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Dec. 10, 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 will stay together by the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon.
For the pikes will stay together by the rising of the moon.
Oh, then tell me, Sean O 'Farrell, where the gathering is to be?
In the old spot by the river, rifle known to you and me.
One more roar for signal, token, whistle, out the marching tune.
For your bike upon your shoulder by the rising of the moon.
By the rising of the moon.
By the rising of the moon.
With your bike upon your shoulder by the rising of the moon.
Out from many a mud wall cavern eyes were watching through the night.
Many a man's day chest was throbbing for the blessed warming light.
What was passed along the valleys like the man she's lonely crew.
And a thousand blades were flashing at the rising of the moon.
At the rising of the moon.
At the rising of the moon.
And a thousand blades were flashing at the rising of the moon.
Greetings from the Northwest Homeland, comrades.
It's December the 10th, 2015.
I'm Harold Covington, and this is Radio Free Northwest.
Okay, after some thought this week, I think I'm going to start with something which I suppose could be called another episode of Who Guards the Guardians.
Now, I've been running this series for almost a year now, and every now and then someone asks me something along the lines of an email I got last week from a long-time listener whom I will call Al, and I quote, Harold, instead of baiting and insulting and poking at these secret police types all the time,
since we know that at least some of them are actually listening to you, at least to the point where they're using your Dylann Roof Dr. Seuss parody to play pranks on their colleagues of color in FBI offices, have you considered trying to speak to them seriously?
And persuade them that what they are doing is wrong and doing terrible damage to the country they're supposed to be protecting from all these evil old men in their 60s like you and Edgar Steele and Bill White, end quote.
And by the way, Al, Bill White is only in his late 30s, although I'm sure by now he probably feels about 100 years old.
Look, Al...
Straight up, no joke, no sarcasm, no rhetoric or polemic involved here.
I don't know if there's any point in my attempting to talk to them, human being to human being, because that basic common ground just might not be there.
In the first place, more and more of these federal gun thugs are niggers, with whom such a conversation would be biologically impossible, or else they're badly damaged women with a huge chip on their shoulder who have been raised by the feminist media and conditioned almost from birth to hate all men in general, and men of their own race in particular, and to delegitimize and invalidate any point of view that men of their own race might set out.
Or else there are members of the various invading third world nations, beaners and gooks of various breeds, who are basically acting in their own racial interests out of the biological imperative to displace a weaker and vulnerable species.
And so there's no point in even making the attempt.
True, I would suspect that a lot of the secret police are still white, especially the middle-aged ones who joined before the affirmative action quarters really started to bite under the Clintons during their first reign.
I suppose...
In theory, it would be possible for me to reach some of these nasty-ass boys and girls in the silk suits and the pantsuits, although one of the reasons that the FBI and the other secret police outfits use a partner system is so the partners can basically spy on one another for management and report any misdeeds to their superiors, including any heterodox political or ideological doubts or heresies.
Despite what you see on TV and on the movies, my understanding is that in the real world, your FBI partner is the last guy on earth you want to trust if you have anything to hide, especially anything political.
But still, I don't really see the point because there's just no common ground.
Anyone who would do what these people do clearly has no moral compass of any kind.
Or any sort of human empathy that would allow them to see the viewpoint and feel the suffering of others, and to be fair to them, that may not really even be their fault.
Like everybody else, FBI and Secret Service and DHS agents are products of the society that raised them, and in our case, the media that made them.
I think that anyone who voluntarily serves the FBI or the Secret Service or any of these alphabet soup agencies is a genuine psychopath.
Psychopath being defined as a complete lack of empathy or any ability to feel the suffering and the pain that they inflict on other human beings.
And I'm not saying that to take another poke at them or anything like that.
That's my genuine assessment of these people.
This is the kind of person that an agency like the FBI has to recruit if it is to function in the modern world.
Nor is psychopathy an uncommon trait among white Americans as a whole.
Modern American society, since about 1980 or so, has been producing pretty much nothing but psychopaths to a greater or lesser degree.
