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Oh, then tell me, Sean O 'Farrell, tell me why you hurry so.
Push your vocal, push and listen, and his cheeks were all aglow.
I bear orders from the captain, get you ready quick and soon, for the pikes must be together by the rising of the moon.
By the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon, for the pikes must be together by the rising of the moon.
Oh, then tell me, Sean O 'Farrell, where the gathering is to be.
In the old spot by the river, rifle known to you and to me.
Run for a roar for signal, token whistle, out the marching tune.
For your bike upon your shoulder by the rising of the moon.
By the rising of the moon.
By the rising of the moon.
With your bike upon your Greetings
from the Northwest Homeland, comrades.
It's June the 1st, 2017.
I'm Harold Covington, and this is Radio Free Northwest.
You know what I haven't had on here for a while?
An installment of Qui Custodiate Ipsos Custodes, or Who Guards the Guardians, which is an occasional feature we run here on Radio Free Northwest, detailing the wild and crazy exploits of our nation's beloved secret policemen.
Those guys and gals who make sure that we don't think any bad thoughts or do anything disrespectful that might inconvenience or annoy people with wealth and power.
You know, the ones who drop those generous direct deposits into their bank accounts every two weeks.
By the way, speaking of those direct deposits, did you know that while the starting salary for an FBI agent is only $38,500 per year, which doesn't sound like much, with five or more years of experience and with cost of living scales, depending on where the agent is assigned, plus all kinds of special allowances and bonuses and perks, the salary for one of our friends in the silk suits can go as high as $123,000.
per year.
Oh, and they also have what is listed as a quote-unquote profit sharing scheme.
I don't know what that would be.
Anyway, it can bring in as much as $1,740 per year.
I don't know what that's about, and I suspect I don't want to know.
There's a man who leads a life of danger.
Everyone he meets, he stays a stranger.
Read every move he makes Another chance he takes Odds are he won't live to see tomorrow Secret Asian Man Secret Asian Man They're giving you a number And taking weight Okay,
Martin from Oregon writes, Dear HAC, I'm certain I don't need to remind you how the whole Feeb and former undercover system works.
You've done a really good job explaining the whole thing on RFN repeatedly, but this is the first instance I've seen of them provably assisting in an actual attack instead of busting Apu immediately after getting him to admit his intent to strap on a bomb vest.
If the local cops hadn't been able to kill them before they got inside, it would have been a real horror show and the Feeb would have gotten away in the chaos with none the wiser.
It's mostly been forgotten because the two terrorists were killed by local cops before they managed to murder anyone.
What Martin is referring to is the first terrorist attack in the United States which was officially claimed by ISIS, which took place in Garland, Texas, which is a suburb of Dallas on May 3, 2015.
The attack was on the auditorium where a Jewess named Pam Geller was running an anti-Muslim propaganda show displaying stuff like cartoons of Mohammed, that kind of thing.
Basically getting in Muslims' faces and deliberately trying to provoke a fight like Jews do.
And she got one.
The attack was carried out with small arms by three men, two American niggers and one Pakistani white half-breed who was born in America.
There were two actual shooters who were killed by local cops before they could in turn kill anyone else.
The third Monkoid was later arrested and convicted for assisting them financially, so forth and so on.
Now, my source for information on this is not some weird website run by some middle-aged fat guy in a basement with 20 cats.
This is from the CBS 60 Minutes show, which back in the days before fake news and before the media abandoned all pretense of actual journalism and became stenographers for George Soros, was considered to be one of the most reliable news shows in the world.
The head honcho on the show nowadays is a guy called Anderson Cooper, and I was able to find a written transcript of the show.
I won't sit here and just read the script, but basically the story goes like this.
It looks like one of the niggers involved was either an outright undercover informer himself, or else he was one of those dumbasses that the Bureau selects to manipulate and finesse into committing crimes so they can arrest him and as many of his friends as they can scoop up on charges of engaging in some grand conspiracy that the FBI themselves actually instigated so that they could get little gold stars on their foreheads and career bumps from the bureaucrats in the J. Edgar building.
The guys who get caught up in this kind of sting are, shall we say, not the sharpest knives in the drawer.
Many of them are now doing prison sentences of hundreds of years as a result of being entrapped and framed on fabricated evidence, altered forensics, and perjured testimony by agents of the Federal Bureau of Investigation.
Happens all the time.
So often that it's now acknowledged even by the major media as witness the fact that it was reported on in this case.
Usually these bogus entrapment stings involve some kind of fake bomb.
A suicide vest made of road flares or alleged plastic explosive, which is really Play-Doh, that kind of thing.
