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May 5, 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-a-woogle, hush and listen, and his cheeks were all aglow.
I bear orders from the captain, get you ready quick and soon, for the pikes must be together by the rising of the moon.
By the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon, for the pikes must be together by the rising of the moon.
Oh, then tell me, Sean O 'Farrell, where the gathering is to be.
In the old spot by the river, rifle known to you and me.
One more roar for signal, token whistle of the marching tune.
Warrior pike upon your shoulder by the rising of the moon.
By the rising of the moon.
By the rising of the moon.
With your eyes 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, they just was throbbing For the blessed warning light Wards 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 days were flashing out Rising on the moon It's May the 5th, 2016.
I'm Harold Covington, and this is Radio Free Northwest.
First off, just FYI, this week I was privileged to meet yet another new migrant who came to this area on his scouting trip from his home on the East Coast.
This man is a true newbie.
He received his racial wake-up call on a visit to Europe last summer, where he was unfortunate enough to witness the Third World invasion up close and personal in several European countries he visited.
And then when he got back, he leaped into the internet looking to see what was available by way of White Resistance, where he found some cool websites, but little enough in the way of action.
Then about two or three months ago, someone turned this man on to the Northwest Independence novels.
He ordered them all on Kindle, and binge-read all five in a row, and last week he landed at SeaTac Airport.
I don't know if he's made any decision yet regarding his final settlement area, but just so you guys know, yes, sometimes it does happen like that.
Now, guys, I was a little disappointed that we weren't able to throw a bigger reception committee for this fellow from the East Coast.
But let me advise you on something.
When you decide to make a scouting trip, and you want to drop by the Seattle or Puget area in order to see the elephants, so to speak, make sure that you give us as much advance notice as you can.
Also, for visits to this area, a weekend is usually the best.
For the simple reason that, as I've mentioned before, the Puget area is one of the few remaining parts of the United States where there are any jobs left.
And almost all of our people have to work the now standard 50-odd hour week.
Closer to 60 hours a week if you include travel time.
I'd like for every new migrant to say that there was someone to welcome them home on this end of things, but be warned, you may end up having to make do with us old guys who are retired or otherwise available.
Right, I'll follow my recent practice of opening the show with a presidential election report.
The Indiana primary will be held tomorrow on Tuesday, May the 3rd.
I may or may not delay uploading this show until Wednesday to report on the results, but it's a little less likely than it was last week.
The official internet buzz, for whatever you may think that's worth, is that unless Ted Cruz really aces the state, then Indiana will finally knock him completely out of the race because it will be mathematically impossible for Cruz to stop Donald Trump from getting the required 1,237 delegates to secure the nomination on the first ballot.
Now, I'll give this to Ted Cruz.
He is a persistent little bugger.
He's been thieving delegates again.
Somehow he managed to walk off with all of the delegates in Arizona through diddling the online delegate voting system that they use down there.
Trump won the March 22nd primary by over 20 percentage points, and that little weasel Cruz walks away with all the delegates.
This is getting to be a pretty monotonous story.
Cruz was supposed to have worked out some kind of alliance with the inane John Kasich to stop Trump, but that appears to have fallen apart pretty quickly when Cruz started stabbing Kasich in the back as well.
Now, once again, this is just internet buzz and punditry, so it's probably worthless.
But, just for the record, said buzz now intimates that the Republican establishment is beginning to reconcile itself to the idea of Trump winning the nomination and cozy up to the Trumpster a bit.
Now, I personally can't see that happening.
There's too much hatred there and too much narrow self-interest.
But I can imagine how it might, if the rhinos have sense enough, finally to wrap their minds around the home truth that if they blatantly and contemptuously thwart the clearly expressed will of the people, as manifested in the primary elections, by denying Donald Trump the nomination they want him to have, It's the end of the Republican Party, and I think that's one of the best possible outcomes for white people, and I'm looking forward to it if it happens.
Now, don't get me wrong.
I would love like hell to see the Trumpledor and the Hildebeest go head-to-head in a one-on-one contest.
No question.
If nothing else, it would be immensely entertaining, and since we seem to have reduced our politics to just another form of entertainment, I'd like to observe this ultimate expression of that particular brand of idiocy.
But I would also love to see Trump go third party and start up something which might, in time, be built up into a genuine white alternative.
A party or movement which would be new enough and weak enough to where we could slide in and if nothing else get some valuable experience in working within the system, the better to complete its destruction.
The big one coming up is California on June 7th, and we've already been treated to the site of rioting Mexicans in Costa Mesa and other parts of Southern California, attacking Trump himself, and assaulting and beating any white person attempting to attend a Trump rally, which is to be expected since white people in California are even more beaten down and cowed than elsewhere, and they're not going to fight back, but which actually helps the Trump campaign when those pictures of white people with bloody faces show up on Drudge Report and elsewhere.
Beaten and humiliated by people who shouldn't even be here at all.
On the Democrat side, the Hildebeest now has the nomination nailed, but Bernie Sanders is hoping that the FBI will come to his rescue and knock her out of the race by indicting her on charges of treason and espionage, although that's not how they'll be worded in the legal documents, if and when that happens at all, which I very much doubt.
