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Sept. 29, 2016 - Radio Free Nortwest - H.A. Covington
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Oh, then tell me, Sean O 'Farrell, tell me why you hurry so.
Hush-a-woogle, hush and listen, and his cheeks were all aglow.
I bear orders from the captain, get you ready quick and soon, for the pikes must be together by the rising of the moon.
By the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon.
For the pikes must be together by the rising of the moon.
Oh, then tell me, Sean O 'Farrell, where the gathering is to be?
In the old spot by the river, rifle known to you and me.
One more roar for signal, token whistle, up and arching tune.
Warrior pike upon your shoulder by the rising of the moon.
By the rising of the moon.
By the rising of the moon.
Which advised upon your shoulder by the rising of the moon.
Out from many a mud wall cabin eyes were watching through the night.
Many a man big chest was throbbing for the blessed warming light.
Two 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 blades were flashing at the rising of the moon.
I think I loaded part one up with enough ritual disclaimers about how I'm not advocating but observing to keep my ass covered by what tattered and threadbare shreds remain of the constitutional freedom of thought and conscience, but we'll see how that plays out.
Hopefully, the recent spate of for-real Islamic terror attacks in this country will mean that the secret police and the U.S. attorneys have better things to do than listen to my podcasts seeking to do me harm because my mind is not properly under control.
I chose that name after a superstition that the American Indians of the late 19th century had that they could perform a huge act of ritual magic.
A mighty ghost dance around hundreds of fires that would summon the spirits of their mighty warrior ancestors and magically bring them back to life when they would return to earth full-armed and fight the white man and destroy him in order to save their sickly and demoralized remnant.
The End
Thank you.
In the same way, we white people today are facing an existential threat of genocidal extermination, largely through the abolition of national borders and uncontrolled immigration, but also culturally, economically, and politically at the hands of Jews such as George Soros and depraved monsters such as Hillary Clinton.
Like the Indians, we are responding to this imminent threat with our own version of the ghost dance.
Where we resist the physical invasion of our ancestral homelands in Europe and North America with words, but not physical action of any kind, legal or otherwise.
We resist by posting pictures of guns and Vikings and historic emblems to the Internet as if millions of black and brown bodies can be repelled and returned whence they came with pictures.
In doing so, we too are summoning the spirits of our warrior ancestors.
In the case of the Third Reich, ancestors just barely out of living memory to do our fighting for us so that we ourselves will not have to undergo the terror and fury and the danger of actual combat against enemies who want us dead and who might hurt us and interfere with our pleasures in life.
We do this in our weakness and our fear so that we can pass off onto someone else this terrible historic task of defending our homes and our children and our very existence, with all the risk and inconvenience and physical effort that entails.
We really do want someone else to do it for us.
Anyone else?
We desperately, passionately long for a man on a white horse to ride to our rescue, possibly with an affinity of white heroes behind him, and do for us all the heavy lifting and the wet work that has now become the only way in which this horrible mess can be fixed.
Now, right now, as I speak these words, the someone we have chosen to mount on that white horse is Donald J. Trump, and the fact that Trump is the best we've been able to come up with speaks more volumes about the degree to which the white man has degraded and deteriorated than I ever could.
I'll not speak of Trump today because it's still late September and events have yet to unfold.
In less than 50 days, we'll know how that's going to turn out.
I've made it clear that aside from deep reservations about his character and intentions, I have only limited expectations of electoral success for Mr. Trump, and in any event, it's a matter of urgency that we prepare ourselves spiritually for what will come one way or the other, for the time when we really, really have to stop screwing around.
And do something about all this.
Either Trump will lose or be murdered, and a ravening Hildebeest will descend on the White House screeching like a harpy for revenge against all who have displeased her, which now includes the alt-right, or else Trump will win, and that in turn will bring its own form of crisis.
Either way, it's getting closer and closer to us every day.
We who have been in the white nationalist movement for a long time are acutely aware that our problem has never been the Jews, or the niggers, or the queers, or immigration, or the Federal Reserve, or George Soros, or the media, or the yesaying leeches in Congress, or even the government itself.
All of these evils have occurred or been inflicted on us because we have allowed it.
The problem is us, white people, both men and women, who have become weak, cowardly, Lazy as sin, sluggish in thought and living, confused and infantile.
White men and women have equally fallen prey to the Judaic rot of the past hundred years, although in different ways, and both white males and females are now pretty much broken and useless.
Most of them, but not all.
There are enough exceptions, or potential exceptions to this, so that it would still be possible to create a fighting party of white revolution like great-granddad used to make and reverse the destruction of our people.
Indeed, one of the most tragic and grief-inspiring bits of knowledge that we who are racially conscious live with is the awareness of the fact that up until the eleventh hour, the fifty-ninth minute, and the fifty-ninth second, It will still be possible for white people to pull this horror out of the fire and save ourselves.
We are Aryans.
We can accomplish anything that we as a people decide we want to do.
