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Aug. 18, 2016 - Radio Free Nortwest - H.A. Covington
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Oh, then tell me, Sean O 'Farrell, tell me why you hurry so.
Hush your vocal, hush and listen, and his cheeks were all aglow.
I bear orders from the captain, get you ready quick and soon, for the pikes 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, up and arching tune For your bike upon your shoulder by the rising of the moon By the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon Which rise upon your shoulder by the rising of the moon Many a man's chest was throbbing for the blessed morning light.
Farmers 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 August the 18th, 2016.
I'm Harold Covington, and this is Radio Free Northwest.
Right, we'll begin with an update on the presidential horse race.
No major developments as such, unless you want to count Trump allegedly calling for Hillary's assassination, which he didn't, but they say he did.
It's just a lot of shouting and waving of arms and fists in the air.
No substantive policy statements from either side.
The Hilda Beast is avoiding the media as much as she can and still hasn't held a press conference yet where reporters are actually allowed to ask unscripted questions.
Of course, if I had her passed, neither would I. Trump is continuing to host large rallies all across the country, filling up sports stadiums and public auditoriums with lines of people waiting outside to get in, which the mainstream media ignore.
Hillary is lucky to get 300 or 400 people to her events.
She's had a couple more health-related incidents, and there are now some really good YouTubes on the internet regarding her health sitch.
This is the soundtrack from a video by an Australian named Paul Watson, or at least he was the guy that uploaded the video.
I'll send out a link to this to anyone who wants to see it, but even the soundtrack sums things up pretty adequately.
What on earth could be the reason behind Hillary Clinton's bizarre behavior in recent weeks?
Weird seizures, psychotic facial tics, over-exaggerated reactions, coughing fits, strange lesions on her tongue.
Is Hillary on the verge of a mental breakdown due to stress or are her strange outbursts linked to a medical condition?
Is Clinton suffering from actual brain damage or are these odd manifestations just an expression of some kind of narcissistic personality disorder?
I talked privately with psychologists and psychiatrists to try and answer this question and here's what they told me.
We know Hillary fainted and hit her head back in 2012, leading to a blood clot in her brain.
In almost half of sufferers, this leads to side effects and neurological issues.
According to neurologist Dr. Daniel Kasice, Hillary has post-concussion syndrome and cannot tolerate stress-inducing environments.
Experts told me that this footage likely shows Hillary having a mild Jacksonian type of seizure.
Caused by a side effect of the blood clot.
Notice how shocked the reporter is by her behaviour.
And how Hillary tries to turn it into a joke, but then continues having the seizure.
Notice how it was triggered by several different people talking to her at once, which is a known cause of seizures.
Is this why Hillary refuses to give press conferences?
We see similar traits in this footage.
The crazy eye movements, the overreaction to external stimuli.
The weird elongated bathroom break in the middle of a televised debate, which insiders said was a flare-up of problems from her brain injury.
And do we believe Secretary Clinton will be coming around the corner any minute?
Reports that she can barely stand up after giving a speech.
the coughing fits, which is yet another side effect of strokes.
Celebrating!
Celebrating!
Well, we're starting the all-in-one campaign.
Difficulty swallowing, choking, a garbled voice.
Again, all side effects of strokes.
Guess what else is a side effect of strokes?
Spontaneous outbursts of laughter that go on for longer than is socially comfortable.
I know Bernie Sanders said that, quote, the American people are sick and tired of hearing about your damn emails.
But there are a lot of people who are not.
Well...
Including FBI officials.
Some aspects of Hillary's freakish behaviour could be explained by the blood clot, but others could be a manifestation of her notoriously unstable personality.
and even drug abuse.
Her sudden, profound and disproportionate bouts of rage confirmed by former Secret Service agents, former canine handlers, and her own campaign insiders An anonymous campaign aide told the New York Post that Hillary unleashed, quote, screaming childlike tantrums that have left staff members in tears and unable to work.
Byrne paints a disturbing picture of what he claims Hillary is like behind the scenes.
When something goes wrong, she seems to go right off the scale.
Instead of trying to fix what the problem is, she goes right to anger and berates who she holds responsible for.
Byrne told me that as First Lady, Hillary actually hit a Secret Service agent in the back of the head with a Bible.
She became angry about something.
She had a Bible in her hand.
She didn't actually throw it at him.