This case seems to have gotten out of hand, though.
The next day, as the police picked through the crime scene, the evidence showed that if the Texas cops hadn't been so quick on the draw, there would have been a genuine massacre.
The niggers brought six guns, hundreds of rounds of ammunition, bulletproof and tactical vests, and Xeroxed copies of the black flag of ISIS.
They were identified as 31-year-old Elton Simpson and 34-year-old Nadir Sufi, the Pakistani half-breed I mentioned earlier.
Wogfather, white slut mother.
Just before the attack, they were sending out tweets pledging allegiance to ISIS.
But the monkoid Elton Simpson was already well known to the FBI.
The Phoenix FBI had hired an informant, a Sudanese refugee named Dabla Deng, to check Simpson out.
This African kafir approached Simpson in the mosque, pretended to befriend him while recording his conversations, etc., kind of like a Black Larry Fairfax.
But this was more than just a typical intelligence investigation.
This Sudanese Nignog spent three years pretending to be Simpson's friend and was paid a total of $132,000 by the FBI.
He taped more than 1,500 hours of their conversations.
Now, the overall expense of this up close in personal surveillance is difficult to quantify, but it has to be well into the millions of dollars.
The informer finally recorded my nigga Elton talking, just talking, mind you, about traveling overseas to wage jihad.
So far as we know, no actual travel arrangements were made, no airline tickets purchased, nothing like that.
The Bureau hauled Simpson in, and he lied to the FBI about it, which is a federal offense.
But instead of locking him up and taking their little gold star on their foreheads from the J. Edgar building then and there, The agency arranged for Simpson to get three years probation.
Now, this is a guy who the nation's top, er, law enforcement organization allegedly considered to be a threat so serious that they expended three years, an immense amount of taxpayer money, and a huge number of man hours to keep track of him.
Just to put him on probation?
Come on now.
At this point, the story gets a bit murky.
Simpson moved into an apartment with this Nadar Sufi guy, who, because of his Pakistani origin, may have been the actual target for setting up the big attack.
Judging from the 60 Minutes coverage, the FBI had decided that it was time to introduce an ISIS threat to Americans, and they were already busy assembling a so-called ISIS terror network.
Complete with all those flowcharts and mafia-like organizational tables with the mugshots that they love so much.
En passant, I laughed my full head off at the chart that they assembled for the Fort Smith Sedition Trial in 1988.
Their so-called organizational chart had men acting as bosses and lieutenants and propaganda ministers and whatnot who, in real life, you couldn't get to sit in the same room and speak civilly to one another.
Not to mention a couple of Choctaw Indians as part of this big white supremacist conspiracy.
But I digress.
Anyway, in the aftermath of the attack, since both of the two shooters were dead, the Bureau arrested one Abdul Karim Poetsas, who is a black Muslim from Philadelphia.
They charged him with being involved and got him 30 years, but this nigger actually had a halfway conscientious lawyer who did some real digging on his behalf.
And this lawyer uncovered evidence of direct FBI involvement in the actual attack on the community center.
This lawyer, whose name is Dan Maynard, found out that there was an as-yet-unnamed fourth man, this time a badge-carrying undercover federal agent, who was riding Elton Simpson close and texting him messages telling him to quote-unquote tear up Texas, and referring him to the Charlie Hebdo massacre in Paris as an example.
After almost two years of legal filing and motions and maneuvering and whatnot, Maynard was able to get 60 pages of declassified encrypted messages between the agent and Elton Simpson.
But it turns out that the undercover agent did more than just communicate online with Elton Simpson.
In an affidavit filed in another case, the government disclosed that the FBI agent had actually traveled to Garland, Texas and was present at the event.
Of course, under normal rules of legal procedure, all of this should have been turned over to the defense at the time of trial, but picky, picky, picky.
Again, as an aside, I can't help but wonder what might have happened if Bill White had been allowed an actual defense attorney who would work for him instead of the government, instead of a public defender, which is not the same thing.
Anyway.
In November of 2016, the persistent Mr. Maynard finally managed to force the dictator's servants in the United States Attorney's Office to hand over another batch of documents, revealing that this badge-carrying undercover FBI agent was in a car directly behind Elton Simpson and Nadir Sufi when they started shooting.
A cell phone photo of security guard Bruce Joyner and Garland police officer Greg Stevens, which was shown on the 60 Minutes program, was in fact taken by the undercover agent seconds before the attack.
So here are these two Monkoids pulling up to this building in order to attack it and start shooting people, and there's an FBI agent in a car behind him who is photographing the whole event, presumably for posterity.
But there's more.
Those Texas police officers in Garland were really on the ball that day.
