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March 16, 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-woo, 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, right the north to you and me.
One more roar for signal, token whistle, out the marching tune.
Your bike upon your shoulder By the rising of the moon By the rising of the moon By the rising of the moon Switch your bike upon your shoulder By the rising of the moon Out from many a mud wall Cabin eyes were watching through the night Many a manly chest was throbbing For the blessed warming night The waters passed along the valleys Like the man she's lonely crew And a thousand
blades were flashing At the rising of the moon At the rising of the moon At the rising of the moon And a thousand blades were flashing At the rising of the moon It's March the 16th, 2017.
I'm Harold Covington, and this is Radio Free Northwest.
Okay, we'll kick it off with a kid calling himself Doomguard.
He was on last week.
I don't approve of some of these comic book type names that younger white people use on the internet.
My recommendation, if you're going to choose what's called a nom de guerre or a pseudonym, Pick one that's just normal sounding like Robert Jones or John Smith or something like that.
Not Dr. Doom or Legion of Doom or some ridiculous quasi-German thing like Horst Eichmann and none of this nonsense.
That just sounds silly.
But anyway, here he is.
Hey, gentlemen.
This episode's going to be about a few items of channel news.
So, apparently one of my little talks ended up on Radio Free Northwest last week.
This is Harold Covington's show, centered around his...
The Northwest Front, which is basically parallel to what I think we should be heading towards.
I think we should be moving towards the Pacific Northwest to basically follow his plan or something akin to it.
One of my good old goys, GM, told me about it, so I've sent him a message and I'm eagerly awaiting his reply.
You know, I'd always wanted to be on Radio Free Northwest, actually.
I just kind of hoped that eventually, once I'd moved there, I would have my own spot on the show.
I don't know if that'll happen or not.
I do have a tendency to say things that may be a little bit inflammatory.
The good thing is that Harold Covington is fine with that, usually.
But I think he tries to keep the F-bombs to a minimum, the profanity and obscenity to a minimum, to keep it, you know, a nice, clean Aryan show.
And I respect that.
Anyways, though, I'll...
Put a link to the episode in the description.
It's within the first two or three minutes of the show.
So, he corrected me on a few things, and one of them was my attitude towards certain of the faithful that are in our...
I don't know.
I guess they're in our community.
We'll see what contribution they make.
The days of Rockwell, I'm afraid those are long gone.
The days of the Christian stormtroopers in the SS, I'm afraid those days have passed.
Me, personally, I've seen one community project totally torn apart by religious spurging.
And I can see right now the right wing totally self-immolating and shooting itself in the foot with rampant hypocrisy.
And taking anyone on the basis of what they say they believe is obviously a mistake, as is perfectly illustrated by Milo Yiannopoulos.
And, of course, the whole right wing is desperate to try and deny that that just blew up in their face and made them all look like idiots.
But I'm not going to let them forget it.
Regardless, I tried to do the inclusive thing, you know, anybody can believe and do whatever they want, think whatever they want, but I'm not really sure that that's true, actually, because I was talking with a friend last night, and the fact of the matter is, white people are extremely religious.
Fanatically, furiously, violently religious.
They are.
A good number of them are.
And if the religion does not serve specifically the race and the spirit of our people, our racial soul, and our own destiny, and our own cause, well then, we're going to have a big problem, ladies and gentlemen.
And we are having a problem.
It's the giant woolly mammoth in the room that nobody wants to acknowledge.
And if you try denying that Zionism is a huge, integral component of American conservative Christianity, American Christian conservatism, then you're in complete denial.
You are disastrously out of touch, and you need to get real.
But whatever.
He also corrected me on...
What I said about the white race never seeming to be able to hold on to its territory or recover lost territory.
And GM corrected me on this too.
But I'm not really sure if Spain and Eastern Europe actually count.
Because in that case, that territory was still populated largely by white people and we basically overthrew the occupiers.
It was an occupied territory by foreigners.
They had set up an occupational government, a caliphate, whatever.
And we ousted them.
And it took a long damn time just to do that.
And it took the involvement of other European governments.
So basically the people weren't able to do it themselves.
So that's the problem with white people, is they can't do anything without the government telling them to, giving them a permission slip, as Harold Covington likes to say.
And he's right.
Sadly, he's right.
You know, it basically takes Celtic fury.
It takes an infusion of that Irish bloodlust.
And even then, I don't know, only occasionally it works.
You've got to have some pugnacious, some irascible Irish mentality to you.
Fortunately, I've got plenty of that.
But anyways, I understand what he was saying though, and he's right.
I mean, I'll just give you guys that point in that case.
So apparently I've ended up on the Daily Stormer at least once, and I've been on the Daily Stormer before.
My name's getting around, which is kind of interesting considering I still haven't broke a thousand subscribers yet.
But thanks to all of you guys out there who are giving me a boost up.
I'll do a thank you video at some point.
So, somebody asked me for an update on my situation with the job offer that I had gotten a few weeks ago.
You remember me telling the story about the sad old cuck that worked there as the manager of the branch.
Well, I heard that the reason why he had to leave early that day and he couldn't tell me the details about the job, I heard that the reason why he's been leaving early, apparently every day he leaves like shortly after noon, is because he's just been through an incredibly intense surgery.
Apparently he went in for a triple bypass, but they ended up doing five on him.
And so I was wondering why he looked like a zombie when I was in there.
