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March 10, 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 wear orders from the captain, get you ready quick and soon, for the bikes must be together by the rising of the moon.
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, rightful known to you and me.
One more roar for signal, token whistle, up an arching 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-walled cabin eyes were watching through the night, many a man, he chest was rubbing for the blessed warming light.
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 March the 10th, 2016.
I'm Harold Covington, and this is Radio Free Northwest.
Okay, in the light of the events of Super Tuesday and other primaries since then, I think it's time we revisited the Donald Trump situation.
Hillary, no need.
She's got it taped now, and she's back to being inevitable.
Well, she always was.
It's pretty clear that she's not going to be indicted or in any way inconvenienced over the email thing.
She's Hillary.
She gets a pass, as always.
Now, I need to make some things clear at the outset.
Let me just quickly reiterate that I have not drunk the Donald Trump Kool-Aid, and I never will.
I say to you again that A. Donald Trump is not one of us.
He doesn't even seem to be a common or garden variety conservative.
Up until he ran for president, he doesn't seem to have shown any interest in politics or any of this.
Just money and his own ego.
No one seems to know just what Trump's genuine political and racial views are, or even if he has any.
Prior to getting bitten by his latest presidential bug, the Donald was actually pretty tight with both Clintons, and he made donations to the Clinton Family Foundation, i.e.
bribes, although no one is quite sure what for.
B. Donald Trump has Jew in-laws, and apparently one of his daughters married a Jew and converted to Judaism.
So far as I'm aware, he has made no major pronouncements of any kind on Israel as a part of his presidential campaign, beyond a few vague, soothing noises of the usual sort.
I get the impression he really isn't interested in anything that doesn't offer his own ego a boost, and would probably shy away from genuinely intractable problems.
But my guess is that he'll go whichever way he thinks he can get votes and maybe get the rhinos to back off, so in the short term, don't be surprised to see him in a photo op wearing a yarmulke at a Holocaust memorial or something of the kind.
C. Trump is making what is in fact a pretty shrewd political move in trying to peel off as many black votes as he can for the Democrats by playing the niggers off against the beaners, which shouldn't be too hard to do since niggers and beaners generally despise one another for economic and cultural reasons.
Now, the blacks may be stupid, but they do have eyes in their heads.
They've noticed whose jobs this float of illegal immigration is taking.
On more than one occasion in various workplace and other scenarios, I've done my bit to explain to those of the mung-coital persuasion that the Jews are bringing in the Mexicans to replace them and the Asians to replace us.
That's pretty much it.
And niggers can get their primitive minds wrapped around a simple concept like that.
Trump is actually pretty brilliant in a backroom, electoral politics, dirty tricks kind of way in playing off the two main minority groups against one another, and maybe finally breaking the Democrat monopoly on black votes, at least to some extent.
But this means that at some point, probably before the general election really heats up, he's going to have to make a major appeal for black votes, and God knows what he's going to end up promising them, or at whose expense.
Now, he might promise to send the FBI to come and arrest all of us.
All you guys out there who have drunk the Trump Kool-Aid need to be ready for that.
Okay.
All that having been said, I have to admit that the Trump campaign is showing signs of promise more than I've seen in a long time.
It is growing in racial and social and historic significance.
Trump himself is a problematic individual, no question.
But he needs to be viewed not as a man, but as an inevitable historical phenomenon.
Someone who had to happen.
And in that department, there is a chance that he may actually accomplish something serious in the form of a kind of racial turning point for this continent.
Even if it's an unintended consequence, and even if I sure wish there was a lot more Huey Long and a bit less P.T. Barnum there.
Now the first and most obvious point is that Trump is demonstrating that it is possible to defy political correctness and the left loon media and cyber assault and shaming machine.
There have been a few guys who have done that before, notably Phil Robertson from Duck Dynasty, but this is in a much more significant context, a political context, and not just the left filth jumping on somebody to destroy him and biting off more than they can chew, and then quietly consigning the whole incident to the memory hole, like what happened with Phil Robertson.
You may recall that whole thing was over in about three days, when it became obvious that Robertson wasn't going to fold.
Trump is defying them every day, openly.
He's getting away with it, and every day he does that, the liberal command and control apparatus gets weaker.
It's kind of like a dog killing chickens.
That dog has to be put down, because once he knows it can be done, not only will he keep on doing it himself, but he may show the other dogs that it can be done.
But Trump can't be put down by the dictatorship's propaganda machine.
They're going to have to use other methods that run the risk of generating genuine rage and opposition among the majority of Americans.
The still white majority, despite it all.
When they bring Trump down, as I suspect will happen in some way or other, white people will still have learned that lesson, that it is possible to speak and not be destroyed.
There's something else that's developing regarding the Donald Trump presidential campaign.
One of those brief little firefly-like flickers of light that you see down through history, often as a kind of a hint of what might have been before they flicker out.
Now, one of those minor things that might pan out, or it might end up just as a footnote for the Chinese historians, who will eventually chronicle the death and extinction of the white race.
Now, what I'm talking about is that over the past couple of weeks, as part of all these primaries, Trump has held a number of public rallies all across the country, but especially in the South for Super Tuesday.
During these rallies, he has been repeatedly interrupted by small groups of niggers from Black Lives Matter and a few of their so-called white allies from the loony left, jumping up and down and yelling and screaming and hollering insults and filthy words.
You know how they do.
This has kind of become expected during the 2016 campaign.