This badge-carrying undercover FBI agent was arrested at gunpoint, fleeing the scene after the shooting started.
60 Minutes was able to obtain a photograph of this man in handcuffs, although they blanked out his face.
The FBI agent was quietly released at the back door of the police station later that day, and he has since disappeared.
Probably into the same black hole as Vicki Weaver's murderer, Special Agent Lon Horiuchi.
Needless to say, none of this was allowed to come out of the Kareem trial.
Kareem is now rotting away in a federal penitentiary.
Okay, he's probably nobody society can't do without.
But still, if the powers that be wanted to get rid of him, they should just have had the local police in Philly gun his black ass down, not go to all this time and expense and effort to frame him on bogus terrorism charges.
Obviously, somebody in the Federal Bureau of Investigation wanted that attack on the Garland Community Center to take place as part of some bizarre larger hidden agenda about which we can only speculate.
Those dumbass, manipulated niggers brought enough guns and ammo to do tremendous damage.
If it hadn't been for those Texas cops, it's possible that the Garland assault would have been a massacre on the scale of Orlando or Manchester.
God, this brings back memories.
Greensboro, 1979, when the whole incident was set up by three federal undercovers, one in the Klan, one in the NSPA, and one in the Communist Workers' Party.
The Shelby homosexual bookstore killings in 1987, which were almost certainly carried out by Glenn Miller and a shadowy individual who was either a very top-level informer or a badge-carrying agent.
We never quite did figure that out.
This was done in order to put an end to a buggery and blackmail scam being run out of the store, which compromised, among others, a very prominent North Carolina U.S. attorney.
Then there was the appalling Edgar Steele case.
There was the murder of Lavoie Finnegan.
And these are just some of the things that I have personal knowledge of.
This is nothing new.
The FBI fabricates bogus evidence, alters forensics, suborns perjury, and murders American citizens all the time, and it began long before 9-11.
60 Minutes was actually so rude as to ask the FBI about all this.
The FBI sent them an email.
It reads, and I quote, Of course there wasn't.
Secret Asian Man Secret Asian Man They've given you a number All they've taken away Secret Asian Man
You know, this song has always put me in mind of FBI skullduggery.
When I was doing my mixtape writing The Brigade, this was kind of Kiki McGee's theme song.
This is Madonna.
If I ran away, I'd never have the strength to go very far.
How will they hear the beating of my heart?
Will it grow cold, the secret that I hide?
Will I grow?
How will they hear?
When will they learn?
How will they grow?
The truth is never far behind.
You kept it here and well.
If I live to tell a secret, I knew that we'll arrive.
I never have the chance again.
All Good evening, comrades.
Tonight I'm going to be discussing Nobilitas by Alexander Jacob, and this is an overview of elitist philosophy.
This kind of philosophy can be traced back as far as Plato, and it has to do with the notion of the intellect over the passions.
To Plato, the rule of a monarch or a philosophical statesman were viewed as ideal.
But maintaining an aristocratic class would require a life of leisure.
Now this concept of a leisure class carried through Rome.
At that point, the elitist elements took over the church.
Now, it's true that during the Middle Ages, guild members rose in stature.
And really, many historians will say that this is where we get the whole concept of social mobility and the notion of a middle class.
But this overview deals with variations in philosophy that speak of a need for social leadership consistency.
Once we get into what I'm going to call the relatively modern historical period, and by that I'm going to mean some During the 1700s and onwards, you have several important events taking place because...
You'll have the French Revolution, but also, too, you'll have the Germans and the Italians.
At some point, they're going to start unifying and becoming a political entity.
And then also you're going to have the American Revolution, which is really, of course, an outgrowth of the French.
And then eventually...
As you get into the 1900s, you're going to start having the Russian Revolution.
It's interesting to note that both the French and Russian revolutions, at least to some degree, came around to the return to a dictatorship.
However, America was very much different for essentially two reasons.
For one thing, Democracy was essentially populist in America.
But another thing is you have to understand that American culture is really very much isolated.
Now, in contrast to some belief...
That fascism and especially national socialism were somehow entirely unprecedented.
When you look at the official philosopher of Italian fascism, Giovanni Gentile, this was a philosopher who was interested in the subversion of the individual ego to the collective.
Thiel's ideas were an elaboration on those of Kant.
Now, when you think about this, this is really interesting because oftentimes, and this is true, historians will say that Hitler, in his earlier days, journeyed to Italy in order to study fascism.
But here we have the fact that fascism is inspired by an Italian philosopher who was in turn inspired by Kant.
Like most German philosophers of his day, Kant seems to favor a kind of Prussianism which placed duties over rights.