It is not a matter of whether we can win.
That's always been on the cards.
It is a question of whether we will win.
Whether we will make the effort to win.
I lose sleep at night, worrying that we might decide it's not worth the effort and we would prefer a few more video games and twelve-packs.
I very much fear that one day we will perish from the face of the earth, and if extinct species have such things as cosmic headstones, then ours will read, Here lies the white race.
They just couldn't be bothered.
Or perhaps, Here lies the white race.
They preferred the beer.
Right now, we have on the table one plan for survival, the Northwest Imperative.
It's a good plan.
It's doable.
And with a little care and deftness of application, it can be done without reducing us all to Mad Max chaos.
I've spent the past 16 years laying out that program.
And if just the people who are listening to my voice right now would give me what I need, i.e.
a small amount of money each, And your own physical presence here in the homeland, assuming we grow up and tackle this problem like serious adults, we could probably have our own free and independent country in five to ten years.
Although there are a lot of variables there, and it would be one hell of a rough ride.
Make no mistake about that.
And some of us wouldn't make it.
That's about how long it took most African and Asian colonies to separate from European colonial powers once a bona fide liberation movement started.
Now, we could most of us live to see the true, brave new world, but I can't get any of you interested.
Why the hell not?
Everything we need by way of preparation is done already, just waiting on the bucks and the bodies.
The time has come to take this idea out of the realm of words and into the world of deeds, and that's where we always, always fall down, when the time comes to stop talking and stop tapping and start moving down the road at a speed of knots.
To paraphrase an old movie I saw once, The white race is going to disappear from the face of the earth.
It's going to fall into a chasm.
The chasm between what is said and what is done.
Why?
For the umpteen thousandth time I asked myself, What in the name of God is wrong with us?
How is it...
Impossible for us to live like this, every day witnessing deeds and events that sicken our very souls and whose meaning and implications at least some of us fully comprehend, and yet we do nothing.
Please believe I would overcome that obstacle for you if I could, but I can't.
There is no man on a white horse.
There will be no mothership descending to load us all on board and take us all away to a new home in the sun.
It doesn't work like that.
You.
Yes.
You have to play the game.
You have to play to win.
And you have to put something on the table.
I must somehow find the words to smash down the walls that have been built in your mind and in your soul and persuade you to do this for yourselves.
Right, where do I begin?
Well, let's begin with saying that by the very fact that you're listening to this podcast at all, you are salvageable.
If you were a hopeless case, you really would be living in the stereotype Wayne's World of Obama's America, where white boys are supposed to be living.
And you'd be sitting in your mom's basement or working your shit job for 60 hours a week and living on Domino's Pizza and internet porn, and maybe one or two silly hobbies like Pokemon hunting or whatever it is, and you wouldn't even know the party exists.
There are millions of our people out there who don't know that the Party or the Northwest Imperative exists, and somehow we've got to change that, but you have taken the first step already.
You got here, and you're listening.
We can build on that.
Have you ever heard the expression from an old television show, there are 7 million stories in the Naked City?
Well, there are 200 million stories in White America.
Each one is different, and many of them are tragic and horrifying.
I know because I've gone through some of them myself.
Whether you're young or middle-aged or old, I have a pretty good idea of what you're going through because I guarantee that I have myself either experienced or watched others go through some form of it.
Most of you are still at least trying to make it in this cesspool called America.
You're trying to play by the rules, but more and more you're getting sick of it because you have now reached a sufficient level of knowledge so that you know America has nothing for you and it ain't gonna get any better.
Not ever.
Unless, of course, we forcibly compel the people who control the world to stop doing what they're doing.
And when I speak of direct action, that's what I'm talking about.
Not necessarily violence and things going boom in the night.
I'm saying that in some way or other, we have to make them stop and make sure they can't ever do it to us again.
The only way to do that is to create our own sovereign and independent nation here in North America as a homeland for all white people the world over, so that the white man will have some place to go.
Right now, there's nowhere.
Twenty years ago, when the Internet first appeared, we in the white nationalist movement were over the moon because we thought, at long last, here's a weapon that we can use against them.
Something that will level the playing field, media and propaganda-wise.
Something that will make them stop doing these horrible things that they're doing, like forcing Hillary Clinton on us.
Twenty years later, we still entertain that notion that somehow or other we can tap, tap, tap our woes away on a keyboard or use our thumbs on the screen of a smartphone.
But we're wrong.
Don't get me wrong.
Websites and blogs and tweeting and Facebook have proven invaluable, but they're just not enough.
This cannot be done on the internet alone.
In order to make them stop, actual people have to really do things out in the real world, not on an electronic screen or on a computer cloud or whatever.
Things that involve risk and inconvenience.
I'm sorry, guys, but there just isn't any way around it.
Not the internet or any other way, and you can't just sit there like you've been doing and wait for somebody else to do it.
Now let's get back to you guys who are listening to me now.