These niggers have even interrupted old hippie Bernie and the Hilda Beast herself on a couple of occasions, and they've taken it like humble little lambs.
Sitting on their own platforms and allowing themselves to be scolded and lectured to by monkeys.
But when the same thing has happened at Trump rallies, Donald Trump has developed a way of dealing with it which, I have to admit, impresses me no end.
I don't know if he is actually stage managing this tactic and if he's got special private security people in the crowd who are trained for it, or whether it's something that just happened spontaneously at this one rally for the first time in Houston, Texas, if memory serves, and then Trump just adopted it.
But what happens is that when one or more people, usually niggers, start jumping up and down and hollering and waving signs and generally chimping out in the middle of one of his functions, Trump just looks down his nose at them and kind of waves a hand from the podium and says to no one in particular, get him out of here.
And about a dozen casually dressed white men descend on the troublemakers and gently but firmly grasp their arms and, as the saying goes, escort them from the premises, i.e.
drag them out of the auditorium or the sports arena or whatever, and their horrible, glutinous, booga-booga voices are no longer heard in the land.
Now, this has happened on five or six occasions that I'm aware of.
Like I said, I have no idea whether or not these incidents are choreographed.
Trump is a master showman and they may well be.
But choreographed or not, they are great optics for white people and I hope Trump keeps it up.
Now, think about what we're seeing here.
Scripted or not, think about the message being conveyed here.
What appears to be happening is that pale males, not cops, but ostensibly ordinary white male citizens, Are actually laying hands on stanky black asses and physically removing them from what the lefty loons would call a white safe space, which is language I can appreciate because it's pretty accurate.
That's what niggers have been doing for over 60 years now, invading white people's safe spaces, starting with Brown v.
Board of Education in 1954.
Now, I repeat, think about this.
When was the last time non-cop?
American white males physically laid hands on niggers and forced them to behave themselves.
Cops have that permission slip I've spoken of in the past.
Permission from our Jewish and liberal lords and masters to display physical courage and coercion against non-whites.
They have that permission slip because it's necessary.
That's actually what they're there for, to keep negroid violence and savagery within some kind of livable bounds.
That's the big dirty secret about cops that everybody in the society knows, and nobody will speak out loud.
The people who run this toilet called America understand that as genetically and as culturally useful as niggers and other primitive third world people are in achieving the ultimate goals of the Agenda, capital A, the fact is they can't simply be allowed to run wild and out of control.
Or else they'll slaughter all the productive white people, and burn and destroy all the means of production, and then nothing will work for everybody, and you got one big Liberia.
Police forces, who are unofficially licensed to kill, to cull the nigger and mestizo herd, so to speak, as well as the niggerized prison industrial complex, are trade-offs necessary to maintain the most basic social and economic order, as well as to maintain a faint fig leaf of pretense that something called America still exists.
But in this mockery and hallucination of Obama's America, only cops have that license, that permission slip that allows them to raise their hands against anyone with a dark skin.
And even the cops are losing some of that privilege and immunity over the past couple of years since the niggers have decided they want it all.
Let me ask you something.
When was the last time non-cop white boys confronted niggers and compelled them to stop doing whatever it was they were doing?
When was the last time ordinary American pale males suddenly became actual white men long enough to raise their fists, at least in theatrical mode and by implication, and make any of these despicable people who rule us stop doing what they were doing?
Do you see the significance of what I'm talking about here?
Even if it's not real, even if it's all a stage play performed by actors hired by Donald Trump, it's the optics.
It's what white people are seeing on their TV and internet screen that counts.
And what they're seeing is people who look like them successfully using physical force on the black primates and on bad people who support the current dictatorship and successfully making them stop doing whatever vile thing they're doing.
Even if it's only a little bit of screaming obscene language.
It's the principle of the thing.
Okay.
Okay, right now it's only in the mildest of ways.
True, no nappy heads have been cracked open yet, and we haven't seen the blood streaming down the monkey faces as they ook and eek and fear and pain.
So far, things haven't escalated to the next level.
The niggers and the left loons all leave voluntarily when the men at the Trump rally approach them and touch them on the arm.
Okay, they're still screaming their obscenities, to be sure, and a little bit of shuffling that might kinda resemble dragging, but they leave with basically a touch on the arm.
Now, that may not continue to be the case, especially if all of this first stuff is being set up and later on it gets real.
I saw an article a couple of days ago claiming that the crowds of invading nigger and left loon hecklers are getting larger and more vicious and more threatening, possibly including some good old-fashioned hired muscle brought in by the crews of the Rubio campaigns or the American Enterprise Institute oligarchs to break up Trump's rallies and terrorize his supporters.
The next obvious response by the Trump campaign will hopefully be to assemble a force of physically fit young men to protect the candidate's functions and deal with people who are trying to interrupt and violate the rights of those attending.
And that security force needs to be trained and prepared in the 101 ways to go upside a nigger's head.
Or a communist's head.
Now, is any of this starting to sound familiar?
Can you say, Stormob Tyler?
Sure you can.
So, when will it escalate to the next level?
When will we see on our television screen a white boy or white boys actually going upside the head of a Black Lives Matter nigger?
And I'm speaking literally as in blood flowing from a cracked open nappy head and down a bubble-lipped monkey face.
And above all, when will we see either A. The white boy or white boys responsible for defending white Americans' political rights and access to the political process not being arrested and prosecuted?
