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May 12, 2016 - Radio Free Nortwest - H.A. Covington
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Oh, then tell me, Sean O 'Farrell, tell me why you hurry so.
Hush your vocal, hush and listen, and his cheeks were all aglow.
I bear orders from the captain, get you ready quick and soon, for the pikes will speed together by the rising of the moon.
By the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon.
For the pikes will speed 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 up and arch in tune.
Fire your bike upon your shoulder by the rising of the moon.
By the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon.
Switch your bike upon your shoulder by the rising of the moon.
Out from many a mud wall cabin eyes were watching through the night.
Many a man's chest was throbbing for the blessed warming light.
The forest passed along the valleys like the man she's lonely crew.
And a thousand flames were flashing at the rising of the moon.
At the rising of the moon, at the rising of the moon.
And a thousand flames were flashing at the rising of the moon.
It's May the 12th, 2016.
I'm Harold Covington, and this is Radio Free Northwest.
Okay, the presidential horse race report up first, as usual.
The tub-thumping weasel Ted Cruz and the non-entity John What's-His-Face are both out of the race, but I still haven't been able to get any kind of clear picture as to what the hell happens to their pledged delegates.
That's 500-some-odd for Cruz and whatever Kasich managed to pick up.
Ditto the 179 delegates that are still pledged to Marco Rubio, who dropped out quite a while ago.
That topic has been notably absent from internet speculation.
As I understand the system, these failed and withdrawn candidates can go to the convention in Cleveland in July and use these delegates as a kind of ration of complimentary poker chips in a casino.
They are customarily used as bargaining counters by the also-rans in an effort to get the number two slot, the vice presidency.
That may be what's happening here.
Got an email on that subject, oddly enough, from Brian in Arkansas.
He says, Dear Harold, for your Trump discussion, what is your analysis on his possible vice presidential pick?
Will our movement still be behind Trump as our savior if he selects Ben Carson or another non-white as a running mate?
Signed, Brian.
You mean like Pat Buchanan did in 2000 because he was so terrified that his candidacy might attract guys like us?
I will give Donald Trump this.
So far, he has kept the ritual disclaimer and disavowal of people like David Duke and other white nationalists and alt-writers to a bare necessary minimum.
A minimum which I accept is, in fact, barely necessary, and which so should we all.
Guys, you have to realize, no matter what Trump really believes, and the jury is definitely still out on that, He cannot be seen to accept us or embrace us in public.
I get this, and as far as I am concerned, he gets a pass on his occasionally mildly anti-us remarks.
So far, Trump hasn't said anything at all about his vice presidential preferences that I've heard, and if he had, I'm sure the media would have been all over it.
He's playing that one very close to his vest.
I don't know if he would even consider choosing one of his former primary opponents.
It might depend on what minority votes he wanted to glom onto, black or female or beaner.
Ted Cruz already got to Carly Fiorina, so he nabbed the only woman in the crowd, but it's also pretty clear that the baked Alaska fruitcake Sarah Palin is trying for another run at the VP slot, and if Trump picks her, that will definitely cause me to question his judgment.
I get the impression that Sarah is a very nice lady personally, the kind of mom who bakes cookies and would make a good PTA chairwoman or den mother.
And the abuse that she has put up with from the left loons against herself and her family is inexcusable.
But, let's face it, her elevator don't go all the way to the top floor.
And besides that, she is a complete slave to the Israel lobby.
She used to have an Israeli flag on the little desk stand in her office in the Alaska governor's mansion.
Ted Cruz has a beaner name, and he definitely has what Shakespeare referred to as that lean and hungry look, and he would probably do or say...
Just about anything to get back into the game.
Sometimes you can tell when these guys are kind of political adrenaline junkies, and I'm telling you, Cruz is hooked.
He's had a taste of those Klieg lights, and he will do anything to keep them from getting packed away and having to go home to an empty mansion.
But there has been so much bad blood between him and the Donald during this primary, what with all the funny name-calling and dirty tricks on Trump's part, like leaking an apparently non-existent adultery story to the National Enquirer.
And all the election rigging and delegate theft on Cruz's part, including two states whose delegates he stole without even having an election, that I can't see them getting together on the ticket.
Also, it would be bad optics, since we all remember how they were treating one another during the primary.
I don't know if it would be quite believable.
Of course, Little Marco has a beater name, too, and is, in fact, the son of illegal aliens, and he might actually go for second fiddle to a guy who wants to build a wall to keep his own people out of the country.
I mean, after all, white people aren't the only ones who breed race traitors.
But we'll have to see if Little Marco is quite that sleazy.
Now, as far as Carson or another dinge, I don't know.
I know Trump is counting on pulling away at least 10% of the nigger vote from the Democrats, which would be an incredible accomplishment, something that hasn't been done in 50 years, breaking up that black block for the Democrats.
That's pretty much what he's promised the party establishment, the Republican Party establishment, I should say.
And I know that he has a lot of prominent nigger backers, including some shibun soul singer, Azealia something or other, who endorsed him just this morning because, as she says, Hillary treats black people like pets or children.
Well, she does.
Probably considers them pets of some kind.
Somehow, getting nigger and beaner votes for themselves has always been a wet dream of the country club Republicans, the Rockefeller Republicans.
They have this vision that all these black and brown people are suddenly going to just start voting them into power all the time, and this is why they've been trying to dump the white working class base.
Trump's promise to deliver those black and brown votes may be one of the things that is keeping him alive right now.
