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Oct. 8, 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-a-wooggle, 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, a rifle known to you and me.
One more door for signal, token whistle, out 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 Switch 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 rubbing for the blessed warning light
Outro Music.
Greetings from the Northwest Homeland, comrades.
It's October the 8th, 2015.
I'm Harold Covington, and this is Radio Free Northwest.
I'm going to start out this week by talking about something I've been covering pretty extensively on the ThoughtCrime blog for several years now, to the point where I suspect that the dictatorship is now taking steps to muzzle that coverage, thoroughly illegal steps.
But since we're now living in a dictatorship, after all, and we effectively have no laws, that doesn't matter anymore.
So instead of letting them succeed, I'm going to ratchet it up a notch.
Over the past few years, I've devoted a lot of time on this show and elsewhere to the horrific case of Edgar Steele, who was extrajudicially executed a little over a year ago in one of the dictatorship's fortress prisons in California.
But, as many of you know, there is another legal case that I'm peripherally involved in, in a supporting role, and that is the almost equally infamous case of Bill White.
The Edgar Steele incident was a simple case of outright judicial murder.
Based, insofar as I can tell, on the desire of members of the Spokane FBI office not to be transferred out of the lovely and peaceful white Northwest to some urban environment full of niggers and Muslims where they might actually have to do some for-real police work and go after for-real criminals.
So they fabricated a case against a so-called high-value target in order to impress the reptilian suits in the J. Edgar building as to how necessary it is.
Was to keep their office fully staffed so as to deal with all those wicked white supremists.
I understand from some of the things Cindy Steele said during that case that there was also more than a hint of personal hatred and obsession on the part of one of the FBI agents in particular, including an apparent willingness on the part of the Bureau to use Cindy as live bait and risk her getting killed with complete disregard for her life in the presence of an explosive device which was planted in her car by a federal informant.
But since under the Bill White precedent, individual FBI agents and other federal officials are above the law and cannot be criticized or even named in public by someone with legally diminished constitutional rights, such as myself, I won't get into that.
So, let's talk about the Bill White case.
It has not, so far, resulted in the death of the victim.
Probably because White is younger and healthier and not a 65-year-old man just recovering from open-heart surgery like Ed was.
Although it's hard to escape the impression that some of the abuse and mistreatment White has received at the hands of the dictatorship over the past seven years wasn't intended to kill him, or at least drive him into a mental breakdown of some kind.
But in its own way, the case of Bill White is even more insidious because it's being used to establish extremely vicious and serious legal precedents which have the effect of stripping away the last shreds of constitutionality, due process, and accountability from the judicial system and federal law enforcement.
I think when future scholars write the history of our era, if indeed there are any scholars left in the future to write anything at all about it, They will record that the Bill White case was a milestone, the point where the judicial process and the prison industrial complex finally became a completely unaccountable law unto itself.
Of course, it always was like that, where we're concerned.
This case just dots the I's and crosses the T's.
The first thing you need to know is that I never met Bill White personally, but I cyber-knew him for some years and followed him online for a long time before he was victimized by the dictator's servants to the point where, at one stage, the goat dancers claimed that he and I were one and the same, and that horrible Harold, the movement's Prince of Darkness, was really up in Bethesda, Maryland, operating under the name of Bill White.
And yes, they really are that stupid.
I have to say that the man had some rough edges.
He was one of these guys who was fascinated by the power of the Internet, and when he sat down behind that computer keyboard, sometimes he got a visit from Mr. Hyde.
He thought he was invulnerable, and he thought he could say or do anything online because the Internet was the last frontier of freedom, as indeed it was in the early days.
Bear in mind that all this happened before social media allowed the surveillance state to vastly increase its ability to watch everybody all the time.
And before Edward Snowden let the cat out of the bag, when some of us could still pretend that the internet was actually free and not what it really is now.
Which is a completely surveilled kiddie pool for toddlers, where we are kindly allowed by the dictatorship to sail our boats and our rubber duckies.
So long as we play nice and don't scream and splash too much.
Bill did some really stupid stuff online, like mooning in public over some trashy skinhead girl he was lusting after, but also he posted and said some things on the original overthrow.com that I'm amazed never even got him a visit from our friends in the silksuits, or so he said.
I should also point out, in the interest of complete honesty, that part of Bill's problem...
is that he insisted on wearing the old Hollywood Nazi costume in public, long after I and others of the older school understood that, as proud a tradition as it was from the Rockwell times, we had to lose it if we wanted to establish any kind of credible basis of communication at all with our own people.
The result, of course, is that at every trial, the U.S. attorney finds some excuse to introduce 10-year-old photographs of Bill in the old lodge regalia and wave the 8x10 glossy photos under the jury's nose like it was Alice's restaurant.
