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July 14, 2016 - Radio Free Nortwest - H.A. Covington
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Oh, then tell me, Sean O 'Farrell, tell me why you hurry so.
Push a wiggle, push and listen, and his cheeks were all aglow.
I wear orders from the captain, get you ready quick and soon, for the bikes must be together by the rising of the moon.
By the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon.
For the bikes must be together by the rising of the moon.
Oh, then tell me, Sean O 'Farrell, where the gathering is to be.
In the old spot by the river, rightful known to you and me.
One more roar for signal, token whistle of the marching tune.
Warrior pike upon your shoulder by the rising of the moon.
By the rising of the moon.
By the rising of the moon.
With your bike upon your shoulder.
We're watching through the night.
Many a man with chest was throbbing for the blessed warming light.
Bars 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 14th, 2016.
I'm Harold Covington, and this is Radio Free Northwest.
Well, it's Bastille Day in France today, but don't worry, I'm not going to play La Marseillaise again.
Instead, we'll hear from a newly arrived Northwest migrant.
Hey, this is Bill.
I wanted to give you guys an update on my move to the Pacific Northwest.
And right now, I've got all the stuff I needed to throw out, thrown out, stuff I needed to take to the scrapyard, scrapped.
And tomorrow morning, I'm going to load my stuff into the back of my truck, and I am driving approximately 2,086 miles from where I am now in Texas, Austin, Texas, to the Pacific Northwest.
And I'm gonna give you guys updates and whatnot.
If something interesting happens or I see something cool or I think of something worth saying, I'm gonna follow up.
So there you go.
So I'm on the way and I hope you're making your plans too.
Okay, it's a few days later and I now have my truck loaded up.
Took longer than I thought it would.
I did have to triage.
Wasn't able to get quite everything that I wanted to.
But most of it.
So here I go.
Slightly less than 2,100 miles.
And it's going to take approximately 31 hours of actual drive time.
I figure I'll have to rent at least one hotel room, maybe two.
I'm currently driving through Wyoming.
It's taking me longer than I first anticipated.
The shop that I'm going to is not ready yet, so I'm just taking my time.
I thought I was only going to get one, maybe two hotel rooms.
Turns out I'm going to get three.
But anyways, Wyoming's nice.
There's a lot of hills, mountains, and grass.
More grass than anything else.
But it's very pretty.
And speed-wise, I'm only averaging about 55 miles per hour to save money on gas.
I've got about 11 hours of drive time left.
I'm going to do most of it today.
Get a hotel room tonight.
So when I get up tomorrow, I only have about 3 hours left to go to get to where I'm going in the homeland.
So I hope to see you guys there too.
Hey guys, this is Bill.
I just wanted to send you a little report about my findings in the homeland, in my new area where I'm living now.
And it's great.
You know, it's really beautiful.
It's definitely a lot nicer than Texas in terms of visuals.
And I got a nice shop here.
A lot of square footage for a lot less than I would have had to pay in Austin.
And I think the business will be more than adequate to pay for it.
I think that this is a chance to be a part of something historic, something that people often won't get a chance to do for many generations in a row.
We have this opportunity.
It is a long shot, but the way I'm looking at it is, I come up here, I live my life in a great area around mostly white people, which is what I wanted.
So even if this doesn't work, it's still a win for me on a personal level, and it can be for you too.
The trip up here was very scenic.
A lot of mountains.
Easy to pass in the summertime.
Lots of nice little motel rooms along the way.
Nice small towns that have a historic feel to them.
I pared down a lot in terms of the stuff I owned to get here.
Not that I had to sell everything off to make enough money to get here.
It's just that I wanted to travel light and get into my new shop here quickly.
I was talking to a couple of guys here who are working on my shop, construction worker type dudes, and they're totally on board with the Mark Levin, Michael Savage level of talk radio.
Both of those guys are Jews, granted.
But Mark Levin, he actually says over the public airwaves that the government, our government, is coming after white people.
So if these two guys are on board with the Mark Levin level of talk radio, they're only a couple of steps away from being where we're at.
So like I said, it is still a bit of a long shot, but those odds can change.
Those odds can definitely improve.
Is this thing going to work?
I'm not sure.
But I know if we work it, it will improve our odds dramatically.
Okay, a lot of stuff this week I want to natter about, but as I will probably do virtually every week for the next three and a half months, I'll begin with a quick commentary on the presidential horse race, although as of today, Monday the 11th, there's not much to talk about.
We're in a kind of a holding pattern until next week.
Everybody is waiting on the two party conventions now.
The Republican convention begins one week from today in Cleveland on July the 18th, while the Democratic convention starts in Philadelphia two weeks from today on July the 25th.
Both are supposed to last for three days, and given what's been going on of late, it looks like we're in for two weeks of the most entertaining television and internet imaginable.
Not to mention, screaming, hysterical, lefty loon bloggers and pundits on the net.
I really hope Trump survives the rhino knives that are out for him in Cleveland and wins through to the nomination because the howls of hatred and terror from Salon and the Hufflepuff will be almost as exquisite as if he'd actually won.
Plus, I really, really want to see the Donald and the Seahag throw down head-to-head for three months and tear this whole rotten house of lies to pieces.
