April 28, 2016 - Radio Free Nortwest - H.A. Covington
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Oh, then tell me, Sean O 'Carroll, 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 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, rifle known to you and me.
One more roar for signal, token whistle, out the marching tune.
Warrior bike upon your shoulder by the rising of the moon.
By the rising of the moon.
By the rising of the moon.
Which arrived 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, it just was throbbing For the blessed warning light The waters 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 Ten thousand
places of the sea ground rising on the moon It's April the 28th, 2016.
I'm Harold Covington, and this is Radio Free Northwest.
Right, I'll begin this week with what's becoming my accustomed election commentary.
As the Chinese would say, we live in interesting times.
Rather than get into a long-involved story about all the delegate diddling going on, about Ted Cruz and John Kasich forming an alliance to rob Donald Trump of the nomination and all the other stuff you could get off Drudge or Politico or a dozen other sites, I'm going to engage in a little speculation about our racial future.
I remain convinced, absolutely, that Donald Trump will not be allowed anywhere near the Oval Office.
Not ever.
I honestly can't say whether or not that's a good thing or a bad thing, since we really don't know who Trump is.
But all the same, I'm positive it will never be allowed to happen.
Everybody is now more or less conspiring to throw the election to the Hildebeest.
They're also scared of Trump.
For example, the governor of Virginia, a Clinton faction Democrat named McAuliffe, just gave the vote back to 206,000 convicted felons in his state.
Anyone care to guess what color the overwhelming majority of those convicted felons are?
Governor McAuliffe has admitted flat out to the media that he did this in order to boost the Hildebeest's electoral chances, both in the primary and in the general election.
Trump is a genuine outsider, and as wealthy as he is, the combined wealth of the rhinos like McCain and Boehner and the Koch brothers and Sheldon Adelson could buy and sell him 50 times over.
These Republican oligarchs do not give a rat's ass about the United States of America or the white people who inhabit North America.
The GOP long ago resigned themselves to what they see as the demographic inevitability that the god-awful Jug Ears Bush was the last white male heterosexual president of the United States, and the last Republican as well.
They've given up any hope of ever recapturing the Oval Office because they buy into all this demographic crap about how spics and niggas and lesbian Eskimos are the wave of the future, and because they don't give a damn in any case.
Wealthy Republicans care only about their wealth in that tragic sense they are truly colorblind.
The only color Republican elites see is green.
The Republican Party have accepted in their own minds a position of perpetual second fiddle.
This is why they bow down low and grovel in front of Obama every time he farts or mutters Allahu Akbar because these wretched men in incredibly expensive suits believe that it has become the natural order of things and that Democrats have some sort of divine right to rule.
The Republicans are now content to be the controlled and loyal opposition in a one-party state, which the Democrats have now largely instituted.
This is something that your more subtle forms of tyranny in liberal democracy always need for display purposes, a controlled and reliable and completely loyal public opposition to make sure that the opposition remains controlled and it doesn't fall into the hands of people who might start...
Parking suspicious cars and trucks near the politicians and the CEO's favorite fern bar of an evening.
These rich old guys from the country club would rather smash their favorite toy all to pieces than let some grubby outsider like Donald Trump play with it.
They feel the same way about Ted Cruz and his 700 Club-type evangelicalism, and whatever deal he thinks he's got with the Rockefeller Republicans in exchange for slaying Trump for them, he doesn't.
They lied to him and they're going to stab him in the back while they're stabbing Trump from the front, but that's another story.
Failing all else, if it looks like Donald Trump is going to win the general election, then a funny little man who hears voices in his head will step out of the crowd with a pistol in his hand and the Secret Service simply won't be fast enough to catch him in time.
There will, of course, be no public trace of anything at all to connect this strange wee man with either the Rockefeller Republicans or with Hillary Clinton.
He will be described as a quiet loner who kept to himself until one day he got a phone call that told him that he had miles to go before he sleeps.
And for those of you who don't understand, that reference is from a 1970s movie called Telefon with Charles Bronson and Lee Remick, which I highly recommend because it pretty much explains what's happening with all these school massacres and other mass shootings.
Anyway, it's certain in my mind that one way or the other, our Donald is going to be taken away from us because Mommy and Daddy have decided that the Donald is too dangerous a toy for us little white boys to play with.
We might wind him up and get him to do bad, bad things.
Maybe even hurt people with dark skins.
And that must never, never, ever be again.
Oh no, that would be so wicked and horrible!
Bad Donald!
Bad Donald!
Now...
What is all this babbling of mine getting at?
Something I believe we need to start thinking about, and that's this.
What will happen when Donald Trump is taken from us, most likely suddenly and with very little warning, by whatever means it occurs, as it most certainly will occur?
Now by that I mean not so much taken away from us and our tiny little internet movement here, but taken away from the millions of ordinary white people out there who, rightly or wrongly, have placed their faith in him.
Who rightly or wrongly have put all their eggs into the Trump basket and now all of a sudden there's no more Trump because that's what's going to happen and we need to have some plan to deal with it.
What will happen to his movement after Trump is gone?
How will the Trump people react to the sudden snatching away of their Donald from them either by trickery or violence?