Sorry, I know most of you won't get that reference before your time.
Now, I am not going to go all movement on you here and start regurgitating internet bullshit from 10 and 12 years ago, and longer, like some goat dancer, but just suffice it to say...
Bill had been getting away with all kinds of footloose and fancy-free stuff on the internet for years.
He got careless, and when the trap was sprung, he kind of walked into it, or so I think.
I personally believe, although Bill himself denies this, that his mistake was in creating a cover for a magazine he was publishing during the 2008 election, when The One was on his way to being immaculated for the first time.
He never actually published the magazine.
He was shut down before he could.
But he was so proud of the cover, he splattered it all over his website and any other place he could find a post-it.
The cover had a picture of the one's glorious and sanctified baby-shit brown visage thereon, and the headline was, Kill This Nigger?
Bill's thinking, of course, was that the question mark would cover his ass First Amendment-wise, and so it did.
Eventually, after the first three years or so in prison, And a judge threw the whole mess out on First Amendment grounds after Bill had lost his home, his business, his wife, and his child.
But back in 2008, somebody at the Obama campaign saw this purported magazine cover online and went through the roof.
Although I don't pretend to understand what goes on in the minds of the dictator's servants, the FBI apparently decided, or were ordered, to use Bill White first off as some kind of example to those of us wretched little white boys who dared to protest against the seizure of the White House by a Kenyan-born mulatto, who was and is constitutionally prohibited from the presidency, and who should be sweeping the floor of the Oval Office rather than sitting behind the desk.
But...
Also, as a kind of lab project for experimentation to see just what they could get away with, and more importantly, to see if they could actually use the process of running him through a ringer on multiple charges to create new legal precedents undermining the Constitution and essentially creating new criminal offenses that didn't exist before, which, for the past seven years, is what they've done.
The liberals have always hated the Constitution that tells them what they cannot do.
And this was an opportunity to slice away more of our rights.
Okay, I'm not going to go too much into detail about Bill's many, many legal cases since then.
If you're interested, you can open an account on pacer.gov and get all the bizarre details, thousands of pages of them.
But the first thing we need to bear in mind when we talk about the Bill White Affair is that all of Bill's eight or ten alleged crimes involved nothing but words on the internet.
Even the United States Attorney's Office, at its wildest and most hysterical, has never claimed that Bill White has ever actually done anything physical at all, or prepared to do anything physical, which is usually how they get people on fabricated conspiracy charges, courtesy of federal informers.
Nor has he conspired with anyone to do anything physical.
It's all about words on the internet and nothing else.
Now that, in and of itself, is a stunning legal and judicial development, and if allowed to stand, it means the effective death of the First Amendment.
In this country, people aren't supposed to go to prison for words.
At least not until this case came along.
Although there were a few previous to this, like the Matt Hale and Johnny Logan Spencer cases.
In Hale's case, he got 40 years for simply typing a single sentence in an AOL private message chat.
The second thing we need to understand is that Bill didn't do most of it, and what of it he did do would not and should never be considered a crime in any sane society.
His original arrest was for the quote-unquote crime of publishing information on his website that anyone who knows how to use Google and knew how to frame a search Could have found in 60 seconds, and the Jewish judge's reasoning in convicting him anyway, if allowed to stand, effectively destroys not just the First Amendment, but the entire concept of constitutional government by formally recognizing different classes of citizens with different sets of rights.
But we'll get into that in a bit.
Getting back to Bill's innocence, yeah, I know, everybody in prison claims they're innocent, or they were framed, or whatever, I get that.
But the fact is that especially in some of Bill's later cases, like those farragos of lies in Roanoke in Orlando, his defense attorneys made a very persuasive case that Bill did not, in fact, send the emails in question, and that he had nothing to do with what appears to be an entire bogus Facebook page, a hoax that was erected by some person or persons unknown with the specific intention of entrapping Bill White.
I might add that in point of fact it would appear that in at least one case the email in question was actually sent by the prosecution's star and only witness against Bill White.
Sent when said star witness was actually in the physical presence of United States Marshals.
That evidence was presented at trial and simply ignored.
The same star witness appeared in court under the influence of drugs, admitted on the stand that she was under the influence of drugs and that said narcotics had been provided to her by federal law enforcement agents, and Bill White was I could make some comment here about the, um...
Demographic composition of these idiot juries that keep convicting him after the dictator's servants wave pictures of Bill wearing the old costume under their noses, but since I am an admitted white nationalist and under this very precedent, I accordingly have only diminished constitutional rights of freedom of speech and conscience, I better not.