Six weeks after it was breathlessly announced that Hillary and Huma and Cheryl and Sid were finally going to be interviewed by the FBI, it hasn't happened yet.
My guess is it ain't gonna.
That decision has already been made.
I saw an article online today stating that the email investigation will probably be spun out beyond the November general election, and then once she's president, the SEHAG can just pardon herself.
Now, this morning I sent out an email to the Northwest Revolution List asking for suggested topics for the next call-in show.
Which will be either Thursday, May the 5th, or else Thursday, May the 12th, depending on how things shape up.
And if I think I can get anybody to call, I don't know what the next topic will be, but I've gotten a few interesting suggestions.
One of them is from a man in England.
I won't say a young man, but younger than me anyway, named Chris.
He asked for a topic which I get a lot in various ways.
He suggested that we discuss, and I quote, Guerrilla insurrection and insurgency, the best place for it to occur, where, when, and how to procure the necessary munitions, equipment, money, and training, etc.
Questions surrounding terrain, field craft, logistics and engineering, legitimate targeting, battle triage, military finances, operational security, and so forth.
useful precedents set in historical revolutionary conflicts, such as the Vietnam War, the Bolshevik Revolution, the Chinese Civil War, the ISIS insurgency, and so on.
anything that may assist our people or groups of them to, as you say, stand up wherever they may be.
At the risk of sounding like a Dutch uncle, time is running out.
If we're not ready, it will just be some other group.
That's not advice, it's just a statement of obvious fact, signs Chris.
First off, I need to say that I have come to know Chris probably as well as it's possible to know someone in a foreign country solely on the internet without ever actually meeting him.
He has described to me the situation in which he finds himself as one of the white minority in London, especially a white male, and it's pretty grim.
He has described to me his adventures with the assorted segments of the British nationalist movement, which he describes largely as a joke, an assessment I agree with.
And he's been involved at one point with almost everything over there in Blighty, including the obligatory attempt by the loathsome Martin Webster to lure him into sodomy, which was notably unsuccessful.
Christ, that old queer must be well into his 70s these days.
Anyway, more so even than most Americans, because he lives in what has become one of the many bellies of the beast, Chris is screaming and almost half-insane with frustration.
His emails are often just something along the lines of when the fuck is somebody going to do something?
And we all know what.
We all know what we want to turn on our televisions and our computers of a morning and see happening on Drudge Report and YouTube.
That goes for Brits, Americans, Germans, Canadians, Swedes, Australians, etc.
Our entire wee little internet movement more and more is becoming one long scream of rage and frustration.
Why doesn't somebody do something?
Okay, especially in Britain, I can get this.
I've lived there, remember.
There is one account on alt-right Twitter called Aryan Revolution UK, and I have no idea who the hell it is.
For all I know, these guys may be sterling comrades and perfectly sincere, or else they may be some kind of cognitive dissonance op or provocateur operation, but they're constantly running all kinds of photos of eight or nine guys at a time marching down some cobbled lane or hiding behind a wall or, you know, marching through some market, flashing their abs and their biceps or whatever.
They're wearing ski masks and camouflage jackets and big heavy boots and coming on all tough and militant like they bad.
Probably the same eight or nine guys each time in different costumes.
I have not heard of one single act of serious armed resistance in the United Kingdom against the invasion.
Ever.
Even the much-vaunted Combat 18 mostly just punched out Jamaican cab drivers when they were drunk and left threatening messages on various idiots' answering machines.
Oh, yeah, I think one bomb did go off many years ago in some gay bar in Covent Garden or someplace, and the guy was caught within like two hours because he seemed to have forgotten that London is now riddled with security cameras like Orwell's Airstrip 1. Anyway, to try and answer Chris's question...
I can't have a discussion of that type on the call-in show for the same reason I can't have discussions of guns, which I'm sure we'd get 50 or 75 calls on.
This show and everything the NF do is monitored by the FBI, and since that young half-wit Dylan Roof did his thing last summer, we are monitored as well by the left-wing media, including your own guardian, Chris.
These people would just simply glom on to something that was said by somebody on a show like that and they would use it in some way either to discredit the cause or to do us immediate physical harm.
That's just the reality of it.
I know you guys in Europe are very envious of our First Amendment here in this country, but as I was mentioning only last week, it is not absolute and it's getting less and less in force every year since federal judges have discovered all kinds of ways that they can do end runs around the First Amendment and essentially nullify the constitutional guarantee of freedom of speech and nothing will be done about it.
This is the core of the dictatorship's power in this country.
Their absolute lack of accountability.
If the case in question is that of a white man, a nationalist or a conservative or anyone to the right of center, then his rights can be trampled on by the courts and the police and the prison system and no one will lift a legal finger to help.
I referred last week to the infamous case of Bill White.
Wherein a Jewish judge in Chicago ruled that Bill was essentially a second or third class citizen in his own land who does not have the same right to freedom of speech or freedom of the press as other people because of the quote-unquote inherently criminal and violent nature of his audience.
People think I make these things up.
