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June 11, 2015 - Radio Free Nortwest - H.A. Covington
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Oh, then tell me, Sean O 'Farrell, tell me why you hurry so.
Hush your vocal, hush and listen, and his cheeks were all aglow.
I bear orders from the captain, get you ready quick and soon.
For the pikes must be together by the rising of the moon.
By the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon.
For the pikes must be together by the rising of the moon.
Oh, then tell me, Sean O 'Farrell, where the gathering is to be.
In the old spot by the river, right well known to you and me.
One word more for signal, token whistle of the marching tune.
Warrior 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...
Greetings from the Northwest homeland, comrades.
It's June the 11th, 2015.
I'm Harold Covington, and this is Radio Free Northwest.
Okay, first a housekeeping note on the call-in show.
Now, my guys and me diddled with the technology over the weekend, and we got it working, sort of, in that the software still isn't doing exactly what it's supposed to do, and I'm still a little confused as to how to work some of it, but it looks like we can actually do a call-in show by, in essence, cheating and treating it like a conference call.
Now, I need to warn you that our first couple of shows like this, which we attempt, are going to be very rudimentary and happy.
Now, because we have things that may or may not be going on this week regarding incoming new migrants who are always a priority, things which may or may not require my personal attention and participation on Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday, I still do not want to absolutely, for sure, for sure, promise you a call-in show this week.
This movement has a very bad habit of not fulfilling its commitments and taking a very sloppy attitude towards such things as deadlines and schedules, a sloppiness which the Northwest Front has largely avoided to where it's become an important part of our reputation.
We've gotten our newsletter into the mail by the third of every month for eight years now, and our podcast up every week for five years, and I don't want to do anything to blemish that record.
So even after we've done a couple of call-ins, they're still just bonuses as yet.
I'm not going to promise you guys one every Thursday night or anything like that, not just yet, until I examine the amount of time and technical expertise it requires to produce and edit such a show, and it will be edited.
I'm not going to start turning out audio material that's full of uhs and ahs and and ahs and you knows and other stutters, and I'm not going to podcast calls from people who, for one reason or another, shouldn't be on the show.
I'll let you guys on the Northwest Revolution email list know what number to call and when.
It may be this week, and the timeframe will probably be 5 to 7 p.m. Pacific Time, which will be 8 to 10 p.m. on the East Coast.
That way, a lot of you guys in the homeland and in California will still be able to call in if you can get home by 7. But it may be next week.
I'll let you know.
Okay, next up is Brian from Illinois, and I have some comments to make at the end of his audio, which will probably get me in some hot water, and which may get Brian all offended and upset and cause him to go running onto the internet screaming that Harold is an FBI informer and a Jew because he said bad, mean things about me.
Now, that is not the intention here, but there are times when certain things have to be said.
That duty station within the movement has traditionally fallen to Harold Covington, and it's gotten me a lot of sound and fury and goat dancing.
Brian, I'm going to take a chance on you, son.
I'm going to take a chance that you're mature enough and intelligent enough to understand what I'm saying to you here and take it in the spirit it's offered.
First, I'll let you have your say.
Greetings, comrades.
It's Brian from Illinois.
Driving home after my night shift.
Listening to the latest Radio Free Northwest, and I was thinking about something that's been bothering me, and I feel like you guys are my best people to vent to, since I'm not going to be venting to my coworkers.
So I was at the good old 24-hour Walmart the other day, and I come around the corner, and there's this beautiful white girl there, young, early 20s, and just sweet face, so attractive.
And she looks at me, and then she immediately looks down like something's wrong, like she's ashamed or something.
And then I kind of expand my view, and I see in her cart, sitting there, is her mixed baby.
She's got a little mixed toddler there.
And I've noticed this quite a few times.
Usually when I'm out and about, you know, I look at pretty girls, I make eye contact, but if it's a white girl...
With a black guy or a white girl with a half-black child, they look down or they look away.
They intentionally will not look at you.
I make eye contact with girls that have boyfriends.
Not in a crude way, but just, hello, you know, I see you there.
And I think that these white girls who are with black men or who have half-black children, I think it's like society played a trick on them.
