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April 27, 2017 - Radio Free Nortwest - H.A. Covington

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	The following is an amalgamation of three Radio Free Northwest shortcasts from the autumn of 2016.
	Bear in mind that these predate the election of Donald Trump, but I think the points I make are as valid today as they were back then.
	This entire series was called The Ghost Dance.
	Part 1 The World Must Change My name is Harold Covington, and this is the first in a series of audio commentaries which I've entitled The Ghost Dance.
	I'll explain why I chose that name in a bit.
	It will be said that in this series of commentaries, I'm allegedly inciting others to criminal activity and violence.
	Not exactly.
	I'm inciting to change.
	Things have reached the point where fundamental systemic change in the way Western civilization is ordered and run and a complete revision of who orders and runs it is now essential to the survival of the race that created that civilization.
	If someone can think of some way in which that complete systemic change from top to bottom in both operation and composition can be brought about without taking direct action of some kind, then I would in fact far prefer it, but that's not the issue any longer.
	The brutal and overwhelming historic fact is that we who must try to exist in what remains of American society have now reached the point in our journey to oblivion where the end really does justify the means.
	America now offers people with our racial and cultural heritage nothing but unending misery, servitude, and early death in squalor.
	I say to you now that the world must change.
	Why Ghost Dance?
	Why Ghost Dance?
	I'm going to go.
	That's the sound of the white race today.
	It is, in a symbolic sense, the sound that we as a species are making while we perish from the face of the earth.
	Now let me explain.
	About 130 years ago, another people stood on the edge of, if not complete extinction, then on the verge of being sidelined, of being reduced to complete historical irrelevance, like white people are today.
	This reduction to historical irrelevance and merely peripheral existence and participation in human events did in fact occur.
	I refer to the American Indians.
	In the late 1880s and 1890s, as the last of the Indians were hunted down across the plains or rounded up and confined to reservations, a kind of ecstatic spiritual or religious revival frenzy seized the remaining red population.
	It was a fad called the Ghost Dance.
	An impending magical event that would miraculously change the world, undo the past several centuries, and return the Indians to what they remembered as a golden age before the white man came.
	Just as white people seem to retain some bred-in ancestral memory of a golden age before the Jew came, just as we white boys fantasize over some kind of inexplicable transcendent magical process or event that will cause us no risk or inconvenience, just a little dancing around on the internet, a miraculous quick and painless fix that will return us to the golden age that we can, some of us, even remember a little.
	Or if not, a golden age which we can see glowing on our electronic screens in black and white.
	A magical event that will take us back three or four generations to the time of abundance before the slow coming dark.
	Some of us even believe that we will be saved by extraterrestrial aliens who will load us all into a mothership and take us all away from here.
	Well, I dreamed I saw the silver spaceships flying in the yellow haze of the sun.
	There were children crying and colors flying all around the chosen ones.
	All in a dream, all in a dream, the loading had begun.
	Flying Mother Nature's silver seat to a new home in the sun.
	Flying Mother Nature's silver seat to a new home in the sun.
	I know I've used this similarly before, but the attitude of many white people these days reminds me of the news coverage I saw on Hurricane Katrina, with all the black people standing on the roofs of their houses as the floodwaters rose.
	Staring up at the sky, waiting for the white man to come down and whisk them away to the Big Rock Candy Mountain.
	I'm sorry if some of you find that repetitious, but please, keep that image in your mind because it is highly accurate and it's relevant to the white man's state of mind today.
	Now, do you not see that that's pretty much what all of us are doing?
	We're waiting for salvation to come down out of the sky, either in Jesus robes or a flying saucer?
	Now getting back to the original Indian ghost dance, as opposed to our own ghost dance on the internet, representatives of all the tribes were supposed to gather in one spot and perform a mighty ritual dance, an act of magic and invocation and appeal to the great spirit.
	And nobody seemed quite sure just what this magic dance was supposed to consist of, presumably a lot of drumming and hey-yay-yay-yay for days at a time, something like that, maybe some peyote thrown in, you get the idea.
	But what was supposed to be the result of the Ghost Dance was that all of the mighty Indian warriors, who down through the years had been slain by the white men's bullets or the white men's smallpox, would return to life and rise up from the grave with their weapons to fight again, only this time the Great Spirit's powerful magic would make sure that the Indians won, and they would finally sweep all of the white pale faces into the sea.
	It's said that the so-called massacre at Wounded Knee resulted when the army came on a gigantic camp that had been established for the purpose of hosting the Ghost Dance.
	You know what all this cack we do on the internet today is?
	I'll tell you what it is.
	The alt-right is doing the Ghost Dance.
	We are performing acts of ritual magic to try and invoke the spirits of our own warrior ancestors to rise again and fight and kill our enemies because we are too weak and frightened and confused to do so ourselves.
	We idealize ancestors who were brave, who were real men, white men who fought against their enemies with weapons in their hands and who actually killed their enemies like white boys don't do anymore except for certain police officers who have a very, very limited permission slip to do limited harm to the invaders with the dark skins in order to stop them from hurting the rich people or interfering with their pleasures in any way.
	Right now, the white race is facing an extinction-level event, both in Europe and here in North America, due to the abolition of national borders and the suspension of pretty much all existing immigration law.
	And we're basically doing nothing at all to prevent our own genocide.
	Here in North America, we have at least a threadbare excuse in that we have Donald Trump to hold up and tell ourselves that by supporting him and making a lot of noise, mostly on the internet, we're doing something to stop the genocide.
	"Europe is what worries me sick right now.
	Our homeland is facing an existential crisis.
	Muslims are literally beheading priests at the altar." Yes, I know that sounds like the purest conspiracy theory raving.
	But that's what the Islamic murderers of ISIS are claiming on their own websites and in their media columns, and they have historical precedent for this, as they surely know.
	This little stroke of Islamic policy has been around for a while.
	In the 16th century, the Sultan Suleiman the Magnificent gave one of his young sons an army for his birthday.
	A daddy Suleiman asked the kid which lands he wished to invade, and the prince replied, I will go north and conquer the land of the white Russian women.
	As late as the early 19th century, the Barbary pirates were raiding the coast of Ireland for women.
	In the slave market in Algiers or Marrakesh, an Irish redhead would fetch a fortune, and many such kidnapped girls were actually sent on to the Sultan and provincial emirs as gifts or bribes from the pirate chiefs.
	Only one I ever heard about came back.
	In modern times, there were Islamic mercenaries who fought on the Muslim side in the Balkan Wars of the 1990s, and one of them had a unit patch that depicted a black swan raping a white swan.
	ISIS knows all of this means genetic warfare from their religion's past.
	They probably study nothing else, and this policy is continuing to this day.
	And we saw it in action on New Year's Eve in Cologne.
	The deliberate policy of mass rape and pollution of the white gene pool has a long pedigree in Islam.
	It's quite real.
	I'm not making this up.
	We are no longer waiting for the balloon to go up.
	It's done so.
	It began on November 20, 2014, here in the United States, when a third-world dictator abolished this country's borders with the stroke of a pen, and the spineless Republican Party did nothing about it, but instead bowed down low to the kinky hair and baby-shit brown skin of George Soros' houseboy.
	When that happened, the Republicans and the remaining elements in government and the military, with some vestigial sense of decency and honor and loyalty to the old Constitution, should have formulated a plan of action that involved arresting Obama, taking him physically into custody, and placing him on trial for treason.
	This was not done, and so from that day of infamy until the present...
	We live in a dictatorship where there is no longer any law at all except the signature of the president or some other bureaucrat from the IRS or the absurdly misnamed Justice Department on a piece of paper.
	So far, the only white resistance in Europe against this extinction-level event consists of some petty vandalism and minor arson of empty buildings where so-called migrants were scheduled to be housed.
	So far as I am aware, as of late August of 2016, not one single quote-unquote migrant refugee has been physically harmed in any way, much less killed by resistance fighters, nor has a single one of them been forcibly returned to where they came from.
	On the rare occasions when one of these filth is too badly behaved for even the German or Swedish governments to bear, he is deported to another European country.
	Usually Italy or France, although I understand they're demanding Bulgaria serve as a kind of dumping ground for criminal deportees now.
	The number of murdered white people raped white women and white women with brown babies on the way is skyrocketing.
	The police in European countries have swung into action, especially in Germany and Great Britain, to arrest and imprison any white person who dares to criticize the dark-skinned invaders on social media, and increasingly to arrest and imprison anyone who criticizes the politicians who allow it all.
	German citizens are sitting in jail tonight, not even for racism as such, but for saying unkind things about Angela Merkel on Facebook.
	I know that some of our people in Britain have been arrested or visited and their computers and phones confiscated for posting comments criticizing Theresa May and demanding the immediate implementation of Brexit.
	We, as a people, are responding to the death of Europe by waddling through the streets holding up signs, a long-discredited activity which the entire establishment has been set up for years simply to ignore.
	In many cases, the so-called right-wing populist or even quote-unquote racist minor parties whom we do this for are led by so-called movement modernizers, which means that in some countries, the white resistance is in the hands of bugger boys, mulattoes, crypto-Jews, for real Jews, police agent provocateurs, and plain and simple liars and thieves.
	We are responding to physical assault, murder, and the pandemic of unspeakable violation of women with acts of what is known as sympathetic magic, by posting to the internet pictures of guns, pictures of Vikings and SS men and Confederate soldiers.
	We are also posting pictures of what appear to be white males in small groups of five or six.
	Wearing bold racial t-shirts with proud slogans and all kinds of cool-looking runes and wearing ski masks, too, or these small groups of mostly rather portly white boys don't really seem to have any existence outside the Internet, since so far as I've heard, no one on European streets has actually seen any of them.
	They're certainly not dropping any black or brown bodies.
	There are no police reports anywhere in Europe of gunfire or bombing except from the Muslim invaders themselves.
	This is probably the only war in history where only one side is fighting.
	I say again.
	So far as I am aware, not one single invader has been so much as personally inconvenienced by any local white people outside police or government officials, etc., whom, as I've said before, have only a very limited permission slip to control the behavior of people with dark skins.
	Of course, we do get these conspiracy theory people twittering all over the internet about how, yes, yes, there's this big secret revolution going on in Europe and all kinds of valiant acts of resistance are really taking place, including desperate gun battles between white nationalist guerrillas and government troops and secret assassinations and so forth and so on, but the media never reports it, don't you know?
	Uh, no.
	No.
	All that's necessary to debunk that is for some act that really does vaguely resemble physical resistance to take place like Dylann Roof's little hizzy fit in Charleston.
	And then you will see how the left liberal media screams and screams and screams at the top of their lungs when some white man actually strikes back, or at least when something happens they can make to appear as if a white man is striking back.
	It's just the worst and most sickening act of terrible racism in the world.
	Aside from a few fires in empty buildings and a few shouted words on the street and in subway trains, mostly in England, nothing.
	Not even any kind of simple shoving or scuffling incidents.
	I see pictures of large streets and squares in France, Germany, Sweden, Italy, and Britain that resemble the main souk in Istanbul or an African carnival.
	The invaders are all perfectly relaxed and appear obviously at home.
	And virtually no white people are visible in these shots or videos at all.
	The whites have simply fled and given up their public spaces, also in some cases their private ones as well, when the dictatorship has ordered them to literally move out of their homes and give those homes to the dark-skinned foreigners.
	What we're not seeing is dead black or brown-skinned invaders lying on Europe's streets.
	This is in a land which...
	70 years ago produced millions of soldiers.
	The best in human history.
	So far, the only people to die have been the white people, slaughtered like hogs.