I say again, you're salvageable because you now know what the solution is.
The Northwest Imperative and a free white homeland in our own land.
Now it's just a matter of me somehow persuading you actually to do it!
You know what I want from you.
Nothing illegal or physically dangerous as yet.
Just two legal forms of activism.
The payment of a small amount of money on a regular basis, which you can easily afford, and your personal homecoming to make your life here in the land where God and destiny decree you need to be.
Which involves some initial inconvenience, to be sure, but which is personally beneficial in the long run because it gets you away from the teeming hordes of baboons who want to sink their teeth into your flesh.
So, white boy, how's life treating you in this year of our Lord 2016?
Is Obama's America living up to its promise?
How much money do you still owe on your student loan?
What kind of shambles, what kind of train wreck has your life turned into due to some aspect of the putrid cadaver in whose intestines we dwell?
Let's assume that you're not among the 95 million and you actually have a job.
Congratulations.
How do you like the 60-hour Obama work week?
That's pretty much normal for white working people these days, either mandatory overtime.
Or overtime that you have to have if you're going to put any weight at all on that paycheck, enough to pay your rent or your mortgage or keep your car on the road.
Or else, you effectively work 60 hours a week because of the daily travel time necessary to get to work and home again, because there's no safe or affordable housing near your job.
The areas around your workplace are either full of six-figure yuppies and liberal elitists because you've been...
Gentrified out of the place where you were born, like San Francisco and my own hometown of Chapel Hill, North Carolina.
Or else the locale around your place of employment is full of violent, drug-sodden niggers or sullen, gabbling foreigners.
Public transportation is either absent or too unsafe to use, and you have to get up at 5 in the morning to drive 90 minutes each way through murderous traffic.
Possibly on a jam-packed freeway filled with the cars of other white people who don't dare to take the train into town because they'll be assaulted or otherwise victimized by people with dark skins.
Assuming you are able to hang on to this job of yours for any length of time, and that's a big assumption, I'm sure that you're looking forward to living like this for years and years and never seeing your family by daylight during the winter months.
Ah, but what family?
Do you have one?
How old are you?
23, 28, 32?
Have you been able to start one yet?
Have you been able to start your life yet?
Or are you still delivering pizzas and working temporary construction jobs or doing white-collar office temping?
You know my heart keeps telling me You're not a kid at 33 If you're one of the lucky ones who has allowed any contact at all with women of our own race,
you probably have a feminist girlfriend who grew up on Oprah and Buffy the Vampire Slayer, whom you allow to boss you around and dominate the relationship because that's what liberal society has conditioned you to do, in exchange for occasional, mostly unsatisfactory sex.
Bet that does wonders for your self-esteem, but oh, wait for divorce time.
If you're unlucky, you will at some point have married, said Bimbo, and she has either taken your children and stripped you clean like a piranha through her attorney, or else she's about to do so.
And you're not legally allowed to visit your own home anymore, so you're living in a furnished one-bedroom with peeling wallpaper and trying to survive on the $60 a week left over from your paycheck after you've finished paying for the home and the family you'll never see again.
In other words, you're living the American white male experience in all its gungy glory.
I got my pills to ease the pain Can't find a thing to ease the rain I'd love to try and settle down But everybody's leaving town Or some other variation thereon.
Maybe you're the wicked racist brother who got stuck in the hometown and who's been delegated by the rest of the family to care for the old folks because your liberal yuppie siblings and cousins conformed to the liberal progressive ideal and made contacts with the ruling Democratic Party for government jobs while you resisted in some way.
And therefore, they have real lives with all the nice things and good stuff and can't be bothered.
But you lost your job and can't get another one because you had some stupid childish brush with the goddamn law, probably doing something that wasn't even a crime 50 years ago.
Or because you said nigger once and you got blacklisted from employment so you have no chance of ever making it.
And you really deserve to be punished for your entire life, of course, but the others pay you to take care of mom or dad so they don't have to put themselves out.
Yeah, I've heard that one more than once.
As you folks may gather...
These examples I'm giving you are taken from life and many, many years of experiencing what it's like to try and make it in a politically correct society with a pale skin and convex genitalia, where you always have to hide and suppress who and what you are, where you have to live a lie, you have to watch every word and facial expression, and when the two-minute hate comes in various forms, you have to shout louder than the others.
In Orwell's 1984, there was even a word for it.
Face crime.
And for the record, let me say that yes, I know it's just as bad for young women these days.
There was a brief time from the 70s to the 90s when younger white women had a little bit of an affirmative action edge.
Although, in most of the places I tempt, they went for affirmative action twofers.
Black or brown women.
But by now, aging white girls are being pushed out of what...
Privileged positions they once had by LGBTs and women of color, as they're termed.
The bitches in the pantsuit who run most corporate offices in federal bureaucracies and have a lock on the white-colored job market, you'll notice, are more of the Hildebeest generation, and the younger they get, the darker they get.