By which I mean people who are naturally predatory, either physically or mentally or spiritually, financially, whatever.
People who are completely narcissistic, self-absorbed, and completely involved in doing what benefits themselves alone, incapable of truly sharing or of committing any kind of altruistic or idealistic act.
The people who join the secret police agencies are probably just a little more clear-headed and focused than most.
A career in one of the agencies offers them not just money and a pension, and the closest remaining thing someone can still obtain to job security in Obama's America, it offers them power.
The power to carry a gun without lefty libs screaming to take it away from you and the local Democrats passing stupid ordinances to try and disarm you in any situation where you might actually need a weapon.
The power to kill and get away with it, not just through fabricating bogus legal cases against the regime's political opponents like Edgar Steele and Bill White, but by physically pumping six bullets into an unarmed man in his own apartment and firing a seventh bullet through the back of his head in an extrajudicial execution like that of Ibrahim Tordeshev in 2013 in Florida.
Apparently, Tordeshev knew too much about something to do with the Boston bombing and the dictatorship wanted him silenced.
Although we haven't been told for sure, it's possible that Todeshev was the first extrajudicial execution carried out within the United States itself under the National Defense Authorization Act of 2011.
It was either him or a journalist named Michael Hastings about a month before Todeshev.
Hastings appears to have been killed in a drone strike.
In one case, the FBI were the trigger man, and in another, it would have been Homeland Security.
So, yeah, working for the alphabet soup agencies packs a 007-style license to kill with it in some cases, and people who join organizations like that, who want to be licensed to kill, are not likely to be too susceptible to sweet reason.
They like the power and the money way too much.
Someone like me, talking on a tiny little podcast, isn't likely to persuade them to give up all that and resign and go off and hide in a cabin in the woods or become a nun to expiate her sins against mankind or whatever.
But, okay, I thought about this.
So, I tell you what, just for shits and giggles, let's give it a try.
There's a man who leads a lot of danger.
Yeah.
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.
Okay, here goes.
I'd like to speak now to the men and women from the various intelligence and security and rather laughably misnamed law enforcement agencies who are listening to this podcast at the behest of your multifarious bosses, and also to those of you who are listening to it off your own bed, as I'm told some of you do, and which seems to be confirmed by certain things I see on our stat counter software.
The first thing I need to make clear is that I do not intend to insult you or belittle you, at least not this time.
When I say that I understand, it is useless for me to attempt to address you on any kind of moral or ethical grounds.
There simply isn't any common ground there, put it that way.
When one is speaking French to an audience of Frenchmen, one speaks French.
When one is trying to communicate with Chinese people, one speaks Chinese, and so I have to try and frame all of this in terms of reference that you'll understand, if not necessarily agree with.
I will therefore speak to you as best I can in the language of pure self-interest, which I'm sorry to say in the past three generations has become the common tongue of almost all Americans.
Please bear with me.
It is not a language in which I'm practiced or comfortable.
I'd like to begin by explaining a certain set of terms that I myself use when referring to the whole huge mixed bag of the men and women who rule over me and my kind, and who sign your kind's paychecks and who therefore command your obedience, your service, and those guns you carry in your holsters.
It is no accident or figure of speech when I describe the regime under which we all live as a dictatorship.
As of November 20, 2014, it is a precise legal description of the American form of government.
On that date, Barack Hussein Obama signed an executive order granting legal status to an immense number of people who have down through the years entered the United States unlawfully, as part of which he ordered the again laughably misnamed Justice Department and all the patchwork of federal bureaucracies and armed agencies, including yours, To cease enforcing the laws passed by Congress forbidding these people's presence in our country.
In doing so, he deliberately, and with malice aforethought, altered for all time the very nature of this country, and turned it into something which has become, and will continue to become, unrecognizable to us who were born and raised here, and who still comprise the majority of its inhabitants, something which was never intended to be by the founding fathers who created this nation and who staked their lives, their fortunes, and their sacred honor when they fought the American Revolution to bring it into being.