And yes, I have been indirectly threatened by these political gangsters if I don't shut up.
I have to add that in order to obtain these convictions and work around the fact that the prosecution's evidence is not just fabricated but ludicrous to the point of being deranged as well, the dictator's courts have ruled with a completely straight face that Bill White has the extraordinary ability to be in two places at once.
Since at the same time he was in Mexico allegedly sending unpleasing emails to various people, he was also...
Apparently in Florida, making posts to a hoax Facebook page.
They base this on IP addresses, which clearly indicate that the posts in question were made at more or less the same time from different countries in two widely separated parts of the world.
The defense politely and deferentially pointed this fact out, and the judge simply ignored it.
As judges ignore all evidence which indicates that Bill White is being victimized by a bunch of politically motivated ghouls with federal credentials in some kind of demented experiment.
Or maybe he just pissed somebody off.
Look, don't get me started on Bill White trial stories or I'll be here all night.
Anyway, all of us need to understand the legal aspects of this appalling persecution of Bill White, because those aspects have ramifications of historical proportions for everybody.
The most stunning result of these seven years of obscene persecution came when a Jewish judge in Chicago ruled as part of the initial trial that the fact that the information Bill published on overthrow.com was a matter of public record and could have been located by anyone online in a matter of minutes was irrelevant because it was Bill White who published this information and Bill White had...
wait for it...
An inherently violent and criminal audience, i.e.
white people whose minds were not sufficiently under control.
And therefore, when Bill White published publicly available information, it constituted a quote-unquote threat.
In the first place, this blows all to hell what used to be a legal principle taught in law schools.
The concept of the quote-unquote reasonable man, or I guess reasonable person it would be these days.
Would a reasonable man consider something to be a threat?
Now, the purpose of this doctrine, long ago, when the law was run by white men, was specifically to differentiate between some lunatic waving a butcher knife in the air screaming, I'm gonna kill you ass, motherfucker!
And the person who says, I find out who's been stealing my yogurts from the break room fridge, I'm gonna kill him.
That's gone now.
The reasonable man in law has now been replaced by a Jew in a black robe and a jury in black skins.
Quite accurately refers to this as a Talmudic form of so-called justice, a rabbinical type of situation wherein the accused has no right to appeal to the lawgiver or to the law itself, but is forced to accept the determination of the rabbi, i.e.
the judge, as to what he thinks the law means.
And if you're somebody the rabbinical judge happens not to like, you're screwed.
Effectively speaking, there is no appeal, at least none that doesn't take five years and $100,000 in cash to pay for attorneys.
What the rabbi, um, judge has done in this case is arbitrarily and completely outside the United States Constitution to consign a given set of American citizens, i.e.
Bill White and his audience, and by the way, you and me, to a lesser category of citizenship, one that has fewer rights than others.
For example, the right to publish information of public record on the internet.
When the Associated Press or Salon Magazine does it, it's a journalist performing their legitimate constitutional function of informing the public.
When Bill White does it, it's a federal felony.
Since because of his political and racial views, and because of the alleged political and racial views of his audience, which one would presume is anybody and everybody who just happens to go to his website, Bill is a lesser being in the eyes of the law who does not have the same rights as others.
This type of relegation of perceived enemies of the established power structure to second- or third-class citizenship is one of the things which the American Revolution was fought to abolish.
You know, all men created equal and all that.
Hell, this kike in the black robe didn't just revoke the Declaration of Independence and the Constitution, he revoked the damn Magna Carta.
And because of the Bill White case, any white person who dares to dissent, who dares to disagree, or who dares to voice opposition to anything the dictatorship does, is a lesser person, a lower category of citizen.
Who knows?
Maybe three-fifths of a man?
Okay, first music break.
Here's some evil karaoke for all of you race-mixing white girls out there.
And by the way, you do know that when you eventually do decide to break up with your black boyfriend, they're probably going to find your body strangled with your own panties and stuffed in a laundry hamper or lying on the sidewalk with 21 stab wounds, that sort of stuff.
You know, what you're doing doesn't happen in a vacuum.
There are consequences for violating the laws of nature.
I know you're burning coal.
I know you're burning coal.
you You're trying to prove something to society.
You're banging every nigga bug that you see.
You're dripping with every single STD.
The coon on your arm has 50 felonies.
I said, I know you're burning coal.
I know you're burning cold.
I said, I know you're burning cold.
I know you're burning cold.
I know you're burning cold I know you're
burning cold Good evening, comrades, and welcome to my eighth edition of Arthur Kemp's March of the Titans.
Now, tonight I'm going to be discussing Australia, New Zealand, and the First World War.
