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April 6, 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-wooggle, hush and listen, and his 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.
Oh, then tell me, Sean O'Farrell, where the gathering is to be.
In the old spot by the river, rightful, known to you and me.
One more roar for signal, token whistle, up an arching tune.
For your bike upon your shoulder by the rising of the moon.
By the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon.
For your bike upon your shoulder by the rising of the moon.
Out from many a mud walled cabin eyes were watching through the night.
Many a manly chest was throbbing for the blessed warning light.
The waters passed along the valleys like the man she's lonely crew.
And a thousand blades were flashing at the rising of the moon.
At the rising of the moon, at the rising of the moon.
And a thousand days were flushing out, rising all the moon.
It's April the 6th, 2017.
I'm Harold Covington, and this is Radio Free Northwest.
Now this week, I'm going to kick off with some material from over the pond, so to speak.
Now some of you may have lost track of the fact that while we've been having our assorted Donald Trump-related spaz attacks here in this country, in the United Kingdom, since last summer, they've been going through Brexit.
The globalist Soros establishment in Britain and all throughout Europe has been fighting the departure of Britain from the EU with every parliamentary and economic dirty trick at their command.
And there have been moves in Parliament and the British government to just tell the people to piss off, we're going to ignore your votes and we're not leaving.
All of this is a fascinating, long, and dramatic story in itself, and I'd like to thank Chris White and the other British comrades who have kept me posted on goings-on over there on their side of the water.
But after much sound and fury, Team Soros has failed to get the referendum overturned or otherwise put a stop to it.
This week, the British Prime Minister Theresa May finally triggered Article 50 of the EU Treaty, which, as I understand it, formally notifies the European Union of Britain's intention to leave.
Kind of like serving divorce papers.
Britain is now being threatened with all kinds of retaliation from the rest of the EU regimes, all of whom are terrified with reason.
of populist revolts of their own on the part of their own remaining white population.
The story isn't done by a long shot.
Now, this is a British guy named Pat Condal, whom I had never heard of until Chris pointed him out to me on YouTube.
I'm frankly surprised he's been able to get away with what he's put up on here.
It was an open secret during the time of the referendum over there that it was really all about unchecked immigration.
But the people campaigning to leave were forbidden by law from discussing the issue at all at the risk of arrest and a seven-year prison term.
Now, I remember seeing a lot of really good Brexit propaganda on YouTube and the net in general.
Really well done and convincing so far as it went, but it was all economic stuff.
The Brexit advocates like Nigel Farage and the UKIP were forced to use all kinds of code words and dog whistles in what Lenin called Aesopian language, but clearly they got the message across.
It wasn't really necessary.
I mean, everybody and his dog over there who went into those polling booths one way or the other knew what that whole thing was about.
Now, you will note that although Mr. Condal does speak amazingly strongly for a white Briton in view of their laws against criticizing people with dark skins or big noses, he wraps his brief criticism of immigration in all kinds of economic and other stuff.
Bear in mind, Brexit or not, our people over there still have to live with these horrible laws.
Well, now that Britain is officially leaving the anti-democratic European Union, many of us who voted for that happy day are hoping that the people who are still spitting feathers nine months later telling us how ignorant and stupid we are for not selling out our birthright will finally show a little dignity and accept the referendum result.
This applies especially to all you public progressives, angry intellectuals, failed politicians, media hacks and tin-pot celebrities who are still bristling at being overruled by those you clearly regard as your inferiors.
Indeed, the one thing that comes through all the lamenting and teeth-gnashing is a quite visceral contempt for the knowledge and intelligence of the general public, the ordinary voter who doesn't happen to have a PhD in economics.
People like me.
We voted for the things that are important to us, and not for the things that are important to you.
So, naturally, you assume that we walked on our knuckles to the polling station and voted with a heavy blunt instrument.
You impugn our motives with your own nasty assumptions.
You blithely dismiss us as racist little Englanders and sneer at our opinions as if we have no right to hold them.
To you, we're not only wrong politically, but morally too.
Either too stupid to understand the issues, or too busy eating out of a bucket in front of the TV to pay attention, or just plain racist.
It's the same condescending backlash we've seen against Trump voters in the United States, and it's the same condescending people who are behind it, people like you.
Your bitter and abusive response to Brexit makes the fact that you lost almost as pleasing as the fact that we won, especially given your selective support for democracy.
When you win a vote, oh, it's the will of the people.
