they can't put their finger on what it is.
And I guarantee you that couple will probably figure it out a few months from now, what it is down here that's so different from up there.
Oh yeah, they will.
We are way over on time.
Sorry.
So we'll look forward to...
Continuing along this line of thinking, depending on the kind of reaction and comments we get, give us any ideas.
This is an ideas forum, too.
I'm just telling you some ideas out of my experience, and same thing with Ms. Annie.
All right.
See you next time.
Bye.
Here's a little bit of Arian history for you.
The Franco-Prussian War of 1870 was a massive military disaster for the French.
It all came to a head at the Battle of Sedan in September of 1870.
It's an interesting example of what happens when the Germans fight the French without the Americans and the British on their side, because basically the French threw down their rifles and they ran.
It was a total complete...
Overwhelming defeat, but there was one exception.
There was one French regiment who, for some reason, whatever stirs men to behave in this manner in a time of crisis, did not throw down their weapons and run.
They actually stood in their assigned place, and they fought to the death against the oncoming Germans, and got pretty much wiped out for their trouble.
It's kind of the French version of Custer's Last Stand, or the Alamo.
And after the defeat of 1870, somebody wrote a march commemorating these men's heroism.
It's called the Regiment of the Sombra at Meuse.
And here it is, a relic of heroism from a battle long ago in a war that no one remembers or cares about.
The End
The End The End Thank
you.
Thank you.
We've got a long way to go, and a short time to get there.
I'm best found just like a band that runs.
If you put hard on the belt, some never mind it breaks.
Let it all hang out cause we gotta run the baby.
Now we're to the boys.
Comrades, this is the trucker coming at you.
I'm headed westbound across New Mexico on I-40, just cleared Albuquerque, and I want you all to listen very carefully.
Do you hear that thudding sound?
Yeah, it's real faint, but if you listen to it closely, you'll be able to hear it.
It's Mr. Covington, Andy Donner, and the rest of us.
Up here in the Northwest, beating our heads against the wall and the desks, wondering why the hell you're not coming out here.
Alright, obviously you're not going to make a planned migration.
I've got that.
You're just so happy where you're at that eventually something's going to happen and the monkeys are going to go wild.
Be it if you're down there on the Gulf Coast or the East Coast all the way up into the Northeastern states.
Yeah, a couple years ago we did have Hurricane Sandy come through there and raised holy havoc up there.
But that's not the first hurricane to wander in there.
Earlier in the last century they had another big hurricane that blew in and raised all kinds of havoc.
Back in the 1800s in the Midwest, there, the Madras Fault, I mean, that one let loose, and can you imagine if something to that magnitude happened today?
It would pretty much sever everything running along the Mississippi, drop all kinds of bridges, and those of you over in the eastern states...
Would definitely be screwed because that little ditch called the Mississippi is one big obstacle in your way to get out here to the homeland.
Also, back in the 1800s, I forget exactly what year it was, there was that CME, or coronal mass ejection.
For those of you that don't know what that is, it was a big solar flare that knocked out the things how it was before.
Electricity had really made its comeuppance like it is now.
It wiped out the telegraph lines, fried them pretty good.
So, that was to happen today.
Guess what?
You're on foot because of all the electronics in your car.
The power lines would be out and stuff because it would fry all the electric stations, substations, and the power plants because everything's run by computer and microchip nowadays.
And if you happen to have one of the older vehicles that still uses points and condensers...
Oh, that's right.
You probably don't know what that is.
Well, that's in the days before fuel injection and electronic ignition, back when we had points and condensers to run all our engines, with the exception of diesel.
Of course, diesels nowadays, they run out of electronics, too, because of fuel economy, California Air Resources Board, and all that kind of crap.
They've got to go and electronify everything.
Yeah, I know that's not a real word, but hey, what the hell.
Alright, so, you wait.
Well, if you're loaded down with crap, and especially if you're pulling a trailer...
You're not going to be getting that.
You'd probably be lucky to get 10 miles to the gallon, so you're looking at, oh, maybe 300 or so gallons of fuel to get out there to the northwest.
