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May 4, 2017 - Radio Free Nortwest - H.A. Covington
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Oh, then tell me, Sean O 'Farrell, tell me why you hurry so.
Hush your vocal, hush and listen, and his cheeks were all aglow.
I bear orders from the captain, get you ready quick and soon, for the pikes must be together by the rising of the moon.
By the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon, for the pikes must be together by the rising of the moon.
Tell me, Sean O 'Farrell, where the gathering is to be.
In the old spot by the river, rifle known to you and me.
One more roar for signal, token, whistle of the marching tune.
Warrior bike upon your shoulder by the rising of the moon.
By the rising of the moon.
By the rising of the moon.
With your eyes upon your shoulder by the rising of the moon.
Out from many a mud-walled cabin eyes were watching through the night.
Many a manly chest was throbbing for the blessed warning light.
The waters passed along the valleys like the man she's lonely crew.
And a thousand blades were flashing at the rising of the moon.
At the rising of the moon, at the rising of the moon.
And a thousand days were crashing out, rising all the moon Greetings from the Northwest Homeland, comrades.
It's May the 4th, 2017.
I'm Harold Covington, and this is Radio Free Northwest.
I know that to many of you, last week's episode of Radio Free Northwest was a bit long and abstruse, not to mention rambling on occasion, so I'll try to tighten this one up.
I'm going to be spending a lot of time this week on housekeeping and inside baseball-type material.
First, you may recall that last week, in my long Stream of Consciousness dissertation, I mentioned that there are certain people among us who really do have a legitimate reason for preserving their true identity as a secret.
These people serve the party in various ways, from places of concealment behind the scenes, because if there were to be so much as a whisper of such a person's connection to me, or the Northwest Front, or with wicked-evil racism in general, then that individual would be toast.
Well, I regret to report that I learned this week of the death of one such man down in Oregon.
I will not give his name here because he was in a position such that if I were to mention it, there might be all kinds of sound and fury and screaming and rending of garments on the part of his family and maybe official investigations as well of any alleged connection with us, given the man's position in society.
I won't play Roddy McCorley for him like I usually do for fallen comrades because his death was not in combat or at the hands of the tyrant's legal system.
And the exact nature of the services he rendered to the 14 words is not something it would be wise for me to broadcast.
You'll just have to take my word for it.
We've lost a comrade and a friend.
But the thing is that, like I said, I only learned of this man's passing just last week, and he had in fact been dead for almost two months by the time I heard.
Someone else who's a friend of ours learned of this guy's demise almost by accident, and in turn he let me know.
That's the way I usually find out when one of us passes on.
Late and almost nothing by way of details.
Contrary to what you may at first assume, this departed comrade of ours was not an old codger like me.
He was in his mid-forties.
Look, it's no secret that people involved with white nationalist groups of any kind tend to be a bit long in the tooth.
There are several reasons for this, but I think the most significant reason is that white males are such slow learners.
We generally don't figure out that we're being screwed by America until we're 42 or 43, and so we start with the movement very, very late.
Yes, I know there are a lot of guys and personalities on the internet and with the alt-right who are younger, but then alt-right isn't really white nationalism, is it?
I mean, what with all the Jews and the bugger boys and the mud sharks, which is something I'll get into later.
Alright, guys, what I'm getting at here is this.
Given the level of isolation and alienation from the world around us that most of us exist under, and the veil of secrecy, which almost all of us have to draw over our party affiliation as far as the muggles around us go, I know that this can be kind of a hard thing to arrange, but I'm going to ask anyway.
Those of you who, out of either inclination or necessity, are living the white lone wolf lifestyle, so to speak, Can you please make some kind of arrangement to have me or someone else in the movement informed if and when you shuffle off this mortal coil?
Just so we can let the others in the NF and the movement as a whole know that you're gone and I can write you up in one of my famous obituaries.
Maybe give your Roddy McCauley if you deserve it.
I can't promise I'll do you guys up as proud as I did Bob Miles' funeral oration.
But at least I'll do as good for you as I did for Bob Lowry, Dan Coplitz, and way too many others.
No kidding, guys.
I get a little bit tired of not hearing that someone we know is dead until months after the event because his asshole heirs are too arrogant and hateful to let us know, or else because he himself was so terrified that his family would find out that his mind was not in control that he never let them know.
I have gotten letters and emails from family members of deceased comrades of ours who were involved for 40 years with one group or another, but the first revelation these people had that dear old dad or Uncle Joe was a racial heretic was when they collected his mail after the funeral and noticed that he was subscribed to the Northwest Observer or Truth at Last or whatever.