I wish I was.
The simple fact is that it is now a dangerous thing in this country to say what you mean.
To speak of genuine political change and social change, and especially any reference to direct action to bring about such change.
Not as dangerous as it is in Britain or Germany, but dangerous enough so that I have to exercise care and circumspection in what I say on here.
I may sound like I'm letting it all hang out at times, but I don't.
Believe me, I measure every word I utter on the air.
So far, I've been able to toe-dance along the line between truth and destruction.
But one day I may well flub it, and that sound I hear at six o 'clock the next morning may well be my door spluttering on its hinges as thugs in black body armor kick it in.
Now, you have to bear in mind, Chris, that if I allow others to get on here and babble on such topics, then I'm not only putting myself at risk, I'm endangering them as well, especially someone like you who lives in Europe, where white men are going to prison every day.
Even for posting mildly annoyed things about the invaders on their Facebook pages, never mind for advocating and inciting to change for real.
Chris, this may seem like a silly question, and you've probably told me the answer long ago and my senile brain has simply forgotten.
But you have read the five Northwest Independence novels, haven't you?
Those books contain more than enough commentary on the topic of white nationalist insurgency to make your little heart go pitter-patter, and although they're banned in Canada, so far as I'm aware it's still legal to possess a copy or a PDF file or a Kindle in Europe, including the UK.
In those novels, I go into all of these topics at great length and detail.
If you don't have them, get them.
Contact me, I'll help you.
If you do have them, read them again.
Yes, Chris, I know, we all want to see black and brown corpses bloating and rotting in the streets and in the tube stations, but realistically speaking, so long as the police are still being paid, and, important corollary, so long as the money will still buy things, and the policeman as an individual can still buy his way out of the mess for himself and his family, then he can go home to a nice home at night.
And he's part of what Peggy Noonan described as the protected class.
So long as the policeman can use the money he gets from the regime to save himself from the crap that he dishes out and the mess that he is creating, then things probably aren't going to change.
Music.
Music.
I know a fat old policeman, he's always on our street.
A fat and jolly red-faced man, he really is a treat.
He's too kind for a policeman, he's never known to frown.
And everybody says he is the happiest man in town.
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!
He laughs upon point beauty.
He laughs upon his feet.
He laughs at everybody when he's walking in the street.
He never can stop laughing.
He says he's never tried.
But once he did arrest the man And laughed until he cried� His jolly face, it wrinkled, and then he shut his eyes.
He opened his great mouth.
It was a wondrous sight.
He said, I must arrest you.
He didn't know what for.
And then he started laughing until he cracked his jaw.
Oh, my God.
His eyes will beam and sparkle, he'll girdle with delight And then you'll start him laughing with all his blessed night Ah, ha, ha!
Ah, ha, ha!
Ah, ha, ha!
Ha, ha, ha!
Ha, ha, ha!
Tonight I'm going to be discussing Enemy of the State by Tommy Robinson, which is a nom de plume.
But for simplicity's sake, I'm going to be calling him Tommy Robinson throughout the report.
Now, this is about the founder of the United Peoples of Luton, which would eventually become the English Defense League.
Tommy grew up in Luton.
And he was born Steve Yaxley, but he considers his father to be Tommy Lennon.
Ludin is a rough town.
It's dominated by soccer, which seems to have become a substitute for nationalism and warfare among European men.
Now, much of this book is devoted to Tommy Robinson as an average bloke, mainly concerned with preserving the Britain he loves.
To this end, the author goes into great detail about the personal and legal issues that he's faced.
But my main focus in this report is going to be fitting the EDL into a larger framework and also showing the current pro-immigrant ideology that prevents Europe from self-assertion.
Robinson was born in 1982, and as he grows up, the older he gets, He sees how Muslims really form their own communities and they're really expansive and aggressive.
And so eventually, Robinson is drawn to the British National Party.
Now, this attraction is very short-lived.
At this point, the BNP was run by Nick Griffin, who had also led the National Front.
And at this time, even if this did not persist, the BNP was relatively pro-white.
Tommy Robinson had many non-white friends.
For Robinson, the struggle against Islam was mainly a matter of lifestyle and perhaps religion.
And at bottom, Robinson is an integrationist.
To this end, Robinson is constantly trying to prevent far-right elements from contaminating the EDL.
And to this end, he makes a show of showing the far-right individuals out of politics.
He burns a swastika flag publicly at one point and carries banners during the demonstrations that insult the National Front.
Above all, Robinson wants to make sure that all British, and his definition of British is anyone who lives is British, he wants them all to get involved in the EDL, and to that end he has Black, Six, Jews and even mixed-race individuals playing a role in the EDL, often being prominent in demonstrations.
But almost inevitably, the media would portray Tommy as a racist.
One example is the documentary done by Tommy Costello called Proud and Prejudice.
And this happens despite Robinson's efforts to show that he was friendly, even with moderate Muslims.
However, this meme oftentimes gets repeated in the British media.
And at one point, the National Union of Journalists asked to refer to members of the EDL as far right.
Even so, Robinson sought to maintain a mainstream image.
