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Oh, then tell me, Sean O 'Farrell, tell me why you hurry so.
Hush your vocal, hush and listen, and his cheeks were all aglow.
I wear orders from the captain, get you ready quick and soon, for the pikes must be together by the rising of the moon.
By the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon, for the pikes must be together by the rising of the moon.
Oh, then tell me, Sean O 'Farrell, where the gathering is to be.
In the old spot by the river, rifle known to you and me.
One more roar for signal, token whistle of the marching tune.
Warrior bike upon your shoulder by the rising of the moon.
By the rising of the moon.
By the rising of the moon.
Switch your eyes upon your shoulder by the rising of the moon.
Out from many a mud walled cabin eyes were watching through the night.
Many a manly chest was throbbing for the blessed morning light.
The waters passed along the valleys like the man she's lonely crew.
And a thousand blades were flashing at the rising of the moon.
At the rising of the moon, at the rising of the moon.
And a thousand days were fleshing out, rising all the moon.
Greetings from the Northwest Homeland, comrades.
It's August the 4th, 2016.
I'm Harold Covington, and this is Radio Free Northwest.
Recently, I've been going through listening to all the old RFN podcasts because I like the show that much and Harold has a lot of wisdom to offer.
When the Edgar Steele incident was going on back then, Harold mentioned the website www.free-edgar-steel.com.
I decided to go see if it was still up, and it was.
I started looking around and clicked on Blog in the top right corner, and what came up was the last picture that was ever taken of Ed, I'm guessing.
He looked absolutely terrible.
My guess is that this was taken while he was in Victorville Prison, where he was sent to die.
I was familiar with the story and how awful what had happened was, but this picture of him is worth a thousand words, and it almost made me vomit.
I was so infuriated after seeing this picture that my soul is still on fire.
I urge you all to go take a look at it.
This was a man who had a family who was dragged away from them and sent to die for no reason.
If there was any reason you could come up with, I guess it would be to scare us all.
Well, here's a message to you and a message to those who spy.
We already know that you know who we are.
You know our names and keep track of us even though we hide behind our fake aliases and fake pseudonyms.
If you so chose to, you could take us away from all that we love and those who love us just like you did to Ed.
You do this so as to frighten us.
Well, I want to tell you something.
I am not afraid anymore.
I look at my family and the young ones of it, which I love more than anything in the world, and when I think of the awful future, they will suffer because of what you've done.
It makes me want to go rabid.
I go online and read obvious facts such as that Sweden is now the rape capital of the world due directly to Muslim immigration.
When I travel home to see my family, my beautiful niece always runs to hug my legs, and I always tear up when she does this.
I then think of the government refugee resettlement program you have created that will turn this place into that Swedenite fear.
She is so innocent and I have to feel guilty because I know what future awaits her, and the many other young white girls her age that do as well.
I also fear for my even younger nephew, who will grow up to be a white man, which will even be more hated by then.
I hope that when you go to your refrigerator and see your family hanging on it, you will think about these things as I do, my friend.
When that also-beloved paycheck gets deposited into your bank account, I hope you jump with joy thinking about it, too.
This evil system you gave your soul to serve for green paper will ruin the lives of your children and grandchildren just as well as mine.
Someday, no amount of money for security-guarded neighborhoods and private schools will save you and your family from the horrors of the diversity your system has created.
Yes, you with white skin listening in will suffer this fate just the same as I will.
So to conclude, I know you know who I am, and I will never be afraid of you, because the only thing I fear is the future that my race awaits.
That takes precedence overall.
I will fight and die for this most noble of causes and the 14 words because it is more important than anything you can do to me for worthless paper.
I hope you feel sick when you think about how I will always be better than you because of this.
I'm willing to die for an ideal while you are too afraid to take any physical risk without enough money involved.
Yeah, at the end of the day, we both know which side the better men are on, don't we?
Okay, the presidential horse race has actually slowed down a bit from the long two weeks of the party conventions, although I imagine it'll rev up hot and heavy soon, maybe even without a Labor Day break.
As of Monday morning, August 1st, the Sea Hags people are still screaming about Trump being rude and mean to some Muslim character named Khan who's doing the cable news talk show circuit, calling Trump names.
I suppose we might call this latest chapter in the soap opera, The Wrath of Khan.
This bozo claims his son was killed in Iraq or whatever, and that makes Donald Trump the prince of darkness and the fount of all evil.
Now, the latest buzz is that the quote-unquote father of the Muslim war hero seems, in fact, to be connected in some way with a Democrat law firm, and dead military son or not is probably a ringer set up by the Clintons and the DNC as a propaganda ploy, but that's ongoing as of this morning.
If anything on that comes out, I'll mention it later on in the podcast.
Now, I myself pointed out on Twitter that even if this con character is who and what he claims to be, and with the Democrats that's never certain since we're now in what some bloggers call the post-factual era, but even if he is straight up, it doesn't necessarily follow that just because the one wall got blown up wearing an American uniform, the United States should therefore abolish its borders and let the whole third world come rushing in and give them all EBT cards.
But that's logic and common sense, both of which have been permanently banished from this election, not to mention banished from American society as a whole.
And one interesting development is that Donald Trump seems to be leading in most of the polls now, which is not quite the good thing it might sound like, because all polls in this society are suspect.
