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March 2, 2017 - 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, Anna's cheeks were all aglow.
I bear orders from the captain, get you ready quick and soon, for the bikes must be together by the rising of the moon.
By the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon, for the bikes must be together by the rising of the moon.
Tell me, Sean O 'Farrell, where the gathering is to be.
In the old spot by the river, right the north to you and me.
One more door for signal, token, whistle up and marching 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.
with your eyes upon your shoulder by the rising of the moon Out from many a mud-walled cabin eyes were watching through the night Many a man, they chest was throbbing for the blessed warming night For the warmers...
Thank you.
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 March the 2nd, 2017.
I'm Harold Covington, and this is Radio Free Northwest.
Right, I'm kicking off Radio Free Northwest this week with a clip that I pulled off YouTube.
I'm putting it on here just basically to show that people are discussing the homeland idea with reference to the Northwest.
It's not just something that's restricted to our little circle anymore.
The idea is percolating through the white nationalist movement.
I have no idea who this young man is.
I would appreciate it if someone out there who recognizes him can bring us together.
So I was watching the Millennial Hangouts this year, and in particular, I got online just as he was talking with Jared Taylor.
It was still live, so I can't remember what point they were at in the conversation.
Jared Taylor is speaking with Millennial Woes about the need for a white homeland.
So it kind of seems that a lot of people are echoing this cry throughout the country right now.
Yes, indeed.
It seems that all of our leaders and most of our people are willing to abandon the whole country in exchange for a small parcel of it.
Well, I suppose you definitely can't get angry like me.
That would be asking too much.
You can't have my attitude.
So thus, it is necessary, I'm afraid.
And then I saw recently that Harold Covington announced Settlers 17, the 17th iteration of their recruitment and of their assistance to settlers moving to the Pacific Northwest.
So he's asking for volunteers.
And of course, I just recently was speaking with some friends and we decided that perhaps we should go for a visit to Montana.
To Western Montana.
So, maybe it is time.
Perhaps the Northwest Front is an ideal whose time has come.
But I have a feeling that regardless of anything we do, we do at some point have to revive a warrior mentality.
Otherwise, anywhere we go, our enemies will follow us.
Obviously, that's been the problem from the beginning.
Despite all the communist lies, America was never an Indian nation.
There were perhaps a quarter of a million to a half a million scattered people.
Across the entire continent of North America, no sane or logical person would consider that a legitimate population today, or even at the time.
Theodore Roosevelt speaks in his books about winning the West that there were vast waste spaces It is true that we build great empires.
We are discoverers, explorers.
We can easily create functional organizations.
But in reality, the white race, once it has lost territory, has never regained it.
Not in history that I've read, at least.
North Africa used to be white.
Now it's not.
Never will be again.
Asia Minor, or Aegea as the Greeks used to call it, used to be white.
It is no longer.
Never will be again.
And now we're witnessing this process all over again.
Europe used to be white.
Huge swaths of it will never be white again now, because everyone is so eager to surrender their home.
America used to be completely white, and now it is not, and never will be again.
So, at some point, I think we need to address this apparent character flaw in our race and in our people.
The white man, at least for the past 2,000 years, can never feel that he has a legitimate claim to anything.
He can never feel that he has any legitimacy, that he even has a legitimate existence, it seems.
Obviously, this attitude has to change for the sake of our own survival, but also for the sake of the future of the world, perhaps the future of the cosmos, certainly the future of our civilization and our people.
However, it may be necessary until this character flaw is recognized, acknowledged, and met with.
For the sake of mere survival, we may in fact have to migrate.
We may in fact have to regroup.
And we do need a community in which we can promote our ideals and we can no longer be shy about promoting our ideals.
Jared Taylor spoke of this also in his chat with Millennial Woes.
He said that until we have a community where we can control the culture, where we can control our own culture, until we actually do have our own schools and our own education system that teaches our values, this simply isn't going to work.
And I would agree with him.
But we have to be very careful about how we define our values and what we include and who we allow to take the reins of this education system or of controlling the culture.
Because I can tell you right now, the same forces that took over the culture here in America are going to try with all their might.
To take over the culture and the education in whatever new homeland we create.
And it's not just the obvious culprits in terms of this.
And yes, if I were to name them, if I were to identify them, it would offend a great many deal of people, our own people.
If I was to tell you the real root of this problem and what caused this mentality and what enabled the West to lose everything through complacency.
Through this attitude of equality and charity and tolerance and mildness.
This idea that peace at any cost is the ultimate goal.
That love conquers all.
One people, one love.
That slogan comes from a particular group.
A particular, shall we say, ideology.
A dogmatic ideology that many people in our own movement adhere to.
So, we're going to have to be very careful about who we allow to migrate to the area.
And we're going to have to be very careful about how we promote our culture and who's allowed to be involved.
Because this actually is a cultural battle that's been going on for a long time.
And the original movement, the original revolution, had to deal with this problem.