	Like the 84-year-old French priest whose head rolled before his own altar.
	Or the American woman tourist who was walking down the street and all of a sudden she felt herself being disemboweled by a Somali nigger.
	We white boys can't fight anymore because we've never been allowed to be who we really are.
	The result of 70 years of Jewish social engineering is that white males have become weak, timid, frightened and cowed and beaten down.
	White boys walk around with our heads hung down, ashamed of our horrible and wicked racist past, when we did all of those bad, terrible things to all those wonderful people with dark skins.
	Us white boys are stained, you see, stained with the terrible sin of slavery and the new stain of white privilege.
	And it is right and just that we should bow our heads and do a little dance and say, yes ma 'am, no ma 'am, three bags full ma 'am, when those who are so much better than us tell us what to do.
	Mostly people of our own race, and mostly women, I'm sorry to say.
	I call them PPPs, people with petty power over our lives, bosses, landlords, various official functionaries in government bureaucracies.
	I think all of you out there know who I mean.
	I've often thought that when the blow-up finally comes, it won't be because of some big, huge issue with global implications.
	If we were capable of responding to something like that, then we would have responded on November 20, 2014, when the dictator abolished this country's borders.
	No, I think that what might finally push the white man over the edge is the petty PC and the PPPs, the people with petty power, who are the first echelon of the dictatorship.
	George Soros' foot soldiers, you might call them.
	The ones responsible for all the little horrors, the genuine microaggressions that political correctness stabs us with.
	Only to the victims, they're not so micro.
	If you're white, and especially if you're white and male, then you live with this petty power and its abuse every day of the week in a dozen different forms and situations.
	The niggers and minor government functionaries and bitchy left loon women who were given government jobs and government paychecks right out of school and who clearly have feminist man-hating problems.
	All of whom have something that you have to have and therefore you gotta jump through their hoops.
	The endless parade of flat brown faces behind counters where you have to wade through pigeon English in order to get done what you need done.
	The constant gabble of foreign voices in your ear.
	Hell, any man of any age with a pale skin who lives in this toilet knows exactly what I'm talking about.
	All the people with petty power over our lives who shout at us and bully us and order us around and make us wait on them and tap dance in front of them and make us jump through their hoops.
	Saying and doing to us things that these little creeps could never do or say to blacks or browns or Muslims.
	That's what's finally going to push us over the edge.
	The petty injuries and injustices of life in liberal democratic America that poison everything in our lives.
	Now have you noticed that nobody seems to be happy anymore?
	That everything around us is full of rage and hate and bad craziness?
	That's the world that Obama and Hillary Clinton and 10,000 others have made for us all.
	Okay, I realize that like Comrade Don says, I'm kind of all over the place with this, largely because it's so hard for people of my race to speak honestly in this society.
	I'm trying to talk about things here that the regime doesn't want discussed, so let's give this a shot.
	What exactly am I driving at here?
	That's simply this.
	Why are you guys doing nothing about all this?
	Why are you letting them do this to you?
	Why do you not make them stop?
	Why do you not resist?
	What will make you change who you are and begin resisting with something besides words tapped onto a keyboard and visible only on an electronic screen?
	Resist with something besides pictures of guns and Vikings and Nazi SS men posted to Twitter like Stone Age men drawing animals on the walls of caves.
	That is the question that I'm going to try to answer in this ghost dance talk, not just the usual endless rehashing and reanalyzing and restating of the problem, which is what the right wing has been doing for generations.
	I'm talking about a search for the solution.
	Somehow, I have to persuade you to change the very kind of person that you are, as profound a change as any religious conversion, and I have to do it within the constraints of a First Amendment which has almost vanished.
	While being monitored and stalked by at least three different secret police agencies to my knowledge.
	I might really slip up this time and say something that pisses off somebody in a carpeted office so bad that I get Bill Whited, but we'll see how it plays out.
	I think every white man of any age listening to this understands that Hillary Clinton's America has got nothing for you.
	If you're young and you went to a public school, you've seen the wasteland that you grew up in and you've probably figured out that you're not really expected to work your way out of it.
	You will have encountered the obstacles deliberately placed in your way by the law, the culture, and the regime.
	You will have seen the college educations that will put you into lifelong debt bondage, even if a white boy can break through what Dilbert cartoonist Scott Adams calls the diversity ceiling and get into college at all.
	I'm sure you know guys who have come out with useless degrees and who are now living in their parents' basement delivering pizzas three nights per week.
	I know that's something of a stereotype, but stereotypes come about because they have a basis in truth.
	You may know guys who were forced into the dictatorship's military because it was the only job available anymore to high school graduates in their hometowns, and some of those young men may have come back from Iraq or Afghanistan maimed or mad or not come back at all.
	If you're a middle-aged white man, then you will have personally experienced the 1,001 ways in which democracy debases, despoils, and degrades men of our skin color.
	All your adult life, you will have been robbed of the fruits of your labor by the tax collector and for the last eight years by the Obama Depression.
	Very possibly robbed of your home as well.
	Your family may well have been destroyed, not through any fault of yours or even your wife's, not really, but simply due to the innumerable pressures and problems of trying to survive in a society which has become deeply sick, unhinged, and unnatural.
	I'll tell you this much.
	I grew up in the 50s and 60s, and I don't remember a single divorced couple Or single-parent family in our circle of acquaintances in Burlington.
	I think it was 1969 or so in Chapel Hill before I even met anyone at school whose parents were divorced.
	Yes, Virginia, things really were better back then.
	You might not be living in your parents' basement like the 20-somethings, but you may well be living in a crumbling furnished apartment or a double-wide.
	And if you still have your house, it's become a monthly battle to keep it that exhausts all of your resources and allows you nothing to spare.
	You've been refused the jobs and promotions and career that you should have had, and you're finally waking up and looking around at the dawning realization that America has thoroughly sodomized you, and you're wanting to know who is responsible and what to do about it.
	Well, I can help you with that.
	And if you're old, oh God help you, I used to be grateful when I was younger, because I honestly thought that I didn't have to worry about getting old.
	I figured one way or another, some great cataclysmic event would step in.
	Either we'd win the revolution, or I'd end up dead.
	Hasn't worked out that way yet, and now I'm coming up on my 63rd birthday with nothing.
	So, you see, I'm developing a bit of a sense of urgency about all this.
	Now, many years ago, I knew an old man who had been a Hungarian freedom fighter in 1956, one of those young people who charged the Soviet tanks with nothing but a few Molotov cocktails and their bare hands.
	This old guy told me something I've never forgotten.
	He said, Harold, you are trying to fight the greatest evil humanity has ever known with nothing but words, and that is why you will fail.
	So it is proven.
	For over 70 years, we have, with some very few exceptions, been attempting to secure the existence of our people and the future for white children with nothing but words.
	We have failed.
	Group after group, including those that I myself was involved in, came and went and tried the same old pointless methods.
	And all of us foundered on the rocks of our own people's poor character and our refusal to undergo any genuine risk or inconvenience, again with a tiny number of noble exceptions.
	Our species now stands on the brink of extinction.
	And the time is now upon us when we must change, or else we all enter into nothing but endless night.
	Unless a major change is implemented in the essential inner character of a significant number of white men, and at least a few extraordinary women, and unless this happens within a few years from now and the entire white nationalist movement changes course, white people will be as completely marginalized as the American Indian within fifty years.
	Anyone who doubts how quickly a previously numerous species marked for extinction can disappear should read the story of the passenger pigeon and the dodo and the Tasmanian thylacine wolf.
	But there are stories of hope here.
	The buffalo were once almost extinct, as were the timber wolf and the alligator.
	These species have now recovered because people changed their attitudes and made an effort to preserve them.
	Now, in this Ghost Dance talk, I intend to do two things.
	First off, I intend to make a serious analysis of what really is wrong with us.
	And I'm not talking about the usual whining litany of complaint, the constant ritual stating and restating the problem that most right-wingers and white nationalists indulge in.
	I'm talking about doing the old AA trick and finally conducting that fearless and searching moral inventory of ourselves.
	And there will be those who really, really don't like what they hear.
	I'm probably going to lose some supporters over this, but I'm sorry.
	It has to be done.
	And we can't wait any longer.
	The biopolitical situation is simply too gravely serious now.
	That's what's going to get me in trouble with my own people.
	Now, the second thing I will attempt to do in this ghost dance will probably get me in trouble with the secret police and the dictatorship itself.
	I will attempt to show you all how you can change and become at least some approximation of the men that our great-grandfathers were.
	I can't do this for you any more than I can cause the NVA to materialize out of the ground.
	You're going to have to make this transformation by yourself, within yourself.
	But I will do my damnedest to hold your hand and walk you through it, because it has to be done.
	We have to become someone different from who we are now.
	Genocidal death is standing behind us now.
	Let's go back to the standard ritual disclaimer.
	I'm not inciting to violence or criminal activity.
	I'm inciting to change because we have now reached the point where the end really does justify the means.
	Since it is by now as obvious as a neon sign in Las Vegas that the only way that there can be change in this putrid society is if somebody gets up off their ass and physically changes things, you might say that there's no difference.
	But there is indeed a subtle but important difference in both the message and the intent.
	I'm not saying this to cover my ass or trying to slap on a legal fig leaf of some kind.
	I'm saying it because it's true.
	This is not about me.
	It's about you.
	Our race is now facing extinction from the planet because you are who and what you are.
	You must learn to be someone else.
	I mean it about change.
	It has to come because right now our race is vanishing from the face of the earth and that is not acceptable.
	Whatever must be done to stop that and recover white control of some portion of the earth has to be done and it has to be done now.
	Now, since November the 20th, 2014, when Barry Sotoro abolished this country's borders with a stroke of his pen and without even a pretense of consultation with the people's elected representatives and thereby formalized his own dictatorship from that moment on, there is no longer any health or hope in the existing system.
	On that day, the balloon finally went up and most of us missed it.
	Our clever, clever enemies have always had sufficient sense to leave behind a hollow shell to give us wretched little white boys an out.
	Some fig leaf that we can use to convince ourselves and others that there is still some way forward and some kind of future for this country other than endless night.
	There isn't.
	What I'm trying to do is get you to make the decision to change.
	To participate in political, social, and economic resistance activity in some form other than words.
	The nature and extent of that participation in the process of change I won't speculate about, because according to circumstances, it could be anything.
	I want you to transform yourself into someone else, a man that your great-grandfather would have recognized.
	Now before any of us can make this decision, we need to understand why, with only a microscopically tiny number of exceptions, good or ill, we as a group have not made this decision before this.
	I'm talking about our own wee little movement now, the ones among us down through the past half century who have known what the hell has been going on and who therefore don't have ignorance as an excuse.
	Guys like me.
	Speaking for myself, I have enough self-knowledge so that I can tell you why I didn't oppose this evil more effectively than I did.
	Or, if you want to put it another way, why I didn't indulge myself in a spectacular act of public suicide.
	Ever since I first got involved in all this, I've known that it's going to take more than one single man and more than one tiny little group of five or six people committing some bizarre act or other to bring about the permanent systemic change needed to secure the existence of our people and the future for white children.
	Now, you might call that the weatherman fantasy.
	And most of you have no idea who the weathermen were, do you?
	Never mind.
	In my case, yes.
	The usual components of cowardice and laziness were there.
	Mostly laziness, I think.
	In my younger days, life was still kind of sweet and kind of pleasant at times, and if you gamed at the system and generated nothing but words...
	You stood a reasonable chance of not having your door kicked in at six in the morning.
	Now, that's no longer true, of course.