As he described it to me, she leaned forward and kind of punched him and hit him in the head with it.
He says the Clinton White House was like a battlefield.
And the president showed up one morning with a black eye to prove it.
They even said they had to give her, quote, chill pills to calm her down.
These outbursts are likely linked to years of persistent drug abuse.
Her susceptibility to rage whenever she's challenged would also explain the complete dearth of press conferences and why her campaign builds human walls to keep reporters away.
Hillary is also likely on the autism spectrum.
She has virtually no empathy for other people.
One expert told me that Hillary has high-functioning autism with attendant sociopathy.
We came, we saw, and he died.
This would explain the exaggerated expressions.
They're to compensate for what psychiatrists call emotional illiteracy.
Could this be why her efforts to connect with people seem so forced, so insincere?
I'm just chilling in Cedar Rapids.
There's even speculation that she could have contracted syphilis from sex addict Bill Clinton, which may explain the apparent lesion on her tongue.
Then you have the memory lapses.
Huma Aberdeen saying Hillary is, quote, often confused.
The pathological lies about being under Bosnian sniper fire.
The lies about her email scandal.
All signs of cognitive impairment, personality disorder, Or both?
All this while the Clinton campaign claims her only issues are allergies and hyperthyroidism.
Hillary could be mentally incapacitated and incapable of handling stress even before she takes on the most stressful job in the world.
Barack Obama claims Donald Trump is unfit to be president because of his rhetoric.
But is Hillary Clinton...
physically unfit to be president.
The mainstream media have now settled into what appears to be their main narrative.
And which probably will be for at least another month.
Donald Trump is going to lose.
He is going to lose big.
He is going to lose catastrophically.
He's going to take the rest of the Republican Party down with him.
And Hillary Clinton is going to do a kind of ballet dance like Tinkerbell right into the Oval Office.
And she's going to usher in the liberal paradise.
If you don't believe me, check out the Hufflepuff for CNN.
In fact, CNN has lost viewers and is now way down in third place after Fox and MSNBC because apparently the network is now nothing but 100% all hating on Donald Trump all the time.
Some of their interviewers have gotten into literal shouting and screaming matches with their own guests.
But it's not just CNN.
With the qualified exception of Fox, the media are all more or less unanimous on this narrative, and anything that contradicts it just doesn't get mentioned at all.
Not Hillary having public spaz attacks, not her emails that Julian Assange says WikiLeaks is going to release as an October surprise.
Not the dead bodies that are starting to pile up around the Clintons again.
No, no, no, no, no.
The word has been handed down from on high.
Donald Trump is going to lose, lose, lose, because all he has is quote-unquote angry old white guys.
That's the way it is because CNN and MSNBC and Huffington Post say it's the way it is.
Trump is getting some...
Tepid, lukewarm support from Fox News, but it's obviously very reluctant since Roger Ailes got expelled from his job on quote-unquote sexual harassment charges that seem to be even more flimsy than most.
Clearly, Murdoch wanted Ailes out, and when he wouldn't leave voluntarily, Rupert gave him a push.
Now, for the time being, it's just meaningless sound and fury, although with an election this weird going on, that could change at any moment.
Meanwhile, here's Gretchen.
*music*
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 a 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 To end up committing suicide when 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 really She believes that Wolfgang has died at the front.
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.
And, 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 the 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 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'll see you next time.
Thank you.
This is Rita Connolly.
This is Rita Connolly.
This is the second installment in my series of talks or lectures or seminars or however you want to designate these bits of digital audio that I call The Ghost Dance.
Named that because, like the Indians of the 19th century, we're responding to our impending genocide and extinction with acts of sympathetic magic, invoking the spirits of our warrior ancestors and asking them to rise from the dead and fight and kill our enemies as white boys are afraid to do anymore.
*music*
I'm sorry.
Let's begin with the usual ritual disclaimer.
I'm not inciting to violence or criminal activity.
I'm inciting to change because we have now reached the point where the end really does justify the means.
Okay, since it is by now as obvious as a neon sign in Las Vegas that the only way there can be change in this putrid society is if somebody gets up off their ass and physically changes things, you might say that there's no difference, but there is indeed a subtle but important difference in both message and intent.
I am not saying this to cover my ass or try to slap a legal fig leaf on of some kind.
I'm saying it because it's true.
I mean it about change.
It has to come because right now our race is vanishing from the face of the earth.