Now sometimes I myself notice that someone is not responding to emails or texts or else his emails start bouncing back.
It's a little bit better if that happens with a post office because the post office a lot of times will at least write deceased on the envelope.
Anyway, sometimes I'll notice this sort of thing happening and I'm not able to get a hold of the guy.
Sometimes because he was too frightened and paranoid even to give me a phone number.
And then I have to start Googling and doing other searches and research to try and find his obituary in the local paper or see if he's written up as having been in an automobile accident, try and figure out what's happened to him or some other indication if he's dead or paralyzed or if Scotty has beamed him up to the Enterprise or whatever the hell.
Now, on another very similar topic.
You guys who are on the mailing list and the Northwest Revolution email list, you need to let me hear from you on a regular basis, even if it's only just to say hello and you're doing a nice job, Harold, or how's the weather out there, something of that nature.
If you don't let me hear from you periodically, then after a certain amount of time has gone by and I have no indication that you're still alive, and if you don't respond to inquiries and contact attempts, I will drop you.
The amount of time that this process takes can vary considerably, basically depending on how much patience I have on the day when I first notice that I haven't heard from you for six months.
Look, I get this from a lot of people.
Sometimes, I think maybe the majority of people.
They get in touch with a party, and I know most of you are essentially nothing but looky-loos.
I get that.
What we call ICIs, for idle curiosity inquirers.
Now, this is who we are.
We white boys are basically not very serious people.
We have a bunch of really evil scumbags literally trying to kill us all, and our general reaction is kind of, meh, we can't be bothered.
But I spend entirely too much time, as it is, in maintaining these various lists.
I will not allow them to become cluttered up with the useless names and addresses of hobbyists, because if I did that, then very quickly I would have an email list of thousands and a mailing list to match, almost all of which would be completely non-productive, because the people on those lists would be looky-loos who wandered away some time ago in search of other entertainment.
So...
If you want to keep on getting your racial entertainment from me and the NF, at least drop me an email from time to time and let me know that you haven't been abducted by aliens, okay?
Second housekeeping item.
We now not only have Northwest tricolor lapel pins for sale from the Strange Things guy in Tennessee, but we have Northwest front party pins coming up, and from one of our people in Montana, we have NVA wing emblem vests.
You will be duly notified when they become available.
Our guy in Idaho with the tricolor patches reports pretty much what I expected, frankly.
After all the sound and fury over patches, patches, patches, hurl, hurl, where can I get me a patch like I saw in that darn video?
What's the matter with you?
Why ain't there no patches for sale?
Which I got from more than one source.
And then this one man goes the distance for us, makes the patches, puts them up for sale, and by then everybody's lost interest and wandered away.
Now this comrade went to immense effort and expense and trouble, so let's get him some damned orders.
I will be pestering all of you by email on this.
We have t-shirt availability coming up as well, but we need to get some general idea of how many orders we will get and also sizes, which is important because these will not be drop-shipped.
At least, that's not the plan at the moment.
This is due to the way that our rugs have of suddenly getting pulled out from under us when someone rats us out or somebody at the company reads his memos from the SPLC on Forbidden Racist Symbols.
That's kind of an open secret that us white nationalist types are, how can I put this, we tend towards the portly.
So we will probably need a lot of size XL and XXL, but we need to try and get a read on it.
Please let me know at nwnet at earthlink.net if you would order one or more NFT shirts, and if so, what sizes you will want.
I'm moving right along here.
As many of you know right now, especially those who receive the organizational letter, the party has a very important project in the works.
Now, I will not get into the details, since the details are none of the business, so certain among our listenership.
But suffice it to say that we've reached a point in the NF's development where we have to raise some serious goddamn money.
A genuine sum of working capital.
And nothing else will do.
Gotta be the cash this time.
No way to finesse it.
No way to work around it or tap dance around it or rig up some kind of substitute out of spit and bailing wire like our movement has usually done in the past to make up for our lack of funding.
This time, nothing will do except those rolls of cool, crisp hundred dollar bills for me to riffle under certain people's ears and noses and finally work the magic that you've been wanting me to work for so long.
Yes, Virginia, there is such a thing as Harold's magic beans.
They all have pictures of Benjamin Franklin on them, and you have to give them to Harold before he can make them grow into the big beanstalk into the sky that will finally take us away from this horrible place.
A suggestion has been made, by several of you actually, that we hold some kind of fundraising telethon on RFN.