The Republican establishment may be so fascinated with the possibility of getting substantial negroid votes that they may not have their buddies in the deep state make that phone call to the funny little man all alone in his rented room and tell him that he has miles to go before he sleeps.
This means that we're going to see some things that we don't like from the Trump campaign.
I'll leave it to all of you where your own personal line is, where you finally gag on something that he does in order to pander, and you purge yourself of the Kool-Aid.
I never drank the Trump Kool-Aid, but I know a lot of you have, and when disillusionment time comes, it's going to be brutal for you guys.
In other electoral news, the latest poop is that the rhinos from the hashtag NeverTrump crowd are planning on running some third-party loser, not because they think he can win, but in order to draw enough votes away from Trump so that they'll throw the election to Clinton.
Like Samson, they don't care if they themselves are crushed so long as they can bring down the temple on their hated enemy Donald's head as well.
I wonder who they're going to airlift in to try and save the status quo.
I think Romney's too smart to jump into that toilet bowl again, so it will probably be Jeb Bush.
He's not exactly the sharpest knife in the door.
Okay, moving along here.
I got an email from a pretty serious potential migrant in the Deep South, and it deals with a problem that we're going to start having because we're starting to get potential Northwest settlers who are sufficiently prosperous to have accumulated something where they are.
Dear Mr. Covington, Sorry to bother you, but wanted to explain why I can't get to those two states, Washington and Oregon.
The land is too damn expensive.
I have searched and searched for over a month now, trying to find 15 to 35 acres.
I would love to be in those green states.
Seems to be just like home here and where they are now, but a much better climate.
High of 80 to 85, low of 32, 36. Wow.
Tis why I've been looking into Idaho and western Montana.
Even if I sold all my land and farm equipment and cattle, I still wouldn't have enough to buy the land, build a home, and start over farming and ranching again.
I did find one house in Oregon that would be perfect for me and my family, but it's $645,000.
If I sold all my land and equipment and cattle, I would still be $200,000 short, leaving no money to pack up and move.
I know I still have a lot of research and a trip to plan, but wanted to let you know why I couldn't get into those states unless there's someplace I'm missing or overlooking.
It is frustrating, and I'm not asking for it to be handed to me.
I know something will come up.
It has to.
There is a weird feeling inside me that's telling me to keep looking, so that's what I'll keep doing.
It is tough, harder finding something than I thought.
If I ever find a place, you can damn be sure I will be a contact for someone looking in the area that we'll be in.
Kindest regards, Brad.
Okay, first off, Brad, I know this really isn't going to be immediately helpful, but my understanding of the present demographics of the American South, where I hasten to say I haven't lived for 14 years, is that the area where you are living in right now, that part of the South, is one that you really, really need to get the hell out of.
I imagine your life right now on a farm down there is roughly similar to life for a Rhodesian farm family about 1979, although you don't have the RLI at your beck and call if your farm is attacked in the night by the Kaffirs.
Seriously, Brad, from what I hear, you really, really need to get your wife and those kids out of there.
That's no place you want to be when the balloon goes up.
Now, I've already emailed you about a Northwest contact I think you need.
Haven't heard back from them yet, but hopefully these folks will be able to help you out, at least some.
Now, generally speaking, I know a lot of you kind of have the idea in the back of your head that there will somehow prove to be some way to achieve Northwest migration in a kind of Star Trek manner.
When Scotty from the Enterprise just beams your present house and your present job and your present life from Hoochie Coochie, Alabama, or Rock Gut Falls, Michigan, or wherever, right to Idaho, or a picture postcard village on the Oregon coast, and you'll just open your door one morning and there it is all laid out for you, with no effort, risk, or inconvenience on your part.
That ain't how it works, folks.
And don't worry, Brad, I'm not talking to or about you, since you clearly do understand everything that's involved, but some people don't.
Brad, if what you want to do is recreate your present lifestyle here in the Northwest, farm and cattle and all, go for it.
Keep on trying.
It can be done.
Although I need to warn you that nowhere in the homeland is really much like the South, including the green land to the west of the Cascades.
I lived in Astoria for almost four years, and I loved it because it was the most like Ireland I have ever been able to find in North America.
But Brad, if you see an opportunity to take your life and your family in a new direction of some kind once you get up here, then hey, go for it.
You probably will not be able to reproduce exactly here in the homeland what you've got where you are now, and that goes for all of you.
You're coming here to start a new life, not just relocate your old.
Beyond that, I won't go on because everybody's individual case is different.
As I've explained before, the Northwest Independence Movement is primarily a racial concept.
When questions of religion come up, I say that we're a movement of blood, not of faith.
But we are also a movement of blood and not economics.
Now, I know that a lot of our people in the white nationalist and alt-right communities are very much into the economic aspect of our present crisis, and we always have been.
The Federal Reserve, the whole Rothschild usury-based banking system, so forth and so on.
I guess that's kind of our legacy from having grown up in a capitalist system.
I have a couple of questions here from one of our comrades.
This is Bill with a question for Harold.
Harold, in the proposed Northwest Republic, if we don't have any kind of paper trading of stocks or commodities, if we don't have markets where there are middlemen, where there are market makers who are always willing to buy and sell, then as far as I know, the consequence of that is massive price swings.
The reason why we have relatively stable gas prices, like one day you don't go there, go to the gas station and it's $1.50 a gallon, and the next day it's $10 a gallon, is because we have all these traders who are trading in these markets that provide liquidity.
And without that liquidity, as far as I know, you're talking major price dislocations.