And they're just now realizing what they've done.
How badly they have screwed up their lives.
To where...
They can't even look a male of their own people straight in the eyes.
And it just makes me so sad that this would happen to them.
I mean, they're doomed to being a single mother and having a very hard time getting a man.
And, God, it's just awful that they've been brainwashed to think that this was the cool thing to do.
It's just so sad.
And I know a lot of us are angry at them.
And I agree that...
They did wrong, but women are very much, their behavior is very much molded by their perceptions of what their peers think is cool, and if all their peers on television, the Kim Kardashian's got a black guy, well, maybe I want a black guy, they just don't know better until it's too late.
So that really bothers me, and I just really feel sad for those women.
I'm more angry at the people who are pumping out this brainwashing filth than I am at these girls.
I'm more angry at the people who own the media and who set the tone of political correctness in this country.
And when I think about them, I'm reminded of a very special prayer.
And I'm going to close and paraphrase that prayer a little bit.
He says, Oh God, I have never prayed to you before.
I do not have the tongue for it.
No one will remember if we were good men or bad, but only that we were the few who stood against the many.
Valor pleases you, God.
So grant me this request.
Grant me revenge.
And if you do not listen, to hell with you.
That's my prayer, too.
Grant me revenge.
Grant us revenge on the people who have poisoned the minds of our women.
I just hope to God and I pray to God that someday whatever is coming down the pipeline, Okay, Brian, the first thing I want you to do when you get home and you're alone is I want you to go to the mirror and practice saying a word, a very important word.
It starts with an N. I want you to press your tongue to the roof of your mouth and make the sound.
Now open your mouth and let what we used to call a short I come out, like in its and spit and trip.
Knee.
Now a guttural sound.
Do you see where I'm going with this, Brian?
I'm sure you do, so let's go ahead and do the deed.
Say it, Brian.
Come on, you know you want to.
I know you're scared.
I know everybody since the day you were born has been telling you that whatever you do, you must not utter this word or largely unspecified terrible things will happen to you.
I know you're looking over your shoulder to see if anybody's listening.
That's a natural reaction in a police state.
Nobody is.
We're alone now, Brian, just you and me and about 5,000 other people, including a few FBI and SPLC spies, but fuck them.
It's time you stopped letting these people dictate to you what words you can say and what thoughts you can think.
It's time you stopped letting these people slap you to the ground and spit and piss all over you and then walk away laughing because they've got you so buffaloed, so weak and timid and frightened that you don't even dare say a two-syllable word.
Go on, Brian, say it out loud.
Okay, if that's too bold and daring a step, whisper it.
Nigger.
Yeah, feels good, doesn't it?
Nigger.
It feels right.
It feels true.
That's because it is good and true and right.
That's because that thing you saw in that store with its piece of white trash baby mama was not a black guy.
In the real world, there's no such thing as a black guy.
The word guy implies man, and these are not men.
They are animals, primates, a lower form of life than we are.
They are niggers.
They will never be anything else.
They were born niggers and they will die niggers.
It doesn't matter how many college degrees one of them is able to mau-mau the frightened and half-insane white liberals into awarding them.
It's still just a nigger.
It doesn't matter how fast it can bounce a ball on a hardwood floor or run down court.
It's nothing but a nigger.
It doesn't matter how many movies it's made.
It's just a nigger.
It doesn't matter if it's sitting in the Oval Office of the White House where long ago actual American presidents used to sit.
It's just a nigger.
It is vitally important that we do not surrender that word to the enemy, especially that our younger generation like Brian here not be browbeaten and intimidated into surrendering that word.
In many ways, it is now the most important word in the English language, because the use or the loss of it will indicate whether or not we have a chance, whether or not we have won or lost the battle for freedom of conscience and freedom of thought in our own minds.
Whether or not we are truly free men.
I will now repeat again one of the most important things I've ever said on this show.
Once again, I urge you to listen to me and do what I say.
Obtain a copy of George Orwell's 1984 if you don't have one on your bookshelf already, since this is a book which every white nationalist, and in my opinion every white American, needs to read and know almost by heart.
Turn to the appendix in the rear on Newspeak.