	It was just so much easier to humble myself and shuffle and tap dance in front of the tyrant in a clown suit than do the things which I understood, even as a young man, had to be done in order to bring about change.
	If I was a good little boy and colored only within the lines, I would be allowed my series of crumbling furnished apartments and my nightly beer ration back in my drinking days and even a few pointless and debilitating relationships with the damaged and half-crazy women of my own race.
	For long periods, I fucked off, just like you guys are doing now.
	I half-stepped.
	I became an expert at avoiding the heavy lifting that I knew had to be done, making up for my failure to do the right and necessary things with words.
	Some of them pretty fine words, if I do say so myself.
	Like you, I kept thinking that somehow there would be this big seismic cataclysmic change that would relieve me of the necessity of coloring outside the lines until everybody was doing it and there were no lines.
	Then, on November the 20th, 2014, the balloon finally did go up, only very quietly, passing almost unnoticed except on a few websites and talk shows.
	So, I've been there, guys, and I'm as guilty as you of seeing my duty clearly and failing to do it, not only out of plain old yellow, but because I just couldn't be bothered.
	This series of audio talks is the beginning of a process I've said before that we have to undertake.
	A fearless and searching moral inventory of ourselves.
	I don't want it to turn into the typical white nationalist or alt-right white boy bashing that we see so much of on the internet, sneering at one another because we won't go first and go shoot somebody or blow something up, like ten-year-olds daring one another to do something childish and stupid.
	That's not revolution.
	That's Dylann Roof and Craig Hicks' hissy fit stuff, and that's not what I need.
	Guys, no joke.
	Do not take anything I say here as somehow giving you a permission slip to go commit some kind of gun crime.
	That is not what I am saying.
	That's not what I intend.
	No, really, don't do that crazy shit.
	If for no other reason than too many Dylann Roofs can utterly gum up the works for those of us who are really trying to accomplish something serious.
	As badly as most of us movement white boys deserve to be bashed, including me, that serves no purpose.
	We do have to take a look in the mirror and be honest about what we see there.
	And we have to do it now, because self-deception is a luxury white people can no longer afford.
	I'm going to be saying things here that will upset and anger you, but you mustn't react like a petulant child.
	You have to listen to what I say and act on it.
	No, really, I mean it.
	This time it's for real.
	I can't be worried anymore about who I'll give offense to or whose $20 donations I'll lose because somebody thinks I'm talking about him and goes into a sulk.
	It's showtime, people.
	The border is wide open and the mud people are marching inland in their millions.
	When they're not actually being given rides to assembly points in the interior by the Border Patrol acting on Obama's orders, as some are now.
	The time's up, dudes.
	No more dry runs, no more practice swings.
	The borders are open.
	The mud flow is coming in a wall of excrement and filth, and we have to get this right.
	We can no longer pretend that the problem isn't us.
	Not while the borders are open.
	No time for that anymore.
	We can't afford to slough things off with these glib excuses that we've been using for almost three generations.
	These rationalizations to continue to do nothing.
	That's one thing wherein white males are the absolute tops in the world.
	Our seemingly endless ability to dream up cogent, logical, and persuasive reasons to continue to do nothing.
	This wee little movement of ours has been around for a long time.
	We've accomplished pretty much zip, and we have a whole shelf of glib, plausible, facile, canned answers and template excuses for our failure that we use to fool others and fool ourselves as to why we can't get our own people to do jack shit, legally or otherwise.
	The truth of the matter is that we have failed because we're not doing what we're supposed to be doing.
	I don't necessarily mean direct action.
	That's what never ceases to amaze me.
	For 60 years, there have been a number of completely legal and at least partly effective tactics that we could have used.
	But we can't get white people to do simple legal things, like kick in $10 a month to make sure that their children have some kind of future.
	Now we're down to one final act that will save us.
	Yet one which is completely legal and one which is, in the long run, personally beneficial.
	The act of Northwest migration.
	And yeah, the NF has been able to persuade some of you to come home.
	Although, so far, it's only a trickle.
	Fortunately for the future Northwest American Republic, there is massive organic migration to the Northwest on the part of people whose knowledge of the true nature of things is limited at best or perhaps gotten from people like Alex Jones.
	It's the most knowledgeable and talented of our wee little movement whom we can't get to come home and who persist in staying in their furnished apartments and double wides or crumbling McMansions in Tampa or New Jersey or Columbus, Ohio or San Marito, California.
	I understand that white people below a certain age are not really responsible for what they've become because they've been socially engineered like that from birth, and many of these deep and profound character flaws are wired into them now.
	I won't say hardwired because I don't believe that.
	I believe that post-1970 white people can change themselves through an act of will, and that's why this series of audios, to try and persuade you to make that decision and to act on it.
	However, all that having been said, just because it's not your fault that you are the way you are doesn't mean it's not your responsibility to correct it.
	Okay, let's start not with a character flaw, so much as a few incorrect ideas that we've taken hold of and in our poor character chew them to death.
	Now, there are some ideas that I've been hearing literally for generations as to why we can't do or dare not do anything.
	Picking out the ultimate excuse for the white man's doing nothing is hard, and there is no one single reason.
	This really is a very complex problem, and its causes are very diverse, feel pardon the expression.
	One petty point that applies especially, I think, to the South.
	You may know that the lynchings that maintained the social order and reminded the niggers of who they were and who we were pretty much stopped by the mid-1950s.
	This may sound real silly at first, but I think that it's valid.
	I largely blame air conditioning.
	You see, it used to be that people in southern communities escaped the heat that pretty much crushes everybody for five months out of the year by almost a Latin American lifestyle involving outdoor shade and including a siesta.
	Businesses in Charleston and the rest of the South took long noonday breaks during the summer months, at least two hours.
	I can remember my father in Burlington, when I was very small, having some kind of extended lunch hour, and he would come home, eat lunch, and then gonk out on the couch for half an hour or so before going back to the plant.
	After supper, people would go out on their front porches and fan themselves and maybe read the newspaper, and they'd watch what went on along the street and bat the breeze with their neighbors.
	There was actual interaction between human beings, not between people and an electronic device.
	And then, along about the mid-1950s, the first window unit air conditioners became commonly available.
	And then around 1962 or so, throw in color TV, and all of a sudden, white people aren't spending the hot months outside dealing with other live human beings.
	They're inside, cocooning in an artificially cool environment and staring into the dew tube.
	Air conditioning turned the white man inwards and began the process of making him an indoor animal.
	Color TV began the process of rotting his brain once he'd been driven indoors.
	Another problem is a profound and overpowering defeatism that has been meticulously socially engineered into us for at least three generations now and arguably began in the early 20th century when Jewish control of the media and academic world was first established.
	How many times have you heard words to the effect of, it's just not bad enough yet for people to be willing to do anything?
	Damn it, Harold, a white man has to have his back to the wall before he'll do anything, and until that happens, it's pointless to try any kind of genuine resistance.
	You know, I've been hearing it's not bad enough yet for 48 years.
	In the 60s and 70s, and maybe even in the Reagan area, there was a little bit to that, although not nearly as much as we used to claim.
	You know, it's possible for human beings deliberately to create social and political conditions favorable to themselves.
	The Jews have been doing it for generations.
	But, yeah, I can recall times when things were actually pretty good in this country, although never for me, but pretty good compared to what they are now, and I especially remember the long goodbye of the 1990s, the last good period in old American history.
	I get that expecting the white man to rise up and change the world in 1973, or 1978, or 1987, or even 1996 was unrealistic, and I got it then.
	But what about now?
	Now let's take a look at today.
	95 million unemployed.
	Half of all white marriages ending in divorce and broken families.
	A whole generation of white youth crushed for life under staggering student loan debts that even if they're lucky enough to get a job, they won't pay off until they're in their 40s and can no longer dare risk anything because then they'll have all the problems of old age coming at them like a freight train.
	An actual legal criminal guilty of multiple financial and national security related offenses is about to take the White House.
	This morning's headline on Drudge Report, to the effect that white people are today being chased through the streets of Milwaukee by nigger gangs and being beaten and robbed as part of an anti-police riot.
	Do you want me to go on?
	Bad enough for you yet?
	If not now, when?
	Guys, really?
	Just how bad is bad enough?
	That's one major excuse that white boys have developed down through the years as reason to do nothing.
	The idea that either quote-unquote things aren't bad enough or else some other kind of deus ex machina, some act of God.
	Some kind of outside event is going to occur that will relieve us of the necessity that we ourselves do anything that entails personal risk or inconvenience.
	Who knows?
	Maybe aliens really will land the mother ship on the White House lawn and load us all on board and whisk us away to a new home in the sun.
	Maybe there will be a huge collapse of the system through the economy, tanking or the stock market crashing or peak oil or some kind of plague, something that doesn't affect us personally, of course, or cause our own electricity and internet to go out.
	The big point of this act of God theory is the hope that some catastrophic event will somehow disarm and disperse the armed men who serve the United States so we will never have to confront them.
	One staple of right-wing fantasy for the past 50 years has been all the mighty heroic deeds that we will do once the Iron Heel is lifted.
	Mobs of plundering niggers from the cities, invading North Koreans or Iranians, armies of weird guys and mohawks with crossbows, zombie apocalypse, oh, we'll just fight like hell against those.
	We'll fight like Rambo with our M60 and our thousand-round ammo belt draped across our sweaty chest in a tank-top T-shirt.
	Oh yeah, that'll be us.
	Oh yeah, that'll be us.
	Just not anybody with an American badge issued by the tyrant's regime.
	Oh, no, Harold, we can't do that.
	No, no!
	The bad men in the black body armor and the badges will hurt us if we don't bow down and kiss their feet and do what they say.
	But, but, but, Harold, Harold, they're the law.
	Yeah, well, tyrants usually are.
	That's what makes them different from ordinary gangsters.
	Just a quick historical observation here.
	In times of societal breakdown, the police and legalized gun-toters generally become part of the problem and even less a part of the solution than they were before the collapse.
	In many cases, former police officers form groups or gangs or private armies or militias and take over turf, especially when the local people have no guns and can't resist.
	This is basically what happens in Africa all the time and to a lesser extent in Asia and South America.
	So just a word of advice to all you mighty warriors who are going to do such great deeds of valor once the police and the FBI and the courts and the prisons and the other secret police agencies and whatnot somehow vanish into a puff of smoke.
	They most likely won't.
	Not at first and not completely.
	I agree that at some point the whole house cards in Washington, D.C. is going to come tumbling down and central control of the secret police agencies and the various apparati of the surveillance state are going to attenuate or collapse.
	But those people and their weapons and their facilities and their equipment are still going to be out there and they're going to be acting on their own, at least for a time.
	I will tell you all now, quite frankly, If there is to be any hope for the re-establishment of any kind of freedom and meaningful existence on this continent, at some point the fragmented remains of these numerous, heavily armed agencies of control and coercion are going to have to be dealt with.
	In the meantime, we white boys spend our whole political careers, which consist mostly of surfing the web, looking for any thin ray of hope, however unlikely, that we ourselves will never be called upon to display personal, physical courage against armed enemies.
	Fight them, overcome them, and destroy them.
	Offer us any thin straw of hope that someone else will do it for us, and we white boys will cling to it like grim death.
	This is one of the reasons for the wild and hysterical welcome that Donald Trump has received from so many of us.
	He is that gift of the gods that someone else who was going to do it For us.
	So we don't have to show brave and expose our tender skins to beatings and bullets and orange jumpsuits and steel on our wrists.
	We don't have to do that now.
	Boss Trump going to lead us all to the promised land and God do we love him for it.