And in 2010, Robinson was able to meet with a group of American conservatives in Newcastle.
Now, this group offered him $5 million to state that Britain should not go into Libya.
Apparently, the money would be offered by Gaddafi, and apparently this goes on all the time, and Robinson states that the National Front and Britain First have made deals like this.
At this point, this type of deal felt like treason.
However, looking back, Robinson regrets this choice.
The EDL had really no reputation to lose, and indeed, at a later date, Tommy would come into contact with a group called Quinolin, which would credit itself with the conversion of Robinson from far-right to moderate.
Beset with ongoing legal issues which would only seem to be bested by the accounts of Nelson Mandela's 27 years of continuous 90-day arrests, Robinson let himself be bought for far less than $5 million as Quinlan would pay his bills so long as he was their poster boy and he was somewhat muzzled by them.
While Robinson acknowledged that both he and Quinlan We're using each other.
Robinson also had the sincere hope that he could work with moderates.
During the six months he spent working with Quinlan, Robinson met a liaison, Jonathan Russell, who was a young white man, only 23, who had learned Arabic and had a college degree in Islamic studies.
This young man was naive enough and well-meaning enough that he honestly believed that he understood Islam.
And Tommy also met Osama Hassan, who was a genuinely moderate Muslim, who was also very well-meaning.
But Robinson also learned that while the media says that 10% are radical and 90% are moderate.
The reality is the reverse.
Now, this is due to the fact that Islam is based on a radical foundation.
Robinson loses hope with quinolin and comes to realize that at least the EDL had a backbone.
Robinson asks Hassan, who is considered apostate and actually has four fatwas on his life, have you ever converted any radical Muslims to moderation?
As you might imagine, Hassan hems and whores on this question.
He can't really answer it.
Later, Tommy was asked to get involved in the forgiveness project with Terry Waite.
Robinson did not feel a need for forgiveness, but eventually he meets with weight.
Terry was a nice man who wanted to discuss Tommy's Twitter posts.
Terry is very much in love with politeness.
He also had this idea that by this point, Robinson was talking about writing this book, Enemy of the State.
And at this point, the Forgiveness Project and also Quinlan wanted to take over the project and have it ghostwritten in order to control Robinson's message.
And at a certain point, Robinson is also asked to turn informant by the M15.
He's audited and he's framed and he's always in and out of prison so many times that it really makes the reader's head spin.
Now, at one point, he was imprisoned in Bedford so that he could not give a talk at Oxford and was kept from the House of Lords as he was released one day after he had his appointment.
The police are after Robinson to this day.
He has suffered beatings at one point when he was in prison by Muslims, losing most of his teeth.
Also, at around this time, his mother had come down with cancer.
And the government even threatened his wife with fines and charges.
Robinson got to a point that he realized it was all too much.
And he reflects that if the murder of Officer Lee Rigby could not wake people up, that was the beheading that occurred one day just out in the street, then his own martyrdom or life sacrifice would not.
While Robinson always hated organizations such as BNP and would not allow any segregation in the EDL, he now realizes that Europe is about to reach the tipping point and national parties will increase in popularity and are really the only force that might be significant enough to take on the Muslims.
Robinson is also very impressed with the Padilla movement.
He's encouraged by the moderate tone, which will avoid the football hooligan image that limited the UPL and also the EDL.
Eventually, Robinson did speak at Oxford, although with so many restrictions it is difficult to imagine what he could even say.
Robinson remains somewhat Confused as to why friendly Muslim states are not fighting ISIS and why there are so many mega mosques.
The police definitely look the other way at various illegal activities and Sharia courts and he wonders if beheadings are not soon to come in the town square.
At the end of the day, Robinson's love for England and observations of Muslims and Luton who make a living doing whatever they can, this led to what might be considered an unhealthy concern about Europe.
Poor white man of Lewton who was looking for effective answers which he could not get between white liberals who enjoy feel-good platitudes and Muslims who are sometimes sincere but more often working their own agendas in order to get a foothold into British society.
I found this book to be very informative about what's going on in Britain and in Europe today.
Although you might take issue with Robinson's integrationist views, it's certainly a very, it's very much worth reading if you're interested in contemporary Europe.
And it's also interesting the eventual conclusions that he is forced to come to.
So I thank you very much for listening, comrades, and hail victory.
Music by Ben Thede.
You know something that occurred to me last week sometime?
I was thinking back, and I am not certain that we have ever had a speech by Pastor Richard Butler on here in the, what, almost seven years now of Radio Free Northwest, which is very odd.
Pastor Butler's speeches are kind of a rarity.
He was very seldom recorded, and of course this was back in the old days in the 1980s and early 1990s when they didn't have these little telephones where everybody can record everything.
But anyway, I managed to dig up a speech of Pastor Butler's.
I'm not sure when this was recorded, but for those of you who have never heard the pastor's voice before, here he is.
And those who have suffered for decades of torturous Jewish punishment.
They're telling us in the newspapers today, America's going to be split up.
Well, it is split up pretty much the same way.
They're talking about Texas and Arizona, New Mexico, and California.
Southern California is going to be reclaimed by Mexico.