Freedom in a Kantian sense is the ability to follow a higher moral law which is in sync with a higher order.
Also, too, this book points out that Kant visualized a very powerful state who would be guided by a very powerful leader who would express the supreme power of the state.
Eventually, this powerful state would unite with other nations.
I think this is very interesting because, of course, it seems to be a foretaste of the Reich.
Another such scholar was Feisch, who, like Plato, wrote of freedom from a lower self.
So Johann Gottlieb Feisch believed that self-sacrifice is the mark of a true hero.
Now Feisch believed that Germans have this genuine spiritual quality that puts them over and above even other Europeans.
It seems that Germany, at the turn of the last century, was in the 1800s, late 1800s, a Romanticist era.
It was awash in a philosophy that glorified the premises of the state, and the state was seen as a bulwark against social chaos.
Now even Schopenhauer, who seems most impressed by the concept of personal renunciation, hopes that royalty could steal themselves away from all personal desires in order for the service of the state.
That's interesting because I was reading Schopenhauer this fall, and I got the sense that Schopenhauer wanted to give up on life entirely.
It almost seemed like he was advocating a monastic life.
But for the Kshatriyas, he advocates a kind of what they call a death while being alive, and that is to say they renounce their desires, but they're still performing their aristocratic duties.
The philosophers detailed in this book are very weary of North America.
They see it as a rootless society.
It's devoid of spiritual content.
So, as a result, there's a pursuit of materialism.
Like many other Prussian intellectuals, or call them romanticist intellectuals, Nietzsche was one who very much glorified the notion of the caste system.
And he was very strict about it.
To Nietzsche, money could never buy a higher caste.
So to Nietzsche, if an individual is not a Brahmin or a warrior, then their caste, in his eyes, is relatively low.
And, of course, money is very vulgar to Nietzsche.
Eventually, race would become more and more expressed in these philosophies and really become explicit.
And in this, we have Gobinao, Berlin and Rosenberg and, of course, Hitler.
Gubinow realized the materialism of our current age or the materialism of modernity, and he declared that we live in a Jewish age.
Now, National Socialism would be the answer to this materialism.
The main difference between the abstract philosophy that one might find in this book, or the semi-abstract philosophy, because it has to do with the running of the state, so you can't call it totally abstract, but the way that the National Socialists stood out was merely that they would apply these ideas.
Of course this book offers a valuable profile of German idealism and that's why I would recommend it.
As a result of that, the subjects it discusses are of course important and very relevant.
All the philosophers discussed in this book are very much Jew aware, but this book, because it deals with predominantly the late 1800s, the topics are not going to get bogged down in things like armor-visionism.
Now, like Marxists, we...
We need to sidestep this fixation on historical morality and instead speak more about concepts.
Now, of course, all the philosophers in this book, needless to say, love monarchy or philosopher kings.
But remember this kind of leadership?
It's only good if the leadership is either excellent or, in the case of G.A.W.F.
Hegel, which is a different Hegel than the more contemporary one, of course, either that or the leader is somebody who essentially rubber stamps but is a figurehead, but one who represents divine will.
Of course, in this book, you'll find the general thing.
The notion of war is a glorified struggle, and this is especially true with Triska.
And there's an interest, of course, in hierarchies and order, and this all is going to reflect the state of Europe and nationhood that Germans were experiencing at that time because of their recent unification, and also, of course, because of this notion of East meets West, as I mentioned before.
Now, the author seems to contend here that Nietzsche believed that the same conditions that could allow the inferior to flourish could also be good for the superior.
But if Nietzsche believes that, he seems to have abandoned it by the time he wrote Zaristra, his pinnacle work.
Because in that book, of course...
It ends in a kind of isolation for a population who he thinks will bring forth the superior being at some point.
So I hope you enjoyed this discussion.
Again, I've been talking about Alexander Jacob's Nobilitas, a book that I would very much recommend.
So have a good evening and hail victory, comrades.
Music by Ben Thede Thank you.
Time for another historical vignette here.
The pioneer aviator Charles Lindbergh was the original head of what was known as the America First Committee.
And I'm sorry to say that a lot of you younger people probably don't even know who Charles Lindbergh was.
Suffice to say, he was one of the major figures in American society of the time who desperately tried to keep us out of World War II.
He failed, but we need to understand that even at the time there were Americans who saw what a total and complete disaster we were headed for.
It is amazing that one should have to plead for American independence in a nation with a heritage such as ours.
What foreign influence has sprung up among us?
Where is the blood of such leaders as Washington, Jefferson, and Lincoln?
There is no division among us about the defense of our own country.