Or, B, Donald Trump actually standing up for his followers who crack open nappy heads, coming up with their bail and providing them with dream team lawyers, etc.
In other words, an actual white leader who doesn't just use us as disposable cannon fodder as if we were so many Ulstermen on the Somme.
I'll get back to this a little later.
We're about to die on 18 wheels of romance.
We're going to do what they say can't be done.
We've got a long way to go, and it's short time to get there.
I'm westbound just like a band and run.
If you put hard on the belt, some never mind them breaks.
Let it all hang out, cause we got a hundred, baby.
Greetings, comrades.
This is the trucker coming at you from the middle of Idaho.
Getting right ahead across Utah on my way down to Texas.
And the weather is starting to clear up, so you can start making your scouting trips and migration out here to the homeland here soon.
There might be a couple more winter storms come rolling through, as it usually does, but for right now, roads are clear.
The weather's clear.
Hit a little snow yesterday morning.
On Monday morning, coming over the Snoqualmie Pass.
On my way over to Wapato to pick up a load to pass off to another driver.
But, uh, so, anyways.
It's time again for repetition.
What Mr. Covington loves best.
Yeah, okay.
Repetition, trucker style.
Alright.
Highway systems.
The even numbers run east and west.
The odd numbers run north and south.
So, more than likely, you're coming from the east or southeast.
But pretty much, you're going to be coming from east of the homeland, heading west.
So, the routes that run from coast to coast...
Starting down south, 10. I-40.
I-70 only goes as far as, was it Colorado?
Well, actually it goes over in Utah, but anyways, and I-80 runs coast-to-coast.
And I-90 runs coast to coast.
I-94 runs from the east coast over to Billings, Montana, where it hooks up to I-90 and brings you into the homeland.
So, you can choose one of those, and the best way to get to one of those few routes, be it I-10, I-40, I-70, I-80, or I-90, I-94.
Head west.
And the easiest way to do it usually is once you end up hitting, say, if you're coming across on 10, 40, 70, 80, just once you hit I-25 there in Vieta, New Mexico for I-10.
I-40, or for I-70 in Colorado, or for I-80, it'd be Wyoming.
Head north on I-25, and that'll take you up into Montana, and then it hooks into I-90 and shoots you right on over to the homeland and drops you right into the Pugetopolis, where quite a number of us reside.
And, what do you say?
If you're doing I-90 or I-94, you don't have to worry about it because they both, one of them comes all the way into Seattle and the other one merges into I-94, hooks in Billings, Montana to I-90 and brings you all the way across.
So, that makes it pretty simple.
And for those of you down there in the southwest, just head north on I-15 or I-5.
And 15 goes and hooks into I-90 up there in Montana and brings you right into the Pugetopolis.
Or if you're coming up I-15, you can take...
I-84, head west on that one, and that one will bring you into Portland, or you can cut off at Hermiston, Oregon, and take I-82 north, or actually it's west, but it heads more in a northerly than a westerly direction, and it'll bring you right into the homeland also.
So anyway, that's across the country, trucker style.
All right, comrades.
This is the trucker signing off for another Tidbits from the Road, and maybe I'll see you with your U-Haul or Ryder truck headed westbound.
If so, well, and you happen to spot me, good deal.
Maybe you'll go and hook up and have a cup of coffee or hot chocolate or something like that along the way.
All right.
Take it easy, stay safe, and hope to see you out here in the homeland soon.
This is the trucker signing off.
We're about to die.
We're about to die.
We're going to do what they say.
Can't you know?
We've got a long way to go.
Any short time to get there.
I'm Chris Bounders.
Watch a bandit run.
We're about to die.
For the first music break, in view of the fact that I just finished watching season three of the Discovery Channel series called The Vikings, this is the Scottish tenor Kenneth McKellar with a Viking-esque number called The Longships.
Then the woman's finger's shoulder, hold the wind, but daddy's shoulder.
He-o-ho, he-o-ho, he-o-ho.
Blue's gloom and pressure-breaker.
Oh, salt, the awesome maker.
He-o-ho, he-o-ho, he-o-ho.
Bright the oar, the billow weeping.
On the shore, the women weeping.
He-o-ho, he-o-ho, he-o-ho.
He-o-ho, he-o-ho.
He-o-ho, he-o-ho.
Then the woman's finger's shoulder, hold the wind, but daddy's shoulder.
He-o-ho, he-o-ho, he-o-ho.
Bright the keel, the land before us.
All the blood, then hear our chorus.
He-o-ho, he-o-ho, he-o-ho.
He-o-ho, hear our chorus.
He-o-ho.
The End
The End Tonight, I'm going to be discussing Hannah Reich's book, The Sky, My Kingdom.
Now, Reich was born into a Catholic family in Cilicia, and she was very close to her mother, who was very religious.
Her father was an optometrist.
Now, the Reich family agreed to let Hannah become a pilot if she would refrain from mentioning this ambition for about three years until she finished school.
Reich was helped greatly in this by the St. Ignatius Meditations.
This focus would help her for the rest of her life.
Now, she told her family that she wanted to be a flying missionary doctor, and her family goes along with this.
But Reich is so clearly singular in her aim to fly that any deviation from this seems unlikely.
However, she is obedient to her family.
To the point of going to take an academic exam at a university in Kyle.
Now clearly the most significant educational chapter in her life was glider school.
And she showed talent early on, making several world records.
After 1926, she became interested in new aeronautical experiments with thermals.