They're talking about Florida being claimed by Haiti and Cuba.
They're talking about American Somalia up around Detroit and the Great Lakes.
Western Puerto Rico along the eastern coast there.
Maryland, Delaware, and so forth.
We're talking about a little Korea taking over Northern California.
We're talking about our nice white Northwest.
And what they say about it is going to be settled by China, Japan, and Vietnam.
I'll tell you this.
To the day I die, I'll fight that to the last drop of my blood.
In that connection, some of you may have read in the newspapers where I made a statement at a press conference.
We're going to march in Coeur d 'Alene, Idaho, right down Sherman Avenue, the main center street of Coeur d 'Alene, right in front of Mr. Haggadah's hotel.
And I hope, and I pray, that we can find Of this nation of some 180 million white people.
500 men that we can put on the streets in disciplined, orderly, proud fashion.
They protest against the decorization of this last white spot on the face of this earth.
Do you believe that we can get that many from across America to come and march next July?
I know we can.
Amen.
Thank you.
I have never been in favor of marches where 10 or 20 or 30 men go out and struggle along there, but the whole city police department garden.
I've never been in favor of that last weekend show.
A discipline, marching order.
Now, it could be the Aryan Nations people.
It could be the Klan's people.
It could be of the Pasukamitanas and the National Socialist Parties.
But we can see we're a true unity.
The symbol up here is a symbol of the Aryan Nations.
That is your race.
You see that inverted swastika?
The sword passing through it.
The civilization of that is the resurrection from the death of our people.
But Professor Waddell, the great Aryan historian, who said that symbol denoted nothing less than the resurrection and the victory of the Aryan race over the darkness of death and hell.
That's why that symbol is there.
We are looking for a resurrection of our people.
We're looking for the dry bones of our people, whether they're in Coeur d 'Alene, Spokane, wherever.
We're looking for that spirit to enter into them so we can join bone to bone.
Whether we be Celtic or Celtic, whether we be Germanic, we're looking for a new Waffen-SS.
Composed of all the members of our race, devoted as comrades in the great battle that we were sent upon this earth to enjoy.
This is our mission, kindred.
We have a mission to tell a story to tell to our nation.
We have a story!
There's a lot of people out there who are with you in spirit.
Told every day by some stranger who comes up to me and says, "Boy, we're with you.
I just can't join you now.
I can't come to your church because I'd be fired." Well, I'm gonna tell you.
There was a story when Hitler was marching against the storm troops.
The city, I think, was named Sherberg.
A communist-held city!
Now, he didn't have diggers to contend with, but he had the communist Jews who had manipulated some of the German folk into believing that...
Communism was our only answer.
Communism was our only answer.
Took his troops, put them on a train.
They went to that city.
He lined them up.
They lined up in an orderly fashion.
Military march.
I want to talk to you something about something.
If you ever read your Bible, you'll know the house of Israel always marched by their armies.
Look it up.
It says armies in the word of Yahweh God.
You are part of his army on this earth.
This is Merle Haggard in Politically Incorrect Mode.
Some folks call me a rambling man, I do a lot of thumbing and kicking cans, And it wouldn't do an ounce of good to call my name.
Cause daddy's name wasn't Willie Woodrow And I wasn't born and raised in no ghetto Just a white boy looking for a place to do my thing Well I'm out to find me a wealthy woman In a line of work that don't take no diploma I ain't got much to lose but got a lot to gain Well some might call me a good time fella I ain't black and I ain't a yellow Just a white boy looking for a place to do my thing I don't want
no handout living and don't want a part of anything they're giving.
I'm proud and white and I got a song to sing.
Well, I've said a few things and I'll admit it.
If you want to get ahead, you gotta hump and get it.
I'm a white boy looking for a place to do my thing.
Pump and get it now.
Yeah.
Yeah, I'm a small-town boy, been around a little.
I like guitars now.
I like a fiddle and that's the kind of soul it takes to fan my flame.
Well, I'm a blue-eyed billy, kind of frail and ruddy, so I'll have to work to be somebody.
I'm a white boy looking for a place to do my thing.
I don't want no handout living and don't want a part of anything near giving.
I'm proud and white and I got a song to sing.
I've said a few things and I'll admit it.
If you want to get ahead, you've got to hump and get it.
I'm a white boy looking for a place to do my thing.
I'm a white boy looking for a place to do my thing.
And it's now Wednesday morning and the Indiana primary results are in.
Donald Trump absolutely pulverized Ted Cruz.
And Cruz has officially withdrawn from the race, which may not be quite the good news for Trump that you might think, because I can't get a clear picture as to what happens to Cruz's delegates.
He has 500 and some odd, which he won or stole, which would be more than enough to put Trump over the required 1,237 first ballot delegates necessary to diddle-proof Trump at the convention.
Unless, of course, the rhinos change the rules yet again.
Marco Rubio, who also withdrew some time ago, still has something like 179 delegates in some tallies I've seen.
I'm not quite sure what their disposition is going to be.