That is not acceptable.
Whatever must be done to stop that and recover white control of some portion of the earth has to be done, and it has to be done now.
As far as I'm concerned, since November 20, 2014, when Barry Sotoro abolished this country's borders with a stroke of his pen, and without even a pretense of consultation with the people's elected representatives, From that moment on, there is no longer any health or hope in the existing system.
I meant it when I said that the end now justifies the means.
What I'm trying to do is get you to make the decision to change, to participate in political, social, and economic resistance activity in some form other than words.
I want you to transform yourself into someone else, a man your great-grandfather would have recognized.
Before any of us can make this decision, we need to understand why.
With only a microscopically tiny number of exceptions, we as a group have not made that decision before this.
I'm talking about our wee little movement now.
The ones among us who know what the hell is going on and who therefore don't have ignorance as an excuse.
This series of audio talks is the beginning of a process I've said before that we have to undertake.
A fearless and searching moral inventory of ourselves.
Now, I don't want it to turn into the typical white nationalist or alt-right white boy bashing that we see so much of on the internet, where we sneer at one another because we won't go first and go shoot somebody or blow something up like ten-year-olds daring one another to do something childish and stupid.
That's not revolution.
That's Dylann Roof and Craig Hicks hissy fit stuff.
And that's not what we need.
Guys, no joke.
Do not take anything I say here as somehow urging you or giving you a permission slip to go and commit some kind of gun crime.
That is not what I am saying.
No, really, don't do that crazy shit.
If for no other reason, then too many Dillon roofs can utterly gum up the works for those of us who really are trying to accomplish something serious.
Now, as badly as most of us movement white boys deserve to be bashed, including me, that serves no purpose.
We have to take a look in the mirror and be honest about what we see there.
Now, I'm going to be saying things here that will upset and anger you, but you mustn't react like a petulant child.
You have to listen to what I say and act on it.
No, really, I mean it.
This time it's for real.
I can't be worried anymore about who I'll give offense to or whose $20 donations I'll lose because somebody thinks I'm talking about him and goes into a sulk.
It's showtime, people.
The border is wide open and the mud people are marching inland in their millions when they're not actually being given rides to assembly points in the interior by the Border Patrol, acting on Obama's orders, as some are now.
Time's up, dudes.
No more dry runs.
No more practice swings.
The borders are open.
The mud flow is coming in a wall of excrement and filth, and we have to get this right.
As with any troubleshooting situation, we first have to figure out what the problem is, only this time for real and in depth.
We can no longer pretend that the problem isn't us, not while the borders are open.
No time for that anymore.
We can't afford to slough things off with these glib excuses we've been using for almost three generations, these rationalizations to allow us to continue to do nothing.
That's one thing wherein white males are the absolute tops in the world, our seemingly endless ability to dream up cogent, logical, and persuasive reasons to continue to do nothing.
I need to be very careful because I might come across like I'm just screaming and cursing at you for being such spineless weaklings while I sit here behind the safety of my computer urging you to do things I won't do myself.
That is not in any way, shape, or form what I'm trying to do here.
But if I am not really meticulous about this, that's how it'll come off.
Now this wee little movement of ours has been around for a long time, and we've accomplished pretty much zip.
We have a whole shelf of glib, plausible...
Fessile, canned answers and template excuses for our failure that we use to fool others and sometimes fool ourselves as to why we can't get our own people to do jack shit, legally or otherwise.
That's what never ceases to amaze me.
You know, for 60 years, there have been a number of completely legal and at least partly effective tactics we could have used and some of us have advocated, but we just can't get white people to do even simple legal things.
Like kicking $10 a month to make sure that their children have some kind of future.
Now we're down to one final act that will save us.
An act that is completely lawful and which, in the long run, is personally beneficial.
The Act of Northwest Migration.
And yeah, the Northwest Front has been able to persuade some of you to come home, but so far it's only just a trickle.
Fortunately for the future Northwest American Republic, there is at the same time massive organic migration to the Northwest on the part of people whose knowledge of the true nature of things is limited at best, or perhaps gotten from people like Alex Jones.
It's the most knowledgeable and talented of our wee little movement whom we can't get to come home, and who persist in staying in their furnished apartments in double wides or crumbling McMansions in Tampa or New Jersey or Columbus, Ohio or San Marito, California.