The old movement was plagued with people of this sort as well.
I remember when...
I went to visit my best friend, a German kid who lives in Germany.
I remember hanging out with them and having a great time.
I remember how much I loved the beer there, of course.
I remember how much I loved the women there.
But inevitably, they felt this obligatory.
They felt it was their duty.
This obligatory compulsion to take me to a Holocaust museum, to an old concentration camp that had been turned into a museum.
And of course, there are Holocaust shrines scattered throughout Germany today.
So they took me there, even though I really didn't want to go, even though I asked them to take me somewhere else, to some awesome German museum, or to some really good brewery, or anything really.
But they took me there, and I remember seeing an exhibit, and this was narrated by a recording.
Some recorded person was saying that, and she was saying in English, that there was a certain person there, I forget his name, but he was sent to the concentration camp because he refused to serve in the military.
He refused to serve in the medical corps.
He refused to serve in any kind of civilian labor force.
He refused to serve the state.
He refused to serve his people.
He refused to ensure their survival.
He turned against his own people.
And so he was sent here as a traitor.
And this woman said in the narration, she was reading a statement that a Nazi officer had made to him before they executed him.
And this officer had said, If you think you belong to God's kingdom in the other world, rather than to your people and to your nation, then you're of no use to us.
And they shot him.
And I remember thinking at the time, I really wish that they had gassed him instead.
I really wish that that was an actual thing that was done.
And you see, that's the same problem that we're dealing with today.
There are people who think that they belong to a fantasy realm and to a Jewish king rather than to their own people and to God and to nature and to gods.
Actual laws.
And so, how do we deal with this problem?
I don't know.
You tell me.
I know how I would deal with it, but then again, if I was in charge or had any group of men, had any component of willing warriors, we wouldn't have these problems in the first place.
So, I was raised to believe that I do belong to my people and to the true God, to nature's God.
And I was raised to believe that my own life is only an extension of the life of the race, that our future lives are only an extension of the life of the race.
So you see the difference in attitude and behavior between these two worldviews, these two cosmic views.
And hey, it's up to you to choose where you belong.
It's up to you to choose which you prefer, gentlemen.
So good luck to you.
I'll see you in the homeland, perhaps.
Time will tell.
Okay, I want to add a couple of remarks here real quick.
First off, yes, he was not exactly subtle about his dislike of Christianity, but that attitude's not uncommon among people in our movement, and especially in younger people, often those who have been forced to go to church as children.
Their parents made them put on hard shoes and scratchy clothes and listened to a lot of old people talk crap about stuff that bores them, which I suspect is the source of a lot of the anti-religious attitude in our wee little slice of life.
Normally, I don't allow outright attacks or any religious discussion on here, but that wasn't too bad.
At least he wasn't calling Jesus a dead Jew on a stick, and at least he wasn't jabbering butt-fucking cult nonsense.
I'll be interested to see if anybody screams and hollers about it.
Actually, over the past couple of years, I've observed what I think is a lessening in degree and intensity of all the religious hurly-burly in the movement.
Maybe all the Trump stuff in the election gave us something else to think about.
I may be wrong there.
We'll see.
Also, yes, there are historical cases where white people have regained lost territory.
Notably, the defeat of the Huns in the 5th century as a kind of last gasp of the old Roman Empire.
There was the defeat of the Muslims in the 8th century by Charles Martel that drove them out of France and the rest of continental Europe and penned them up beyond the Pyrenees in Spain.
There was the Reconquista of Spain for the Muslims, which lasted about 200 years.
The defeat of the Muslims at the walls of Vienna, once in the 16th and again in the late 17th century.
The expulsion of the Muslims from Eastern Europe, beginning in the early 19th century.
And there were some other lesser-known cases.
Nonetheless, I understand the point he's trying to make, and it's largely valid.
Now here's the trucker.
We're going to do what they say can't be done.
We've got a long way to go, and it's short time to get there.
I'm best bound just like a band and run.
If you put hard on the belt, some will remind them brakes to go.
Let it all hang out cause we gotta run the baby.
Greetings, comrades.
This is a trucker coming at you from the Republic of Texas.
And I'll load from California up there in the New England area, upstate New York.
But I've got to go on and trade out with another driver over here in Amarillo, Texas, and then head back for California.
Anyways, I understand that some of you...
Wish that Mr. Covington would go from a weekly to a daily podcast.
Well, here's a challenge for you.
For every new podcast you listen to, how about listening to four back episodes of Radio Free Northwest?
If you hold down that regimen in three months, you'll have knocked out a year worth of podcasts.
Keep that up, and hey, you get to listen to all the back episodes.
I know I'm a psycho, and I have listened to all the back episodes, but I have time to do that while I'm driving, so I figured going.
I mean, I've got 10, 11 hours behind the wheel to go and listen to podcasts, so I've got plenty of time to knock them out, but I figured that'd be a good challenge for you guys.