At one point she accidentally flies into Czechoslovakia.
At this point, she was asked to teach gliding.
Knowing that her position would be difficult for her mostly male audience, she used discussion groups in order to cause a greater equality between teacher and student.
After doing that for some time, she was called to study thermals in South America, and at this point she earns a silver soaring medal.
Now, in June of 1934, she joins the German Institute for Glider Research.
She travels to Finland in order to teach gliding there.
Now, at this point, she was given an option.
She could have a decoration, as she calls it, which was evidently some type of flying metal.
But instead, she decides to go to a military base to study and practice the flying of larger and engine-powered craft.
At the military base, they're really not sure about having a female pilot, and they do try to find some way to get her out of this program.
But her skill is such that she can't be kicked out of the school.
And indeed, she enjoys various adventures regarding customs as she crosses various borders.
At one point, she was even caught with photographic equipment in France.
Even though she said this was an innocent blunder, I'm sure the French suspected that she was spying.
Now, in 1935, she replaces Ludwig Hoffmann at the Institute of Glider Research.
And she becomes involved in the development of amphibious gliders.
In 1936, she also starts to get involved in brake development.
Now, this work is always very dangerous, but her religious background gives her an attitude of humble readiness.
Now, in 1937, she attains the rank of Flug Captain.
And she starts learning to fly helicopters.
Now, at this point, helicopters were very much a novelty, and indeed, Reich was asked to fly indoors in a kind of circus environment, which she found belittling to her accomplishments.
Now after that, she visits America, and she enjoys the easy humor and informality that she finds with Americans, but she also discovers a uniformity of mind brought about by the press.
After traveling to America, she then travels to North Africa, where she studies wind currents and the use of wireless transmitters.
As time goes on and as the war comes about, she becomes very involved in the war effort.
Now, one of the things that she becomes interested in studying is the use of gliders to bring supplies behind enemy lines.
And the reason for this is that gliders are silent as compared to engine-powered craft.
She also continues her important work in brake development.
And she also tries to find ways for planes to refuel in midair, and also experiments with various ways that gliders could land on the decks of aircraft carriers.
Now, another very important project was developing planes that could cut through cables that were used to warn the British of air bombardment.
She gets so caught up in this work that she does not notice that she has signs of scarlet fever.
But eventually she has to admit her illness.
She struggles to return to work as soon as possible.
When she gets back to work, she performs a maneuver so dangerous that she gets the Iron Cross second class.
And this is again a maneuver dealing with these balloon cables that the British were using.
Now at this point, she does get an audience with Hitler, and he wants to know about her cable cutting and brake research.
She's also received in her hometown to a hero's welcome.
So at this point, because of her increased rank and because the war was heating up, her responsibilities increased due to the various reasons I just spoke of.
Her most dangerous assignment was testing the Measuresmith 163B, which used a highly flammable fuel source.
And it also had an undercarriage which had to be safely jettisoned in mid-flight.
During one of these tests, her undercarriage did not separate.
Reich did her best to land the plane in order to avoid wrecking the precious equipment.
However, during this...
After a crash, or semi-crash, Reich ended up suffering skull fractures and also the displacement of facial bones.
Now, her injuries were such that she was granted an Iron Cross first class.
Now, after this very severe injury, she struggles to get back to work once again to help with the war effort.
At this point, Reich had access to all the top brass, and you do have to remember that Reich was deeply influenced by Catholicism, and because of this, she finds fault with what she sees as Himmler's lack of Christianity, and in fact has a rather heated argument with him when she accuses him of throwing away Christianity and having nothing to replace it with.
So we see that she's not a philosopher like Savitri Devi.
She's much more rank and file in her thought process.
In somewhat of a contradiction to this, despite her Catholicism, she develops a strong interest in becoming a suicide pilot.
She has a hard time getting some of the top brass to accept this.
She's unable, for example, to convince Field Marshal Milch.
She ends up going all the way up to Hitler.
He really wants to change the subject, but Reich will not let up, and so he reluctantly agrees, but really doesn't want anything to do with it.
Now, Reich and a group of other very dedicated pilots try to use the V-1, and they end up converting it into a one- or two-seater.
Now, it's very difficult to fly, and Reich is one of the few pilots who can actually fly this.
The tests are conducted and they're finished in April of 1944, and then the design was sent to the factory.
Reich has certain standards for this.
She wants it to be done only by the most clear-headed pilots.
By the time all these tests are completed and the planes are ready, and only very few of them These flying piloted V-1s were ever made.
It really becomes too late, and in retrospect, Reich questions whether the will really existed.
Now, in the very last days of the war, Reich uses helicopters to try to help civilians who are stranded and apparently try to fly them to somewhat of a comparatively safer location.
There's also stories of Reich visiting the bunker during the very last days of the war, and I talked about that in my recent presentation dealing with Von Below.
I could go into that more thoroughly here.
I will say that it is a long story.
It really has more to do...
With von Griem than it does with Reich, in some sense, because von Griem was the one who got the promotion at the very last days of the war.
Now, as it turns out, von Griem's promotion to being head of the Luftwaffe really pans out to nothing, because the war ends immediately after his promotion, and at any rate, he dies right after he gets promoted anyway.
As it turns out, von Griem does not survive the war, and neither does Reich's family.
However, Reich does survive the war and is interrogated by the Americans for a time, but gets out of that situation and ends up having other flying adventures, which she talks about in this book.