Well, I'm not completely averse to that idea in principle.
If nothing else, just by way of experiment to see if it would work.
I'm not exactly sure how we would do it, but it is kind of contraindicated by a number of factors.
The first and foremost of these is that in a telethon, you usually have to set a fundraising goal.
50,000 or 100,000 or whatever, and reveal to people as the pledges come in how much money has been pledged, how much has been actually received, so forth and so on.
And with us, that's not really a good idea.
Guys, I know some of you think I'm just being paranoid and narcissistic when I say this, but I'm not kidding about there being certain people who listen to this podcast religiously every week seeking to do us harm.
I see some concrete signs of their presence and their activity on the internet and from other people in real encounters almost every week.
This includes, among other people, a lot of so-called auditors with the FBI, NSA, DHS, NCIS, and no doubt other secret police agencies as well.
These auditors may or may not be actual badge-carrying agents.
Most likely they're civilian analysts of some kind, but they all file reports with their assorted agencies regarding what they hear on here.
And if I were to talk too much about the party's finances and what we were planning on doing with the money we raise, it would get passed on at the food chain and made part of their regular threat assessment.
And yes, we are a threat to them.
I've said this before, but it bears repeating.
I am harmless, and the secret police know this.
My ideas are not, and unless they're as dumb as they sometimes seem, the secret police agencies know that as well.
At some point, the Northwest Front will rise to a sufficient level in their threat assessments so that the deep state will feel compelled to do something about me and you guys as well.
If the Constitution is still in place when that happens, they will probably do it by fabricating some kind of criminal case against me based on informant testimony, perjury, and manufactured forensics.
Or if the Constitution's gone by then, they'll simply arrest and disappear me and probably some of you guys as well.
It simply doesn't make sense to give these reptiles any information about the party or our internal situation that they don't need to know.
They are quite capable of coming to our homes and murdering us if the faceless people who give them their monthly paychecks by direct deposit tell them to do so.
Poking a stick at a feral dog is dumb.
Poking a stick at a cobra is suicidal.
Now moving on down the food chain from the snakes to the wild mangy dogs of our world, this podcast is also monitored by several powerful NGOs, non-governmental organizations, who can be almost as dangerous as the secret police agencies, perhaps more so because they are more inclined to fuck with us directly for fun and to advance their weird private agendas.
The secret police agencies genuinely regard us as a threat, and they will move to protect their employers from that threat because that's their job, but usually it's nothing personal.
On the other hand, the Anti-Defamation League and the Southern Poverty Law Center and all their lesser constellation of wannabes, as well as the various fronts for the Israeli Mossad who operate in this country, they actively hate us for political and ideological reasons.
Again, it is simply not a good idea to let these mutts know our business in any detail.
They can find all sorts of bizarre ways to abuse any inside information they pick up on.
And yes, they are there and they are listening.
Next in the hierarchy of hostiles are media people, including representatives from some of the more prominent left-loon mainstream media like Rachel Maddow, The Guardian, The Stranger here in Seattle, etc., etc.
Some of them have had a bee in their bonnet about the Northwest Front ever since Dylan Roof did his thing.
They show up sometimes in our stat counter.
And so I know for a fact that some of them are keeping up with us.
And on a short news day, anything I say on here could end up as the subject for a fabricated story of no news value at all, but basically letting these people scream I hate you at white people.
Which is the reason for most stories about us.
Since both before and after the November election, I've rejected a number of media contacts who clearly wanted to try and use me to discredit or attack Donald Trump in some way.
And then we move on down the ranks of scum.
Next we get to our internet stalkers of various kinds.
These are the weirdos who try and post very strange comments on the blogs and the comment sections.
These include a guy who is a...
Apparently one of Bill White's former prison guards down in Florida who seems to have developed a homosexual obsession with Bill's body.
And let me tell you, those can get pretty grody.
They include also a very strange wog of some kind living in Vancouver, British Columbia, who has been cyber-obsessed with me for 20 years now.
No, literally, I mean it, since 1997.
His stated objective, since that time, is to drive me to commit suicide by saying nasty things about me on the internet, and yeah, some of his mess can get pretty weird.
Then there's this one guy who uses the name of an old former Klan man in North Carolina who died something like 15 years ago and who would probably be about 90 right now if he was still alive, if memory serves.
I still to this day don't know who this turkey really is or what his beef with me is.
He seems to be simply insane.
Anyway, these kinds of internets are just part and parcel of the online world for just about everybody, but still, we don't really need to be giving these people information.