For every new week, you listen to a podcast, listen to four back episodes of them, and you'll get all caught up.
Short order.
Anyways, this most recent episode, Mr. Covington was talking about looking for a few good men and women to be up here in the Northwest.
Well, I look at Mr. Covington as kind of like an aspiring arsonist.
What do I mean by that?
Well, have you ever built a bonfire?
Do you go out and look for nice dry kindling?
Or are you going out after the wet, rotten wood and trying to get that to burn?
Well, it seems like that's what Mr. Covington is getting from y 'all, is kind of wet, rotten wood that doesn't burn worth a crap.
I've heated with wood before.
There's seasoned wood, and there's dry wood.
There's nice long-burning wood like oak, maple, madrona.
Oh, that's some good long-burning stuff there.
And then you've got your fire starter, wolfwood, like cedar.
And he's looking for nice long-burning wood to be able to keep his fire going with.
Yeah, you look for nice dry kindling, not the wettest stuff you can find out there on the forest floor.
No, you look for stuff that's been kind of sheltered, was up off the ground and dried or seasoned and stuff to go and be able to start your fire with.
And that wood being out there, been camping before, gone and gathered firewood before, yep, that's the way to do it.
You guys aren't giving Mr. Covington anything to work with.
He needs good, seasoned dry wood, not this rotten, wet, mushy wood stuff that doesn't burn worth of crap that you've got to go and throw a whole lot of gasoline on, and it still doesn't help.
So, how about we go and give Mr. Covington some good fuel to work with instead of the wet crap that just disappears or doesn't burn and just kind of sits there.
Okay, well, that's just a few random thoughts from me out here on the road.
So, I hope to see you out here making your scouting trip and your migration.
To the homeland sooner than later.
All right, this is the trucker signing off from upstate Texas.
We're surrounded now.
18-wheeler old men.
We're going to do what they say can't even.
We've got a long way to go.
Any short time to get there.
I'm Chris Bounders.
Watch your bandit run.
All right.
Thank you.
This is a group I never heard of before called The New Mules, and the song's called John Dye.
The New Mules
The New Mules Thank you.
Right, I said at the beginning of the year that we were going to get back to basics, so let's do that.
And let me once again do my damnedest to light a fire under your ass.
The dreaded moment is now upon us.
The moment we all knew would come someday.
In part, thanks to the election of Donald Trump, playtime is finally over.
Almost by accident, we now have a window of opportunity to create genuine change, even if we don't have the slightest idea what to do with it.
Playtime should have ended years ago, but it's continued long past the point where we should have moved on to serious revolutionary politics, and that point is on us now.
Trump has, if nothing else, temporarily disabled the mainstream media like breaking up a frozen lake, and we now have a chance to swim to the surface, so to speak.
We have a chance to buy into the high-stakes game to at least become players, and we damn well better take it.
Given the material abundance and the relative stability of Anglo-Zionist society before about 2008, most white males today grew up in a kind of extended adolescence.
Life for a lot of us, if not most of us, was one long spring break of beer, partying, and carefree irresponsibility that never seemed to end.
Today, Generation Xers and Millennials in their 30s and 40s and even their 50s act like kids, especially on the Internet with its fantasy world and its consequences for misbehavior.
There are enough of you living in mom and dad's basement to make that stereotype really hurt.
Even if you have managed to achieve and maintain gainful employment, most of your lives are an unholy mess.
A string of broken homes, broken marriages, divorces, bankruptcies, addictions, bad life decisions.
Fads and diversions, complete lack of focus or any plan in life beyond making it through today and tomorrow, and the aimless pursuit of new pleasures and new sensations which is the indelible mark of Jewish materialist man.
Okay, granted, there are some exceptions.
Some white men are willing to do things the old way and shoulder their personal and civic responsibilities in life, true.
But the clear and brutal fact is that they seem to be an increasing minority.
This pattern of white adolescent childishness continuing far into adulthood, this self-centered egotism, viciousness, and general lack of character, has never been displayed so clearly as in the racially conscious community over the past three generations, during which we have more or less accomplished nothing.
The endless generation of words, words, Words and cute images on an electronic screen is not an accomplishment if nothing changes and we keep on dying.
Our self-appointed white nationalist leaders, as well as a disproportionate number of our rank-and-file participants, have proven almost without exception to be deeply and fatally flawed men who have done more harm than good to the cause of white survival.
We're having the same problem now on the alt-right, as our primary spokesmen turn out to be partial Jews, queers, or those who tolerate queers, or race mixers.
And the revolting case of Milo Yiannopoulos this past week is negative progress of a sort, I suppose.
Instead of only embarrassing ourselves in our own little hermetically sealed world of photocopied newsletters like we used to do back in the day, now, thanks to the internet, we embarrass ourselves in front of the entire world.
For fifty years, the men who have claimed to lead the American white nationalist movement have generally been weak, dishonest, corrupt, treacherous, self-absorbed, cowardly, debauched, and in some cases perverted.