Where in the heck are you going to stick it?
Well, I guess you put another trailer on there to carry that.
There goes your fuel mileage even more.
And if it's bad enough, or you need to exit the area, guess what?
There's a bunch of other people going to be trying to mass-exit this, too.
And trust me, I put enough miles out here on the big road and the little roads every year to know that all it takes is one fender bender, one vehicle crapped out at the wrong point, and everything is hosed up.
Just yesterday, coming across Missouri, they're on I-44.
I don't know exactly what caused it, but there was a Camaro came through the cable median barrier across the westbound lanes twice.
Managed not to hit any westbound vehicles, and ended up back in the cable median barrier.
And the dust hadn't even settled by the time I got there.
I saw the car coming to rest.
And I had it on video dash cam and posted it on one of my trucker pages.
But, yep, that's all it takes is one car screwing up, and that screws up the whole damn interstate.
See it all the time down there in California.
Anywhere in the country, actually.
That's just a little screw-up.
What happens if there's weather related, too?
Like when I was coming this past week across Montana, headed to upstate New York with a load of seafood.
That guy had passed me towing a closed snowmobile trailer.
I guess he was going to be going up there and playing in the snow there somewhere in Montana.
And he hit an icy patch and lost it.
And his pickup truck stayed upright, but his play toy trailer was laying in the middle of the lanes, blocking both lanes on the eastbound I-90.
Yep, that'll make your day.
Fortunately, there was enough room for me to get around him on the shoulder.
There wasn't much I could do with him.
There was a few cars in the drawer and he stopped, and he wasn't injured.
He was out talking on his cell phone, I guess going and calling for assistance.
I see this day in and day out, just about every day of the year that I'm out here on the road, I see this.
Now, just to give you an idea, the truck I just got out of, I was in it a month shy of five years, and between me and Mrs. Trucker, we managed to rack up 984,000 miles on the truck.
If you do the math, that's just a little over 16,500 miles a month.
Most of you guys don't do that in a year.
So trust me, I see a lot of crap out here on the road on a daily basis.
And if you think that you're going to bug out at the last minute and make a neat orderly exodus clear across country to the homeland, you're full of it.
Yeah, ain't happening.
The last time I did a cross-country run on something other than 18 wheels under me was back in my Navy days.
I was on a motorcycle, left Northern Michigan on Tuesday morning, and was in the homeland, Wednesday evening, in my own bed.
That was from Northern Michigan all the way to Pugetnopolis.
Trust me, I did not have any problems.
That was a nice, smooth, easy run on the bike, stopping for fuel about every 120 to 150 miles.
And that's with plenty of fuel stations that had plenty of gas and all that all the way across the country.
If we have a major problem, and there's no power, or weather takes out the power grid, or something, where are you going to find fuel for your vehicle?
You're going to be up shit's crick.
So, I'm not sure what all you plan on doing, waiting for the last minute to do it.
You should be planning your migration well ahead of time.
Better yet, you should have already been out here.
Okay, well I guess I've ranted long enough.
This is the Trucker, signing off for another Tidbits from the Road and View from the Windshield.
So, hope to see you all out here in the homeland soon, comrades.
This is The Trucker, signing off.
This is The Trucker, signing off.
I want to add a little something to the trucker's piece this week.
Now, if I had to recommend that you folks out there read just one chapter from any one of the five Northwest Independence novels, and for that matter, from the two anti-Clinton novels I've written, and I had to select which single chapter of those books conveyed the most crucial ideas that it is the most important for you to internalize, I would recommend that you read Chapter 5 of Freedom's Sons, the chapter entitled That Tuttle in Town.
That chapter tells the story of a working-class white family in Chicago, the Horikova family, who one day experience a racial incident in their lives that threatens all of them, and one family member in particular, and that's it.
All of a sudden, the issue of race can no longer be ignored or evaded or hidden from.
They can no longer pretend the problem doesn't exist.
Race is there, quite literally, in their living room.
It can't be kept out anymore.