One thing I want to mention before I proceed to discuss our character problems in greater depth than I ever had before, I understand that white people below a certain age are not really responsible for what they've become.
Because they've been socially engineered like that from birth, and many of these deep and profound character flaws are wired into them now.
I won't say hardwired because I don't believe that.
I believe that post-1970 white people can change themselves through an act of will, and that's why this series of lectures to try and persuade you to make that decision and to act on it.
However, all of that having been said, Just because it's not your fault that you are the way you are doesn't mean it's not your responsibility to fix it.
Okay, now let's start not with the character flaw so much as a few incorrect ideas we've taken hold of and in our poor character chewed it to death.
Now...
There are some ideas that I've been hearing literally for generations as to why we cannot or dare not do anything.
Picking out the ultimate excuse for the white man's lethargy and inaction during this period is hard, and there is no one single reason.
This is really a complex problem, and its causes are very diverse, if you'll pardon the expression.
One petty point that applies especially, I think, to the South, you may know that the lynchings that maintained the social order and reminded the niggers who they were and who we were pretty much stopped by the mid-1950s.
Now, this may sound really silly at first, but I think it's a valid point.
I largely blame air conditioning.
You see, it used to be that people in the southern communities escaped the heat that pretty much crushes everybody for five months out of the year by almost a Latin American lifestyle involving outdoor shade and including a siesta.
Businesses in Charleston and the rest of the South took long noonday breaks during the summer months.
I can remember my father in Burlington when I was very small having some kind of extended lunch hour and he would come home, eat lunch, and then gonk out on the couch for half an hour or so before going back to the plant.
After supper, people would go out on their front porches and fan themselves and maybe read the newspaper, and they'd watch what went on along the street and bat the breeze with their neighbors.
There was actual interaction between human beings, and then along about the mid-1950s, the first window unit air conditioners became commonly available.
Then around 1962 or so, throw in color TV, and all of a sudden, white people aren't spending the hot months outside dealing with other live human beings, they're inside cocooning in an artificially cool environment and staring into the JewTube.
Air conditioning turned the white man inwards and began the process of making him an indoor animal.
Color TV began the process of rotting his brain once he'd been driven indoors.
Another problem is a profound and overpowering defeatism that has been meticulously socially engineered into us for at least three generations now, and arguably began in the early 20th century when Jewish control of the media and the academic world was first established.
How many times have you heard words to the effect of, it's just not bad enough for people to be willing to do anything yet?
Damn it, Harold, the white man has to have his back to the wall before he'll do anything, and until that happens, it's pointless to try any kind of genuine resistance.
You know, I've been hearing it's not bad enough yet for 48 years.
In the 60s and the 70s, and maybe even the Reagan era, there was a little bit to that, although not nearly as much as we used to claim.
You know, it is possible for human beings deliberately to create social and political conditions favorable to themselves through overt action.
The Jews have been doing it for generations.
But, yeah, I can recall times when things were actually pretty good in this country, although never for me, but pretty good compared to what they are now.
I especially remember the long goodbye of the 1990s, the last good period in old American history.
I get that expecting the white man to rise up and change the world in 1973 or 1978 or 1987 or even 1996 was unrealistic, and I got it back then.
But what about now?
Well, let's take a look at today.
95 million unemployed, half of all white marriages ending in divorce and broken families.
A whole generation of white youth crushed for life under staggering student loan debts that even if they're lucky enough to get a job, they won't pay off until they're in their 40s and can no longer dare risk anything because then they'll have all the problems of old age coming at them like a freight train.
Sexual perverts now hanging out in men's rooms to prey on women and little girls.
An actual legal criminal guilty of multiple financial and national security related offenses is about To take the White House.
This morning's headline on Drudge Report was to the effect that white people are today being chased through the streets of Milwaukee by nigger gangs and being beaten and robbed as part of an anti-police riot.
Do you want me to go on?
Bad enough for you yet?
If not now, when?
Guys, really, just how bad is bad enough?
That's one major excuse that white boys have developed down through the years as reason to do nothing.
The idea that either quote-unquote things aren't bad enough or else some other kind of deus ex machina, some act of God, some kind of outside event is going to occur which will relieve us of the necessity that we ourselves do anything that entails personal risk or inconvenience.
Who knows?
Maybe aliens really will land the mothership on the White House lawn and load us all on board and whisk us away to a new home in the sun.
