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July 7, 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, right well known to you and me One word more for signal, token whistle, up the marching tune For your pike upon your shoulder by the rising of the moon By the rising of the
moon, by the rising of the moon Switch your pike upon your shoulder by the rising of the moon Out from many a mud wall cabin eyes were watching through the night Many a manly chest was sobbing for the blessed warming light Corners passed along the valleys like the man she's lonely crew
And a thousand blades were flashing at the rising of the moon At the rising of the moon At the rising of the moon And a thousand blades were flashing at the rising of the moon Greetings from the Northwest Homeland, comrades.
It's July the 7th, 2016.
I'm Harold Covington, and this is Radio Free Northwest.
Okay, first off, I'll start with what will become the weekly Presidential Horse Race Report.
On the Republican side, there's still mutterings of some big ambush for Donald Trump at the Republican Convention.
The game plan still seems to be to change the rules so that delegates are not required to vote for whoever got the most popular votes in the primaries in their states on the first ballot, because if that were to happen, Trump would be the nominee hands down.
And there is a diehard faction among the RINOs, the Country Club Republican set, who would rather cut off their own ghoulies than see that happen.
But the received wisdom, such as it is, From our oodles and oodles of internet pundits is that they're not going to do this, either because they're not going to be able to do so due to lack of numbers, or else because the insurgents or whatever you want to call them haven't been able to find a suitable empty suit to airlift in who is willing to receive the stolen goods, i.e.
Trump's nomination, and do a straw run for president in order to keep up respectable GOP appearances.
Now, if they can't find some way to knife Trump in the back at the convention, my guess is that at that point, the plan to knife Trump in the back literally will be put into motion by those elements of the deep state connected with the Republicans.
Over on the Democrats' side, I think we can now safely say that Hillary Clinton will not be indicted for her multifarious high crimes and misdemeanors regarding her email.
So, Bernie, you might as well withdraw from the race.
What you were waiting for in order to clear the hill to beast out of your way ain't gonna happen.
Of course, there never was any real chance that anything of the kind would occur, what with her being Hillary and all.
But now we know for sure, because last week we were all treated to a fascinating little bit of street theater, courtesy of Mulatto Attorney General Loretta Lynch and Billy Boy himself.
Now, you know their little half-hour tate-a-tate in Lynch's personal government jet on the tarmac in Phoenix, right out in public where they would be sure to be seen by everybody?
Now, you need to know how to read between the lines in Washington, but this wasn't especially subtle.
By the way, the following analysis is not mine.
It's from Rush Limbaugh.
Limbaugh nailed it, in my opinion, and I'm just paraphrasing.
There is a legal term and concept called the appearance of impropriety, as when a senior law enforcement officer meets privately with the spouse of someone who is under serious criminal investigation by her agency, with no witnesses and no legitimate official purpose.
Thanks to that little aeronautical visit on the tarmac, the appearance of impropriety has now been created in Hillary Clinton's case.
Why?
Both Bill Clinton and Loretta Lynch are lawyers, although Clinton never practiced law and Loretta Lynch has only practiced it very badly.
Loretta Lynch, frankly, strikes me as a rather stupid woman, but Bill Clinton is anything but.
Still, both of them as lawyers knew that that little get-together on the runway in Phoenix was wrong and illegal.
This is Legal Ethics 101, but they did it anyway.
And it had to be deliberate on at least one of them's part.
Why?
The day after the event, the Observer newspaper in England, although I shouldn't say newspaper since it's just a website now.
Anyway, the Observer publishes this long and detailed article claiming to be from a protected source in Loretta Lynch's FBI protection detail.
The Observer makes it about as clear as possible without actually naming the source that it's the head of their detail.
Supposedly.
Now, that is, of course, if any such interview ever did take place, because in today's post-factual world, that's always questionable.
The whole story could simply be a plant from somebody in the media hierarchy acting on some kind of weird agenda.
Anyway...
The gist of this interview with the so-called anonymous FBI hoodlum on Loretta Lynch's security squad says that it was all the fault of that wicked old peckerwood billy boy and poor Loretta was just sitting in her plane all helpless there on the tarmac at that airport and then that bad, bad man Bill Clinton just ran up and charged onto the plane and ran up the stairs and locked himself in with her for half an hour while he sat there and...
Made her talk about her grandchildren, and poor Loretta, she was just so deceived and bamboozled and took by surprise when he done made her appear improper, the motherfucker.
Okay, now, as it happens, I can kind of believe it might have happened that way, and this whole stunt might have been Clinton's doing.
You see, once he has deliberately created the appearance of impropriety, however that might have come about, the entire 16-month FBI investigation is now compromised and contaminated.
And if the full letter of protocol is to be observed, then a special prosecutor now has to be appointed, which will take several months at least just to appoint one, and then the entire investigation has to be redone from scratch, and that'll take, what, two years?