Which, in fact, may be why certain parties within the power structure and the ruling elite are trying to cool things down by knocking out at least one of the candidates.
The people who rule us are evil sons of bitches, to be sure, but they're not complete fools, at least not all of them, and I think a few of them probably have enough sense to understand that this Trump thing could get so bad that it could slip out of control and their wealth and power might actually be endangered through unintended consequences.
First off, I need to point out that it is...
It's possible that neither of the two frontrunners will be nominated.
Bear in mind, it's not just the Bernie bros who are really pissed off with the Hildebeest and wish they had a better and more normal Democratic candidate.
And we may end up with two candidates whom most of us probably won't even have heard of, at least not recently.
My guess would be that in the unlikely event Hillary gets done in through some backroom intrigue at the convention, it would be Joe Biden and Elizabeth Warren.
The big mystery is who the Rhinos intend to try and airlift into Cleveland to receive the stolen goods in case they succeed in diddling Donald Trump.
Either they don't know themselves, or they may be keeping it really tightly under wraps.
I wouldn't be at all surprised to see some kind of coup attempt from either Jeb Bush or Ted Cruz.
I say this is possible.
I don't say likely.
Right now, if I had to lay bets and give odds, I'd say both Donald Trump and the SEHAG will survive the challenges of their respective conventions, and the first week in August, the grand rollercoaster ride will begin.
I think.
It's possible I may be wrong.
I'm more likely wrong about Trump, who's going to have a much harder row to hoe at his convention than the SEHAG.
Now, we know that there is a definite coup attempt being planned at the Republican convention by Rick Wilson and the neocon rhino crowd to try to deny Trump the nomination that he's clearly won.
Whereas, in Hillary's case, it mostly just looks like the Bernie bros are going to throw a massive hissy fit, possibly in the streets because they're so pissed off at the way the Hilda Beast has fixed and rigged everything in advance, including, apparently, her own FBI investigation.
This may lead to some neat optics of lefty loons getting their heads bashed in by cops, even if it's nigger cops.
Philadelphia is a black-ruled city, for those of you who didn't know, and almost as much of a basket case as Detroit or Jackson or Newark.
Excuse me for quoting Rush Limbaugh here.
I don't want this show to become some kind of clone or echo of what he says, but I have to admit that once again El Rushbo seems to have hit the nail on the head.
What Wilson and his rhinos are going to do at the convention to kick off their attempted coup d 'etat is they're going to try and get the convention rules committee to agree to a motion for a rules change, specifying that the convention delegates are no longer pledged to vote for the candidate who won the most votes in their states and are free to quote-unquote vote their consciences.
Their consciences, of course, being formulated by whoever offers them the most money.
In other words, you know that whole year-long Republican primary election series, the one that started with 16 candidates last year, and which has expended God knows how many hundreds of millions of dollars and wasted God knows how much of everybody's time since last August?
They're going to wipe all of that out as if it had never happened.
The whole thing will become a massive exercise in pointlessness.
The Republican convention will then dissolve into a kind of bubbling tar pit of corruption and bribery and wheeling dealing and threats, and probably a little low-level violence, as in the fist-fighting and chair-throwing type, kind of like the WWF, and the whole thing may well resolve itself spectacularly with Trump's assassination on the convention floor, Julius Caesar-style, as Rick Wilson and Irving Kristol run up and stab him with sushi knives or whatever.
If it's purely a matter of money, then Jeb Bush will probably be able to buy the most votes, but I wouldn't count Ted Cruz out.
He is a slimy little weasel.
If Trump loses the nomination because of all this jiggery-pokery, whether he runs as a third-party independent or not, which he probably will, that's the end of the Republican Party because it'll mean the complete loss of their base for all time.
I mean, why would any white person or anybody else bother to vote if their vote isn't going to mean anything?
And the results of the primary elections are simply going to be ignored.
Trump may form his own sort of pro-white third party, which may even last a couple more elections, and that would be a very interesting opportunity for us to get involved with that and make contacts, but I suspect elections as a whole are going to become increasingly irrelevant in any case under the presidency of the SEHAG.
I think after eight years of her, this country will literally not be recognizable anymore.
They probably won't even bother with elections anymore.
They'll just decide they're going to sit down and change the Constitution by executive order or something.
God, who knows?
The Democrat convention may also get really nasty, as the Bernie Sanders crowd has already booked all the available campsite space in Philadelphia.
They're calling their protest movement Occupy the DNC after Occupy Wall Street.
I guess no one has let any of these pajama boys in on the secret that the original Occupy Wall Street was in fact nothing but an arm of Obama's 2012 re-election campaign.
You may recall that it disappeared completely after the last election.
But I guess some of these little budding Che Guevara's didn't realize that they were being used by the Democrats.
Well, one way or another, all the fun starts in another week.
Yeah, I know.
The cop shootings in Dallas and the Hillary FBI thing.
I'll get into that in a bit.
Right now, music break.
Alright, I told you that I wasn't going to play La Marseillaise again for Bastille Day, but the fact is that Tuesday is the glorious 12th in Northern Ireland, and every year I always play some loyalist music on the show, as close as I can get to the date itself.