They've been completely ineffective, lacking in perseverance and direction, they've been as dumb as a bag of hammers, most of them, and completely devoid of any sense of the reality of the biopolitical crisis and civilization that we face.
White men have wasted the past sixty years in one long, endless childhood of playtime.
We have squandered untold millions of dollars, thousands of shattered and wasted lives, and years of precious and irretrievable time.
In return for this expenditure, we have achieved nothing at all by way of genuine and substantive change.
We have not changed or affected history at all.
We as a community are now carrying around a very heavy negative moral balance.
We as a race are in a karmic hole so deep that I shudder to think how the cosmos will judge us.
That time is now over.
The Trump era will bring instability and confusion and distraction as the world enemy tries to clamp down the iron heel again.
We will either take advantage of this time period or we will continue to play and our genetic heritage will be swept from the earth.
The demographic clock has struck.
By 2050, white people will officially be a minority in North America, but out here in the real world, it will in fact be all over much sooner than that.
Our average age will be so high that we will be incapable of recovery as a species.
Species do die out, you know.
Remember the passenger pigeon, the Tasmanian tiger, and the Neanderthals?
The last white people will die out in the northern reaches of Canada around the year 2130 or so.
A little more than a century from now.
We will be gone.
The generation of white children now being born may well be the last wave of births sufficiently numerous even to be called a generation.
From then on, our path to extinction is clear.
Now, if we're going to stop this, it has to be now.
It has to be through Northwest migration and the establishment of a sovereign white homeland in the Pacific Northwest, if for no other reason than the fact that there is no other plan.
The white nationalist movement has had 60 years to come up with a strategy to recover state power and save our race from genocide.
We have failed miserably.
Our only hope now is the Northwest migration and a last, desperate attempt to seize back some territory and acquire state power in order to give the remains of our people a refuge.
Failure to recognize this and act on it now falls into the category of criminal negligence.
There just isn't anything else.
No other way.
There ain't gonna be any other way.
And every one of you knows that this is true, whether you admit it or not, even to yourselves.
The time has come.
Playtime is over.
We must stop talking about it and do it.
Now, I admit, I'm not spotless in this.
I have not been able to achieve anywhere near what I should have been able to achieve in the past nine years.
There are specific reasons for that having to do with specific and identifiable people, but nobody wants to hear it and I won't offer it.
My job was to pull the magic beans from my pocket and I haven't done it and we're still headed for extinction.
It's possible that I might be able still to find those magic beans at the 59th second or the 59th minute of the 11th hour.
It's still possible that some of you might step.
Forward and provide me with what I need, but given our past track record, it's probably not something we should count on.
Now the time has come which we all knew would come.
The time when one man, all alone, can do no more, and when I cannot and should not be asked to continue on alone.
The time when I must have you, not someone else, standing here at my side.
The time when you, not the next guy.
Must finally step forward and give me some help.
One man all alone cannot accomplish an enterprise of this magnitude.
We all know this, and we all know that this is the point where our wee little movement always falls down.
The point where some heavy lifting needs to be done.
The point where it ceases to be entertaining, and everybody wanders away in search of more freebies off the internet.
The point where the tiniest modicum of personal risk for someone other than Harold Covington enters the picture and everyone flees like a terrified herd of gazelles who smell a lion.
The point where it comes time for someone other than Harold Covington to step forward.
The time when all the mighty quote-unquote Aryan warriors who have been urging me to lead suddenly disappear in a puff of smoke like ghosts when the rooster crows at dawn.
We no longer have infinite time.
We no longer have endless fresh starts.
I myself no longer have any more of these five- and ten-year blocks of my life to give up on movement dead end after movement dead end, starting over and over again each time everybody runs away.
We no longer have the option of starting over.
The clock has run out on us.
This cycle of defeatism, vacillation, and fear of being exposed and harmed must be broken.
We must build an entire political movement, more or less from scratch, out here in the real world.
A movement that exists in the cold and the wind and the rain, where angry and stupid people shout at us, And insult us and threaten us because they can see our faces.
And where we must stand up for our beliefs in immediate bodily confrontation, not a computer game, not a virtual reality fantasy, no more hiding.
It is time for our people to step forward off that computer screen, even if it's only a psychological inch or two as represented by publishing a post office box.
You know, in the old days of the 1970s and 1980s, we used to rant and rave about post office box Nazis, like I now rant and rave about internet Nazis.
I sure as hell never thought that the day would come when renting a post office box would be a milestone of physical courage and racial commitment.
Just goes to show how we never know how good we got it, huh?
At this point, as always, we run smack dab into character, but this time we have to face it, not run away as we always have before.
I'm sorry, guys.
I know you don't want to talk about this, but there's no more time and no more wiggle room.
We have to speak of it.
We have to look at what we are inside.
The Trump window has to be taken, so let's take our first real stab at it.