Sadly, and rather disappointingly in this book, she apparently is publishing this book in Germany and therefore has to use certain platitudes in order to get the book published.
However, otherwise, this is a very enjoyable book, and it really gives the reader an insight into the value of concentration, and I would say it is valuable for youth in that respect.
So I hope you enjoyed this review.
It's not only about the war, it's also about flying.
So thank you very much for listening, and hail victory, comrades.
Thank you.
Greetings from Seattle.
This is Andy Donner.
As part of the ongoing effort to make sure Radio Free Northwest is properly focused on politics, and my own attempts to come up with material I think is genuinely useful towards those actually interested in white racial survival, I have undertaken a campaign of pointing out how the white culturalist movement manifests itself in outright political opposition to the Northwest imperative.
The thrust of this campaign has been to illustrate that, in doing so, all of the white cuctionalists out there are taking a page from our racial enemy's playbook to justify their opposition to the Butler Plan.
And if you think about it, that makes sense.
Opposing the only workable option to ensure our race continues to exist would necessarily make someone our racial enemy, even if they claim, Out of Political Necessity And perhaps a sense of prudence.
I can't really name names, especially on RFN, because that will set off another episode of comment chains and emails which will immediately devolve into all manner of things we don't need to have happen.
And it goes without saying, none of this back and forth would have anything to do with what's good for the white race and white racial survival, because it would revolve solely around why I would defame other so-called white nationalists who have done nothing but set the white race back.
No, really, I mean that.
If I were to utter a few choice names here, I could set into motion one of the most objectively hilarious spasms the movement will see this year, which would result in many, if not most, claiming white cuctionalists are the ideal white nationalists, and the Northwest Imperative be damned as long as certain movement figures who never lifted a finger or even produced a plan to save our race aren't named as being precisely that.
I made it clear last year that merely claiming you're white nationalist, or perhaps racial at the bare minimum, doesn't really impress.
But the same thing applies to white nationalist leadership.
In fact, it's been made very clear to me over a period of years that the Northwest Front actually dictates the propaganda and rhetoric of the entire movement each week on Radio Free Northwest.
Time and time again, I'm presented with examples of white cuctionalist blog posts or videos from non-NF-affiliated sources wherein our concepts and general ideas are rehashed as if they're original on the part of others after we air it here.
There are also quite a few instances of large portions of the NF website, the draft constitution in particular, being outright ripped off and renamed.
There are all sorts of places online which will reword entire monologues off of RFN and attempt to explore the same subjects in a pseudo-intellectual way.
For the record, we're good with that.
Totally.
It's fine.
We're perfectly happy for NF material to spread all over the place.
But in the cases I'm thinking of today, the Northwest-specific material is always stripped out so that the true value of whatever is being mimicked is lost, and the true purpose of what we put together ends up being scrapped.
And in one extreme case, which was emailed to me in the last week or two, some other outfit claiming not to be part of white nationalism at all actually tried to take the NF down a peg or two, though not by name, and claim that only this other outfit had a truly revolutionary plan.
I've yet to actually see this plan expressed, or what their intended outcome is, presented.
And no, before any of you get the idea that I'm trying to whine or knock them down like they knocked us, I'm not.
I'm actually going somewhere.
I bring this case up only to make it clear how badly white-cuchionalism attempts to ape what the Northwest Imperative is and always has been.
The question I'm trying to ask today is whether or not any of you are influenced by this sort of rhetorical kabuki dance.
And I know you are, because I hear from many of you each week when I have all sorts of resources recommended to me, online and otherwise, which are really just as empty as the aping of the party I've already spoken about.
It goes on all the time in system politics a la Los Trumpadores.
Which is what I call all you Trump enthusiasts.
For some reason, a large portion of the racial right actually thinks a President Donald Trump would make things better.
Any longtime RFN listener, or for that matter, any long-term and serious-minded white nationalist, should be able to detect the fallacy in this proposition without any help.
It doesn't matter if all immigration is halted and all illegals are sent back tomorrow because the demographic damage has been done, and it was done a long time ago.
Most white culturalist political rhetoric is geared towards the ridiculously impossible task of somehow reversing the last several decades, and then reversing the last few hundred years, since that's the true extent of the current cycle of white genocide.
Even if restricted to the North American continent, there's no way that's going to happen, and every single one of us is aware of this on a gut level.
It's been said that you can't go home again, and it's certainly true.
So why then?
Do other white nationalist outlets or outfits or whatever you want to call them get any attention at all?
This has baffled me ever since I became a white nationalist after finding the party.
Why does anyone else do anything else, and why is it almost six decades we're totally wasted?
And much, much more importantly...
Why is it that so many otherwise decent white nationalists give attention to other seemingly nationalist endeavors which oppose the single, solitary plan for white racial survival?
I suspect I know the answer to this question, but it's genuinely ugly.
As Harold and I periodically complain, a disturbingly large percentage of the initial contacts the party deals with are those of you looking for friends on the internet.
Nothing wrong with that, but it's not what we're here for.
Conversely, it becomes obvious that the white Cuxionalists are the place to go for this sort of interaction.
They're popular because they don't actually require things of their associates, and this is what makes the Northwest Front seem like the bad guy when we state expectations.
We've seen this in system politics, which is yet another reason we don't bother with system politics.
The main reason Democrats fare so well in electoral politics is that they attract the useless white elements As well as nearly the entire population of the various underclasses in society.