I have never denied or tried to get around the fact that there are two sides to the situation in Ireland.
And that there are a substantial number of people in the northern part of the island who consider themselves to be British.
They're the only ones who do, but that doesn't matter much when you're willing to fight and kill and die to maintain an idea.
And the Irish on both sides have always fascinated me because they seem to have retained that unique character trait of our people for so long after it's been socially engineered out of the rest of us.
To fight against the new wave of invaders as long and hard as they fought against the White Ones for the past 800 years.
Anyway, the Ulster Volunteer Force, or UVF, is the Protestant equivalent of the IRA in the North.
They were founded in 1912 by a man named Sir Edward Carson, and they did a lot of saber-rattling until World War I broke out, and then they obediently tuddled off to the trenches and to that abattoir at Gallipoli and other places where they were slaughtered in the tens of thousands to show how loyal they were to the British crown.
In reward for which, the British crowd has been trying to dump them into a united Ireland ever since.
The UVS had among its ranks such luminaries as Gusty Spence, Squeak Seymour, Michael Stone, and Lenny Murphy and the Shankill Butchers, which kind of sounds like a rock group, but they weren't.
During the Thirty-Year Troubles, the Protestant or Loyalist paramilitaries of various tribes actually accounted for a lot more IRA and Sinn Féiners than the British security forces ever did.
So this is a UVF song.
UVF song.
The heroes of the UVF.
Glory, glory to the Red Hand.
Glory, glory to our home man.
Glory, glory to that gallant man.
The heroes of the UVF.
From the richest to the poorest.
From the East and from the West.
They'll fight because of hosts.
Until they draw their dying breath.
They'll blast their wit through their eye.
A ritual, there's not to rebel left.
The heroes of the U.V.A.
Glory, glory to the Red Hand Glory, glory to our homeland Glory, glory to the Northern Land The heroes of the U.V.A.
Now you've heard the major oil and pretend enjoy long Corporal Jay McGregor from the hearts of Belfast And every loyalist listener in the Krummer and Goldcash The heroes of the U.V.A.
Glory, glory to the Red Hand Glory, glory to our homeland Glory, glory to the Red Hand
Glory, glory to our homeland Glory, glory to that other land The heroes of
the U.S. The heroes of the
U.S. Tonight I'm going to be discussing Blood and Culture.
Now, this is an academic book written in the APA psychology style by Cynthia Miller Idris.
This is a study dealing with national identity and collective pride among German students.
And these are students aged between 15 and 25, and this study took place in the mid-2000s, around maybe 2008 or so, 2006, around that time data was being gathered, maybe around 2004.
To better understand these questions of identity, it would be first necessary to discuss the history of German citizenship.
One of the most important citizenship laws was the Reich Citizenship Law of 1913.
And this was a law that established or dealt with the idea that being a descendant of Germans makes a person a German citizen.
And also, another law that's really important is the Basic Law, which confers the right of return.
And this is a law stating that if your family were German citizens before 1937, then the descendants of such families are allowed to return to Germany and be citizens.
Now, these Germans were somewhat more lenient as far as citizenship.
They did recognize citizenship by descent, but they also recognized citizenship by residency of parents at time of birth.
When the wall came down and the Soviet Union collapsed, many Germans that were living in the East, and by East I don't only mean the former East Germany, but also the Baltics and places like Poland and the former Soviet Union, decided to enact the right of return.
And this actually made for an awkward situation.
Because you had non-citizen guest worker Turks who often spoke German better than the returning Germans who had been away in some cases for many generations and who sometimes didn't even speak German at all.
Now, this led to...
Modifications in the citizenship law allowing immigrants and children of guest workers a pass to citizenship after a period of residency so long as certain criteria were met.
Now, it's also important to note that Germany does not allow dual citizenship.
This writer is also mindful that various generations of Germans have various reactions to citizenship.
Now, those who came of age in the 50s were essentially too busy rebuilding to be concerned with national identity issues, which were, in any case, unfashionable by that time.
The famous late 60s generation, the 68ers as they're often called, really wanted to renounce Western culture.
So they were just like the hippies in the United States, renouncing the West.
And in the case of Germany, they really called out West Germany as being a hotbed of former national socialists, as did the East Germans.
Then those who came of age in the 90s were experiencing a return to normalcy, and they started attempting to express pride.
There were various acceptable and unacceptable avenues for this expression.
One acceptable avenue would be the idea of constitutional patriotism, and this was the idea of being proud because of the post-war constitution.
Now, another example of acceptable pride would be to marble at the economic progress that had been made since the war.
While West Germans were essentially renewing the concept of collective pride, there were East Germans who were old enough to recall the GDR who were allowed to have pride because they were considered communist pioneers, who, when they were able to rejoin West Germany, started to view pride as something that had been taken from them because there was no longer a basis for the former pride of being a pioneer in communism.
This author acknowledges that there were many students within these three vocational schools that she studied who were in sympathy with the movement.
The author also points out that, contrary to stereotypes, many of the individuals that were most involved in the movement are either individuals who are employed or students and apprentices who had good employment prospects.
The author also points out that the German legal system does distinguish And radicalism.