This is their way of kicking the can of Hillary's email down the road.
Sometime around late 2018, probably around the Thanksgiving holiday when everybody's got other stuff on their minds, some droid in a silk suit will file a report saying, well, yeah, the email business was illegal and sleazy and suspicious, but hey, it's Hillary, so what are you going to do?
It'll take 100,000 words to say it, but that'll be the gist of it.
And all because Billy Boy forced his way onto an airplane and sat there with some dozy mulatto woman for half an hour.
I wonder what they really did talk about, since the purpose was obviously not for them to exchange information or ideas, but to be seen in the same enclosed space for at least half an hour in order to create the appearance that they were conferring about something, and thus basically destroy and derail the FBI investigation.
I really am curious as to what was actually said.
Of course, you notice they made sure that there were reporters in the area when this happened.
Now, there is another possible plot twist here, a very dark one, no pun intended, but it's something I think I need to mention, since these people who rule us are completely capable of doing just this, and it has to do not with Hillary Clinton, but with both Obamas, actually, and their violent personal hatred for Hillary Clinton, and their vaulting Negroid ambition.
Make no mistake, Barry Sotoro is a potential Idi Amin, and we fail to grasp this at our peril.
You know, Africa and Haiti aren't the only countries with large numbers of niggers who are capable of picking up machetes and going hack, hack, hack.
I suppose, just suppose, that Barry Sotoro has decided that he wants to add the 22nd Amendment to those parts of the United States Constitution that he has already raped, broken, and violated.
He wants to continue on in office and to hell with the law or precedent or whatever else anybody else wants, including Hillary Clinton, who, by the way, Barry and his hoe Michelle both hate like a polecat.
Now, suppose, just suppose, that this existing FBI investigation into the Hildebeest email, and I use the term investigation loosely.
Anyway, suppose this farce drives on unhindered, and along about, oh, late September or early October, it just gets really, really ridiculous.
The media and the Republicans are screaming like banshees about it.
Somebody has got to say something in public by way of an official result.
Just wind it up.
Now, suppose sometime around, oh, the week before Halloween, let's say, Barry suddenly drops a nuclear warhead on his own party, which he's quite capable of doing.
I mean, niggers don't care what they break.
Acting on the advice of the FBI and those career prosecutors, probably mulattoes, that Loretta was yapping about for a few days, Hillary Clinton is indicted on national security charges tantamount to espionage and treason, although I'm sure the actual charges would be phrased a lot more diplomatically.
Now, just between you and me and the SPLC monitors, I'm not sure that even being indicted would stop Hillary's campaign.
But let's say, in addition, that at some point fairly close around the time that Hillary gets indicted, in my opinion, probably less than a week after it happens, maybe a few days, because I think in this particular future scenario, Hillary getting indicted would come first.
Anyway, at some point, almost simultaneously with Hillary finally facing the first criminal charges of her long criminal career, Donald Trump is out on a rally in...
Weehawken, New Jersey or Wetumpka, Alabama or some such place.
And then all of a sudden, a funny little man who hears voices in his head or maybe some nigger from Black Lives Matter or maybe some Mexican cholo screaming about immigration does the old John Hinckley trick and steps out of the crowd with a pistol in his hand and five seconds later, Donald Trump is lying dead on the asphalt.
I will be honest, I'm half expecting something like that to happen anyway.
They've already tried twice now, and I see the death threats on Twitter myself, so the deep state may not even have to set it up.
There are a lot of genuine nuts out there who are willing to take a shot at Trump.
But however it comes about, let's just posit a situation whereby both Democrat or Republican candidates are incapacitated, one legally, one through being dead.
Now let's say it's Halloween Day.
Eight days before the election.
Well, it's pretty obvious that neither party is going to be able to put up another presidential candidate in that time.
Now, they could just run the election with the two vice presidential candidates going head to head, but the fact is that there's no legal or constitutional precedent for such a thing.
Now, in that event, it would make sense that Barry Obama must, in all humility, step forward and agree to retain the reins of power for a while until new elections can be set up, of course.
Until somebody comes along and says, I know, why don't we just let our wonderful, successful, magic Negro men-child president have a third term by popular acclaim?
Just kind of skip 2016 or 2017, and then we try again in 2020.
You think this is a joke?
Read history.
It happens.
And there is no law of God or man that exempts the United States of America from wicked plots by wicked people.
One would hope we have at least learned that.
Greetings, comrades.
This is the Trucker coming at you from, of all places, holy crap, the homeland.
I just did a delivery in Clagon, just south of Portland.
And I gotta do another one in the morning.
So I get to sit for this afternoon and this evening and kick the rest of this load off tomorrow.
But anyway, this one may piss a few of you off.
Especially you, Vern.
If you need your herald fix, I suggest going back to the archives.
And there's, what, coming up now six years, five and a half years, something like that, of Radio Free Northwest.