Now, although it was noticed by a Dutch navigator in 1606, Australia was not colonized until the late 1780s, and this was because of the Port Jackson Penal Colony.
Now in 1810, farming was greatly encouraged when a new breed of sheep were introduced from South Africa, and after the Napoleonic Wars ended, free land was given to By the 1850s, you had a mix of various convicts, debtors, and political prisoners.
You also had fallen women and fortune seekers.
However, After rough the inhabitants, by the 1850s, each colony had a parliament.
And in 1890, Western Australia also became a popular destination due to a gold rush.
British law demanded a certain fair-mindedness to the natives.
So if a British officer harmed a native, that officer would be severely punished.
Now, the British also created schools for the Aboriginals.
There were two instances of rebellion, and both were between 1800 and 1830.
Like the Amerins, many Abos were affected by European diseases, so their numbers were greatly lessened.
Now, during the mid-1850s, we see the famous White Australia policy being implemented as a response to possible Chinese and then later Polynesian influx.
By 1898, all the colonies had their own constitution.
Australia was sanctioned as a member of the Commonwealth by 1900.
Now, in 1949, Australian citizenship was given to all.
And in 1958, the migration quota system replaced the Immigration Restriction Act, which had a very famous dictation clause.
And this was a language test given in a randomly chosen European language.
Now, both Australians and New Zealanders fought in the 1915 Gallipoli Campaign in the Dardanelles.
And although this was not a successful operation, it is an annual commemoration in both nations.
Now, after World War II, there was a lot of Eastern European and also Greek immigration into Australia.
And also orphans were brought from the British Isles.
Now, this influx of white immigrants helped to make up for the losses from both world wars because even though the Australians and the New Zealanders rejected conscription, they still contributed heavily to both wars.
There was a lot of...
Prosperity in Australia as a result of all these new Europeans coming in.
But in 1966, the White Australia policy was abandoned, and this started to loosen ties with Britain.
In 1999, Australia narrowly stayed in the Commonwealth.
Now I'm going to discuss New Zealand.
When the first European ships arrived in 1642, the Maui attacked with clubs and spears.
And in 1769, Captain Cook was attacked, and some Tahitian passengers were kidnapped.
Now, the Maui were very desirous of European weapons, and when French explorers came looking for the kurai tree, The Maui found a way to obtain European clothes and sneak into a ship.
Very few Europeans survived this ambush, and the Maui were very clever, and they designed earthen bunkers for the purpose of resisting cannon fire.
Now, they had two major resistance movements.
One was the King Movement, and the other was the How How.
The latter being much like the ghost dance that I spoke of in an earlier podcast.
By 1869, the rebellion had faded, largely, well, because of the European weaponry.
But also because the British were very skilled colonizers and they knew where to bring in more settlers to offset the Maui influence.
In 1841, New Zealand officially separated from Australia, and in 1852 it had a representative government.
Now, by the late 1800s, voting rights in New Zealand were very liberal, and a Maui party was established, which has seven seats in parliament.
Like the Abos, the Maui have a difficult time in Western society, despite what would seem like a much higher IQ than the Aboriginals, since they did resist so skillfully.
Now, they are handled by the Ministry of Maui Development.
After 1980, New Zealand was less than two-thirds white, which, of course, reflects global trends of more immigration from non-white nations coming into white nations.
Now I'm going to discuss the First World War.
As we know, World War I started as a local issue, but eventually 32 nations would get involved.
Now, one thing that should be noted, it's that the Austro-Hungarian Empire was out of step with nationalism, which was the trend at the time.
As an aside, this would seem to make Hitler's service to the central powers ironic.
Unless you can properly understand him as a racialist and not as a classical nationalist.
The Serbian who started the whole mess was too young to be executed and would die in prison of TB.
World War I, we often think of it as having two fronts.
In reality, it had three fronts.
Western Europe.
Eastern Europe, but also south in the Balkans.
At first, Germany did well, but then would misjudge because it would end up sending six divisions to Russia when they really should have concentrated on the West.
Now, generally, the idea of trench warfare, which must have seemed very innovative at the time, caused a stalemate.
Things started to turn for Germany.
East Prussia was evacuated.
And in 1916, the British started to use tanks, which, of course, was a concept first invented by Leonardo da Vinci.
Greece was divided on the issue of neutrality, but eventually it would unify on the side of the Triple Entente.
Now, the Germans actively encouraged the Russian Revolution, and this was to distract Russia from the war effort because they really wanted to eliminate one of their fronts.
Eventually, this would lead to Brest-Litovsk and the Russians getting out of the war.
By June, the Germans were within 40 miles of Paris.
And it would have worked out for them, but for the American involvement.