Barack Hussein Obama did this with no prior consultation with either the people or with the people's elected representatives, in direct violation of the Constitution and the system of checks and balances which was designed to prevent this very thing from happening.
He did it, as he himself put it, with a stroke of his pen, after having a similar measure called the DREAM Act twice explicitly rejected by Congress.
What Barack Hussein Obama did on November 20, 2014, was ironically one of the few genuine acts of state which has come out of American government in many generations, a bad one.
The act of state known as a coup d 'etat.
A revolution from within the system as profound as what happened in Russia in 1917 and Iran in 1978.
This was the act of a dictator, and he got away with it.
To their eternal shame, the people's elected representatives in the United States Congress bent the knee and bowed low before him.
Obama now rules by executive order with the stroke of his pen.
There is no other word for this than dictatorship.
So, all you boys and girls with the federal badges and the direct deposits of taxpayer dollars in your bank accounts every month, let's be crystal clear here.
You are serving a dictator who pays you money in order to keep him in power.
This is the reality.
This is what you do.
This is who you are.
Again, I am not saying this to insult you or belittle you.
I'm saying it because neither of us can pretend that you are the guys in the white hats anymore.
That ship has sailed.
If I am to reach any of you at all, we need to define our terms.
You are in this for your own self-interest, so okay, let's look at that.
I believe that a strong case can be made that your long-term self-interest is no longer served by supporting and maintaining the present regime.
I also believe that the much shorter-term self-interest of the regular police and the military is no longer served by keeping this regime in power.
Some might say the question is, can you see this yourselves?
Can you wrap your minds around it?
But I don't think that's the question because I think you can see it and you do.
You just pretend that you don't because you know which side of your bread is buttered.
For now.
The real question is...
When the time comes, what happens when you can no longer ignore the truth which is all around you?
When something happens to you, yourself, personally, or some member of your family is affected by something racial or political or left-wing cultural that you can't buy or finesse or influence your way out of with your federal badge?
What happens when you get caught and dragged into the mangling machine that you yourself have spent your career servicing and maintaining in operation, and then all of a sudden it's you that's wearing the orange jumpsuit and being dragged around in chains, and yes, that can happen.
And as your department gets darker and darker and more politically correct, it's more and more likely to happen.
Historically, secret police agencies under dictatorships have a habit of devouring their own.
They get purged like every other department when the dictator gets paranoid about his subordinates.
And if Hillary Clinton gets in in 2016, which I believe she will, we are headed for a time of immense paranoia.
Because it is my frank and really rather unbiased opinion, just from observing her behavior, that Hillary Clinton is not in her right mind.
And when she gets a hold of that White House and the power that goes with it, It's going to be about like being ruled by the Queen of Hearts and Alice in Wonderland.
Anyway, what happens when the time comes when you or a member of your family draws the short straw, that same short straw that us norms out here risk drawing every day one way or the other?
What happens when you or they are dropped headfirst into the great steaming toilet bowl of shit that is Obama's America or, after next year, Hillary's America?
What will you do?
Do you have a game plan?
An exit strategy?
Do you have a go-bag packed in your closet, either literally or figuratively?
What are you going to do, my badge-toting friend, when all of a sudden it's your turn?
Do you have sense enough to understand and accept that what you see happening around you isn't going to stop?
And it isn't going to go away?
And there isn't going to be some kind of sudden miraculous time warp that sends us all back to the land of the Brady Bunch where everything is alright.
Daddy is not going to come and kiss it better.
Do you understand that at some point in time, one way or the other, it's going to be your turn for the high jump?
Or maybe your child's turn.
Now if you don't have a plan, I strongly suggest you start making one.
Now I don't know I I don't know.
I don't know where I'm gonna go when the volcano blows.
Let me say it now.
I don't know.
I don't know.
I don't know where I'm gonna go when the volcano blows.
Ground she's moving under me.
Tidal waves out on the sea.
Sopper smoke up in the sky.
But as soon as we learn to fly.
Let me hear you now.
I don't.
No, I don't know.
I don't know where I'm going to go when the volcano blows.