The language of English socialism and comprehend what Orwell says about the use of language to control thought, eventually to make certain politically incorrect thoughts impossible, because people have been denied the language and the terminology with which to formulate such thoughts, even in their own heads.
This is the reason why the present dictatorship stigmatizes and punishes certain words, an increasing number of words.
For years, it was just nigger that could only be referred to by its first letter.
Now it's faggot and any other quote-unquote homophobic term, and now new perversions are being added to the index of prohibited words such as tranny.
The monsters who rule us are trying to make the utterance of such words so dangerous personally and financially and socially that we censor ourselves even in our own thoughts and will eventually condition ourselves not even to think certain thoughts lest we inadvertently utter a forbidden word.
Look, Brian, I am not saying that you should get up on the table in your break room and holler nigger nigger nigger at the top of your voice, as temporarily satisfying as that would be.
I never ask or advocate that any of you do anything stupid like that.
You can't help yourself or the party if you're not functional in society and you get yourself blacklisted or you make yourselves unemployable.
But like all conquered peoples and heretics down through the ages, white people need to learn to compartmentalize, to exist on two separate planes, so to speak.
The small circle of proven, reliable friends and public activism on the internet and elsewhere where we do our racial duty by speaking the truth And where we break one off up Barack Obama's ass by speaking what we think and feel out loud in defiance of his tyranny and intimidation.
Yes, this is an entire skill set all on its own, but it's a skill set we need to learn and exercise, because if we let these scum browbeat us into moderating our language, even among ourselves, that is a terrible and possibly fatal retreat, because we're conceding to them the power and the right to control our minds.
And if our minds are not free, we can never free our bodies.
Greetings, comrades.
This is Comrade Adam from Milwaukee, Oregon.
So, I'm just going to give you guys a little incentive to get up here, because what I see when I go out to, say, the farmer's market like I did today, or when I drive home to school on a nice day, I see white people.
In my neighborhood of Ardenwald, I see a lot of young white families.
Yes, you do see an occasional mud up here.
Some stores, and occasionally they're doing something you would prefer not to see.
But overall, compared to the rest of the country, I would imagine this place is almost a paradise.
And you can still find things here.
Jobs, living spaces that are affordable.
It's all here.
It may not be a paradise yet, but that's all dependent on you getting up here and helping about the creation of the Northwest American Republic, which will be a paradise for as close as humankind can come to it.
So, just come up here.
Just visit.
You'll be blown away.
You'll be running the movie van up here in no time.
You don't have to just move up here right this second because Harold says so.
You can take your time, see about a movie, take a vacation up here if you can afford it, do your scouting trip, and after those two or one trips, you'll be up here in no time because it's that great.
So come up here, comrades.
It's waiting.
It's going to happen.
Be a part of it.
Anyway, can't wait to see you up here.
So long.
Hail Victory.
Greetings, comrades.
This is Comrade Adam from Milwaukee, Oregon.
So if you're a fisherman and you like warm-wired species like largemouth bass, we have them up here.
I was out doing electrofishing not too long ago, and I saw some pretty great-sized bass up here.
Yes, we have them.
We have lots of species from outside this region.
Some of them are invasive, which means they're basically a nuisance with no value whatsoever.
Others, like largemouth bass, can have fisheries, and therefore are typically just a non-native species.
And if you're afraid of making contact, if you're already here, It's not that scary, guys.
It's actually really nice.
I met Brian, who's basically our intro guy up here in Portland, and it was a great experience.
It was nice to be able to say nigger to somebody.
It was amazing.
We met at a Wendy's.
It was relaxed and comfortable, and it was just a nice experience.
It's not scary or dangerous at all.
I went to a barbecue in August of last year, and it was great.
It was like a PTA meeting, almost.
Kind of crossed with a biker rally.
Tricard flags and whatnot, and it was great, guys.
It's not scary or dangerous at all.
Yes, I know, having our thoughts is, but it's not that bad yet.
Let's follow the example in the novels, not to the word, but just in the general principle of what they were trying to get at, and just meet and talk to each other on occasion and actually move forward in doing something up here in the Northwest.
Anyway, just want to let you guys know that, so come up here, make contact.