They're dependent on who is performing them, who is being asked what questions and how, and who's signing the checks.
This makes me wonder just what the hell our lords and masters are up to.
Now, you can basically get a poll to prove anything you want, and like most everything else, the major polling organizations are in the hands of the Liberal Democrats, who might have some long-range motive in rigging these polls, either to energize their own base, as the saying goes, and bring the rebellious Bernie bros back to heel after the old Jewish hippie was finally cheated out of his nomination by a rigged primary process at a rigged convention, or else the game might be to set up Trump for whatever little shufti of vote fraud their...
Contemplating for November the 8th.
Speculation.
I think for the first six weeks or so, we're going to be treated to an alleged Trump surge in the polls in order to rally the Democrat base and get the white people who support Trump all complacent and relaxed, saying to ourselves, hey, we got this.
Then, around late September, the sea hag will suddenly begin to creep up in the polls until by the second week in October, it'll be neck and neck, and the media will be screaming, Oh, it's so close!
So close!
Nobody can predict this at all!
Oh, no, no, no, no.
So all this will be the build-up to election night on November the 8th and one or two little fiddles of the results in Ohio and Pennsylvania and maybe Wisconsin, which is one of the last states where there are remaining labor unions powerful enough to pull off a ballot box stuff either the old-fashioned way or electronically.
These little acts of vote fraud will be very small, and of themselves, they may well go unnoticed in all the screaming and shouting, but they will give the Hildebeest that wee little boost she needs in certain key precincts to swing those rust belt states, or pardon me, battleground states, to use the media's terminology.
Always bear in mind the five F's of the Democratic Party.
Foreigners.
Feminists.
Faggots.
Felons and fraud.
Basically, the Democrats have already got three of the Electoral College Big Five.
New York, Illinois, and California, due to those states' now overwhelmingly non-white electoral population.
Remember, white people will be effectively outnumbered at the polls long before we're outnumbered on the census rolls due to all the Democrat illegal aliens and ex-convicts voting illegally with the help of local Democratic political machines like Rahm Emanuel's in Chicago, de Blasio's in New York, etc., etc.
Just because the law says that these people can't vote doesn't mean that they haven't been voting in these states for a long time now.
Remember, we're dealing with a party which...
Since November 20, 2014 is operating completely outside the law in any case, and the Democrats have discovered that they can do whatever the hell they want, and no one will lift a finger to stop them.
The Republicans had a chance on November 20, 2014, when Obama seized dictatorial powers, and they didn't just blink, they bowed down low before him.
We have a long history in this country of doing nothing about electoral fraud, even when it's truly blatant and detected.
Remember the quote-unquote problems in Pennsylvania in 2008 and Ohio in 2012?
Probably not, since the good guys, i.e.
the Democrats, won, and the media flushed it down the memory hole.
But let's leave the horse race now and move on to some housekeeping and inside baseball stuff.
Now, I get a fair number of contacts every week wanting to know how you folks can support the Northwest Front.
And I tell you to take out a second mortgage on your house and send me all the money so I can gamble it away on riverboat casinos, but for some reason that doesn't seem to go over very well.
Odd.
It worked for that guy that none of us are willing to name, lest we sin against this completely non-existent white unity that's supposed to exist, the rules of which apparently apply only to me.
Sorry, sorry, sorry.
Old habits are sneaking up on me there.
Kidding aside, I'm going to do some spaced repetition about money in a bit, and Andy also mentioned he might be sending me something about money this week, so we'll get to that.
Anyway, on a tangential subject to money, I understand that many of you are reluctant to part with your shekels to me, quite frankly, due to bad experiences you've had with other self-proclaimed white fearless leaders down through the years.
Nor can I blame you.
Over the past couple of generations, some of the men who have claimed to speak and act in the name of the 14 words have been...
Well...
Distinctly not as advertised, and we'll leave it at that.
I'm not like that.
I don't drink.
I don't gamble.
I don't engage in bizarre sexual practices with assorted flora and fauna.
I drive a 20-year-old car, and I live in a hooch.
And I don't lie except to the enemy in the line of duty.
But you, of course, don't know that.
Everybody lies so much about everything these days that my word on it means nothing, and given the way some of you have been so badly burned in the past, I get it if you're reluctant to help in one of the two concrete ways that really count.
The second being your physical presence here in the Northwest Homeland.
So, there are a couple of ways that you can help out without actually sending me money that you're afraid I might splurge on drugs, or day trading, or Fabergé eggs, or whatever the hell you're worried I might do with it.
The first is by writing and designing and printing up small items of NF propaganda, like flyers, business cards, and brochures, some of which you can send to me here if you like, and I'll pass them on to others, but the bulk of which I'd appreciate it if you would hand-distribute yourselves in bulk in your own present localities.
And by the way, make sure that you use the new post office box in Bremerton as the contact address.
The second way you can help, if you have the technical and computer graphics skills, is to set up a YouTube channel and to make and upload your own Northwest Front videos to that channel.
You don't have to be a really super-duper video hotshot guy, except from Radio Free Northwest will do for audio, while a series of still shots of Northwest graphics and imagery will do for videos.
So long as you get the address of northwestfront.org in there prominently at the end.
I've seen quite a few pro-Northwest videos online from people I have no idea who they are that are exactly that.