Now my girl quickly said to me, Man, you better watch your feet.
Lava come down soft and hot.
You better love me now or love me not.
Let me say now, ah, ah I don't know, I don't know, I don't know where I'm not gonna go when the volcano goes.
Mr. Utley.
No time to count what time was, cause I just left a planted earth.
Where I go, I hope there's rum, not to worry, mine soon come.
Now I don't know, I don't know, I don't know where I'm not gonna go when the volcano goes.
One more now.
I don't know, I don't know.
I don't know where I'm not gonna go when the volcano goes.
But I don't want to land in New York City, I don't want to land in Mexico.
I don't want to land on no Tremal Island, I don't want to see my skin all glow.
I don't want to land on no Tremal Island, I don't want to land on no Tremal Island, I don't want to land on no Tremal Island.
I don't want to land on no I or Tremal Island.
I got nothing I'm not to say.
I don't know.
I don't know.
I don't know where I'm not gonna go when the volcano goes.
Just one more.
I don't know.
I don't know.
I don't know where I'm not gonna go when the volcano goes.
Hey, all you boys and girls with the federal badges, let's talk about San Bernardino and the fact that thanks to the munkoid who ultimately signs your paychecks, or I suppose I should say signs your direct deposits, thanks to Barack Hussein Obama, ISIS is here.
Not to mention numerous other Islamic insurgencies from Boko Haram to 20 different Palestinian splinter groups.
Not to mention Mexican drug cartels.
Not to mention thousands of Latin American gang members.
And God don't let's even talk about the drug dealers, the drug mules, and drug addicts by the millions.
Everything from Georgian mafia running Medicare and Medicaid frauds to MS-13 running protection rackets right under your own windows out there in the J. Edgar building because D.C. is a big MS-13 powerhouse, as I'm sure you know.
Yes, my little badge-wearing friends, you got trouble right here in River City.
All of a sudden, you've got some genuinely bad people here in America to track down and deal with in order to keep the wealthy and powerful people who sign your direct deposits safe and make sure that they can continue to enjoy that wealth and power unhindered.
The safety and welfare of ordinary white people like Kate Steinle, who was slaughtered in San Francisco by an illegal immigrant who'd already been deported four times, never comes into your agency's calculation.
Thanks to Barack Obama and his policies, you are now facing people who have no fear of you and no respect at all for those badges that you come to our doors and flip in our faces.
Bad people who don't obey the rules like us white boys have been conditioned to do all our lives.
Bad people who don't watch Bones or Criminal Minds and who don't know that you guys are supposed to be invincible supermen with hot chicks on computers telling you everything you need to know about everything.
The fact is, dudes, that Silly Booth and Leroy Gibbs and Jack Bauer aren't real, and you're now facing a large, most likely overwhelming number of third-world criminals everywhere from Chicago to Kentucky to San Jose who are devouring American society's entrails and who were never brainwashed by exposure to Hollywood from birth like us white boys were.
They're doing everything from narcotics and human trafficking to mass murder to theft of public utilities to drinking and pissing in all the water so the American Southwest is now almost an uninhabitable desert.
All of a sudden, especially over the last couple of years, you've got some for real law enforcing to do.
Your agencies have tried to pretend for a long time that none of it was happening and you've been backed up by what Bill White calls the electronic hallucination.
But that vile, nasty reality caught up to you last week in San Bernardino.
The cat's out of the bag, guys.
ISIS is here now.
They probably have been for several years.
And Barack Obama let them in.
Once again, guys, I'm not picking on you or trying to razz you, at least not today, but we need to straight up be honest with each other, even if those FBI and spook-type fictional characters I mentioned were real.
You ain't them.
We've both seen enough to know that the real world is different, probably why so many of you prefer to hide in your cubicles and surf the internet looking for naughty Facebook posts from white teenagers rather than get out into the nasty, dangerous real world.
Hell, I don't blame you.
You're real people, and if some Salvadorian MS-13 gangster who was in this country courtesy of Barack Obama shoots at you, you're going to hurt and bleed and die, and that's no fun.