It's not hard or scary at all.
Hail victory, comrades.
This is Christy Moore.
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Tonight I'm going to be discussing Which Way, Western Man by William Simpson.
Now, as I was saying last week, Simpson is the first to admit that he spent his early years essentially following Jesus.
And at the end, he confesses that really Jesus lived too long ago and, of course, did not face current social issues.
Jesus was really only focused on individuals and their salvation.
And he also wonders how Jesus would have felt had he lived to be 40 or 50. But at any rate, he says that few, if any, scholars really understand Jesus, and even if they could, Jesus was either a racial or a cultural Semite who really could not be expected to address the important issues of race.
Particularly vis-a-vis the issue of Nordics, which he has to admit he's primarily concerned with.
So if a young scholar were to approach Simpson to ask what the concentration of reading should be, Simpson would at this point recommend Nietzsche.
He also might discuss the Code of Manu.
Now, he would say that Nietzsche was basically modern, and we also have 16 volumes of his work, not just a few sayings.
As far as religion, it really should come from the blood.
Religion is about whether people survive and flourish.
And he would also recommend Gunther's Religious Attitudes of the Indo-Europeans.
Now, like Jesus, devotion to Nietzsche should be a complete devotion.
Freedom for Nietzsche is something that really is reserved for those with a mission.
Others would have a supporting role.
The author at one point confesses that he has come to see all life in terms of cosmic order.
The author also confesses that he favors aristocracy.
He says that in general, people are happy with it, even if a king, for example, would be a figurehead.
But if things are going badly with any monarch, then the people are pressed to democracy.
Simpson sees this as an understandable social phenomenon.
Now, he says that most individuals only need liberty in craft, friends, and church.
The author, although he once renounced the idea of private property, he now says that he believes in inherited family estates.
He tends to like the idea of a decentralized economy and lifestyle and seems to have a lot of nostalgia about the idea of a family farm or...
Now, as he gets older, he becomes increasingly interested in eugenics, and he cites twin studies to bolster his idea of the importance of genetic inheritance.
Why is a former minister so concerned?
With this notion of eugenics, and he says it's because there is no spiritual improvement without actual improvement.
He's very worried about the high birth rate that is taking place really amongst people of all backgrounds who really should not breed.
Most of all, of course, he's worried about increased gene exchange, and primarily, of course, in the form of excessive outbreeding.
He discusses the popular notion of racism as sin, as found in academic circles.
He talks about all the social anthropologists that were led by Boaz.
He talks about how there were geneticists that were really pushed out of academics, and he talks about how this was a global trend.
His primary question, with regard to Negroes specifically, is he wants to know, are blacks, are they capable of doing what would be required?
required of them in a society such as ours.
In other words, could they be successful in a society that demands high achievement?
He asked the question, why is it that sometimes even American Indians, who are very poor, they will frequently do much better on IQ and intelligence tests than Negroes will?
So he really believes that a lot of the ability to do well academically, for example, in certain types of intelligences are genetic.
He's also concerned that some Negroes are vengeful, and even with segregation, interbreeding is still possible.
And he uses the examples of ancient India and also Portugal.
He really says that it would really be best for everyone, Negroes as well as whites, if the Negro could be repatriated as Lincoln desired.
Then he goes into the topic also of money and really says that money is at the root of all evil.
Quite specifically, really the only function of money is exchange and that governments should not pay interest on money.
Governments really should be able to print what degree of money they need and issuing money should be the prerogative of government.
Now, he talks about the Rothschilds and how they controlled a lot of geopolitical goings-on.
He even says that they were responsible for John Wilkes Booth and what he did in terms of, of course, with regards to Lincoln and interfering with Lincoln's repatriation plan.
Now, Hitler also worked to free Germany from the gold standard and used barter very successfully, saw credit as a base of a nation's productivity.
Really, all the banking interests were against Hitler from the early 30s on because they saw that their power would wane if Hitler was allowed to really be totally successful.
The other thing is that these evil money powers, as the author calls them, also love the idea of miscegenation, especially for whites, of course, because it is so utterly devastating and unrecoverable.
The author knows that imperfection exists with regard to race, but wishes for racial improvement.