We have always been ready to fight against the interference of foreign powers in our affairs.
If need be, we are ready to die, as our forefathers have died before us when necessity arose.
It is only when we are asked to take part in the quarrels of foreign countries that we divide.
Only when we are asked to merge our destiny with that of foreign lands.
Only when an attempt is made to transfer loyalty for America to loyalty for some other nation.
With an army, a navy, and an air corps of high quality and reasonable size, we could have maintained our position with safety at home and respect abroad.
But today, while we listen to talk of aircraft, guns and battleships, couched in figures so astronomical that they compare only with our national debt, we find ourselves in confusion at home and under ridicule abroad.
All the lessons of Europe have passed unheeded before us.
The effort that should have been devoted to the welfare of our own nation has been spread ineffectively over difficulties of the other parts of the world.
If we desire strength and freedom and independence for our country, the first step must be to assure ourselves of leadership which is entirely and unequivocally American.
When a man is drafted to serve in the armed forces of our country He has the right to know that his government has the independent destiny of America as its objective, and that he will not be sent to fight in the wars of foreign lands.
When men are called upon to fight and die for their country, there must not be even the remotest question of foreign influence involved.
The world is a part of the world.
The world is a part of the world.
you you Some years ago, when this show was first getting started and Obama had just been in power for a short while, the FCC decided that private podcasts like Radio Free Northwest had to have a certain amount of, quote-unquote, community content aimed at promoting diversity.
Or else they'd take some unspecified action against us, and for various reasons it was even more inconvenient than usual for me to get entangled with the federal courts and bureaucracy, so I finally complied.
I went over to the bus station in Seattle and I found this old nigger wino named Dry Ice Washington.
I brought him over here to our secret bunker at Bremerhaven and I paid him a bottle of Night Train per episode.
And so for a few months he'd sit here and ramble onto himself into the microphone for ten minutes or so every broadcast.
The FCC obviously found something better to do and I lost track of dry ice.
But there are people, believe it or not, who discover the show and who download and listen to every episode from the last seven years.
And much to my surprise, they keep asking me when I'm going to have Dry Ice Washington back on the show.
Now finally, after one pretty close comrade asked, I decided to go over there and at least see if I could find out what happened to him.
And without going into a long-involved Grandpa Simpson story about going to Shelbyville with an onion on my belt, which was the style at the time, I eventually found him at the University of Washington Oral Black History Project, where he is being paid far more than the bottle of night train I used to spring for in order to tell fascinated dumbass college kids, especially girls, all about the authentic, historic black experience.
Now, as I'm sure you know, a modern university education these days consists mostly of convincing young white men and women that the entire world revolves around niggers and women and nigger women and bugger boys and left-handed El Salvadorian lesbians and basically everybody except white males.
And for this, their parents pay $30,000 a year or else they get themselves into lifelong six-figure student loan debt.
Anyway, dry ice is now being paid in Chardonnay and Church's fried chicken imported all the way from Jackson, Mississippi by private jet three times a week, and so he wasn't interested in coming back on Radio Free Northwest.
He did, however, allow me to tape one of his lectures to the assembled undergraduates in the mandatory diversity curriculum at UW.
First person I met when I got up here was Stoney on the barbershop.
Used to give bootleg haircuts.
That's right, 25 cents for a haircut, see?
And he'd give you what they called the bowl cut.
Then they put a bowl on your head and they cut around it.
Made all the niggas look Chinese.
Because that's the only way you could get a job on the railroad, see?
That's right, they wasn't hiring no niggas, see?
Niggas want real money.
Chinese work for that Yang money, see?
Niggas didn't want that shit, see?
So that's the best you could do, though, so that we did it.
So, Chinese are funny people, boy, and you know what they can do?
Eat with sticks.
Swear to God, I think the Chinese man have two sticks like this and a bowl of food didn't drop a goddamn speck.
Nigga lose three pounds of food with a knife and fart.
So, I had this friend.
My partner's name was Toodleum, see?
Old big nigga, big robot nigga, see?
Worked over at the foundry lifting motors, see?
That's right.
Made about 38 cents an hour.
That was big money in them days, see?
So, he could lie his ass off, too.
All that nigga could tell a lie.
So that's how we became friends, see?
He tell a lie, I tell a lie, see?
And we compliment each other's lies, see?
He'd make me laugh all day long.
Bless his soul.
He told me this lie one time.
He told me about the niggas with the big dicks.
He said, yeah, have you ever heard of them?
Niggas had the biggest dicks in the war, and they were trying to find a place where they could have their contacts, see?
And they wasn't no freaks.