And here's that group, the new mules, again.
This is called "Shoe Cobbler."
I'm such a cobbler, can't that make me a free man?
I've had my fortune, oh, they said I'd marry a zoo man.
Ling, ling, ling, ling, ling, my dear.
Ling, ling, ling, ling, ling, ling, my dear.
Although she was my dear The very first time that I got drunk I fell and split the table determined I would mend it if ever I got able.
Ling Ling Ling Ling Ling Li-Di Oh, she was my dear.
The very next time that I got drunk I fell into the woodpile and if my wife had looked me out I guess suddenly did a good while Ling Ling Ling Ling Ling Li-Di
Oh, she was my dear.
Well now I've lost my shoe thread and don't know where to find it Oh, right there, right around there behind me, big ball waxed her behind me Ling Ling Ling Ling Ling Li-Di Oh, she was my dear.
Ling Ling Ling Ling Ling Li-Di Ling Ling Ling Ling Li-Di Ling Ling Ling Ling Li-Di Ling Ling Ling Ling Li-Di Oh, she was my dear.
for registration.
Why are you here?
Why are you involved in this whole racial thing at all, internet or otherwise?
Why are you listening to these words?
What is it that you want from all this?
What do you hope to gain or achieve?
What are you willing to do, to risk, to give up, in order to achieve whatever that goal may be in your case?
Are you in this because you want to put something into it, or because you want to get something out of it?
If you haven't thought about these things, and it's time you did, now for the past 60 years, the overwhelming majority of white people involved in right-wing and racial causes have not been revolutionaries, or for that matter, even particularly radical.
What most of our people have always been is what might be politely called strong conservatives or reformists.
Less politely and more accurately, they're reactionaries.
They are reacting to conditions of life which have become intolerable.
And they're reacting as human beings naturally do to insult, oppression, and injury.
They're lashing out in anger and hate at their tormentors.
Now, this is entirely understandable.
But racial resentment is not a political program or a worldview.
The uncomfortable truth is that our enemies have rather neatly nailed our asses.
Most of us are simply haters.
Few of us have sufficient geopolitical education and intellectual depth to hate an entire economic, political, and social system, however evil.
We're not Europeans.
That's too faceless and too abstract for us.
It requires too much thought and analysis, and with Americans, thinking hurts our heads.
We have never been taught to think at all.
We have been taught to feel, and that's not the same thing.
So, like good Americans, we take the easy way out.
We focus on individual people or minority groups, and we don't worry about the system that has created this living hell from the ground up.
We hate the niggers or the spics or the Jews or the faggots and never stop to think how and why they got to be where they are and doing what they're doing.
We don't particularly love those of our own race, as witnessed a long string of white people, most of us movement types, very loudly revile an attack for religious or ethnic or cultural reasons.
We just hate people who are different from us.
And most of this hatred is born out of personal frustration, disappointment, or in all too many cases, it is born out of terrible immediate injury.
Not that these reasons are necessarily invalid, as since genuinely spiritual and ideological human beings have always been quite rare, such personal reasons will most likely always constitute the majority of our motivation.
When a white man has a loved one, butchered by niggers, Or a child dragged into drugs and race-mixing by the filthy Judaic culture, or he's victimized by our vile court system in some way, or when his daughter presents him with a mulatto grandchild.
Or when someone loses a job to affirmative action, or he's forced into daily contact with buggery and third-world filth, or he watches a loved one stripped bare of a lifetime of work and savings because they were so unfortunate as to get sick.
Now, these are powerful motivations for wanting to attack the system that allowed these things to happen.
But the overwhelming majority of white people who are involved in right-wing and racial causes and grouplets don't want genuine systemic change.
They don't want to change the system.
They want revenge on the system, which is not the same thing.
They get involved hoping to right their personal wrongs, not their people's wrongs.
Put another way, most of us don't really want to change every aspect of America from top to bottom and turn it into something new.
Most of us, if the truth be known, probably don't even see that much wrong with the system itself and prefer the devil we know.
What we really want...
Is for the existing system to work right, meaning work for us personally.
We want the system to give us our props, as the Wiggers say.
We want the existing order to keep its promises.
We don't want to overthrow the establishment.
We just want our share.
We want the American dream which was promised to us and which has not been delivered.
We want everything to be the way it was or we think it was in some far-off, dimly-perceived, idyllic past.
We want all the good things in life that we have now.
The money and the shiny high-tech toys, the SUVs, the football games on TV, the backyard barbecue, the vacations at the beach or the lake.
Oh, the trip to Six Flags, the massive consumer consumption.
We want that good old time religion that we learned at our mother's knee.
We want mom and God and apple pie.
We want the old red, white, and blue, and of course, the beer.
And at the same time, we want to have none of the bad things.
No crime, no drugs, no niggers, no Mexicans, no faggots, no feminist bitches, no lawyers, no scummy street corner lefties, no liberal talking heads on TV, no non-white faces on the tube or in the stores, and everyone around us looking and thinking like ourselves.