	We love him so much that I've actually gotten kind of leery of pointing out the many problematic aspects of Trump because I get really nasty responses when I do.
	Some of us white boys have finally found our man on the white horse, and we will not allow him to be taken from us, at least not by me.
	Whether we will allow Hillary Clinton and the Democrats to take him from us is another story.
	They're certainly going to try through fraud or murder.
	We could put a stop to that if we wanted to, but there's a catch.
	In order to install President Trump in the White House, we might have to display personal bravery against armed enemies, some of whom might be carrying badges from the old regime.
	crickets
	I thought so.
	Another reason that the majority of you guys don't support the Northwest Front with anything other than words is the fact that you simply don't believe it can be done and that therefore there's no point in even trying.
	And of course, if you're going to take that attitude, then you're right, there isn't.
	History is replete with hundreds of examples down through the ages where peoples under threat have broken away from a tyrant or an empire.
	And established independent nations of their own, including our own in 1776.
	But, oh, no, we can never do it here.
	The very idea is absurd.
	America as we know it is eternal and immortal.
	Nothing can ever really change here.
	It just, well, it can't.
	So there, yeah.
	Within living memory, communism has fallen.
	The Soviet Union itself has fallen.
	Hong Kong went back to China.
	Dozens of new nations have been formed.
	And the Muslim wogs are now creating a whole new nation-state where none was before, out of nothing in Syria and Iraq, which is capable of shooting up gay discos in Orlando.
	But, oh no, no, no, no, no, no, that could never happen on this continent, since we all know that America is the exception to every rule of history.
	America is immune to such petty forces as human nature.
	All that nation-building and political hurly-burly stuff.
	Now, wogs and gooks and other third-worlders do that.
	Entitled American good old boys go to Six Flags and ride the roller coaster and drink a lot of beer and party.
	America as we know it is forever.
	Got that?
	As recently as 1989, a mad left-wing dictator named Ceausescu and his Jew-bitch wife were physically dragged out of their comfortable office and palace by a mob of the people they'd tyrannized.
	They were stood up against a wall and riddled with bullets by white men.
	And yet, you tell me, oh no, no, that could never, ever happen here.
	Hey, dude, this is America.
	Don't you know that America is immune to all the laws of the universe?
	We're special, because my Bible tells me so.
	America's forever, dude, and whatever else happens anywhere else in the world, we'll always have NASCAR and Six Flags and Walmart too, bro.
	Now this is what you have been raised to believe through a couple of generations of Jewish social engineering, and this is what you do believe deep down.
	First off, because of an essential lack of imagination on your part that makes any other way of life inconceivable.
	And secondly, because it's easier for you to do so.
	Like all Americans, you take the line of least resistance.
	You go along to get along.
	Now, to your credit, you don't like it.
	You're not completely stupid or altogether depraved.
	If you were, you'd have a Hillary Clinton sign in your yard.
	Now, you know in your heart of hearts that something is badly wrong.
	You know what it is.
	You know what has to be done, and you really, really hope against hope that someone is going to come along and do it for you like the mighty Trumpledor.
	But as far as helping some tiny little group of pioneers out on the edge of the world with even ten bucks a month?
	Never mind actually joining them?
	Yeah, come on, Harold.
	Ten bucks is a six-pack of beer.
	Hey, a twelve-pack of the cheap stuff.
	Well, that's enough to kill the pain for one night, so I don't have to think, and...
	I'm not going to live with a night of cold, introspective sobriety just to help out an internet game, okay?
	You're Americans.
	You want bells and whistles and fireworks and spectacles that will make you go ooh and ah.
	You want to see some sign somewhere that there is money present because that is what you've been conditioned from birth to accept as the litmus test of success.
	Money.
	And yeah, that's one reason I keep asking you for it.
	Not just to pay bills, but for what the possession of even a small amount of it does for our presentation.
	So, you want to see bricks and mortar, you want to see really flashy and pizzazzy internet entertainment like with Alex Jones on that technical level, which I wish is healthy and have had, and you want to see visible bodies, preferably young female bodies, to convince you that all white girls haven't completely deserted us for the filth world.
	Above all, I've come to understand that you want your picnics back like you had at Hayden Lake.
	Gotta have those picnics so that you can briefly escape into liberated territory and be with others in a place where you can speak out loud any word that you want without being punished and destroyed.
	A couple of years ago, word got out that we in the NF have occasional backyard barbecues at sporters' homes here, which we do.
	And this rumor got blown all out of proportion to the effect that somehow we'd gotten hold of a compound, however you envision a compound, and the Aryan Nation-style picnics were back.
	I still, to this day, get calls and letters and emails from as far as the East Coast, from total strangers wanting to fly out to Washington to come to one of our gatherings.
	This is a very real pathology among racially aware white boys, and I understand it.
	Guys, I get where you're coming from with all this.
	Please, let me again assure you, the stuff I'm saying here is a lot less judgmental than it sounds.
	You have been made this way by the evil system that you were born and raised under.
	Now the trick is to find some way to get you to change and to transform yourself into someone that your great-grandparents would have recognized.
	So that's another problem we've got.
	You don't believe it can be done, and you won't believe it until I can finally locate the magic beans in whatever fold of my pocket they got lost in, and I can produce the headquarters and the professional videos and the couple dozen Northwest migration websites and the visible bodies, preferably attired in some kind of odd garb, and above all, until you see me all over cable news so you'll know that I exist since all Americans know that if you're not on TV, you're not real.
	All I can say about that, guys, is I'm working on it as best I can within the limited parameters imposed by that evil bitch reality.
	So once again, what exactly is it that I'm attempting to quote-unquote incite you to do here?
	I am attempting to incite you to do something which scares the FBI and the United States Attorney and the bureaucrats who do the hands-on ruling of us peasants to death.
	Even more than any crime of violence.
	At least, if they have any sense, they're scared to death.
	I am attempting to incite you to support the white nationalist movement in general, and the Northwest Imperative in particular, with something besides words.
	With physical acts that you do, not with your fingers touching a keyboard or an electronic screen, but with your whole body.
	Standing up and most likely out of doors.
	I don't say illegal acts.
	I say physical deeds that involve you interacting directly with other Caucasian human beings in the flesh and not through the medium of an electronic device where you can actually see his face and look the other person in the eyes.
	This type of interaction has almost ceased in the world of social media and the internet and the increasing isolation of the white male from the rest of the world and society.
	Especially our increasing isolation from the women of our own race.
	The Northwest Imperative is unlike anything in the white nationalist movement before or since.
	All of these other grouplets we've had were based in various ways on things that you say.
	The Northwest Imperative is based on something that you do.
	A physical act.
	Homecoming.
	I want you to start doing rather than saying.
	I want you to stop letting your fingers do the walking and start doing it with your feet.
	Wherever possible, you should be standing erect out of doors and in motion in some form or another.
	Time spent in a seated position in front of a computer or holding an electronic device in your hand ideally should be minimized to the bare minimum necessary to function in 21st century society.
	You know, it amazes me that we have people on our mailing list No computer, no email address.
	Their phone is a simple landline.
	A cell phone, maybe, but only for emergency use, or for when they're broken down on the highway, stuff like that.
	So, yes, it can still be done.
	And yes, I know that what I just described bears almost no resemblance to how I myself spend my days.
	I am aware of the contradiction and the irony.
	And I have said before that one of the anomalies we're going to have to deal with is that in all of these things I'm asking you to do for the 14 words, there is a large element of do as I say and not as I do.
	I apologize for that.
	There are very pressing reasons why I have to live and move forward in the way I do.
	Which some of you are aware of, and some of which I discuss in the organizational letters, but which I can't talk about here, due to the undesirable nature of some of this program's listeners who are operating on other agendas.
	Now, suffice it to say, this is how it's shaken out, and I wish it were otherwise.
	I occasionally play that Charge the Blockhouse audio clip from Arsenic and Old Lace in a sardonic kind of way, but I really wish I could be your man on the white horse and charge that blockhouse for you guys.
	Who knows?
	Maybe someday you'll give me what I need and I can give it a shot.
	Part 2. The World Must Change We who have been in the white nationalist movement for a long time are acutely aware that our problem has never been the Jews or the niggers or the queers or immigration.
	Or the Federal Reserve, or George Soros, or the media, or the yay-saying leeches in Congress, or even the government itself.
	All of these evils have occurred or been inflicted on us because we have allowed it.
	The problem is us, white people, both men and women, who have become weak, cowardly, lazy as sin, sluggish in thought and living, confused and infantile.
	White men and women have equally fallen prey to the Judaic rot of the past hundred years, although in different ways, and both white males and females are now pretty much broken and useless.
	Although not all.
	There are enough exceptions or potential exceptions to this so that it would be still possible to create a fighting party of white revolution like great-granddad used to make and reverse the destruction of our people.
	Indeed, one of the most tragic and grief-inspiring bits of knowledge that we who are racially conscious live with is the awareness of the fact that up until the 11th hour, the 59th minute, and the 59th second, it will still be possible for white people to pull this horror out of the fire and save ourselves.
	We are Aryans.
	We can accomplish anything that we as a people decide we want to do.
	It's not a matter of whether we can win.
	That's always been on the cards.
	It's a question of whether we will win.
	Whether we will make the effort to win.
	I lose sleep at night worrying that we might decide that it's not worth the effort and we would prefer a few more video games in 12 packs.
	I very much fear that one day we will perish from the face of the earth and if extinct species have such things as cosmic headstones, then ours will read Here Lies the White Race.
	They just couldn't be bothered.
	Or perhaps, here lies the white race.
	They preferred the beer.
	Right now, we have on the table one plan for survival, the Northwest Imperative.
	It's a good plan, it's doable, and with a little care and deftness of application, it can be done without reducing us all to Mad Max chaos.
	I've spent the past 16 years laying out that program, and if just the people who are listening to my voice now would give me what I need, i.e.
	a small amount of money each, and your own physical presence here in the homeland, then assuming we grow up and tackle this problem like serious adults, we could probably have our own free and independent country in 5 to 10 years.
	Although there are a lot of variables there, and that's about how long it took most African and Asian colonies to separate from European colonial powers once a bona fide liberation movement started.
	We could most of us live to see the true, brave new world, but I can't seem to get any of you interested.
	Why the hell not?
	Everything we need by way of preparation is done already, just waiting on the bucks and the bodies.
	The time has come to take this idea.
	Out of the realm of words and into the world of deeds, and that's where we always, always fall down.
	When the time comes to stop talking and stop tapping and start moving down the road at a speed of knots.
	To paraphrase an old movie I saw once, the white race is going to disappear from the face of the earth.
	It's going to fall into a chasm.
	The chasm between what is said and what is done.
	Why?
	For the umpteen-thousandth time I asked myself what in the name of God is wrong with us?
	How is it possible for us to live like this, every day, witnessing deeds and events that sicken our very souls, and whose meaning and implications at least some of us fully comprehend, and yet we do nothing?
	Please believe that I would overcome that obstacle for you if I could, but I can't.
	There is no man on a white horse.
	There will be no mothership descending to load us all on board and take us all the way to a new home in the sun.
	It doesn't work like that.
	You, yes, you have to play the game.
	You have to play to win, and you have to put something on the table.
	I must somehow find the words to smash down the walls that have been built in your mind and in your soul and persuade you to do it yourselves.
	Right, where do I begin?
	Well, let's begin with saying that by the very fact that you are listening to this podcast at all, you're salvageable.
	If you were a hopeless case, then you really would be living in the stereotype Wayne's world of Obama's America, where white boys are supposed to be living, and you'd be sitting in your mom's basement or working your shit job for 60 hours a week and living on Domino's pizza and internet porn and maybe one or two silly hobbies like Pokemon hunting or whatever it is.