Now, what the RINOs might do is declare that all those delegates, quote-unquote, are free to vote their consciences, which means that they could then bribe or intimidate the delegates into voting for Jeb Bush or whoever they've decided to airlift into the nomination to shut out Trump.
Normally, in the good old sportsmanship days of American politics, a candidate who is dropping out would endorse another candidate, usually the frontrunner, and shift his delegates to that candidate precisely in order to avoid a contested convention.
But on the morning of his withdrawal, Ted Cruz launched into a bitter and enraged tirade against Donald Trump, calling him a pathological liar and horrible wee man altogether, since apparently Trump had just accused Ted's father.
A Cuban named Rafael, of involvement in the Kennedy assassination, and no, I'm not making that up.
Say what you like about Trump, the man's got style.
American politics has been a joke for generations, but with Trump, it's almost as good as the old Saturday Night Live, the original one, with John Belushi and Dan Aykroyd.
Now, over on the Democrat side, Bernie Sanders, the aging Jewish hippie, won Indiana over the Hildebeest.
Who has so completely rigged the system and stacked the deck that it doesn't matter, she's still going to win the nomination.
Now Sanders' wife and some people at Salon Magazine are publicly begging the FBI to indict her for treason and espionage, under whatever names they care to designate her crimes, and get her out of the race so that Bernie can step in.
Looks like Bernie's taking it all the way to Philadelphia in the hopes that the secret police will take down the Hildebeest for him.
Well, lots of luck on that one, Bernie.
I'll say it again, folks.
This is going to be fun to watch.
Okay, there's a discussion point that came up over the week on the eternal conundrum of why no one is doing anything about the genocide.
That is to say, anything meaningful.
Which is kind of the issue I briefly touch on in my opening monologue with the question from Chris in London.
But I get this question all the time, voiced with varying degrees of incredulity.
How the hell can we simply sit here and do nothing while all our respective white countries are being physically overrun by third world mud people or in many cases outright niggers?
It's not like it's just the same old moral and political corruption that we've become used to over the past several generations.
It's not just dirty pictures on TV or film clips on CNN of foreign riots this time.
This time, for both Europeans and many Americans, they are here, in your driveway, at your door, forcing their way into white people's homes, sitting down on our sofas, taking food out of our cupboards and refrigerators and eating it and demanding more.
And maybe taking the family's 13-year-old daughter down into the cellar for a little gang-rape session before moving on, and the only thing that German and Swedish and French and a lot of American people seem to do is call the police so that the police can file a report and ignore it.
No, no, no.
I am not exaggerating or making any of this up.
This very thing has in fact happened in Greece and Germany and around Calais in those precise terms and don't even get me started on the abolition of the southern border of the United States which took place on November the 20th, 2014.
One thing we're good at on the internet is keeping track of how many white people are slaughtered by illegal immigrants in this country so that we can sob and wring our hands and cry out, Why doesn't somebody do something?
That's us.
Why is that us?
How can any nation of people sit by in a cowed stupor and allow themselves to be physically overrun and in some cases actually turfed out of their homes by the police to make room for foreigners without even so much as a token resistance in most cases and in the few rare cases where there's any resistance at all in Europe?
It's limited to covert property damage, i.e.
sneaking up on buildings where the invaders are housed, or in most cases, empty buildings where it is rumored that the invaders are to be housed, rightly or wrongly, and setting fire to them.
This migration is an extinction-level event for the remaining white people of Europe, and it is being resisted with what amounts to petty vandalism, so far as I am aware.
Not one single black or brown invader has been killed by white resistance fighters.
And not one single black or brown invader has been physically removed against his will from Europe by the authorities or anyone else.
No wonder they're still coming in their millions.
What the hell happened to us?
Does anybody remember the Second World War?
White Europeans couldn't wait to slaughter one another by the millions then.
So where did that violent spirit go in three generations?
To the point where not one European nation will physically raise a hand to save itself from extinction.
Is it just common or garden-variety cowardice?
Now, that's certainly a lot of it, and I think we underestimate how much of it is, in fact, just plain shit-scared white boys.
But I have to say that the white condition is a lot more nuanced than that.
Yes, sometimes us white boys do nuance.
We're seldom that bright to where we can do nuance intentionally, but it's there.
The character weaknesses which prevent white people from resisting for real have to do with more than pure physical fear of receiving a blow and cowering in anticipation of that blow, which is how most white males conduct themselves.
I mentioned earlier that our window of opportunity will not come until the police and military are no longer being paid their salaries.
Or, more importantly, if they are, then due to some financial collapse, the money that they're being paid won't buy anything, either because the money itself is worthless, or because the infrastructure has broken down to the point where there simply aren't any goods in the shops.
Our window of opportunity comes when the United States government's soldiers and policemen can no longer buy their own way out of the horror, the horror that they heap onto other people.
When their protection fails and all of a sudden the policeman and his family have to live in the same world that the rest of us do, then that policeman will suddenly find that he has many more important things to do with his time than to protect a bunch of rich people of whatever race from the consequences of their own behavior.
But will we be able to seize that opportunity when it comes?
Most American towns and cities have, on average, a week's supply of food in the grocery stores.