The RINOs and the power establishment in general are counting on the high degree of likelihood that white people will react in the same way we always react to disappointment.
We will go off into a corner and sulk and weep for a while and wring our hands.
We will mutter angrily and maybe make a few stupid threats, but softly to make sure no one hears us who might not understand that we don't really mean it.
The secret police will be telling our lords and masters that when the Donald is taken from us, white boys will mutter, mutter, mutter.
But no one will ever actually do anything.
Those 300 million privately owned firearms will stay right where they are, in the closets and the locked gun cabinets.
In most cases, those guns aren't intended as weapons anyway.
their sexual and psychological fetishes.
Oh, there may be one or two small groups of camouflaged idiots calling themselves militias or minutemen or patriot this or patriot that or something of the kind who will gather in public with some AR model semi-autos and wave them in the air for the TV cameras.
But thanks to Ammon and Ryan Bundy, the dictatorship knows that nothing more serious Thanks a lot, guys.
Then, the dictatorship believes that once Trump is gone from the scene, us white boys will shuffle back to our shitty little jobs on Monday morning, like always.
If we have jobs.
If we're one of the overwhelmingly white 95 million, we'll shamble on back down the stairs into mom's basement and log on and look at some porn.
Or we'll trudge back to the empty double-wide to look at some porn.
And, of course, we'll go to the local bar or the tavern to drown our sorrows or cry in our beer.
Nothing at all that might seriously threaten the status quo.
And you know something?
Most likely, the dictators, psychologists, and intelligence analysts who predict that we will remain supine are entirely right.
It seems to be who we are these days.
That alpha gene seems to be long gone.
No more minute men and this damn sure ain't 1775.
White people have never revolted in the past 60 years as the ongoing genocide progressed.
Why should it happen now?
And how will our tiny little white nationalist movement react when the Donald disappears from the scene?
How will we capitalize on the sudden vanishing of Trump from the scene, as we need to be ready to do?
How will we pick up as many as possible of Donald Trump's disillusioned supporters?
How will we steer them towards the Northwest Imperative as the only logical alternative now that the last gasp of the all-America solution will have come and gone with Donald Trump and it's clear that the old America is over and the white man's only hope is some form of regional separatism and actual revolution?
That's not just that.
I think more to the point might actually be a question that I briefly hinted at just now.
What will Trump's disappointed and enraged followers do?
I mean, really, when it becomes clear that Trump is gone, either through mysterious murder by the aforementioned crazed lone gunman, possibly from a schoolbook depository, or through some piece of jiggery-pokery at the Republican convention in Cleveland in July, or else through just plain outright vote for it on the part of the Democrats.
I'm not going to pretend to know the answer to that, and right now it's just way too early to predict.
Especially since we don't know exactly how Trump is going to be made to disappear, but we need to start looking ahead and seeing if we can kind of get out ahead of events.
This is one of our comrades from Sweden.
He's using the name of Eric for the purpose of this recording.
I promised him last week I'd be sure to get on his bit of audio this week, and so here he is.
And just in case you're wondering, yes, Eric is quite serious about eventually migrating here to the Northwest homeland.
He has visited us here in the Northwest, and so he knows whereof he speaks.
Hello, comrades.
This is Eric.
I have a message to all our European comrades who think that American people are soft and useless.
A lot of the nationalists in Europe believe that it is hopeless doing something on the American continent, since all the militia guys are fat and untrained.
But I would like to talk to you in Europe and say that our comrades in the Northwest are another breed.
They are not like the stupid people who support the slope, and they want our help to make a new country only for white.
How can that be a bad thing to fight for?
And we must fight, because our enemies have a lot of mercenaries on their pales.
But we can do it.
Listen.
From the beginning of 2006 to the middle of 2011, the American Special Operations forces were increased from about 50,000 to 64,000.
We are now strictly talking personnel.
Now, remember that these numbers are less impressive than they look, because of the 50,000 Special Operations troops.
Only about a fourth or a fifth are actual trigger pullers.
Of those, only about two thousand are blackouts.
That is, they are conducting covert or clandestine operations.
In theory, these are the guys who go in and stamp out revolution.
Also remember, these figures concern special operations forces and that is forces that are under military command.
For example, Navy SEAL combat teams, Army Rangers reconnaissance teams.
Special deployment delta teams, and so forth.
The CIA COVID operatives number 700 to 800, and are of course under the directorate of CIA.
These numbers come from a book by the American intelligence analyst Gregory Treburton, published in 2012.
And I find them to be reasonable.
By the way, I think Treburton is acting as chairman for the American Intelligence Council.
So he, if anyone, knows these things.
Well anyway, there you have it.
The total number of Special Forces operatives and COVID agents able to actually wage a counter-insurgency campaign do not exceed 3,000.
And of course, this is the total number, which now is deployed all over the world.
The overwhelming majority of personnel involved in the so-called Special Forces umbrella are concerned with logistics.
Yes, you heard right.
The Americans are dependent on logistics.
Do you think the current power holders would leave their beloved oil fields around the Middle East in the hands of fanatical Muslims and send their best fighters to the Pacific Northwest?
Do you think the economic elite of America would risk the well-being of Israel only to save some illegal non-white immigrants?
I don't think so.