Maybe there will be a huge collapse of the system through the economy tanking or the stock market crashing or peak oil or some kind of plague.
Something which doesn't affect us personally, of course, or cause our own electricity and internet to go out.
Now, the big point in this act of God theory is the hope that some catastrophic event will somehow disarm and disperse the armed men who serve the United States, so we will never have to confront them.
Now, one staple of right-wing fantasy for the past 50 years has been all the mighty, heroic deeds that we will do once the Iron Heel is lifted.
Never mind the fact that most of us can't run up a flight of stairs, but we'll get into that right now.
But just imagine mobs of plundering niggers from the city, invading North Koreans or Iranians, armies of weird guys in mohawks with crossbows, zombie apocalypse.
Oh, we'll just fight like hell against those.
We'll fight like Rambo with our M60 and our thousand-round ammo belt draped across our sweaty chest in a tank-top t-shirt.
Oh, yeah, that'll be us.
Just not against anybody with an American badge issued by the tyrant's regime.
Oh, no, Harold, we can't do that.
No.
The bad men in the black body armor and the badges will hurt us if we don't bow down and kiss their feet and do what they say.
But, but, Harold, Harold, they're the law!
Yeah, well, tyrants usually are.
That's what makes them different from ordinary gangsters.
Look.
At the risk of paddling in reverse here, back toward the earlier ritual disclaimer part of the podcast, just a quick historical observation here.
Just throwing something out.
In times of societal breakdown, such as we have seen time and again over the past 50 years, the police and legalized gun-toters of various sorts generally become part of the problem, and even less a part of the solution than they were before the collapse.
In many cases, former police officers form groups or gangs or private armies, whatever you want to call them, and they take over turf, be it in Baghdad or the jungles of Rwanda, especially when the local people have no guns and can't resist.
This is basically what happens in Africa all the time and to a lesser extent in Asia and South America and a lot in the Middle East.
So, just a word of advice to all you mighty warriors who are going to do such great deeds of valor once the police and the FBI and the courts and the prisons and other secret police agencies and whatnot somehow vanish into a puff of smoke.
They most likely won't.
Not at first.
And not completely.
I agree that at some point, the whole House of Cards in Washington, D.C. is going to come tumbling down and central control of the secret police agencies and various apparati of the surveillance state is going to attenuate or collapse.
But those people and their weapons and their facilities and their equipment are still going to be out there.
And once they stop getting paid, they're going to be acting on their own, at least for a time.
I'll tell you all now, quite frankly, if there is to be any hope for the reestablishment of any kind of freedom and meaningful existence on this continent, at some point the fragmented remains of these numerous, heavily armed agencies of government control and coercion are going to have to be dealt with.
In the meantime, we white boys spend our whole political careers, which consist mostly of surfing the web, looking for any thin ray of hope, however unlikely, that We ourselves will never be called upon to display personal physical courage against armed enemies.
We will never be called upon to fight them, overcome them, and destroy them.
Offer any thin straw of hope that someone else will do it for us, and we white boys will cling to it like grim death.
This is one of the reasons for the wild and hysterical welcome Donald Trump has received from so many of us.
He is that gift of the gods, that someone else who is going to do it for us, so we don't have to show brave and expose our tender skins to beatings and bullets and orange cloth and steel on our wrists.
We don't have to do that now, because Boss Trump is going to lead us all into the promised land, and God do we love him for it.
We love him so much that I've actually gotten kind of leery about pointing out the many problematic aspects of Donald Trump's candidacy because I get really nasty responses when I do.
Some of us white boys have finally found our man on the white horse, and we will not allow him to be taken from us.
At least not by me.
Whether we will allow Hillary Clinton and the Democrats to take him from us is another story.
They're certainly going to try through fraud or murder.
Now, we could put a stop to that if we wanted to, but there's a catch.
In order to install President Trump in the White House, we might have to display personal bravery against armed enemies, some of whom might be carrying badges from the old regime.
you I thought so.
This is Mike Cross.
And now it's time for something grim and gory and bloody.
Let me bum you out.
Let me bum you out.
Good evening to you, mister, the bounty hunter said.
You don't know me, but I know there's a price upon your head.
I know you're wanted dead or alive, that's what the posters say.
But I'd never shoot a man at night when he ain't had time to play.