This author has, at this point in his life, he has read Mein Kampf, and he agrees that nation is the vessel of race, urges the reader to study unexpunged versions of Mein Kampf.
Now, he fears that the West will undergo a great cataclysm, and he specifically fears that men of eminence, as he put it, will be targeted.
Also is concerned that the West might have to resort to alternative means of reproduction to survive, such as specifically sperm donors, although he never goes into how that would be worked out, especially under the severe repression that he imagines.
Also, he really questions all of American history and even worries that the Puritans were unknowingly allied to certain Semitic money interests.
Now, he also has become interested in revisionist history at this point in his life, and he's writing this book as sort of a magnum opus at the age of 78. Now, this book is certainly not a quick read.
It takes 29 hours to read.
The author painstakingly takes the reader through his evolution of thought.
Honestly, as I was reading it, I often...
Wondered whether the author could have used more editing and been more merciful with the reader's time.
So this is a very long book.
There's a lot of use of the term feeble-minded, which is a rather imprecise term.
The author has a huge amount of footnotes and recommends a book by Arthur Bryant called Unfinished Victory, which also sounds very interesting.
So I hope you have a good evening, and thank you for listening to my review, and hail victory, comrades.
You're welcome.
I'm going to take a time out at this point to perform a profound moral duty that I'm ashamed to say I've been neglecting for some months now.
I am going to speak of the murder of Edgar Steele.
I noticed that Ed's conspiracy penpal website seems to have been taken down, and I would like for any of you out there who have any MP3 audio footage of Edgar Steele speaking to pass it on to me or let me know where I can download it, because I am entirely serious about never letting this man, his life, his death, and his work ever be forgotten.
I don't have any audio footage of Edgar handy on my hard drive, and I don't have time to go rooting around on past episodes of Radio Free Northwest to pull the audio of one of his nickel rants off there that I've already podcast, and in any case, that would be a rerun, and I'd like to get hold of as much new audio of Ed as I can for broadcast.
What I can do is once again go over what happened with you folks to ensure that this man who died for our new country is never forgotten.
Five years ago, in June of 2010, North Idaho attorney Edgar J. Steele was arrested by the FBI on false charges of allegedly hiring a hit man to murder his wife and mother-in-law.
The alleged assassin was a man named Larry Fairfax, an FBI informer who was inserted into Steele's home posing as a handyman in order to spy on the Steele family, until he saw the opportunity to help the Bureau destroy an outspoken critic of the regime.
While he was working there, Fairfax proceeded to help himself to large stashes of silver coins and bullion that the Steels were keeping on their property in anticipation of a Federal Reserve currency crash brought on by Barack Obama's incompetence.
The final whereabouts of that silver seems to be something of a mystery.
Apparently, the FBI allowed Fairfax to keep at least some of it as a kind of bonus or reparations for the annoyance and inconvenience of having to spend 16 months in a minimum security prison in the service of the Bureau.
The basis of Edgar Steele's conviction were audio files fabricated by FBI technicians, supposedly discussions between himself and Fairfax about murder for hire.
These conversations appear, even to a layman who first hears them, to sound strained, stilted, unnatural, and obviously doctored at the key points and phrases.
The Steele tapes were not only forgeries, apparently they weren't even very good ones.
At Steele's trial, two international audio engineering experts who were prepared to state categorically for the record that the tapes were fraudulent were barred from testifying by a corrupt judge.
The jury was never allowed to hear evidence which clearly proved Edgar Steele's innocence.
The situation wasn't helped by the fact that Steele's first attorney, a federal public defender named Roger Peevan, was a raging alcoholic who at the time was being sued by three members of his own legal staff for various acts of drunken misconduct.
Steele's second defense attorney, a man named Robert McAllister, on whom he and his wife Cindy expended most of their life's savings, turned out to be facing disbarment for embezzling his client's money and was in fact disbarred only weeks after Steele's conviction.
Many suspect that this second attorney may have struck a deal with the government to keep himself out of prison by deliberately taking a dive in the courtroom and bungling Steele's defense.
If so, it didn't work.
In September of 2012, the 62-year-old McAllister was sentenced to six years for fraud.