So I guess it's true what Maracu said in Brex Yourself.
Cucking's bad for your health.
It really is.
This is why we've got to get you under control, ladies, girls.
This is why we seriously have to.
We've got to do something.
You've got to be manageable again.
Because we really can't take this.
Look, a man, it doesn't matter what men say.
They say, oh, we're fine with it.
Oh, I don't care.
I'm tolerant.
I can take it.
They say, oh, I don't care what my wives or my daughters do.
Well, it's just not true.
Okay, no man can handle that level of stress, alright?
He just cannot.
And he'll deny it, but he really cannot.
Men do this.
Men are natural-born deniers.
You know, we deny it when we're in pain.
We deny it when we're stressed out or when we're afraid.
Because nobody wants to hear it.
And that's the way it should be.
No one wants to hear about your problems.
So, toughen up.
But I'm just telling you right now, on behalf of all my brothers, we really need you to get under control and get your act together.
Start acting right.
Because this guy was not in poor health.
I mean, he didn't look like he was in bad shape.
He was thin.
He was really thin.
He wasn't fat.
He wasn't incredibly obese.
He wasn't a smoker.
Shouldn't have had any problems.
But five damn bypasses, I mean.
He's being cucked to an early grave.
So I guess I could have taken the job because odds are he's not going to last much longer.
He'll probably be dead within a year or two.
So that's the update for now.
Also, I should mention before I go, a lot of you who are commenting on my videos, for some reason, your comments are either being marked as spam or deleted or whatever.
I'm not really sure why.
You must have ticks or fleas attached to you that are following you around and flagging all your comments.
But for some reason, when I go to the flagged or blocked comments section, it won't allow me to approve the comments either.
So that's a little strange.
Don't ask me.
Anyways, gentlemen, have a good night.
Right.
We just went on to daylight savings time this weekend, so spring is officially here, and it's time for scouting trips.
I've already heard from several people who are planning on coming this spring and summer, and you're going to be getting more and more Settler 17-related stuff now that the weather is beginning to ease a bit.
Although not in New England, as I see by today's Drudge Report, where Old Man Witter is hanging on for a bit.
Anyway, I want to talk to you folks now about a question which is somewhat linked to migration, in that it's about the party itself, what we're doing, what we're not doing, why we're doing it or not doing it, etc., etc.
I find it a little odd that at this late date, I should still have to be dealing with this question, because as of just a few years ago, I was hoping we'd finally put it to bed.
The answers are so obvious that I no longer thought they needed to be articulated, but then Donald Trump came along with his limitless funds and resources and kicked over the table.
Now, we're going to be dealing with all kinds of unintended and unexpected results of the 2016 election for some time, and this is one of them.
Basically, the fact that...
Trump was able to do certain things with his billions of dollars and his ability to buy whatever and whoever he needed has given us, or some of us anyway, the idea that we can get away with doing certain things ourselves, which we can't, because we don't have billions of dollars to pay for things and people that we need to buy.
Now, what I'm talking about here is streetwalking.
Yeah, let's revisit that.
I will now tell you the story of Comrade X, whom I won't name because my intention is not to embarrass this man, and I certainly don't want to point him out to the system any more than he already is now.
Inspired by the Trump victory, this man joined a so-called KKK group, this one out of Pennsylvania.
A week or so ago, he and a small group of about six or eight guys did a robed or otherwise costumed street gig.
I don't know, he hasn't sent me the actual pictures of the event.
It was at a taco stand, of all things, which they claimed was run by illegals, which it probably was.
And these guys announced to the media, among the things, that they had reported the stand to ICE.
There was no problem at the event, other than the usual yelling and hollering from passing cars.
These guys got short blurbs on local TV news with video and somewhat more coverage on the left loon internet circuit, but it seems to have been the TV coverage that did him in.
This guy got his face on the news on Friday night, and on Monday morning, he no longer had a job.
He is now yelling and hollering that he's going to sue this and sue that and his rights have been violated, which they certainly were, but I've explained to him that he's about to run into the old reliable Catch-22 that the liberal left always uses to disguise their persecution of white dissidents.
The Constitution prevents legal discrimination by the government or agencies of the government, but not by private citizens.
In theory, A private citizen can fuck you over and deny you goods and services and employment for any reason he wants, unless, of course, you're a Christian who objects to making a faggot wedding cake or somebody who doesn't want nignogs of Muslims in your place of business, in which case, no, they can't.
Remember, in practice, the Constitution and the law actually mean whatever left-wing liberal Democrat judges and U.S. attorneys say it means.
Ask Bill White.
He got a Supreme Court ruling two years ago that the crime he was accused of isn't even a crime on constitutional grounds, and he's been trying to get released from prison ever since, and the courts keep telling him to just go away and be quiet.
But, I digress.
Anyway, this person has email contact with me and the party, but he says he wants to be in a group that quote-unquote does something.
Now, apparently, bringing people into a new land and forming communities of actual white human beings off the internet isn't doing anything.
Okay, let's take another run at streetwalking.
I would like, if possible, to find some way to get this part of my learning curve through to you guys without you having to find out I'm right the hard way through experimentation, since if you lose a job through politically incorrect activity, it can...
Be hard to recover.
This gentleman has done what we in our tiny little movement call running away to join the circus.
He has put on a costume and made a clown out of himself.
