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Feb. 25, 2016 - 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 mountain.
By the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon, for the bikes 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 the north to you and me.
One more door 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 cabin eyes were watching through the night.
Many a man they chest was throbbing for the blessed warning light.
The first 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.
It's February the 25th, 2016.
I'm Harold Covington, and this is Radio Free Northwest.
Alright, my respiratory infection from last week is still ongoing, but I've been promising you guys some kind of comprehensive commentary on the Harney County Militia thing for weeks now, and it's time I delivered.
So I apologize for any frog-like resonances in my voice this week.
Ribbit.
Ribbit.
Dozens of white lives have now been destroyed by what was done down there in Burns, Oregon, including the life of old man Cliven Bundy himself, who will now be dying in prison.
Surprise, surprise.
Bundy was lured to Oregon on a visit to his sons in jail, where he walked in, was arrested, and ended up in a cell himself for the remainder of his life.
There's no question that Cliven Bundy will never see his home in Nevada again.
And will die in prison for the crime of embarrassing a third world dictator while firing not one single shot in defiance of that dictator, and spilling not so much as a single drop of the blood of the tyrant's servants.
Death in prison is what you get in Obama's America when you resist and protest using symbolism, or in Lavoie Finnegan's case, what you get is to be murdered in the snow as an example to terrorize others into bowing low and submitting to the tyrant's will.
As an aside, I might wonder how much worse it could possibly be if we were to use something other than symbolic protest and street theater.
I mean, if the only difference between holding a semi-automatic rifle up in the air so that the television cameras can see it, and actually pointing the weapon and pulling the trigger is, oh, five or ten years more on your 50-year or life without parole sentence, then I'm not quite sure why we still have this obsession with symbolic dog and pony shows.
But apparently we do.
Our wee little movement, or our wee little community, or our tiny little section of the internet, or however you want to describe this almost microscopic section of the white American population we have access to and can speak for.
Anyway, we need to sit down and conduct an extended post-mortem on Harney County and try, try, try, if at all possible, actually to learn something from this.
You see, our primary problem is twofold.
Not only do we continue to fail decade after decade, but we seem utterly incapable of learning anything from our failure.
We are experts at providing examples to ourselves and our posterity of how not to do it.
70 years of failure.
The classic definition of stupidity is doing the same thing over and over again, yet each time expecting a different result, and that's us, guys.
That's us in everything we do.
The great British National Socialist Colin Jordan once said that our movement has a very big heart and a very small head.
Both the big heart and the small head were prominently on display down in Harney County during the month of January.
Now, let me say something before we proceed any further.
I want to be clear on one thing.
Unlike so much of what we've done down through the years, this episode in Oregon has not been a total failure.
There is at least moral progress of a sort, although we have achieved that progress at an appalling cost.
Small hit or not, these two dozen or so people in Harney County who sacrificed their lives for freedom did just that.
They sacrificed everything for freedom, for a political and moral principle.
for something higher than themselves and their own benefit or desire, and they did so with forethought and presumably at least a theoretical acceptance of the possible consequences, although I'm not sure that many of them actually had any idea as to what life as a slave laborer in Obama's prison industrial complex is like.
White people don't do that anymore.
They don't do anything anymore for any moral principle higher than themselves, never mind openly defy the American dictatorship.
The fact that it happened in this case was a throwback, an anachronism, a sudden reversion to an earlier genetic operating system for white men.
Those people in Burns, Oregon did all the wrong things.
Indeed, it's hard to think of any aspect of this incident.
They didn't screw up.
But they did the wrong things for the right reasons this time, and for us, that is incredible progress.
This was not our usual little racist spaz attack.
This was not some lone individual acting off a sense of personal grievance where race factors in, but it's not the only thing involved.
This was not some funny little man who hears voices in his head going berserk with a gun.
This is not some hysterical pissed-off kid flipping out with a piece and gunning down some street niggers because he simply can't take being insulted and belittled and degraded anymore by people and creatures who are quite clearly inferior and who have no right to be where they are.
And damn sure no right to be telling him what to do.
This is not some enraged middle-aged man who has finally realized that he has been buttfucked by America, and then some ragheads who should not be here come along and steal his parking place for the umpteenth time and he just snaps.
This was a group of white people electing to take action collectively, as a group, in defense of moral principle and in pursuit of a political objective.
That fact alone makes Harney County of historic significance, and as badly as these men and women screwed the pooch, nothing can ever take that away from them.
They made a grand gesture, one for which they will probably suffer the torments of hell for the rest of their lives.
Was it worth it?
No.
But it was done.
There is nothing more futile than grand gestures in politics.
And I wish these people hadn't done what they did, and they'd found something more constructive to do with their lives and their guns.
But it now is what it is, so let's see how we can turn it to good use.
The first question that jumps up at me, a question which I'm sure will recur again and again down through the ages, as any historians and scholars who might survive discuss why the white race perished from the face of the earth.