Can't draw your pension when you're dead or in a wheelchair because the Democrats need votes.
By the way, does the name Brian Terry mean anything to you guys?
He's the Border Patrol agent who was murdered in December of 2010 by Mexican cartel gangsters with a semi-auto rifle from an American gun dealer provided by Eric Holder, your boss at the time, courtesy of the operation known as Fast and Furious.
Now look, the fact is that these Democrat mulattoes like Obama and Valerie Jarrett and Eric Holder and Loretta Lynch and Jay Johnson may sign your paychecks, but you need to bear in mind, they consider your pale white ass to be as expendable as a paperclip.
They may pay you, but because of the color of your skin, they hate you, and they hold you in contempt, and that goes for your colleagues of color as well.
Given half the chance, they're going to do you down in some way, stick some bureaucratic or office-intrigue-type knife in your back to get you out of the way and get your job, and move on up the ladder of Democrat federal patronage.
But I suspect you knew that already.
In the past 14 months, since Obama's coup d 'etat, those mulattoes have done their damnedest effectively to abolish the southern border of this country.
And flood the United States with millions of barely literate third world people who have to be supported off the taxpayer's dime and who are being brought here to trade their votes for the Democratic Party in 2016 onward in exchange for welfare benefits, EBT cards, Obama phones and Obama flat screen TVs, so forth and so on.
And of course, free medical care that has virtually destroyed the American healthcare system because so many illegals are flooding the emergency rooms and clinics and have been for years.
Now, you guys with the badges sitting in your cubicles listening to this, you know better than anyone what is being done to this country through the abolition of the border because you deal with the results up close and personal.
The long Indian summer of Obama, wherein we all forgot about 9-11, is over, courtesy of those Levantine loons from ISIS who are actually trying to change the world for real.
Not in any way I want to see happen, but we have to give them their due.
ISIS is the real thing.
And I've always wondered how you guys would do if you ever did have to come up against the real thing.
Somebody who wasn't afraid of you.
Somebody who was not.
An elderly man or a woman holding her baby in her arms in a doorway.
Or a frightened child whose parents are trying to raise him in a religion not approved by the federal bureaucracy.
Well, I guess we're going to find out how good you guys really are, or not.
Courtesy of Barack Hussein Obama and his baby-shit brown friends in high places in government.
Because, you see, those mulattoes let the real ones in.
They abolished the southern border and are now allowing anybody who wants to come here to sashay on in, giving them all kinds of goodies in exchange for a vague promise to vote Democrat.
No more sitting in your cubicles all day, surfing the net and trying to find teenage white boys in Texas posting stupid things on Facebook so you can send them to prison for eight years.
No more having your tech guys in the lab fabricate bogus audio tapes of 65-year-old men hiring your informants as assassins and you boys and girls in the U.S. Attorney's Office.
No more creating entire fabricated criminal cases with multiple counts based on a Fox television drama series.
You, uh, law enforcement agents are now confronted with genuine...
Honest to God, terrorist-type criminals who will, for real, shoot back at you.
And I think you know why.
Barack Hussein Obama let them in.
Your boss has possibly quite literally knifed you in the back, or maybe shot you in the back.
Depending on what agency you're with, FBI, DHS, ATF, whatever, I'd venture to guess that by this year of our Lord 2016, a huge percentage, if not a majority, of the crime and violence that your department deals with comes from people who should not be in this country at all,
and who either gamed the system like a pinball machine, as in the case of the San Bernardino shooters, or who have been brought into this country by Barack Hussein Obama and his caramel-colored friends in order to provide votes for November 2016 and give us eight years of the half-insane Hillary Clinton.
Who will complete the transformation of the United States into a totalitarian one-party state?
You guys with the badges, of course, will have to be the ones who handle the nuts and bolts of that for Madam President.
A large part of your job will also consist of attempting to keep America more or less functioning while it ceases to become America, due to millions and millions of completely uneducated and unassimilable third-world immigrants who have been brought here for the express purpose.
Of keeping the Democratic Party in power in this country forever.