So how would we in the Northwest American Republic get around that?
This is another question for Harold and the proposed Northwest American Republic.
If there are no interest-bearing loans, then that will kill the incentive to loan money.
So, if you can't get loans for big-ticket items like capital expenditures and other things like houses and cars and whatnot, then I suppose we would have to save up the money.
We'd be working on a cash basis, everybody.
Isn't that seriously going to impinge our economic growth?
All right.
What this is is something I get a lot.
It's an invitation to crystal ball gaze.
God, we love that crystal ball.
Kind of, tell us a story, Daddy, or sing us the song about the Big Rock Candy Mountain, Daddy.
Okay, that's way before most of your times, and I guess at some point I'm going to have to play that song on here so you guys know what the hell I'm talking about since I keep referring to it.
In fact, here it is.
Please bear with me.
There is a point to this.
One evening as the sun went down and the jungle fire was burning, down the track came a hobo hiking, and he said, boys, I'm not turning.
I'm headed for a land that's far away beside the crystal fountains.
So come with me, we'll go and see The Big Rock Candy Mountains In the Big Rock Candy Mountains There's a land that's fair and bright Where the handouts grow on bushes And you sleep out every night Where the boxcars all are empty And the sun shines every day On the birds and the bees and the cigarette trees The lemonade springs where the bluebird sings In the Big Rock Candy Mountains In
the Big Rock Candy Mountains, all the cops have wooden legs, and the bulldogs all have rubber teeth, and the hens lay soft-boiled eggs.
The farmers' trees are full of fruit, and the barns are full of hay.
Oh, I'm bound to go where there ain't no snow, where the rain don't fall, the wind don't blow, in the Big Rock Candy Mountains.
In the big rock candy mountains, you never change your socks.
And the little streams of alcohol come a-trickling down the rocks.
The brakemen have to tip their hats, and the railroad bulls are blind.
There's a lake of stew and a whiskey, too.
You can paddle all around them in a big canoe in the big rock candy mountains.
In the big rock candy mountains, the jails are made of tin, and you can walk right out again as soon as you are in.
There ain't no short-handled shovels, no axes, saws, or picks.
I'm a-goin'to stay where you sleep all day, where they hung the turk that invented work in the big rock candy mountains.
Thank you.
I'll see you all this coming fall in the big rock candy mountains.
I'll see you all this coming fall in the Big Rock Gandy Mountains.
Now let me be clear yet again about something.
What you read in the Northwest novels and what you hear on this show is my own personal opinion, and in many cases pure speculation on my part, as to how things might happen when the Northwest gains independence, as eventually it will in one way or another.
My opinion is not necessarily some kind of holy writ.
Contrary to what some of you may think, I'm not a god and I cannot just raise my magic wand and make all this stuff happen exactly like I say.
Many of you have differing views on what the future will bring and how we should proceed.
I get that, and who knows?
Your own personal vision may be a lot closer to what actually happens than mine.
In reality, events will probably play out something like in the first section of my last Northwest novel, Freedom Sons.
Those who bring about the revolution at the successful conclusion of the War of Independence, or whatever we call the crisis that leads to the breakup of the American Empire.
We'll call a constitutional convention similar to that which was held in the 1780s, and they, the men and the women who finally took the guns out of the closet and made the magic and did the deed, will decide what form the Northwest government and economy will take.
Not old men sitting in crumbling trailers tapping on an aging PC.
I hope that those people of the future The first true Northman, in the sense of my books, will take as the basis for discussion the 2006 draft of the Constitution of the Northwest Republic.
I hope that there will be some kind of recognizable country for them to preside over, and not a pile of smoldering ruins like Germany in 1945, but we don't know these things, and I say yet again, all I can give you by way of crystal ball-gazing is conjecture accompanied by the occasional educated guess.
All that having been said, my view is that we must not and cannot allow usury in any form in the Northwest Republic.
We cannot allow such a thing as a stock exchange in any form similar to those that exist in the world today, whereby the buying and selling of shares is used as a form of speculation, whereby vast fortunes are made by a few individuals through create nothing that is productive or beneficial to society but through the manipulation of pieces of paper.
What allows money to create more money for the wrong hands and the wrong people are two things, profit and interest.
Profit, okay, that's legitimate.
But interest is an absolute no-no because it is the basis of world Jewish power, and neither our own people nor anyone else can be trusted to wield that power constructively.
You might say I am in favor of a kind of economic assault weapon ban on usury because it's something so dangerous that no one can be allowed to have it or use it.
I am not a Marxist, but I am a National Socialist, a true socialist.
I understand that it will be several generations before the present quality of American can be whooped into shape.
To accept the moral and spiritual discipline of National Socialism, and indeed that day may never come when Americans are finally ready to admit in their own hearts and souls that Hitler was right.
But I believe that in the kind of world the new Northwest Republic will be living in, the state will be required to keep a close watch on the economy to make sure that certain things are not done, and certain very problematic types of institutions and classes of people do not come into existence here.
A large part of the state's role in the NAR will be to make sure that the mistakes of the past are not repeated.
We'll make mistakes ourselves, no doubt, but they need to be new 21st century mistakes, not the old ones we've been making for the past few centuries.
Okay, look, what I'm going to do now is something that I have pointedly avoided several times in the past when these constant economic questions come up.
Usually something to the effect of...
But why can't we have our beloved laissez-faire Ayn Rand capitalism hurl, or libertarianism, or Christian theocracy, or crude 1850s frontier anarchism where everybody lives in a log cabin in the woods, or Third Reich clone, or whatever their particular vision of the future is?