Anyway, the first question has to do with Ammon Bundy.
Now, I'm going to assume for the sake of this presentation that the media narrative for once actually bears some resemblance to the truth, and that Emin Bundy was in fact the quote-unquote leader of this clusterfuck, as opposed to merely being the public spokesman.
That he was in fact its inspiration and guiding light, and most of the planning was his.
That's another problem.
It's not clear just how much advanced planning there actually was in all this.
These guys might have just ended their street demonstration in burns and decided to go cruise out to the wildlife refuge and move in as a kind of sit-in.
There were a lot of media comments in the early days as to the alleged shortage of food and other supplies at the refuge, almost like the militia had brought their guns but not their rations.
It's still virtually impossible for anyone to get any clear idea of what actually happened and when with regard to it.
Anything about this incident.
Be that as it may, for now, let's go with the official narrative until it appears that it's not accurate, and we'll keep Ammon Bundy as the generalissimo and fearless leader here, our own latter-day John Brown.
The urgent question here is the same that keeps arising in the case of the half-insane Brown back in 1859.
What the hell was he thinking?
What in God's name was going on in this man's mind?
What did Ammon Bundy think was going to happen when he publicly defied and denied a third world African dictator and publicly mooned him, as it were?
Did Ammon Bundy believe that there was going to be some kind of phone call from Obama and Barry was going to pull Step and Fetch it and release the Hammond father and son and make him...
Oh, please, Mr. Cowboy, don't wave that big gun around no more.
I'm so scared.
I do what you say, boss.
And the whole thing would end up in a guest appearance on Saturday Night Live for all the occupiers?
Why in the name of all that is holy would he think such a thing?
And yet, in this deranged, media-centric society, it's possible that he had some idea like that in the back of his mind.
Now, I'm the last to say a single good word about any of these federal thugs and hired killers, but they are who they are.
They're mercenaries, and they will do what they've been hired to do, albeit with as much care to the safety of their own skins as possible, as when they sent over 100 men in 40 vehicles and fired over 100 shots in order to murder the middle-aged man that they had chosen to serve as an example.
Why did Ammon Bundy not understand these morally denatured hyenas from the FBI would kill if they were ordered to do so?
What possessed him to believe, as he must have done, that Barry would refrain from giving such an order?
Barry is a nigger.
His so-called Justice Department is full of niggers.
They have no sense of legality, ethics, or moral conscience which would prevent any of them from giving an order to commit murder any more than did Idi Amin.
Why, why, why did Ammon Bundy not grasp this?
Why did that example have to be made out of Leroy Finnicum at all?
Why did somebody have to make a point that everybody on the militia side should already have known, understood, and accepted without being told?
I.e.
that tyrants cannot allow open defiance and will kill those who attempt it.
What the hell did Ammon Bundy think was going to happen when he behaved as he did?
God, I wish I could somehow just sit down and talk to him and try to figure out what was going on in his mind so that we can make sure that none of us ever go through this again.
And if we're going to start trading in the lives of our friends and family, we'd do it to some purpose.
When the events at the Malur Wildlife Refuge began to unfold, I think that, like most of us, I briefly hoped that at long last this was going to be it.
Somebody other than me had finally gotten some white people to listen to him and follow a plan, as I have never been able to do, and managed to avoid being infiltrated with informers long enough to actually organize something that would give the Northwest its Easter Rebellion, some equivalent of the 1022 that I describe in my novels.
Down through the years, there have been those who have asked me why I don't get everybody together and pass out the guns and go march on the state capitol in Olympia and proclaim the Northwest Republic or declare the NVA to be real and start shooting at niggers on the street or some fantasy of the kind.
I don't do that because unlike the overwhelming majority of the so-called alt-right, I actually do have some military experience, even if it's 40 years out of date, and I know what all this involves.
Not to mention that if I did issue any such call to arms, no one would come, except assorted spies for the secret police and some few really dim bulbs indeed.
Plus, anybody who answered such call would have to be a gibbering idiot himself.
If you've been paying attention, I'm sure you've noticed that the FBI does stings like that all the time, surrounding some poor old Apu from down at the Quickie Mart with a so-called terror cell of five or six people, every single one of whom is an FBI plan except for the targeted individual.
Then they end up providing the targeted individual with an inert explosives belt or a truck full of dummy explosive.
They get the target to drive somewhere and bada-bing, bada-boom, a poos in Marion for the next 30 years.
I've been waiting for them to pull this on us.
But just because I don't have the chops to mount my white horse with my cape billowing in the wind and flourish my saber aloft and blow charge like Teddy and Arsenic and Old Lace...
Nor, for that matter, do I have the horse or the cape or the saber or the bugle.
Anyway, that doesn't mean that there aren't other, younger and healthier men out there with qualities and strength of character that I lack who might be able to pull it off.