But when you lose, suddenly it's the tyranny of the majority and the rules weren't fair and they need to be changed retrospectively or you'll throw a tantrum.
This is the new progressive politics now, where the consensus is that we who voted for Brexit are too ignorant to know what we voted for and too irresponsible to be allowed to vote on such an important matter as who governs us.
Instead, we should pretend that it's about complex economics, which it isn't, and leave it to the unelected, unaccountable experts and professionals.
In other words, a benevolent dictatorship.
What could possibly go wrong?
The important things in politics, like the important things in life, are not complex at all.
It's their very simplicity that makes them profound.
And Brexit was always about such fundamentals, not trade.
It was about who governs Britain and who makes our laws.
Economics and trade are secondary issues that should have had no bearing on anyone's decision.
Economic conditions are transient and unpredictable, as the experts have proven to their repeated embarrassment.
Trade is negotiable.
Travel is negotiable.
But we decided in the referendum that our sovereignty is not, not even for this generation's selfish convenience.
Now, some people say we should have had a two-thirds majority for such an important constitutional change.
And they might have a point if that had been the requirement for the referendum that took us into the European Union under false pretenses, but it wasn't.
Back then, we were swindled out of our sovereignty and constitutionally mugged when we voted in good faith for what we were told was a trading bloc.
And then we got saddled with a full-scale political union that we didn't want and never would have voted for.
And it turned out that other people in Europe didn't want it either.
And they kept trying to tell them, in one referendum after another.
France, the Netherlands, Denmark, Ireland.
Over and over people told them, we don't want this, and they just kept refusing to listen.
So when we, in Britain, finally got a chance to get out of their clutches, we took it, because this time, unlike in 1975, we knew very well what we were voting for, and what we were voting against.
17 million people don't vote against the status quo in the face of overwhelming establishment propaganda and scaremongering without good reason.
A simple majority was a damning verdict against the European Union and against the creeping threat it clearly posed to our freedom behind that smokescreen of economics and trade.
Now, this illegitimate political monster, this vehicle for the unelectable, is deservedly crumbling and dying under the weight of its own incompetence and arrogance.
The tipping point has been passed now.
It's lost too much public support and credibility to survive.
Ten or twenty years from now, it won't exist.
Already, the Americans won't take it seriously and have said that from now on they'll only make trade deals with European nations individually, because they know what we all know.
That the experts, the professionals, have had their chance in Europe and they couldn't have done a worse job if they'd been trying to screw things up.
Look at the unholy mess that all those PhDs in economics have made of the single currency.
They clearly don't know what they're doing.
Or even worse, they do.
Either way, their disastrous vanity project has impoverished an entire generation and punished the people of southern Europe essentially for not being German enough.
Somebody should have told them that everyone in Europe would need to be a lot more German if this thing was ever going to work.
Their irresponsible migrant policy seems calculated to flood a borderless Europe with criminals, terrorists and rapists.
They flout their own rules to expose us to the most violent dregs of humanity who have no right to be here, none of whom we can deport, and whose presence is going to make things permanently more dangerous for all women and girls.
Politically, they throw their weight around and behave like dictators.
They remove elected governments that won't do their bidding.
They even picked a fight with Putin by coveting Ukraine and encouraging the overthrow of an elected government, which is something, let's remember, that they are not.
Everything they've touched has been a disaster.
It's as if Europe is being run by our enemies, and their response to every disaster they cause is to try and grab more power for themselves, to neutralise democracy even more, and to make government even more remote and unaccountable to the people.
And 17 million of us, outside the progressive bubble of EU bribes, invested interests, subsidies, grants, stipends and fat pensions, have had enough of it, and of paying through the nose for it.
So we voted in good faith to take back our country before it's too late.
To restore our status as an independent nation with strong borders in a Europe that's wide open to the entire third world.
And to maintain for our grandchildren the freedom to determine their own future, just as we now still have the freedom, despite your best efforts, to determine ours.
And we get it that you despise us for it.
You don't have to keep making the point.
Maybe you think we're too dense to absorb it unless we hear it a thousand times.
And we get it that you don't want to be governed by the opinions of people you don't respect.
Why do you think that we, the majority, don't want to be governed by your opinions?
Sovereignty matters to us in a way that clearly it doesn't matter to you.
But that doesn't make us ignorant, immoral, narrow-minded, xenophobic, racist, or thick.
And it takes a hell of a lot of arrogance for an intelligent person not to see that.