Didn't want everybody looking.
So they're walking around looking for a secret place.
So they walked across the Golden Gate Bridge, and niggas seen that water and made them want to piss, see?
The father said, man, I got to take a leak.
And he pulled his thing out with pissing.
Other nigger pulled his out, took a pistol.
One nigger said, "Goddamn, it's water cold!" Other nigger said, "Yeah, and it's deep too!" Boy can lie his ass off.
I said, yeah, in the deep, too.
Goddamn it, so.
So the nigga got sick, see.
I told him he was messing with this girl from Louisiana.
And I said, boy, you better leave that health alone, see.
Because I know she knows something, see.
What she did was she put a hex on his ass.
That's right, and made that nigga sick.
Boy's feet swole up like this.
Hands shriveled up.
Blood was coming out of her eyes.
When I see the niggas scare the shit out of me, I'm going to tell them that you.
I say, Goddamn nigga, you sick.
He say, any fool can see that.
He say, tell me what kind of sickness I got.
I say, well, what's the symptom?
What?
He say, symptom my ass?
You looking at the symptom?
He say, my goddamn feet are swollen up and look like elephant foot.
He say, my arms is weak, blood coming out my eye.
Plus, I'm in love with a bitch I can't stand.
Well, shit, right away, I know what's wrong, see?
I said, boy, that girl done put a mojo on your ass.
Said, I'll take you over to Jefferson, where the voodoo lady lives, and have her fix it for you.
See, because the voodoo lady named Miss Rudolph lived over there.
She could do it.
That was her name, Miss Rudolph, see?
They named her after that deer.
And she was good, too, man.
She had this monkey's foot around her neck and a three-legged monkey.
Yeah.
Yeah.
And that monkey didn't give her no trouble.
That monkey fucked with everybody but her, see?
And this monkey's foot stunk ought to be down.
And she says, smelt that way to keep the spirits and most people's away.
Well, it worked on me because it's been eight years since I seen the bitchy.
So, come this, we went over there.
I had a 33 packet.
Stopped, got a little gal.
I drove the nigga over there.
Made him pay for what?
We get over there.
I'm the one got to knock on the door.
So I go up to the door, knock on the door.
She opened the door, man.
The funk rushed out the house.
Knocked me to my goddamn knees.
And I'm looking up at her.
She ain't got on no bars there.
And the biggest titties in the world, they were swollen up, looked like that nigga's feet.
And she had a tattoo on each titty.
Had a big eye on one titty and a pair of lips on the other.
And I'm praying to God I ain't got to kiss nothing, see?
So I was looking at this titty looking at me and looked like it winked at me.
She said, boy, get your ass in here.
Get off the floor.
So I walked into the house.
I'm kind of nervous because Bugs and shit crawling around all on the floor.
There's a goddamn bat flying around like this, see?
Now this monkey comes in there so fucking with me.
Jumped all on my neck and shit.
And it felt funny because he got them little monkey hands.
Be fucking with your ears, you know?
And I'm trying to act like I'm petting this motherfucker, but I'm poking him in the eye.
Get him off me, see?
Because I don't want to fan this bitch with this monkey foot, see?
Because she scratch your ass with that foot.
That's all over.
And I said, Miss Rudolph, Miss Rudolph, please, can you do something about the monkey?
She said, I don't have to do shit about the monkey.
The monkey lives here.
Nigga, you visiting?
Well, shit, I had to accept that, see?
So I explained to her what was happening.
I said, my partner's sick.
Please, he needs some help.
Would you be so kind as to help him?
I said, his feet were swole up.
Eyes and shit, he all messed up.
I said, now, first of all, I've got to explain to you, I don't have no money.
I said, I'm posing as a Chinaman working on the railroad, and all I've got is that Yang money.
She said, no, I don't want none of that.
She said, what you do, though, come Thanksgiving, bring me by a goose or a turkey.
That's all right.
You know, I said, well, shit, that's fine with me, because it was June then.
If I don't ever see this bitch no more in life, it's all right with me.
And just about that time, a big motherfucking tarantula, this big, crawled up my arm, round my neck, I almost shit on myself, man.
Went down this arm, under my hand, I tried to mash him.
When I lift my hand up, he was gone.
That's when I put my hand on my knife.
Because I figured if somebody get hurt in him, I ain't going to be the last one, see?
I said, "Miss Rudolph, please tell me what happened to the tarantula." She said, "That ain't none of your goddamn business.
But if you don't bring me that turkey, you will see him again." So, when I left the house, I'm thinking turkey.
There's a big pretty bird in my goddamn mind.
I don't give a shit, if she's in Timbuk too, the bitch got a turkey coming for me.