In the fall of 1918, the Triple Entente was gaining in Belgium, northern France, and the Sudan.
And the Hindenburg trench lines were broken.
In Germany, the Social Democrats would come to power, and November 11, 1918, you would have the armistice.
Many German soldiers believed that the central powers had been stabbed in the back as Germany was not invaded and, in fact, close to winning.
At around this time, Germany, as we know, would become much more awash with communist movements and thus was rather bitten by the snake that they had encouraged within Russia.
In a sense, the French would suffer even more in a racial respect because France lost a lot of population as a result of the war and thus brought in a lot of North Africans and even Sub-Saharan Africans.
And of course, when French troops would occupy the Ruhr Valley as a result of Versailles, this was quite a bone of contention for Germany.
If you watch, for example, Triumphs of the Will, you'll see pictures of these quote-unquote French troops and how they were, the time when they were occupying the Ruhr Valley and the distress that would obviously cause for Germans.
So, I hope you enjoyed this review, and believe it or not, at this point, I've made it to chapter 61 of this book, and it looks like we're finally starting to see the light at the end of the tunnel.
And I've really learned, and am learning so much about European history from reading this book.
So have a good evening.
Thank you for listening and hail victory comrades.
Peace.
Thank you.
Okay, as I mentioned before, we've got a lot of really, really great stuff coming in over the past couple of months.
Sometimes I know who these artistes are.
Sometimes I don't.
Sometimes it's just stuff people ripped off YouTube.
Sometimes it's pretty clear for obvious reasons that the person doesn't want their identity known.
Anyway, just to save us all some time on this show, from now on...
If I know who has done a particular evil karaoke or comedy cut or anything like that, I'll tell you.
It may be a pseudonym or whatever, but if I have any name to attach to it, I will.
If I don't tell you who did something, that means basically, I don't know, it just came over the transom.
And on the ninth day, God spilled some coffee on an angry possum and God made a liberal.
God said, I need someone willing to get up at the crack of noon and check their Facebook and tweet vile things, take a nap, borrow money from their parents, and stay out all night drinking paps ironically and snorting bath salts and wine until midnight.
So God made a liberal.
He said, I need a person that can take a thriving community and turn it into a debt-ridden post-apocalyptic welfare state.
I need someone who thinks meat is murder, produce is raised in grocery aisles, who can't fix a flat tire or change your own oil.
And who, when forced to finally get a job as a barista, makes you wait for your latte while they play Angry Birds on their iPhone and then takes his union mandated two-hour break.
So God made a liberal.
God said, I need somebody dumb enough to believe in global warming and deficit spending, yet arrogant enough to look down at hard-working folk because they don't have a worthless Ph.D. in 17th century Belgian lesbian studies.
It had to be someone that would tax and spend, sue and attack, flip and flop, legislate from the bench and pass an unread bill.
A person that would take a story of American success and turn it into a lesson of injustice.
So God made a liberal.
It had to be someone who'd lie to themselves and others and envy the successful.
Someone to whine, cry, demand, screech and scream, sexist, intolerant, xenophobic, homophobic, Islamophobic, racist, bigot.
It had to be someone that at the end of the day they could go home after helping rip apart a country with divisive race and class war, and who would laugh and then sigh, with mocking eyes, thinking, if I hadn't aborted all my children, they'd probably say they want to spend their life doing what Dad does.
So God made a liberal.
So God made a liberal.
Greetings, comrades.
This is the trucker coming at you from Cortez, Colorado.
Got a load going up to the Portland area for delivery on Tuesday the 6th.
This may piss a lot of you off, but I'm kind of getting sick and tired of hearing about it.
The plea going out for you to get your asses and assets up here.
So, here goes.
In January of 1980, compliments of the United States Navy, I moved up here to the Pugetopolis.
Bounced around in Navy housing until 1988 when I decided to pound my tent stake into the ground and purchase my house.
In 1989, when I was still in the Navy, I could have moved anywhere in the world, pretty much.
D. Taylor was offering me postings all over the place, down in California and Guam and the Philippines.
But I decided to stay here, told Uncle Sugar where to stick it, and got out and got a job up here in the Northwest.
And I've been up here ever since.
It's been less than a year that I've been listening to this podcast.
I've listened to all the back episodes and been listening to Mr. Covington till he's blue in the face for the last, what, five, almost six years now.
We're trying to get you people to move up here.
And this past Thursday, we had one of those goat-raping pedophile individuals that does the Aloha snack bar routine.
Went and I think he shot and killed like nine, ten people.
And there's probably at least a dozen or more were.
Injured and lived along with an Army veteran that tried to stop him and got shot.