And by the way, the entire community of special forces operatives seems to be racially white.
I have never seen a Negro working as a special forces operative.
I have seen a nation, like Korean or Taiwanese.
And on a picture once, I have seen what seems to be like a Mexican mulatto.
Or something like that.
I don't really know these shit-colored people that were.
Now, can you imagine the Jews in Washington sending their elite forces to the Northwest to fight a white, racially conscious nationalist uprising?
Can you imagine the dread and fear for the possibility that some of their elite operatives going absent without leave are joining up with the insurgents?
So do you think they will risk sending many of their best soldiers to fight in such an insurgency?
I don't think so.
So it can't be done.
Even if we are going up against 3,000 elite covert operatives, you can't imagine how weak and useless a multiracial country really is.
The only thing that prevents the Negroes, the Camel, the Jews, and all other shit-colored people from jumping at each other are their unifying hatred of white people.
In my personal view, the big challenge will come after independence, when we have to come up with a more conventional defense for our young and free nation.
And of course, a lot more challenges than that.
But that question is in the future, and now we have to get on with this show.
That hasn't even started yet.
My home country, Sweden, which has existed as a political entity for almost a thousand years, are now going down the drain, overwhelmed with shit-colored people.
But the Northwest is still overwhelmingly white, and here we can have a new country.
If you have a family, bring them with you.
Time is running out.
I am ready to do my part, but I want you who listen to this to do your part.
You know, we as white people has to win every time, but the Jews only has to win once.
If you haven't done a reconnaissance travel yet, you really must do it.
Okay, this is a Civil War song.
It's a Union Civil War song.
I do not know whether or not this is an original or whether this is a modern version of something Civil War-ish, but it's got a pretty good video attached to it by a guy named Corb Lund.
And contrary to what you might think, I have no objection to playing Union songs.
they actually had some pretty good tunes on their side.
Well, I want to be We'll be in the cavalry if they send me off to war.
I want a good steed under me like my forefathers before.
I want a good mount when the bugle sounds and I hear the cannons roar.
Well, I want to be in the cavalry if they send me off to war.
Well, I want a horse in my volunteer forces riding for the dawn.
Please save from me some gallantry that will let go when I'm gone.
I beg of you, Sergeant, me lead the charge when the battle lines are drawn.
Let me at least leave a good hoofbeat, I remember riding long.
Oh, I'm not a good foot soldier, mate, can't be sour and slow at march.
And I'd be sick on a naval ship and the sea would leave me parched.
But I'd be first in line if they let me ride, by God, you'll see my start.
Low back of the heap of the laurel leaf underneath that victory arch.
Oh, I want to be in the cavalry if they send me off to war.
Oh, I want a good steer.
under me 'Cause I
won't be back on the riderless black And I'm finished in my hunt Well, I wanna be in the cavalry They send me off to war Well, I wanna be in the cavalry But I won't ride home Good
evening, comrades.
Tonight I'm going to be discussing 1924, the year that made Hitler, and this is a book by Peter Range.
Now, there's a lot of names in this report.
I'm going to do the best I can with them.
Now, in the aftermath of World War I, Germany was clearly in turmoil.
Upper Silesia and Alsace were lost to the east and the west, and the French eyed the Ruhr Valley, desiring the coalfields.
In 1919, Count Antoine Akrovali had assassinated Kurt Eisner, a communist who temporarily led the Soviet Republic of Bavaria.
After Eisner's death, Akrovali was taken to Landsberg Prison, and Bavaria took a hard right.
Around this time, Hitler was living in the Reichswehr barracks, giving citizenship training.
A month later, he was called upon to report on a political group.
There, he found himself in agreement with Drexler, a Pan-German who had written a manifesto.
By October of 1919, he became their official speaker, and by early 1920, Hitler drew crowds by the thousands.
At this point, he considered himself a drummer for the movement.
Yet he was already involved in the press.
He controlled the folkish via botcher, the party newspaper, and he chose the swastika as an emblem, a symbol already used by many such groups.
The red color stood for justice and was a dialogue with the left, and the white stood for nationalism.
In those days, fights often broke out with Bavarian separatists, and in 1922, Hitler was accused of fighting with Otto Walterstadt.
This lesser legal issue would endanger his parole in 1924.
In the early days, Hitler often looked to Italy to inspire his own movement, and in 1922, Hitler was deeply impressed by Mussolini's march on Rome.
Hitler wanted to march from Munich to Berlin with the Reichswehr divisions and the Bavarian police to overthrow the hated Weimar.
In February 1923, the French took the Ruhr Valley, and because of Versailles, some Germans used passive resistance, such as work and hunger strikes.
However, this made hyperinflation worse.
At this point, the center-left Streisand takes over after the Kuno government had failed.
At this time, many feared that if the rightists took over Germany, the country might be invaded from the west or the east, and the communists wanted a revolution staged by Moscow.
In Bavaria, General Karr, Lasso, and Colonel Streiser kept order.
As November 1923 approached, Hitler was becoming anxious, fearing Karr, Lasso, and Streiser would stage a putsch without him.
Civil war seemed imminent.
A new constitution was drafted by the soon-to-be martyr von der Forten.