He has also made sure that if the local police didn't know about him beforehand, they damn sure do now.
From now on, every time something happens in a Jewish cemetery, every time somebody scrawls a politically incorrect word on a wall, Every time somebody makes a prank phone call to a politically protected minority, this guy's driveway is the one the police are going to roll up in.
This man has now placed himself on the police lists, and from now on, if anything should happen in his area, like some idiot skinhead throwing rocks through a synagogue window or spray-painting a Jewish community center, or even worse, kicking over headstones in a Jewish cemetery, the type of garbage that's going on right now, in fact.
Or hanging a toy monkey where a nigger can see it, like they used to do some years ago, that kind of thing, if and when that happens, this man who picketed the taco stand will have cops on his doorstep, first thing pressuring him to talk to them and cooperate and name names.
If that happens, he will have reporters coming around to his house at all hours when they're short of a story and shoving cameras in his face when he steps out of his home.
This man may be one of these exhibitionists who seeks out this kind of notoriety.
I think not from his email comments.
I think he's already realizing that he's made an appalling mistake and put himself right in the crosshairs, not just of the law, but of the Soros paid renomob who are starting to become much more dangerous than they have been in the past.
Now, we do get these people who experience an actual rush adrenaline.
Or some kind of masochistic sexual thrill or something of the kind from standing on a street corner wearing strange garb and having scum shout filthy words and throw garbage at them.
But if you're one of these people, once the thrill has worn off, you will find, as I found back in 1979 and 1980, when I had my 15 minutes, that this bullshit gets very old very fast.
And if you yield to the temptation to run away and join the circus like this because you see people getting away with going to Trump rallies...
If you think that applies to any kind of open racial awareness or wicked evil racism just because Trump got elected on November the 8th and it's alright to be who you are now in public because Trump won, then you are very much in for another thing.
I keep telling people this is still Obama's America.
The liberal Democrats are still in power.
They are fighting against removal like engorged ticks on a hound dog, and Trump is having the devil's own time digging them out.
He just this last week began purging Obama-appointed U.S. attorneys, which is the first step in cleaning out the so-called Justice Department.
And despite the advantages made over the past few years in developing an alternative media, the mainstream media is still in the pockets of the liberal left and the globalists, and they always will be, even when their viewership dwindles away to nothing.
You may believe that you have a good relationship with your boss and that your job is secure.
Well, maybe.
But it's still too soon for almost any company to resist the pressure that will be brought against it for employing a known racist.
However, I understand the frustration and the attitude about, oh, hurl, the Northwest Front ain't doing nothing.
Gotta do something.
Gotta do something.
Gotta jump up and down and shit snowballs.
It doesn't matter.
Gotta do something.
I get this all the time.
People who are so desperate to get some kind of feeling of accomplishment to find some way to fast forward the tape.
So desperate to do something that makes them feel like they're part of the magic that they end up doing the wrong thing.
Or perhaps a better way to put it would be that they end up doing the same thing.
This movement of ours suffers from an almost fatal lack of imagination.
When push comes to shove, usually all we can think of to do is dress up in a costume and stand on a street corner with a sign in our hands.
Thus, allowing the local police and media to get our picture and our license number and making sure that whatever use we might be in future as a public spokesman, we are now useless as a serious revolutionary.
Because the police know who we are.
Standing on a street corner wearing some kind of strange garb and holding a sign is a kind of political suicide as far as serious revolution goes.
It takes you out of the game.
And before some moron cognitive dissonance operative leaps onto Twitter or the comments section screaming that this is a contradiction of things I've been saying about how we all need to step forward and stop hiding behind the computer and stand up and let people see our faces, this is apples and oranges we're talking here.
We need to take it real, yes.
Not take it silly.
Do you understand the difference?
Maybe that's what I need to be concentrating on for a while now.
Getting you guys to grasp the difference between doing something and doing something, if you get my drift.
So, first music break.
This week is our St. Patrick's Day episode, so we'll be hitting the Irish music.
This is Mecham and Clancy.
Well, there are many sides to the troubled times in Ireland.
Here's a kind of funny sight about a motor car that belongs to Dr. Johnson.
Just on my brannigan's corner, one morning I did stray.
I met a fellow rebel, and to me did say, We're more than stronger captain to assemble at Dunbar.
But how are we to get there without a motor car?
Oh, Barney, dear, beyond which here I'll tell you what will be.
The specials, they are political, but they are all a young.
Hooray!
With ten-no-air, Johnson, to me just a strandar.
Coming in the poison, running in the riding Johnson's walk-in'down.
He said, this is an urgent case, there is no time to lose.
He then put on his caster hat and on his breast a star.
You could hear the din of food and fin of Johnson's motor car.
Oh, but when he got away, we've reached the river seesaw there.
Oh, Johnson knew the game was up, but I had a lady's fare.
He said, I have a permit to come near and far.
What the hell with your English permit?
We want your motor car.
What will my loyal brother think when they hear the news?
My car, it has been commandeered by the rebels at the loose.
Will you be a receipt for it?
I'll sign my Captain Barr.
Have an island yet, sir.
Freedom, I'll get your motor car.
Well, they put that car in motion and collect your motor car.
With guns and Bennett's shining, there's made old Johnson clip.
And Barney Heist of the ship went like a brother like a star.
And they give you cheers for the IRA of Johnson's motor car.
And they give you cheers for the IRA of Johnson's motor car.