So extremism is when laws are actually broken, whereas radicalism is somebody who might be an activist, but I suppose they're essentially a propagandist who is able to stay within the law.
So in this school system, of course, we have teachers who oftentimes are liberal themselves and oftentimes 68ers.
During the time of this study, at least, who were very baffled at how to counter this trend of radicalism and nationalist pride among German students.
Although the writer does note that younger teachers were somewhat more open to pride.
It is important to note that teachers who are employed by either the state or federal government, and really all of them are in Germany, They're really duty-bound to oppose the far right.
As a result of this, particularly the more liberal teachers will often use tactics to make German students question their own ethnic identity by pointing out how all Germans will have a non-German relative somewhere in their lineage here or there.
Teachers also argue that Germany as such has only existed since 1871.
And the author also cites scholarship that really argues that the 1913 The idea of Germanness is somehow biological, is linked specifically to Prussianism.
Prussianism is an interesting concept.
The thing about Prussia was that it became very influential for Germany, the idea of national character within Germany and the militarization of Germany when the various German states became organized because the Prussians had a militaristic culture.
And of course, any country that gets organized is going to have a military.
And so this idea of Prussianism really infused Germany was a kind of unity and...
National character that we now think of as a collective German character.
Now, in contrast to this influence of Prussianism, the author prefers regional cultural and linguistic habits and circumstances as being a better guide to who should be considered German.
Of course, this teacher, this psychologist, spoke to various German students and got various answers about who should be considered German, and of course, things like linguistic competence, cultural assimilation, and financial independence so that a person would not be dependent on state welfare.
All factored in in important ways.
However, students who were openly right-wing were honest enough to admit that it would be easier to accept a European who could blend in with Germans than an individual whose racial and ethnic traits would make them outliers.
And indeed, this has really been the case since the Wens became assimilated into German territory, and the Wens were and are essentially a Slavic people.
The other point that I would, of course, make, and doesn't seem to be made in this book, that, after all, the radical rightists, and the author does mention this, but she never really develops the idea, are essentially biological racists.
And because of that, our movement, of course, contains many non-Germans.
Now, I really have many thoughts about this book, and I really can't help but opine.
In the final analysis, I would say that in order to really be a German, an individual must view history through a German lens.
Now, in order to do this, one would have to be perceived as German by others.
So if a person is, for example, North African, but certainly if they're black or brown, something like that, clearly they're very different from Germans.
So, to be blunt, I simply do not experience life as Germans, so even if they live in Germany and root for a soccer team, they really can't be German, not psychologically and not physically.
Now, of course, not all European-descended people are Germans, but first of all, in order to be German, you have to be physically European, and to deny this is really insane.
So, obviously, I disagree in many respects with these.
New laws that allow these guest workers to become citizens.
This book is interesting, but unfortunately somewhat dated, and that's always a danger with any type of book, because things are much worse today, obviously, with the refugee crisis, and there's even been talk of civil war breaking out in Germany.
So, and perhaps in Europe, some say it might break out in England before it breaks out in Germany.
Certainly we do live in interesting times.
Now a large part of me, when I think about the questions, these issues in the movement, there is a part of me that...
Agrees with Edmund Lowell of the Arcofuturists and the Malta Group, who talk about Europe as rising of its own accord and says that the Americans and so forth, being out in the hinterlands, really are not going to cause a revision of the West or a revising of the West.
But I agree with that partially because I think about Germany as really sort of a holy land, a land of Hitler and Nietzsche and Wagner and all this great history.
I just say, well, what can, what do we have in any way to advise the Germans?
You know, we're so...
Lacking in that sense.
But when I look at this situation, and I look at the presidential candidates, and I look at someone like Trump versus a globalist like Hillary, I just, I don't know what to do, and I know it's a desperate measure, but I think that I should vote for Trump.
So at any rate, and I, of course, I don't know if that's true or not, that might just be me being desperate, but if there's a civil war, who knows, maybe he'll help the rebel forces.
And I'm almost hoping that there'll be a civil war in Germany, because otherwise Germany is not going to exist.
It's just going to be a third world country.
So I hope you enjoyed this review, and I thank you very much for listening, and hail Victory, comrades.
We're going to do what they say can't be done.
We've got a long way to go, and it's short time to get there.
I'm Westbound just like a band that runs.
If you put hard on the pedal, some never mind it breaks.
Let it all hang out cause we gotta run.
Greetings, comrades.
This is the trucker coming at you from Still Clackamas, Oregon.
I'm just going through my Facebook page, and it's totally disgusting.
It's filled full of Seattle's gay pride crap.
I mean, I know I keep talking about how great the Northwest is, but we have the...
I mean, I swear it's about as bad this time of year as it would be all year long down there in the San Francisco Bay Area.
The faggots just come out and are waving their disgusting rainbow flag and marching through the streets and just having a heyday.
Oh, how I can't wait.
For the revolution to happen and be able to get all these disgusting, perverted, sick individuals the hell out of here and back to America.
This is total pollution of the homeland up here.
So it would be really nice if you all would do your scouting trips and then your migration.
We can displace.
This disgusting filth that is contaminating the land up here and push it back out to where it belongs in the faggotized, niggerized rest of the country where they can just have a ball.