And I need to mention that my own experience is highly limited and actually rather genteel, all things considered.
Once or twice down through the years I was down to hefting and toting and donating plasma, but not too often.
I admit that the times when I was thrown onto my uppers and was literally all alone on my own were very few and far between.
I almost always had the movement in some form for at least a partial support system.
There were a few times when I was all alone, like you are, and they were terrifying.
I can't imagine what it would be like to be thrown into the world of 2016 at any age and compelled to survive all alone.
I'm not sure it could be done without turning to drug dealing or prostitution or crime of some sort.
Okay, I'm kind of rambling and I could go on like this for many hours, but what I want to convey to you guys listening to me is that I know what you're going through, either because I've been through some form of it myself or because I know someone who has.
Now you people out there who are middle-aged and elderly, you know what I'm talking about.
Now, guys, what you need to understand is that it's not going to get any better.
It is going to get worse as the economy deteriorates, and the effects of open borders get worse, and we are literally swamped and overrun with millions of illiterate dark-skinned foreigners who don't speak English but who devour our remaining wealth and substance like locusts, stripping this country and Europe bare down to the bones in great migrations such as haven't been seen since the Bronze Age.
America's promise is a lie that is still being fed to you in order to keep you working and keep you quiet.
Why, in the name of God, do you continue to do nothing, not the two simple and legal things I ask of you, not anything else?
Why, in the name of all that is holy, do you continue to respond to the living hell in which you exist by posting pictures of guns and Vikings and Confederate flags to the Internet And doing not one single physical act in the real world to save yourselves.
This is the key to white survival and to the crucial issue of white character.
First, to understand why you are doing nothing, and then to correct whatever it is that is wrong in your mind.
Uninstall whatever crap is in there and return to your great-grandfather's earlier version of mental and spiritual software.
White man version 2.0 or whatever.
This is Canada's greatest folk singer, the late Stan Rogers.
Too thin the line that charged the heights and scrambled in the play.
Too thin the eastern township's got who showed them all the way.
And perhaps had you not fallen, you might be what Brock became.
But not one in ten thousand knows your name.
To say the name MacDonald, it would bring no viewable call.
But the Red Coats stayed beside you when they saw the General fall.
T'was MacDonald raised the banner then and set the heights aflame, but not one in ten thousand knows your name.
You brought the field all standing with your courage and your luck, but unknown to most you're lying there beside old General Brock.
So you know what it is to scale the heights and fall just short of fame And have not won in ten thousand million years So you know what it is to scale the
heights and fall just short of fame At Queenston now, the general on his tower stands alone.
And there's lichen on MacDonald carved upon that weathered stone.
In a corner of the monument to glory you could claim But not one in ten thousand oceanic You brought the field all standing With your courage and your luck But unknown to most You're lying there beside old general rock So you know what
it is to scale the heights And fall just short of fame And I'm not one in ten thousand oceanic Oh, you brought the field all standing With your courage and your luck But unknown to most
know that it's not a good idea to generalize too much, and like I said, there's 200 million stories in white America.
Every one of you is an individual, and you have your own reasons for continuing to sit there and do nothing at all to save yourselves and your loved ones.
But I think there are three primary causal, psychological, and metaphysical factors for this general paralysis of the will, plus about a dozen more minor ones, and every individual case of paralysis is going to be a combination of one or more of these reasons.
First off, there's what Comradon refers to as learned helplessness, which is a term I like because it de-emphasizes plain and simple cowardice.
Now, let's talk about that for a while.
Don't get me wrong.
We can't get away from using the C word.
Cowardice is definitely a major part of the problem among white males, but I've never liked applying it in some form like, eh, white boys won't do nothing because they're all chicken shit cowards.
Certainly, some of it really is cowardice, a very well-grounded fear of physical punishment and outright physical assault, especially where niggers are concerned.
But it's not that simple.
Really, it isn't.
I get called a coward all the time by internet trolls because I allegedly incite to violence in my Northwest novels, and then I don't strap on an explosive suicide vest or pick up a gun and go out and pull off some kind of idiotic Dylann Roof-style stunt to show that I practice what I preach.
In the first place, anyone who thinks that has clearly missed the message that I was trying to convey in my novels.
They weren't about revolution.
They were about character, which, of course, is the key to the whole solution.
In those books, I'm not attempting to tell white people what they should do.
I am showing them who they should be.
In the second place, this isn't about me.
My goal is not to show the world what a macho bird brain I am.
My objective is to change the world.
If I could secure the existence of our people and a future for white children in some single act that would also involve my own destruction, I would do so without hesitation, which you may believe or not, as you choose.
But the world doesn't work like that.
There are a lot of people down through history, like Robert the Bruce and Simon Bolivar and Joan of Arc, who are referred to as liberators.
But one person doesn't liberate a nation.
Only the people acting in concert can do that.
I'm normally not a fan of shades of gray or nuance, but in this case some nuance is called for.