Well, we have a lot of new listeners being brought in via Twitter and from other sources, so yeah, I suppose I do, kinda.
Look, let me explain a few things here.
One of the racially conscious community's most durable and sacrosanct sacred cows is the street walk, otherwise known, almost always incorrectly, as a demonstration or rally.
Eighteen people do not constitute a rally of any kind, although the Jew and scumbag counter-demonstrations are often sufficiently large to merit that designation.
Now, before we go any further, I need to add here by way of full disclosure that for the first eight years or so of my racial career, I wore a costume myself, but I grew out of it.
Now, one of the signs of political maturity in a movement person is when you finally realize it isn't a uniform.
It's a costume.
It took me eight years, but then I'm a slow learner.
Streetwalking in its present racial form in America goes back to the famous Commander George Lincoln Rockwell and his early stormtrooper activities in Washington, D.C. and elsewhere.
I talked about him last week.
Since Rockwell was so far head and shoulders above everybody else that the movement has subsequently produced, by way of leadership, self-appointed or otherwise, it's understandable that a lot of misconception and distortion has attached itself to the Rockwell legend.
Now, one of the more unfortunate beliefs that has embedded itself in our white nationalist subculture from the Rockwell era is the concept of the minuscule activity on public property, especially dressed in some kind of odd garb or costume, as a kind of defining rite of passage or manhood ritual for us.
This is a completely incorrect reading of George Lincoln Rockwell's Phase I tactics, which, just as much as Weimar, were distinct and particular to his time and place, a time and place now almost half a century distant.
A temporary set of tactics, which Rockwell himself defined repeatedly and very clearly as publicity stunts to be used only during the earliest phases of the A&P struggle, has now become a kind of cult among racially aware whites, who basically have no real political insight or aptitude, they just like showing their butts and getting the cameras turned on them.
Now, it did die down for a while, but with the rise of Donald Trump, who could rent whole stadiums and pay for the necessary plant and personnel to stage actual for-real rallies, Streetwalking has come back with a vengeance.
Now let me explain the official pre-Trump rationale behind streetwalking, the rationale that our wee little movement has always used to justify it, point by point.
Now streetwalking, in theory, is essentially an attempt to reproduce here in America certain specific objective conditions which applied in the past, mostly to Europe in the past.
Or which, to a limited extent, applied to America in a largely idealized and incorrectly perceived past.
Things like the 50,000-man clan marches in the 1920s, etc., etc.
Now, more specifically, streetwalking is an attempt to replicate here, in the 21st century, certain key periods in European history which provided windows of opportunity for revolution.
Specifically, Weimar Germany for us, and to a lesser extent, Petrograd in 1917 for leftists.
Yes, they have this same obsession as well, and we're seeing that in the various so-called protests, which are in fact nothing more than staged riots paid for by George Soros, but still, that's how these Nimrods actually do see themselves.
It's a form of what anthropologists call sympathetic magic.
That's the belief that if we somehow emulate the behavior of certain political movements from these historical epochs and put on an approximate pastiche of the costume of the period, Then somehow, the year 2017 will become these historical periods.
Here's how it's supposed to work in theory.
Number one, we begin with a small number of people, usually socially dysfunctional young men, plus a few older right-wing cranks.
Now, guys, I'm sorry, but those of you who've actually attended these gigs will recognize the truth of what I'm saying here.
This small handful of people then goes out in public, often...
Oddly dressed and waving signs and flags from the various historical epochs they're trying to invoke.
Now, under the protection of the police, of the very government they're supposedly trying to oppose and replace, These people then exchange shouts and shoves and throw things at reds, mud people, bugger boys, etc.
In actual fact, the assorted scum usually do most of the throwing of stuff, and more often than not, it's our people who come back from these activities with their robes and their costumes covered with rotten vegetables and dog dew and whatnot.
Number two, this street theater generates establishment media publicity, which, according to the orthodox movement thinking in the past, used to be the be-all and end-all and absolute lifeblood of our struggle.
Okay, today that doesn't apply so much.
The internet is pretty much taking over that function now, but the attitude still remains the same.
People get the same high off seeing themselves on YouTube as they used to from seeing themselves on the 6 o 'clock news.
Now, according to this school of thought, to be on TV, or the internet, is to be real.
The goods, the real stuff, the right stuff.
And this is consistent with the way at least two whole generations of white Americans have been raised and socially engineered.
Now, in theory, other white people will see this publicity or watch our YouTube videos.
They'll admire the hell out of us and come clamoring to join whatever the little grouplet is and go on the next such activity.
Now, here's where the whole concept starts to slip, but let's leave that for later.
With every new street walk, there will, in theory, be more and more white people wearing the costumes, waving the signs and flags, and screaming and shouting at the Reds and the Muds and the Bugger Boys.
And eventually, there will be thousands of us, and we will outnumber the scum.
And then, somehow, we're just going to skip over the next 20 or so steps.
Revolution will automatically occur just because we have a few thousand people walking down the street.
And then we can all go back home and plop down on the sofa and pop the top on a cold one and turn on the TV for the rest of our lives.
You know that, what I just said there?
That is actually a pretty good description of what has happened over the past year with Donald Trump, in case you hadn't noticed.
Now, you will observe that while there have been some interesting events, the revolution that will establish a white ethnostate is still nowhere near on the horizon.