So there is some comfort in hoping that the bent brief may die in the same prison cell as the client he betrayed.
Interestingly enough, McAllister himself was a former United States attorney and prosecutor, which gives you some idea of the typical moral character of the people in the federal judiciary.
For whatever reason, McAllister's performance in the courtroom was lackluster, to say the least, and he refused to put his client on the witness stand, which always looks very bad to a jury.
Needless to say, the attorney's own perilous legal situation was never explained, either to Ed or Cindy Steele, while the trial was going on.
As icing on the cake, I've spoken to persons present in the courtroom during the trial who told me that Ed Steele quote-unquote looked like a zombie, confused and disoriented, and he seemed completely incoherent and disconnected from what was going on around him.
The consensus of opinion was that Steele was drugged on orders from someone in the federal government to make sure that he was incapable of assisting in his own defense or even understanding what was happening to him.
No one knows for sure why the federal government of the United States did this horrible thing to Edgar Steele.
He must have pissed somebody off really bad, although I don't see how.
Ed had announced plans to run for governor of Idaho, but he subsequently withdrew from the Idaho governor's race due to ill health.
I have this horrible suspicion that the whole ghastly business may simply have been some kind of grotesque experiment on the part of the FBI, simply to see how far they could go.
And how much they could get away with in arresting and destroying critics of the regime.
For several years, Edgar Steele was held more or less incommunicado in the Victorville, California facility, which is well known throughout the federal system as a kind of toilet where human beings are flushed away.
His wife, Cindy, was never allowed to visit him in prison, and she was unable to afford yet more attorneys to try and sue for that right.
Among other things, the water supply in the prison is known to be contaminated with carcinogens and toxic waste.
Which facilitates the decline in health of those federal prisoners whom the government wishes to hear no more of.
All the staff and employees are issued their own bottled water, significantly enough.
Victorville is notorious as an end-of-the-line destination.
Once the gates clang shut there, no one leaves except in a body bag.
Edgar Steele was sent there to die, and die he did, but the dictator's servants seem to have gotten a little impatient with the waiting.
On September 4, 2014, Edgar Steele was murdered in the Victorville Fortress Prison.
This is what is known under the National Defense Authorization Act of 2011 as quote-unquote extrajudicial execution, and it is entirely legal.
If you want to call the NDAA a law, so long as the nigger President of the United States, the nigger Attorney General of the United States, or quote-unquote other competent federal authority signed off on it.
Edgar Steele appears to have been poisoned after the one white inmate who kind of appointed himself as Steele's bodyguard and official witness was mysteriously shipped off across the country on a bogus witness call in another case where he was never even called to testify.
So Ed was left all alone and at the mercy of his killers.
The prison authorities didn't even bother to notify his wife Cindy that her husband was dead.
The first thing she knew about it was when she was telephoned by a local undertaker down there in California, asking what she wanted them to do with Edgar's body.
America the Beautiful I had a camera waiting, a mess of the sun.
The first thing she wanted, the first thing she wanted, the first thing she wanted, the first thing she wanted.
The first thing she wanted, the first thing she wanted, the first thing she wanted, the first thing she wanted.
The first thing she wanted, the first thing she wanted, the first thing she wanted, the first thing she wanted.
The first thing she wanted, the first thing she wanted, the first thing she wanted, the first thing she wanted.
Thank you.
The End
you In fact, I'm extremely surprised that there hasn't been more buzz about this on our own squalid little slice of the internet than there has been.
I actually learned about this from a comrade in England who emailed me a couple of articles from minor libertarian websites, and from there I was able to find a brief article on a Montana site, but I haven't seen anything about this anywhere on the White Nationalist Net, or rather none of you seem to, since I pretty much rely on you guys to tell me what's going on on the White Nationalist Net.
I don't bother to actually read all that drivel myself.
I was also able to locate an article on this case in the Washington Post, an op-ed giving some learned legal analysis, but the exact circumstances of this case are still kind of unclear, especially why some district attorney in Flathead County, Montana, decided to do something so blatantly illegal and unconstitutional.
Whoever this guy is, he needs to remember that he's not federal, and so far, only United States attorneys and federal judges have been exempted from the Constitution by imperial decree of the dictator.