There's like, rough guesstimate, like 20-some gigabytes of shows that you can listen to.
Personally, I like hearing some of the new comrades that are coming out here doing their scouting trips and just settling out here in the homeland because I have been out here for a long-ass time.
I first...
Got transferred up here via the Navy back in January of 1980.
Yep, I've been up here quite a while.
I know there's some comrades that have been here longer, but yeah, I made the move up here.
The wife grew up up here, so she wanted to come back up here to the homeland because she liked the area.
She grew up up here, and it's a nice climate, a hell of a lot nicer than Michigan, especially nowadays, seeing as how Michigan is, at least in the southeastern corner, especially around Hamtramck and Dearbornistan, it's gone raghead on us.
I'm not overly thrilled about that, but not much I can do about it now.
I'm trying to settle here into a more white environment, as the rest of you should too.
I challenge each and every one of you.
That is starving for more Harold to go to the archives and listen to all the back episodes, like I have.
It's quite enjoyable.
Yeah, some of the people on there kind of make my eyes glaze over a little bit, but I've learned to, okay, fine, there is good information in just about everything that the contributors have to input into the show.
So...
There's your challenge.
If you really need your Herald fixed, go back and listen to all the back episodes.
Then you can complain that you need more Herald.
But hey, why don't you contribute also?
It would be enlightening and entertaining for some of the rest of us that...
So, alright comrades, this is the trucker signing off for a little quick one.
Parked so you don't get to listen to my truck rattle behind me as I'm going down the road.
Alright comrades, this is the trucker signing off for another little episode from On The Road.
Greetings, comrades.
This is the trucker coming at you from Clackamas, Oregon again.
I'm sitting here in a dock door waiting to go and deliver a Hormel meatload.
And I just thought I'd touch base with you people.
Comrades out there, let you know the summer season out here in the Great Pacific Northwest is in full swing.
The weather is gorgeous out here.
It was around in the 80s down here yesterday with a slight breeze blowing.
Hell of a lot more comfortable than when I was down there in Georgia and Alabama and some of the southern states.
Especially that oven they call Arizona.
Oh, Jesus.
Triple-digit temperatures down there.
We guess we do get them occasionally up here, but it's not very often and it's not for very long.
And so, some of the summer things you can do out here after you've done your scouting trip and done your migration out here.
Well, let's see now.
It's a big boating area.
They have power boating.
There's sailboating out here.
They do water skiing out here.
You can either do it on the Sound, which is saltwater, or they've got a bunch of damned lakes around here that you can go boating in, skiing in.
We also have, I mean, you can go in.
They've got the personal watercraft, those little zip sleds or whatever the hell you want to call them.
So, it's coming up in about another month.
Towards the end of July, beginning August, is Seafare weekend, where they have the big hydroplanes come in, unlimited boats over there on Lake Washington.
They also have hydroplane racing down there on the Columbia River, the Kennewick-Pasco area.
I'm not exactly sure which stretch of the river they do it on down there, but you can find out.
You know, we've got bicycling trails.
They're putting in more and more of those out here, if you're into that.
Hiking, camping galore.
We've got all kinds of state and national parks to be able to do that if that's your trigger.
If you like to do that, you're off time.
We've got a bunch of microbreweries out here, as I've mentioned before, that hit more springing up.
So, hey, you might even be able to make a career out of brewing beer for us out here if that tickles your fancy.
But anyway, so, yep, you really need to go and make your scouting trip out here, because it's that old TV show from back in the, what was it, the 60s or 70s, the Here Come the Brides, I think it was, the bluest skies you've ever seen are in Seattle.
Yeah, well, that pretty much sums it up out here.
Once the clouds clear off, the skies are nice and blue and sunny, and the humidity's not too ungodly bearable out here.
It's rather nice.
It cools off.
Like I say, it got up into the mid-80s down here in the Portland area.
The truck stopped where I was at down there.
I think it was '84.
And it cooled off to around 60 this morning.
So it beats the hell out of when I was waking up, starting to truck at like 2, 3 or so in the wee hours of the morning to go and do a delivery and finding out that the temperature is still above 80 in the wee hours of the morning.
At least it cools off around here.
We go and get a nice breeze off the ocean.
It goes and blows that stuff away.
So, yep, it's nice out here.
It was really nice coming across Wyoming the other day.
I drive on Saturday when I had to go and trade trailers over in Cheyenne.
The hills were all green there.
I mean, visibility in Wyoming as you're coming out here on your migration.
I mean, I am not kidding you.
You can see 50, 60, We're waiting for you.
I hope to see you out on the roads here soon, comrades.
This is the Trucker coming at you from the homeland.
Have a good one.
Have a good one.
Thank you.
Damn.
The trucker finally did it.
Something I've been avoiding like the plague for almost seven years now.
He mentioned that stupid TV show, and now because of the subject matter, I'm going to be duty-bound to play the stupid theme song on here.
Crap.