In order to cover preparations for the putsch, Lasso called for an autumn exercise, but there was still hedging as Carr especially hoped for a normal path, allowing President Ebert to declare a state of emergency.
Hitler decided to help them make the leap, as he put it.
The putsch was planned for the weekend of November 10th.
However, the timescale was moved up when it was discovered that Carr would be making a speech at the Burger Brow color.
Munich police took notice of all the preparations and asked for backup, but were denied when headquarters did not believe their claims.
So, when the punch actually happened, Hitler dramatically injured the Burger Bar color and announced that the National Revolution had begun.
And he announced the occupation of various army and police barracks.
Now, some of this was aspirational.
At this historic moment, Hitler had allied himself with General Ludendorff, who entered the Beer Hall dramatically after a boring speech.
Hitler persuaded Lassau, Streisler, and even Carr to agree to the putsch, and they held hands and dramatically sung Deutschland über alles.
Himmler took over the Reichswehr district headquarters and the Munich Post was occupied.
However, not all buildings were so easily occupied.
For example, Rahm had taken the infantry but could not seize the Kahr administration headquarters.
Concerned that the putsch was not going over perfectly, Hitler hastened across town, and Ludendorff stayed in the beer hall with LaSalle, Carr, and Streiser.
Now, all three men gave their word of honor that they would not leave town.
However, they turned on Hitler and ran off to Italy.
Now, one of the mistakes that were made during this push was that they did not seize all the communication headquarters.
At a certain point, Hitler decided that it was best to stage a march, hoping to gain the sympathy of the public, and therefore the Bund Oberland, the stormtroopers, and the shock troops decided to all march in the street, and as we may remember, the drama came in the vicinity of the Feldherren Hall.
Schreiber Richter was shot in the chest, and Fortin died with a new constitution in his coat pocket.
Greif heroically flung himself over Hitler's body and was shot multiple times, but survived.
Hitler was driven to the Alps and was hidden by the Handstangle family.
And at this point, he gave the movement over to Rosenberg.
Now, a few days later, Hitler was arrested by Belleville of the Bavarian State Police.
Once in Landsberg, Hitler was given Akro Valley's room.
This was the best room in the honor section of the prison.
However, Hitler is very depressed about the failed putsch, and he went on a hunger strike.
At this point, Hitler was tended to by the prison psychologist Arliss Ott.
He was really brought out of his depression by a multiple series of visits, the first of which was from Anton Drexler, his former mentor, and then the widow of Scribner Richter.
Finally, his attorney, Roeder.
And by November 24th, he had ended his hunger strike, and in fact, during his year in prison, Hitler would receive many gifts of food, which he often donated to a local convent.
However, he still really had too much.
Due to a 1922 law for the protection of the Republic, the trial could have been held at a state court in Leipzig in Saxony.
However, this was deemed unsafe for the prisoners as Saxony was a hotbed of communism.
Landsberg also proved too small a venue.
So the providing justice, Judge Nethart, was the same judge that went easy on Hitler in 1922.
And Nethart was very much a nationalist who believed that Hitler had a glowing love of Germany.
But not everyone was so enamored of Hitler.
Attorney Steinglen requested that the trial would be held outside of the public eye, as he feared that Hitler would use a trial to grandstand.
The judge ruled that only sensitive topics, such as those that pertain to the Treaty of Versailles, would be held in confidence, and the judge argued that the defendants had to have a chance to speak publicly and defend their honor.
To this end, Hitler gave a four-and-a-half-hour speech, and he said that he was once in blind obedience, but at this point he viewed the state to be itself in a state of high treason to Germany.
He said that legal treason is only punishable if it fails.
So, he said, why not charge the November criminals of 1918 with treason?
And also, why are Carr, Streisand, and Lasso not arrested?
The judge stated that the accused had the purest of motives, and even despite this, Lassau and Streiser, when called to testify, washed their hands of Hitler, and Carr stated that someone would have held the putsch, if not Hitler and the triumvirate, as it was called, then someone else.
Lunendorf was acquitted, and Hitler got five years.
However, the judge ruled that Hitler could not be deported as he had fought in World War I with high honors and also mentioned the fact that Hitler saw himself as a German.
In addition, the judge said it was likely that Hitler would be released in six months.
Now, during his brief time in prison, Hitler had so many well-wishers that his cell looked like a greenhouse and he had so many visits that he had little free time.
Now during the trial, Hitler had to write a 60-page memorandum, and this increased his confidence as a writer.
Next, he was asked to write a 5,000-word essay about why the Putsch had to occur.
In this essay, Hitler wrote that government preserves and expands its own people, and in this respect, Hitler was influenced by Haushofer.
Sometime in April, Hitler starts to write Mein Kampf, and in June, the book was already proclaimed the Bible of the Falkish Movement.
At first he spent much time preaching to his disciples, but in the end he excused himself from other writings to focus on his book, and by August he was in seclusion.
Important influences include Spengler's anti-modernism, Goebenau, Nietzsche, Darwin, and Marx, and of course his favorite philosopher Schopenhauer.
Hitler wanted a special path between communism and capitalism.
He wrote of eternal struggle, national community, and race matters.
Hitler argues that he is both a theorist and a tactician, and therefore is the perfect one to lead Germany.