For example, if for any reason the 18-wheelers can no longer get through from the distribution centers, that's it.
You've got food riots in the cities and millions of niggers and Mexicans leaving those cities and moving across the countryside like locusts in search of food.
In a situation like that, white people will not be able to claim that fear of the man in the black body armor is holding them back.
We will be free to do the necessary without interference as the regime scrambles to survive.
But even in that balloon-going-up type of situation, white people still might not resist.
Why?
The question, the question, the question that haunts our every waking moment, the question that doesn't seem to have any explicable answer.
What in God's name is wrong with us?
Do something.
Why doesn't the army revolt and arrest Obama and shoot him in the homeless shell on the White House lawn like the people of Romania did in 1989 to Ceausescu and his Jewish hag Elena?
Romania demonstrated that it can be done.
That any tyrant, no matter how apparently secure, can be brought down.
Why can't our army do it so we can watch it on CNN?
Why doesn't Donald Trump raise his magical deal-making hand aloft?
And cause an army of young, physically fit white men, like all of us old farts are convinced we were once, to suddenly arise from the earth and march across the countryside wearing red baseball caps that say, Make America Great Again!
And in their wake, all the niggers and the spicks and the bugger boys are just gone.
Magically gone.
Disappeared.
Leaving behind only a nice smell like clean linen glade.
You remember Hurricane Katrina back in, oh, when the hell was it?
Remember how the white people boarded up and protected their homes as best they could, packed their stuff, and got the hell out of New Orleans while the getting was good?
And remember how the niggers didn't listen, and then when they were flooded out by the hurricane, they climbed onto their roofs and looked up at the sky waiting for the white man's helicopters to come down and whisk them away to safety and food and free money?
My main memory of that hurricane was the sight of all those upturned black faces on the rooftops, waiting for the white man to come down out of the sky and save them, which he did.
That wicked evil racist Juggiers Bush, who supposedly hated black folks, used his power to save tens of thousands of them from drowning in starvation.
But when I think of the white man today, both here and in Europe, that's what I see.
Millions of upturned white faces like sheep looking to the sky for a miracle.
Maybe they're waiting for Jesus to come back and split the sky open.
Maybe they're waiting for the quantum lords of the galaxy to descend like that scene from Close Encounters and beep a bit at them and then beam us all up to the mothership.
Maybe they're waiting for Donald Trump to perform whatever the hell kind of miracle they think he's going to perform.
Maybe they're waiting for Harold Covington to draw his saber and yell, Charge!
Charge the black house!
Thank you.
In all of these cases, they are watching and waiting when they should be acting.
They're sitting behind desks, logging onto the internet, when that computer needs to be packed in a box with styrofoam popcorn and sitting in a U-Haul truck or trailer for the move.
I've mentioned before the lack of the alpha gene that seems to have been bred out of white boys, the pioneer gene, the gene that allows, even compels, certain white males to go first, to assume the leadership of the expedition, either literally or figuratively.
The 5%ers, since clinical psychologists think that roughly 1 in 20 white males have this pioneering, leadership-assuming, initiative-taking gene.
Where have they gone?
Well, I've said again and again that I think they're still out there and that we just can't access them because only a tiny number of white folks know that the Northwest Front exists, and it's up to you guys to change that, which is true as far as it goes.
But I suspect that the percentage of alphas out there is now significantly less than 5%.
Let me cite you an example.
Some of you may recall that for many years the party had an email contact list that we circulated once a month or so.
The idea was to try and get this thing of ours off the damned internet and back into the real world by encouraging people who lived within driving distance of one another to meet personally.
Now, in aid of that, they gave me an email address, suitably disguised, so at least it didn't contain their own name.
And I listed those addresses by state and city or county so that anybody could contact them who wanted to set up a meet with someone in that area.
Now, I won't go into any further details about that experience except to say that it eventually turned out to be a classic example of why we can't have nice things.
It wasn't so much infiltrators from the secret police or the left loons, although that was always a risk.
As always, it was our own bad character that was the problem.
There were a couple of instances where assholes abused the list, and although there were no outright catastrophes, we kept dancing along the edge there until I felt it was best to suspend the service.
But, the point I'm trying to make here, during those six years, the entire bulk email list that I had was almost 6,000 names.
And so, by right, if the 5% alpha gene rate among white boys still held true, I should have gotten almost 300 names.
300 men and a few women who had just sufficient physical courage to identify themselves publicly as white nationalists and list a contact email address.
The barest, most rudimentary act of physical courage.
That first wee little baby step out from behind the computer.
The maximum number of names and email addresses I ever got for that list was 163, or a little over 2.5%.
Now, I am still convinced that the alphas are there, but there are much fewer of them than there were in the previous generations, or else, and this may be the case, we're just not attracting them at all to white nationalist circles.
That may be what it is.
Everybody in our little slice of life is looking to find a crowd that they can hide in, looking to follow, not to lead.
And the few people who self-proclaim themselves as leaders are, by and large, the wrong ones.
Individuals who have no business anywhere near our movement at all, never mind in leadership positions.
Nick Griffin, Craig Cobb, and Ammon Bundy, come on down!