	You wouldn't even know the party exists.
	There are millions of our people out there who do not know that the party or the Northwest imperative exists, and somehow we have got to change that, but you've taken the first step already.
	You got here, and you're listening, and we can build on that.
	Have you ever heard the expression from an old television show, there are 7 million stories in the Naked City?
	Well, there's 200 million stories in white America.
	Each one is different, and many of them are tragic and horrifying.
	I know because I've gone through some of them myself.
	Whether you're young or middle-aged or old, I have a pretty good idea of what you're going through because I guarantee I have myself either experienced or watched others go through it in some form.
	Most of you are still at least trying to make it in this cesspool called America.
	You've been trying to play by the rules, but more and more you're getting sick of it because you've now reached a sufficient level of knowledge so that you know America has nothing for you and it ain't going to get any better.
	Not ever.
	Unless, of course, we forcibly compel the people who control the world to stop doing what they're doing.
	And when I speak of direct action, that's what I'm talking about.
	Not necessarily violence and things going boom in the night.
	I'm saying that in some way or other, we have to make them stop and make sure that they can't ever do it to us again.
	The only way to do that is to create our own Sovereign and independent nation here in North America as a homeland for all white people the world over, so that the white man will have some place to go.
	Right now, there's nowhere.
	Twenty years ago, when the Internet first appeared, we in the white nationalist movement were over the moon because we thought, at long last, here's a weapon that we can use against them.
	Something that will level the playing field, media and propaganda-wise.
	Something that will make them stop doing these terrible things that they're doing, like forcing Hillary Clinton on us.
	Twenty years later, we still entertain that notion that somehow we can tap, tap, tap, tap, tap our woes away on a keyboard, or use our thumbs on the screen of a smartphone, but we're wrong.
	Don't get me wrong, websites and blogs and tweeting and Facebook have proven invaluable, but they're just not enough.
	This cannot be done on the internet alone.
	In order to make them stop, actual people have to really do things out in the real world, things that involve risk and inconvenience.
	I'm sorry guys, there just isn't any way around it.
	Not the internet or any other way, and you can't just sit there like you've been doing and wait for somebody else to do it.
	Let's get back to you guys who are listening to me now.
	I say again, you're salvageable because you know what the solution is.
	The Northwest Imperative and a free white homeland in our own land.
	It's just a matter of me somehow persuading you to actually do it.
	Now you know what I want from you.
	Nothing illegal or physically dangerous as yet, just two legal forms of activism.
	The payment of a small amount of money on a regular basis, which you can easily afford, and your personal homecoming to make your life here in the land where God and destiny decree that you need to be.
	Now, this involves some initial inconvenience, to be sure, but it's...
	Personally, beneficial in the long run because it gets you away from the teeming hordes of baboons who want to sink their teeth into your flesh.
	So, white boy, how's life treating you in this year of our Lord?
	Is Obama's America living up to its promise?
	How much money do you still owe on your student loan?
	What kind of shambles, what kind of train wreck has your life turned into due to some aspect of the putrid cadaver whose intestines we inhabit?
	Let's assume that you're not among the 95 million and you actually have a job.
	Congratulations.
	How do you like the 60-hour Obama work week?
	That's pretty much normal for white working people these days, either mandatory overtime or overtime that you have to have if you're going to put any weight at all on that paycheck enough to pay your rent or your mortgage or keep your car on the road.
	Or else you effectively work 60 hours a week because of the daily travel time necessary to get to work and home again because there's no safe or affordable housing near your job.
	The areas around your workplace are either full of six-figure yuppies and elitists because you've been gentrified out of the place where you were born, like San Francisco and my own hometown of Chapel Hill, North Carolina.
	Or else the locale around your place of employment is full of violent, drug-sodden niggers or sullen, gabbling foreigners.
	Public transportation is either absent or too unsafe to use, and you have to get up at 5 in the morning, drive 90 minutes each way through murderous traffic, possibly on a jam-packed freeway filled with the cars of other white people who don't dare to take train into town because they would be assaulted or otherwise victimized by people with dark skins.
	Assuming that you are able to hang on to this job of yours for any length of time, and that's a big assumption, I'm sure you're looking forward to living like this for years and never seeing your family by daylight during the winter months.
	Ah, but what family?
	Do you have one?
	How old are you?
	23, 28, 32?
	Have you been able to start one yet?
	Have you been able to start your life yet?
	Or are you still delivering pizzas and working temporary construction jobs or doing white-collar office temping?
	You know my heart keeps telling me You're not a kid at 33 you.
	you Bye.
	Bye.
	Now, if you're one of the lucky ones who has allowed any contact at all with women of our own race, you probably have a feminist girlfriend who grew up on Oprah and Buffy the Vampire Slayer, whom you allow to boss you around and dominate the relationship because that's what liberal society has conditioned you to do in exchange for occasional, mostly unsatisfactory sex.
	Bet that does wonders for your self-esteem, but oh, wait for divorce time.
	Now, if you were unlucky, you will at some point have married said Bimbo, and she's either taken your children and stripped you clean like a piranha through her attorney, or else she's about to do so and you're not legally allowed to visit your own home anymore.
	So you're living in a furnished one-bedroom with peeling wallpaper and trying to survive on the $60 a week left over from your paycheck after you finish paying for the home and the family that you'll never see again.
	In other words, you're living the American white male experience in all its gungy glory, or some other variation thereon.
	Maybe you're the wicked racist brother who got stuck in the hometown, delegated by the rest of the family to care for the old folks because your yuppie siblings and cousins conformed to the liberal progressive ideal and made contacts with the ruling Democratic Party for government jobs, while you resisted in some way, and therefore they have real lives with all the nice things and good stuff.
	And can't be bothered.
	But you lost your job and can't get another one because you had some stupid childish brush with the goddamn law, probably doing something that wasn't even a crime 50 years ago.
	Or because you said nigger once and you got blacklisted from employment, so you have no chance of ever making it.
	And really deserve to be punished for your entire life.
	But the others pay you to take care of mom and dad and that way they don't have to put themselves out.
	And yes, I've heard that one more than once.
	As you folks may gather, these examples I'm giving you are taken from life and many, many years of experiencing what it's like to try and make it in a politically correct society with a pale skin and convex genitalia where you have to always hide and suppress who and what you are.
	Where you have to watch every word and every facial expression.
	In Orwell's 1984, there was even a word for it.
	Face crime.
	And yes, for the record, let me say that I know it's...
	Just as bad for young women these days.
	Now, there was a brief time from the 70s to about the 90s when younger white women had a little bit of affirmative action edge.
	Although, in most of the places I tempt, they went for affirmative action twofers, black or brown women.
	But by now, the aging white girls are being pushed out of what privileged position they once had by the LGBTs and women of color, as they're termed.
	The bitches in the pantsuits, who run most corporate offices and federal bureaucracies and have a lock on the white-color job market, you'll notice, are more of the Hildebeest's generation, and the younger they get, the darker they get.
	I need to mention that my own experience is highly limited and actually rather genteel, all things considered.
	Once or twice down through the years, I was down to hefting and toting and donating plasma, but not too often.
	There were times when I was all alone like you are, and they were terrifying.
	i cannot imagine what it would be like to be thrown into the world of today at any age and compelled to survive all alone i'm not sure it could be done without turning to drug dealing or prostitution Okay, I'm kind of rambling, and I could go on like this for many hours, but what I want to convey to you guys listening to me is that I know what you're going through, either because I've been through it in some form myself, or because I know someone who has.
	You people out there who are middle-aged and elderly, you know what I'm talking about.
	Now, guys, what you need to understand is that it's not going to get any better.
	It's going to get worse as the economy deteriorates, as the effects of open borders get worse.
	And we are literally swamped and overrun with millions of illiterate dark-skinned foreigners who don't speak English, but who devour our remaining wealth and substance like locusts, stripping this country and Europe.
	Bare down to the bones in great migrations such as haven't been seen since the Bronze Age.
	America's promise is a lie that is still being fed to you in order to keep you working and keep you quiet.
	Why, in the name of God, do you continue to do nothing?
	Not the two simple and legal things I ask if you not anything else.
	Why, in the name of all that is holy, do you continue to respond to the living hell in which you exist by posting pictures of guns and Vikings and Confederate flags to the Internet and doing not one single physical act in the real world to save yourselves?
	Now, this is the key to white survival and to the crucial issue of white character.
	First, to understand.
	Why?
	You are doing nothing.
	And then to correct whatever it is that is wrong in your mind, uninstall whatever crap is there, and return you to your great-grandfather's earlier version of mental and spiritual software, white man version 2.0, whatever.
	I know that it's not a good idea to generalize too much, and like I said, there's 200 million stores in white America.
	Every one of you is an individual and you have your own reasons for continuing to sit there and do nothing at all to save yourselves and your loved ones.
	But I think there are three primary causal, psychological, and metaphysical factors for this general paralysis of the will, plus about a dozen more minor ones, and every individual case of paralysis is going to be a combination of one or more of these reasons.
	First off, there's what Comrade Don refers to as Learned helplessness, which is a term I like because it de-emphasizes plain and simple cowardice.
	Let's talk about that for a while.
	Don't get me wrong, we can't get away from using the C word.
	Cowardice is definitely a major part of the problem among white males.
	But I've never liked applying it in some form like, ah, white boys won't do nothing because they're all chicken shit cowards.
	Certainly, some of it really is cowardice.
	A very well-grounded fear of physical punishment and outright physical assault, especially where niggers are concerned.
	But it's not that simple.
	Really, it isn't.
	I get called a coward all the time by internet trolls because I allegedly incite the violence in my Northwest novels, and then I don't strap on an explosive suicide vest or pick up a gun and go out and pull some kind of idiotic Dylann Roof-style stunt to show that I practice what I preach.
	Now, in the first place, anyone who thinks that has clearly missed the message that I was trying to convey in my novels.
	They weren't about revolution.
	They were about character, which, of course, is the key to the whole solution.
	In those books, I am not attempting to tell white people what they should do.
	I am showing them who they should be.
	In the second place, this isn't about me.
	My goal is not to show the world what a macho bird brain I am.
	My objective is to change the world.
	If I could secure the existence of our people and a future for white children in some single act that would involve my own destruction, I would do so without hesitation, which you may believe or not as you choose, but the world doesn't work like that.
	There are a lot of people down through history like Robert the Bruce and Simon Bolivar and Joan of Arc who are referred to as liberators.
	But one person doesn't liberate a nation.
	Only the people acting in concert can do that.
	I'm normally not a fan of shades of gray or nuance, but in this case some nuance is called for.
	The Spaniards have a saying, he was a brave man that day, implying that on other days he wasn't.
	History is replete with military examples of regiments or whole armies who stood like rocks and defeated vastly superior opposing armies on some occasions and threw down their weapons and ran on others.
	Physical courage has always been the most common of all virtues in the men of our race and most of the women, but it's never been an either-or proposition.
	It's not like being pregnant or being dead.
	Either you is or you ain't.
	Courage is always contextual.
	And there is the well-known but sometimes less appreciated difference between being brave and being stupid or nuts, plus the historically sound saying that he who fights and runs away lives to fight another day.
	There are many different kinds of courage.
	Charging a machine gun nest or running into a burning building to rescue trapped people or facing down a mob is one kind.
	But there is also moral courage.
	The courage of one's convictions.
	The determination to do what is right in the face of imminent torture and death, of which our race produces countless examples.