However, not everyone loved Hitler, and attorney Steinglen did try to block his parole, but that appeal was denied.
Also, a Bavarian envoy was sent to Vienna.
But Spiepel would not repatriate Hitler as he stated, as the judge had done, that Hitler had fought for Germany and therefore Hitler was no longer an Austrian.
Hitler was paroled on December 19, 1924, and the first volume of Mein Kampf appeared in mid-July.
The second volume appeared the next year and, all in all, 12 million copies were sold.
The book was read by choice by many Germans, and also many individuals would make pilgrimage to Landsberg, sometimes on foot all the way from Nuremberg.
So I hope you enjoyed this review, and I would really recommend that you read this book.
There's just so much in it that I can't even do justice to this book within the few minutes allotted.
So thank you very much for listening.
Inhale, victory, comrades.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Greetings, comrades.
This is the trucker coming at you from now, California, unfortunately.
But, anyway.
Yeah, I'm wanting to talk about cooking and recipes this time around.
You're probably going, huh?
I said, well, it's like this.
I'm classifying most of you out there like frogs.
Do you know how to cook a frog?
You put it in a pan of water where it's comfortable and stuff and just slowly increase the temperature.
And the frog just kind of, okay, this is good until it's too late.
Well, you frogs out there, it's going to be too late here, like, I don't know, soon, I'd imagine.
BLM and their bullshit with their rioting, their blocking interstates.
And other roadways.
I've seen video clips of people just saying hell with it and running the little bastards over.
So, what happens when this goes nationwide in all the big cities and stuff like that and everything's at a gridlock and you're going, oh crap, well yeah, the pot is boiling them.
What are you gonna do?
Well, If you'd acted sooner and done your scouting trip and your migration, you'd be out here in the homeland where you should be, and you wouldn't have to be going through that crap.
I know there's nice areas, you're feeling all comfortable and stuff, just like that frog.
But eventually the pot is going to come to a boil and your ass is going to be cooked.
So...
The sooner you get it in gear, the better it would be for you once this pot starts really boiling.
And I'd imagine sometime between now and November, it's going to boil over and...
Y 'all are going to be too late.
I know I venture out into the communist area all the time.
That's where I spend most of my time is out of the homeland, but I'm bouncing back and forth across the country and hopefully not get caught up in any of this crap.
I try to avoid the big cities and areas like that as much as possible.
Keep my ear to the ground and check the internet at least a couple times a day to make sure that I'm not going into something, especially like this trip I'm headed down there to the LA area.
I'm going to deliver to San Bernardino, but it's still down there in that zest pool.
I'm sorry if you live there, but it is.
I hate going down there.
I hate going to any big cities.
Even Seattle.
Sucks.
But eventually we'll get rid of that cancerous tumor along with Tacoma and Portland and stuff.
But anyway.
Okay, comrades.
This is Trucker signing off for a little other edition from the road.
So...
Hope to see you out here in the homeland soon, and you might be seeing me come through your neck of the woods.
Alright, be safe, and don't be the frog.
Get out of the pot.
Get over to the homeland.
You'll be happier.
Alright, this is the Trucker, signing off.
Comrades, this is the trucker coming at you from the homeland.
We're crossing eastern Washington, headed over to bounce up over the Cascades and do a couple of deliveries.
Yeah, it was real nice running through the western part of Montana yesterday.
Nice rolling hills and fields full of cows and the crops that are being put in for springtime.
As it is over here in eastern Washington right now, the fields are green with freshly planted crops that are coming up for this year's growing season.
It's going to be a rude awakening for those of you coming from, like, the eastern metropolitan areas and stuff, where, unless you end up in, like, Tacoma, Seattle, or, to a lesser extent, Spokane, you know, Portland also has got a lot of traffic and stuff, but the rest of the area is...
Pretty dead as far as major traffic congestion, like what you'd find down in L.A. or over in Chicago or, pardon me for swearing, New York City area and stuff.
Greetings, comrades.
This is the trucker coming at you from the homeland.
Crossing eastern Washington, headed over to bounce up over the Cascades and do a couple of deliveries.
Yeah, it was real nice running through the western part of Montana yesterday.
Nice rolling hills and fields full of cows.
The crops that are being put in for springtime, as it is over here in eastern Washington right now, the fields are green with...
Freshly planted crops that are coming up for this year's growing season.
It's going to be a rude awakening for those of you coming from, like, the eastern metropolitan areas and stuff, where, unless you end up in, like, Tacoma, Seattle, or, to a lesser extent, Spokane.
Portland also has got a lot of traffic and stuff, but the rest of the...
The rest of the area is pretty dead as far as major traffic congestion, like what you'd find down in L.A. or over in Chicago or, pardon me for swearing, New York City area and stuff.
I mean, it's nice being able to transit across these areas without having massive amounts of traffic to contend with.
So that'll be something that...
Those of you coming from the eastern areas and the big metropolitan areas will have to adjust to the more rural setting because other than, like Mr. Covington said before, Portland, Seattle, Tacoma area, Spokane.
The rest of the homeland is pretty much rural.
So yeah, it's definitely nice.
Nice clear blue skies over here on this Monday morning.
No weather to speak of.