They're harmless in the real world, but it's the thought that counts, and on the internet, harmless is a slippery and relative term.
It's kind of like that old movie War Game.
It's entirely possible that one day World War III will be started by some 14-year-old kid in his room playing online.
That's just not a good idea for white nationalists of any kind to wear our hearts on our sleeves, so to speak.
Now, all of that being said, if some of you can come up with some method whereby this show could be used for effective fundraising while not giving away the store in the form of proprietary information to all the weirdos in our audience, then I'm all ears.
Okay, for some reason, I'm in an Australian mood this week.
Now, we haven't paid too much attention to the land down under since this show started, but maybe we need to change that.
Like America and Canada, Australia has a strong tradition of Irish immigration, and a lot of Australian music is done by Irish performers.
This is the immortal Ronnie Drew of the Dubliners doing an old Bush ballad.
Great song, but damn, this is depressing.
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For nearly sixty years I've been a cocky Of droughts and fires and floods I've lived through plenty This country's dust and mud Have seen my tears and blood But it's nearly over now And now I'm easy.
I married a fine girl when I was twenty.
She died in giving birth when she was thirty.
No flying doctor then, just a gentle old black gen. But it's nearly over now and now I'm easy.
She left me with two sons and a daughter and a bone-dry farm whose soil dried out for water.
Oh, my care was rough and ready
They grow up fine and steady But it's nearly over now And I know I'm easy Me daughter married young And went her own way Me son's life But
it's nearer Us
city folks these days despise the cocky.
Saying with subsidies and dole we've had it easy.
But there's no drought or starving stock on the third suburban block.
But it's nearly over now, and now I'm easy.
For nearly sixty years I've been a copy.
Of droughts and fires and floods I've lived through plenty.
This country's dust and mud have seen my tears and blood.
But it's nearly over now, and now I'm easy.
But it's nearly over now, and now I'm easy.
I'm easy.
Abe's Brpo Yeah Barbara Brpo Good evening, comrades.
Tonight I'm going to be discussing Dr. Western Price, a book on nutrition and physical degeneration.
Dr. Price was a dentist, and by the early 1930s, he'd become very interested in the question of nutrition.
As it might relate to the problem of dental crowding and also cavities.
Now, the first part of this book is a travelogue, as this dentist visited isolated communities.
And so these are essentially communities of either subsistence farmers, fishing villages, maybe subsistence cattle culture in the case of the Maasai.
All of these people had very basic lifestyles, and in some cases they were even still hunter-gatherers.
They would eat whatever was available.
Their foods were very much unprocessed or minimally processed, and of course they were always at the mercy of seasons and environment.
Dr. Price, as a dentist, was very much, of course, interested in teeth, and he wanted to look at the alignment.
The dental arch and whether or not the person had any cavities.
When Dr. Price would look at a native mouth of a native who would eat unprocessed foods, they tended to have very few, if any, cavities.
And also, too, the formation of their jaw was very much rounded.
Also, they tended to have wide nostrils, very much a round face overall.
Most of the people tended to be short and sturdy, and especially, in particular, the women had wide hips, which would be, I think, true anyway.
But at any rate, Dr. Price is very happy when he sees these very sturdy natives because, really, they function very well.
I mean, their teeth aren't crooked and they reproduce easily.
But when Dr. Price examines natives, even natives who were alleged Now, other observers might have attributed this to racial or subracial mixing in cases where the isolation had been broken, or they might attribute it to other possibly hereditary issues.
I know that...
For example, in the dog show ring, any bite or alignment problems or crooked teeth are assumed to be heredity.
But Price believed that dental crowding and bite issues, as well as even a tendency to tooth decay, were due in one way or another to over-processed flour and refined sugars.
Now, Price even maintains this when he reports of a known half-breed Eskimo who resembled her white father.
So, Price believes that malnutrition is making these natives more Prone to not only various malformities of the jaw, but also such things as TB, smallpox, and measles.
And also their gums tend to be less healthy when they eat the over-processed diet.
In most races, malnutrition leads to an overall lengthening of the jaw, a more narrow dental arch.
For pinched nostrils and also even an overall taller stature.
But in the Negro, this lack of facial development would lead to prognostication of the jaw.
Dr. Price is concerned that morphological changes may also produce a warped mind.
Price tells the story of a Down syndrome patient who had facial surgery, and initial success was reported, and then there was regression of behavior and intelligence.
Now, this is an interesting story, although Downs, of course, is a chromosome disorder.