But you keep doing it your way.
Keep telling us we got it wrong because we're too stupid and ignorant, maybe a bit racist, to know any better.
Keep insulting and patronising us, calling us little Englanders and telling us we're too dumb and irresponsible to have an opinion at all.
And maybe we'll change our minds.
Yeah.
And maybe we'll all celebrate next Christmas on Mars.
You never know.
Because we voted for it fair and square.
And the rotten, unmandated, unrepresentative European Union is deservedly dying.
I don't know what else to tell you.
If it's too much to bear, put your fingers in your ears and close your eyes.
It will all be over soon.
Now, we need to understand that Brexit itself is not a be-all and end-all solution to Britain's horrific racial problem.
At the very best, Brexit will allow the British to get some slight handle on cutting off the flow of new immigration.
But there are millions of wogs already stuffed onto that little tiny island like sardines.
Now, just as in this country, the immigration problem is twofold.
Number one, you've got to seize back control of a country's borders and stop the massive influx, which President Trump is attempting to do in this country, although it's too early days yet to tell how well he's succeeding.
Secondly, you have to do something about the millions of non-whites who are already here, some of whom have been here for generations, and this is where what the alt-right terms civic nationalism fails.
Nationalism and populism have to be based clearly and openly on race.
Race is not a dirty word, despite what we've been conditioned to think by 70 years of Jewish media and other indoctrination.
We have got to lose this terror we have of dealing with race openly and honestly, and admitting that we want our countries here and in Europe to be white countries.
These bad people still retain immense power in this country and in Britain, despite the victory of the people at the polls.
Entrenched bureaucrats, media, neoliberal, crony capitalists who profited off years of liberalism, the shadowy figures of the American and the British deep states, with the power of Soros' billions behind them and others whom we probably don't know about.
In Britain, they are fighting against Brexit with all their might, and in this country they're clearly plotting a coup d 'etat involving the physical overthrow of the President of the United States.
The terrible hate and racial incitement laws that strangle freedom of speech and freedom of thought in Britain will no doubt remain in force, even after Brexit, and the millions of dark-skinned subhumans who have invaded that sceptered isle will no doubt remain.
Because no British government is going to risk being called racist by dragging their feces-colored asses out of the homes and shops they've stolen and throwing them onto airplanes back to Rochistan.
Now, the British do, in fact, have a long history of evading those racial speech laws.
Ironically, there was a time when it was much easier to criticize Jews in Britain than it was to make unkind remarks about the dark-skinned invaders.
Some of the Spike Milligan goon shows from the 1970s really toe-danced along the line there with the Jew jokes.
Frankly, I've always had my suspicions about this little clip from Life of Brian.
You have to wonder just who the Monty Python crew is really referring to here.
Don't you swear on my wife.
I was only asking him to shut up so he could hear what he's saying, Big Nose.
Don't you call my husband Big Nose!
Well, he has got a Big Nose.
Could you be quiet, please?
What was that?
I don't know.
I was too busy talking a big nose.
See, if you hadn't been going on, we'd have heard that, big nose.
Hey, say that once more, I'll smash your bloody face in.
Better keep listening.
Might be a bit about blessed are the big noses.
Oh, lay off him.
Oh, you're not so bad yourself, conch face.
Where are you two from?
Nose city?
One more time, mate.
I'll take you to the fucking cleaner.
Language!
Don't pick your nose!
I wasn't gonna pick my nose.
I'm gonna thump him!
You're not gonna thump anybody!
I'll thump him if he calls me Big Nose again.
Oh, shut up, Big Nose.
Oh, what?
I warned you.
I really will slug you.
Listen, I'm only telling the truth.
You have got a very big nose.
Hey, your nose's gonna be three foot wide across your face by the time I finish with you.
Who's yours, then?
Glass, big brother?
Oh, right.
That's your last warning.
Oh, do pipe down.
And here's one for our British comrades.
Haven't played this one in a while.
This is from the soundtrack to Barry Lyndon.
The soundtrack to Barry Lyndon
Good evening, comrades.
Tonight I'm going to be discussing Morning Crafts, and this is a novel by Tito Perdue, and it's published by Arctos.
So in this story, country boy Leland Prefley is lured away from fishing by a strange man with books.
This professor is clearly a very thinly veiled Odin character.
And in fact, I think the vast majority, and indeed really all the professors at this school, are really various manifestations of Odin.
Initially, Lee believes he's being led to a lake, and indeed he has quite a few nice fish that he's caught.