What I described just basically cuts from Radio Free Northwest with a few pictures thrown in for video.
I could really use some more creative and skillful videographers who can make actual movies in order to revitalize the Colonel House Memorial Academy of the Cinematic Arts, which I created after Dan Coplitz died.
The last guy who was in that finally wandered off about six months ago.
We've kind of slacked off on uploading YouTube videos in the past couple of years, although a lot of them are still up.
Now finally, guys, postage stamps.
If you're worried about sending me money that you think I'm just going to plunk down at the local liquor store, or whatever it is you're afraid I'll do with it, then send stamps.
That way you know what your contribution is being used for.
I especially can use $1 and $2 stamps, as well as as many books or rolls of forever as you feel you can send me.
I'm especially eager for some of you to get online and create some of those wonderful first-class made-to-order postage stamps using the tricolor graphics that I sent out.
Those are always a big hit, and I used to order them a lot, but then somebody ratted us out to Zazzle.com, which was the service I used to use, and they banned the tricolor as a so-called racist symbol.
Slowly but surely, the enemy is catching on to our presence.
But there are other online specialty services that will still do custom design postage.
I've ordered a few from those other services, but frankly, the shekels are getting a bit short on my end.
I sent out a whole series of about 20 NF graphics by email attachment several months ago.
But if anyone didn't get those and wants to use them for artwork on leaflets or business cards or postage stamps or anything and you want them, let me know and I'll send them to you again.
Now, a couple months ago, a comrade sent me a television series on DVD called Turn, Washington's Spies.
I was originally unenthusiastic because I figured I knew what it would be about, about how the American Revolution was really won by women and niggers.
And, yeah, there was some of that kind of political correctness, but not nearly as much as I had expected.
The acting and the script actually isn't too bad, considering that the show had to pass PC muster.
At least in the first season it was, and I haven't seen the second season yet.
They did slip in a few inconvenient historical facts, such as the fact that it was the British authorities who abolished slavery in the northern colonies in order to seize nigger laborers for the British army, so forth and so on.
And the soundtrack is not bad at all.
One of the love sequences in the show had this as a theme song.
It's an old Scottish ballad called Jocko Hazeldean, although this rendition is kind of wispy and lilac-y and, you know, 21st century pajama boy, and I much prefer the Kari Brothers' older and more manly version of this song.
Why we pee by the tide, lady Why we pee by the tide A wedgie to my youngest son
And ye shall be his bride.
And ye shall be as bright lady, say comely to be seen.
But I shall let the tears don't fall, but chuckle his again.
Thank you.
Now let this willful grief be done, and dry those cheeks appear, young Frank as chief of earth and time,
and Lord, the Langley dear, But I should let tears die and fall For
Joko Hesley A chain of gold she shall not lack, nor pray to bind your head,
Nor matter find, nor manage to know Nor power free, fresh and fair And you, for most of the more, shall ride our father's queen.
But I shall end the tears, darling, fall.
For joy, for hate, for gain.
The kirk was decked at morning tide.
The tapers clamoured fair.
The priest and bride growing way the bride.
And day and night will end.
I saw for her and bar and home.
The lady was missing She's over the border and in my The chalk of his opinion The lady was missing Thank you.
I might add that the full version of that ballad is supposed to have eight or ten more verses wherein the English settle up and ride into Scotland to recover the absconded bride and avenge their family honor, and they track the fugitive couple to some tower on the border where they kill the man fighting valiantly, and the girl commits suicide, kind of like in Lady Dizy by the Tannehill Weavers.
Hmm.
You know, I haven't played that one on here in years.
You know, I haven't played that one.
Good evening, comrades.
Tonight I'm going to be discussing The East by Fritz Schroeder.
I work on something of a self-imposed deadline, and I found this novel that deals with World War II and the Russian occupation of Eastern Germany.
This novel has a kind of Hemingway-esque brevity.
The events of World War II and its aftermath are seen through the eyes of a young boy.
And as a result, we have a narrative that is very frank, but unfortunately unoriginal with regard to the subject of the Second World War.
On the Upside, this novel does a great job discussing the simple and orderly rhythms of German farm life.
Now the characters we meet are simple folk.
We find them falling in love, settling down, and attending to the practical business of life as the situation dictates.
Now at best, this means running farms, focusing on family life, and using and understanding local resources.
Indeed, the author finds great solace in the Breckenmill farm of his grandparents.
And also, too, we see several characters who will go into the forest to collect various herbal remedies and that sort of thing.
So in that respect, we might classify this book with what you might term blood and soil literature.
Now at worst, this practical bent of the German people, when we find it in the ruins of war, does create an unflinching ability to get on with things, even when this means self-prostitution.
Now this question of self-prostitution is never dealt with by this writer.
The author proclaims that those who oppose the war are thinkers, and he discusses how the pursuit of power is wrong.
But Schroeder does not reject all militarism or all power.
In fact, in real life, the author of this semi-autobiographical novel becomes an American soldier.
Now this desire grows when he sees how much impoverished German women gravitated to the chocolate and nylons routine.
Now, in this novel, a very strong example of this can be seen when Ute falls instantly in love with an American lieutenant.
Now, this desire to be someone else is an outgrowth of the guilt issues that many white people struggle with, a desire to disappear into something else.
The author comes of age just as the war is wrapping up, and he discusses the German refugees who had to move from east to west.