The Spaniards have a saying, he was a brave man that day, implying that on other days he wasn't.
History is replete with military examples of regiments or whole armies who defeated vastly superior opposing armies on some occasions and then threw down their weapons and ran on others.
Physical courage has always been the most common of all virtues in the men of our race and most of the women, but it has never been an either-or proposition.
It's not like being pregnant or being dead.
Either you is or you ain't.
Courage is always contextual, and there is the well-known but sometimes less appreciated difference between being brave and being stupid or nuts, plus the historically sound saying that he who fights and runs away lives to fight another day.
There are many different kinds of courage.
Charging a machine gun nest or running into a burning building to rescue trapped people or facing down a mob is one kind.
But there is also moral courage, the courage of one's convictions, the determination to do what is right in the face of imminent torture and death, of which our race produces countless examples.
That is frankly the kind of courage which white boys need right now rather more than the physical kind.
There is the courage of love, the courage to undergo all kinds of ordeals and hardships and to remain silent in the face of threats and torture from the tyrant's law in order to shield others.
Ditto.
One of the most poignant examples of this in our history was a man named Giles Corey, whom no one has ever heard of.
He was 81 years of age.
In 1692 in Salem, Massachusetts, He was charged with witchcraft by a bunch of hysterical girls, and dragged up in front of the infamous tribunal in order to plead to the charge.
Acori knew full well that in the poisoned atmosphere of the Salem trials he had no chance at all of acquittal, and that on conviction all of his property would be seized by the government.
But by a peculiarity of the law, if he never entered a plea, he couldn't stand trial and be convicted, and so his land and wealth would then go to his children.
There was a catch.
In order to force him to enter a plea of guilty or not guilty, the court had the power to order him laid out on a stone floor with a door on top of him, and huge stones were then placed on the door to crush him until he gave up and gasped out a plea.
But Corey was a stubborn old man, and as the court's hoodlums with badges piled the stones on top of the planks, all he would say was, More weight.
Until he died.
Giles Corey voluntarily gave up his own life rather than allow the FBI and Obama of the time to rob him and his family of all they had.
He died, and his children inherited his land and his property rather than some corrupt colonial bureaucrat in Boston.
So, as you can see, courage comes in many forms among our people.
Yes, it's true that a lot of us do nothing to make these genocidal monsters in power stop killing us because we're just plain chicken shit scared.
Because never in our coddled, white, middle-class lives have we been called upon to display physical courage against other men or against nature.
Most white boys today grew up with a Nintendo Game Boy in their hands, and if they did play any contact sports as children, it was the mild, liberal kind, where everything was super padded and there was no competition because at the end of the game, there were no winners or losers, and everybody got a prize.
The type of schoolyard scuffles that I had when I was growing up are largely unknown today, because punching some kid out on the playground now leads to police and courts and years of mandatory child psychology and special educational tracking and drug treatment for aggression and all kinds of cack like that.
The majority of modern white boys were certainly never spanked or belted during their childhood, no matter how much they may have needed it.
In most states, it's now illegal for parents to do so.
Yes, we now live in a society where, to some degree, parents are afraid of their own children, knowing that they can go to prison and be stripped of everything they have if they take a belt to some little boy's bottom for setting the cat on fire, or something of the kind.
Daddy is supposed to take out his checkbook and not his belt and pay $10,000 for child psychologists and counseling when that happens.
The result is that most white males under about the age of 40 or so have most likely never received a physical blow in their lives, and so when some gigantic muscle-bound nigger starts mow-mowing and raising his fist, they cower.
Yes, I know, there are a lot of exceptions to all this.
And even when the liberal poison is part of childhood, it happens in varying levels.
And with varying degrees of effect on the individual child.
Again, I say, I know, there's 200 million stories out there, and each one is different.
But all too often, this kind of poop is a factor.
I have repeatedly cited down through the years the clear and obvious fact that some white males can be physically courageous, personally hardy, and physically violent, and indeed make their livings doing so.
Military, police, firefighters, athletes, boxers and wrestlers and football players, skydivers and extreme sports players.
The overall majority of them are white, despite it all.
But again, I have to emphasize, only with a permission slip from our lords and masters.
Only with that little pat on the head that tells them that it's alright for them to be brave within certain limited parameters.
An officially issued weapon in the case of a soldier.
A badge in the case of a cop.
Or else an unspoken permission slip for some of the others in the form of social approval.
Media coverage, herd acceptance, and other rewards.
This is the second aspect of learned helplessness which prevents white males from revolting against the genocidal regimes that are killing us.
The loss of what I suppose might be called the alpha gene.
The fact is that the overwhelming majority of white boys in this day and age are beta males.
How much of this fact is due to several generations of social engineering and Judaic brainwashing, and how much of it is physiological and genetic in nature, I won't speculate.
It certainly didn't help that twice in the past hundred years the white race immolated millions of the very fittest and best of our young men in two pointless world wars, which were in fact largely civil wars between genetic brothers.