Okay, first off, back in the 1860s during the Civil War, here in Seattle...
When it was basically a logging encampment, we had something called the Mercer Girls Project, run by one of our early lumber baron capitalist types out here named Asim Mercer.
I think Mercer Island is named for him.
Anyway, this project imported marriageable white women from the east here to the northwest as wives for the lumberjacks and the settlers.
Now, that much is real.
And a lot of these women who came out here were Union war widows or northern girls who...
Now, for all I know, that may be where Seattle first got its initial dose of liberalism.
That part is historic and real.
In 1968, there was a television series based very loosely, indeed, on the Mercer Girls Project that was moronic in its political correctness, even by the relatively straight-laced standards of the 60s.
It was called Here Come the Brides, and about the only actor in it that anyone might remember today is David Soule.
Of course, most likely, no one even recalls who David Soule is.
Remember, this was back in the days when you weren't allowed to discuss buggery openly on TV or anywhere else, and instead of diversity and multiculturalism, the only minority problem we had was with niggers wearing superfly suits.
Women's lib, as they called it back then, was just at the bra-burning stage, and nobody even knew what a transgender was.
Never mind, wanted to let them into women's bathrooms.
And yet this insane piece of Hollywood dreck still managed to spoon all kinds of political correctness into people's living rooms, including one episode I vaguely remember, something to do with evil Confederate agents trying to spread racism in the lovely liberal Northwest.
Against, I think, one handsome young nigger or whatever.
I don't know.
I wasn't even anti-Semitic when I was 15, but I remember one show about the poor persecuted little Jewish girl among all the imported brides who was being harassed and subjected to anti-Semitism and hatred.
And even back then, I said to myself, oh, come on now.
I think this silly thing lasted maybe two seasons, and then they pulled it off the air in 1970 or so.
The most memorable thing about the show, which I have found has stuck in the minds of a lot of people in my generation, was the sickeningly sweet theme song, which is sung by one of the most utterly forgettable talents of the 60s, a crooner named Bobby Sherman.
Now, down through the years, I've gotten some emails from people my age to the effect of, hurl, hurl, why don't you use the theme song to Here Come the Brides for the NF because it talks about Seattle.
Well, I don't do that because the song is bird-brained sludge that rots the mind.
See for yourself.
*music*
The bluest skies you've ever seen in Seattle And the hills the greenest green in Seattle Like a beautiful child We're
good to leave your home and your loved ones.
It's the hardest thing a boy can ever do.
And you pray that you will find someone warm and sweet and kind.
But you're not sure what's waiting there for you.
Oh bluest skies you've ever seen in Seattle.
And the hills, the greenest green in Seattle.
Like a beautiful child growing up free and
Wild, full of hopes and full of fears Full of laughter, full of tears Full of dreams to last the years In Seattle, in Seattle When you find your own true love You will know it By her
smile, by the look In her eyes Sin of pine trees in the air Never knew
going to take time at this point to perform a profound moral duty that I'm ashamed to say I've been neglecting for almost a year now.
I'm going to speak of the murder of Edgar J. Steele.
Now, I noticed that Ed's Conspiracy Pen Pal website seems to have been taken down, and I'd like for any of you out there who have any MP3 audio footage of Edgar Steele speaking to pass it on to me or to let me know where I can download it.
I'd like to get hold of as much new audio of Ed as I can for broadcast.
What I can do now is to go over, once again, what happened with you folks to ensure that this man who died for our new country is never forgotten.
Now, for those of you who came in late, and we have a lot of newcomers on the list now, in June of 2010, North Idaho attorney Edgar J. Steele was arrested by the FBI on false charges of allegedly hiring a hitman to murder his wife and mother-in-law.
The alleged assassin was a man named Larry Fairfax.
An FBI informer who was inserted into Steele's home posing as a handyman in order to spy on the Steele family until he saw the opportunity to help the Bureau destroy an outspoken critic of the regime.
While he was working there, Fairfax proceeded to help himself to large stashes of silver coins and bullion that the Steele's were keeping on their property in anticipation of a Federal Reserve currency crash brought about by Barack Obama's incompetence.
The final whereabouts of that silver seems to be something of a mystery.
Apparently the FBI allowed Fairfax to keep at least some of it as a kind of bonus or reparations for the annoyance and inconvenience of having to spend 16 months in a minimum security prison in the service of the Bureau.
The basis of Edgar Steele's conviction were audio files fabricated by FBI technicians, supposedly discussions between himself and Fairfax about murder for hire.
These conversations appear, even to a layman who first hears them, to sound strained, stilted, unnatural, and obviously doctored at the key points and phrases.
The Steele tapes were not only forgeries, apparently they weren't even very good ones.
At Steele's trial, two international audio engineering experts, who were prepared to state categorically for the record that the tapes were fraudulent, were barred from testifying by a corrupt judge.