He really wants to keep these fish with him so that he can prepare them later on, but he's told just to leave these fish by the side of the road, and it's probably a reference to Christianity.
Now, the curriculum is really populated by classical elements, such as the study of Greek.
But also fairly obscure academic elements, such as Eastern religion.
The school is very competitive, and they do things like endurance swimming and horseback riding.
A lot of the boys wind up dropping out of the school, but Leland is one who does get to stay.
I'm one of only seven boys, in the end, who winds up staying.
I don't know if seven is just the number of completion or maybe the idea of the National Socialists originally having only seven men because that's what Hitler says in Mein Kampf that he joined when there were only seven men.
So that's interesting.
I'm constantly looking for symbolism in this book because I think there's quite a bit in here.
Leland is told during his time at the school that the school is not about utility.
It's not about job training or democratic participation, nothing like that.
In fact, the graduates of this school, essentially, the idea is for them to become world renouncers.
They're not to be attached to any of the things that the common individual would be attached to, such as jobs.
Material success, fame.
Once they finish with this school, they're going to be so much better than anyone else that really they can only have contempt for most people who have not been through this type of education.
Having said that, there's still two roles that they can essentially play.
They can either renounce completely, which might be the more obvious.
Or they can take a more convoluted path and they can try to become leaders.
If they try to become leaders, they should at least know how to manipulate the ordinary person by pretending to be an ordinary person when in fact they're anything but.
One of the things that they're told that they should not do is they should not flaunt their knowledge.
Particularly not in the South where they're located, because they are located in the Deep South, because many of the people out there in the country are ignorant.
So that is one of the mistakes that Leland makes.
He does go out and he does flaunt himself among the very ordinary people.
And eventually the population learns that this school is not, in fact, a Bible school, as they had believed, When this happens, the population gets very upset because they really don't understand the school.
It turns out that the school winds up getting shut down, but fortunately Leland is able to help some scholars from Yale who want to collect various rare books from the school.
Now, as I've said, this book is filled with various references.
The number 14, quite obviously, is referenced quite a bit.
There's also a lot of musical references.
Some of these references are understandable, such as references to Wagner, and perhaps also the reference to Bellini and his opera Norma.
Some of these references are a bit more obscure, having to do with references to a band that was popular prior to World War II called the Light Crust Doughboys, and also a reference to the Primus Band, and then another black metal group, this one called Always Ready to Die.
And some of this may...
Reflect maybe the authors, perhaps preferences.
I'm not sure what to make of all of the references.
There are also some fairly odd names in this book, and I'm not sure quite what to make of all of it.
Now, this is a very interesting book in terms of the notion of renunciation that is contained within it.
The separation that one feels from society when one gains new knowledge.
The graduates of this academy are referred to as being very hard and cold, and this is considered to be something of a virtue of these elites.
So I found this to be a very interesting read, a fairly quick read.
And it is available on Kindle, so very convenient.
And it's also very economical to purchase this book.
So I thank you very much for listening.
Have a good evening and hail victory comrades.
*music*
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 Westbound just like a band and run.
If you put heart on the belt Some belt will bind them bricks Let it all hang out cause we got a hundred, baby Now the birds and the boys are...
Greetings, comrades.
This is the trucker coming at you from Wyoming on my way over to Iowa to deliver on later this week.
Anyway, seeing as how it's springtime and we get in, Mr. Covington gets into the repetition, so it's time for the truckers-style migration and scouting trip rooting.
If you didn't know it, all the east and westbound interstates and highways, be it interstate or U.S. highways, evenly numbered, go east and west.
All the north and south ones are odd-numbered.
So if you're starting out on the east coast, the ones that go from coast to coast are I-90, I-80, I-40, and I-10.
And I-70 goes as far as Denver, and then you can catch I-25 and head north, and that'll put you right on to I-90 westbound and towards the homeland.
Some of the major traffic hiccups you might want to try to avoid would be if you're traveling I-94.
It would be Minneapolis-St.
Paul.
There on I-80 we would have, well, a big one of Chicago, and to an illustrious extent would be like Des Moines or Omaha.
Cheyenne's not much of a speed bump.
I don't do Denver very much, so I'm not sure how much of a headache that one is, because I've always tried to hit that one on the off hours also.
And if you're coming across on 70, you've got Indianapolis.
Columbus, Ohio, St. Louis, and Kansas City.