Up to this point, all of this stuff is theoretically possible, and yes, I'm well aware that on a handful of occasions, such as Gage Park and Marquette Park in Chicago in the 60s, and Glenn Miller's White Patriot Party, so forth and so on, we have even gotten to within faintly audible shouting distance of this point on the horizon.
I know I was there for some of these events.
On those few occasions, when we have reached that point, The whole project has always fallen apart due to one of two causes.
A. There's the issue of our own character, which we as a community steadfastly refuse to confront.
Glenn Miller's a good example here.
Then B. There's the total and complete lack of anything remotely resembling a plan to transmute huge gatherings of racially aware whites into a political force that will transfer state power from the hands of those who presently hold it into our own.
And remember, that's what makes the Northwest Front different.
We have an actual plan to accomplish something in the real world if you guys will ever give me the money and the bodies I need.
But usually the process is broken down long before.
The necessary connection is never made in the minds of the white masses.
The necessary desire to emulate and to join the streetwalkers never makes its appearance.
First off, not enough people see these events or are aware of their existence.
Now, we used to think that the internet would allow us to overcome the mainstream media, break through their blackout, and level the playing field, and in a sense it has.
But the internet has developed an unexpected obstacle that we didn't anticipate 20 years ago this month when I first logged on with my modem and my telephone line and my Windows 95. There is just so much of it out there that our potential audience is getting drowned in a tsunami of websites and videos and tweets and social media to the point where they're just not clicking on and seeing the really important stuff they need to be seeing.
Now secondly, there is, again, that issue of white character, which we refuse to address.
The uncomfortable fact that we never want to deal with when we're doing this street-walking mess as a substitute for action is that the overwhelming majority of white people are simply morally incapable of giving us the kind of reaction that we want from them.
We are speaking to their grandfathers, not to them.
Modern-day South Park youth are a moral void.
It's useless to appeal to the nobler natures and better instincts of the white majority because they have none.
They've been deliberately made that way.
Now bear in mind that there are so-called leaders on the alt-right who admit to being part Jewish, who claim that homosexuality is no big deal, quote-unquote, who are married to Asians and mestizos, and who admit to quote-unquote sport-banging brown pussy.
One well-known alt-right website owner actually lives in and operates his website out of a third world country for that very purpose.
The majority of white people will never respond to any kind of mass movement tactics because the necessary moral instincts, frames of reference, and cultural motivations have been socially engineered out of them.
We are beating a dead horse, I repeat.
The vast majority of our message right now is failing because we are speaking to these people's grandfathers, not to them.
And no, the solution is not to lower our own moral standards.
The solution is not to, quote, modernize, as the term goes, to the point where we accept Jews and faggots and God knows what all.
All of these things are well past the point where you've got to ask yourselves, look, if we're trying to create a future where things like Jew blood and buggery and yellow fever and sport-banging non-whites is going to be allowed, you know, why are we doing any of this?
I mean, once you lower your standards beyond a certain point, what's the point in any of it?
Anyway, okay, I think it's time for another music break, so you don't have to listen to me babble on and on and on in unbroken monotone.
I have sometimes been asked if there were any Jews in Ireland.
Yes, there were.
Not many, but some.
Ireland was always one of the most poor countries in Europe.
When I was over there, I used to call it the Mississippi of Europe.
At that time, of course, in the 80s, that meant we weren't attracting much in the way of gooks or Asians either, because basically there was nothing to steal, and for the same reason, the number of Jews in Ireland had always been fairly small.
But the Irish did have something of a tradition of anti-Semitism, and around the turn of the 20th century, there were actually some anti-Jewish riots in Limerick.
I'm not sure what the story was there, what started them.
I do know that the Jews themselves didn't particularly like the Irish.
Of course, Jews don't like anybody.
I believe Sigmund Freud once wrote that the Irish are the only people in the world who are not susceptible to psychoanalysis, and I don't think he meant it as a compliment.
Anyway, I know this guy, I'm going to play for you now, is a Jew.
His name is Tom Lear, and some people may question my playing a Jew making fun of the Irish as being appropriate on St. Patrick's Day.
But it does sort of meld our racial and cultural experience, etc., just to show that just as anti-Semitism is present throughout the world, Jewish hatred of all the white peoples of the earth is present throughout the world.
The reason most authentic, genuine folk songs are so unbearable is that they were written by the people.
So I thought I'd try one myself.
This one is an ancient Irish ballad which goes back as far as 1947 and has all the characteristics of that art form, in particular an idiotic refrain, rickety-tickety-tin, and hundreds and hundreds of verses.
You'll be relieved to know that I'm only going to sing about 70 or 80 tonight.
I should mention that folk songs should be accompanied on folk instruments, and the piano, for some reason, is not one.
So imagine, if you will, that I am playing an 88-string guitar.
Oh, one other thing.
As you know, audience participation is an important part of public folk singing, so if any of you feel like joining in on this song, I would appreciate it if you would get out.
About a maid, I'll sing a song, sing rickety-tickety-tin.
About a maid, I'll sing a song who didn't have her family long.
Not only did she do them wrong, she did every one of them in, them in.
She did every one of them in.
One morning in a fit of peak, sing rickety-tickety-ting.
One morning in a fit of peak, she drowned her father in the creek.
The water tasted bad for a week, and we had to make do with gin, with gin.
We had to make do with gin.