So I get out to the car, and I tootle him, he don't want to get out the car.
I said, nigga, you better get your ass up out of this car.
Much shit I done been through in there, I'll kick you on one of them big footsies.
I just said that to him, I wouldn't really kick him, see, but the nigga made me mad, see it?
So I helped him out the car.
We walked up to the house, this nigga Palmer housing like this.
Motherfucking feet's just hurting him, see?
I'm trying not to laugh at him because he's my partner.
So I help him in the house.
He get in the house and see all them bugs and shit crawling around.
He try to lift his feet up, but he's scared.
Because them feet's hurting them bugs that's fucking with him.
All he can do is go...
I said, nigga, sit your ass down.
Fuck them bugs.
Just pretend like it's furniture.
So the nigga, he eased down on the couch.
He had to ease down because he got the power.
Yeah, this bitch done fuck with him.
He tore his ass up.
He eased now, stretched his feet out.
Just about that time, she come from out the back room, had a big wash pan.
And she said a few words over it, you know.
Then she squatted and pissed.
That's right, she pissed for 15 minutes.
Old strong ammonia pissed, too.
Then she slid the pot over by the boy's feet.
He said, "Junior, put your feets in that." Well, I'm sure enough trying not to laugh now.
If this nigger put his feets in his piss, it's all over for me.
I said, "Go ahead, boy." See, 'cause I'm gonna talk about his ass 44 years he put his feets in his piss.
Well, I guess the nigger said, "Nothing from nothing lead nothing." So he put his foots in there.
Put the other one.
The other one almost didn't fit in there.
I said, "Oh God, this bitch gonna piss some more." So I pushed the foot down.
Got covered up.
Water come next to bubbling and boiling.
Sparks start flying.
Goddamn bugs was running all crazy.
Bat was flying around.
Monkey starts shitting everywhere.
That's when I took my knife out there.
And she ran over and stroked this nigga with the monkey's foot and he was trembling like that.
I tried to get the door open.
It was locked.
I started stabbing this motherfucker like this.
Then, all of a sudden, it got real quiet.
And the piss turned blue.
And I said, holy Jesus, holy Jesus.
Because I ain't never seen no blue piss.
Well, the boy eased his feet out the piss.
And they was healthy.
The n***a had healthy feet.
But it was real tiny.
The n***a had little baby feet.
I said, Junior, look at your feet.
He looked down, seen his feet.
The n***a went berserk.
Killed the monkey.
Threw the bat out the window.
Started kicking that bitch in the air.
And them little feats was going like this.
Nigga wore a three-pair of kneecap, kicking her in the air.
Snatched the monkey foot off her neck, swallowed that.
Well, he shouldn't have done that.
Because they came and got his ass and took him to the zoo.
And you can see him if you go down there.
He's the polar bear.
With little tanny feet!
Thank you!
Thank you!
Thank you.
This is Rollins Cross.
Rollins Cross.
Okay.
I had my own wind-up for this week's episode, but then on Tuesday morning, Andy Donner shot me this piece of audio.
And on reflection, I think this is something we need to address.
Greetings from Seattle.
Donner here.
I apologize for dropping that TheoryCraft shortcast on you and then running off, but I have to say I much prefer the content of the shows since then to what I would have produced.
It's also proven very convenient for me to have this break since I banged something out for RFN and decided I really don't want to do that just yet.
You'll see what I mean in a moment or two.
Nevertheless, I do need to keep on with my planned content since I've promised to deal with the Trump mess properly now that there's a good chance of being heard reasonably.
I've got this and one more item to knock out for RFN before I can get going on the Trump stuff, so I'm going to do just that.
I and the rest of the party are beyond eager to be done with Trump mania, but...
As for today, I was going to give my reply to a stupid troll question resulting from my shortcast on TheoryCraft.
I had that mostly pounded out and read over, but like every other time I've tried to prep a talk, events intervene, and I ended up with quite a few more examples of how not to be by way of alt-right Twitter.
I'll need to incorporate those before I actually submit that talk to RFN.
Today, I'm going to try a bit of an experiment, in that I will ask each and every one of you to give your answers to the troll question posed to me.
In later RFNs, I'm going to analyze those answers against my own to see how they stack up.
Now, don't worry, this isn't about making you look dumb or showing off, or anything like that.
I'd actually like your input, since it will greatly help me out, but more on that after I put the question to you.
I've always been a big believer in following the rules long enough so that you could know when it was alright to break them.
As a rule, you never give a troll attention like I'm about to do.