It's not just cosmetic.
In all of this, I have to ask, Is it really new for modern humans to have crooked teeth and dental arch issues?
I was doing a little research on this, and apparently this could happen in a few cases even before agriculture, although it became more prominent about 10,000 years ago when there did start to be agriculture.
Dr. Price's theory is that if adults are eating over-processed food and they then produce children, because they were malnourished, their children end up being deformed.
So that's essentially his theory.
Another theory is that when there started to be agriculture, there was more collection of people in certain, I guess you could say, population centers or towns, and this encouraged more subracial mixing, and sometimes there were incompatibilities between the teeth and the jaw.
But certainly Price's theories and observations are unique.
Again, was Price really correct in this theory, or did his observations just confirm various ideas that he already had?
Now, there is some criticism of Dr. Price that when he went to these native populations, that his assessments of them were rather superficial.
And sometimes when they had their traditional diets, if those traditional diets...
We're not giving them enough nutrition.
Sometimes when people have malnutrition, they actually have fewer cavities, I was reading.
So his ideas...
Could be seen as that he had a theory and he was just sort of seeing what he sort of wanted to see.
And I say that because his conclusions and observations seem to be so much the same no matter where he goes that it almost seems too perfect.
If you feel attracted to Price because you believe him to be some sort of a racial thinker, you need to go back and reread his book.
Because if you can look beyond the arcane language, Dr. Price scarcely believes in race, if at all.
Now, if on the other hand, you're looking for a grim utopia where animal organs are harvested to obtain much-needed vitamins, then do not be discouraged because Dr. Price Like any other normal person, I support good nutrition, but it's a subject that I've somewhat avoided on this show because everyone has an opinion, which is often passionate, and it's very easy to get sucked into a never-ending debate.
Now, this show is one that really deals with geopolitics, and moreover, discussing price is rather odd.
Not just because we're a political show, but if you read Price thoughtfully, he seems to worship a physical type that could be termed somewhat alpine-y or even Asian-ish.
He's very enamored of a round face, very large nostrils in order to prevent mouth breathing, and maybe even stocky, short, and heavy-hipped individuals.
It seems that he found individuals, even in Switzerland and Ireland, which fit his theory of natives with healthy teeth.
But when I look at this ideal that he has, I wonder what of the Greek ideal expressed in all those classical Greek statues, or what of the sculptures of Arno Becker with regard to this sort of I'm not overly concerned with this,
as I'm not convinced that morphology is entirely nutritional or habit- Indeed, I've come to learn not to be overly reductionist about anything, not even heredity anymore.
All native societies do tend to be youth-oriented, and most people in these societies do tend to die by middle age.
Now, in these kinds of societies, many babies tend to be born.
They have to replace themselves.
If a native should be on a high-fat diet, They don't really live long enough to suffer from heart disease, cancer, or diabetes.
And also, too, remember that these populations are heavily acted upon by natural selection.
Of course, natural selection wants you to live to a reproductive age and perhaps a few years beyond if you're young or going to need care.
But beyond that, you really don't need to stick around.
Now, granted, these natives may have plant, clay, or supplement treatments for some common ailments.
Also, too, Dr. Price advocated dairy, fish, oats, and whole grains, vegetables, limited fruits, and some organ meats, as Dr. Price realized that native peoples would use organ meats for additional vitamins.
Now, today, some Westerners use Price's ideas in order to consume diets high in fat, particularly due to Price's concepts about fat-soluble vitamins.
While tribal people lived in scarcity, modern people often have the problem of too much food.
Price was also rightly concerned about soil nutrients and urged the use of phosphate potassium as a soil fertilizer.
Also, too, I personally find that composting is a very good idea, and indeed it is a fine way to recycle any unused leftovers.
It's a wonderful thing for houseplants, I must say, once you get this enriched soil.
Now, Price certainly also would not be the first white person to fall in love with an idealized view of the primitive native.
And that's another thing that might have colored some of these observations in certain respects.
So, you know, to look at this, I think, as an interesting theory.
Whether I would base...
My lifestyle on it.
Honestly, I'm concerned about basing nutritional choices entirely on a study that was done back in 1931 based on some ideas about nutrition, which are certainly not all wrong, but which are, I think, a little oversimplistic.
So that's my honest opinion.
I'm sure there are some people that will disagree with that.
And that's fine.
Again, this really is not a nutritional show.
So I thank you very much for listening and I'm sure that Dr. Price was a very good man.