And it's coming for them, and there is no way to deter or appease it.
The race issue has marked their family, and it's coming for blood.
That is going to happen to all of you someday, in one form or another.
Yes, it will.
Now, I won't spoil the plot for those of you who haven't read Freedom's Sons yet, but basically the Horikova family has a problem which all white people will one day face in one way or another.
They've got a racial incident on their hands and they've got about 12 hours, maybe less, to figure out what to do before the entire legal and paramilitary might of political correctness comes down on them.
And so they do the only thing they can do.
They flee to the Northwest with only the shirts on their backs and what they can cram into a battered old van.
And the chapter consists of their many adventures during that flight to freedom.
Now that is what you are going to have to do one day if you don't get your act together and migrate now.
If you survive whatever your particular incident is, you're going to have to flee.
Flee to the Northwest with nothing but the clothes on your back and hope to God you can get through.
Yes, that is going to happen possibly sooner than anyone thinks.
In the name of all that is holy, why not let common sense and prudence dictate the remainder of your lives, not some stupid racial accident and not the inexorable progress of historical events?
Start planning your homecoming now.
Start saving your money.
Start looking for work and accommodation here in the homeland and really do it.
Don't just pay lip service to it.
It is possible that the 2016 national election may be some kind of turning point, depending on how things go.
Well, maybe.
Make a vow to yourself that on that night in November 2016, you will be watching the election returns that coronate Hillary Clinton as Queen and Empress from your new home in Idaho, Washington, Oregon, or Montana.
Come home now, people.
It's time.
Okay, so far we've had a Scottish song and a French march.
I kind of try and keep things a bit balanced.
At least two of you folks out there have recently given me whole huge thumb drives of music that you would like to hear played on here, including one comrade at a get-together this weekend.
Now, I apologize like hell, but I simply have not had the time to sit down and listen to all of these, which I swear on a stack of mine comps I will do very soon.
But for the moment, for our third music break, I've simply slapped together a kind of medley from the Sharps Rifles soundtrack.
Now, I normally don't recommend TV programs for obvious reasons, but there are a handful of exceptions, mostly British programs.
And I heartily recommend both Sharps Rifles and the British Hornblower series if you're into Napoleonic dashing derring-do.
Great stuff.
He kindly saluted a fair maid by the waving of his hand.
So boldly then he kissed her and he passed it off as a joke.
Drilled her into his sentry box wrapped up in a soldier's cloak.
For the drums did go, the rat-a-tat-tat and the fives so loudly play.
Very well, Polly, me love, but I must be going away.
Polly, me love, but I must be going away.
Tuppens I got for selling me clothes Tuppens for selling me blanket If ever I list for a soldier again Devil shall be me sergeant Poor old soldier Poor old soldier If ever I list for a soldier again Devil shall be me sergeant Back
during the summer, for a couple of months, I ran a feature on Radio Free Northwest called Chies Custodiet Ipsos Custodes, which is Latin for Who Guards the Guardians.
Now, in this weekly feature, I would get into the various scandals, misdeeds, and fuck-ups of our wonderful secret police organs, mostly the FBI, but also the Secret Service, the ATF, etc.
I got into things like the famous FBI lesbo sex triangle between mystery writer Patricia Cornwell, a female FBI agent, and her deranged husband.
The Secret Service, underage Colombian hooker scandal, all kinds of other stuff that was good for a laugh at the expense of the dictator's servants.
I suspended that feature from RFN after the September 2014 murder of Edgar Steele in the Victorville Fortress prison out of respect for Steele's memory, and also as a reminder that none of this stuff is funny because it's happening to real people in the real world.
But there's no saying that comedy equals tragedy plus time.
And a lot of you've asked that I revive the series, and so we'll do that this week, even though I'm running long, and I'll have to make this one fairly brief.
FBI Special Agent Matthew Lowry.
Come on down.
There's a man who leads a life of danger.
Everyone he meets, he stays a stranger.
Read every move he makes, another chance he takes.
Odds are he won't live to see tomorrow.
Secret Asian Man, Secret Asian Man.