They do so by promising freebies to the extent that Rush Limbaugh and the rest of the Republican apparatus claimed the winner of the last major round of elections was Santa Claus.
And they're not wrong, either.
Bernie Sanders is the most recent example of this phenomenon, and this is to the extent that Hillary Clinton was quoted as differentiating herself by pointing out reality and saying, It can't be just about what we're going to give you.
And quite right you are, Hilda Beast, but that's not remotely popular with, oh, say, Bernie Sanders supporters who are easily among the most stupid and useless people to ever live.
That's quite the parallel with the state of the white coccionalist movement.
White people aren't going to get their racial survival for free.
Or in this case, for doing everything they can to avoid participation in the Northwest Imperative.
But when the party and I point this out, most who consider themselves white nationalist, or at least pro-white, go full-on Bernie Sanders sheeple mode on us.
And just so we're clear, I grimace a little bit every time I say the word sheeple, because it's commonly used as part of the phrase, wake up, sheeple, and my feelings on waking people up are already well known.
But it's appropriate to the occasion, so there.
What the pseudo-nationalist Los Trumpadores don't seem to realize is that in several significant ways, they're Bernie Sanders supporters with a different coat of paint, because they expect the same sort of political magic and free solutions to their problems, just from a different person.
Don't be that way.
Even if only for your own sake.
And now that I've seriously pissed off a large portion of the RFN audience yet again...
I'll see if I can't come up with something even more incendiary for next week.
Hail victory!
This is Nobody's Darling.
I hope that I might have a chance to shake a poop with her.
Buffalo girls, won't you come out tonight?
Come out tonight, come out tonight.
Bob-a-long-gall, won't you come out tonight And dance by the line of a boom I
I danced with a girl with a hole in the stockin' And her head kept knockin' And her toes kept rockin' I danced with a girl with a hole in the stockin' And we danced by the line of the moon Buffalo girls, won't you come out tonight?
Come out tonight, come out tonight Buffalo girls, won't you come out tonight?
Dance by the line of the moon This is one of our Australian comrades, a fellow named Blair Cottrell.
Did you know that death is actually quite profitable?
Not just death, but sickness and decay.
A slowly progressing death in the spirit of the people is quite possibly the most profitable thing in this world.
And all you have to do to draw such enormous profits from the death of a people is create a state of circumstances within which people cannot bind themselves to their nationality.
If you steal the people away from their nationality, then you take away their higher mission on the earth.
All sense of belonging and meaning.
You steal it away from them.
And, naturally, if the people do not have a sense of meaning and a higher purpose, then they give themselves over to materialism and they end up chasing their own happiness.
For five years or ten years, they'll chase it all across the globe if they have to.
Until one day they wake up and realize how hopelessly depressed they are.
And this is the inevitable result of being without a nationality, without a purpose, without a spirit.
And so people end up going to doctors and they say, Doctor, I'm feeling tired all the time.
I'm depressed all the time.
I'm anxious.
I don't know what I'm doing with my life.
And do you know what the doctor says to them?
He says, Sir or Madam, you have a chemical misfire in your brain and you need drugs to make you feel better.
You have a special condition, he says.
So take these drugs.
It will make it better.
The only problem is, the drugs make everything worse!
And you get addicted to them!
And international pharmaceutical companies thus make billions and billions of dollars off the slowly progressing death of the people.
And it was all thanks to a lack of national spirit.
A lack of understanding of our people.
Of our higher mission on the earth.
Which is not to think only of ourselves.
But it's to put ourselves second to the advancement of our people.
Because we don't live forever, but the spirit of our nation and our nation itself can live for all the time.
And so this life is not just about you.
Do not listen to these contaminated brains that try to take you away from the idea of your nation, that try to destroy your sense of belonging, of togetherness.
These people are conheads!
They cannot form rational opinions, and you must rise above them!
If you not get sucked in by their dogma, by their propaganda, you're better than that!
You are a member of a great people!
A strong and proud people who have accomplished so much.
Do not give in to the guilt and the shame that the contaminated brains try to heave upon your shoulders.
Shake it off and understand you are part of something great.
All you have to do is feel it in your hearts, link yourselves up to the spirit of our nation, and you are no longer depressed.
You are no longer useless.
You are no longer weak.
You are strong and bold, and you have a great mission.
Okay, let's get back to the Donald Trump campaign and this phenomenon I was speaking about earlier.
The one with the great optics where the white boys actually lay hands on munkoids and physically force them to leave white people alone and stop committing bad acts, or at least so it looks on TV.
And this being America, how it looks on TV is what's important.
We always seem to forget that about ourselves, or else we don't want to admit that we're that bloody shallow, but we are.
To Americans, appearances are far, far more important than substance.
We're a mile wide and an inch deep.
Why do you think Trump is so popular?
And one reason is that he's all hat and no cattle, as they say in Texas, and that's deliberate.
It's part of his persona.
If you actually look at what he's saying, politically speaking, Trump's campaign is 100% content-free.
But no one minds because on every other level that counts, the emotional and spiritual level, he's telling white people what they want to hear, saying out loud what they themselves don't dare to say.
But the very fact that Trump is so bitterly opposed, not just by the Democrats, but by the rhinos, the Republican oligarchs, and the media, etc., this works in his favor.
In short, the people who hate Trump are the same people who have fucked up this country for the past 50 years, and everybody knows it.
And they figure that anybody that this establishment despises like that can't be all bad.
And they're right.