Now, each of those visions has strong points, by the way.
Please don't take any of this as derogatory.
The end resulting Northwest Republic will probably be some kind of fusion of all of them.
Anyway, I'm going to read a slightly updated and corrected version of an article that I wrote in 1998 entitled, 14th Century Economics Lesson.
This is pre-Northwest for me, and so it has much more of a straight National Socialist outlook, but this is my definitive comment on economic issues for those of you who are just really obsessed with how many hedge fund managers and Federal Reserve bankers can dance on the head of a pin.
A long-time supporter recently asked me to clarify a couple of points in the party program, specifically the prohibition against usury.
Are you going to confiscate all individuals' life savings because they have earned interest, he asks.
The short answer, of course, is no, but it did remind me that we need to pay at least some attention to the dismal science of economics from our point of view.
The nature of usury is a good place to start.
Before we can understand the National Socialist solution for the economic woes of capitalist society, We must first understand the way our present form of user-regenerated finance capitalism arose in the Middle Ages and the early Renaissance period.
Not for nothing is economics called the dismal science.
It's not only a complex subject, but usually pretty boring.
Please bear with me.
I'll try to keep this as simple and interesting as I can.
I'm reading a book on Renaissance Italy at the moment, and it's inspired me to use a concrete example from the past to show how our present economic order developed.
All this is going to be very greatly oversimplified, of course, but I hope it will help you understand one of the many long paths our people have taken to arrive at our present mess.
First off, you need to understand that although Karl Marx was full of sheep dip, he did recognize and articulate certain correct and vitally important things about the nature of capitalism.
Capitalism is utterly dependent on the exploitation of human beings for their labor, and in order to function, must reinvent man as a commodity, an economic unit of production and consumption.
This dehumanizing concept has proven one of the most destructive aspects of the Jewish incursion into Western civilization.
Secondly, capitalism is dependent for the generation of capital not only on profit, but on the highly cost-effective form of profit known as usury, the collection of interest on loaned money.
Long recognized as the ultimate tool of Jewish power, usury was forbidden for centuries to Christians, which used to be pretty much the same thing as saying Aryans, by the Church.
Only Jews were allowed to practice it, and any Aryan found charging interest was subject to a variety of penalties, ranging from fines to the public removal of bits and pieces of the offender's anatomy.
Modern-day banks would have you believe that the economy is entirely dependent on the charging of interest, but that's bullshit.
The generation of non-production-related profit through interest is actually a fairly recent development in man's economic history.
So how did the economy work in the days before usury?
A good case study would be the rise and fall of the great Lombard banking houses of Italy during the Middle Ages.
Okay, let's say we're in Venice, a great trading city about the year of 1396 or so.
Usury is forbidden to everyone except the Jews, and their interest rates are as high as 50%, so no one but a drunk or a madman deals with them.
They exist on interest mostly off the very poor as pawnbrokers.
And the church has even established a series of interest-free co-op religious pawnshops to try and protect the poor from the bloodsuckers.
But if you're a merchant, you still have to finance your ventures.
So, how do you do it?
Now, let's say you want to send a ship to Constantinople full of Italian goodies.
Cloth and worked metal goods and glassware, wool, so forth and so on.
You want to bring back the same ship full of Oriental goodies like spices, mahogany, Turkish rugs, etc.
We'll assign an arbitrary cost to this venture of 10,000 gold florins.
You believe that the profit from the sale of your goods in Constantinople and the resale of their goods in Venice will yield 20,000 florins, which, for the sake of argument, we'll accept as accurate.
Where do you get the money?
You can put up the entire 10 grand yourself, if you're filthy rich, and many of the wealthiest merchant adventurers do, as well as putting up their lives.
For many of these guys are not just businessmen, they're sea captains and explorers, and occasional pirates.
And they command their own vessels.
They can opt to take all the risk, including the risk of the ship sinking or getting captured by pirates, and take all the profit.
Or they can look for investors to share the risk.
Now, since our hypothetical merchant is a good Christian who doesn't want to deal with hebes, and a good businessman who doesn't want to pay half his profit literally to a Shylock, he goes to one or more of the great Lombard banking houses, the Bardi, the Pazzi, the Stratzi, the Albizzi, or the up-and-coming new kids on the block, the Medici.
These banks are centered mostly in Florence or Siena, but they have branches all over Europe in the days when the first Rothschilds were still haggling with peasants over the pawn of their wooden shoes for a few fennig.
Our merchant adventurer goes to the banks, most likely several of them, because they will be more likely to back him if their individual exposure is less.
He explains his venture, shows them the ship so they know it's a stout seaworthy vessel, and lets them know that he'll be captaining the voyage himself.
And points out that he's got a good track record of a dozen prosperous expeditions prior to this.
He looks good to the Lombards, and so they lend him the dough.
The total outlay for this project is 10 grand in gold florins.
The merchant himself will put up 4,000 florins, or 40%.
The Bardi, the Stratzi, and the Medici banks will put up 2,000 each.
They know that they will have to wait one year for the ship's return to find out how they did.
This is the origin of the old expression when my ship comes in.
If everything goes according to plan, the venture will bring 20,000 gold florins, thus recouping everyone's initial investment and leaving 10 grand profit.
The merchant will take 4 grand of the surplus and the three banks 2 grand each, 100% return on their investment.
Good business.