They're giving you a number and taking away your name.
The narcotics had been seized in an undercover sting called Operation Midnight Hustle.
Lowry wrote on a log sheet to explain why he was taking the drugs that he was taking them to the lab for testing, which he did one year later.
First off, you gotta kind of wonder why nobody in the FBI evidence locker in our nation's capital Noticed that the heroin was missing for a year or tried to find out what happened to it, but moving right along here, what did happen was when the smack package made it back to the FBI office in September 2014, it weighed 1.1 grams more than when it had been seized.
Now, somebody had cut the heroin with huge amounts of baby laxative to cover the theft of mucho grams of the stuff and obviously lost track of how much the original package weighed.
Somebody in the Bureau noticed this discrepancy and raised a stink about it, and apparently being too dumb to catch the covert signals from his superiors, telling him to cool it.
One way or another, the incident spilled over into an official court record.
Well, they found out what happened to the dope.
The FBI's ace narc, Special Agent Matthew Lowry, The United States Attorney for the District of Columbia has been forced to dismiss charges against 28 defendants in three separate cases,
many of whom had already been convicted on Lowry's testimony, and they say it could affect 150 other defendants.
Oh, did I mention how this Fed junkie finally got caught?
Lowry disappeared from work about the same time he turned in the heroin back to the evidence room after a year, and the Bureau issued an APB on him in case he'd been abducted and assassinated by drug dealers or Iranian agents or whatever, and on September the 29th, Lowry was found by his colleagues standing next to his disabled Bureau car in a construction lot near the Washington Navy Yard in a quote-unquote state of undress.
No further details on that.
And he was gibbering and cackling like a loon in a state of dementia.
Sounds like the FBI testimony against Edgar Steele in court.
FBI documents say that the agency vehicle, which had run out of gas, was littered with bags of heroin sliced open and the drugs removed, along with a shotgun and a pistol that had been seized during a drug raid but never logged into evidence.
And, by the way, this is the Washington Post talking here, not me.
I'm not making all this up.
Now, I have been Googling like hell, but I've been unable to locate a confirmed photograph of Lowry to determine what race he is.
And maybe some of you guys can help me with this.
The very fact that the media are not splashing his photo all over everywhere might indicate that he's black.
But details from his biography and the text articles kind of lead me to think he's white.
I'm sorry to say.
Lowry has done the usual narco-celebrity drill, and he has fled into rehab, where he is, of course, unavailable for interviews, etc., etc.
The official investigation is being led by federal prosecutors in Pennsylvania to avoid any conflict of interest, quote-unquote, which, if you know anything about conditions in Pennsylvania, is truly bizarre.
Philadelphia is arguably the most corrupt city in the country, possibly even beating out New York and Chicago.
And for that matter, the idea of any United States attorney investigating corruption of any kind is surreal, since they serve a third-world dictatorship, which of itself is the purest quintessence of corruption.
Now, this article that I got this story from is about four months old, and I can't seem to find anything more recent.
It looks like the whole bizarre incident is just being flushed down the memory hole, as one might expect from the FBI.
Well, all I can say is next time you're watching Criminal Minds or Bones and you see the strong-jawed and steely-eyed Aaron Hutchner and Seeley Booth, just remember, these are Hollywood actors, and real FBI agents are a bunch of cowardly hoodlums who mostly spend their time spying on people's email and illegally wiretapping and bugging people's phones and homes.
This type of character issue goes all the way back to 1934, when they shot John Dillinger and Pretty Boy Floyd in the back while they were running away.
And then in Dillinger's case, very likely covered up the fact that they murdered the wrong man.
Nowadays, it looks like after the FBI shoots a man in the back or shoots down a mother with her baby in her arms in the doorway of her home, the agent involved will take a break to shoot up himself.
Secret Agent Man.
Secret Agent Man.
They've given you a number.
All they've taken away.
Secret Agent Man.
Anyway, for now, our time's up for this week's edition of Radio Free Northwest.
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This is Harold Covington, and I'll see you next week.
Until then, Sasha Andaman.
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