Anyone who is this badly hated by the existing American power structure is somebody worth looking at.
Although, as I've said before, I really wish Trump was just a little more cattle and a little less hat.
I have to say again, no one really knows what the hell this man in fact believes, and that worries me.
But let's get back to this phenomenon that has been observed at Trump rallies, wherein ostensibly normal everyday white boys are to be seen actually laying hands on smelly niggers and forcing them to stop chimping out and physically removing them so that other white people don't have to see their ugly monkey faces and hear their horrible booga booga voices.
The implications of this are staggering.
It is such an unknown quantity.
I'm trying to remember right now, sometime in the past when I've seen this type of thing done by non-cop white civilians, and I'm damned if I can remember any previous instance at all.
Except for when some white men banded together in the New Orleans airport during the Hurricane Katrina days to defend some white women from mass rape by nigger gangs.
And even that wasn't much more than some scuffling when the niggers wandered off looking for easier prey and the military showed up soon after.
These Trump guys are achieving the dream of every white high school student in America.
A classroom or auditorium when the niggers will be forced to shut the hell up.
And you can hear what the hell the teacher is saying and try to think about it without simian screeches and threats and intimidation and dancing orangutans.
That's something I never had for three years at Chapel Hill High School.
A simple, quiet classroom where I could listen to what the teacher was saying, and so as childish as it might seem, these guys at the Trump rally really resonate with me.
In a sense, I've been waiting for this all my life.
I've been forced to wait 45 years for somebody to finally make those goddamned niggers shut up!
As limited as these little vignettes from the Trump rallies have been, I know how that makes me feel.
And I can guess how that makes countless millions of other white people feel, many of whom have suffered much worse from these animals than I ever have.
The lefty loons on Salon and Hufflepuff and the Daily Beast are ranting about these episodes of nigger cleansing.
True, but not so much as you might think.
Either they're deliberately downplaying it because they know it'll just add to Trump's popularity, or else they genuinely don't understand the significance of it.
But I personally suspect that in a so far quiet way, one of the things that's keeping Trump as frontrunner is this public presentation of white men forcing niggers to be quiet and leave.
You have no idea how powerful an image that is to white people, how much white people long to see this.
I wish I could give it to you.
I sometimes ask you guys in our RFN audience what the hell you want or expect from me, but that's kind of a rhetorical question.
Actually, I do know what you want from me, and I wish the hell I could give it to you.
Unfortunately, I can't do that without the two things that you guys won't give me.
A lot of money and a lot of boots on the ground.
Now, for God's sake, can we at least be honest about one thing without my getting arrested for radicalizing youth or whatever?
Hell, let's give it a shot and say out loud one of those uncomfortable facts that everybody knows perfectly well is true, but everyone is terrified to speak of.
What American white people really want is to see blood flow.
Liberal blood, faggot blood, politician blood, attorney blood, media blood, but above all, nigger blood.
White people hate liberals and faggots and politicians and attorneys and social worker media Barbie dolls and above all, they hate niggers.
And they want to watch them suffer and die.
On their TV screens, where it is physically safe.
Where they themselves don't have to incur any risk or inconvenience and so they can disclaim any responsibility or involvement.
You want the pleasure of watching the wicked people who have so terribly hurt you suffer and scream in pain and die, but you're ashamed and afraid to admit that you want justice and revenge for a lifetime of oppression and injury.
You want to watch them burn in hell, but do it vicariously so that you can distance yourselves and experience the pleasure and the satisfaction while convincing others and yourself that it's nothing to do with you and you're not a bad person.
Well, no, you're not bad people, you know.
There is nothing at all wrong with you wanting to see these American scum punished for the way that they have contaminated life itself.
Liberals and Democrats and attorneys and affirmative action supervisors and petty bureaucrats and illegal aliens and corrupt...
The police and lawyers and judges and the media and the dictators, various functionaries and everybody involved with this system generally are guilty, guilty, guilty.
And they will deserve anything that we can ever finally somehow manage to work up the courage to give them.
The human awful who control the United States of America have ruined your lives in a hundred ways.
Probably murdered some people, you know.
They're engaged in torturing the whole world right now, and they consciously serve evil in exchange for obscenely huge six-figure salaries direct deposited into their bank accounts every two weeks.
Guys, these people are the ones who are the genuinely bad people, and yes, they deserve to suffer and die in punishment for everything they've done.
The fact that they're not being punished is what puts the world so karmically out of whack.
There's nothing wrong with you wanting to see them punished.
It is human and understandable, and it's right.
Don't worry about it.
But you have to understand that unless you decide to become part of the script instead of just a spectator at the play, most likely you're not going to get to see these swine kicking and strangling in the air.
Or with their heads on the iron spikes of the White House fence, or running down the street with burning rubber tires around their neck, or however it is you view justice.
Those are like all optics.
Somebody actually has to do the work to produce the effect.
You people want the result for nothing.
You want to play without paying.
You want to see the show without paying the price of admission in any sense of the term.
I can't make you that promise, which is basically why the Northwest Front isn't going anywhere at the moment.
What you want, I can't give you with what you've given me to work with.
Unlike Donald Trump, we're all cattle and no hat at all.
Got no money to buy the hat.
And nobody's willing to come here and wear the hat, even if I could get hold of one.
They prefer to stay at home and watch the electronic screens.
Like I said, I can't promise you guys that I will ever be able to give you the kind of must-see TV that you want.
But, Donald Trump can make you that promise, and he can do so credibly.