I'm sure that he wanted to be helpful.
And again, some of his ideas are fine.
I'm all for eating a relatively unprocessed diet.
For the most part, and certainly soil fertilizers are very good also.
And so have a good evening.
Thank you for listening and hail victory comrades.
Thank you.
I'm Westbound down, 18 wheels are rolling.
We're gonna do what they say can't be done.
We've got a long way to go, and it's short time to get there.
I'm Westbound just like a bandit run.
If you put hard on the belt, the sun will remind them brakes.
Let it all hang out'cause we gotta run the bass Now we burn to the boys *Burps* Greetings, comrade.
Coming at you from Missouri.
It's May 1st, and here the last few days, and we had to punt and repower load to go and get the delivered on time there in the Portland area.
Now I'm on my way back east over to Tennessee.
Anyways, for your migration and scouting trips, yes, there is a very good reason why Mr. Covington asks you to wait till, like, say, June, July, August.
September to do your scouting and migration trips.
Well, over there, going across the Blue Mountains in between Head and Westbound, between La Grande, Oregon and Pendleton, Oregon, on Thursday morning, I hit snow.
Not a whole lot, but it was snowing.
The road was white.
The plows were out.
And then coming back across Wyoming yesterday, yeah, we had...
I didn't hit snow coming down, but it had snowed.
And we're talking like 7,000, 8,000, 9,000 feet of elevation and stuff going across Wyoming.
Yeah, the temperatures were in the upper 20s.
So, yeah, it was just a typical windy Wyoming day.
And yesterday afternoon, Mrs. Trucker was driving across Nebraska, and she hit good, thick, wet, slushy snow that was coming down over there by North Platte.
So she saw an orange truck, decided having problems and lose it.
And plus she also had a few police officers go zipping past her.
So she decided, oh, the heck with this noise.
Her fun meter was pegged for the day.
She pulled into a rest area, and I took over this morning.
Fortunately, we had enough time on this load.
But, yeah, you really need to go and plan your scouting trips for after the, unless you're really adventuresome, after the white stuff gets done flying around.
Of course, when you're talking about Colorado and Wyoming, you know, they could get, still get snowing, like, depending on the elevation and stuff.
In May and June.
And as early as I-80 shut down in Wyoming as early as mid-September in years past.
So, yes, you really need to plan your scouting trips and your migration in a timely fashion.
So keep an eye on the weather, please.
Yeah, it can get ugly at times out there.
Also, now with the, however you want to pronounce it, anti-fa or anti-whatever, damn little terrorists, we've got some city councilwoman over there in Seattle that is sticking the hot poker in and stirring the pot up, and she's wanting to shut down roads and airports and basically create all kinds of havoc, all this May Day commie crap.
It's amazing that these groups can go and get so well organized, but you people can't get off your asses and get out here and do our own organization.
It's just beyond me.
So, please.
The first thing to do with your organizing is start kicking a few shekels Mr. Covington's way, because without money, not much else happens.
You don't have to throw a whole paycheck out his way.
Just set an amount, and when payday rolls around, make sure that's the first thing that comes out, and then deal with the rest of your bills that way.
I mean, granted, most of my bills are already paid off.
The only thing we've got coming out now is a window payment from some windows we had put in last year.
But you really need to get your finances in a row and get money coming out this way.
Maybe we can actually get this thing going and have a country of our own rather than having to go and put up with this crap that we are nowadays.
So, please, get it together.
Get some money coming out this way.
This way and get your scouting trip and your migration done.
There's plenty of areas out here that you can go and Plant your tent stakes at.
I'm in the Puget Sound area as well as quite a few of our other comrades.
But if you want to live in the mountainous areas, I mean, we've got some just east of Seattle.
You've got the ones over there in Idaho and Montana.
If you want to live in the more drier section, you've got eastern Washington.
It gets cooler, but it's...
Definitely hotter and drier in the summertime.
But anyway, so do your homework.
Do your research.
It's not like it used to be way back when.
You have the internet.
You have your keyboard, obviously.
If you're listening to podcasts, you know how to at least do that much of a computer and quick Google search of different areas and stuff.
You should be able to go and settle on an area that you like, or come out and check a few of them out.
There's a lot of nice areas out here.
In the Post Falls, Quarter Delane area there in Upper Idaho, they're in the panhandle right off the interstate.
I've seen a bunch of new housing going up in that neck of the woods.
See, if you want to be in the farming area, we've got some out in western Washington, but I've got quite a bit over there in eastern Washington, Idaho, Montana, all across Montana, but we're only claiming about the I-15 corridor for the homeland.