There damned well better be if the white race is to have any hope of survival.
You know, there's no cosmic law that declares that white nationalism couldn't find its own Che Guevara or Dan Breen or Bill Anderson.
When the Malur wildlife refuge thing began, I thought that somehow, despite the unpropitious season, someone had finally decided to do something, to take direct action for change.
I know that thrill went across our entire little world.
You could almost feel the hope energizing the computer keyboards.
No such luck.
It quickly became clear that nothing of the kind was happening.
What was occurring at Malur was not any kind of insurrection against the dictatorship, nor was it ever intended to be.
It was an act of symbolic protest.
A bit of street theater.
Or in this case, high plains in the snow in midwinter theater.
I've said before that we've all been waiting for Godot for many years.
It looks like I was far more acutely ironic than I knew.
Godot finally came and it turned out that he was nothing more than an actor after all.
A character in a morality play.
A mime in a cowboy hat.
We needed William Wallace, but we got Woody Harrelson.
The guns were just stage props, and I'm sure that up until the moment Obama's murderers shot down Lavoie Finnicum, the Bundys and the rest of the militia thought everybody got that, just like the spoiled little lefty brats of Kent State and the weathermen in Occupy Wall Street.
White Americans have been raised in this weird, make-believe culture that teaches that words mean nothing.
That's what got those five communist scumbags killed in Greensboro back in 1979.
I imagine that when Obama's killers cut down Lavoie Finnicum right in front of them and wounded Ryan Bundy, apparently just with their wild shooting, the Bundy brothers were utterly astounded.
I've seen that shocked and horrified reaction on other occasions down through the years, when somebody calls some gun-waving right-wing blowhard's bluff on his revolutionary rhetoric.
Hey, come on, guys!
We didn't really mean it!
Well, the tyrants do mean it.
I received a letter the other day from Bill White dated January the 28th, so it only took about three and a half weeks to get here from Chicago, which in Bill's case means it made good time.
His comment on the events in Harney County are simple and to the point, and I quote, Do not point guns at people if you are not both willing to kill and prepared to die.
Do not take up arms against America's Zionist occupiers if you are not prepared to do the same.
I thought these guys weren't taking this seriously enough and now they know.
Shit gets real.
End quote.
In my opinion, the problem was that these people weren't taking it seriously at all.
To them, this was just a symbolic protest and I'm sure they thought by now they'd be back home safe and sound.
I'm not sure, despite their rhetoric, that all of them really understood that they might actually get hurt.
I would love to know just what the hell was going on in their minds and what they thought was going to happen to them.
I suspect Lavoie Finnecum got a preview of coming attractions when he heard that the local child protective services back in Arizona, or whatever their department is down there, had raided his ranch and seized four of his foster children and taken them away into the night.
I would imagine that Evan Bundy was deceived into thinking that he could get away with it because he was part of a successful effort in the spring of 2014 down in Nevada.
When a large force of volunteers managed to force the Bureau of Land Management to back off when they came to steal some of the Bundy family's cattle.
Now let me repeat the operative words here.
In the spring of 2014, and a large force of volunteers, several thousand strong, although how many were actually deployed at any one time, I could never gather.
Not in the dead of winter, and not with two dozen people.
I'll get back to this after we've had some of our usual guests on, but right now my diseased voice needs a break, as I'm sure you can tell.
Something light, tuneful, and gently ironic, I think.
Here's a classic by the Irish Rovers.
What will we do with a drunken sailor?
Way, hey, an upshire rises.
There lie in the morning.
Put him in a long boat till he's sober.
There lie in the morning.
Way, hey, an upshire rises.
There lie in the morning.
There lie in the morning.
Stick him in the cover with a hose pipe on him.
There lie in the morning.
Way, hey, an upshire rises.
There lie in the morning.
Put him in the bed with a captain's daughter.
There lie in the morning.
Way, hey, an upshire rises.
There lie in the morning.
That's what we do with a drunken sailor.
There lie in the morning.
Way, hey, an upshire rises.
There lie in the morning.
Way, hey, an upshire rises.
There lie in the morning.
Way, hey, an upshire rises.
Way, hey, an upshire rises.
Breathe in.
Got a load going from Georgia over to Oklahoma.
And we're past the biggest distraction of last fall and this year.
Football season's over.
The Super Bowl's over.
So you guys can go and get it in gear and start back with your planning, your migration, and your scouting trip.
So...
Here this last week, hit some blizzard conditions and stuff, and the road was shut down up there in Wyoming and Nebraska.
Nebraska for two days, I-80 was shut down, so the company let me go on a detour down through the Four Corners area and come across so I can go on and get our delivery done and stuff.
But, you know, you guys, now that football season's over with, you can get back to planning your...
I mean, yeah, I know.
I listen to a lot of different podcasts.