Nor has 50 years of the present toxic and chemical-laced American diet helped.
Basically, most Americans these days eat processed crap, and our bodies are weakened and poisoned thereby, which is compounded by lack of exercise, obesity, and massive doses of all kinds of prescription drugs in our lives.
They say that a healthy body makes a healthy mind.
Well, an unhealthy body makes Homer Simpson and Peter Griffin.
I am sure that it hasn't escaped you guys' notice that, by now, most Americans of both genders are at least a little bit touched in the head.
Not necessarily raving mad or delusional, but just a little flaky, off-kilter, you know, not quite with it.
How much of that is from the chemical contamination in their diet and their environment, and how much of that's from the spiritual, mental, and emotional perversions of thought and breaches of human decency, which constitute our education and culture and media environment?
I don't know.
Hard to say.
Suffice it to say that what I and a lot of others refer to as the alpha gene, the 5%er gene, is largely lost among white males, or at least it's gone dormant and been suppressed so deeply to the point that it almost never makes an appearance in individuals without a permission slip from someone in the world of authority, establishment, or celebrity that American white boys must now be given before they can or will do anything even remotely rambunctious.
At the risk of once more being dragged into discussing what I swore I wasn't going to discuss here this time, I must yet again point out that the most significant thing about Donald Trump is that his emergence from the world of reality, TV, and celebrity will, in the confused and compressed minds of many white people, give him the moral authority to write a permission slip for white boys to show brave again, if he should choose to exercise that authority.
Be that as it may, white males have now become herd animals who do not function well at all when we're cut off and isolated from the herd.
The great African explorer, Sir Richard Burton, not the actor, was once asked how many men would be capable of leading an expedition if he himself were killed or incapacitated, and he replied, five percent, precisely.
That's become the generally accepted figure among psychologists for the number of people, almost all of the men, who have what it takes to lead, to go first.
This has a direct bearing on why we're doing nothing except posting pictures to the internet as our species is slowly destroyed and removed from existence.
We all know what has to be done.
We've known for years what has to be done.
And we're all shuffling our feet and looking around and waiting for someone else to go first.
Someone else to call down the wrath of the power structure and its armed men, its FBI thugs and prison cells, onto himself and see that person or persons get away with it.
Or something that can be spun as getting away with it.
I call this white pathology Waiting for Godot after the weird Samuel Beckett play.
It was noticed that during the Korean War, not one single American soldier escaped from prisoner of war camps.
This is because the North Koreans in those camps very carefully observed the incoming drafts of prisoners, identified those men among them who were holding things together and who were clearly respected and listened to by the others, not always officers.
Now, the result was not any reduction in the desire of the soldiers to escape from those camps, which were really wretched, like all such communist facilities, but they could just never seem to get their act together.
They kept waiting for someone else to come up with a plan for escape, and when someone did, they would just sit around and talk and talk and talk about it, but never do much of anything involving actual, physical, bodily motion to implement that plan.
Starting to sound familiar?
That's what's been done to our entire race, in a manner of speaking.
We have had anyone who might go first, who might lead, cut off and isolated from us.
Sometimes by prison and death, as in the case of Edgar Steele and Bill White and David Lane, but also like what's been done to myself and others.
Cut off from the mass audience we need to be reaching through the simple vastness and overpowering content of the Internet.
With a little manipulation from deliberate trolls and other intervention, or largely just plain because of the short American attention span and general apathy.
I have worked for almost five months now to obtain a Twitter following of 744 people as of tonight.
Donald Trump has 11.7 million.
Every time he takes out his phone and types a message, 11.7 million people read it.
Hillary Clinton has 8.99 million.
I'm not here to talk about the internet, but I have to point out that it can be done if I can just get some help from you people.
For years, hell, generations, the white nationalist movement, and I'm convinced to some degree the white American population generally has been waiting for someone else to go first, preferably having obtained a permission slip of some sort from someone or somewhere.
One from Trump will do.
We'll see what happens when he's cheated out of the White House on November the 8th.
But if white people are to revolt, they must see a finished product.
They must see something material that at least hints at or implies the presence of money.
And they must see a herd, a crowd that they can hide in so that the bad men won't see their faces and they can disclaim responsibility for whatever happens.
There probably must be a leader figure whose face they can see, and who will ride up front on the white horse waving his saber around in the air.
That makes me twitchy, because the fearless leaders we've been coming up with since Commander Rockwell died basically ain't so hot, including me.
My hopes for a collective leadership of the kind that we had during the first American Revolution, an assembly of men of brilliance and unparalleled talent, ability, and devotion to an ideal, Is probably not going to be realized.
American white males can still be brave, and they can still be good soldiers and hard workers for the 14 words, right enough, but it will be the courage of beta males.
There is no doubt in my mind, none at all, that if somehow I were able to wave a magic wand and create the world of the brigade or a mighty fortress, And conjure the Northwest Volunteer Army, Zach Hatfield, Nightshade and all, up from the earth, as so many of you seem to feel I can do.