I-40, you'd have Knoxville, Nashville.
Memphis is a definite good one to avoid, or at least during the daytime, because that can be a royal pain there.
They've got some real screwed up traffic patterns there.
And Oklahoma City, Amarillo, Texas isn't much of one.
And you got the Albuquerque, New Mexico.
It's a big junction there between 40 and 25. That could be a little bit of a hassle around the rush hour times, both morning and evening and stuff.
So just thought I'd go and bring that up.
And if you're coming across on 10, definitely watch your P's and Q's going through El Paso because if you get in the wrong lane, you're going to end up in Mexico.
Definitely don't want to do that, especially if you happen to be carrying firearms, because if you'll be in a Mexican jail, then I definitely try to stay in the middle lanes and stay out of the right-hand lane there.
That way I don't end up forced off.
Onto an exit that I don't want to be on.
So I thought I'd bring that up and throw that one out.
So about now is about the good time to start planning your scouting trips and your migration and stuff because the weather is starting to turn.
I did end up hitting a chain-up area there coming across Donner Summit yesterday afternoon.
They were wanting max chains on trucks.
And when I went into the truck stop, the driver in there that was headed westbound was talking about having to go and put max chains on to come up over the hill, and all he hid was bare, wet pavement because California was too lazy to lift the chain law for trucks.
So they had us running with chains on bare, wet roads, which really tears up the chains and beats up the trucks.
Anyways, but a little bit of lumpy rain over here at western Wyoming earlier this morning when I was pulling out of Evanston, so, you know, you definitely got to watch the weather reports, and springtime and summertime is tornado season, so definitely want to avoid the big thunder boomers that might be holding tornadoes in their wake.
And stuff.
But anyway, so I just thought I'd throw that one out there as my annual How to Get to the Homeland Trucker style.
So, hope you enjoyed that, comrades, and hope to see you making your scouting trips and your migration out here to the homeland soon.
Alright, this is the trucker signing off with another edition from Tidbits on the Road.
Have a good one.
Thank you.
For some time now, I've been looking for somewhere to insert this topic into a show, or maybe even do a brief shortcast on it.
It has become necessary for me to speak of this due to a couple of specific incidents, but many of you will be very frustrated because I'll be speaking of it by not speaking of it.
And what little I do speak of will be in a kind of code which can only be understood by those who already know what I'm talking about.
Now, we have to do a lot of that in our wee little movement, and I especially have had to do a lot of it due to several decades of federal court orders.
But here goes.
Those of you who understand what I'm saying will, well, understand what I'm saying.
At some point in time, in the future, as Shakespeare says, when the hurly-burly's done, when the battle's lost and won, we as a community need to sit down in a calm and introspective environment and in a spirit of devotion to truth for its own sake as a moral obligation to our posterity.
And we need to deal with our own history during the 90s, a period which, for the record, I count as a kind of long decade from 1987 until 2002.
That long decade being anchored at the beginning by the meltdown of Glenn Miller, and at the end, by the death of William Pierce.
Now, that's 15 years of bad cess, treachery, crime, and batshit bad craziness.
It won't be pretty.
We need to formally investigate and decide and record for posterity the names, the dates, the places, who did what and why, and who was signing whose checks.
Some kind of formal report to the folk will need to be presented by some commission or other, in my opinion, and it will not be a proud moment in our history.
That final report will contain much that we do not wish to hear, and I frankly hope I'm no longer around to read it when it comes out.
But it doesn't have to be done now, and indeed it shouldn't be done now while we're running to catch the window of opportunity.
Nor do I propose that we attempt it now.
Due to a recrudescence of goat dancing, it has become necessary for me to once again delineate my attitude towards the late Dr. William L. Pierce.
It's necessary because the goat dance cannot be allowed to contaminate people in our movement who are new.
Who weren't around in those days and who simply do not know the truth firsthand and who can therefore be misled, which is of course the intention of the anonymous and faceless people who are involved in spreading fabrications that they know perfectly well to be untrue.
There are those operating on the periphery of our movement who would appear to have a vested interest in keeping the nutty nineties alive for their own ends.
They cannot be allowed to succeed.
It's like William Faulkner once wrote, the past isn't dead, it isn't even the past.
That's our wee little movement that he must have had in mind.
Dr. William Luther Pierce was unquestionably the most brilliant intellect that American white nationalism ever attracted, with the possible exception of his contemporary, Dr. Revolo P. Oliver.