And something comes of it when those who can afford it get a nice Persian rug or some pepper to put in Aunt Maria's lasagna, which in the days before refrigeration disguises the taste of the half-putrefied sausage that she uses in her recipe.
Of course, it was all a lot more complicated than that.
For instance, in many cases, the ship's captain, if he was not the owner, would have a substantial share, and the crew would have to be paid not only a minimum wage, but a small share each as well.
Plus, there was taxes and overhead just like today.
But you get the idea.
A rich merchant might send out ten ships a year under this system.
Three are lost, but seven of them return, leaving an overall profit and Venetian society wealthier thereby.
Now, do you know the difference between this system and Jewish usury?
The Lombard banking system was based on productivity for profit, whereas the Jewish usury system is a shell game where money multiplies by itself without relation to anything in the real world.
Money was to be earned by buying actual things of value low and selling high, by making something or building something or undertaking risks to obtain something material and tangible.
In this example, the objective was the importation of X amount of real consumer goods, not the manipulation of numbers on a piece of paper as in today's stock exchange, for example, or the commodities market, where there is only the most tenuous connection, if any.
Between the arbitrary value of the paper and any real or valuable object or commodity.
If the voyage didn't succeed, the investors were out their money, and this risk element led to a high degree of caution, canniness, and ability to assess risk, as well as encourage daring an enterprise for higher profits.
The merchant princes of Renaissance Italy may have had a taste for luxurious living, intriguing, and poisoning one another, but they never threw money away, like present-day governments and multinationals.
They had worked and sweated and bled and killed to get it.
Another variation on this system was public works, for example the bridges over the River Arno in Florence, many of which were built by the bankers who were then allowed to collect tolls until they had recovered the expense of construction and a set profit, after which the bridges became free.
There are endless variations.
Money was lent for agriculture to build a factory or a workshop.
To build a road, whatever, but always something you could touch, feel, taste, use, or consume.
Money did not magically produce money out of nothing as it does with usury.
So, when did usury get its first foothold in the Western economy?
Basically, when the Aryan ruling elite of that time, like their counterparts of the 20th century, lost sight of their principles in the scramble for wealth and started acting like Jews.
Unfortunately, the first big capitalist usurers in modern history were these same lumbered bankers in their early stages.
The Jews then slid in on the coattails of the true claim that everybody's doing it, and within a short time, they were running the whole game.
From the point of view of the lender, usury has one advantage over the productivity or venture-based system.
It eliminates risk for the lender, anyway.
But it increases risk manifold for the borrower, who not only puts his business and his own capital on the line, but sometimes everything he possesses.
The borrower signs a bond or contract, borrowing 10,000 florins and promising to pay back 15 come what may.
And as collateral, he gives the lender the right to seize certain property if he's unable to pay by the stated date.
The Lombard banking system was essentially a tool for the production of new wealth, while usury is a system for transferring existing wealth into a smaller number of hands, usually Jewish.
Essentially, two things happened.
First, a lot of the Lombard banks crashed down through the years when they inevitably made too many bad decisions, creating fewer and bigger banks handling more money led by more unscrupulous men as the Renaissance advanced.
Let's start to sound familiar here.
By the way, late Renaissance bankers and financial tycoons were often converted Jews, many of whom continued to practice Judaism in secret and openly favored their own people at the expense of their host nations.
Additionally, the church became corrupt and quit enforcing the anti-usury statutes, and the secular princes and dukes and whatnot got into debt to the banks and overlooked the fact that they had begun to charge interest just like the Jews.
Usury crept into our economy in stages, and it was still frowned upon even as late as the 19th century.
For example, a character in a Sherlock Holmes story, a ruined gambling nobleman who has mortgaged everything he owns and is about to lose it all, is referred to as being, quote-unquote, in the hands of the Jews, by author Arthur Conan Doyle, an expression one could still get away with using as late as the 1890s.
Now, of course, we've got credit cards operating out of states like South Dakota, with no banking laws to speak of, who charge 24% revolving interest.
It's actually cheaper to borrow money from the mob.
Organized crimes, traditional vigorous or interest rate being 6 for 5 or about 18%.
Another question I've been asked is about various times when I have advocated a return to the gold standard.
As most topics dealing with money seem to do, this also gets into the Jewish situation.
Plus d 'argent, voici le juif, as the French say.
Money was first invented as a substitute for barter, and for millennia consisted only of gold, silver, and occasionally copper or bronze coinage.
Eventually, as trade expanded, it became too cumbersome and dangerous to go on a trading expedition lugging long mule trains loaded with gold coin.
And so, with the establishment of the first medieval banks, the first paper bank draft was invented, allowing a merchant in London to travel to Paris carrying only a document instead of heavy bags of money so tempting to bandits.
He did his business, he deposited his profits in the parish branch of the Bardi or whoever, and then he drew them out again from the London branch when he got home.
This was the first paper money, and it was specific, like a check made out to only one person.
Eventually, the Lombard and later Jewish banks began to issue what today we would call negotiable securities or debentures.
Bank drafts for X amount of money with no name on them, which could be used as legal tender to buy, sell, pay, and lend.
The practice of individual banks issuing their own paper money continued up until the beginning of the 20th century.
You can see all kinds of examples in museums.
In the flourishing and expanding economy of a dynamic young America, private banks, states, cities, and even railroads issued their own paper money.
But these paper notes or bills were always gold or sometimes silver certificates.
That is, if you had a $10 bill from the First National Bank of Philadelphia and you took it to that bank, you had the right to get a $10 gold piece for it.
Paper money was originally intended as a convenience, not as a substitute for precious metals.