	That's frankly the kind of courage which white boys need right now rather than the more physical kind.
	There is the courage of love, the courage to undergo all kinds of ordeals and hardships and to remain silent in the face of threats and torture from the tyrant's law in order to shield others.
	One of the most poignant examples of this in our history was a man named Giles Corey.
	Whom no one has ever heard of.
	He was 81 years of age, and in 1692, in Salem, Massachusetts, he was charged with witchcraft by a bunch of hysterical girls, and dragged up in front of the infamous tribunal and ordered to plead to the charge.
	Now, Corey knew full well that in the poisoned atmosphere of the Salem trials, he had no chance at all of acquittal.
	And that on conviction all of his property would be seized by the government.
	But, by a peculiarity of the law, if he never entered a plea, he couldn't stand trial and be convicted, and so his land and his wealth would then go to his children.
	There was a catch.
	In order to force him to enter a plea of guilty or not guilty, The court had the power to order him laid out on a stone floor with a door on top of him, and huge stones were then laid on the door to crush him until he gave up and gasped out a plea.
	But Corey was a stubborn old man, and as the court's hoodlums with badges piled the stones on top of the planks, all he would say was, More weight.
	Until he died.
	Giles Corey voluntarily gave up his own life rather than allow the FBI and Obama of the time to rob him and his family of all that they had.
	He died and his children inherited his land and his property rather than some corrupt colonial bureaucrat in Boston.
	So, as you can see, courage comes in many forms among our people.
	Yes.
	It's true that a lot of us do nothing to make these genocidal monsters in power stop killing us because we're just plain chicken shit scared, and because never in our coddled white middle class lives have we been called upon to display physical courage against other men or against nature.
	Most white boys today grew up with a Nintendo Game Boy in their hands, and if they did play any contact sports as children, it was the mild, liberal kind where everything was super padded and there was no competition because at the end of the game there were no winners or losers, and everybody got a prize.
	The type of schoolyard scuffles that I had when I was growing up are largely unknown today because punching some kid out on the playground now leads to police and courts and years of mandatory child psychology and drug treatment for aggression and all kinds of cack like that.
	The majority of modern white boys were certainly never spanked or belted during their childhood, no matter how much they may have needed it.
	In most states, it's now illegal for parents to do so.
	Yes, we live in a society where to some degree parents are afraid of their own children, knowing that they can go to prison and be stripped of everything they have if they take a belt to some little boy's bottom for setting the cat on fire or something of the kind.
	Daddy is supposed to take out his checkbook and not his belt and pay $10,000 for child psychologists and counseling when that happens.
	The result is that most white males under the age of 40 or so have most likely never received a physical blow in their lives, and so when some gigantic muscle-bound nigger starts roaring and mow-mowing and raising his fist, they cower.
	Yes, I know that there are exceptions to all of this, and even when the liberal poison is part of childhood, it happens in varying levels and with varying degrees of effect on the individual child.
	Again, I say I know there's 200 million stories out there, and each one is different.
	But all too often, this kind of poop is a factor.
	I have repeatedly cited down through the years the clear and obvious fact that some white males can be physically courageous, personally hardy, and physically violent, and indeed make their livings doing so.
	Military, police, firefighters, athletes, boxers and wrestlers and football players, skydivers and extreme sports players, the overall majority of them white despite it all.
	But again, I have to emphasize only with a permission slip from our lords and masters.
	An officially issued weapon in the case of a soldier, a badge in the case of a cop, or else an unspoken permission slip for some of the others in the form of social approval and herd acceptance.
	This is the second aspect of learned helplessness which prevents white males from revolting against the genocidal regimes that are killing us.
	The loss of what I suppose might be called the alpha gene.
	The fact is...
	That the overwhelming majority of white boys in this day and age are beta males.
	How much of this fact is due to several generations of social engineering and Judaic brainwashing, and how much of it is physiological and genetic in nature, I won't speculate.
	It certainly didn't help that twice in the past hundred years, the white race immolated millions of the very fittest and best of our young men in two pointless world wars, which were in fact largely civil wars between genetic brothers.
	Nor has 50 years of the present toxic and chemical-laced American diet helped.
	Basically, most Americans these days eat processed crap, and our bodies are weakened and poisoned thereby, which is compounded by lack of exercise, obesity, and massive doses of all kinds of prescription drugs all our lives.
	They say that a healthy body makes a healthy mind.
	Well, an unhealthy body makes Homer Simpson and Peter Griffin.
	I'm sure it hasn't escaped you guys' notice that, by now, most Americans of both genders are at least a little bit touched in the head.
	Not necessarily raving mad or delusional, just a little flaky.
	Now, how much of that's from the chemical contaminations and their diet and their environment, and how much of that is from the spiritual, mental, and emotional perversions of thought and breaches of human decency which constitute our education and culture and media environment is...
	That's hard to say.
	Suffice it to say that what I and a lot of others refer to as the alpha gene, the 5%er gene, is largely lost among white males, or at least it's gone dormant, and it's been suppressed so deeply to the point that it almost never makes an appearance in individuals without a permission slip.
	The permission slip that someone from the world of authority, establishment, or celebrity that American white boys must now be given before they can or will do anything that's even remotely rambunctious.
	White males have now become herd animals who do not function well at all when we are cut off and isolated from the herd.
	The great African explorer Sir Richard Burton, not the actor, was once asked how many men would be capable of leading an expedition if he himself were killed or incapacitated, and he replied, 5% precisely.
	That's become the generally accepted figure among psychologists for the number of people, almost all of the men, who have what it takes to lead, to go first.
	This has a direct bearing on why we are doing nothing except posting pictures to the internet as our species is slowly destroyed and removed from existence, because, in essence, that's what we're doing.
	We all know what has to be done.
	We've known for years what has to be done, and we're all shuffling our feet and looking around and waiting for someone else to go first.
	Someone else to call down the wrath of the power structure and its armed men, its FBI thugs and prison cells, onto himself and see that person or persons get away with it, or something that can be spun as getting away with it.
	I call this white pathology Waiting for Godot, after the weird Samuel Beckett play.
	It was noticed that during the Korean War, not one single American soldier escaped from prisoner of war camps.
	This is because the North Koreans in those camps very carefully observed incoming drafts of prisoners, identified those men among them who were holding things together and who were clearly respected and listened to by the others, not always officers, and isolated those prisoners from the bulk of the camp population.
	The result was not any reduction in the desire of the soldiers to escape from those camps, which were really wretched like all such communist facilities, but they just could never seem to get their act together.
	They kept waiting for someone else to come up with a plan for escape, and then when someone did, they would sit around and talk and talk and talk about it, but never do much of anything involving actual, physical, bodily motion to implement that plan.
	Starting to sound familiar?
	That's what's been done to our entire race, in a manner of speaking.
	We have had anyone who might go first, who might lead, cut off and isolated from us.
	Sometimes by prison and death, as in the case of Edgar Steele and Bill White and David Lane, but also like what has been done to myself and others.
	Cut off from the audience we need to be reaching through the simple vastness and overpowering content of the internet, with a little manipulation from deliberate trolls and other stuff.
	Or just plain short attention span and apathy.
	Hell for generations.
	The white nationalist movement, and I'm convinced to some degree the white population generally, has been waiting for someone else to go first.
	Preferably having obtained a permission slip of some sort, from someone or somewhere.
	One from Trump will do.
	But if white people are to revolt, they must see a finished product.
	They must see something material that at least hints at or implies the presence of money.
	And they must see a herd, a crowd that they can hide in so that the bad men won't see their faces and they can disclaim responsibility.
	There probably must be a leader figure whose face they can see and who will ride up front on the white horse waving his saber around in the air.
	This makes me twitchy because the fearless leaders we've been coming up with since Commander Rockwell died basically ain't so hot, including me.
	My hopes for a collective leadership of the kind that we had during the First American Revolution, an assembly of men of unparalleled talent, ability, and devotion to an ideal, is Probably not going to be realized.
	American white males can still be brave, and they can still be good soldiers and hard workers for the 14 words, but it will be the courage of beta males.
	There's no doubt in my mind, none at all, that if somehow I were able to wave a magic wand and create the world of the brigade or a mighty fortress and conjure the Northwest Volunteer Army, Zach Catfield, Nightshade, and all the rest up from the earth, as so many of you seem to feel that I can do,
	And if the NVA were to start actually dropping black and brown bodies and making things go boom in the night, once we came up with that finished product, we would have more volunteers for the NVA than we could shake a stick at.
	But if and when any such thing ever happens, someone is going to have to go first.
	And, oh, they'll have to survive the first year.
	Survive that first year and we'll eventually win, but that's all another discussion.
	The third reason that we white boys sit and do nothing is yet another character flaw which has been carefully socially engineered into us over the past few generations by the Jews and the mentally ill monsters who rule us.
	It's a deep and consuming narcissism, wholly materialistic and completely lacking in altruism or idealism, which has developed among many of us into an almost...
	Psychopathic inability to empathize with others of our own race, to place the common good above our own pleasures.
	Indeed, virtues that used to be among the most common components of the white racial character have been deliberately degraded and almost eliminated by a hundred years of Jewish brainwashing and bullying.
	We are not only selfish but greedy as little pigs.
	We want it all.
	We want it either free or very cheap, and we want it now, now, now!
	We're raised that way from birth.
	In our youth and middle age, American life promises much to white boys if we will just play by the rules, keep quiet, not rock the boat, and above all, work, work, work to keep the system afloat and more or less functioning for another year.
	It's true that due to the inherent incompetence of attempting to combine socialism with capitalism, entirely too many of us are ending up as underemployed basement dwellers who live online.
	But remember that many more of us do in fact get jobs out in the real world, jobs as engineers and mechanics and repairmen and techno-geeks who keep the rich man's toys running and fix them when they break.
	Cops and soldiers and security guys who make sure that the rich people can enjoy their own vast wealth in safety.
	Genuine administrators who keep the paper flowing through America's hardened arteries, for which we are promised a few cuts off the end in exchange.
	American white boys are promised Aladdin's cave in the way of material goods and personal, sensual, and sexual gratification with women who don't exist outside of an electronic screen.
	A massive cornucopia of wealth and glittering toys.
	Now there's a saying that I used to see hung on those cute little motivational placards that decorate many workplaces.
	Life is a game, and he who dies with the most toys wins.
	There you have the credo of liberal democracy in America and Europe.
	A huge number of white people in this country, probably the majority of them, believe exactly that.
	You have to have lived elsewhere in the world, as I have, fully to appreciate just how incredibly wealthy America is and how high the standard of living is here compared to almost any other place on earth, including most parts of pre-Islamic Europe.
	Of course, the promise of endless wealth and sensual gratification is never fulfilled, and in the age of Obama, hardly at all.
	Which generates years of frustration and baffled rage on the part of white boys who find themselves lumbered with $50,000 in student loan debt and delivering pizzas out of mom's basement in their early 30s, or more like, I just said, who do get jobs, but never get any more ahead.
	Like rats turning a wheel in a cage, they find themselves working 60 hours per week at $12 or $14 an hour doing something that props up the system and keeps the super wealthy liberals and government workers safe and functioning.
	In their 30s, when they should be living in a house and the next generation of white children should be coming along to be raised by a stay-at-home wife, these guys are driving through rush-hour traffic for an hour to get to their shit job and trying to make the rent on some damned cracker box apartment.
	You would think that the healthy reaction to this kind of oppression and denial of our human potential would be some form of opposition and resistance, but no.
	Generally, our response is to cling on to what material goods we have been able to accumulate, like grim death.