Next we see the procession of the Americans, and then the British and Scottish, and then the Russians.
Now of all of these, the Americans are least affected by the war.
And so they're also the most friendly and accessible, and everyone wants to be them.
Now, the author is able to relocate to West Germany, but that evidently was not good enough for him.
And he has to become not just an American, but an American soldier, as I noted earlier.
And it's really as if he doesn't have a corps.
Now, to be fair, this author is sent to the West by his mother, which he no doubt experiences as a rejection, although it is personally better for him, of course, to go to the West.
This lack of a core seems to be true of most of the characters that we'll meet in this novel, except for the few that end up committing suicide when they find They find themselves in a personal circumstance that they cannot live with.
Now indeed one of the most heartbreaking and really or maybe the most heartbreaking story in this book is when Wolfgang sneaks away from the Russian front to go home to his wife only to discover her with another man.
Now this is really quite understandable when you realize she believes that Wolfgang has died In addition, of course, abandoning the Eastern Front is really not ideologically pure from our perspective,
but the author does make it clear that by this time, the war was really hopeless, and Wolfgang was eager to get home to his wife with the purpose of starting a family.
Of course we can all understand that, and indeed that would have been a fine thing had his efforts been successful.
Now, in keeping with the style of this work, ideology is really not an emphasis.
And really none of the characters seem strongly motivated by it, with maybe possibly one exception.
Indeed, the characters seem to be motivated by what you might term earthly needs, which are important in the personal sense, but are really non-epic.
So these are ordinary individuals who really want to live for ease.
Doing what is most convenient and best for them, with really no sense of history, martyrdom, or self-transcendent glory.
Now, the only possible exception to this may be the author's own mother, who seems to very much take to heart the racial beliefs.
And in this respect is something of a foil for her son, who seems attracted to the exotic elements whenever he is able to find them.
So at the end of the day, this unfortunate author really, in his heart of hearts, I think he wanted to just be a simple farmer, which seems to be the default desire of all whites.
But unfortunately, this true desire is not realized.
In a way, I think his true desires become hijacked, as I was saying.
Now, I had hoped that this novel would spend more time dealing with communism in Eastern Germany.
And indeed, this novel does do a fine job of portraying the shortages and also...
He attacks on small farm life because ultimately communism does really ruin his grandparents' farm.
This discussion is really reserved only for the very end of the novel.
Now this novel also lists a brief chronicle dealing with the war.
It really claims that the Second World War really started when Japan invaded Manchuria.
This novel also chronicles very briefly, but it does a very nice, succinct job of chronicling the various invasions of Russia from 1233 to 1941.
Now, one thing that is really very historically unfortunate is that Germany has always seen Russia as somewhat of a problem.
Now, this is not just a historical issue, because recently I was listening to a news program dealing with Germany, and it did state, rather briefly, that once again, Germany is going to list Russia as a potential adversary, and I'm really, I think this whole notion to be very unfortunate.
Because at the end of the day, whatever faults one might find or one might have found with Bolshevism and all of that, I really do believe in a greater geopolitical sense that the non-aggression pact really got it right the first time.
And I'm really very much a believer, as I've said before, in this whole idea of an acrofuturism and this whole notion of a Euro-Siberian imperium.
And I really think that this is the only way forward.
Now, Russia may be something of a prize with its vast resources, but the West evidently cannot take it.
It is just really too large.
And thus, cooperation is really the only way forward.
So, I thank you very much for listening to this review.
Have a good evening and hail victory, comrades.
We're about to die, 18 wheels and rolling.
Are we going to do what they say can't be done?
We've got a long way to go, and it's a short time to get there.
I'm westbound just like a band that runs.
If you put hard on the belt, some belt will bind your brakes.
Let it all hang out, cause we gotta run the band.
Number four.
*BOOM*
Greetings comrades, this is the trucker coming at you from Ohio.
This is for those of you that are actually going to move.
Not for those that are just listening to this podcast for the entertainment purposes.
A little advice from my brother.
One of his things is if he hasn't used it, and I think his time frame was a year, it's gone.
He used to have a motorcycle.
He got rid of it.
And now if he wants to go and ride, he goes and gets where he needs to.
Where he's going, be it somewhere here in the United States or wherever he's going, him and his wife are going on vacation to.
They go and rent what they're going to use.
So, those of you that have play toys that you don't use that often, be it a motorcycle, a boat, a quad, whatever.
Get rid of it.
Sell it.
Hey, use the money for moving expenses also.
The more stuff you have, weight and volume wise, the more it's going to cost you to move it.
So, whittle your stuff down.
Those of you that don't have that much and are not planning on shipping furniture, ABF, that's Alpha Bravo Foxtrot.
Trucking lines, I don't know how much they charge for it, but they go and rent little small, like, four by, say, eight foot containers that you can go and pack stuff in if you don't want to drag a trailer with you.
If you've got a little bit more stuff and you're going to be moving furniture, there's pods.
That's Papa.
Oscar Delta Sierra storage units.
They'll go and you pack it up.
They move it.
They store it until you're ready to go and empty it out.
And I guess they charge you a rental fee for it.
There's also Packrat.
It's all basically the same idea, but that way you're not driving it across.
It gets you loaded.
They truck it across the country and deliver it to wherever you're going to.