Now, redeemability in gold or silver had one big advantage.
It kept the money supply under control and pretty much eliminated the curse of inflation and insane interest rates.
Almost all the inflationary spirals in the past, aside from the odd catastrophe like the Black Death, have had to do with the uncontrolled issue of paper money, i.e.
the Continental Congress period.
My grandfather, for example, used to use the expression, not worth a continental.
Confederate money, the Weimar period in Germany, etc.
Now, in 1913, this country did something so stupid that it defies rational analysis even today.
We handed control of our money over to the Jews in the form of a private corporation, the Federal Reserve.
Every head and important official of which from 1913 to this day has been Jewish.
There is no such thing as U.S. currency, only Federal Reserve currency, which is by law the only authorized form of legal tender.
It took the Jews 20 years to take us off the gold standard and free themselves of the obligation to back up their green paper with gold or silver.
But when Roosevelt got in, they managed it.
And from 1934 onward, the Jews have literally had a license to print money hand over fist.
The more paper money there is in circulation, the higher interest rates are charged, and the more impossible it becomes for young white married people to buy a home.
It's all very complicated, and I don't understand all the ins and outs of it myself, but basically the cause of inflation and the insanely high cost of everything today is due to the Federal Reserve System using our money as a means to enrich world Jewry and loot the Golden Medina, which in Yiddish means the Golden Honeycomb.
It's their word for America.
Now, I have, in my novels, advocated a return to the gold standard as a temporary measure to get the money supply under control, reverse the wage-price spiral and get the cost of living under control as well, and to see if we can't slash the incredibly inflated cost of real property to the point where young couples can actually buy a home large enough to raise children in, not some cracker box condo or ranting until they're 40. What I would eventually like to see...
Ah, well, let's for another time.
We'll be right back.
Tonight I'm going to be talking about Fistfights with Muslims in Europe by Julian Langnes.
Now, fascinated with his Norwegian heritage, Langnes travels to Scandinavia to connect with his roots, and he finds the Norwegians very soft-spoken and accommodating, and is reminded by nearly all native Norwegians that he meets that the country is peaceful and very adverse to conflict.
At this point, the author goes into a history of guest workers.
In the mid-60s, middle-aged men were brought in, and at that point the costs were low, but eventually family reunification became all the rage, and with it the inevitable result.
In contrast to peaceful Norwegians, who hate guns and worry that Americans are too aggressive, Muslim men are prime for a fight.
The author notes this, and one has to wonder, what happened to the warrior instincts of the men of the North?
The author then returns to the States and enrolls in college, and he finds his professors lost in the lexicon of the 1960s, most of them self-hating whites.
At this point, the author becomes somewhat alienated from academia.
And he really longs to return to Europe.
He also starts researching various news articles from Europe, and in particular, he reads about the 7-7 subway bombing in Britain, and discovers that the jihadists are not underprivileged as some claim.
The author then critiques two modes of thought that attempt to explain jihadism.
The first is the idea that jihadists are really capitalists who have a secret longing for a level playing field, and one book that typifies this kind of thought is Thomas Friedman's The World is Flat.
The second belief system has been at least somewhat embraced by Tamin Ansari.
Who attempted to write about this theory that the Muslims have been economically exploited and they're upset about that, so they become jihadists.
However, he tries to research this idea and he could find no evidence, so he had to give up the idea of writing an article.
The real question, it's not a question of one form of materialism versus another, but rather materialism versus Allah.
Essentially, the Muslims longed for a return to the 7th century, which was a time that they found or they felt that the world was closest to God's will.
With the goal of a caliphate, Muslims waged many forms of jihad, both internally and externally, all with the ultimate goal of spreading Islam.
There's a defense of jihad, an attempt to reclaim land from infidels, and there's also an offense of jihad to actually create a caliphate.
And he notes that Islam is an entire system of life and a world view.
So at this point, the author decides to continue his travels in Holland, and he drops out of school, and he's off to Europe once again.
And he really finds the Low Countries to be a place of consumerism.
And the author notes that in the West, whether you're talking about a religious society, such as some of the communities in America, or if you're talking about a more secular society like Holland, Westerners are asked very little in the way of sacrifice, and they're provided much entertainment.
Islam is the opposite.
Muslims are able to bask in the glory of sacrifice and even hope for martyrdom.
Now the author imagines that he wishes to get into fights.
Now, Langness attempts to justify these ideas, but it really seems that he wants to explore his manhood.
And he journeys through the Alps, and he sees the homeland of his ancestors, and he wonders what may become of it.
He talks about how there were many intellectuals in the 60s and 70s that were Malthusian, and they did not imagine the opposite danger of a demographic winter.
And also, they liked to see themselves as humanitarians.
He comments that the immigrants have an identity that tends to be based on tribe or religion.
Then the author discusses the military historian William S. Lind and how there are four generations of warfare.
The first is simply the recognition of states.
And the second is drill and discipline.
And this was typified by the First World War.
And then you have the third generation, which is the idea of blitzkrieg.
And then the fourth generation is non-state actors.
The author makes a distinction between being good and being good at being an assertive agent.
And he looks at modernity and he fears that in modernity, men are very much unable to prove themselves.
And instead of that self-proving in conflict, we have economic and we have capitalism and social progress.
And we have this concern about what's good for the gross national product, but that's not the same thing as what's good for society.
An identity, the author notes, Besides being a consumer, maybe bad for business.
He finds that men particularly have five ways of dealing with this.