It's a nice, bright, sunny day.
And you really need to go and make your scouting trip out here.
Yeah, I did have a little bit of snow to contend with over there in eastern Montana yesterday.
I had my way over to Miles City to hook onto this load to come back this way.
But hopefully Old Man Winter has done his last breath of snowy, wintry weather and whatnot.
Yeah, it'd be nice to be able to see those U-Haul trucks and trailers headed out this way.
So, alright, well, this is the trucker just touching base with you.
Hope to see you all out here in the homeland soon.
We're about to die.
We're 18-wheeler open.
We're going to do what they say, can't they know?
We've got a long way to go.
Got a short time to get there.
I'm Chris Bounders, but no bandit runs.
I'm Chris Bounders, but no bandit runs.
Every now and then I'll play something on here by way of music simply because I like it.
One of our guys in the area here gave me a request last week that I play this one thing basically just because he likes it, not because it's particularly racial or anything of that kind.
It's the theme song from a western zombie movie called Dead 7, which I've never seen.
I myself have no interest at all in zombies, but for some reason this comrade is really into them.
I've never understood the zombie thing, but I think I finally got it figured out.
The whole zombie business allows us a kind of a vicarious satisfaction of this urge that we all have to take those guns out of the closets and out of the locked up gun cabinets and start shooting things.
We kind of dream of the wonderful satisfaction of being in a free fire zone and surrounded by moving horrible things that look like the horrible people we always knew and being able to shoot them.
And of course, deep down, subliminally, we all know who we really want to be shooting.
But anyway, here's the theme to that zombie movie our guy likes.
Lights are out, up in smoke, never felt so damn alone.
No words left to take me home, take me home.
Hold your breath and think of me, love on fire with gasoline.
Nothing's left, just a dream, just a dream.
In the end, don't want to see you fought apart.
Don't want to hear your broken heart.
Don't look back, nothing's gonna save us.
In the end, don't want to see you fade away.
Don't want to live for yesterday.
Don't look back, nothing's gonna save us Rode the wind, felt the rush Nothing ever was enough All the gold turned to
dust, turned to dust In the end Don't wanna see you fall apart Don't wanna hear your broken heart Don't look back, nothing's gonna save us In the end Don't wanna see you fade away Don't wanna live for yesterday Don't look
back, nothing's gonna save us No, nothing's gonna save us But it's the only thing I dream of Cause I never want to wake up
No, nothing's gonna save us But it's the only thing I dream of And I never wanna wake up In the end Don't wanna see you fall apart Don't wanna hear your broken heart Don't look
back, nothing's gonna save us In the end Don't wanna see you fade away Don't wanna live for yesterday Don't look back, nothing's gonna save us In the end Don't wanna see you fade away Don't look back, nothing's gonna save us Nothing's gonna save
us, baby In the end In the end In the end, in the end, in the end Nothing's gonna save us, nothing's gonna save us Nothing's gonna save us
I need you to think about the future and try to envision what it's going to be like short to medium term this time.
I'm sorry to say that we all pretty much know how our long term future is shaping up.
I want you to imagine that it's a bright day in spring or a hot muggy summer's evening or possibly a nice crisp day in October and you log on to your computer or turn on your television set and you see and hear screams.
You look at the electronic screen from which we get all our information these days, and there he is.
Donald J. Trump is lying on the ground, dead, with a couple of bullets in him.
You need to understand that I'm not blowing smoke here.
This could happen, and in my opinion it almost certainly will, if there is no other way to keep Trump away from the nomination of the presidency.
It could happen tomorrow.
It could happen before or after the Republican convention in Cleveland in July.
My guess would be that Mr. Trump is in the most danger just after he has secured the nomination, or just after he's been rejected for it, but before he announces his intention to go third party.
If I was him, I would show up to that convention wearing a full Kevlar outfit and flak jacket with Blackwater mercenary guards, not Secret Service gunmen, whose direct deposits are paid by the very dictatorship that wants Trump dead.
It could happen during the general election campaign against Hillary.
Now, this is real.
This is not me being paranoid.
I've been on Twitter for a little over two months now, and I alone have seen dozens of outright threats of murder against Trump, only one of whom, to my knowledge, has been arrested by the Secret Service, that dweeb last week who was threatening to plant a bomb that might have harmed the Secret Servicemen themselves.
At least one attempt has already been made by a hostile social justice warrior to physically get at Trump, that time in Ohio, an incident which promptly disappeared like a sinking stone from the news cycle.
Or it could be that we'll have more advanced warning of Trump's removal from the scene through jiggery-pokery and skullduggery on the convention floor, or in the smoke-filled back rooms when they rob him of the nomination in some manner.
Now, if that happens, Trump will almost certainly go third party, which he, of course, is morally entitled to do, which means that the white vote will be split and a lot of white people so completely alienated from the political process that they won't bother to vote at all.
I can't say as I blame them.
I mean, they voted in the primaries and their votes were ignored.
And the entire might of the Republican Party was marshaled to cancel out their votes.
And in two states, Wyoming and Colorado, there weren't even any elections at all.
Yet Ted Cruz gets all the delegates.