The jury was never allowed to hear evidence which clearly proved Edgar Steele's innocence.
The situation wasn't helped by the fact that Steele's first attorney, a federal public defender named Roger Piven, was a raging alcoholic who at the time was being sued by three members of his own legal staff for various acts of drunken misconduct.
Steele's second defense attorney, a man named Robert McAllister, on whom he and his wife Cindy expended most of their life's savings, Turned out to be facing disbarment for embezzling his client's money and was in fact disbarred only weeks after Steele's conviction.
Many suspect that this second attorney may have struck a deal with the government to keep himself out of prison by deliberately taking a dive in the courtroom and bungling Steele's defense.
If so, it didn't work.
In September of 2012, the 62-year-old McAllister was sentenced to six years for fraud, so there is some comfort in hoping that the bent brief may die in the same prison cell as the client he betrayed.
Interestingly enough, McAllister himself was a former United States attorney and prosecutor, which gives you some idea of the typical moral character of the people in the federal judiciary.
For whatever reason, McAllister's performance in the courtroom was lackluster, to say the least, and he refused to put his client on the witness stand, which always looks very bad to a jury.
Needless to say, the attorney's own perilous legal situation was never explained to either Ed or Cindy Steele while the trial was going on.
As icing on the cake, I've spoken to persons present in the courtroom during the trial who told me that Ed Steele, quote-unquote, looked like a zombie, confused and disoriented, and he seemed completely incoherent and disconnected from what was going on around him.
The consensus of opinion was that Steele was drugged on orders from someone in the federal government to make sure that he was incapable of assisting in his own defense or even understanding what was happening to him.
No one knows for sure why the federal government of the United States did this horrible thing to Edgar Steele.
He must have pissed somebody off really bad, although I don't see how.
Ed had announced plans to run for governor of Idaho, true, but he subsequently withdrew from the Idaho governor's race due to ill health.
I have this horrible suspicion that the whole ghastly business may simply have been some kind of grotesque experiment on the part of the FBI, just to see how far they could go and how much they could get away with in arresting and destroying critics of the regime.
For several years, Edgar Steele was held more or less incommunicado in the Victorville, California facility, which is well known throughout the federal system as a kind of toilet where human beings are flushed away.
His wife, Cindy, was never allowed to visit him in prison, and she was unable to afford yet more attorneys to try and sue for that right.
Among other things, the water supply in the prison is known to be contaminated with carcinogens and toxic waste, which facilitates the decline in health of those federal prisoners whom the government wishes to hear no more of.
Victorville is notorious as an end-of-the-line destination.
Once the gates clang shut there, no one leaves except in a body bag.
Edgar Steele was sent there to die, and die he did, but the dictator's servants seem to have gotten a little impatient with the waiting.
On September 4, 2014, Edgar Steele was murdered in the Victorville Fortress Prison.
This is what is known under the National Defense Authorization Act of 2011 as quote-unquote extrajudicial execution, and it's entirely legal if you want to call the NDAA a law.
So long as the nigger President of the United States, the nigger Attorney General of the United States, or quote-unquote other incompetent federal authority signed off on it, that is.
Edgar Steele appears to have been poisoned after one white inmate who kind of appointed himself as Steele's bodyguard and official witness was mysteriously shipped off across the country on a bogus witness call so that Ed was left all alone and at the mercy of his killers.
The prison authorities didn't even bother to notify his wife Cindy that her husband was dead.
The first thing she knew about it was when she was telephoned by a local undertaker down there in California asking what she wanted them to do with Edgar's body.
America the Beautiful I am determined that this man will not be forgotten and his words and his ideas will live on.
Ladies and gentlemen, the late Edgar J. Steele.
Welcome back.
Before the break, I promised to tell you, during this segment, exactly what I have in mind for America now.
And it's different.
It's something I've never before called for.
But it's something that I think it's possible.
While I still believe in preparing for the worst, I've become hopeful of a new avenue altogether.
Secession on a state-by-state basis.
Call it wishful thinking if you like.
But secession still strikes me as a viable alternative to simply waiting for the coming apocalypse.
Yes, Lincoln seemed to foreclose the possibility of secession with his War of Northern Aggression, which you may know as the Civil War, wherein he oversaw the wholesale slaughter of brothers by brothers in pursuit of his unconstitutional objective of preserving the Union.
which didn't then deserve to be preserved, as proven by the manner in which the North manhandled the South during the period we laughingly call the Reconstruction.
I submit that today's union, today's America, has lost its legitimacy, even more so than did Likens.
And I call for a modern, wholesale secession by the various states now making up the United States.
I call for this to be an orderly, lawful, and peaceful secession.
A non-violent revolution of a sort, in fact.
Just imagine for a moment the result if all 50 states were to secede at once, leaving the federal government to preside over merely the District of Columbia.
The states then could recall all of their men in uniform from wherever posted, seize all federal property within their boundaries, and demand that all federal employees either throw in their lot with the states or move to the District of Columbia.