I've listened to all the back episodes, but yeah, I've got a lot of time to do that because I'm just boogying down the road and it's something to pass the time, but it's also educational, so I encourage you all to go and listen to the back episodes, not just the current ones, because there's a lot of good information in there.
Also, Mr. Covington could use the fundings to help get this show on the road.
Or continue on down the road, I should say.
So go and pry them wallets open and throw a few shekels out to the northwest.
It would be appreciated.
I don't get anything out of it.
I throw my shekels his way also on a monthly basis.
If all of you did like is being requested, this would get going a lot quicker.
It can also help if you would, let's see now, how should I word this?
We've got another big distraction winding up, and it won't end until November.
That is the primaries and all that, the election year this year, so you really need to go and vote with your feet.
Just get out here.
What more can I say with that?
Y 'all are probably going, well, I can't find a job out there.
Well, Amazon just is opening up a new distribution center, or, excuse me, fulfillment center that's, I think there are, what, over 1,000, I think it was like 1,200 jobs coming open in this new fulfillment center.
So, there you go.
There's some place to be employed.
I've heard rumors that they're going to be talking about getting an alternative energy fuel thing going in Tacoma.
There'll be some more jobs.
Just had stumbled across this past week.
There's a, down in the Eugene area in Oregon, there's an electric car company that's supposed to start production.
Later this year, so on their production line, they're projecting to go online.
It's producing an electric car, three-wheeler, and the name of it is Arcimoto, I think it is.
I'm not sure if that's how it's pronounced, but it's A-R-C-I-M-O-T-O.
And I'm not sure exactly...
How many employees they're going to need to expand to get this project putting cars out or electric vehicles out.
But for all you tree huggers or people that want to help improve the environment that are into that kind of thing, there you go.
There's another job source that you might be able to get into.
Helping to pump out some electric cars to get us off that Saudi rag-headed oil that keeps flowing in here and causing wars and a lot of our troops to getting injured and killed over there fighting for the sand land.
Anyway, those are just my thoughts on that matter.
So, let's get it in gear, people.
And...
Get your scouting trip out of the way and get migration going and get out here to the homeland.
So anyway, all right, this is the trucker signing off for another little tidbits from the road.
We'll be right back.
Now I'm going to be discussing At Hitler's Side, which is a war diary by von Below, who served as a Luftwaffe adjunct.
Now, on June 15th of 1937, von Below was called into the presence and also into total obedience.
Now, as we know, in those days...
There was a great sympathy among all Germans, even those who opposed the Czech occupation over the Danzig issue.
This led to a 16-point plan centering on Danzig and the corridor, and also the concern that the Poles were in breach of a 1934 treaty.
Now, as far as the Poles actually being a threat to Germany at this time seems certainly doubtful.
But there were multiple factors influencing the beginning of the war.
For one thing, Hitler greatly sympathized with the Finns, and certainly in regard to the Russo-Finish War.
He wanted them to have their own corridor.
Also, of course, Hitler very much despised the Bolsheviks.
Also, of course, there was a lot of raw material out in Russia.
So, my geography...
Poland is just, unfortunately, it's rather in the way.
Amongst the Poles, their leadership was good.
The Poles did fight bravely, but really, Poland was not technically ready for what was then modern war brought about by the Germans.
So this might have been a simple matter, but for Poland's ties to the British.
And, of course, the British were rivals of the Germans.
On the world stage especially, and this is something I once talked about in terms of sea power versus land power.
One of the things that this historical interest here was that, especially early on in the war, Hitler tended to imagine the war would be limited because he imagined that the British would not want to lose their empire.
In a more material mode, the Reich really needed air power and it needed raw materials.
And this is a theme that would be mentioned over and over in this book, is the development of various fighter and bomber craft.
Now, for much of the war, apparently they had something called the JUADH, which was a two-engine craft.
And they were also trying to develop four-engine craft.
Early on, they had something called LV-2, which they were using as a second line of defense.
And they even had a type of plane called the HE-176 that at that point was capable of 1,000 kpm.
The author says that there was some dispute regarding the HE-100 and the ME-109.
Even though one was better than the other, ultimately what won out was the craft favored by Goring.
The author and Hitler eventually come to agree that Goring was not the most competent to lead aviation.
He tended to be overconfident in German technology and not keen enough on new developments.
These issues were not trivial details by any means.
On a material level, crossing the channel in those days...
It was easier said than done, and it was often a question of weather, which was often inclement.
This led to the constant putting off of something called Operation Sea Lion, which would have been a full-scale invasion of Britain.
Now, if implemented, this would have subdued the British completely.
But what ended up happening was a lot of bombing raids on Britain, which did not have the effect that was wished.
Also, too, superior air power would have greatly eased the operations really on all fronts.
By 1943, you had the development of the famous Messerschmitt 262, and this was and, in a sense, would have been a very Now, really, as they mention again in this book, it really did come too late.