In Flathead County, that's Kalispell, Montana, a 28-year-old white man named David Linio is being prosecuted by the local state's attorney for, quote-unquote, making disparaging remarks about Jews on Twitter and denying that the Holocaust happened.
This is the kind of thing that happens all the time in Europe and Canada, but I'm pretty sure this is the first overt hate speech prosecution in United States legal history.
Unless you want to go back to the sedition trials of World Wars I and II, and those weren't exactly the same thing.
They involved political and anti-war dissent.
Now, the first thing you need to understand is that this guy, David Linio, is not a real revisionist historian, or, so far as I know, is he one of us at all.
Although, I have to admit, it's getting pretty difficult to define exactly who is quote-unquote one of us, since all of our organizations became just websites.
He did make migration from Michigan to the homeland, true, but that's all I can find out about him.
Frankly, he seems to be an embittered kook of the kind that a lot of young white men have been turned into by Obama's America.
Kind of a t-shirt youth type.
I saw his mugshot, and he has that baffled deer-in-the-headlights look that so many young white men have these days.
Like, he wants to smash something, and he'd be really good at it if he could, but he doesn't have a permission slip, and he doesn't know where to get one.
We're going to be getting more and more of those in the homeland.
Lineo appears to have been homeless when he was arrested back in February, and yet he still had a cell phone with a Twitter app, and he apparently spent his time in some homeless shelter in Kalispell, ranting and raving on Twitter about the fact that he was homeless and unemployed.
He was understandably very bitter about what Obama's America has done to him, and among other things, as his fingers were twinkling on the smartphone or the computer keyboard, he was talking about shooting up a school.
Now, contrary to what you guys may think, I am not completely unreasonable where cops are concerned.
I'm not trying to make this guy, Lenio, out to be a hero.
For all I know, he could be a truly dangerous whack job who might have hurt white children if he hadn't been arrested.
Now, if you're going to sit there on your smartphone or on your Facebook page babbling about shooting up a school with all the incidents that have been occurring over the past few years, yeah, you're going to get some attention from the police and the local district attorney.
It should be just common sense to not do stupid crap like that, but common sense seems to be in very short supply among young white males of late.
Linio was charged with something called intimidation, although it doesn't say specifically who it is he's supposed to have intimidated.
This law is kind of like, quote-unquote, making terroristic threats, which is one of those catch-all laws that can mean whatever the district attorney and the people with wealth and power want it to mean.
It's one of those laws that give the police the excuse to lock up anyone they or the people who sign their paychecks want to be locked up.
The powers that be in this country are getting really, really paranoid about white men letting off steam these days, and apparently they've decided that's another right us white boys no longer have.
We must be humbly respectful and courteous in the presence of them as are better than us.
We are to doff our caps and tug the forelock and do a quaint little dance in the presence of our superiors, or else.
Like I say, for all I know, this guy Lenio may have genuinely lost his marbles from growing up in this politically correct latrine and being 28 years old and still not able to start his life.
And it could be that he was listening to the voices in his head and he needed to be restrained for real.
But I also know that there is a hell of a lot of abuse of the law for political purposes going on, notably in that horrific Bill White case.
But...
Linio was also tweeting stuff like, quote, the USA needs a Hitler to rise to power and fix our economy and I'm about ready to give my life to the cause or just shoot a bunch of kikes, end quote.
And, quote unquote, now that the Holocaust has been proven to be a lie beyond a reasonable doubt, it is now time to hunt the Nazi hunters.
Now, this led him to being charged with hate speech and Holocaust denial under a Montana law which is very rare and possibly unique in the United States in that through some slip in the wording from back in 1910 or whenever the statute was passed, and this does seem to predate the present crisis of civilization, it allows for two legal anomalies which apparently nobody ever bothered to test before in a rural state like Montana where these grave issues just don't come up in the normal course of events.
The first is something which technically still exists in Great Britain called criminal libel, which, if memory serves, hasn't even been used there for many decades, probably because it would be too easy to use against liberals and so-called progressives.