There literally would be nothing the federal government could do about its well-deserved predicament, particularly since its tax collection arm would be cut off.
The Constitution certainly has the legal basis for secession still in place.
It resides within the Tenth Amendment, which reserves to the states and the people all, quote, powers not delegated to the United States by the Constitution, nor prohibited by it to the states, close quote.
You see, because secession is not mentioned anywhere in the Constitution or its amendments, such power This is a crucial fact that we must keep in mind at all times.
Similarly, the legal precedent for secession is laid out in America's Declaration of Independence, wherein it is said, quote, Governments are instituted among men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed.
That whenever any form of government becomes destructive of those ends, it is the right of the people to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new government, when a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the
It is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such government, and to provide New guards for their future security.
It's the utmost in irony that none other than Abraham Lincoln, who did more single-handed damage to the U.S. Constitution than even George W. Bush, rose up in Congress, of which he was then a member, in January 1848,
before he became president, and stated, quote, Any people anywhere, being inclined and having the power, This is a most valuable, a most sacred right.
A right which we hope and believe is to liberate the world.
Nor is this right confined to cases in which the whole people of an existing government may choose to exercise it.
Any portion of such people that can may revolutionize and make their own of so much of the territory In other words, Abraham Lincoln advocated your neighborhood could become an independent state by seceding from the United States.
View the Constitution, for a moment, as a contract between us, the states, and the federal government.
The federal government has breached that contract in more ways than I have hours left in my life in which to recount its transgressions against all of us, both individually and as states.
For example, though its duties are few, the federal government simply refuses to perform many of them.
Rather than provide for our common defense, our federal government initiates foreign wars And without congressional declaration.
Wars that actually heighten the danger of our being attacked from without.
Similarly, it refuses to protect our southern border and declines to protect us from the de facto invasion by countries to our south.
The federal government has abdicated its responsibility to coin money and regulate the value thereof.
By delegating to a private, foreign-owned corporation, The Federal Reserve Bank, that duty, which has managed to steal 98 cents out of every single dollar issued since its inception in 1913.
This single failing is responsible for the current financial catastrophe now befalling America.
Rather than provide for organizing, arming, and disciplining the militia, reserving to the states the appointment of the officers and the authority of training the militia, The federal government has done its best to destroy anything resembling militias in America, preferring instead to implement an unconstitutional and permanent standing army.
The privilege of habeas corpus repeatedly has been suspended in direct contravention of the U.S. Constitution.
Our system of lobbying, campaign funding, And proven election fraud on the part of officials has robbed us of our constitutional guarantee of a republican form of government, accountable directly to the people.
We have installed as president a person who is not a natural-born citizen, and, quite possibly, not even a citizen of the United States, incredible as that may be to contemplate, let alone comprehend.
Previously, I've written at length as to how each and every single element of the Constitution's Bill of Rights has been abrogated or abridged by unconstitutional legislation, ultra vires judicial decisions, and by executive fiat.
Very little remains of the original Ten Amendments comprising the Bill of Rights.
In particular, the Tenth Amendment has been stripped of its mandate that, quote, the powers not delegated to the United States by the Constitution, nor prohibited by it to the states, are reserved to the states respectively or to the people.
I could go on almost endlessly, but the foregoing list alone more than comprises the substantial breach of contract required by law before a non-breaching party to a contract may suspend its own performance and proceed to elect a legal or equitable remedy.
Under prevailing law, an innocent party to a contract has a choice of remedies that it may enforce against a breaching party.
Monetary damages, including punitive damages, rescission and restitution, third, reformation, and fourth, specific performance.
Specific performance seems foreclosed to us as we have tried unsuccessfully, both in the courts and by the ballot box, to force the federal government to perform its side of the bargain it struck with our forefathers and with us when we were born into our citizenship status.
Its response has been to further oppress us and to continue to refuse to fulfill its obligations under the contract.
Reformation, or a simple rewording of the breached contract, similarly seems foreclosed to us as that would require an agreeing and capable breaching party, particularly since we are lacking the judicial authority to supervise and then enforce such a rewriting of our constitution or contract.
I think we'll all agree that the federal government will be anything but agreeable to our demands for a reformation of our contract, and we certainly will not agree to its being reworded to reflect the current reality of our arrangement in America.
That leaves to us only monetary damages or rescission.
Since the federal government has no independent means to pay us our considerable damages, our only effective remedy left is that of rescission.
Rescission refers to the cancellation of a contract and the return of the contracting parties to their pre-contract status.
That means secession, folks.
We have only secession on a state-by-state basis available to us as a remedy for the substantial and egregious breach of contract that our federal government has foisted upon all of us.
A couple of years ago, I wouldn't have thought it possible.
I still think it's a long shot, but the various states' rights or sovereignty bills introduced in a variety of states lately makes me think that a building movement towards secession not only is likely, but inevitable.