He is also one of the few among us who can claim anything resembling success in his personal life and in his political work.
He was a powerful essayist and propagandist who, in the days before the Internet, produced the highest quality of National Socialist and white racial polemics and publications, high quality in its content, in the presentation, and the technical level of printing and production.
While most of us were still operating off mimeograph machines in somebody's garage, Pierce was producing world-class intellectual journals such as The National Socialist World and National Vanguard.
William Pierce was one of the few men I've ever known whom I could actually imagine sitting in the White House or some other position of authority and for real imposing a plan and giving the necessary orders to bring about racial regeneration.
Pierce also possessed two essential gifts that very few of us have ever had in what might be referred to tongue-in-cheek as the movement's quote-unquote leadership.
Unlike your average many fewer, Pierce could actually organize a piss-up in a brewery, given decent human material to work with, and he used those talents to become something very rare in our ranks, a successful small businessman who could actually run a proper organization, not just a paper or internet outfit out of a post office box or an email address.
Pierce was also an incredibly talented fundraiser who could attract and fascinate and harvest the men with the deep pockets.
No, I'm not being sarcastic.
This is genuine praise of the man.
The goat dancers have periodically accused me of being jealous of Pierce, and in some respects, yeah, they're right.
Pierce could not only somehow attract extremely wealthy men to his national alliance, but he could actually persuade them to write man-sized checks with some zeros on them.
I'll say this again.
There are two ways to power in this society.
Money and the gun.
And until we reacquire the balls and the skill to use the gun, it has to be money.
The main art and science of trying to fight for the 14 words for anyone who's a true believer and willing to devote his life to it is somehow persuading enough white people to help you out with enough coin to keep...
You're going for another week, another month, another year.
Now, I've managed that so far, but Pierce was one of the best I've ever seen at it.
Definitely in the top five, along with Willis Cardo, Ed Fields, Matt Kael, and Jim Warner.
Pierce actually managed to get ahead of the game, to get off the kitchen table in a way that I've never been able to do, and I frankly admit and acknowledge that.
Back in the 90s, Pierce was able to lose a lawsuit to Morris Dees and yet stoppunch the SPLC's attempt to destroy the NA by simply writing Dees a check for the amount of the stupid civil judgment and settling it up.
None of the rest of us have ever been able to do anything like that and probably never will.
Pierce was full-time movement from the mid-1960s until his death in 2002, during which time he never spent a single hour in a prison cell, which is an incredible accomplishment.
Even I've been arrested four times and convicted twice for various stuff.
Even Double Diamond slipped up once and ended up doing about 18 months in the federal pen for embezzlement in general skullduggery.
Finally, Pierce died in his own home, in his own bed, on land that he owned, you know.
Like most white men used to in times past.
And not in some state-run nursing home surrounded by nigger and Filipino, um, caregivers.
Not lying on the freezing floor of some ranted room like Dan Coppitz and Rick Cooper and Demi Johnson and God knows how many others.
Now for one of us, that is a crowning achievement.
And I say again, there is not one word of humor and sarcasm in what I'm saying here.
Pierce was the standard to which we all aspire.
All of that.
Having been said, William Pierce was also, in some respects, a deeply flawed man, and there are certain incidents in his career, especially in the last few years of his life, over which I feel a discreet and respectful veil of silence and obscurity should be drawn.
Anyone who was around Hillsborough from around 99 onward will understand what I mean.
There are some serious questions regarding certain episodes in the life of William Pierce, which at some point in the future will require answers.
I'm not just rehashing internet gossip here.
I'm referring to specific acts and incidents of observed behavior on Pierce's part, including names, dates, and detailed points which are difficult to interpret in any way consistent with Pierce's innocence.
However, These are questions for future historians to settle.
Right now we're too busy trying to catch that flying window of opportunity.
We don't have time for endless post-mortems over the past.
William Pierce is one of the many sleeping dogs that we need to make an informal and unspoken agreement among ourselves to let lie.
We have a world to win.
And here's the man himself, Bill Pierce, at his best.
When a person observes behavior all around him that seems crazy, that seems insane, how does he know that it is not he himself who is insane rather than the people around him?
When other people are doing and saying things which seem wholly unreasonable, how does he know that he's not the one who is unreasonable?
Instead of the other people?
Do we have any absolute standard by which to judge such matters?
Am I like one of those poor, confused creatures who goes around with his right hand stuck inside his shirt claiming that he's Napoleon while everyone else says, "No, he's not Napoleon.