So that might be another option.
Vice, either packing the moving van or packing a trailer, if you can fit all your belongings, either a single or a double-axle U-Haul trailer.
Those are different options.
But just remember, because I've moved a few times in the Navy, and it's always so much fun trying to get these big pieces of furniture, be it a, like, say, I mean, slight exaggeration here, a 12-foot-long couch.
you're not going to get it into that little bitty apartment that you can afford to rent until you So think about that.
Also, if you don't actually need it, sell it and put the money towards your moving expenses.
And once you find a place, you can go and get the appropriate size furniture to fit wherever you're going to be moving into.
Be it a three-bedroom house or a studio apartment.
So that was my thoughts on that.
But if you do plan on towing your own trailer, please.
Please, please, whatever you do, make sure your vehicle is up to the task of coming across the country.
Make sure it's mechanically sound and has good tires on it.
And if you're going to be pulling the trailer, please do not exceed the weight limit of the tow vehicle.
You'll be able to find that in the owner's manual, or you can probably also be able to find it from the...
Toyota, a Ford, a Chevy, whatever the heck it is, they can tell you how much it will be able to tow and don't exceed that because you're just putting excess wear and tear on your vehicle and it's going to cost you in the long run.
If you have one, get rid of any lease vehicles that you have.
Go and own the thing outright.
I mean, that's as dumb as having one of these adjustable rate mortgages is leasing a vehicle.
I know it's all cool and The newest piece of equipment on the road, this nice, slick-looking car and stuff with all the nice little doodads.
But guess what?
A few years down the road, those doodads start to break, and it's going to be an electronic hellhole.
The company I drive for, I end up in a brand-new truck every year now because the wife and I run a team.
So we know all about new vehicles.
And all that, the company goes, and however they, I guess they go and lease those, but hey, they go and turn them in at about 500,000 miles, and I guess that's the best way for the company to do it, but don't do it on your own, because if you end up going over that, whatever your mileage limit is, you end up paying out the wazoo, and you had to go and...
Pay for any damages to the vehicle and all that.
So you're better off just saving your shekels and purchasing one outright.
It gets all kinds of fun trying to move from one location to another with a leased or financed vehicle and having to deal with the lease or finance company.
I never leased a vehicle in my life, so I wouldn't know.
I have financed a vehicle, and we brought two financed vehicles up from California when we moved up from San Diego area, where I was stationed at at the time, to the homeland.
And yeah, that was all kinds of fun, having to deal with a finance company.
That was many, many moons ago, so I don't remember all the hassles, but I know it was a bit of a hassle.
And they didn't want to let the vehicle out of state.
It's one of those, yeah, up yours, we're leaving with it anyway.
Whether you like it or not.
So, anyway, those were the moving tips from the trucker.
If you don't need it, get rid of it and try to scale down your assets and get them to fit in smallest space available because it will cost you less in the long run to move out to the homeland.
You don't want to get out here and have to go and store half your crap because it won't fit in whatever domicile that you're going to be.
Purchasing or renting.
So, take that into consideration there, comrades, and hope to see you on the road, out here to the homeland soon.
This is the Trucker, signing off from Ohio, on my way to Virginia, on January, excuse me, July 4th, Independence Day.
So, the sooner y 'all get out here, the sooner we can get our white land independence going.
All right, this is the trucker signing off from Ohio.
Thank you.
We'll be right back.
We'll be right back.
You know, it strikes me that we haven't had a good old-fashioned Irish rebel song on here for quite a while.
This is The Wolf Tones.
I've been re-escue afar off just in days When being just a lad like you I joined the IRA Where are the lads who stood with me When history was made?
Oh, Grandma Cree, I long to see The boys of the old brigade From hills and farms The call to arms Was heard by one and all And from the glen Came brave young men
To answer Ireland's call Was long ago We faced a foe The old brigade and me But by my side They fought and died That Ireland might be free Where are the lads Who stood with me When history was made
Oh, Ramagree, I long to see The boys of the old brigade And now, my
boy, I've told you why On Easter morn I sigh For I recall my comrades all Of dark old days gone by I think of men who fought in Glen With rifle and grenade May heaven keep the men who
sleep From the ranks of the old brigade Where are the lads who stood with me Where are the lads who stood with me Where are the lads who stood with me Where are the lads who stood with me When history was made Oh, Ramagree, I long to see The boys of the old brigade The boys of the old brigade The boys of the old brigade The boys of the old brigade
Last week I spoke of my intention to podcast a series of lectures or seminars or speeches, well, audio files anyway, on a series of very serious topics which I intend to entitle the Ghost Dance, after the ancient Indian ritual wherein all the tribes tried to resurrect their dead warrior ancestors through an act of ritual magic so that those ancestors could save them with their courage and their willingness to fight.
This is basically what we white people are doing in the face of an imminent genocide through uncontrolled immigration.
Only instead of a big magical dance, we're using electronic magic to try and somehow bring back our dead ancestors from the Dark Ages and the Southern Confederacy and the Third Reich to do our fighting for us and kill all the bad, dark-skinned people and make them go away.
We are responding to physical assault.
I noticed that we're also posting a lot of wistful pictures of beautiful young white girls, like we were a bunch of lovestruck 8th graders, without lifting a finger to save those girls in real life from degradation and death.