But, you know, if you're into fishing, well, there's a lot of rivers out here.
There's a lot of lakes out here.
If you're into hunting, oh man, they're everywhere.
I keep having them running out in front of my truck.
I've hit quite a few Montana deer, haven't bagged any in Washington yet, and got at least one down there in Oregon.
So, anyway.
Alright, well, this is the trucker signing off from another segments on the road.
Have a good one, comrades, and hope to see you out here making your scouting trips and your migration to the homeland soon.
Have a good one.
Drive safely.
Drive safely.
We're going to do what they say can be done.
We've got a long way to go, and a short time to get there.
I'm just a bunch of bandit runs.
I'm just a bunch of bandit runs.
Thank you.
This is your classic Australian bushranger song.
It's called The Wild Colonial Boy, and this is The Irish Rovers.
There was a wild colonial boy, Jack Gooden, who was his name.
He was born and reared in Ireland, in a place called Castlemaine.
He was his father's only son, his mother's pride and joy.
And here he did his parents love, the wild and colonial boy.
At the early age of sixteen years, he left his native home.
And to Australia's sunny shores, he was inclined to roam.
He robbed the rich, he helped the poor, he shot James McAfee.
The Wild Colonial Boy The Wild Colonial Boy And will ride across the plains.
The Wild Colonial Boy As Jackie rode along, while listening to the mockingbirds, Singing a cheerful song.
The Wild Colonial Boy The Wild Colonial Boy The Wild Colonial Boy The Wild
Colonial Boy The Wild Wild Colonial Boy The Wild Colonial Boy We'll roam the mountains and the glitz.
The Wild Colonial Boy The Wild Colonial Boy The Wild Colonial Boy The Wild Colonial Boy The
Wild Colonial Boy And that was how they captured him.
And that was how they captured him.
The Wild Colonial Boy We'll roam the mountains and the glitz.
And we'll ride across the plains.
We scorn to live in slavery.
Found down by the iron chains.
Okay, I have two approaches here to what is essentially, I think, the same topic.
First, this is an email that I received last week from a guy named Todd, and I forget where he's from.
Dear HAC, I've been listening to your podcasts and following you on Twitter for a month or two now.
Thanks for all you do.
I'm becoming a bit more active, but I'm also dealing with some family issues.
It sounds like...
You possibly had marital trouble because of your activism.
I'm married and I have a great son.
My wife, however, is causing me a number of issues, including on the political front.
I'd love to hear what you went through and the best strategies to deal with this problem.
I would almost certainly start the process of moving to the homeland if my wife were on board.
Once the tech business I'm involved in got to the point where I could work remotely, I'm confident that will happen.
If the best happens and the business really takes off, I'd even be more useful to the homeland in terms of resources.
However, it's very possible that unless I can bring my wife around, I'd have to, well, split up.
That may happen anyway, to be honest.
I'm dealing with some complex issues anyway.
I'm sure you're busy, but if you do have the inclination, would like to talk or chat via whatever meeting you like.
Normally, I don't talk in detail about my personal experiences, nor will I do so now, but I know that this is a very common problem among our people, and believe it or not, it's not always the man who is the white nationalist and the wife who's the grasping selfish materialist or the trembling coward or the vicious liberal.
There have been cases where it's the other way around, when it's the woman who's one of us and the husband who's not.
The second thing that inclines me to discuss this in a very general way is the other day I was talking with Don and I mentioned something about my first wife and all the problems she caused in Rhodesia and elsewhere.
And Don asked me point blank what her problem was.
And I replied, well, she was crazy.
And then I realized that wasn't precisely it.
That a better way to put it would be that she was dysfunctional in a very American way.
Perhaps an even better way to define this phenomenon is that a lot of Americans, especially women, suffer from an inability to cope with life's ups and downs, often expressed as all the bullshit.
And I think we all know what all the bullshit is, right?
That definition will be different for every individual white man or woman, but yeah, we know what all the bullshit's about, if you get my meaning.
I'm going to talk briefly about this because it's a phenomenon that's very common in this society and one which I think almost all of you will have encountered at one time or another in your lives.
Let's call it fragility or, more recently, the snowflake syndrome.
Oh, where to begin, where to begin, where to begin?
If there's one word that describes white Americans from the baby boom generation on down to the millennials, it's entitled.
We are raised to consider ourselves Absolutely entitled by right of birth to the best of everything.