And if that NVA were to actually start dropping black and brown bodies and making things go boom in the night, we would have more volunteers for the NVA than we could shake a stick at.
No question at all.
But if and when any such thing ever happens...
Someone is going to have to go first.
Oh, and survive the first year.
Survive the first year and you'll eventually win, but that's a whole other discussion.
The third reason we white boys sit and do nothing is yet another character flaw which has been carefully socially engineered into us over the past few generations by the Jews and the mentally ill monsters who rule us.
A deep and consuming narcissism.
Wholly materialistic and completely lacking in altruism or idealism, which has developed among many of us into an almost psychopathic inability to empathize with others of our own race, to place the common good above our own personal pleasures.
Again, virtues that used to be among the most common components of the white racial character have been deliberately degraded and almost eliminated by a hundred years of Jewish brainwashing and bullying.
We're not only selfish, but greedy as little pigs.
We want it all, and we want it either free or very cheap, and we want it now, now, now.
We're raised that way from birth, and our youth and middle age American life promises much to white boys if we will play by the rules, keep quiet, not rock the boat, and above all, work, work, work to keep the system afloat and more or less functioning for another year.
It's true that due to the inherent incompetence of attempting to combine socialism with capitalism, entirely too many of us are ending up as unemployed or underemployed basement dwellers who live online.
I've described that phenomenon here before, but remember that many, many more of us do get jobs out in the real world.
Jobs as engineers and mechanics and repairmen and techno-geeks who keep the rich man's toys running and fix them when they break.
Cops and soldiers and security guys who make sure that the rich people can enjoy their own vast wealth and safety.
Genuine administrators who keep the paper flowing throughout America's hardened arteries.
American white boys are promised Aladdin's cave in the way of material goods and personal, sensual, and sexual gratification with women who don't really exist outside of an electronic screen.
A massive cornucopia of wealth and glittering toys.
Now there's a saying that I used to see hung on those cute little motivational placards that decorate many workplaces.
Life is a game, and he who dies with the most toys wins.
Now there you have the credo of liberal democracy in America and Europe.
A huge number of white people in this country, probably the majority of them, believe exactly that.
You have to have lived elsewhere in the world as I have fully to appreciate just how incredibly wealthy America is and how high the standard of living is here compared to almost any other place on earth, including most parts of Europe.
Of course, that promise of endless wealth and sensual gratification is never fulfilled, and in the age of Obama, hardly at all, which generates years of frustration and baffled rage on the part of white boys, who find themselves lumbered with $50,000 in student loan debt and delivering pizzas out of mom's basement in their early 30s, or who, like I just said, do get jobs, but they just never get any more ahead.
Like rats turning a wheel in a cage, they find themselves working 60 hours per week at $12 or $14 an hour, doing something that props up the system and keeps the super-wealthy liberals and government workers safe and functioning.
In their 30s, when they should be living in a house, and the next generation of white grandchildren should be coming along to be raised by a stay-at-home wife, These guys are unmarried and driving through rush hour traffic for an hour every day to get to their shit job and trying to make the rent on some damn cracker box apartment.
You would think that the healthy reaction to this kind of oppression and denial of our human potential would be some form of opposition and resistance.
But no.
Generally, our response is to cling to what material goods we have been able to accumulate, like grim death.
We become insecure pack rats who are afraid that the bad men in the black body armor are going to come and take away our stuff because that's all we have in the world.
And we look around Obama's America and we see that the only way out is to buy our way out with money.
And so we hoard it like the dragon Smaug hoards his gold.
Uh, you guys do still get Lord of the Rings references, don't you?
Or is that obsolete now as well?
Anyway, that is the lesson that we all absorb from childhood.
Money, money, money, and stuff, stuff, stuff.
There are a few people in the world who are important.
Family members, maybe a friend or two, and screw the rest of you.
And when we take that attitude, the Jew smiles.
His work is well done.
Obama's America kicks white boys to the ground and pisses on them, but we still keep on chasing that dream of luxury, of high-tech toys, mindless sex without consequences.
The television gives us assorted visions of a future that simply isn't realistic for anybody outside the 1%.
It's often tailored to our particular desires.
Bear in mind, the people who are producing this propaganda and social conditioning are not stupid.
They're among the most clever practitioners of mental and moral manipulation ever to live.
Now, for white boys, America promises an endless adolescence, free of worry or responsibility, of Never-ending frat party keggers and driving around in a van with a hot chick solving mysteries, or whatever your particular tailored fantasy is.
For girls, and I cannot overemphasize that white women have been just as viciously and evilly betrayed by political correctness as men.
For white girls, it promises kind of the same thing, only in a female version.