So I'll give you until sunrise tomorrow, my friend, before I come to shoot you down and bring your body in.
I warn you that I do my work quite well with gun or knife.
I've tracked down many a man, I've taken many a lie.
Father, do not mourn for me, Mother, do not weep.
Whenever a man's soul, that also shall be weak.
I spent a long sleepless night with fear upon my breast, trying to get ready for my morning duel with death.
I hid up in a hayloft out on my bed.
And at sunrise the bounty hunter came to shoot me down.
I fired down the bounty hunter standing in the street.
He raised his gun and fired around the shots back up at me.
He hit my chest and shoulder and my gun flew from my hand.
Now I'm trapped up in this hayloft, wounded unarmed man.
Father, do not mourn for me.
Mother, do not weep.
Whatever a man saw it, that also shall be free The bounty hunter holds his fire and hollers up at me Come out and take it like a
man, I'll make it quick and clean I know my time is running out and there's no way I can stall So I reach and grab the pitchfork that's hanging on the wall My body arches as I stretch and face the rising sun And I feel like a warrior's
bow, freshly carved and strung I launch my body through the air and the pitchfork in my hand Stabs the bounty hunter through the chest and pins him to the sand Now my muscles start to rust and my thoughts are growing cold While Gabriel and Satan shoot cramps for my soul And I feel like a
man, I'll make it quick and clean And I feel like a man, I'll make it quick and clean And I feel like a man, I'll make it quick and clean And I feel like a man, I'll make it quick and clean And I feel like a man, I'll make it quick and clean And I feel like a man, I'll make it quick and clean And I feel like a man, I'll make it quick and clean Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
And of course, if you're going to take that attitude, then you're right, there isn't.
History is replete with hundreds of examples down through the ages where peoples under threat have broken away from a tyrant or an empire.
And established independent nations of their own, including our own country in 1776, but oh no, we can never do that here.
The very idea is absurd.
America as we know it is eternal and immortal.
Nothing can ever really change here.
It, well, it just can't.
So there.
Yeah.
Within living memory, communism has fallen.
The Soviet Union itself has fallen.
Hong Kong went back to China.
Dozens of new nations have been formed, most of them by white people, and the Muslim wogs are now creating a whole new nation-state where none was before, out of nothing in Syria and Iraq.
A nation-state which is capable of shooting up gay discos in Orlando.
But, oh, no, no, no, no, no, no.
That could never happen on this continent, since we all know that America is the exception to every rule of history and is immune to such petty forces as human nature.
All that nation-building and political hurly-burly stuff?
Us wogs and gooks and other third-worlders, they do that.
Entitled American good old boys go to Six Flags and ride the roller coaster and drink a lot of beer and party!
America as we know it is forever!
Got that?
As recently as 1989, a mad left-wing dictator named Ceausescu and his Jew-bitch wife were physically dragged out of their comfortable office and palace by a mob of the people they'd tyrannized.
They were stood up against a wall and riddled with bullets by white men.
And yet, that could never, ever happen here.
Hey, dude.
This is America, dude.
Don't you know America's immune to all the laws of the universe?
We're special, because my Bible tells me so.
America is forever, dude.
And whatever else happens anywhere else in the world...
We'll always have NASCAR and Six Flags and Walmart, bro!
Now, this is what you've been raised to believe through a couple of generations of Jewish social engineering, and this is what you do believe deep down.
First off, because of a lack of imagination on your part that makes any other way of life inconceivable, and secondly, because it's easy for you to do so.
Like all Americans, you take the line of least resistance.
You go along to get along.
Now, to give you credit, you don't like it.
You're not completely stupid or altogether depraved.
If you were, you'd have a Hillary Clinton sign in your yard.
You know in your heart of hearts that something is badly wrong.
You know what it is.
You know what has to be done.
And you really, really hope against hope that someone's going to come along and do it for you, like the mighty Trumpledor.
But as far as helping some tiny little group of pioneers out on the edge of the world with...
Even ten bucks a month, never mind actually joining them.
Eh, come on, Harold.
Ten bucks is a six-pack of beer.
Hey, a twelve-pack of the cheap stuff.
That's enough to kill the pain for one night, so I don't have to think.
And I'm not going to live with a night of cold, introspective sobriety just to help out an internet game, right?
You're Americans.
You want bells and whistles and fireworks and spectacles that will make you go ooh and ah.