I haven't seen much in the way of Mexican flag waving up here.
I'm not going to be home for the 4th, so I didn't bother trying to go and do like a few other people on Facebook that I follow are doing, ordering their Mexican flags and ISIS flags and plan to take a video of burning them on the 4th of July.
But who knows, I might end up doing that in the future.
But anyway, it's a nice, lovely...
Gorgeous day up here in the homeland.
Nice and sunny.
Don't see any clouds.
It's, what, a little after 8 in the morning and it's getting up into the whole whopping 60 degree, mid-60s range.
With a slight breeze blowing, it's just a gorgeous day.
With the exception of the faggots and the BLM people.
So, anyway, this is the trucker coming at you from the homeland with another little tidbits from the road.
My thoughts.
So, hope to see you.
On the road, making your scouting trips and your migration up here.
Alright, have a good one, comrades.
This is the Trucker, signing off.
Greetings, comrades.
This is the Trucker coming at you from the Columbia River Gorge on the Washington side of the Columbia River.
Just went through eastern Washington, a big growing area of this area up here.
It's July 1st.
Nice sunrise coming up behind me, and I thought I'd touch base on a couple other opportunities for employment up here in this area that you might want to mull over if you're into that kind of thing.
And also, if you're looking for recreational activities, boating and stuff, I'm going to be going through the big windsurfing area up here shortly, especially in the summertime.
The windsurfers just love this area because the wind just comes howling through here, blowing from the seaward side out the west of here from the ocean.
It gets funneled right up the Columbia River Gorge and they get some pretty good white caps out here on the Columbia River.
I forget what you call it.
I'm drawing a blank here, sorry.
But I see more and more of the solar panels popping up on roads and stuff where people are trying to reduce their electric bills and or going off-grid.
So that might be a business opportunity you might want to look into if you're going to be...
Where you should be moving to this area.
And if you're looking for employment, we have a bunch of wind farms.
Not so much over there in the Pugetopolis area where I'm at, but down here on both the Washington and Oregon side by Big Junction there in Oregon.
If you're looking for it on the map, just look for US-97 where it comes down out of Yakima and crosses the Columbia River.
There's wind farms all on the ridgetops on both sides, and they always need maintenance and stuff.
So, just thought I'd throw that one out there.
So, anyways...
I'm just enjoying a nice drive along the Columbia River Gorge here on Washington 14 on the Washington side of the river.
It looks to be a nice, gorgeous day.
I've got to go on.
Deliver a load over in Portland later on this morning, and then run off to Seattle, pick up a load of seafood, and head for Virginia.
So, this is the trucker signing off from the Columbia River Gorge.
Hope to see you on the road, making your migration and scouting trips out here to the homeland soon.
Rats, take it easy, for all of a sudden.
We're around the night, 18-year-old men.
We're going to do what they say can't be done.
We've got a long way to go, and a short time to get past.
I'm Chris Bound, just watch a bandit run.
We're going to do what they say can't be done.
Folks, I honestly cannot remember if I have played this one before.
If so, I apologize.
Anyway, this is more Q. You failed me again.
In Ferguson.
That riot was nothing compared to last year.
Man, it's not our fault.
Them popos was onto the teeth.
Yeah, Mr. Soros, what are we supposed to do?
Die for your cows?
You'll do whatever I tell you to do, Schwarzen.
*Hum*
I know that your power's of redemption.
Are as fat as Chris Christie's backside.
But Schwarz are not.
Pay attention!
You're speaking to one of the tribe.
It's clear from your 85 IQ.
You can't organize on your own.
But with my cashbacking dinos like you.
I can keep the chosen on the throne.
Fall in line and go tweet Black Lives Matter.
Fall in line and set your town ablaze.
We'll create the safe space by ending the white race.
And what do we get, fam?
More money for programs.
They slaughtered Portray, so get behind the ray.
And don't look at who owned the slave walls.
Just hell case and the white man's decline.
Fall in line!
Yeah, man!
We'll fall in line!
Wait, why?
To dismantle white privilege.
Why, a white spittlesome?
No, they've oppressed your people.
And mine, too.
Yeah, fuck the white man!
Black world, black world, la-la-la-la-la-la!
Crocs us!
There won't be a black world!
Wait, but you said...
The chosen will remain pure.
March with us.
And you'll never lose welfare again!
I'm not loving you, but this song is you, I'm not loving you!
Blackout battle!
Blackout battle!
He's right there with something connected With a matcha with friends and his head Of course, with pro quo you're expected To remain subservient to me
Don't ever speak ill of a Jew!
Fall in line for the end of the white man!
Fall in line for his daughters and wealth.
Our cultural Marxism created a schism.
Centuries of pogroms is why we'll dethrone them.
The chosen ascendant with every descendant of white men deprived of his spine.
But for now he's on Twitter and whine.
Fall in line.
Yes, for now, get on with air and wine.
All in line.
All in line.
Man, we're the real Jews.
That's right!
Now, this is a group called, appropriately enough, the Bitter Loyalist Band.
The song is called Six Counties.