Now this is actually a lot more of a serious undertaking than it seems.
This Ghost Dance series will probably be the most important audio presentation I've made up until now, maybe the most important one ever.
Therefore, after some thought, I've decided not to spoil it with money talk.
I really want to shoot for something profound and memorable here with this series, and the idle rich upper classes are right about one thing.
Talking about money all the time is crude and tasteless and ungentlemanly.
One of my biggest concerns down through all the years that I've been doing this is that in my struggle to survive and stay out from under the freeway overpass and keep the rain off my head, I will come across to you like some kind of Jim Baker or Robert Tilton type televangelist.
Now, I haven't had cable TV for years, but I assume that there are still televangelists out there, so most of you will get that reference.
To a certain degree, Jim Baker and me are in the same line of work.
We're trying to pay for something that we deeply believe in by getting a little money from a lot of people on a regular basis.
I've spent a large part of my life desperately trying to raise funds for my work, and I have to be honest, I've never been very good at it.
There are those who shall remain nameless in deference to the Prime Directive.
Who are very good at it, indeed, even if they're politically and racially as useless as tits on a bull.
As you can imagine, I could tell you stories.
I've always taken the view that I shouldn't have to sing for my supper.
I see myself more as a NASCAR driver going round and round the track, and every now and then I should be able to pull over into a pit stop and yell out to my pit crew, OK, change those tires and fill up that tank and make it snappy.
To me, money is not an end, but a means.
Money is simply a tool, or rather a fuel, like gasoline in an automobile.
It's something that the car absolutely must have in order to function, to be sure, but it's only one item.
Anyway, I'm going to hold off on the Ghost Dance speeches for another week while I give this whole topic of money another going over, so that when I must refer to it during the series, you'll know what I'm talking about.
By sheer coincidence, Andy sent me a short commentary this week on the same topic.
Greetings from Seattle, comrades.
Andy Donner here to talk to you about money, specifically the party's money.
And before anyone calls foul on account of some conflict of interest, I don't receive any of the party's money and I want to keep it that way.
Because I never touch, or even see for that matter the money, I can speak objectively about financial issues.
I'm told Harold's doing something along the same lines today, and the synchronicity was entirely unplanned.
So I apologize if this ends up being repetitive.
Since you're going to get a big dose of this subject, I'm going to keep this short.
So, money.
We all need it.
Every political outfit needs it.
The Northwest Front is no exception.
One of the first things I did after contacting the party was to start making monthly contributions as requested and sending in money every time a fund appeal came out.
I'm not going to talk about how much since that's not relevant other than to say it was well above the amounts suggested.
I'm more concerned about whether or not you're all doing the minimum than bilking you for everything we can.
I realize people aren't made of money, and it's not reasonable to ask for more than a few dollars here and there.
It isn't that I don't want to, but a healthy amount of respect for the genuine sacrifice the minimum is for many of you is a good reason for the party to content itself with said minimum.
Harold frequently makes the point that we need money and boots on the ground.
I talk enough about boots on the ground that I'll leave that side of things alone for a bit.
The money issue is actually pretty important to those of us whose boots are on the ground here in the homeland because it's what we need to move forward until we can find some way to actually compel people to do what we want.
And no, that's not purely a joke.
And even when we get to the point where we break out of the bubble, the party will need a fair amount of cash flow even for basic organizing, so it's always going to be something of a concern.
Before I get very far into this, I should address a bit of classism that always seems to creep up around this subject.
From time to time, the party is accused of not really caring about people unless they're bourgeois.
In light of the remarks I've made already, it should be obvious that's not the case.
Further, quite a few of the migrants both before and after my own homecoming have been pretty low on the economic ladder.
It's worth noting that just about every single one of them worked their way up that ladder in what I consider to be very impressive ways, so that should doubly prove we're not discarding people for monetary reasons.
And I'll point out that there are more modes of economic being than poppers and the 1%.
As with so many subjects other than money, when the prospect of effort and inconvenience comes up the conversation quickly becomes irrational in an attempt to avoid honesty.
That's really the root of the accusations of classism made against the party.
Moving on, I do want to thank those of you, migrating and not, who support the party as has been requested.
We wouldn't be able to do the little bit we manage without you, and whatever else I say on here, I genuinely appreciate the assistance since it is, if nothing else, a tangible material contribution which does make a difference.
I'm in a position to see much of that come about, and I can't thank those of you responsible enough.
Further, I'm always aware of quite a few people who contribute well above the requested amounts, and this always floors me.
I can't say I know who each and every one of you are, but every time we've taken a major step towards something.
And that does happen.
It's due to you, generous lot, and you all have my undying gratitude.
That said, I want to detail some of my own experiences from where I stand as far as money goes.
Like I said, I don't receive party money and I don't want to since it keeps me objective.
And yes, as has been pointed out, I do contribute well past the suggested amount.
No, that's not me bragging, but I do bring it up as part of a larger concern.
Money is money, but time is money also.
And I don't mean in a usurious way, but that time does incur a cost because it can always be used for other things.
This means that those of us who volunteer our efforts in the homeland do make a material contribution which has some sort of monetary value.
I did a little bit of calculating this weekend, and on average, the active Puget Area Party associate, since those are the only folks I can comment on with any confidence, contribute a little over two workweeks a year to the party.