I think it was either seven or nine times and still lives.
But I may piss those of you listening that aren't up here off with this statement.
But here goes.
The blood is on your hands because you haven't moved here yet.
Mr. Covington's been had the call out for the last almost six years.
Y 'all keep just plugging away and staying there.
Like I said, I could have moved anywhere in the world, and I chose to stay here.
I found my little piece of paradise, and I'm here, along with a bunch of other, the rest bunch of us that are up here also.
But why aren't you here?
I know you'll probably throw out all kinds of excuses, but as Yoda said, move yes or move no.
There is no try.
So, come on, folks.
Get it together.
Aren't you sick of the canyon yet?
I mean, if you'd listened to Mr. Covington earlier, we could have had this taken care of and been on our way to independence by now.
But no.
As the old saying goes, united we stand, divided we fall.
Well, we're trying to get united out here, but you people that aren't moving here are taking us divided.
So, if we stay divided, we'll fall.
Okay, well, that's it for this time around, dear comrades.
This is the trucker from Colorado.
Hope to see you out on the road moving to the homeland soon.
We'll be right back.
We'll be right back.
I don't even know who Sia is.
I have been just pelted with this one for some reason.
About three people, I think, have sent this in.
I assume that the younger listeners among us know what this is about.
I don't.
But since it seems a lot of you want me to play it, here it is.
And another on the right to cook.
But why can't I get those from us?
And I might have been collecting guns.
White men can't buy race for without weapons.
And I've got dindos moving in my hood.
And there are so many white flags.
Now another neighborhood is dust.
And let's be clear, I trust no one.
You did not break me.
I'm white fighting for peace.
Well, I've got white skin and a fascist heart.
But your richness was way too short.
I'm going to take the dindos until you've been too hard.
Yeah, I'm accepted from the castle.
The races should be apart.
Because I have got a fascist heart.
And I'll patrol the streets tonight.
Yeah, urban yields I can't abide.
And I know that I can't survive.
Because shots were far and saved my life.
The media fucked up my life so bad.
I'm doing everything I can.
But when my ground hit the dust.
I got theire of the chosen ones.
You did not break me.
You did not break me.
I'm still carrying my teeth.
Teeth.
Well, I've got white skin and a fascist heart.
But your richness is way too sharp.
I'm going to take the dildos until you've been too hard.
Yeah, I'm accepted from the castle.
The races should be apart.
Because I have got a fascist heart.
I'm going to take the dildos until you've been too hard.
Because I have got a fascist heart.
you you you Hello, comrades.
This is Laci, and it's actually been too soon since the last podcast for an update on our migration, but I did want to do a short and to-the-point audio file to touch a little bit on something that was discussed last week.
Behind every strong white man is a strong white woman.
Ladies, we need to let our men lead.
Men are genetically programmed to lead and protect the pack, or at least at one time they were.
The urge is still there and it just has to be brought out.
Teach your children to admire your men.
Never talk down or emasculate them in front of others or your children.
I believe that this is one of the causes of a huge character flaw that our young men have.
They have been emasculated their entire lives.
We need to uplift our men, encourage them, and respect them.
Let's bring out what Zogg has tried to bury over the last few generations.
Ladies, this doesn't make you weak, and actually it's quite the opposite.
Here's a joke that I heard that has to do with this.
The president is walking with his wife when they see one of her ex-boyfriends in a less-than-appealing occupation.
The president says, if you hadn't married me, you would have married that guy.
The first lady giggles to herself.
And she replies, if I would have married him, he would be president.
I've noticed that women of today are taught to be independent and self-sufficient.
If you listen to any pop song of today, you will see my point.
Don't fall for the scam.
It's just another ploy by Zogg to separate men and women and put us against each other, to stop us from reproducing, to have a need for liberal handouts like welfare and food stamps.
Zod knows and should be scared of a white society where men and women work together.
Together, we are an unstoppable force, and they know it.
Another downfall of so-called independence and feminism is it takes the mothers out of the home.
Somehow, in this modern America, being a mother just doesn't seem to be an important job anymore.
Raising our children has become an inconvenience.
It takes the mother away and leaves the TV and computers to raise our children, and we all know who controls those.
Don't you see a problem with this?
I also hear from friends and other racially aware people my age who say that they are single because it's hard to find women or men with their same values.
Obviously, you just can't check a white supremacist on Match.com.
So, bring all my rambling back full circle to migration.
What better reason to migrate?
We can all be in the best possible place to find a woman or man with your same values and views.
As I mentioned before, we are spread entirely too thin.
Let's stop hiding from each other and come out from behind the computer monitors and make the move to the Pacific Northwest.