So, that way, we lose Trump on November the 8th, and the slow-coming dark of Hillary Clinton, which I predicted in my novel 16 years ago, will descend on America.
Now, I said earlier, the official view of the dictatorship is that once our Donald, whoever he may be, is taken from us, Us white boys will react as we always do.
The first thing will be to head for the bars and the refrigerators and out will come the beer and the whiskey.
Huge quantities of it.
Some of us will get drunk and scream curses and threats in bars or on our Facebook pages, possibly requiring a few prophylactic arrests to make sure that it doesn't get out of hand, but nothing the police can't or won't handle.
I mean, after all, they're still getting paid.
The direct deposits are still dropping into their bank accounts every week, or two weeks, every month, whatever it is.
So, they're still obeying orders.
Unless, of course, some kind of financial balloon goes up between now and November, in which case, once the police are no longer being paid, then it is a whole new ballgame.
Now, the rest of us will do what sad and disappointed and depressed white people have been doing for the past 50 years.
When the Donald is taken from us, we will go and hide in a closet somewhere, where we will sob and wring our hands in self-pity because no one will come down out of the clouds and save us without our having to exert any effort or take any risk.
And then on Monday morning, we will trudge back to work if we have jobs, or we'll sit down in front of the computer if we don't and do what white people do best.
We will try to escape.
Escape into some stupid job we fool ourselves as a career, or escape into the fantasy world of the internet, or both.
This is what the dictator's servants are counting on, and this belief in the ultimately supine and cowardly nature of the American white male is what they're going to be basing their tactical and strategic decisions on regarding how and where they will finally take down Donald Trump.
But what if there is, at long last, a game-changer?
What if, through some mystical political and social alchemy that right now none of us can possibly imagine, this time we really do revolt?
This time, when at long last, we can no longer possibly misunderstand our lord's and master's message that our votes don't matter and we don't matter.
Suppose, this time at long last, we white people finally do revolt and take those 300 million privately owned firearms out of the closet and the locked gun cabinets.
Yeah, I know, pigs may fly.
Well, maybe they do sometimes.
They flew within living memory in 1989 in Romania.
Now, I want to talk to you now of something that the dictatorship definitely does not want me or anyone else speaking about.
I'm a little worried here that some political gangster in a black robe may decide that the Bill White precedent of the quote-unquote inherently criminal and violent audience may apply.
That's you guys, you naughty vex here.
But things in the country and political developments with this Trump thing and the abandonment of all immigration control and a host of other factors demand that it's time we begin to discuss actual change using real-world tactics, at least among ourselves.
As I said on a tweet last week, if we as a people can't muster up the balls actually to get out onto the field and start playing the game, then we can at least sit ourselves down in the bleachers of the right ballpark.
You know those long and serious emails and letters that I've mentioned on here before as being communications which I receive from you guys, but which I seldom answer with the level of attention and the kind of depth I should?
Well, I'm going to answer one now, but I have to choose my words with great care.
This is exactly the kind of RFN where some ambitious United States attorney who's looking to win a few gold stars for her forehead might try to make a big beef.
So she can transfer to Washington, D.C. and live out her days in the last prosperous part of the empire where the last of the big money is.
I would rather not sacrifice my life to buy some lawyer bitch, male or female, a nice new mansion in Georgetown or DuPont Circle.
The central premise would be that if I say certain things on here, which, coming from anybody else, would be clearly constitutionally protected free speech, Because you guys are so inherently criminal and violent, when I say the same thing, I am inciting some kind of wickedness and committing a crime for which I must be sentenced to 32 years in prison like Bill White.
I'm basically a third-class citizen because of you guys'supposed criminality, which no one, of course, quite knows how that's proved.
That's just something some judge arbitrarily decides.
But in any case, because of you guys, I have fewer constitutional rights than some monkoid from Salon or the New York Times or whatever.
Now, in short, we've reached a state of affairs in this country similar to that of George Orwell's animal farm, wherein all animals are equal, but some are more equal than others.
Well, it's always been like that for the past three generations or so.
But something is coming for which we must prepare ourselves mentally and physically, and we have to talk about it, so let's talk about it.
I generally try to avoid crystal ball gazing, but I believe, based on my lifelong absorption with history and politics, that I can hazard a few predictions as to what might happen in the coming months.
I'm inciting to or advocating nothing.
It would do no good if I were inciting to do something, since nobody listens to me.
If people listened to me, We would have had 10x1000 up and running years ago and I'd be speaking to you from a properly equipped studio with state-of-the-art equipment and a bright young IT guy full-time to run it, not using 10-year-old gear from the back room of a pawn shop.
This is pure conjecture based on what I see happening around me.
There are things that, in my personal opinion, might well happen.
Not as the result of anything I do or say, but as the result of the removal of Donald Trump from the political process by force or chicanery on the part of the Republican establishment or on the part of the Democratic dictatorship or by both working in concert.
So, how could this miracle happen?
There won't be any NVA anytime soon because we're concentrating here in the Northwest on doing what we should have been doing 50 years ago, building infrastructure.
Nor is the Trump thing confined to the Northwest in any case.
The best we can hope for in the event of Trump's sudden demise would be a repetition of the Spanish Civil War of the 1930s, when a large and diverse coalition of movements and interest groups on the right fought and defeated a large and diverse coalition of movements and interest groups on the left.