And by the way, that's entirely natural.
That's good racial instincts right there.
Now, I think this is one reason why I haven't done as well as I should in my own career.
You folks, by and large, want the American dream, and I don't.
I'm not really an American, and never have been.
Maybe it's some holdover from my immediately previous existence, which I have reason to believe was in roughly the right time and place.
Maybe for some reason in 1953 my soul just didn't take a strong enough sip from what the Tibetans refer to as the waters of forgetfulness, and some of the good stuff, the old stuff, the right stuff, kind of hung over into my present life.
But I've just never bought into the American Dream at all, not even from childhood.
I want the Iron Dream.
And since I'm not offering you the product that you really want, I suppose I shouldn't be surprised if I don't make too many sales.
Now, in this country, in this society, there is a name for white people who feel this way about the American Dream.
They're called Republicans.
But there's a problem.
The American Dream is no longer a viable option.
It's gone.
It couldn't survive in the real world for more than a generation or two.
Ozzie and Harriet are dead and their rotting carcasses are being devoured by jackals.
No more Brady Bunch childhoods for this last generation.
Things are going to get worse and worse and worse from now on, forever, until a white man once more remembers how to kill his enemies.
Now, if that doesn't happen, then every one of us listening to these words will most likely die warehoused in some hideous old folks' home, probably murdered in the dark of night by our Nigerian or Filipino caregivers, smothered with a pillow because we complained, or our throats cut for our IV.
Now, that's what America holds in store for us unless we stop hiding, stop running away, and step forward for Northwest migration.
Out here in the real world, no matter what plan we use, we can only achieve anything like the results we claim we want through revolution.
The complete reordering of American society from top to bottom by force of arms.
And all of us know this.
It's the biggest open secret in American politics.
The entire political system is designed with one goal in focus.
To prevent change.
The only way to put an end to the horror is to put an end to the whole system, and George Soros and his Jew crew ain't gonna go gentle into that good night.
The only way to put an end to this dance macabre is by fire and sword.
Being who we are, white Americans of the early 21st century, we will do anything, perform any feat of mental and semantic acrobatics to avoid having to face up to inconvenient and unpalatable truths, especially this one.
Our capacity for self-deception is limitless.
Peter, Paul, and Mary once sang, How many times can a man turn his head and pretend that he just doesn't see?
Where white people are concerned, the number of times that we can turn our heads is infinite.
We are especially good at turning our heads while looking in a mirror.
We know what we're seeing in that mirror.
Most of us have the good grace to be ashamed.
And so we turn our heads and pretend that we just don't see.
And every time since 1981, when I have dragged you repeatedly to the brink and forced you to look, you run away.
We don't want the Iron Dream.
We want the American Dream.
Middle-class suburbia and red, white, and blue and Marsha Brady the cheerleader and like overgrown babies, which we are.
We will keep on crying and beating our little fisties against the wall and holding our breaths until we turn blue, until Mommy and Daddy buy us that toy we want.
But Mommy and Daddy are dead and gone.
They're rotting away down in the ditch with Ozzie and Harriet and God and Apple Pie and the American Dream.
In America the Beautiful, the jackals and the rats and the centipedes are eating them too.
We want the present system magically to fix itself, which ain't going to happen.
And no, Trump ain't going to fix it either.
My guess is that he'll be overthrown or murdered, but that's a whole other story.
Now, we're really screwed, guys.
We want result A, which can only be achieved by strategy B, but the overwhelming majority of us would rather die than adopt strategy B. As we will.
Die, that is, if we don't get our act together.
Okay, let's try and be charitable.
We'll leave aside the issue of our laziness and moral cowardice as individuals.
In fact, I'll try not to mention the C word again.
No point in discussing that anyway, since no one will admit that I'm talking about them.
It's always the other guy Harold is referring to.
It might be more accurate to say that actual revolution in America is just plain beyond our comprehension.
We simply can't wrap our minds around the possibility that such a thing could be.
We've been raised from birth with the idea of one nation indivisible under God, which is Codswallop.
Nowhere is it chiseled in stone by God or anyone else that the North American continent absolutely must be politically united into one national entity for all eternity until the crack of doom.
Manifest destiny is horseshit.
History and human realities don't work like that.
Anything and everything is possible for mankind.
Human beings create their own reality.
And we can create a new one here if we ever get up off our lazy, frightened asses.
The murdered Edgar Steele used to end his podcasts with the slogan, New America, an idea whose time has come.
I've got a better idea.
End America, an idea whose time has come.
Every other continent on the face of this earth has many countries on it, and eventually so will our continent.
We all know perfectly well that the niggers and spics and third world trash ain't going nowhere until massive amounts of violence are applied to their dusky hides.
Lacking weapons of mass destruction, no one's going to do that, and we can't either.