He's William Pearson.
He's crazy." Or, is my case more like that of An Italian teacher who about 400 years ago claimed that the earth revolved around the sun while nearly everyone else in the government, the universities, and the church held the view that the sun revolved around the earth and that to say otherwise was evidence of either craziness or impiety.
How do we decide?
I get a lot of Hate mail from people under the influence of this propaganda line.
Mail from people who tell me that I am crazy because I do not believe that blacks and whites are the same.
And very often these people parrot back to me what they have been taught by the authorities.
I hear the same propaganda statements parroted over and over again.
For example: You are crazy for wanting to preserve the white race.
There is no such thing as a pure race.
We all have ancestors of all races if we go back enough generations.
So there is no pure white race for you to preserve.
The unstated implication of this is that since we're already mongrelized, there's nothing wrong with more mixing and we shouldn't try to stop miscegenation.
It's too late.
There's no point in it.
How's this for an equivalent argument?
There's no point in bathing, because no matter how carefully we bathe, there always are still some germs left on us, under our fingernails, perhaps, or in our ears.
So let's just stop bathing, since we can't really be clean anyway.
Another of their standard arguments is this: There's more variation inside the white race than there is between individuals in the white race and the black race.
So the whole concept of separate races makes no sense.
And you're crazy if you don't accept this.
In plain language, what this argument says is that it's possible to find two people, both nominally white, who differ from each other more in intelligence, And
because this large range of characteristics among individuals who nominally belong to the same race exceeds the difference between a few selected individuals, who nominally belong to different races, we should ignore the average differences between the races as a whole.
I guess this argument sounds especially good in some of our melting pot cities like New York, where one can find just about every shade of racial mixture imaginable, some of them classified as white, and some as black, Asian, or Hispanic.
But what this argument really tells us is that we need to do quite a bit of racial housecleaning to make up for some of the dysgenic practices of the past few centuries.
It should not convince us that there's no difference between Swedes and Haitians.
My point is that these propaganda statements of the egalitarians are speeches.
That may not be apparent to the people who write hate letters to me.
But the media bosses and the teachers who preach this line have a better grasp of logic than the public.
Everything I've said today amounts to this: Don't let yourself be buffaloed.
Don't let yourself be persuaded to accept anything that doesn't make sense to you just because the people trying to buffalo you are loud and well-organized.
At the facts.
Analyze the arguments.
Think about the motives of the people who are telling you that you're crazy if you don't accept their ideas and their policies.
And have confidence in yourself.
When you see the government promoting policies which seem crazy to you, and you see the media and the churches and the schools all parroting the same party line, Remember Galileo.
We'll get the inmates locked back in their cells yet.
This is Bittersweet and Briar doing an old Civil War song.
Doc Watson used to do really well, but I can't find Doc's version of it, so this is pretty good.
Doc Watson used to do really well, but I can't find Doc's version of it.
From the bright sun From the sunny south to the war I resent Ere the days of my boyhood I scarcely had spent From its cool shady forests and deep flowing streams Ever fond in my memories,
ever sweet I still see the tears When I had to leave home In our tender years And my sweet,
gentle mother So dear to my heart It grieved me sincerely When we had to Said my kind-hearted father as he took my hand.
As you go in defense of our dear native land.
Son, be brave, but show mercy whenever you can.
Our hearts will be with you till you return again.
Thank you.
Thank you.
In my pack there's a Bible to show me the way.
Through my trials on earth and to heaven someday.
I will shoulder my musket and brandish my sword in defense of this land and the word of the Lord.
From the bright sunny south Ere the days of my boyhood I scarcely had spent From its cool shady forests and deep flowing streams Ever fond in my memories,
ever sweet in my dreams Okay, a few odds and ends here.
I have a request for all you listeners out there.
Can you do something for me and report back on the results either in the comments section or with an MP3 audio file of your own for next week?
What I'd like for you to do is this.
Can you guys keep an eye on the mud level in your areas and see if it really is going down?
As you go about your daily business in various public places like grocery stores, Walmarts, and shopping malls, just walking up and down the street, maybe in your workplace if it's applicable, the parks and subways and buses and so forth and so on, be observant and carefully study your environment.
In your personal opinion, is there or is there not a visible reduction in the number of obvious illegal aliens where you live?
Fewer brown faces.
Fewer Hoppa voices jabbering in Spanish or weird Asian dialects.