Now we're originally, the ME-262 was designed as a fighter craft, but there were those that wanted it to be a bomber.
Now, this really gummed up the works, because by the time the ME-262 was ready as a fighter, It never got to be a bomber because of weight issues.
Again, it was really, sadly, too late.
There were some pilots, like Hannah Reich.
She was decorated with the Iron Cross First Class due to some really daring flying and extensive injuries at one point.
She, among a few other highly dedicated national socialists, wanted to instigate kamikaze missions.
By doing this, they wanted to buy some time.
Hitler really would not hear of this highly idealistic and self-sacrificing concept.
He continued to have faith in the development of various super weapons that he always felt were right around the corner or hoped were right around the corner, and indeed, a
There are even some historians that claim that if the war had gone on just a bit longer, with the development of the Messerschmitt 262 and the V1 and V2 rocketry, and also, needless to say, the super-classified, I believe they called it the Hardwater Project, which was a Manhattan-type of project.
The idea of ultimate victory would have not been so impossible.
Another factor, and perhaps even somewhat of a warping influence on Hitler, was the notion of the Allies conflicting among themselves.
It was very much believed in various German circles at that time that the Russians and the Americans in particular would eventually conflict.
True, we did have the Cold War, but that did not come about until the late 1940s.
Now, up until 1944, Hitler wisely feared the American Jewish influence more than the Bolshevik.
As Hitler got more and more desperate, Hitler became seduced by the notion that America would allow Germany some limited...
Self-determination as a bulwark against the Soviets.
To that end, there was even some appointments made regarding how such a society would be governed in the future.
There was a notion that there would be a North and South Germany that would have some degree of limited autonomy.
This hope was particularly expressed after the 20th of July 1944.
for This was when an especially serious assassination attempt occurred.
After this serious attempt, Hitler was left with physical injuries, including nerve damage, and also the psychological effects of the knowledge of deep treason.
So at this point, he was really starting to grasp at straws.
This mental strain contributed to this sense of flirtation with Westernization, or the sense, again, that the Reich would have some kind of autonomy after the war.
And it was a belief of this sort that was popular among many Germans, and I would say contributed to a Some Germans wanting to get involved in things like Operation Paperclip and moving to the West and getting involved in NASA and rocketry.
Now, of course, some of that was also personal ambition and greed as well, I'm sure.
On the 22nd of April of 1945, Hitler decided that he wanted to stay in Berlin.
And von Below concludes this war journal by saying that Hitler would be remembered as a great political revolutionary.
Now, von Below was one of the last to leave the bunker alive, and he left on April the 29th.
He was relieved to have the war and his mission at an end.
Now, eventually, von Below would be captured by the British.
Eventually, of course, ends up being released and survives the war.
This book gives a very vivid account, and it's especially giving a vivid account of the war from a military planning and strategic perspective.
I would say I've learned a great deal from it.
I'm sure you'll enjoy it very much.
Particularly if you have an interest in the aviation history related to the Second World War.
So have a good evening and hail victory, comrades.
You're welcome.
Greetings from Seattle.
This is Andy Donner, and I am really a robot.
Heil Hitler.
We must secure the existence of our people and a future for white children.
Sieg Heil.
Diversity is a code word for white genocide.
Rubber baby buggy bumper.
White power.
I will continue to bore you with my robot voice.
Sucks to be you right now.
Ha ha ha.
I'll be the first person to admit the initial handful of RFN submissions I sent in were subpar, and just a little bit, well, off.
But that was a long time ago, and yet someone asks the party whether or not I'm a robot on a semi-regular basis.
And what's really interesting about this is that it almost always comes on the heels of a panel discussion wherein you've all listened to a recording of me talking in real time with other actual not-at-all-robotic people.
It dawned on me that some of you may not know what a robot sounds like, so I decided I'd take care of that for you.
You're welcome.
So as it turns out, I am an actual person.
And speaking of people, there's been a certain amount of chatter on the party website and message board about how the Northwest Imperative isn't doing outreach to normal people.
As usual, this criticism comes in several varieties, but it all boils down to the suggestion that our methods of recruitment and general propaganda aren't effective, or else we would have racist hit squads popping up all over the Pacific Northwest doing things to entertain you all as you watch the evening news in between attempts to further justify your refusal to come home.
Newsflash.
That's not how this works.
Let me tell you a story about the first white nationalist I ever met.
This story takes place in early October 2010, about six weeks after I initially found the party and investigated its claims enough to know I needed to come home myself.
At that time, the Northwest Front operated the white nationalist email list, which was aimed at the whole taking this thing off of the internet concept we've been over before.
I'm one of about five people to have ever used the list for its intended function.
Briefly.
I ought to observe that this puts the lie to all of that white community stuff everyone else in the movement talks about, but that's sufficiently off-topic that I'll leave it be for now.
Anyway, I started meeting the people off of the list in my general area.