	We become insecure pack rats who are afraid that the bad men in the black body armor are going to come and take away our precious stuff.
	Because that's all we have in the world.
	We look around Obama's America, and we see that the only way out is to buy our way out with money.
	And so we hoard it, like the dragon Smaug hoards his gold.
	Uh, you guys do still get Lord of the Rings references, don't you?
	Or is that obsolete now as well?
	Anyway, that is the lesson that we all absorb from childhood.
	Money, money, money, money.
	Stuff, stuff, stuff, stuff.
	There are a few people in the world who are important.
	Family members, maybe a friend or two, and screw the rest of you.
	And when we take that attitude, the Jew smiles.
	His work is well done.
	Obama's America kicks white boys to the ground and pisses on them.
	But we keep on chasing that dream of luxury, of high-tech toys, mindless sex without consequences.
	The television gives us assorted visions of a future that simply isn't realistic for anyone outside the 1%, often tailored to our particular desires.
	For white boys, America promises an endless adolescence free of worry or responsibility, of never-ending frat party keggers and driving around in a van with a hot chick solving mysteries or whatever your particular tailored fantasy is.
	For girls, and I cannot overemphasize that white women have been just as viciously and evilly betrayed by political correctness as men.
	It promises kind of the same thing, only they will always be slim and hot, even if they never were, and they'll have major kung fu and martial arts skills so they can beat up all the men in their lives who pissed them off like Buffy.
	They will be empowered, which means that they'll tell all those men who were so mean to them in high school what to do.
	And they'll all grow up to be Hillary Clinton and adopt lovely little African orphan babies and prove to the world that liberalism works.
	The problem is, of course, that it doesn't.
	Growing up white in liberal democratic America is a recipe for personal, psychological, mental, and emotional catastrophe.
	After several generations, I think all of us know this.
	But all that promised money and adventure and fame and self-esteem is as addictive as any drug, and we keep chasing it.
	I really don't have the time to psychoanalyze everything that is wrong in white boys' heads here.
	There are whole books that have been written about that, and no doubt more will be written in the future, but of all our many weaknesses of character, this one probably stands out the most.
	It's all about me, me, me, me, me.
	Look, I'm sorry to reduce a very complex and serious moral problem to mere money, but isn't that what we're all doing here?
	When I say that most of us, rather than donate $10 a month to the Northwest Front, would rather have the beer, I mean that literally.
	Given the choice of helping to secure the existence of our people and a future for white children, on the one hand, And hearing that lovely little crack and hiss as one pops the top, feeling that frothy hops taste on your tongue and pouring it down your throat.
	Yes, I used to be a drinker many years ago.
	Given that choice, thousands of us, and probably millions of us, really do prefer the beer.
	And we'll not give it up even to build something that might give us a chance to survive and escape this unbearable tyranny.
	Instead, we choose to spend that ten bucks we should be sending to the party every month on alcohol, so that we can kill the pain for a couple of hours and then wake up to the same evil and crapulous world with a hangover.
	What the hell can you do with people like that?
	Okay, do you see what I'm doing here?
	I'm falling back on decades of old right-wing habit, and I'm expending all of my time in endless analysis and rehashing and recapping of the problem without a word about the solution.
	That's one of the two pablums of the traditional white right, the two things that we do instead of actually resisting.
	I'm talking about the endless repeating and rehashing of the problem with only the vaguest hint at the solution that is generally known and accepted, but which cannot be spoken out loud.
	And the second, of course, is that old hearty perennial news commentary.
	The political leadership and the general run of bad actors in this society need to be disincentivized.
	They need to be compelled to stop doing what they're doing.
	They need to be forced to hear and accept the word no.
	This is the crux of this whole ghost dance thing I'm doing here.
	We all know what the solution is.
	For 50 years we have all known.
	What the solution is, and we have lived with the shame of understanding that we ourselves will never have the strength of will or the sheer physical courage necessary to do it.
	No one likes to come to grips with the fact that in the final analysis he's just a useless cowardly piece of shit, too afraid of the roaring bullies with the badges to stand up.
	Be a man and fight for freedom and justice and all that is right.
	Now we see that on TV and on movies all the time.
	In real life, it's almost unknown in white males and it has been for three generations.
	I think that's one reason for all the gooboo and the space madness that has affected our wee little movement all these years.
	Knowing that we simply don't have what it takes and that essentially we're almost all of us a bunch of frauds, plays.
	Hell with our self-esteem and our mental and emotional balance.
	Well, that's what this Ghost Dance series is about.
	I have just expanded the first two parts of this series, largely analyzing and reanalyzing and going over the problem for the umpteen thousandth time in my life.
	Now, I won't apologize because when you're trying to sum up a solution to anything, you kind of really do need to address the problem first.
	But now I'm going to finally get down to it and describe as nearly as I can what's going to have to happen if there is still going to be any people who look like us on Earth 100 years from now.
	Part 3. Don't Feel.
	Think.
	The incoming Donald Trump presidency will be only a historically brief breather.
	At best, a short Indian summer before the long nuclear winter of our extinction.
	And it may not even be that.
	It could be that President Trump will completely betray us from day one in office, or it could be that through no fault of his own, he simply won't be able to restore any kind of order at all, and the whole ball of wax just crumbles into pieces.
	As wonderful as it was to watch the liberals shriek and tear their hair and rend their garments, I have to keep warning you people that even if Trump does turn out to be as advertised, which is doubtful, this is a battle won and not the war.
	The enemy is still intact and on his feet.
	The reptilian creatures who want us all dead are still out there circling like sharks, and already they're planning their return to power, and many of them, government bureaucrats and officials and media swine, never left power at all.
	Like the Indians, we are responding to this imminent threat with our own version of the ghost dance, where we resist the physical invasion of our ancestral homelands in Europe and North America with words But not physical action of any kind, legal or otherwise.
	We are trying to beat off an existential threat by posting pictures of guns and Vikings and historic emblems to the internet as if millions of black and brown bodies can be repelled and returned once they came with pictures.
	And at the rate Twitter is canceling alt-right accounts, we won't be able to do that for long.
	We too are summoning the spirits of our warrior ancestors to do our fighting for us, so that we ourselves will not have to undergo the terror and the fury and the danger of actual combat against armed enemies who want us dead and who might hurt us and interfere with our pleasures in life.
	The fact is, we now live in a land where men are sent to prison for words alone.
	Something that was never supposed to happen in America, but there it is.
	I'm sorry to see the grand old First Amendment go by the board.
	It used to be the jewel in this country's crown.
	Anyway, I'm not trying to incite anybody to commit acts of violence in the sense of Dylann Roof-type spaz attacks.
	No, really, I mean that.
	I've said it before.
	Say it again.
	That kind of thing is stupid and suicidal and pointless because it affects no change at all.
	And it usually generates all kinds of bad PR.
	If you are absolutely determined to destroy yourself, go step in front of a bus.
	I'm tempted to say that I'm not trying to incite anybody to break the law.
	But since what's legal and what's not has now become so hazy and taffy-pulled out of any relationship with reality that law, like everything else, has now entered the entirely subjective and post-factual era and it's all about the narrative, well, there's not much point in my trying that.
	Legal and illegal now is no longer a matter of fact or law or truth.
	It's whatever some political gangster in a black robe says it is.
	I am harmless.
	My ideas are not.
	I'm not threatening anybody.
	I'm threatening everybody.
	I am threatening to change an entire social order and turn it upside down so that the first shall be the last.
	And the last shall be the first, as I believe it says somewhere in the Bible.
	And that's always a dangerous thing to attempt.
	I'll just have to see how that plays out.
	Okay, are we all clear on that?
	Are we ready?
	Let's begin.
	One of the most notable features of white nationalism, the so-called alt-right, whatever the hell you want to call us, is that we are constantly discussing, analyzing, stating, and restating the problem.
	Almost never is any actual solution to the problem ever mentioned.
	And even when it is, it's always in the most vague and tenuous of terms, and often in ways that we already understand perfectly well to be ineffective and absurd, ways that have proven that they don't work.
	Someone once said that the definition of stupidity is doing the same thing over and over again and yet expecting a different result every time.
	Now there you have 75 years of white nationalism encapsulated in a single sentence.
	Often we know that our so-called solutions won't work because they're just more of the same old same old.
	Now one of my favorites is networking, which these days almost always consists of nothing but internet.
	We've all just got to network enough and millions of dark-skinned foreigners will simply disappear from the land and...
	The niggers will go mumbling back to their shacks, and Eisenhower will be back in the White House, and Cindy Lou, the cheerleader, will be back in her bobby socks.
	We can flop down, pick up the remote, and see what's on the tube tonight.
	That's just if we all network enough.
	Or for you younger guys, I suppose it could be some idealized memory of the 70s or 80s or 90s, maybe with MTV and Pac-Man.
	I used to think that white people were just really, really naive, not to mention dumb as a bag of hammers, but we're not.
	I've come to the conclusion that virtually every man and woman who becomes involved with us very quickly understands what we should be doing.
	And when we do understand that, we either turn and flee like a gazelle running from a wolf pack, or else we spend a large part of our political lives in an elaborate tissue of denial.
	Because we don't dare do what we all know we should be doing, and yet we can't bear to simply sit there like lumps and take the blows that Obama's America rains down on our heads.
	And yeah, Trump or no Trump, this is still Obama's America, and it will be for any foreseeable future.
	Any idiot can turn an aquarium into fish soup, but it's damned near impossible to turn the fish soup back into an aquarium, and that's what Donald Trump will be attempting to do, even if he does turn out to be sincere.
	The purpose of these three little ghost dance talks of mine is to try and bring you to the point where you will take that fearless and searching moral inventory of yourselves I spoke about in Part 2, You will make a rational and informed decision to change and you'll do so.
	You will deliberately, as a conscious act of will, alter the very kind of man or woman you are.
	You will transform yourself into someone your great-grandfather would have recognized.
	You will then begin to take direct action in order to bring about change.
	No, that is not a euphemism for violence or insurgent asymmetric warfare against the dictatorship, although that's certainly one form of direct action.
	Now, there are a number of entirely legal ways of taking direct action for change, beginning, of course, with the act of homecoming.
	But all of them involve some degree of inconvenience and personal risk, the inconvenience of changing one's own lifestyle and routine, the risk of financial loss or contraction, or more significantly, the risk that you will, in the course of things, be exposed to the public gaze as being different, as being an outsider, not of the body, to use an old Star Trek term.
	For herd animals like white people have become, this is a terrifying concept.
	It's the first thing you need to grapple with inside your minds.
	You must come to accept that if you are going to do anything effective that will help bring this horror show to an end, eventually others are going to find out about you.
	Granted, there are a few people who really do assist this cause from positions of secrecy and concealment.
	I know some of them.
	The chances are virtually certain that you're not one of them.
	And that for you to be in any way useful and live up to your duty, people will eventually find out who and what you are, and some of them will be bad people who will give you hassle.
	One of our many serious problems is that when the majority of people get into contact with us and try to get involved, their first consideration above anything else is to continue to hide.
	Now, that can be done up to a point, and I myself usually facilitate this as much as possible.
	Because the party is so desperate for help that I have to take whatever I can get on the conditions it's offered.
	And usually those conditions involve allowing and assisting someone to keep on hiding their political and racial deviants from others, spouses, parents, and above all from their employers or whoever gives them money.
	Nor is this fear unrealistic.
	Yes, cutting off a white man's money and taking his stuff is how the dictatorship maintains discipline and the outward conformity and consensus which is so vital to maintaining its power.
	But things have now reached the point where what we require of you involves a good level of likelihood that other people will find out that your mind is not under control and that you're thinking bad thoughts in your head.