Her mother she could never stand, sing rickety-tickety-tin.
Her mother she could never stand, and so a cyanide soup she planned.
The mother died with a spoon in her hand, and her face in a hideous grin.
A grin.
Her face in a hideous grin.
She waited her brother down with stones, rickety-tickety-tin.
She waited her brother down with stones and sent him off to Davy Jones.
All they ever found were some bones.
And occasional pieces of skin.
Of skin.
Occasional pieces of skin.
One day when she had nothing to do, sing rickety-tickety-tin.
One day when she had nothing to do, she cut her baby brother in two and served him up as an Irish stew.
And invited the neighbors in.
Invited the neighbors in.
And when at last the police came by, rickety-tickety-tin, and when at last the police came by, her little pranks she did not deny, to do so she would have had to lie, and lying she knew was a sin, a sin, lying she knew was a sin.
My tragic tale I won't prolong, rickety-tickety-tin, my tragic tale I won't prolong, and if you do not enjoy my song, you've yourself to blame if it's too long.
You should never have let me begin.
Begin, begin You should never have let me begin Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Okay, you may say that that wasn't very bad taste for me to play that just now, but there is method in my madness.
I wanted to give you a little contrast there.
Now, that was a Jew making fun of the Irish through a parody of one of their murder ballads, which are kind of a cultural tradition over there.
The following is the real thing.
And I know it's the real thing, because I have literally been walking around the Liberties in Dublin, and I have heard children on the streets singing this one.
See if you can tell the difference.
This is the immortal Ronnie Drew and the Dubliners There was an owl woman and she lived in the wood wheel yeah, wheel yeah, warrior There was an owl woman and she lived in the wood, down by the river, sorry.
She had a baby three months old, wheelie, wheelie, a warrior.
She had a baby three months old, down by the river Sawyer.
She had a penknife long and chucked, wheelie, wheelie, warrior.
She had a penknife long and chucked, down by the river Sawyer.
She stuck the penknife in the baby's heart, wheelie, wheelie, warrior.
She stuck the penknife in the baby's heart, down by the river Sawyer.
There was three loud knocks, come a-knockin'on the door, wheelie, wheelie, warrior.
Three loud knocks, come a-knockin'on the door, down by the river Sawyer.
There was two policemen and a special branchman, wheelie, wheelie, warrior.
Two policemen and a special branchman, down by the river Sawyer.
They took her away and they put her in the jail, wheelie, wheelie, warrior.
They took her away and they put her in the jail, down by the river Sawyer.
They put her rope around her neck, wheelie, wheelie, warrior.
They put her rope around her neck, down by the river Sawyer.
They pulled her rope and she got hung, wheelie, wheelie, warrior.
They pulled her rope and she got hung, down by the river Sawyer.
And that was the end of the baby, too.
Down by the river, sorry, yeah.
Keeper, river, chimney sweeper, had a wife and couldn't keep her.
Billy Boland, biscuit baker, valley ball.
*music*
Good evening, comrades.
Tonight I'm going to be talking about Jeffrey Cox, Psychotherapy in the Third Reich.
This book concerns the history of the Goring Institute, a union of doctors and specialists who practice the discipline of psychology.
This institute developed out of the old deutsche psychoanalytic Gesellschaft, founded after World War I. In 1936, the Ministry of Interior had decided to allow the DPG to continue to practice.
Freudian theory would not be advocated, but psychotherapy would continue as a technique.
The institute would be run by Matthias Heinrich Goering, the cousin of the famous Hermann Goering.
Matthias Goering was the neuropathologist who had become a trained psychotherapist.
A looser and pious, he always carried a Bible and wanted to work with patience in the spirit of Christ.
Matthias Goring served in World War I and joined a militia unit in 1945.
He would be captured by the Soviets and he died of typhus in July of that year.
It is helpful to understand the work of the Institute within the context of a larger debate over the cause of psychological disturbance.
The Romantic era believed in a soul.
This was a kind of mysticism that was indulged in the film Parasalsis.
And that was a film made during the Reich.
It's an excellent and very inspirational film about a healer who combined spirituality and medicine.
This romantic approach would really take its very last gasp by 1869.
Now, after Romanticism began to fade away, we have a much more material approach that comes into vogue, and this lasts until the 1920s.
In the 1920s, Germany was, of course, struggling to recover from World War I, and you had various former soldiers who had left for the war, and they were seemingly neurologically normal, and they came back with what we would now call PTSD.
Now, this caused a renewal of interest in psychological illnesses.
By 1936, you had various schools of psychological thought in Germany with the revitalization of Nationalism, you had a question of whether you could have a synthesis of various psychological ideas and techniques,
and whether it could ever be combined into a uniquely German psychological approach.
Now, National Socialism as a philosophical orientation did not necessarily dictate what, if any, psychomedical approach was best, and ultimately this was more answered by practicality than by philosophy.
Now, it's interesting to note that there was an argument, you could call it a dispute, that went on between Herman Goering, who was moderate when it came to the whole idea of psychology, psychiatry, psychotherapy, and also things like vaccines, versus Goebbels.
Goebbels was very much opposed to the whole idea of psychiatry.
He thought it was very much Jewish-influenced, and he also mistrusted the whole idea of vaccines.
But as you can probably tell from this report, it ended up that Herman Goering's more moderate view was the one that became more prominent.