There are six true counties in Ulster Where they're made by the blue flags that flies Where men wear the sash of their father On the twelfth day of July I love to see carried fairies Where Prince
William first left the shore Flying in the year 60, 90 Remember them evermore They can keep their hope in home With the priests and all their nuns Along with all those rebels And all their bombs and
guns Lock the gates behind them And let them howl and cry For we're gonna praise the party On the twelfth day of July Can keep their hope in home Can keep their hope in home With the priests and
all their nuns Along with all their nuns Along with all their nuns Along with all those rebels Along with all those rebels And all their bombs and guns Along with all those rebels And all their bombs and guns Along with all those rebels And all their bombs and guns Lock the gates behind them And let them howl and cry And let them howl and cry For we're gonna praise the party For we're gonna praise the party On the twelfth day of July And they can keep their hope in
home With all of the priests and guns Along with all those rebels And all their bombs and guns And all their bombs and guns Okay, I promised you guys some comments on the Hillary Clinton FBI thing and the Dallas cop shootings, which is going to be a bit hard because so much has already been written and said on both of these topics.
And a lot of what I have to say isn't really original with me, but here goes.
The Hilda Beast first.
Last week I was speculating that maybe the meeting in the government jet on the tarmac in Phoenix between the shuffling old Peckerwood and the mulatto woman was some kind of Byzantine effort on the part of Billy Boy deliberately to create an appearance of impropriety in order to totally gum up the works and knock the whole investigation of his wife back to square one and necessitate the appointment of a special prosecutor, thus kicking the can down the road for a year or so.
Well, at any rate, certainly past the November election.
Well, in view of subsequent events, maybe this time I was the one who was overthinking things and who should have remembered Occam's razor.
The simplest explanation is usually the correct one.
Like Freud said, sometimes a cigar is just a cigar, and sometimes things are exactly what they look like.
This looks like an act of straight-up bribery, wherein, according to leaks in the liberal media, which you may take or leave as you choose, Clinton promised Loretta Lynch that she would stay on as Attorney General and get a bump up to the Supreme Court, first vacancy that opens up.
Perhaps, in fact, Justice Scalia's seat, which is still open.
It could be that Billy Boy and the Lynch woman knew perfectly well that there were reporters cruising in the area and, for some intricate reason of their own, decided that they wanted to be detected and the meeting was leaked.
Or, my guess would be that they just plain didn't care.
Okay, so Billy Boy flat-out bribed the Attorney General of the United States to sabotage an FBI investigation.
So what?
Who gives a damn?
He's Bill Clinton, and he and his vile spouse have full immunity on anything and everything they care to do to anyone, and nobody is going to do a damned thing about it.
By the way, if there was ever any doubt at all as to whose pocket the Federal Bureau of Investigation is in, I think this ought to settle it.
This is the same FBI that sent a small army of gun thugs to Oregon last January to shoot down an old man in the snow, but which can't be bothered even to interview the prime subject in a treason and espionage case until a week before the director stands up in front of the media and clears her in public.
Jesus Christ on a raft.
It's come out that they didn't even put the vile crone under oath or keep a transcript of her answers to the question.
I mean, why the hell did they even bother?
What kind of interrogation doesn't even keep a transcript?
Hell, they do that in Guatemala.
So, the beast is now in the clear, and Bernie Sanders, who had been hanging on in hope against hope that the bitch would be indicted and somehow forced to drop out of the race, is now totally and finally screwed.
There was an article on Drudge today, which I haven't read yet, to the effect that he is now sullenly making his peace with the sea hag, and so he will presumably be doing his best to ensure that the Democratic Convention becomes a coronation for the hag.
This is the system we live under, people.
Total corruption from top to bottom.
America the beautiful.
Now, the Dallas cop shooting thing is once again something that has been talked to death.
But I did see one interesting point brought up by a left loon blogger.
The nigger in question was blown up by a bomb-carrying robot that rolled into where he was hiding and exploded.
Let me explain right off the bat that I have no problem at all with that decision and I would have made the same one had I been in charge.
The animal had tasted human blood and it had to be put down.
But the thing is that this was not a case of exchanging shots in a firefight or even a police sniper firing in order to take out somebody who's threatening hostages.
This was an instance where, although the Monkoid was armed, there was apparently no immediate physical danger to anyone.
And somebody in the police command made the decision, okay, screw this, we're just going to kill him.
This left loon blogger I mentioned actually was aware of the National Defense Authorization Act of 2011, which is unusual.
Most people left and right don't even know that it exists.
And he correctly described this episode as an extrajudicial execution.
So you see, I'm not making all this stuff up.
Like I said, in this particular case, I have no problem with it, but I'm concerned about the precedent it sets.
My understanding of the NDAA is that the president himself, or quote-unquote competent federal authority, are the only ones who are allowed to sign off on a kill order.
Now, they're not very clear as to exactly what constitutes competent federal authority, or if they are, I haven't heard anything about it, but I'm pretty sure that does not include local county mounties in Dallas, Texas.
So...
Was this execution NDAA authorized?
Did the Dallas police check with anyone in the federal government before they did it?
If so, who?
Was any transcript or official record kept of this interaction?