The first white nationalist I ever met was the first person off of this list with whom I was able to schedule a face-to-face.
It was certainly interesting, and I learned a lot from him over a period of several hours.
He was curious what I intended to get out of the meeting, and at that point, aside from all of the information I gleaned from him, it was to get some sort of a decent report sent back to the party.
Part of the purpose of the white nationalist email list was to have evaluations of those meeting sent back to the party so the people you might call the staff could get a better idea about their email contacts.
So this guy did what I asked and wrote back a detailed analysis.
One particular item in this feedback struck me as problematic.
He actually wrote a word of warning about me to Harold.
Just one, thankfully, but there it was.
To be fair, it wasn't at all an insult towards me, and it certainly wasn't derogatory in any way.
Nevertheless, it was a little bit disturbing because I didn't care for its implications.
He said that I might be too good to be true.
This is upsetting because I'm actually pretty bland.
You might even say I'm robotic.
I went to school, learned a skill, got a job, and didn't outright ruin my life.
While I'm not down on myself at all, I don't have outstandingly positive highlights to me as an individual, yet somehow I'm too good to be true?
Sadly, I see what he meant.
I hadn't been in the movement for even a couple of months, and I had started to think the stereotypes of the movement weren't actually true.
There's a reason Harold periodically talks about breaking out of the bubble, wherein the party actually starts to talk directly to the white population as a whole.
Admittedly, this reason is ultimately about executing the process of creating the Northwest American Republic, but there's a side perk of avoiding the usual movement personalities.
I wasn't really a white nationalist prior to finding the Northwest Front, which effectively makes me one of those normal people whom the party supposedly doesn't reach out to.
This is the real reason I don't take certain sorts of criticism very seriously.
As one of those normal people who is too good to be true, here I am, despite the best efforts of the party's detractors to insist I don't, or perhaps I shouldn't, exist.
Harold and I keep asking a particular question, but we can't seem to spell it out in the right way to get real answers.
But I'll try again.
My racial ideology aside, I didn't want anything to do with white nationalism because the usual personalities I referenced earlier are known quantities to the general population, also made up of normal people.
But the party's material was effective on me, and here I am.
So not only does it appear we have at least some sort of outreach to the general public, poor though it may be, but we know it's at least minimally effective, too.
This, however, makes us ask the unfortunate question of why it doesn't motivate everyone else the way it motivated me.
Well, guys, why is that?
And before I end this segment, I have to observe that I'm opening the party up to massive amounts of criticism of the sort we do genuinely need.
None of our usual critics, who make themselves out to be concerned with the status of the Butler plan, have responded to this matter specifically, and I find this remarkable.
Since I'm already asking questions, I'd also like to know what the deal is there, too.
Shutting down.
You may safely power off Andy Donner at any time.
Hail victory!
This is a song called Othelia, and it's the latest from the British nationalist singer and songwriter Arland Bran.
Othelia, and it's the latest from the British nationalist.
Before I get back onto the subject of Harney County, Oregon, I'd like to comment briefly on another topic that Andy touched on in his robotic monotone just now.
Now, I've been getting some more requests to revive the public email contact list that the party used to have, which at the moment I am not inclined to do.
Now, I will concede that when that project was operative, and it was operative on and off for almost 10 years, we did succeed in getting some people together off internet all around North America.
So the list was, in fact, of some use.
I won't go into a lot of detail here in a public forum, but since I came to the Pugetopolis and we started building a small community here, I have revived that list twice and suspended it twice due to abuse, by which I mean in two cases there were individuals who, for various reasons, I considered to be dubious in their intentions and ambiguous in their agenda.
Men who were pretty clearly cruising around the Northwest trying to meet people and get close.
Data mine our fledgling little settlement groups and who, oh how can I put this, who appeared to me to be operating off an agenda that had nothing to do with the 14 words.
I won't get into details because I can't.
Let's just say that I have many years of experience with our We Little Women's personnel problems and these guys made my spidey sense tingle.
Especially in view of recent developments, I'm no longer comfortable with anything that gives total strangers and outsiders any potential entry point into our small circles, put it that way.
That we know of, there has been one unsuccessful attempt to infiltrate our Puget Sound circle with an individual wearing electronic monitoring devices in the past seven years.
This was back around the time when Edgar Steele was arrested on the basis of audio fabricated by the FBI laboratory.
It didn't work.
That person found so little in the way of potential criminal activity that apparently even the FBI sound lab couldn't make anything of it.
But I don't like the timing there.
It's the thought that counts.
Given the increasing level of paranoia on the part of the dictatorship, and also the growing confidence on the part of the secret police now that, thanks to the Bundys, they know we won't actually fire on them, I am expecting an increase in that kind of activity, and I see no need to facilitate it.
Okay, getting back to Harney County, I have a second question for Ammon Bundy, one that I would put to him if I could visit him in his prison cell.