Lovely paymasters you folks have, eh boys and girls?
Like I said, guys, you're not in law enforcement anymore.
you are the servants of a dictator and that's it The immigration scene Shining and feeling clean Could it be a sin?
I got stopped By the immigration man Said he doesn't know if he can Let me in Let me in Immigration man Can I cross the line and pray?
I can stay enough I'm an immigration man I won't tow you line today I can't see it anyway He was,
with his immigration face Giving me a paper chase With
My immigration form is big enough to keep me warm When a cold wind's coming So go where you will, as long as you think you can You better watch out, watch out for the man Anywhere you're going Come on and let me in Immigration
man, can I cross the line and pray Take your fingers from the train and let me in Irritation man, I won't tell your line today I can't see it anyway I can't
see it anyway Okay, tell you what, seeing as how I'm being all grimly serious here, I think I'll just make this a kind of short cast this week and wind things up largely because it looks like I'm having some computer problems this morning that may interfere with my getting the show uploaded at all.
But we'll see how that goes.
Okay, so what do I really have to say to all you goons and goonesses with the badges who are listening to me now, seeking to deny me and my friends our civil rights and our very humanity, trying to find some way to do us harm for the crime of opposing the third world dictator who gives you money?
Some people accuse me of some kind of paranoid and neurotic obsession with you guys.
Obsession, maybe.
Paranoid, maybe, but then you really are out to get me, aren't you?
Now remember, paranoids have enemies too.
Neuronic?
No.
My obsession with you and the police, if you want to call it that, is purely political because you guys are absolutely central to the solution of the American crisis.
You keep the dictatorship in power.
Obama now.
Hillary a year from now.
Which means, basically, you keep in power a small clique of faceless men in suits whose names, if they were known, would probably mean nothing to anybody.
But the fact remains that America now is a dictatorship ruling against the will of the people based solely on the use of force and coercion.
It is no longer your badges that matter.
Those are just pieces of junk.
It is the guns on your hips that matter.
And your willingness to use them in order to keep Barry's caramel-colored ass whirling around in that swivel chair behind the desk in the Oval Office, and in a year's time your willingness to plunk the sea hag's withered buttocks down in that same chair so the misery goes on, so that the brown millions continue to swarm over our borders with no longer even a pretense of law or control, and so the dictatorship becomes permanent through the millions of Democrat votes that the invaders bring.
But you don't care, do you?
So long as that direct deposit hits your bank account every month, you're good to go.
Until, of course, one month it doesn't hit your bank.
Until the inevitable finally happens and this loony bin finally runs out of money or else just starts printing it hand over fist until it buys nothing anymore.
Okay, look guys, let's get something straight.
I'm not inciting you droids to mutiny or overthrow the dictatorship or anything like that.
That's not going to happen.
I won't say it will never happen because it may well be the case, but not in any immediately foreseeable future.
I'm a realist.
You will continue to obey and savage and kill at your master's command so long as the direct deposit drops into your account on schedule and the money will buy things.
But guys, you need to understand something for real.
Yeah, I know you don't like me, and no, you guys aren't exactly on my Christmas card list either, but let's forget about that for a moment.
I'm going to tell you a truth that I have learned over the six decades I've been around on this earth.
A truth that is confirmed by historical research and plain common sense.
Nothing lasts forever.
Not empires, not societies, not bureaucracies, not government agencies, and not dictators.
And after many years of observation and many chances to examine our world and compare that world with what's gone before, looking for patterns, I can tell you that the lifespan of the system you people serve is growing short.
And soon it will be moved aside by history.
And yes, even a few years ago, I wasn't sure that the end of this world order would come about in the lifetimes of those now living.
Now I am sure of it.
Maybe even within my lifetime.
Oh God, let's hope.
But certainly within the lifetimes of you yourselves and your children, this whole ball of wax is going to come apart.
You might want to start building a few trap doors, because when the building comes down, it's going to come down fast, and you don't want it falling on your head.
For now, our time is 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, Sarsha and Aban.
Freedom!
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