Considering that no transcript was kept of Hillary Clinton's interview, I would imagine not, but still, it would be nice to have a name and get some idea of exactly who among our lords and masters, or ladies and masters, has the authority to bestow the kiss of death on someone without formal charges and a trial.
Or did some senior Texas cop who thought he was Chuck Norris just say to hell with it we're going to kill this coon and never mind the consequences?
Not that there's likely to be any consequences given the circumstances.
There never are in this society.
But suppose next time it's not so cut and dried.
Suppose next time it's a white man.
And the time after that it's just some guy who pisses off a cop.
Now there is such a thing as a slippery slope.
Moving right along here, for some time now I've been commenting about the desire of the white community for some kind of man on a white horse to emerge and wave his saber aloft and holler charge, and no, don't worry, I'm not going to play that audio clip from Teddy in Arsenic and Olase again.
This desire for a magical and all-powerful savior of some kind, either religious or political or military or scientific, depending on one's bent, but someone who will do it all for us.
And all we have to do is fall down on our knees in a door.
Now this seems to be a very white phenomenon.
God knows we get it often enough in our wee little movement.
It's a historic fantasy, one by no means restricted to our time and place.
Although we do have a few modern variations which are peculiar to our time and place.
Now periodically I make jokes about people who want the mother ship to descend and take us all the way to a new solar system where we can live happily ever after.
And never, ever be forced physically to confront and overcome our racial and political and economic problems.
We will never be forced to face down and physically defeat violent and threatening blacks or browns in combat with weapons.
Most especially, we will never be forced to confront and deal with the United States and its armed men.
Those bad men who might hurt us and put chains on us and shout at us and be mean to us and make us feel bad about ourselves and expose us to public shaming.
Now, if you'll allow me a 1984 analogy, the white American of today seems more afraid of the two-minute hate than he does of the torture cells in the Ministry of Love.
But I'm not really joking.
This pathology is quite real.
There are those who do believe that E.T. is going to come down out of the sky and save us all in some way or other, or else just change the whole equation so we don't have to worry about all this bad stuff.
No kidding, there are actual UFO cults, wherein Deus Ex Machina Extraterrestrial Rescue has taken the place of divine intervention or salvation in religion.
The most notorious of these was the Heaven's Gate cult.
And if you'll recall, those 39 people who committed mass suicide back in 1997 were all white.
It's a common fantasy among white people who grew up watching The Matrix and living on the internet.
And the higher tech white society has become, the more prevalent the ET intervention obsession has gotten.
Now, if you don't believe me, look up the Unarius movement on Google, kind of the original Los Angeles nut cult.
They're still around.
Ironically, Yanarius was one of the few outfits who have ever been able to get a successful Northwest migration going.
This was back in the 1970s and 1980s when Starship Ruthie was running the show.
She managed to persuade several hundred of her followers to move to Montana and live with her in underground bunkers and tunnels.
Ruthie's dead now, but I keep hearing that there's still a few of her followers out there in Montana still living underground like mole people and waiting for the mothership to descend.
I mentioned before this mentality that I find in white people today, how they remind me of those news clips back from Hurricane Katrina ten years ago with all the niggers standing on their roofs, staring upward, waiting for the white man to descend from the sky in his helicopters and save them all, whisk them away to a new land of subsidized housing and endless government checks, a new land called Houston and Baton Rouge, which is basically what they did.
In our case, it's the mothership that's going to descend and whisk all the white people away to some new Eden-like homeworld, and we will leave all these gibbering niggers below, kind of like that movie Elysium, only in our case, it's not really going to happen.
But we believe it.
We want to believe it.
We want to cling on to any illusion we can in our own minds and hearts so that we don't have to face up.
To the obvious necessity that we are going to have to change our character and we are going to have to become tough and smart and brave again.
We simply don't want to exert the effort.
And so we're waiting for Godot, so to speak.
In one form or another, in our hearts, we are waiting for the mothership.
Well, I dreamed I saw the silver spaceships flying in the yellow haze of the sun.
There were children crying and colors flying all around the chosen ones.
All in a dream, all in a dream, the loading had begun.
Flying Mother Nature's silver seat to a new home in the sun.
Flying Mother Nature's silver seat to a new home.
you you.
Hell, the Trump movement is pretty much that.
White people standing there and looking up at the skies and waiting for some miracle to come down and save them.
And make everything like it was in some dimly remembered childhood, or for younger people in some vaguely perceived world that they see in old TV series like the Brady Bunch or 80s sitcoms or whatever.
You know, we're pretty confused people.
Now, let me talk to you about Trump.
Next week, when the convention starts, he's going to be thrown into the river with the Republican piranhas, and they are going to do their best to strip the flesh from his bones.
They may succeed.
They are keeping very close to the vest the identity of the faux candidate that they're planning on trying to replace him with.
Now, I used to think it would be some backbench congressman or forgettable governor that nobody ever heard of, but now I'm not so sure.
Jeb Bush has recently re-emerged from seclusion, and he gave a media interview bashing Trump.
So it could be he's going to be basically bribed into the nominee slot if the Rick Wilson types get their rule change and render the primaries nugatory.
I suppose it's even possible that the reptilian Ted Cruz might make one final serpentine strike for the goal, but Cruz actually wants to win the election and be president.