Although, of course, you can see that debate within the movement today.
So, in Germany in 1936, you had the psychological philosophy of Alder, which was primarily concerned with the integration of the individual.
Within the community.
And then you had the rather introspective, classical, what you might call Freudian psychology, where you had this idea that there were these neuroses that were caused by a clash of the individual need with the social order.
And then there's a question of how to respond.
Now, this could lead to a culture of critique, but it could also lead to an Alderian goal of social adjustment through the working out of subconscious conflicts.
Now, if ever there was a psychological theorist that was embraced by the National Socialists, we have the example of Jung.
Like Messias Heinrich Goering, Jung was interested in uniting various schools of thought.
In fact, The society represented a merger of the DPG and the C.G. Jung Society.
Now, Jung can be seen as a historically ambiguous figure.
His ideas, his notions of a collective unconscious, inherited archetypes, these could be a rich tapestry of racial memory.
This might be interpreted globally, as I'm sure is the case today, or possibly in a more ethnic light.
Jung would protest that his work had nothing to do with politics.
However, it could be implemented in that way.
For example, the famous Wotan essay, the one that claims that Hitler was possessed by a collective archetype of Wotan, was based on Jung.
From Jung, we also derive the popular MBTI test, which is often used in employment schools.
Now, it's interesting to note that this test is unpopular with Jewish intellectuals in academia who claim that it's unscientific.
The other question...
Was the ongoing debate about what degree of medical training was necessary for a psychotherapist?
Now, did a psychotherapist need to be a psychiatrist or a neurobiologist in order to best assess patient needs?
So again, the question, does a neurosis stem from an actual chemical imbalance, or is it simply a result of some environmental difficulty?
And also, is it necessary to actually analyze the psychoanalyst?
Now, again, increasingly, these issues were really answered more by practicality than theory.
In 1939, you had an expansion of the health practitioner's law.
And the German government wanted to supervise medical training and create a reasonable compromise between traditional practices and medical science.
Even during the height of the war, the DAF, the Deutsche Arbitte Front, which the Goring Institute came under, was accused by Hermann Goring as having too much joy and not enough strength.
In 1942, the Goring Institute became affiliated with the RFR, so it became an official Reich Institute.
And it would end up, despite this was during the war years, it would receive an amazing equivalent of $280,000 total in grants.
Now, the Institute had four major divisions.
They were involved in research, clinical psychology, and the education and training of various psychologists.
They also had a subdivision in industrial psychology.
Within National Socialist Germany, you had national health coverage.
And as a result of this, the Institute was increasingly involved in short-term psychotherapeutic treatments.
They were involved in treating the four major classifications of neuroses, all the way from fairly superficial neuroses to fairly deep neuroses that were considered to have developed in an individual's childhood.
Now, they used various methods, things like word association, They also used intermittent therapeutic techniques, which meant that you would only see the therapist occasionally.
And again, this was done to save money, to save patients at various costs and save the insurance companies.
The institute was famous for its association with the Luftwaffe.
Flying was considered especially stressful, and there were clinics throughout all of Europe once you got to the height of the war.
Now, it's also interesting to note that Ernest Goring, the son of Matthias Goring, would develop horseback riding therapy, which is a technique they'll use today, often with disabled children.
It's interesting also to note that in 1946, the Institute essentially reformed itself, this time under the name the Central Institute for Psychogenic Illness.
By this time, neuroses was covered by health insurance.
By whatever provisional government there was in 1946.
Now, the bylaws of the Institute at this time stated that the director had to be fully trained in psychoanalysis, but it was more lenient with other members.
There were also, at least in one case, one of the doctors...
From the Goring Institute actually went to East Germany.
Now in East Germany, you had to be a doctor to practice psychotherapy.
In 1950, clinicians from both the East and the West had a meeting.
And they decided that psychology from then on would tend to have a Marxist bias.
Now, over time, this Marxist bias has led to something called deviant psychology.
And that is the idea that anyone not right in the middle of the bell curve would be seen as having some slight degree of deviance.
And this has led to a lot of people that would otherwise be seen as merely eccentric being suddenly classed as deviant.
And it would lead to a lot of over-diagnoses and a lot of unhealthy self-obsession.
I thank you for listening.
This book is extremely detailed and I'm trying to give as brief a synopsis as I can and I'm finding that rather difficult.
The book was written in the 80s and then republished in the 90s, so it's an older book.
It's not available on Kindle, but...
Because of the historical context, I would say that doesn't really matter.
I honestly think that, in my opinion, it gets a little overly detailed for my taste, but I thought it was a fascinating subject, and I thought it complemented my research on clagues.
So have a good evening and hail victory.
And thank you very much for listening, comrades.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Okay, it being St. Patrick's Day, or at least the day before St. Patrick's Day, I suppose now might be a good time for me to respond to the frequent requests I get to talk about Ireland from my own perspective.
Like Rhodesia, I very seldom talk about Ireland because, like Rhodesia, the country I knew no longer exists.
I lived there for about five years in the 1980s when it was, for all intents and purposes, the last all-white society in Europe.
In a way, Ireland is yet another white society I was privileged to see and live in the last of before it disappeared, just like Rhodesia under the British Raj and South Africa under apartheid and my own native-born South under segregation.
Bear that in mind.
If at times I seem cranky and irascible and impatient to you guys, remember, I saw and lived the old world, a lot of it, before it died, and it was a good world.