Less salsa music blaring from the lowriders on the streets.
Fewer cholos and tank top t-shirts hanging around outside in the parking lot swimming Budweiser and Corona.
You get the idea.
Hospital emergency rooms and government offices a bit less crowded.
You know, just see if you can figure out what's going on.
In my case, over here in the peninsula in Bremerton, Silverdale, Port Orchard, Gig Harbor, in my opinion, there does seem to be a shrinkage in their numbers, although maybe I'm just seeing what I want to see.
Okay, look, I know this isn't scientific.
I also know that even if they have somewhat dropped in numbers where you live, chances are they're simply hiding or they've moved on to another state or another white country like Canada rather than going back to wherever the hell they came from.
But I have to give Trump this much credit.
He's ordered normal immigration enforcement to be resumed, so at least they're afraid of La Migra once more.
Under Obama, even before he abolished the border completely in 2014, they weren't afraid.
So now, maybe they've just gone back under whatever rocks they've been hiding under since Reagan's time.
I'm genuinely curious to know.
You guys let me know what you think.
I got an interesting email question this week from a guy in Canada.
And by the way...
Isn't it amazing how foreigners who can't come here because being white they would never be allowed past American immigration always seem to get what's going on with the Northwest Front so much better than Americans do?
Anyway, the question was, Harold, when was the point of no return in your lifetime?
The point when you knew that all was lost, democracy was no good, and direct action has to be taken or the race will perish.
When did you lose your innocence, so to speak?
Oh, early on.
I can't remember the one single event, but realistically, it was probably the first time in Arlington when we did the traditional trip over to the White House to stand around in our quasi-Third Reich costumes holding signs and have the wonderful experience of our own people yelling and screaming curses and abuse and throwing garbage at us, while the police stood by and did nothing.
When I understood that they were doing this because they knew they could, and nothing bad would happen to them as punishment for their stupidity and their mindless hate and their insults and abuse.
When I understood that before any of these people would ever listen to us, they had to be afraid not to, afraid of the consequences if they didn't take us and our position into account.
Okay.
I know all this is a gross oversimplification, but I'll give it a shot.
I instinctively understood at that time, even as a young man, that great issues are never settled by reason or persuasion because people are essentially bad.
They go through the world as either predators of one kind or another or else victims of predation of one kind or another.
Those who pitch and those who catch, so to speak.
The buttfuckers and the buttfucked.
Sorry guys, I don't know what else to tell you.
I wish the world was full of flowers and puppies, but it just ain't so.
Reason and persuasion don't work, because that would mean that greedy and narcissistic people who believe they are better than everyone else would have to give up some of the good things of the earth that they've stolen and hoarded.
And they must have it all, because they are entitled.
They are better than anybody else, and you realize this applies to every Western society, probably down through history.
Only the details are different.
It's money, of course, but also the power to play with the rest of us, like those FBI agents who carefully fabricated the bogus audio that sent Edgar Steele to his death, or the judges who are simply throwing Bill White's carefully crafted legal appeals into the wastebasket and sending him petulant notes telling him to shut up and be quiet.
These people have worms in their brains, eating away at their soul.
They love that power to destroy the lives of others, and they're not going to give it up until they are forced to do so, and they are beaten, crushed, and bleeding to the ground.
Rich and powerful people will never, ever share their wealth and power voluntarily.
They must be compelled to do so by physical force or the fear of force if they don't spread it around.
Why the hell should they share wealth and power if they're not afraid of the consequences?
Out of a sense of fairness and love for humanity, they have none.
If they did, they wouldn't be wealthy and powerful in the first place.
There is no way in this society that wealth and power can be acquired legitimately without some kind of mass predation against other human beings.
As I've said before, the rich and the powerful seem to have this instinctive collective memory of the Plastilla Concord and the guillotine looming against the sky.
The Western ruling elite no longer fear the guillotine, and stripped of all the immense other stuff involved, that's why these things are happening.
Why we have the Clintons and the people who are plotting the coup d'etat against President Trump.
The one constant in their calculations is that the white man will never ever revolt against them or resist anything they do with force of arms.
I'm sorry to say that they are almost certainly correct.
I understand now that I probably will not live to see my people resist the monsters who are devouring them.
The knowledge of this, the awareness of how timid and frightened and weak and lame we have become, we who were once the conquerors of the earth, that awareness drives me almost insane with grief and rage, So, if I occasionally lash out and rant and rave about things on here, well, that's why.
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.
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