The MUDs here are on this continent to stay until such time as someone acquires the weapons of mass destruction and the willingness to use them.
Which is not going to happen in any kind of future that any of us are relevant to.
What can happen?
What's possible, what we have already seen within living memory in the breakup of the Soviet Union, is that at some point in the future, when the federal government becomes too weak and incompetent to maintain control and loses the credible monopoly of armed force, we can divide up the American pie.
The only question is, will the white man get any slice of the pie at all?
Ever since Trump was elected, the idea of secession has been out in the open.
Oddly enough, coming from the liberals.
That's a large part of the window of opportunity I've been talking about.
There are those who believe that the God Emperor Trump will fix everything, and we can now flop back onto the sofa and kick off our shoes and pick up the TV remote, although fewer and fewer of us even have such possessions anymore.
Being who we are, and having been born and raised where and when we were born and raised, what we really want is a truly American solution, a quick and painless fix that costs us nothing.
Or that we can at least get a coupon for.
With our American sense of entitlement, this is what we naturally seek.
We think we won't actually be compelled to do anything ourselves except write checks and applaud when Fearless Leader holds up the cue cards.
We won't have to undergo any risk or danger.
We won't have to be shot at or arrested or imprisoned.
We won't have to be beaten and hurt.
We won't have to hurt anyone else and feel bad about ourselves.
We won't have to pack up and move anywhere.
We won't even have to interrupt our daily routine or miss dancing with the stars.
Above all, we won't have to give up those lovely, cool, frosty beers from the six-pack in the refrigerator.
It will all just happen by magic.
One fine day when Harold or some other fearless leader finds those magic beans.
Trump's billions of dollars have been mistaken for those magic beans.
The fearless leaders offer you the product that you want.
I don't.
For 60 years, a succession of snake oil salesmen have offered you the American dream.
Game without pain.
Play without pay.
Warm and fuzzy and well-oiled with beer.
No one is ever held responsible for anything.
Life is charged off on a cosmic credit card, and the bill never comes due.
I, on the other hand, have spent my life trying to force us all to face up to unpalatable truth, and you know how that's turned out.
It's over now.
The clock has run out.
Playtime is over.
Reality is on us, and it sucks, big time.
Now, this year, this month, this day, somehow the real thing begins.
Am I going to make some kind of dramatic announcement now, or pull a rabbit out of a hat?
No.
I just have to keep on trying.
Failure or quitting simply isn't an option, because yes, Virginia, we really are out of time now.
The advent of Donald Trump is the beginning of the main event in American history.
The genetic trait that imparts to our people their unique Aryan character, their integrity and idealism, their physical courage, seems to have become largely dormant over the past 50 years, probably due to the massive loss to our gene pool during both world wars, when all the white alpha males went to the front and slaughtered one another, and the cowards stayed behind the lines as staff officers and bureaucrats and so forth and so on.
The alpha male gene seems to have been bred out of us for all practical purposes.
The number of white males who retain it are so few that they're not even a remnant.
They're just genetic flukes, throwbacks, what are called sports in animal breeding when an individual suddenly shows traits from many generations back.
But I have to find them.
Even a couple of hundred white people, male or female, who still have the alpha gene, if concentrated in a few key places here in the Northwest.
And given a program of action to follow, could still tip the balance.
Now, this is going to be the story of the rest of Harold Covington's life.
Sifting, sifting, sifting like a prospector panning a stream, looking for that little bit of color in the bottom of the pan.
Going through the thousands of email addresses and other contacts.
Accumulating a few hundred at a time who talk the talk, but who run away the minute I demand that they step out from behind the computer and won't let them hide their faces anymore.
And then starting over, doing the same thing again.
Keeping and nurturing the two or three out of each batch who seem to have a little bit of character and a glimmer of understanding.
All I can do is keep on begging you to look in that mirror.
And if you don't like what you see, don't turn away.
You know what you have to do.
It's not that you can't do it.
It's that you won't do it.
But you can change that.
The road is open for you to be a man again.
The road of courage and self-worth, of pride and honor and eventually of glory, lies open for you just as much as it ever lay open for any Aryan man since the dawn of time.
The Road Northwest Now when this is over,
over and through And all them changes have coming past I wanna meet you in the big sky country I just wanna prove Let
me tell you why.
Cause you held my number You held my name You held my body through the thick and thin On a bed of roses in the big sky country Spread out We're good
to go.
is why I'll be getting over in the big sky country.
I'll be kissing time, kissing time, goodbye.
Hallelujah, mama, there's a mama cry.
They got lights on all the waves.
Hallelujah, I mean, glory, hallelujah.
If I could only come round once and see your face, so just Watch them lovers while they sleep and slide.
They're gonna prove it to the big sky country They're just gonna prove it while the whole world collides, yeah Like hallelujah in the big sky country Just like forever and ever is forever We're getting over in the big sky country Be kissing
time, be kissing time, goodbye Meeting our makeup in the big sky country Be just like lovers and love is wild We're getting over to the big sky country We'll be kissing
time, kissing time, goodbye Big sky country Big sky country Big sky
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Big sky country Big sky country Big sky country Now, normally I don't bother to respond to trolls, but this is something that people other than trolls have mentioned to me.