That's almost as much as the entire vacation leave for the average full-time job in this country.
Once again, I do a bit more on top of that, but that only reinforces my ability to remark.
It's also the case that, at times, some of us make major cash outlays for equipment or other projects which require significant capital to get going, and I'm quite happy to do so since I'm not using the party for entertainment because I'm not a hobbyist.
I know of quite a few others in the homeland who have done the same thing, and they all deserve your utmost respect because they're not hobbyists either.
And like me, they're not collecting party money.
This means that they're doing things entirely on their own without a whole lot of help.
We're all more than happy to do that, but I do need to repeat the appeal for those of you who can contribute to the party's financial well-being to begin doing so immediately.
And since I'm running long enough, given you're getting a double dose of this topic, I'll wrap it up by making one more appeal.
The party isn't here to provide entertainment or socialization.
I'm sure you're all great people and the like, but please keep in mind that time spent merely satisfying your curiosity takes effort away from the other things we really do need to get done.
It's not that we don't want to interact with you, but...
If you know for a fact it's not going to go anywhere, please be mindful of the reality that this does create a drain on our temporal and financial resources.
Hail victory, comrades.
Right, let's just call this the money talk.
I'll lay the basics out for you from the ground up here.
What the Northwest Front is engaged in is a form of politics.
Minor, radical, and peripheral politics, yes, but politics nonetheless.
Politics is about the acquisition and exercise of...
Power.
That is its sole true purpose, and anyone who tells you anything else is lying to you.
In modern human societies, there are two sources of power.
One is money, the other is the gun.
Elections are meaningless and have been since 1860 in this country and since 1945 elsewhere.
The result is always predetermined because the same basic set of people remain in power, regardless of outer label.
Remember always, burn this into your brains, folks.
The main purpose of democracy is to prevent change.
Now, we do not have the numbers of the discipline to use the gun.
And furthermore, the small number of people we do have do not possess either the physical courage or the personal competence to use the gun.
I'm not talking about some wretched, angry man-child like Dylann Roof or Craig Hicks who throws a hissy fit with a piece and whose idea of an escape plan is to get in their car and drive aimlessly until the highway patrol pulls them over because they were observed leaving the scene and it took the cops about 60 seconds to figure out who did what.
I'm talking about using the gun consciously and competently, at least up to the level of, say, the provisional IRA, as a political tool to bring about change.
As the provos did in Northern Ireland, sort of.
Even though it took them 30 years to do it.
Now, leaving aside the question of whether that kind of white male still exists anywhere at all in America, the fact is that if they do, we do not have access to them and are unlikely to get any such access anytime soon.
We're stuck with the Bundy brothers.
So, the gun is out.
That leaves money.
So, where do we get money from?
That's been suggested that the party finance itself through a series of small businesses.
People who suggest this have clearly never attempted to run a successful small business in an environment of bureaucratic Marxist socialism, such as exists under the dictatorship of Barack Hussein Obama, and which will continue to exist under the dictatorship of Hillary Clinton, which, I'm sorry to say, I believe we need to prepare for.
The NF actually operates as a legal entity of a type that I won't get into here, and the amount of state and other bureaucracy involved in registering and maintaining such entities is astonishing.
If I were trying to run this as an actual profit-making business, and I had even a single employee, the sheer amount of government paperwork necessary, especially when it comes to healthcare, is something that boggles the mind.
Most small companies actually hire other small specialty companies as contractors to do nothing except all of their government paperwork.
The dictatorship basically wants small business to fail, so that almost everyone lives in the top 100 cities and everyone is dependent either on a government check or a paycheck from a multinational corporation.
People like that in an urban environment can be controlled.
Where it does exist, the regime views small business as simply a cash cow for taxes and fees, a teat to be milked.
The only viable and cost-effective source for political funds is direct donation, which is how establishment politicians do it.
We all ought to know this, since 2016 is an especially hysterical election year, and there have been repeated media references to the so-called donor class.
To put it bluntly, our challenge is to get you people to put your money where your mouth is.
Now, a political movement can either, A, be like Ross Perot or Donald Trump's campaign, and be the personal plaything of one super-wealthy man who pays for his hobby all by himself.
Our movement kind of had that in the John Burt Society for many years, when millionaire founder Robert Welsh was still alive.
And the late Willis Cardo came pretty close to that as well, although Cardo was, of course, nowhere near as wealthy as Trump.
Or it can be method B, like Hillary Clinton, in that a political movement can be financed by extorting bribes and general chicanery.
That so-called Clinton Foundation, with all the bribes from foreign governments in exchange for arms deals and other favors, is nothing more or less than her election campaign's slush fund.
It can be done by method C, like Barack Obama, in that the politics can be financed by huge donations from a few people like George Soros and Jewish Hollywood nabobs.
Or D. It can be done like the Ron Paul and Bernie Sanders campaigns, financed by many small donations from a lot of people.
Since the Northwest Front is rather lacking in millionaire supporters right now, never mind billionaire supporters, Method D is one we have to go with.
In order to create our new homeland, we're going to have to get a lot of small contributions from many people, to the point where they mount up to the kind of capital sums we need.
I buy the buy.
The need for money in any political movement, be it the Republicans or Democrats or us or the Honey Boo Boo for Congress Committee or the Save the Dry Hump Whales campaign, always ongoing.