Because he has what I do not.
Billions of dollars with which he can buy the boots on the ground.
That is an incredible resource to have in this society.
Again, I have to say, I wish I knew a little bit more about what's really going on in Trump's mind.
Down through the years, I've spoken of this bizarre character trait that seems to have been socially engineered into white people, not just in America, but from all around the world.
I refer to our apparently pathological inability to commit a single act of actual physical resistance against evil people who are trying to exterminate us as a race.
This applies to politicians, and media bitches, and bureaucrats, and of course the men in the black body armor themselves, but it applies primarily to dark-skinned people as a rule, above all niggers.
A woman comrade of ours up here in the homeland once remarked to me that white people are rule-obeyers.
For the past two or three generations, there has been imposed on our minds a hard and fast rule.
You do not get physical or aggressive or even disrespectful in any way against someone with a dark skin.
When that has to be done, as it often does, you are to do nothing except Pick up the phone and call the police.
You never so much as think of touching a weapon, even if you have one.
If there is a problem with someone dark, if you can hear Jamal and Ernesto moving around downstairs and smell them shitting on your sofa, you call the police.
End of story.
And if they don't get there in time, then you take your beatdown or your ripoff or your sexual assault or your death quietly.
In repentance for slavery, rather than be a racist and raise your hand to someone with a dark skin.
No matter what they do, no matter if they steal from you right under your nose, no matter if they're screaming filthy words at the top of their lungs and smashing the fixtures and excreting on the floor, no matter if they are imminently about to hurt you or someone you care about, you do not raise your hand to someone with a dark skin.
That is racist.
And you don't get to be racist, white boy.
It's not allowed.
You do not have a permission slip.
Cops and only cops have a very limited situational permission slip to use physical force against people with dark skins.
You have none.
And there are plenty of white men in prison cells tonight who didn't get that.
When you draw the short straw, as most of us pale people do at least once in our lives, our role is to sit meekly and quietly and take whatever victimization the dark skins wish to inflict upon us and hope to God that somebody has called the police and the police with their permission slips will arrive in time.
Well, you know your time has come, and you're sorrowful what you've done.
Well, there's a line that you must tell, and it'll soon be time to go.
But it's darker than you know in those complicated shells.
All you gangsters and rude clans who were shooting up the town when you should have found someone to put the blame on.
Though the fury
Hot and hard I still see that cold graveyard There's a solitaire stone That's got your name on You don't have to take it from me But I know what I speak You think you're like iron and steel But iron and steel But then
I'm breaking those complicated shadows Sometimes justice you'll find Is
just dumb, not colorblind And your balls shatter me
All those phantoms and those shades Should jump up on judgment day And say to the almighty I'm still stinking of sin But then Joe was dismissed Took his neck and given a twist So you
see, you're one that missed In those complicated shadows You can say just what you like In a voice like a John Ford film Take the law into your hands You will soon get tired of killing In those complicated shadows
Complicated shadows Complicated shadows Complicated shadows Yeah Thank
you.
Thank you.
you And we are made to understand this from childhood on, with every word that falls from our electronic devices into our young years and every idea that's conveyed to us by our masters.
We are instilled from birth with a hardwired certainty that to violate this rule, to raise our hands to someone with a dark skin means that we are wicked and evil racists who must be shunned.
And shut out, cast out from the herd.
We must be fired from employment and denied the right to earn a living.
We must be denied the right to own nice stuff.
We must be denied all sexual and emotional contact with women of our own race because we are so wicked as to hate and hurt the poor dark-skinned people.
Any children we have must be taken from us by the law because we might corrupt them with our wicked hate.
So forth and so on.
The dictatorship, of course, knows that they can get away with treating pale males like this because they know that we won't resist them either.
And if they didn't know it before, the Bundy brothers proved it down in Oregon in January.
The dictator's servants now know.
It's all bluff, and we won't actually fire on them.
The white man doesn't kill his enemies anymore, and everybody concerned knows it.
But you remember some things I've said on Arfin's past regarding...
Who can write these permission slips for pale males to actually raise their hand against a beast with a turd-colored skin?
Some of you may recall that down through the years, I actually predicted Trump before Trump came along as a man who would have sufficient juice and moral authority to write permission slips for white boys to be brave again, even in a non-police context.
I said something about such a man being both a billionaire and a rising out of the world of celebrity, remember?
Looks like I nailed that one.
I think Donald Trump is beginning to approach the level of moral authority to where he can write permission slips.
These little bits of street theater at his rallies where pale males actually lay hands on stinking black carcasses and force them out of sight?
Could be test balloons of a sort, something Trump's trying to see how much he can get away with, to test the waters, as it were.
It may be that in view of what the oligarchs are planning on doing to Donald Trump to deny him the nomination, Trump is toying with the idea of writing out a few permission slips.
Me, I can tell you all day and all night that it's alright to be brave in your quest for freedom here in the Northwest, but that's no good.
My four or five thousand hits per week don't give me permission slip writing authority.
Donald Trump's billions of dollars do.
Right now the Donald is writing permission slips for pale males to carry out minor removal procedures on a few ugly nigger faces.
No biggie there.
But suppose down the road it looks like the power structure just plain refuses to let the Donald come in and play.
Would he do it?
Would he write the big permission slip itself?
As many doubts as I have about the man, I have to say, if he did, it would finally change the game.
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 Pucks 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 Underban.
Freedom.
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