Till next time, comrade.
Got a couple of people issues I want to deal with here, which I'm the first to admit I'm not very good at handling, but here goes.
Late last week, I got a telephone call from one of our better guys from a place down south of here.
I won't give his exact location, but this man and his growing family made their migration about, what, four years ago, five years ago?
Since then, he and his wife have both gone through educational courses here in the homeland and acquired new marketable skills, and he's making a passable living.
And I have just been informed that they're expecting yet another addition to their family.
This man called me because he was deeply depressed and despondent, and as is all too often the case, it was not the enemy who was responsible for his despondency.
It was our own people.
This man has been doing what I ask all of our homeland people to do, trying to build a community and a team in his area.
And there was a recent outbreak of space madness in this man's team, which I won't get into, because anyone familiar with our wee little movement will understand exactly what I mean, and I've noticed that when one actually sits down and writes out full descriptions of these things, it looks really, really ridiculous.
It's disturbing to see grown men, some of them in their 40s and 50s, acting like 13-year-old adolescents because of some unbelievably petty perceived slight or dis, or some issue that...
Well, okay, I'll give you one example from way back in the day.
In the 70s, under the old party, when we could afford actual buildings, our so-called stormtroopers were living in a rental house in Falls Church, Virginia, and drove into work at the headquarters in Arlington every day.
One night, Sean McGuire called up our fearless leader of the time, Matt Cale, at the headquarters at three o 'clock in the morning and woke him up to complain that Phil McDaniel had stolen his bag of Cheetos.
No kidding, there was mighty drama and almost blood on the floor over this stupid shit.
It is no coincidence that I sometimes refer to myself as the principal of Movement Junior High.
Believe me, I of all people know what it's like when you're trying to build something brave and noble and big-picture related, and you can see this wonderful thing in your mind so clearly, and then all of a sudden the dead zombie hands of the white man's toxic character reach up out of the earth and grab your legs, and you get dragged away from gazing at the stars of that far-off big picture and dropped into a spat between middle-aged adolescents over...
He said, she said, they said, you said, you did, no, he did, you hurt my feelings.
Jesus Christ, on a raft!
This has happened to me more times than I can remember over the past few decades.
More times than I want to remember.
But this man who called me on the phone was getting overwhelmed by it all.
The apparent sheer impossibility that we will ever move forward and accomplish anything with the kind of people we seem to attract.
Again, I get it.
Believe me, I do, comrade.
This is not the first time I've had to search for the words somehow to convey my own deep sense of ultimate optimism.
Before this, I have on occasion articulated something I call Covington's paradox.
The cause is so right.
The people are so wrong.
Our failure to accomplish much of any damn thing over the past 50 years used to be partially explicable by objective conditions.
I have to concede that for many decades, the times really weren't right.
Now they are.
But now we're trying to create an entire new order of society with Homer Simpson and Eric Cartman, or should I say with people who have been raised with Homer Simpson and Eric Cartman as role models.
Okay, I won't spend much more time on this, but I will tell you what I told this despondent comrade who called, which is what I pretty much tell everybody in that state of mind, and I get a lot of them.
We do what we do not for glory or personal gain or even because we expect to win.
We do what we do because it is right, and right is what decent men do or try to do with their lives.
Bill White put it a slightly different way.
He once wrote to me that it is impossible for us to win, but it is possible for us to save our own souls through struggle.
That never giving in, that fighting to the end and refusing to yield to the darkness of Zion is in itself a form of victory.
Now, I disagree with Bill.
I think it is possible for us to win if we can ever make a collective decision that we're just going to stop all this nonsense.
That we're just not going to do all that crap anymore and we're going to get on with the job.
Can we do that, guys, you figure?
Just make a clear and deliberate decision that we're not going to do that middle-aged adolescent crap anymore?
That we're just gonna stop all the bullshit and get on with the job of securing the existence of our people and the future for white children?
Sounds like a plan to me.
This is Saga.
Saga.
The sun on the meadow is summer we walk, and the stag in the forest runs free.
But gathered together to greet the storm.
Tomorrow belongs to me Tomorrow belongs to me The branch on the land and its leafy and green And the rain gives its gold to the sea
But somewhere I go, we await something Tomorrow belongs to me Tomorrow belongs to me
The baby and its cradle is closing his eyes And the blossom embraces the peak But soon sets the whisper
Rise, rise, rise And tomorrow belongs to me.
Fatherland, Fatherland, show us the sign Your children have been waiting to see The morning will come when the world is mine Tomorrow belongs to me Tomorrow belongs to
me.