Now, this is basically an official of the state, a prosecutor or someone in the government, deciding that you said something bad about somebody with wealth and power, and them sending you to prison for it off their own bat, without the allegedly libeled party having to get involved at all.
On a more sinister note, the Montana statute also contains something which, so far as I know, legally exists nowhere else in the United States, although it's common as dirt in Europe.
The legal concept of, quote-unquote, group defamation.
This may have been put into Montana law at the time of the Range Wars, like back in the 1880s and 90s, in order to prevent small independent cattle ranchers and homesteaders from talking bad about the territorial legislature or the Montana Cattlemen's Association and writing letters to the editor of the newspaper that people with wealth and power didn't like.
That kind of thing.
It should be noted that outright anti-Holocaust denial laws, per se, exist only in continental Europe.
In Great Britain, they have some catch-all racial incitement act.
In Canada, the statute they use to imprison people like Ernst Zundel prohibits something called spreading false news, whatever the hell that means.
That's when us nasty old haters get a trial at all.
Usually, up in the Great White North, we're dragged in front of a so-called human rights tribunal, which is not a court at all and from which there is no appeal.
Anyway, there's supposed to be a ruling sometime this week on whether any of this nonsense is constitutional at all and whether the charges will stand.
Now, if this character Linio was really babbling about shooting up a school, then he clearly needs to be in a mental institution getting help, but the society doesn't do that for white boys anymore.
White boys with mental problems simply get called white supremacists and go to prison.
It looks much better on the DA's resume.
I honestly don't think that at this point we need to worry about this case.
I think it's an aberration probably brought by some ambitious neocon Republican district attorney who's bucking for Congress or the Montana State House, and he needs those Jewish campaign donations, and so he's kissing kosher ass.
I think the dictatorship still wants to preserve the appearance of constitutional rule for as long as possible, the more so since the Constitution is being violated in so many other ways by the dictator.
In fact, I think this desire to keep up appearances may be one of the reasons why I myself haven't been arrested yet.
Blacklisted and unknown indie or not, the fact is that I am a writer, the author of 21 or 22 books, including some long, turgid novels of Tolstoy in length, and I don't think the regime is quite ready to begin suppressing dissident writers yet.
A few of these people probably retain enough intelligence and historical awareness to know that trying to suppress an author by force never works and only guarantees that his books get read.
I will, however, follow this Lenio case closely and I'll keep you posted.
And now for one of my many Jesse James songs.
This is Stacy Keach from that great flick, The Long Riders.
This here was our situation.
We was just young wildwood boys.
New as the birth of the nation, the kind that the Army employs.
High riding reps from Missouri, fought for the gray and quandary.
Caught up by the battle and the fury, back when just living was hell.
After the battle was over, and after the Union had won, it was the quittin'that made us the loser.
So we kept doing just what we'd done.
Riding as comrades together, we looted the trains and the banks.
Bye.
you
questions don't never get answered.
And the rights, they're remembered all wrong.
The facts, they can get plenty confusing.
So someday if you have to be singing this song, remember.
Remember.
It's just for the record You can't change the handwork Okay,
out of time again, but before I go, I want to return to something I was saying at the beginning of the podcast regarding the call-in show.
Today is Tuesday the 9th, and for over a week now, we've had a family of new Northwest migrants approaching the homeland at a steady pace.
We thought they'd be here on Saturday, but they've taken their time and made a kind of vacation and camping trip out of it, and so it looks like they'll be rolling into the Pugetopolis on tomorrow, Wednesday.
After due consideration, I think it might be better if our wee little crowd of retirees here who are available on weekdays, which isn't many since most all of us have to work, kind of hangs loose and keeps ourselves available for anything these new folks may need, rather than we get into a big tangled first-time project with the call-in show, which will not only require the two hours to record the show, but a lot of audio editing as well.
So, tentatively, let's shoot for the call-in on Thursday, June the 18th, roughly 5 p.m. to 7 p.m. Pacific Time, which would be 8 to 10 Eastern Time, and I'll confirm that later on by email to the Northwest Revolutionist and give you guys the number at that time.
But for now, our time is up for this week's edition of Radio Free Northwest.
This program was 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 Underbond.
Freedom!
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