You want to see some sign somewhere that there is money present because that's what you've been conditioned from birth to accept as the litmus test of success.
Money.
You're Americans, after all.
And yeah, that's one reason I keep asking you for it.
Not just to pay the bills with, but for what the possession of even a small amount of it does for our presentation, psychologically.
So, you want to see bricks and mortar, you want to see really flashy and pizzazzy internet entertainment like with Alex Jones on that technical level, which I as well wish to hell the NF had, and you want to see visible bodies, preferably young female bodies, to convince you that all white girls haven't completely deserted us for the filth world.
Above all, I've come to understand you want your picnics back like you had at Hayden Lake.
Gotta have those picnics so you can briefly escape into liberated territory and be with others in a place where you can speak out loud any word you want without being punished and destroyed.
A couple years ago, word got out that we in the NF have occasional backyard barbecues at supporters' homes here, which we do, and this rumor got blown all out of proportion to the effect that somehow we'd gotten hold of a compound, however you envision a compound, And the Aryan Nations-style picnics were back, and I still to this day get calls and letters and emails from as far as the East Coast from total strangers wanting to fly out to Washington to come to one of our gatherings.
We'll talk about that later, but this is a very real pathology among racially aware white boys, and I understand it.
Guys, I get where you're coming from with all this.
Please let me again assure you, this stuff I'm saying here is a lot less judgmental than it sounds.
You have been made this way by the evil system that you were born and raised under.
Now the trick is to find some way to get you to change and to transform yourself into someone your great-grandparents would have recognized.
So that's another problem we've got.
You don't believe it can be done, and you won't believe it until I can finally locate the magic beans in whatever fold of my pocket they got lost in, and I can produce the headquarters and the professional videos and the couple dozen Northwest migration websites, and the visible bodies, preferably attired in some kind of odd garb, and above all, until you see me all over cable news, and so then you'll know that I exist, since all Americans know that if you're not on TV, you're not real.
Actually, YouTube has been a big help with that.
Okay.
All I can say about that, guys, is that I'm working on it as best I can within the limit parameters imposed by that evil bitch reality.
So, once again, what exactly is it that I am attempting to quote-unquote incite you to do here?
I am attempting to incite you to do something which scares the FBI and the United States Attorney and the bureaucrats who do the hands-on ruling of us peasants to death, even more so than any possible crime of violence.
At least if they have any sense, they're scared to death.
I am attempting to incite you to support the white nationalist movement in general, and the Northwest Imperative in particular, with something besides words.
With physical acts that you do, not with your fingers touching a keyboard or an electronic screen, but with your whole body standing up and most likely out of doors.
I do not say illegal acts.
I say physical deeds that involve you interacting directly with other Caucasian human beings, in the flesh and not through the medium of an electronic device, where you can actually see his face and look the other person in the eyes.
That type of interaction has almost ceased in the world of social media and the internet and the increasing isolation of the white male from the rest of the world and society, especially our increasing isolation from the women of our own race.
The Northwest Imperative is unlike anything in the white nationalist movement before or since.
All of the other grouplets we've had were based, in various ways, on things that you say.
The Northwest Imperative is based on something that you do, a physical act, homecoming.
I want you to start doing rather than saying.
I want you to stop letting your fingers do the walking and start doing it with your feet.
Wherever possible, you should be standing, erect, out of doors, and in motion in some form or another.
Time spent in a seated position in front of a computer or holding an electronic device in your hand ideally should be minimized to the bare minimum necessary to function in 21st century society.
You know, it amazes me that we have people on our mailing list who do that.
No computer, no email address, phone with a simple landline, a cell phone, but only for emergency use or when you're broken down on the highway, stuff like that.
So yes, it can still be done.
And yeah, I know, what I just described bears almost no resemblance to how I myself spend my days.
I'm aware of the contradiction and the irony, and I've said before that one of the anomalies we're going to have to deal with...
Is that in all of these things I'm asking you to do for the 14 words, there is a large element of do as I say and not as I do.
I apologize for that.
There are very pressing reasons why I have to live and move forward in the way I do, which some of you are aware of, and some of which I discuss in the organizational letters, but which I can't talk about here due to the undesirable nature of some of this program's listeners who are operating on other agendas, let's say.
Now, suffice it to say that this is how it's shaken out, and I wish it were otherwise.