Why, in defiance of all common sense, did you select the dead of winter in the Pacific Northwest for your little bit of street theater, or sagebrush theater, or whatever?
You live in Idaho now, apparently, according to the internet, so you have to know what High Plains winter is like.
For crying out loud, Ammon.
January?
I assume that you had some vision that thousands of people would rush to your aid like they rushed to your father's aid down there in Nevada when the dictatorship tried to steal your cattle and Harry Reid's developer son tried to steal your land, which I gather he's going to get now at knockdown prices since your dad was arrested.
No doubt this vision of huge militia armies coming over the hill like the cavalry in a John Wayne movie was all part of that central fantasy of yours.
That somehow or other, the world could be changed through acts of symbolism.
Now, maybe you thought that you were starting a CIA-style color revolution like the so-called Arab Spring, or in this case, the Oregon Winter.
Yes, several thousand people from around the West did come to your father's aid once before, Ammon, in the spring.
Let me repeat that.
In the spring of 2014, when there was a fairly large playing field to operate on, and not a small, constricted area to hole up in.
Where the land was not snowbound, and the area was accessible to all-terrain vehicles and horses, not relying on two or three asphalt highways that could be and were easily choked off by roadblocks and checkpoints.
Also, when it was warm enough to get a much larger number of those keyboard commandos out from behind their keyboards, which is hard enough to do even when it's high summer out.
The simple fact is that the overwhelming majority of all our big badass militiamen who swagger around the gun shows and the right-wing gatherings boasting about how they're going to do such mighty deeds of valor one of these days when the time is right, they're just LARPers.
Live action role players.
Cowardly buffoons playing dress-up in camouflage who will fold like lawn chairs at the first rattle of a pair of handcuffs or the rustle of a federal indictment.
And everybody knows it, including the FBI.
You should have known it too, Ammon, better than anyone.
You've been living with them and working with them for years.
You should have had no illusions that all that beer talk and internet talk would ever amount to a bucket of warm spit.
How could you have been so deceived about the character of the people you worked with, and to whom you were entrusting your life and the lives of your friends?
George Washington's men may have lived through Valley Forge, but George Washington had white men, whereas all we've got is pale males.
Today's white American males are not the men our ancestors were.
They are children of civilization who have been raised on six flags and central heating.
They are simply too soft and weak and unaccustomed to living outdoors for more than a couple of nights, especially in sub-zero weather.
They're not going to do it.
And if they attempt it, they will be useless.
Guys, if we are ever going to try for real change in the society, one of the primary things we have to do, we have to force ourselves to do, is that we must stop deceiving ourselves as to who and what we have to work with by way of human resources.
I spent roughly the first ten years of my political life in a futile attempt to get Americans of the 1970s to comport themselves in the manner of Germans from the 1920s.
It didn't work.
By the same token, we cannot get the pale males of the 20-teens to act like they're Continentals from Valley Forge or Quantrill's Raiders or even like Rockwell's tiny band of stormtroopers.
I won't say those breeds are extinct.
They're not, but we can't access them because I can't persuade you guys to...
Help me find them and identify them in any meaningful time frame.
You're just sitting there waiting for me to do it all for you and wave my magic wand.
The hell of it is, even at this late date, I might actually be able to pull off something like that if I could get some of you participatory instead of just tuning in every week.
but we won't go through that again.
Charge!
Charge the Black House!
Thank you.
Thank you.
Is it possible for us to achieve genuine change in this society, using the type of pale males that we've been given to work with?
Yes, it is.
Most deaf, as the niggers say.
This is going to be a long series of commentaries over the next few weeks, and I'll get into that.
Suffice it to say that just because the body is soft and weak or old doesn't necessarily mean that the mind isn't sharp and the spirit isn't strong.
As Xenophon said, and I'm paraphrasing here, the army that is stronger in soul wins.
Well, sometimes.
Yes, I know, Ammon, a few people did come to help you and bring you the supplies which, for whatever reason, you don't seem to have actually brought with you.
I know some of them.
They came, but they did not stay, and I don't blame them.
That was clearly the right decision.
Yes, I know that there are still a few exceptions in the world.
A few throwbacks to an older moral and genetic version of today's pale mail.
You obviously found a few, Ammon.
You didn't find enough.
Giving you honorary rebel status for the moment, even though you clearly weren't revolutionary in your intentions, you made a mistake that has been made down through history by a hundred different revolutionaries.
You thought that if you built it, they would come.
No, they won't.
You thought that if you actually started something, then the great masses would see and be inspired and rise up.
No, they won't, Ammon and all the rest of you.
The masses in this country will never rise up.
They will do what they have been socially engineered and bred and conditioned to do all their lives.
They will sit and they will watch on their television screens.
Because the Zionist power structure has spent almost a full century carefully, culturally, mentally, and emotionally programming them to do that very thing in order to defuse and extinguish any possible revolution that might deprive the Jews and their liberal allies of their wealth and power.