When we want it.
How we want it.
Either free or very cheap.
All in perfect working order.
Pre-assembled and user-friendly.
We deserve it.
It's ours.
And above all, we want it now, now, now.
Instant gratification is our birthright as Americans.
The very idea of having to wait for anything, having to work and plan for anything, is anathema to Americans.
Leaving all the racial politics aside for the moment.
White women are especially bad about this, in large measure, I think, because for the past generation especially, they've been watching way too much television.
Everything from Oprah to Buffy the Vampire Slayer to badass female cop shows.
Television that has taught them some very bad, very wrong, and terribly cruel, false and destructive ideas about themselves and life in general.
I'm running longer than I thought here tonight, so we're just dipping our toes into a really massive subject that one day anthropologists and social historians in the Northwest Republic will write many big, thick books about, but Cliff Notes version.
The first lesson that American women have learned from the electronic Jew is that in any relationship, the woman must be the dominant partner.
Basically, it's all about her.
Always.
Secondly, women, all women, are born entitled to this wonderful, perfect, and fulfilling life that they see on the television screen.
They can and should have it all.
The third lesson of the electronic Jew is that men, all men, are engaged in a vast male conspiracy to do women down and keep them barefoot and pregnant and chained to the kitchen stove.
Sorry, guys.
They know.
Damn, who told them?
Fourth, the man in any woman's life, be it husband or boyfriend or live-in cohabitee or whoever, is part of that conspiracy and is specifically attempting to keep her as an individual down, to make her unhappy and keep from her all of the good things in life.
The answer to virtually all of her life's problems is to break up with her male husband or lover or boyfriend, whatever, and become a lesbian.
Or at least start getting it on with a nigger or a wog who has a much bigger penis than her lame white boy.
No kidding, guys.
That is modern feminism in a nutshell, and that's what you're up against.
To at least some degree, all of that cack is in your lady's mind somewhere, because a generation of television put it there.
The level to which each individual woman is infected is different, but it's there somewhere.
So, Harold, you ask, how do I beat it and make it to the homeland with my marriage and my family intact?
How the hell should I know?
I didn't make it.
Three times.
Guys, look.
This is one area which I have no intention of ever advising you on.
For one thing, just as I mentioned, you're asking the wrong man.
For another thing, if and when you do blow it, it almost certainly will be no fault of your own and most likely no fault of mine.
But you will blame me for it.
So I'm going to pass on this one.
Good luck!
Well, our time is up for this week's edition of Radio Free Northwest.
This program is brought to you by the Northwest Front, Post Office Box 2188, Bremerton, Washington, 98310.
Or you can go to the party's website at www.northwestfront.org.
This is Harold Covington, and I'll see you next week.
Until then, Sasha Underban.
Freedom.
In Australia, they have these small dogs that they call Blue Healers, and what they are is sheep herding dogs.
They don't look like really anything special, just sort of little mutt-looking kind of things.
They do have a sort of a bluish tinge to their fur, hence the name Blue Healers.
But they've been bred for generations to be sheep-herding dogs to the point where it seems to be actually in their blood.
It seems to be something genetic with them that somehow or other the Australian stockman brought out and cultivated.
I had a friend of mine in Texas who actually owned a Blue Healer, and he and his wife also had about three cats.
And one of the funniest things I have ever seen in my life is that Blue Healer dog trying to herd those cats because it's like it's instinctive with them.
Anytime they see another group of animals, they try to herd them.
And of course, the cats weren't having any of it, and it was just hysterical.
Anyway, this song is by an Australian rockabilly type named James Blundell.
It's called The Old Blue Healer, but it's not about the dog.
It's about a pub called the Blue Healer, and if you know anything at all about Australia, you know that the pub is even more central to their culture than it is almost in Europe.
Anyway, this is a pretty good tune.
Hope you like it.
And we'll sign off with this tonight.
Out in the bar of old Blue Heeler Pictures look back in time Back to the sun and face to the wind Plains roll away every
side Looking back She was a jack on the edge of a northern dirt road Drove us and mobs and road trains And all the part of the trade that she's known Her knees on the diamond tree There's a time for the old Blue Heeler She's still proud While I'm all just gone and
gone A hundred years and every boy Seasoned memory can't be stored She could talk She could recall How they live, love, and die When Rudy has gone by Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
He's known every man who's hardened his hands, making this country his home.
Most people know that it's just a stone's throw to where Patterson wrote down his lines.
That it's his billy boy, throw to pin oil, push folk down through the times.
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