Now, whoever replaces Trump won't win.
And that's one reason why Jeb may stay out of it.
Anyway, what I'm getting at is this.
Next week, it is possible that we may lose our Donald to some kind of backroom intrigue in a smoke-filled room, which...
Several generations ago, before the electronic media were invented, was the way that all of these things went.
A week from Thursday, this whole political landscape may be completely changed, with Trump, I assume, continuing to run as a third-party candidate, but having no hope of actually winning.
And everybody will know it.
Now, if we do get our Trump and Hillary head-to-head for three months, then it will be a thing of joy to behold, but the likelihood that funny little man is going to step out of the crowd with a gun in his hand is exponentially increased.
Furthermore, on November the 8th, we will hold a general election, and that is where the Democrats will finally be able to bring to bear their two biggest guns.
Number one.
They're teeming numbers, especially in the so-called battleground states.
You see, white people are now outnumbered at the polls before we're outnumbered demographically, and the second big Democrat gun is their hard-wired dishonesty and their willingness to do anything to win.
Always remember the five F's of the Democrat Party.
Foreigners, felons, feminists, faggots, and fraud.
Always remember that with our complex and archaic electoral college system, to gain the presidency, you only need to win roughly seven states.
The Big Five, which is California, Texas, New York, Florida, and Illinois, along with, we'll say, two of the so-called battleground states roughly corresponding to the Rust Belt.
Ohio, Michigan, Pennsylvania, and maybe Wisconsin.
For the past couple of years, the major frauds have been in Pennsylvania, where white voters were physically driven away from the polls by the new Black Panther Party, and in Ohio, where the voting machines were diddled.
Guys, I'm all for Trump, and I really look forward to watching him do his stuff, but we all need to understand and accept that barring some cosmic planetary convergence, he's not going to be president.
And if it looks like such a convergence might somehow take place, he is going to be shot dead by some strange little man whom no one will ever trace back to Hillary or anyone else in the power structure.
This is the reality.
I am worried about what will happen when that reality sets in.
We white boys are actually pretty spoiled by our upbringing and our social engineering and conditioning.
We don't handle disappointment well.
When we lose, when we can't get what we want, instead of standing up and resisting, or at least absorbing the blow and moving on like Aryan men used to do back in the days when we were men, and not overgrown adolescents, white boys today who can't get their way throw a tantrum and then they go off into a corner and sulk, all depressed and butthurt.
We can't afford to do that when Trump goes down because this is it, people.
The Hillary Clinton presidency is showtime.
We have to get this show on the road, on the road to the Northwest.
Cheer for Trump, work for his election, wear his red baseball cap all you want, and when he is gone from the scene, as he will, so depart, one way or the other.
Allow yourself to sing one sad song, but don't be like the Irish and sing it for 800 years.
Work for Trump this fall, if circumstances allow, and then be ready to pack your bags for the Northwest.
You see, We know what we're going to do now.
And 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 Underban.
Freedom.
In the north of Ireland is a cloud of fellas called Orange Man.
If I come down to you, I'll hiss you and tell me.
There's an orange man over here.
Anyhow, this is a song about a fellow who was an orange man.
In the North of Ireland, there are the bad fellows and we are the good fellows and there are big rows and parades and everything on the 12th of July every year to commemorate the crossing of the River Boyne by King Billy.
Now, we didn't care too much for King Billy and we still don't care too much for King Billy.
But just to prove we're not prejudiced, I'm going to sing an orange song.
It's about this fellow, Bob Williamson, who played a flute in this parade, and he was an orange man, but he did the unthinkable thing.
He married a papist, and he never had a day's luck since.
And the name of the song is the old orange flute.
And the name of the song is the old orange flute.
In the County Toronto, near the town of Dungannon, where Manny's eruption, myself had a hannin', Bob Williamson lived, however betrayed, and all of us thought him a stout orange blade, and the 12th of July, as it yearly did come.
Bob played with his flute to the sound of a drum.
You may talk of your harp, your piano or lute, but there's none could compare with the old orange flute.
But Bob, the disabled, he took us all in.
He married a papist called Brigid McGinn, turned papish himself and forsook the old cause that gave us our freedom, religion and laws.
And along with the latter his old ardent's flute At the chapel on Sunday to atone for past deeds Said pathers and eyes and counted his beads He laughed there sometime at the priest's own desire He went with the old flute to play in the choir He went with the old flute to play for the mass But the instrument shivered inside,
oh alas And try though he would go, it made a great noise The flute would play only The Protestant boys Bob jumped and he started and got in the flutter and through the old flute in the blessed holy water he thought that this charm would bring some other sound when he tried it again it let crappies lie down and for all he would whistle and finger and blow to play papy's music he found it no go kick the pope and
wine with her it freely would sound but one papy squeaking it couldn't be found At the council of priests that was held the next day, they decided to banish the owl flute away.
They couldn't knock heresy out of its head, so they bought Bob a new one to play in its stead.
Well, the owl flute was doomed, and its fate was pathetic.
It was fastened and burdened at the stake as heretic.
As the flames heard around, they heard a strange noise.
As the old flute still whistling, the Protestant voice.
Totally, totally.
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