Idaho is a bit ahead of the curve in that regard, being one of the few bastions of individuality and free thinking left in these United States of America.
I have a clear vision of what new America looks like.
While Idaho does not yet even approach that vision, you can see new America from here.
Thinking of moving someplace relatively independent and free-thinking?
There's New Hampshire, but it just killed its own states' rights bill, and besides, it's surrounded by states firmly in the grip of socialists and communists.
There's Alaska, and there is much to commend it.
There's Montana.
There are parts of Texas and North Carolina and Arkansas.
From where I sit, though, there is little else.
Though I generally discourage others from moving to Idaho so as to preserve its relative lack of population and pristine condition, these are unusual times.
Therefore, I hereby issue a call to all who seek somewhere else to live within the United States, a place with greater freedom.
Consider Idaho.
We need you, your independent nature, and your open mind.
Tough times are coming for all of America.
Come to Idaho for the freedom.
Stay for the adventure.
New Idaho.
You can see new America from here.
My name is Edgar J. Steele.
Thanks for listening.
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Okay, as those of you who listen to the call-in show know, we have a family coming out here this week on their scouting trip.
They're coming from the Deep South, and that comrade requested that I play the song Johnny Rib on here, which I think is rather a sardonic thing to do on the 4th of July, but always glad to oblige.
This is Johnny Horton.
You fought all the way, Johnny Rip, Johnny Rip.
You fought all the way, Johnny Rip.
Saw you marching with Robert E. Lee.
You held your head high trying to win the victory.
You fought for your folks, but you didn't die in vain.
Even though you're lost, they speak highly of your name 'Cause you fought all the way, Johnny Rip, Johnny Rip You fought all the way, Johnny Rip I heard your teeth chatter from the cold outside Saw the bullets open up the wounds in your side I saw the young boys As they began to fall,
you had tears in your eyes, cause you couldn't help at all.
But you fought all the way, Johnny Rip, Johnny Rip.
You fought all the way, Johnny Rip.
I saw General Lee raise a saber in his hand.
Heard the cannons roar as you made your last stand.
You marched into battle with the gray and the red.
When the cannons smoke cleared, took days to count the dead.
Cause you fought all the way, Johnny Rip, Johnny Rip.
You fought all the way, Johnny Rip.
When Honest Abe heard the news about your fall, the folks thought he'd call a great victory ball.
But he asked the band to play the song Dixie for you, Johnny Rip, and all that you believe.
Cause you fought all the way, Johnny Rip, Johnny Rip.
Yeah, you fought all the way, Johnny Rip.
Yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah.
Tonight I'm going to be discussing Operation Werewolf by Paul Wagner.
This book is written on the premise that civilization as we have known it is in its death's throes.
When I first started getting interested in this book, I saw the term werewolf.
And, of course, when I think of werewolves, my mind always goes immediately to the end of the Second World War in Germany and the werewolf resistance fighters.
So initially I thought this book might have something to do with that, or if not that, it might be in some ways inspired by those ideas.
It's really quite deceptive because this author uses a lot of terms and symbols that we would tend to use.
However, he is actually not one of us.
But at any rate, like many of us, this author does think that the current civilization is crumbling, and this author wants to show others a way out.
Now this author has a rather extreme imagination, and he imagines tribes of savage and wild hunter-gatherers on the edge of urban jungles who trade with small farming communities.
These neo-barbarians would ideally have a strong meditative practice that focuses on runework.
The author wants to dispel the common definition that many have of the term magical practice, which in this context is simply the harnessing of various energetic forces to make the world as we will it.
This author discusses the power of bind runes and the use of mantras, and he also talks about how ritual and myth reinforce community life.
The gods are not static, but they are forever reimagined, and they should be aspirational in terms of leading us to what we would wish to become.
This author does warn that religion can be used by those looking for power and that there are some devotees that know much but do nothing.
This author, in contrast to that, is entirely about the Zen of the deed.
To this end, The author encourages the reader to start their own group.
Now, this author is very much one who believes in the payment of dues and he is one to advocate anywhere between $50 to $100 a month.
All of this is with an eye towards buying property.
Now, the author has further practical advice for the use of this property in terms of fundraising.
The real purpose of all of this, however, not just the endless raising of funds, but it is the literal combat against the thrall mind, which allows for a mundane life.
Now, instead, the tyrant mind should master, and the self becomes the thrall of the iron will.
After this process is finished, only the hero would remain.
The wolves will gladly destroy the old and bring about the new.
The wolves don't use Prayer and wish, but determination.
Now, this author talks about this issue of how there's a lot of entertainment in this world and that wolves, and really everyone, should become less the observer and more of a participant.
This author, of course, advocates that everyone should find the time to join the wolves because in joining organizations, Individuals find new ways to really push themselves.
We're apt to work harder, oftentimes in a group, than we would on our own.