And there is no excuse for what we did and what we have become.
It pisses me off.
Oh, it was already starting in Ireland even then.
It just started late there because during the 1980s the economy and unemployment were so terrible and there was nothing there for the foreigners to steal.
Almost an entire generation of young people left the country and a lot of them never came back.
There were Chinese running hot food takeaways everywhere with some Chinese gang activity in Limerick of all places.
For some reason, and just in the years that I was there, I noticed a slow increase in the number of black faces in Dublin, but I went back to North Carolina in 1987 before the deluge really started.
I last visited Ireland in 1998, and already Dublin was barely recognizable.
Moore Street had become a colony of Nigeria, and the TV and other official culture was indistinguishable from any American city as far as political correctness and interracial crap goes.
There were posters all over Temple Bar and elsewhere of Kenny the Kid from South Park, who, for some reason, had become a kind of pop hero.
But, okay, I'll cut to the nub here, because what I observed in Ireland during that period definitely had a major effect on my political outlook as well as my writing, specifically the Northwest novels.
Now, bear in mind, I'm speaking of the 1980s here, when the country was still all white, and when the political and social dynamic was different from what it is today.
Also, I spent most of my time in the Republic, the 26 counties.
I made a few trips through the North, but never spent much time there, and those were and probably still are two very different places.
What it's like over there today, I don't really know, but the first-hand reports I get from the Greenland are not encouraging, put it that way.
Um, you guys understand, don't you, that all this stuff I've been talking about all this time, it can be done?
You know that, right?
We could accomplish and bring into being everything I write about in my Northwest novels.
The trouble is you guys would actually have to do some things, not just sit there absorbing it all as entertainment.
Where was I?
Okay, Ireland.
Officially, the IRA was outlawed in the Republic as well as in the North, but in fact the provisional IRA more or less used the 26 counties as a safe house and a staging area for attacks into Ulster.
And so long as they behaved themselves while they were in the Republic, the Dublin government pretended they didn't notice.
Now, for a long time in the 60s and 70s, there was a kind of equipoise between the Leinster House regime and the provost.
The way I had it explained to me once by a local was, neither side wants what the other can dish out.
Now, by the 1980s, this unspoken arrangement was breaking down.
The provosts were getting less nationalist and more Marxist socialist.
It was obvious Jerry Adams and the other leadership didn't think they were Padraig Pierce or Robert Emmett anymore.
They thought they were Che Guevara and Mao Zedong, and some of the lads started pulling armed robberies and kidnappings of wealthy businessmen and punishment beatings down in the Republic, trying to take over certain areas and divide up criminal rackets like they did up north in Belfast and Derry.
Now, this didn't go over too well with the Dublin government, especially when all the kidnappings and kneecappings started to scare people.
I mean, nobody wants to invest in a country where you're going to be kidnapped and tied up in a basement and your kidnappers will start sending your teeth and your body parts to your family for ransom, etc., which that sort of thing was starting to happen.
Inevitably, there was all kind of spillover as the situation in the North deteriorated.
The situation was, of course, a lot more complicated than I can possibly convey to anybody who wasn't there, certainly in the time I have available here.
Every now and then, a few of them would be tried for IRA membership and gun charges.
When I was working in a shop on Bolton Street, we could see them coming from Port Leash Prison or Mount Joy in big caravans down towards the special criminal court in Green Street.
But that was when these guys had already shown their butts in other ways, and the gun charges were just tacked on to the violence and the robberies and general terrorism.
Ireland actually had, when I was there, about the simplest gun laws you could imagine.
You could have a howitzer on your lawn if you wanted to, but you had to have a permit from the guards for it, and the guards just weren't giving any permits, period.
Now, the main thing I recall about life in the Republic at the time was that two of the conditions of the revolutionary tripod had been fulfilled, notably that there was, in fact, a fighting revolutionary party, left-wing though it was, and I mean a literal fighting party like Grandma and Grandpa used to make, and secondly, the Dublin government did not have a credible monopoly of armed force.
Things got done offstage.
Things went boom and bang and thwack in the night, and no one was caught or arrested or charged.
That's important.
What this meant was that, in practice, what some Dublin bureaucrat or cop or judge or politician said didn't necessarily go.
Now, for those who were properly connected, there was a court of appeal.
This is important to attain in our own society.
We have to bring about a state of affairs where the word of some lying thief in an expensive suit or some political gangster in a black robe ain't necessarily the last word.
And in some cases, the last word is spoken by men in ski masks who explain to the bad people exactly where their lines are and what they can and cannot do in terms that the bad people cannot fail to understand.
Now, every one of these scum who rule us need to get up in the morning knowing that there are certain lines they cannot cross and certain things they cannot do.
I have seen that situation in Ireland, so I know it can be.
You guys don't, and that's always been so much of the problem with me and you folks.
I know all this stuff can be done because I've seen it and lived it.
You know nothing but American liberal democracy and American television and Rush Limbaugh, and so you think it's all eternal and chiseled in stone forever.
It isn't.
But anyway, our time is up for this week's edition of Radio Free Northwest.
This program is brought to you by the Northwest Front, Post Office Box 2188, Bremerton, Washington, 98310, or you can go to the party's website at www.northwestfront.org.
This is Harold Covington, and I'll see you next week.
Until then, Sasha Underban.
Freedom.
Thank you.
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