There is never enough money.
It's true sometimes that a fund appeal will set an arbitrary target, some like we need to raise $40,000 before Halloween to buy jack-o'-lanterns for all the kiddies, something like that.
But once that is raised, the next fund appeal or fundraising gimmick for Christmas starts.
There is never enough money.
It's always needed.
Now, you understand what I'm doing right now is I'm just telling you guys the way things are in the real world.
Now, this is where the rubber meets the road.
There is no reason...
No excuse for any white nationalist political party or movement or tendency to be underfinanced.
None at all, except the poor character of the white people that we attract.
Now, the reason for this is a very basic plan called the 10 by 1000 plan.
Any white fearless leader, spokesman, prominent personality, whatever you want to call us, can get 1000 followers on the internet pretty quickly.
Including my new Twitter followers.
Let's say our Radio Free Northwest audience is up to around 6,000 hits per week.
Although I'm sure that there's some overlap between Twitter and RFN and Northwest Revolution.
Plus, of course, there's a lot of listeners to this program who are Jewish or non-white or left-loon or SPLC or media plus 50-11 different kinds of police spies.
Some of you guys are goat dancers who want to party like it's 1999 or just general useless...
Gets, frankly.
Let's be really merciless, and let's say half of you are completely useless.
Let's say 50% of our internet readers and listeners are useless in one way or another in that they will, by their very nature, never produce a single dime in support.
That leaves us with a core group of about 3,000 fans, I guess you'd call them, by which I mean people who are white, sincere, and who wish the Northwest Front well and would like to see us succeed.
So let's call it, in our case, 10 by 3,000.
Right now, members of the Northwest Pioneer Association, which is kind of our membership group insofar as we have one, are asked for $10 per month in dues.
If every single one of these 3,000 people who listens in to Radio Free Northwest or who reads my tweets and agrees and supports 14 words would send that 10 bucks regularly, that's a monthly income of $30,000, or...
$360,000 per year.
Over a third of a million dollars.
That would be enough to maintain a proper open office facility and hire technically skilled staff that would put the NF up to, oh, Alex Jones level, technically speaking.
I know Jones has some problematical aspects.
Please spare me your emails.
Yeah, yeah, I know about the Jewish wife and I know this and that.
Anyway.
The fact is, I have to admit, I envy him the technical quality and the professionalism of his product.
He puts out good stuff.
God, I wish we were that good.
But in addition to that, we usually conduct two separate fund appeals per year over and above that, the spring appeal and the fall building campaign, in which we ask our supporters to kick in at least an extra hundred bucks.
Usually, we ask for this money for something specific.
Now, those of you who received the organizational letter know what our goal was last fall, and you know that although it took me much longer than I expected, I did achieve it finally.
So let's say 3,000 people respond to these semi-annual fund appeals and kick in $100 twice per year, over and above their $10 a month dues.
That's an extra $600,000.
and add the 360 grand from the monthly 10 buck dues, that's almost a million dollars a year income that the party theoretically could be receiving from you 3,000 or so listeners who are sincere.
Now, this is what we could be getting right now just from our existing audience.
If you guys would just do it.
That's a fighting revolutionary party.
Those are the guys that can mount their white horses and draw their sabers and yell charge.
Properly led by mature and intelligent adults, that is the Northwest American Republic.
That's our freedom, people, that you're keeping sitting there in your wallets.
Our cause is so right, and the desire for our message is so strong among white people, yes, it is, look at the way whites are reacting to Trump, that with a million dollars a year properly used, we would be on our way and unstoppable.
Just one problem, of course.
You guys aren't dropping that ten dollars in the mail to us every month.
Nor are you dropping that $10 in the mail to anyone else, for that matter.
The poverty excuse really doesn't apply in the case of the monthly dues, because, look, in this day and age, anybody can find $10 every month for a cause they genuinely believe in.
And frankly, if you really are in such bad shape that you can't afford $10 a month, then you need to step back from all racial activism and get your life sorted out, and don't come back until you're in a position to be of some use.
Look, if this was just happening to me and the NF and there was half a dozen white nationalist groups out there of whatever stripe with a material presence that indicated adequate funding that clearly came from regularly remitted party dues from ordinary people, then that would be one thing.
In that case, I would have to accept that I was doing something wrong, that it was something about me or the Northwest idea that people just didn't like.
But it's not just us.
You people aren't helping anybody with $10 a month.
Instead, you log on, you listen, and then you log off and tune in again next week.
Why?
In the name of God, what is wrong with you?
That you can sit there and watch the endless columns of brown flesh marching into Europe and do nothing.
That you can hear all around you every day the gabble of Spanish, and at every service counter or on the phone you are confronted with pigeon English and flat brown faces, and still you do nothing except post pictures of guns and Klansmen on Twitter.
I was going to put this Ghost Dance series off until January or so after the election to let all of you get the Trump out of your system and try to get over the crushing depression that you will suffer when he goes down, however that might happen.
But I am now of the opinion that it can't be put off any longer.
The time has come when white people must engage in that fearless and searching moral inventory with a view towards changing the white man's thinking and character.
I intend to see if there is any way in which mere words of mine can persuade or compel you into making the decision that you are going to change.
You are going to become a different man than you have been.
In some cases, you're going to become a man for the first time.
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 Underban.
Freedom.
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