And tomorrow belongs to me Tomorrow belongs to you, Leanne you you you
I was talking to somebody else a few days ago, and that conversation has prompted me to ask a question, or maybe take a poll or do a survey, however you want to put it.
I would like to ask you guys something not because I myself am cracking up or getting despondent or thinking about quitting and hobbling off into the sunset or anything of the kind.
That's not going to happen.
It couldn't happen even if I wanted it to.
But I do have a question to which, if possible, I would like to get some serious and well-thought-out answers from you.
Now the question is this.
What exactly is it that you people expect from me?
What do you want from me?
What do you think I can give you that I haven't already given you in my Northwest novels?
Yes, I know that sounds odd.
But the fact is, sometimes I genuinely don't understand what some of you expect me to do.
Given the fact that I am destitute and devoid of the kind of plant and facilities and resources that would enable me to make adequate use of the amount of help I now have.
Never mind yet more.
I get letters and emails and phone calls complaining about this or that or the other thing.
A lot of stuff along the line of, Oh, Harold, Harold, I saw a white girl pushing a nigglet in a chopping cart yesterday in a Walmart.
It's so horrible, Harold.
It's just so horrible, and there's Mexicans everywhere, and there's no jobs, and I'm living in a latrine, and my life is so horrible, and America has betrayed me.
And the future is horrible blackness.
And do something, Harold.
Please, please, won't somebody do something else?
No kidding.
Sometimes it's almost that bad.
Please don't think I'm laughing at these people or mocking them.
I, of all people, know what a living nightmare any attempt to exist in Obama's America is.
If not for the help and support I have received down through the years from you guys out there, I wouldn't have made it myself.
If during those long years I myself had been cut off from the movement, cut off from knowledge, floundering around in the unknowing dark like most of our people are, and if I hadn't known that there was a better way possible,
if I had tried to struggle on blindly through the poison fog of America all alone and without any contact with anyone else who was racially aware, And without any clue as to who was doing it to me and why it was all happening, then I probably would have gone off the rails in a bad way myself, and I'd be dead or in some kind of institution now.
So yes, I understand that passionate longing for a strong and powerful and brilliant white leader figure.
To descend from the clouds and save us all and kiss it all better, so that things can go back to being the way they were, or the way we think they were in some dimly remembered childhood.
Why the hell do you think Donald Trump is leading in all the polls?
I call this the man on the white horse fantasy, where some of you seem to be unable to shake this idea that one of these days you're going to see me on Fox News or CNN.
Riding on a white horse with a cape billowing in the wind and maybe a hat with a white plume like Cyrano de Bergerac, brandishing my flashing saber aloft and yelling, Charge!
And the hell of it is, if you guys will ever make the decision that you do want this done and provide me with the horse and the cape and the saber and the white plume, even at my age, I'd still be willing to take a crack at it.
If you ever decide you want me to do this for real, I presume you will inform me of the fact when I start opening my mail and men-sized checks with some serious zeros on the end start falling out of the envelopes, or better yet, men-sized checks with some serious zeros on them are handed to me by you personally when you arrive here in the homeland on your migration.
Until then, until you people make the decision that you want this done and change your behavior accordingly, I am honest to God, curious.
Tell me what it is that you want from me.
What you expect me to do for you, given my almost total lack of resources to do so.
No, really guys, I want to know.
I keep asking and not getting much in the way of answers, since I don't think most of you really know the answer yourselves.
You just know that whatever you want from me, I ain't giving it to you, as witness to the fact that out of between 4,000 and 5,000 listeners every week, I get mostly silence.
The closest thing I've ever gotten to an answer here is one or two of you have told me that you want me to be more magisterial, as you call it.
Basically, cutting to the chase, you want me to be Dr. William Pierce sitting up on his mountain, looking up at the sky and thinking great thoughts.
And, yeah, I can see the attraction of that kind of, you know, guru-like figure.
The trouble is that just as I don't have the white horse and the saber and the cape, neither do I have a mountain to sit up on and think great thoughts upon, so the same problem kind of holds there.
Anyway, 1,000 of you out of that 5,000 who would join the party and pay their dues on time and respond to the twice yearly fund appeals in some realistic proportion to their ability to do so would kick it off.
And at that point, I'd have my white horse and my sword and my cape and I could sound the charge.
Instead, every week, there's 25 or 30 comments on the website per episode, and from the other thousands of you, silence.
What can I do to break that silence, people?
What do you want to see or hear from me that will break that silence and get you to respond?
If you will tell me that, openly and honestly.
And if it is something that I can give you with no money, no facilities, and only the most limited of physical assistance, then I will do my best to give it to you.
Because that silence has to be broken.
We have to get this thing going.
But for now, our time's up 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 and Aban.
Freedom.
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