Yes, there have been some cases in history where the bulk of the people have risen up.
I've told you the story of Camille de Molin and the fall of the Bastille in July of 1789, and no, don't worry, I'm not going to play La Marseillaise again.
Sometimes, on very rare occasions, it does happen like that.
But history is replete with examples, where the leader in a small band raised the banner of rebellion and stood there waiting with bated breath for the peasants to take up their pitchforks and torches, And the leader and his small band ended up swinging from the trees when the king's soldiers showed up instead, or lying face down murdered in the snow.
This is Michael Martin Murphy and he's playing your song, Ammon.
As I walked out on the streets of Laredo
As I walked out in Laredo one day, I spied a young cowboy wrapped up in white linen, wrapped up in white linen and cold as...
I
I see by your outfit that you are a cowboy These words he did say as I boldly walked by Come sit down beside me and hear my sad story I'm shot in the breast and I know I must die I'm
a young cowboy and I know I don't It was once in the saddle I used to go dashing It was once in the saddle I used to go gay First to the dram house And then to the card house
Got shot in the breast And I'm dying today We found you a group of young cowboys Tell them the story of this my sad fate Tell one and the other before they go further To
stop their wild roving before it's too late We all loved
our comrades,
although he'd done There is
something I have to speak of now regarding the Harney County incident, which may well be the most historically and politically significant takeaway from this whole business, an aspect which may have deep and long-ranging implications for the future.
Harney County, in the behavior of Ammon Bundy and his associates, has formally and publicly demonstrated something that I think we all knew in the privacy of our own thoughts, but which was seldom spoken of out loud.
...
...
Reasons which will be obvious if you think about them, I never made a big deal out of this.
But I knew that at some point down the road something would happen, and I would be forced one day, once again, to voice out loud certain extremely uncomfortable truths that our wee little community most certainly does not want to hear, but which we had damned well better hear and internalize.
This question.
Christmas Panto in Harney County, Oregon, has proven something that all of us have suspected, including, I'm sure, the FBI and what is laughably referred to as federal law enforcement.
I say laughable because when you live in a third-world dictatorship where the dictator rules by his own account, with the stroke of his pen and his voice on the telephone, obviously there are no more laws to enforce, and that's a stupid term to use.
The FBI and all the other alphabet soup of secret police agencies are just Obama's gunmen, really.
Anyway, The Great Secret is now out.
All this malicious stuff, the camouflage fatigues and the waving of assorted AR-180 models in the air for the television cameras and the talk about the Constitution, it's all bluff.
We will wave the guns in the air for the television cameras, but we won't actually point them and pull the trigger, which I'm sure is a big load off the minds of the secret police.
Their direct deposits are safe and will be enjoyed for many years to come.
I'm sure there may have been times in the past when the secret police were, in fact, a little worried that some of the peasants might actually break years of mental and emotional and subliminal conditioning and fire on them.
I mean, what with all the waving of the weapons in the air and all that Budweiser talk, all the camouflage fatigue, swagging around looking big and bad and tough and jungle ready or whatever.
But the last time that happened in real life was when?
23 years ago next month?
And even then, the Branch Davidians weren't really, quote-unquote, Us.
People tend to forget that they were actually a very weird, multiracial cult.
I suspect that certain individuals within the power structure, faceless white and Jewish men in suits whose names are almost certainly completely unknown to the world at large, but who are in charge of actually trying to run this loony bin anyway, I think these guys were also somewhat concerned.
They were pretty sure it was nothing but bluff, but they didn't actually know.
I mean, let's face it.
300 million firearms in private hands?
That's an awful lot of guns, no matter how many generations you've spent using the media and perverting the national culture to make sure that those guns are never turned on the men and the women in the suits with the money and the power.
Some kind of accidental Lexington or Fort Sumter was always a possibility, only now they know that it won't happen.
They know that all they have to do is murder one or two of us as an example and we'll hunker down in the corner, thumping our tails on the floor as we piss ourselves like whipped dogs.
Which, I suppose, is what we are.
Doesn't matter how many guns we've got hidden away in our barns or our garages or in secret gun closets so we can take them out at night and stroke them and dream of all the great deeds we'll do one day when that balloon goes up.
The regime now knows that we're never going to actually point them and pull the trigger.
We're too timid and frightened and cowed and beaten down.
If we make the nigger mad, the bad men in black might come and hurt us.
To me, the one single thing that stands out about the whole of the Harney County episode is that of the something over 100 shots fired, they were all fired by the secret police killers in order to murder one old man.
Not one round was fired by the descendants of the men who stood on Lexington Green or at the Concord Bridge to make this country.
The dictator and his servants now know that we never will.
We're going to pay for that.
But 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 2188, Bremerton, Washington, 98310.
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 on the bond.
Freedom.
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