The state's called its sons to its side, boys.
They're hosting up the stars and the bars.
We must all prepare to fight because we feel is right and join Jeff Davis from near and far.
They can't understand our way of life, boys.
They don't want slaves in the new territories The knowledge that they lack Is there's no cotton if there's no blacks And that gives us a reason to succeed Come out of the meadows and plantation Come away from the shores down by the sea Join under the flag with your musket
We've got to break ties with...
There ain't no choice, boys.
We showed them what we meant when something fell.
And if they try to take us back, or come and free the flags, the good Lord knows we're going to give them hell.
Come out of the meadows and plantation, come away from the shores down by the sea.
Join under the flag with your mustard and your bag, we got a brick tie with the North to be free.
Come out of the meadows and plantation, come away from the shores down by the sea.
Join under the flag with your mustard and your bag, we got a brick tie with the North to be free.
Hell, I never did like them Yankees anyhow, always looking down their noses at us like they were something special.
God damn it, this thing will be over in ten weeks time anyhow.
We're going to whip their ass.
So we can live on our own.
Thank you.
Okay, periodically I get letters, emails, and comments saying, Harold, you keep telling us how not to do it, which is pretty much the case, since we, in our little white nationalist movement, have become absolute total experts on how not to do it.
But then these people go on and they ask, well, why don't you tell us how we should be doing it?
And that sounds like a sensible question, but actually it's not.
For one thing, I have spent a period of almost ten years writing and publishing five Northwest Independence novels, which describe to you in detail and in hard copy form one way in which it could be done.
I'm not too worried about getting arrested for them, because as the guy from The Guardian last year described me, I am apparently a science fiction writer, even though I don't intend to be.
But it's true.
In my Northwest novels, I'm describing a future that Probably won't ever exist in any form resembling what I picture there, because we won't ever get the human material to bring it into being.
Shane Ryan, Zach Hatfield, Red Moorhouse, Rooney Wingfield, Nightshade, and Bobby Campbell are all fictional characters, and at the rate we're going, they will remain so.
I mean, contrast Zach and Red and Shane in my novels to the reality.
Come on.
Unless we can somehow access some of those five percenters with the alpha gene and let them know that we're here, that we exist, none of that stuff is going to happen.
It's just entertainment, which frankly is all that most of you seem to want from white nationalism.
Something to pass the time while we all wait around to die.
Now, for another thing, yeah, I could spend these hours online and spend the pages of Northwest Observer trying to tell you guys how you should be doing it.
I couldn't say exactly what I mean for reasons I've talked about on this show as recently as last week, but I can, and I do, attempt to do a little tweaking of the narrative, so to speak.
And are any of you listening?
By which, I don't mean sitting there for an hour and listening on your headphones to my words and then logging off or wandering the web to look at porno.
I mean, are you actually doing what I tell you to do?
It's insane.
You keep, Harold, Harold, please tell us what to do, Harold.
Tell us what we should be doing, Harold.
And every week I tell you, and you don't do it.
Now, yeah, a few of us are doing it.
A few of us are taking my advice, if you want to call it that.
I met a man from the East Coast on Friday and again yesterday, right here in the homeland.
Now, he's doing just what I asked him to do.
He's out here on his scouting trip, and he's going to be back here in a couple of months.
But not too damned many of you are doing what I tell you to do, or recommend you to do, or ask you to do, or however you want to put it.
You're listening to the words, but not to what I'm saying, if you get it.
We're still stuck in what appears to be our bubble of between 4,500 and 5,000 hits per 8-day week, exactly where we've been for years.
Guys, until you make the decision to change that by bringing white people to Northwestfront.org in significant numbers and bringing them to this show in significant numbers, don't complain about my not providing you with a crowd to hide in.
You can have your crowd to hide in, but you're going to have to bring your own.
I will tell you again what I have told you a thousand times in the past and what I'll tell you a thousand times in the future.
You can have your victory.
You can have a homeland as white as the driven snow.
You can have it all.
If you want to build six flags and spend your weekends there in the Northwest, you can do that.
All that stuff that I wrote about in those books, it's yours.
Take it!
But you're going to have to do that.
Take it.
You're waiting for somebody to hand it to you on a silver platter.
Like those niggers in that hurricane standing on their roofs, staring up at the sky, waiting for higher beings to come down and whisk them away from the cold, wet, cruel world.
Niggers get to hope that, because they are lower beings and they can't see any further than their own horizons.
I'm sorry to say that all too often, they get it at our expense.
You guys are the higher beings.
You are the higher power.
You should know better.
You do know better and so you don't get to hope for that.
Niggers are like dogs.
They have almost no memory of the past.
They have no comprehension of any kind of future.
They live in an eternal present.
We don't.
We know better.
And it's time we started acting like it.
But for now, time is out for this week's edition of Radio Free Northwest.
This program is brought to you by the Northwest Front, Post Office Box 2188, Bremerton, Washington, 98310.
Or you can go to the party's website at www.northwestfront.org.
This is Harold Covington, and I'll see you next week.
Until then, Sarsha and Aban.
Freedom.
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