	Some of those people will attempt to bully you or intimidate you or do actual harm to you.
	So you let it happen.
	You accept it.
	You are a soldier and the enemy is going to shoot at you.
	Comes with the territory.
	This new man or woman that you're going to transmute yourself into understands that the decision to do something about all this is dangerous and that there is virtually no chance that you're going to emerge unscathed.
	You are going to lose things, maybe some of your stuff, maybe money, maybe friends, maybe a spouse or sex partner, maybe a wife and children, like I did, just so you know that I am not blathering here and I know personally whereof I speak.
	And you accept it, like our forefathers did.
	Some of you will have come across a famous essay entitled The Price They Paid.
	I'll read you a brief excerpt.
	Have you ever wondered what happened to the 56 men who signed the Declaration of Independence?
	What fates befell them for daring to put their names to that document?
	Five signers were captured by the British as traitors and tortured before they died.
	Twelve had their homes ransacked and burned.
	Two lost their sons, serving in the Revolutionary Army.
	Another had two sons captured.
	Nine of the 56 fought and died from wounds or hardships of the Revolutionary War.
	I won't go on and read you the rest of the essay.
	You can find it on the internet, but you get the idea.
	You guys have to get rid of this entitled, white, middle-class idea that it is possible to play without pay.
	That you can enjoy the thrills and the chills and the spills and the excitement of the game and yet never put anything on the table.
	Tan Stoffel, as Robert Heinen wrote.
	There ain't no such thing as a free lunch.
	In order to become a political soldier of the Northwest Republic, you need to rewire your noggin.
	You will need systematically and brutally to suppress some bad things in your mind and your heart that have always been there, installed by the Jews.
	You will have to uninstall them, or in some cases revert to an earlier version of your genetic software, so to speak.
	First off, you need to wrap your mind around something.
	It's not all about you.
	God Almighty, the Jews have turned us white folks into such sickening narcissists.
	They know that the more people obsess and fill their minds and their hearts with their own concerns and desires and doing what's best for them, the less room they will have for what's best for others.
	The kikes have done everything they can to sever the instinctual bond between white people, especially between white men and women.
	And a lot of that consists of spoiling us rotten and convincing us from childhood that the world revolves around us as individuals.
	How there is a finite amount of love of which the human soul is capable.
	And the more love of self...
	The less love of others, a large part of the Jewish social engineering to which we have been subjected for the last few generations, has been aimed at nurturing a profound selfishness and self-absorption that is one of our people's most vile characteristics.
	Yes, even in my generation, back in the time of abundance.
	It wasn't so pronounced as among today's generation Xers and Millennials, and a few like myself, managed to walk through the fire untouched, but the consumer society originated in my time, no question.
	This self-absorption, this self-centered focus on ourselves and our own interest and welfare above all else is probably the prime cause of our inability or unwillingness to get our act together.
	The unwillingness of white people to come to one another's aid in time of crisis is notorious.
	It's legendary.
	How many of you listening to this have ever run into some bad situation involving nigger trouble in some public place?
	Most likely when you were young or in some situation where you couldn't escape, forced personal contact with the primates.
	While the booga-booga, whatever it was, was going down, one memory that sticks with you is the sight.
	Of all the white people, including able-bodied white men, leaving you to your fate against the four or five or eight or ten coons, right?
	Shuffling their feet, sidling away, crossing the street to avoid what's going on.
	Hastily walking or downright running for the exits so as to not get involved.
	If you were lucky, someone might call the police, for all the good that does.
	If, of course, they can do it around the corner where the niggers can't see them.
	You think it's contemptible yellow cowardice, and to some extent, yeah, it is.
	Remember what I said in part two about most of today's white boys never having been in a fight or received a blow growing up and being terrified of being hit, but also it's narcissism that made those white people walk and run away from you when you needed them, and the slightest intervention on their part probably would have put a stop to it simply by evening the odds.
	They wouldn't help you because if they got involved, Not only might they get hit or hurt, but someone might accuse them of wicked, evil racism.
	Someone might try to make them out as different.
	Somebody might come out and take their stuff away, and their stuff and their jobs and their reputation in the herd is more important than yours.
	I deliberately included an episode like that in my novel, A Distant Thunder, because of all the experiences that white boys have in high school and throughout their youth that I've heard down through the years, that or something like it is one of the most common.
	That happened to me, and the shame of seeing my own people disgrace their blood and their heritage by running away from vicious animals the color of diarrhea has never left me to this day.
	The memory of that shame.
	It's one of the things that has kept me going all these years.
	You need to make the decision that you will never walk away from a white boy and even more a white girl in racial trouble.
	You will walk toward the trouble, not run and hide and pretend that you don't see.
	That is the true mark of a man in Obama's America.
	That's the kind of man who will build the Northwest Republic.
	Not just decide, but when the occasion arises, do it.
	You put one foot in front of the other, and you walk toward the trouble.
	That's the test.
	That's the mark of a man.
	Life, the world, events, other people, the great passing human comedy and tragedy, it's not all about you.
	It's not even a little bit about you.
	You are important only as far as what you put into your life, not what you take out of it.
	And in any case, you're just not that important at all, really.
	None of us is.
	There are billions of people on this earth, and your story is just one grain of sand on an endless beach.
	Now, in general, what I just said is true, but in another sense, a moral sense, yes, it is about you.
	Just not in the way that you probably think.
	It's not just about what you do.
	It's about who you are, what kind of man you are.
	Bill White once wrote to me from prison that he was convinced that it is now impossible for us ever to win, but we can and we should do everything that we can to save our own souls.
	That, in his view, is possible.
	In other words, we don't go into the struggle seeking victory or a prize.
	We go into it for the struggle itself.
	I agree with that up to a point.
	Bill is wrong about one thing, though.
	Yes, it is possible for us to win.
	We could win with just a few thousand Class A white boys.
	That's one of the things that really bugs me.
	What we're trying to do is not only possible if we can ever get a relatively small amount of people together organized and disciplined to the point that they will do what they are...
	This society is so far gone that it wouldn't even particularly be a hard thing to do as revolutions go.
	I mean, Jesus Christ, look at what's come out during the last 18 months about how this country is run.
	These people just couldn't take it.
	They'd break.
	Although the whole thing would have to be played just right on our end.
	I figure I got it about right in my novels.
	Start with a thousand class A's, organized and positioned right.
	And with a basic minimum of funding, it would take about five years.
	Maybe if I can get through to enough of you with these ghost dance talks, we can even give it a shot.
	That kind of self-knowledge is not only a good thing, it's essential to doing your racial duty.
	The innate acknowledgement that there's something in the cosmos greater than ourselves, and that it asks nothing of us that is beyond our strength.
	If we call this thing God, then we must obey it.
	If we call this thing duty, then we must fulfill it, because something in us demands it.
	That is, if our souls are not completely diseased and atrophied.
	We enter this cause not because we want to get something out of it, but because we want to put something into it.
	We do not do what we do because we seek some kind of personal gain or advantage either material or in the form of fame or power to satisfy our egos.
	We do this because it is right.
	Now, I kicked around the idea of whether I was going to get into this last part at all because there's a chance some of you may simply think I've gone cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs and a few others might think I'm blaspheming against Jesus or Odin or Yahweh or whoever, which is not my intention.
	Oh, what the hell.
	Anyway, let's live dangerously.
	Now, I've been talking about moral duty here and that's...
	Kind of hard to do without mentioning religion, which I normally never do at all, and which I will do now only in the most brief and tangential of ways.
	Although this isn't something I even consider to be religion, it's just a form of natural science we don't understand yet.
	Look, the primary way in which narcissism and screw you Jack, I've got mine, and refusal to engage in the real world as you find it, have always been justified...
	Among human beings is the standard excuse that, well, it's my life, it's the only one I've got, and so it's my right and my responsibility to myself to live only for myself and accumulate all kinds of money and inject all kinds of booze and drugs into my body and have all kinds of sexual hijinks with women and men and Filipino prostitutes and animals and McCormick Reapers because you only go round once in this world.
	Well, no you don't.
	You actually go around quite a few times.
	Now, I am not trying to preach or convince anybody or found a new religion or anything like that.
	It's just that I happen to know that this is the case.
	I don't believe it.
	I know it, if you follow the difference.
	Through an accident of circumstance long, long ago, I learned that we live multiple lives on Earth, and that's just the way it is.
	And you folks may believe me or not as you choose.
	You want to think that I'm full of it, or I'm playing with the deck of 51, that's fine.
	It doesn't matter what you believe.
	You can not believe in the ocean if you like, but if you fall into it, you're still going to get wet.
	Hey, it's not like we're not all going to find out someday eventually, right?
	Now, as to the finer points of this cycle of repeated existence, whether it is eternal or just long, where it begins and where it ends, the whole karma thing, and to what degree this is a process of nature, and to what degree there is guiding purpose and intelligence behind it, there I see all kinds of room for debate and speculation and research, and sometimes I spend an afternoon or an evening online dabbling in such things, but that's about it.
	I do believe that with some few exceptions, our purpose in this life is to be living and dealing with this life, not concerning ourselves with the next.
	Now, you don't have to believe in any of this, but the fact is that I know and I behave accordingly.
	And so, this is how I see this whole issue we're talking about here, as to why you people all need to put your personal considerations aside and get with the program.
	There is no vengeful God going to punish you for hating nignogs, and yeah, you do get multiple second chances.
	I'm telling you guys this now because it might help some of you to make that decision that you're not going to do all this Obama-American crap and you're going to hit the reset button in your soul and take yourself back a century in the spiritual sense.
	You should have no real difficulty in recovering the mind and the heart and soul of your great-grandfather because...
	You were around back then as well.
	You just don't remember.
	Now, depending on how Zen or New Agey or Harry Potter you are, you don't just come into this world and begin a new life and then bebop through it with no purpose, although God knows millions on millions of people seem to do just that.
	The question is, are they supposed to be doing that?
	And I don't know.
	Anyway, I take the view that, karmically speaking, this life we're in now, this is a work day.
	We are here for a purpose.
	Which is to restore the balance to the cosmos by serving the 14 words, securing the existence of our people and a future for white children, and making sure that the white race, which is such a vital part of the cosmic plan, whatever it is, never becomes extinct.
	Now, most of you have doubtless had lives in the past and will have more in the future wherein you could live for your own personal pleasure and your own personal spiritual growth and all that new age move.
	Kind of karmic weekends that were made for Michelob.
	This life is not one of those.
	Like I said, this is a work day.
	The incarnation cycle is sometimes referred to as a school to which we return lifetime after lifetime in order to learn and grow.
	If that's true, then this life we're in right now is a school day, most likely the cosmic equivalent of an exam day to see if we can rise to the challenge.
	I'm convinced that the Jews are the work of another source of cosmic creation, different from who or what created us and different from who or what created niggers and Asians, and the Jews were put here by that source deliberately to interfere with everybody else's development, do us harm and kill us off if they can.
	Or maybe our Creator put us here so that we could kill them off eventually.
	I have no idea and I'm not worried about it.
	But in this life, this existence, we are supposed to be concentrating on the task at hand, which is to secure the existence of our people and the future for white children.
	To me, those 14 words are not just something that David Lane said in a courtroom.
	They are today's work order.
	They are what I've been assigned here to do this time around, and what a hell of a lot more of you have been assigned to do, but those damned kikes have turned your brain to tapioca pudding with their damned electronic screens, and now you're wandering the earth like zombies.
	I wish the hell you'd all snap out of it and come up here to the northwest and give me a hand.

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