They will always be slim and hot, even if they never were, and they'll have major kung fu and martial arts skills so they can beat up all the men in their lives who pissed them off like Buffy, and they will be quote-unquote empowered, which means that they'll tell all those men who were so mean to them in high school what to do, and they'll all grow up to be Hillary Clinton and adopt lovely little African orphan babies and prove to the world that liberalism works.
The trouble is, of course, that it doesn't.
Growing up white in liberal democratic America is a recipe for personal and psychological, mental and emotional catastrophe.
After several generations, I think all of us know this, but all that promised money and adventure and fame and self-esteem is as addictive as any drug and we keep chasing it.
I really don't have the time to psychoanalyze everything that is wrong in white boys' heads here.
There are whole books that have been written about that, and no doubt more will be written in the future.
But of all our many weaknesses of character, this one probably stands out the most.
It's all about me, me, me, me, me.
Look, I'm sorry to reduce a very complex and serious moral problem to mere money, but isn't that what we're all doing here?
When I say that most of us, rather than donate $10 a month to the Northwest Front, would rather have the beer, I mean that literally.
As you have been given the choice of helping to secure the existence of our people and the future for white children on one hand, and hearing that lovely little crack and hiss as one pops the top and feeling the frothy hops taste on your tongue and pouring it down your throat.
Yes, I used to be a drinker many years ago.
Given that choice, thousands of us, and probably millions of us, really do prefer the beer.
And we'll not give it up even to build something that might give us a chance to survive and escape this unbearable tyranny.
Instead, we choose to spend that ten bucks on alcohol so we can kill the pain for a couple of hours and then wake up to the same evil world with a hangover.
What the hell can you do with people like that?
I'm falling back on decades of old right-wing habit, and I'm expending all my time in endless analysis and rehashing and recapping of the problem without a word about the solution.
That's one of the two traditional pablums of the old-style white right.
The two things that we do instead of actually resisting.
The first is that old hardy perennial news commentary.
And the second is endless repeating and rehashing of the problem with only the vaguest hints at the solution, which is, of course, generally known and accepted, but which cannot be spoken out loud.
The political leadership and the general run of bad actors in this society need to be disincentivized.
They need to be compelled to stop what they're doing.
They need to be forced to hear and accept the word no.
This is the crux of the whole ghost dance thing, Gummy.
We all know what the solution is.
I can tell you because I remember for 50 years we've all known what the solution is.
And we have lived with the shame of understanding that we ourselves will never have the strength of will or the sheer physical courage to do it.
No one likes to come to grips with the fact that, in the final analysis, he's just a useless, cowardly piece of shit, too afraid of the roaring bullies with the badges to stand up and be a man and fight for freedom and justice and all that's right.
We see that on TV and on the movies all the time.
In real life, it's almost unknown in white males these days, and it has been for three generations.
I think that's one reason for all the gooboo and the space madness and the...
Weird, bad craziness that has afflicted our wee little movement for all these years.
Knowing that we simply don't have what it takes and that essentially we're almost all of us a bunch of frauds plays hell with our self-esteem and our mental and emotional balance.
Well, that's what this Goat Dance series is about.
At long last, I'm going to address that issue, but out of necessity, and I suspect largely out of sheer force of lifelong habit, I have expended the first two parts of this series largely analyzing and re-analyzing and going over the problem for the umpteen thousandth time in my life.
I won't apologize, because when you're trying to sum up a solution to anything, you kind of really do need to address the problem first, Next time, I will finally get down to it, I promise, and describe as nearly as I can what's going to have to happen here if there's still going to be any people who look like us on Earth 100 years from now.
But for now, the 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.
Music.
And just down along the fawn road, it's very long to be.
Lying in the dark with the Provo Company.
A comrade on me left, aye, another one on me right.
A clip among you, miss your party, little arm of life.
I was knocked by a soldier.
He said, you are a swine.
He hit me with his rifle and he kicked me in the groin.
I begged and I pleaded all.
My manners were polite But all the time I'm thinking of me little Arbolite And it's down in the long side It's where I long to be Lying in the dark with the Provo Company A comrade on me left And another one on me right And a clip of ammunition for me little Arbolite
Well, this brave RUC man Came marching up our street Six hundred pretty soldiers he had lined up at his feet Come out, you curly pinions Come on out and fight He cried and only joking When he heard the Arbolite And it's down in the long side It's right on to be Lying in the dark with the Provo Company A comrade on me left And another
one on me right A clip of ammunition for me little Arbolite Oh Bye.
The doctor had me cornered, but I gave them all a fry, with the armour-piercing bullets of me little arm-alight.
And I stoned in the new lodge, it's right on to be, lying in the dark with the Provo Company.
A comrade on me left and another one on me right A clip of ammunition for me little arm of life Well, when prior came to Belfast, is he the battles won The generals, they had a fight But corporals and privates, while on patrol at night, say remember narrow water and the bloody Armalite.
And it's down across the glen, it's way long to be, lying in the dark with the Provo Company.
A comrade on me left and a note on me right, and a clip of ammunition for me little Armalite.
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