The first three all have to do with falling into a lack of responsibility and indulging in sensual pleasures of various kinds.
The fourth is to go back into tradition.
The fifth is to pull down the edifices of society.
The Muslims, the author notes, are really not good men, but they're very good at being men.
Now, the author discusses the issue of converts, people like Walker Lind, and how they find that Islam fulfills their unmet needs.
The author argues that the military is no longer attractive to men because of the Diversity in the military that tends to prevent male bonding.
Of course, another factor, and I would think more important, is that the military does not any longer work in white interests.
Now, the author even is able to imagine himself as a jihadist.
However, he hates the flip side of jihad, the honor killings and the abuse of women.
The author mentions this latter problem, especially throughout Europe, and how he never hears of European men standing up to it.
He notes that the West is really going through a period of nihilism, now that religion is doubted by many.
And he says that we can really learn a lot of tactical virtues from the Muslim system.
He says that the conventional system really doesn't represent us, and we really should work to its collapse in order to build anew, and we should cease counting on the state.
Now, the author is very sympathetic to various organizations within Europe.
He admires and respects them, but he believes that it's all too little too late.
And he says that we need to study this idea of third-generation and fourth-generation warfare.
We can definitely learn a lot from Muslims.
They work tirelessly, and so should we.
And he says that Europe can really follow three paths.
It can completely surrender, which it seems to be doing now.
It can also halt immigration, close the borders, and try to convert Muslims, hoping that they'll westernize.
But even so, their birth rate is very high.
It's likely that this will only result in the first option being actualized, but only more slowly.
The third is that Europe can deport Muslims and have a civil war, and this is going to be basically a two-front war because not only do you have to stop them from coming in, but you have to fight with the Muslims that are there, and it's going to be a real mess.
Only the third embraces destiny, and he really sees this as an opportunity that we should be rejoicing in.
Now, I appreciate bringing this work to you because it is such a relevant and a modern work, and whenever possible, I try to bring modern works in here.
I don't always find them.
One of the things I would love to do is I would love to talk about the NPD in Germany and their development.
I can't find very much on that, and what I can find is very, very expensive.
But when I find something modern, I'd like to bring it to you.
So I hope you enjoyed this review and have a good evening.
And hail victory, comrades.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Getting back to the presidential race for a bit, I've made it clear on this show and in my writings that I am by no means a fan of Donald Trump.
I have a lot of reservations as to what he would actually do if elected president and as I've put it before, I would like to see a lot more Huey Long and a lot less P.T. Barnum in there.
That being said, I am hoping very much that he will win.
And I'm going to vote for him myself, purely for purposes of what the Germans call schadenfreude.
I want to hear those lefty loon assholes at Huffington Post and Salon.com and The Guardian and Politico.com and The Daily Beast and that whole half-insane blogosphere of neo-Marxists and raving niggers and faggots and whatnot.
I want to hear them scream.
And scream and scream.
I want to watch them climbing the walls as Trump goes on from victory to victory.
And I'll just say this.
Anyone that these evil people hate that badly has to have something going for him.
And I think that's a large part of Trump's potential.
He can shake up the game and he can make it safe for the rest of us to stand up to these bad, bad people that have done all this stuff for the past 50 years.
Anyway, we're already starting to get the first results of this.
Now that Trump seems to have nailed down the nomination, the neoconservatives, the right-wing rhino Republicans, the country club set, and all of their professional hangers-on are howling like banshees.
They're running around like chickens with their heads cut off.
They're talking all kinds of crazy stuff about how they're going to airlift in some loser in a suit to run third party purely to take the presidency away from Trump.
These people who claim to be Republicans will throw the presidency of the United States to a half-insane criminal like Hillary Clinton rather than let Donald Trump into their little club.
There's this one jackass on Twitter named Rick Wilson.
He's a professional Republican operator down in Florida.
And I must admit, even though I tell everybody not to do this, I myself have not been able to resist the temptation to play with him a bit.
He's obviously climbing the walls.
Anyway, like I say, a lot of these neocon, pro-Israel types are already going into hysterics over the Trump candidacy, which I can't fully understand because Trump's got Jewish relatives.
I think two of his children have become converted to Judaism or something like that.
Anyway...
This is a takeoff by our old friend Maura Q on some kind of speech that this Jew talk show host Ben Shapiro did after the Indiana primary last week.
I haven't heard the original, but I gather this satirical version of it isn't too far off the mark.
Hi.
My name is Ben Shapiro.
I'm an attorney.
I'm Jewish.
I'm a radio host, author.
And webmaster.
Have I mentioned I'm Jewish and I went to Harvard?
I have a message to America.
I cannot believe you are doing this.
I am 30 years old.
I have seen at least three election cycles.
This is not conservatism.
This is not America.
Donald Trump is a bigot and a racist And a narcissist.
And he does not represent conservatism.
Did I mention I'm Jewish and I went to Harvard?
Speaking of being Jewish, if you're Jewish and support Donald Trump, you might as well sew back on your foreskin.
You can't be a Jew, even though he has an entire Orthodox Jewish family.
This man knows nothing about foreign policy.
And he will never build a wall.
I cannot believe this is happening.
For the love of Christ himself on the cross.
Bleeding.
I cannot believe this is happening.
And I have a special message for Twitter.
At Cernovich.
At Pizza Barty Ben.
At Baked Alaska.
At Ricky Vaughn.
At all of you.
F you!
And especially Nero!
@Nero!
Milo!
The Prince God himself of Twitter!
F you Milo!