To this end, the author strongly encourages strength training.
Indeed, this author discusses that topic so much that one wonders if this is a book or an ad.
Now, indeed, this author says that he will start anyone on a training routine they have only to email him.
This lifestyle causes the initiate to embrace death while at the same time transcending it.
And again, the author emphasizes the idea that life is all about the will.
The author really wants to help others move beyond insignificance.
Now, the strength of this method is that the author seems to make very solid demands on group members, and this would really tend to weed out any except the most committed.
On the other hand, so much emphasis in this book is placed on gym life that it could easily become a private fitness club.
The author is not concerned about the exact form of these groups in terms of hierarchies because these would be worked out organically.
So he's very much content to let go of any control over that.
Now, eventually and hopefully, these initiates would learn a life of self-harmony where their actions match their words.
Which, I would have to say, sounds very sensible.
And the author also talks about very much the importance of visualization to have a certain focus and stay in that mode.
The author also reminds us that we should not complicate our lives by asking why.
Instead, the reason why comes in the defiance of death and decay that this author is advocating.
There are certain good things about this book, as I said.
The idea of visualization, the idea of self-harmony, meditation, and focus are all very good ideas.
The only thing that I would say about this writing, and indeed I think this author more generally, Is that he seems to have a great focus on crudeness and destruction.
And that is really only a small part, I would say, of life on the alt-right, or at least it really should be.
Now, I know this author is not exactly one of us.
I think he does appropriate a lot of our symbols to such an extent that it's almost like he wants to undermine, in a sense, or in a sense, subvert us in certain respects.
So I think that's rather interesting, and I don't quite know what to make of this.
But I would just say beware of being diverged into perhaps a dead end in some sense.
So at any rate, I hope you enjoyed this review or at least found it interesting.
I'm always trying to come up with something new and different.
Something that might interest listeners.
I know some listeners say they don't like my reviews, so I'm always trying to find something new, something that would be of interest.
So I thank you very much for listening and have a good evening and hail victory, comrades.
Thank you.
Okay, for the next five months, I'm going to be expending a massive amount of time on this program on the topic of the presidential election campaign, which I suspect is going to be a really wild and crazy ride for all of us.
I'll also, of course, periodically renew my perpetual urgings for you all to come home.
That's a given.
But there's something else I think I'm going to devote some time to, possibly something similar to my Brandenburg lectures of five years ago.
I think I may put together an Andy Donner-like series of seminars or little fireside chat-type talks within the framework of the show, wherein I will attempt to deal definitively with the issue of white character.
Now I know, I know you probably think you've heard all this before from me, and you may have done.
I know I've gone off on periodic rants before about this and that and the other thing, but no, this time I mean really deal with it.
Now, we are going to have to begin that fearless and searching moral inventory of ourselves I spoke of a few weeks ago in preparation for the time to come when we will have to make the decision to live or die.
Now, I know that I said this was a discussion for after November.
And yeah, to a certain extent it is, but after some reflection, I think we need to begin working on this now.
I'm more convinced than ever that something could snap and blow somewhere, and all of a sudden we've got a vacuum that needs to be filled, and somehow, God knows how, some of us are going to have to try and fill it.
We need to start preparing, all few thousand of us.
Things are now reaching the point in American society and politics where the white man must, let me repeat that, must get his act together.
Now here's the problem.
We all know quite well what we have to do when the crisis point comes.
As it may come any time now when a bullet strikes down Donald Trump or Hillary Clinton is indicted for her crimes and decides that she's not going to play the game and she goes for some kind of a coup or Obama goes for an illegal third term or what have you.
I'm talking about the point where the system has completely broken down and the law is being completely flouted and thrown away in a way that cannot be ignored.
Now, of course, we already have been in a completely lawless situation since November the 20th, 2014, when Barack Hussein Obama abolished the border with a stroke of his pen and Congress did nothing.
The next time he or Hillary do something like that, it will be up to the people to do something.
Will we?
My guess right now is probably not.
My guess is that we simply no longer have it in us.
That as a race we have become too weak and soft and timid and frightened and beaten down to resist.
So, that being the case, what do we do about that?
That's where the fearless and searching moral inventory comes in.
Why are we so weak and soft and timid and frightened and beaten down?
Why are our European brothers, who three generations ago were the world's greatest soldiers on both sides of the war, responding to an extinction-level event by posting pictures of guns and drunks in ski masks and Viking tattoos on the internet?
We are broken, and we have to find some way to fix it.
For the foreseeable future, that's what I'll be devoting a good deal of my time to.
But for now, our time is up for this week's edition of Radio Free Northwest.
This program is brought to you by the Northwest Front, Post Office Box 2188, Bremerton, Washington, 98310, or you can go to the party's website at www.northwestfront.org.
This is Harold Covington, and I'll see you next week.
Until then, Sasha and Aban.
We're good to go.
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