Now, I got a comment from an idiot earlier this week, my guess is from one of the paid cognitive dissonance hops, that whoever the hell is hiring these people finances on the internet, there are a number of these, and my guess is that if you trace the money back, you'd end up on George Soros' doorstep.
I can generally tell when it's one of these professionals trolling me for one thing.
I will say this.
Soros' employees can always spell correctly, which these days is an art that almost is lost among the population at large of all races.
Niggers and lesbians are nothing but a string of obscenities.
Jews are always scatological, meaning a lot of reference to excrement, and they threaten a lot.
But with a little more imagination than the niggers and the dykes, SJWs are just childish and silly, and for some reason, not sure why, I don't seem to get many trolls from outright faggots, which is odd considering the way I've been going at them on Twitter.
Now secondly, these subsidized trolls always work off a template, a canned script where they attempt to use shithouse psychology on me to try and demoralize me and depress me and make me go boo-hoo-hoo, you're so mean, or whatever.
In the past, I may have mentioned that strange wog up in Vancouver who back in 1997 proclaimed his intention to try and drive me to commit suicide by posting mean things about me on the internet.
I thought it was a joke at the time, but the fact is that's actually worked on some people since then.
I still hear from him every now and then.
Plus, this one guy who is just really weird.
I don't know what this guy's scene is.
He is pretending to be a man that I happen to know died around 16 or 17 years ago.
And he knows I know, and he keeps pretending to be this person, which, I have to admit, it's kind of creepy.
Maybe he's trying to convince me he's the ghost of Jacob Marley or something.
Anyway, this Nimrod a few days ago was mocking me due to the fact that, according to him, I am spending all my time slaving over this computer and shuffling papers and running around doing errands and whatnot, to the point where I have not written anything for going on five years now.
Ha ha ha.
You can't even get anybody sufficiently interested to come up there and give you a hand so that you'll have the time to write.
So you're not a writer anymore, blah, blah.
Okay, yeah, I'll admit there's something to that, although needless to say, the situation is much more complex and nuanced than is dreamt of in this fool's philosophy.
It's also largely by choice.
Now, when I finished Freedom's Sons, I decided that the time for theory is done, that somebody needs to at least try to put all this into practice, and to be honest, I seem to be about the only one who's even trying.
Now finally, in point of fact, I have produced another book since then, just not a Northwest novel.
This one is, quite frankly, a piece of purely commercial crap that I wrote in the autumn of 2014 to try and make some money.
It's published under a name not my own.
I won't give you the title for obvious reasons.
I call this work my garbage book, and that's not a bad designation for it, because frankly, yeah, it's garbage.
It's a short piece, a little less than 100,000 words, and it's a specialty novel written for a specific niche market.
No, it is not pornography, although it does have some rather raunchy commercial dirt scenes in there.
In point of fact, I have made some money off it, but not much, largely because I simply don't have the time to promote and sell the damn thing.
Those writers like Stephen King and Tom Clancy who do still get proper commercial publishing are incredibly lucky, not just because they get the six-figure advances, but because their agents and publishers handle the promotion and sales angle and have whole teams of people to do so.
They have whole networks, bookshops and wholesalers and book fairs and libraries and every other damn thing.
Things that the independently published or self-published author just doesn't have access to.
I got nothing except my computer and a couple of covert Facebook and email accounts to try and stimulate interest in the book in this particular specialty market.
And to be honest, like everything else, I've been letting it slip over the past year, what with the election and all.
I mean, there is an available time factor here.
Just for the record, though, no, I haven't stopped writing completely.
I mean, if nothing else, there's all the racial nationalist stuff that I write for RFN and the Northwest Observer.
I will mention one more thing about the garbage book before it disappears into the mysterious mists of literary legend, the lost Covington book, blah, blah, blah.
I mean it when I say that I intended for this to be a purely commercial money-making project, so accordingly, I couldn't have anything overtly racial or political in there, nor do I. It's not screamingly politically correct, but it has all the required elements of diversity, although, of course, my male and female leads are both white, and I gather that's nowadays considered to be racist.
And yet, something I didn't even notice until I'd completed the final draft, and I actually sat down and read it cover to cover.
To my surprise, I perceived that...
Entirely unconsciously on my part, through elements of plot and dialogue and character, I had created a not-too-shabby proto-national socialist and or racially significant novel.
More in the philosophical sense than through anything overt.
Apparently, I can't write politically correct drivel even when I try.
Anyway, our time is up now for this week's edition of Radio Free Northwest.
This program is brought to you by the Northwest Front.
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This is Harold Covington, and I'll see you next week.
Until then, Sasha Andaman.
Freedom.
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