You homo fag!
And I don't care if everyone calls me a c *ck!
I don't care!
I don't care!
Call me whatever you want!
I don't care!
I know!
I can't believe it's happening!
I can't believe it's happening!
I'm gonna vote for Trump!
I swear!
I'm gonna vote for Hillary!
That's it!
I'm gonna vote for Hillary!
That'll show you!
That'll show you!
I don't care!
You think I care?
I'll vote for Hillary!
That's just happening!
I can't believe it!
I'm Ben Shapiro!
*phone rings* Thank you.
Okay, tell you what, let's continue to wind up this episode of Radio Free Northwest on a lighter note with another quick installment of our occasional feature giving us a fascinating glimpse into the lives and loves of our beloved secret police guys and gals.
Let's see, who will it be this week?
I know!
The Department of Homeland Security!
Come on down!
There's a man who leads a life of danger Everyone he meets, he stays a stranger Read every move he makes Another chance he takes Odds are he won't live to see tomorrow According
to the ultra-left loon Huffington Post, no less, a federal officer is in custody after allegedly shooting three people dead and injuring three others within 24 hours in the Washington, D.C. metropolitan area in three separate locations.
By the way, this happened about two weeks ago.
Eulalio Tordil...
Aged 62, allegedly shot and killed his estranged wife on Thursday evening outside High Point High School in Beltsville, Maryland, and wounded another person, according to police.
And do not ask me where the hell this thing is from.
His photo makes him look like some kind of Hoppa, maybe Filipino, maybe some kind of weird Polynesian.
I mean, the guy looks like he just crawled out of the Black Lagoon and tried to grab the busty babe in the bikini.
Don't ask me what some 62-year-old wog was doing carrying a federal gun and badge, but there you have it, life in these United States.
Getting back to the Hufflepuff, he evaded capture and on Friday opened fire on multiple victims 12 miles away in Bethesda at the Westfield Montgomery Mall, killing one person and wounding two others, police say.
As officers were responding to that shooting, they received another call.
Tordill had allegedly fatally shot a woman at Aspen Hill Shopping Center.
Plainclothes officers found him a few hours later at a Dunkin' Donuts location, but they stayed back.
Police said at a press conference that officers surveilled Tordill for an hour, worrying that he might open fire if they approached.
Tordill was eventually arrested without incident.
It's unclear why Tordill, an officer with the Department of Homeland Security, continued his violent rampage into Friday morning.
Police haven't yet determined his relationship, if any, to the other victims.
According to court documents obtained by the Huffington Post, Gladys Tordill, and there's no picture of this woman, so we don't know what her race was.
Anyway, the wife filed a protective order against her husband in March.
She alleged that her husband once slapped her so hard that he broke her glasses on her face and that he subjected their children to intense military-like discipline.
Push-ups, detention in a dark closet.
He threatened to harm me if I leave him, she wrote in all caps.
She also indicated that he had access to a number of firearms, including handguns and an assault rifle.
Now, this is where it gets truly bizarre.
Under the conditions of the permanent restraining order, which was granted on March 17th, Tordill was ordered to immediately surrender all firearms to a law enforcement agency and refrain from owning any guns while the order was in effect.
However, he was granted permission to carry his work-issued firearm while on work premises, which makes just an immense amount of sense.
So, I guess he used his government-issue weapon to kill and wound all those people.
Our tax dollars in action.
The restraining order stipulated that he stay away from High Point High School, which is where the police say he shot his wife on Thursday when she was picking up her kids.
What can I tell you?
You do realize, don't you, that in any encounter with law enforcement officers, but with federal law enforcement officers in particular, you're not only going to be dealing with armed and trained killers who, under the National Defense Authorization Act of 2011, have the legal power to shoot you dead on the spot if they can get one of their bosses in the cubicle warrant to sign off on it.
But you will also be dealing with men and women who are, at the very least, not quite in their right minds, and who are, at worst, raving bonkers.
One of the many reasons a record number of Americans are renouncing their citizenship and fleeing the country.
Secret Agent Man
Well, for now, time is up for this week's edition of Radio Free Northwest.
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Or you can go to the party's website at www.northwestfront.org.
This is Harold Covington, and I'll see you next week.
Until then, Sasha Underban.
Freedom.
We had a request for this one as a kind of a counterpoint to the Russian celebration of the end of World War II a couple of weeks ago.
This is Saga.
Saga.
He sat in a room in a square the color of blood He'd rule the whole world if there was a way that he could He'd sit and he'd stare at the minarets on top of the towers For he was the beast as he hatched his new plans to gain power And
the snow fell, covering the dreams and ideals And the snow fell, freezing the blood in the wheels
And the snow fell They had to keep warm for survival And the snow fell And defeated the beast's only rival They took the old roads Led Napoleon and taken before They fought as the forces of land We're good
One day they were looking around at the sun shining on the coal flowers The next day they were freezing to death in the snow and the ice-gold showers And the snow fell Covering the dreams and ideals And the snow fell
The worst was the pain and defeat Many people who had held them once now turned and looked away Well these people now knew that the beast was on its way And the snow fell Covering the dreams and ideals And the snow fell
Freezing the blood and the wheels And the snow fell They had to keep warm for survival And the snow fell And defeated the beast's only rival You finally came back To the borders of your fatherland Oh
Many people who had fought and died, knowing that they had to win.
Well yet still, it sickens my heart to see the picture of the red flag in Berlin.
And the snow fell, coming to dreams and ideals, and the snow fell.
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