I occasionally play that Charge the Blockhouse audio clip from Arsenic and Old Lace in a sardonic kind of way, but I really wish I could be your man on the white horse and charge that blockhouse for you guys.
Who knows?
Maybe someday you'll give me what I need and I can give it a shot.
Tell you what, we're starting to run a bit long here, and so I'll tell you a personal story that's relevant.
Kind of relevant, anyway.
I won't go off into a long genealogical history, but according to Ancestry.com, my first American forebears on both my mother's side and my father's side landed in this country in the mid to late 17th century.
So, while we're not Mayflower or Jamestown stock, we're definitely top of the second wave.
I'm pushing 63 years old, and as happens when you reach my age, things are starting to go bad with my aging carcass.
Every day, something else seems to go wrong.
Something else seems to be hurting.
Which I call my symptom du jour.
My symptom du jour for the past three or four days is my left knee somehow got blown out, either because I tore some tendon or ligament inside the joint or maybe some kind of rheumatism or gout.
I don't know.
It's not life-threatening, but it's painful and annoying.
And other than taking a couple Advil, there's nothing I can do about it.
Within 40 miles of where I sit now, there are a dozen major medical facilities, both governmental and private, and God knows how many more private clinics.
HMOs, doctors' offices.
I cannot go to any of them for relief of this pain, because I have no money, at least none that isn't earmarked for the 14 words in one way or the other.
Obamacare is useless for us, quote, angry old white guys, because it wasn't meant for us, and they're pretty clear it's not meant for us.
I won't get into my Obamacare adventures now, just suffice it to say that the health care is there, it's just that the poor and the white and the male cannot access it.
Because we do not belong to any Democratic Party constituency.
Now, one of these days, maybe I'll tell you about my encounters with Obamacare and trying to get on Medicaid in both Washington and Oregon, and you'll see what I mean.
Now, to be fair and accurate, yes, I do have some limited access to a form of socialized medicine.
And also, to be fair and accurate, last year the system helped me deal with a potentially life-threatening problem, and it seems to have eliminated it.
I have no quarrel at all with the people or the quality of the care that I get there when I can get it, which isn't often or easy.
It is a large and cumbersome system, which is for all practical purposes useless for emergencies or minor painful and annoying problems like my damn leg.
If I go to an emergency room, it will generate a four- or five-figure bill, which I cannot pay and which will be sent to a collection agency in pursuit up to and including a lawsuit.
I know because it happened once to me and it's happened to others.
This is how doctors do with people whose names do not end in EZ, IZ, or A. In other words, people who are white and they figure that in your case they can possibly collect the bill.
They figure if your name ends in a consonant and your form is marked white and male, you're like a leprechaun and you've got a pot of gold hidden somewhere and so that's how they treat you, like they've caught a leprechaun and they're demanding his pot of gold.
Now, my question to everybody listening, but especially to all you FBI and DHS and SPLC and other scum, why exactly should I owe any loyalty at all to a society and a regime that treats me like that?
And I'm perfectly aware that my own case is petty and unimportant.
All you've taken from me is money and opportunity and dignity and the right to go to a doctor, and compared to what the United States usually does to people, that's petty-ante.
You haven't taken a child from me, maybe multiple children, when you drove my wife mad, or when my children fell into your drug culture, or my daughter ran into some dindus one night in her parking garage, or any one of the thousand ways that you destroy white families.
You haven't sent me back from Iraq or Afghanistan, crippled and maimed and insane.
You haven't sent deputies or U.S. Marshals into my home to seize it and send me and my family to a Motel 6 and then on to the underpass.
You haven't taken a loved one of mine and buried him or her alive in your prison industrial complex.
You haven't forced my local government and housing authorities to put up tower block housing projects for niggers and beaner illegals in my neighborhood, thus destroying what fragile safe space and island of normal life I and a few others were able to create for our families in all this madness.
You haven't stolen my vote or rendered it useless by some chicanery with the voting machines, although I'm sure that's coming on November the 8th.
You haven't murdered anyone that I know.
Wait, you have.
All these things you have done to other people.
So I repeat, what do we owe you any loyalty of any kind for?
Why should we do one damn thing you say except out of fear of your gunman in the black body armor with the blood of Vicki Weaver and Gordon Call and Jeff Hughes and Ed Steele and Lavoie Finnicum on their hands?
Why should we not make you stop?
Well, 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.
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