The Spanish Civil War was the last war in history the good guys won.
Hopefully we can win our 21st century version as well.
Obviously, in our new Civil War, one or more charismatic leaders will have to arise to replace Trump.
We apparently can't do without charismatic leaders.
We can't just substitute ideology and collective responsibility.
No, no, no.
Well, I have no idea who these men will be, but my guess would be the wrong people like evangelicals such as Ted Cruz or neoconservatives such as Rick Santorum.
Basically, your Tea Party types with guns who would be just as hostile to us Wiccan and evil Nazis as to the Clinton faction.
While Hitler and them Nazis flew a crooked cross and they tried to destroy our Bible.
Yeah.
A lot will depend on whether or not the police and the military continue to get paid and whether the money they're paid will buy anything, meaning buy the police, both local and secret federal, and their families, buy them out of the cesspool that they have been forcing the rest of us to live in.
One of the main advantages of being a cop or an FBI agent is to a large extent you and your family can escape from Obama's America into the last remains of the Brady Bunch world.
It's kind of like a little time warp or bubble that they keep for these guys as a reward for doing their hatchet work.
They get the last of the old 1950s, 1960s suburban world with split levels and so forth and so on.
Anyway.
When the direct deposits stop coming and reality starts biting the men in blue and the boys and girls in expensive suits on the ass, as well as the rest of us, well, who knows?
Worms may turn.
So, how exactly might it happen?
Some kind of palace coup wherein Obama is finally placed under arrest and taken into custody by the military?
I doubt it, but Obama himself seems to have been concerned at the possibility of a military coup.
Remember how he spent the past seven years purging the top ranks of the military of generals and admirals that he considered politically untrustworthy, like Petraeus?
Look, I don't know how to convey this to you guys because it's not an opinion.
It's not even a prediction.
It's just kind of a feeling I have sometimes.
People have often asked me how I think it might start.
How these leaders who have been carefully rooted out for generations by the secret police or suborned with bribery might suddenly emerge and do their duty.
Okay, let's engage in some pure speculation here.
Imagine an Emmon Bundy type, almost certainly a Middle East or Afghan veteran, possibly a cop or a former cop, so he has cuck-servative cachet.
But he's not a cuck.
Somehow or other, this guy reads the right books and websites, and he's got some brain cells to rub together, which he uses, and so he's actually a nationalist.
Now, suppose this Ammon Bundy type and a few more like him get into some kind of Malheur, Harney County type situation where, all of a sudden, either accidentally or intentionally, he crosses the line and he's beyond the law.
Now, this could be over almost anything, but let's say for argument's sake that it's something Trump-related.
Only this time, instead of waving his AR-180 aloft for the media cameras and doing a do-si-do in his cool camouflage, instead of throwing down his weapon and blubbering to the U.S. attorney for a plea bargain, this as yet unknown guy actually points the firearm and pulls the trigger and actually does harm to one or more of the dictator's servants or constituents, maybe street niggers, maybe illegal Mexicans, who knows.
Now, that hasn't happened, to my knowledge, in the 24 years since Ruby Ridge, and even then it was a 12-year-old boy who fired back, Sam Weaver, who was murdered for his trouble.
I don't count Waco because the Branch Davidians weren't us.
But suppose it happens this time, and the man of the hour, our so far mythical, competent Ammon Bundy, happens to have a little cop on.
Some experience from Fallujah and Ramallah and Tora Bora.
Suppose he and his guys are all sober.
Suppose they're not all 50 pounds overweight and they know what the hell they're doing.
Now, either by design or by accident, on the one hand, you have Donald Trump brutally ripped away from the millions of...
Big white children who have basically been told to be quiet and go to their rooms and accept what the grown-ups have decided and wait until daddy comes in with the belt to punish them for frightening the rich people like that.
And on the other hand, you've got somebody lying dead in the street.
Maybe didn't do niggers, maybe cops or FBI, maybe a politician, maybe Mexicans or Muslims, who knows?
Somebody dead, which means that there can be no going back.
Only this guy, the competent Edmund Bundy, doesn't want to go back.
This guy doesn't drop to his knees in front of the U.S. attorney and sob for a plea deal because he didn't really mean it.
He did mean it.
Instead, this guy lifts up a severed head in one hand and a rifle in the other, and he says to the world, take up your weapons out of the closets and the cabinets and into your hands.
Lock and load them and follow me.
We'll be right back.
I'm sorry, I just had to throw that in there.
That won't be me who does it.
I'm too old.
The man who finally takes rifle in hand and says, follow me, is going to need a lot more tread left on the tire.
Since after he burns out the rat's nest in D.C. or locally here in the Northwest or elsewhere, he's going to have a world to rebuild.
I seem to be about 20 years out of sync.
I would sell my soul to be just 42 again, but that's not on the cards.
Our guy needs to be...
In his mid to late 30s now, I'd say.
And beyond that, more speculation is pointless because we really have no idea how on earth or when all this is going to happen.
But it is going to happen, yeah.
And it could happen like that.
But for now, time is up for this week's edition of Radio Free Northwest.
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This is Harold Covington, and I'll see you next week.