That said, this is one of those times that the potential gain really does outweigh the risk of ongoing foolishness from a grown man who purports to be old enough to know better than to waste other people's time.
time this way.
This troll, in response to my theorycraft shortcast, asked something like the following.
If Andy Donner is so right, then why isn't the Northwest Front succeeding?
Hmm?
To be sure, that's actually a fair question in many respects, since it is the natural reaction to what I said during my shortcast.
But only to a point.
It's the sort of thing a new or naive white nationalist would ask.
This person, on the other hand, claims to have been a white nationalist longer than I've been alive.
When asked by a new white nationalist, or someone who simply doesn't know a whole lot, this question isn't too troublesome, coming from someone else, though it's an attempt to accuse and deride us.
Okay, that's nothing we haven't dealt with before, but the premise of the question itself is pure theorycraft, and that's why I'm very interested to see who among us can deal with it correctly.
I've got my answer, but it's long and analytical because of the particular mental and emotional pathology at work behind such a troll question.
And as much as I want to deal with that and move on, I want even more to have some indication that someone other than me out there understands what's wrong with that sort of question in general.
So answer it for me, guys.
Hit me up over email if you can, or the party message board otherwise.
I have various social media accounts, and responses are welcome there, too.
There's no consequence to being wrong here, since this is nothing more than an experiment on my part.
And because there's no consequence for being wrong, I'd really like every single one of you, even partially inclined to respond, to actually do so.
A couple minutes ago, I said I thought this was critically important.
The way things are going, Harold and I are pulling our hair out while we watch what's going on in the rest of the so-called movement.
And because this is the way things are going, there's not a whole lot else for us to do other than at least ask you all to develop a little bit of discernment so that there's some chance down the road a few of you might be equipped to make better decisions where white nationalism is concerned.
I need to know how you handle questions such as that posed by said troll.
Further, you'll note that the short cast on Theorycraft ran long.
That ending was rushed because I didn't have much more time, reasonably speaking, to address this exact issue.
I mentioned earlier that there was a pathology running this troll's thought process, and it's the exact pathology running the entire white nationalist movement.
You might even call it THE white pathology, and it's the core reason we're so screwed if nothing changes.
If there were to ever be a Theorycraft Part 2, it would address only this issue and nothing else.
This pathological way of thinking and interacting with the world is what makes white people so prone to theorycraft, and I need some sort of indication the RFN audience has outgrown it.
So there it is.
Could you all do me the favor of attempting to answer that question the best you can?
Make a proper field day of it, since you've got the chance to impress the party here.
Your input will contribute to the quality of the answer I end up delivering, and this might even turn into a special shortcast if I get enough material.
Your answers will make a difference, because knowing how different individuals think about these issues will enable me to make the next spaced repetition of this subject more palatable than it would otherwise be.
Hail victory!
Okay, I get this same question at least once a week, not just heckles from trolls, but from genuinely concerned and saddened white people.
Why so little visible progress?
Where are the long torchlight parades?
Or failing that, why can't the NF at least do the Richard Spencer trick and get 45 guys together in the dark with torches so it looks cool when we upload it to YouTube and Twitter?
Why is Harold Covington not all over cable news every night debating with Rachel Maddow and Chris Matthews and Megyn Kelly and shutting them all down with his brilliance?
Why is there so little feel-good factor associated with the NF?
Why so few bells and whistles?
Why so little in the cakes and ales department?
What happened to all those picnics we used to have with Aryan nations?
When is Harold going to quit screwing around, draw his saber, and yell, Charge!
Charge the black house!
These are not just troll insults.
They are perfectly legitimate concerns from serious and worried comrades.
Americans are basically consumers, and right now they're not happy with the product.
I am not offering excuses, but if ever you feel like hearing them, there are explanations if you understand the difference.
One of the most important of those explanations I am forbidden to mention by a federal court order, but I have already spoken on here about some of the other factors involved.
Yes, Virginia, there are in fact valid and complex reasons why the party is not in a better position than it's in right now.
I could sit here and spend the next hour going over those reasons, but my purpose is not to respond to Andy's question, but to supplement and emphasize the question itself.
You get what I'm saying?
I can tell you in words of one syllable why there is no visible progress.
Why we seem to have just stalled at a certain level and can go no further.
I've done it all before, and I'll do so now yet again.
This whole theme is capable of infinite exposition from now until the cows come home, but this is it.
The bare bones.
The Cliff Notes version, which I hope will spur a higher quality of response to Andy's question.
I've said before, I say again, so please listen and internalize.
Now that the old constitutional electoral system, legal system, and liberal democracy have become completely corrupt and ineffectual, There are two ways of acquiring power and bringing about change in a society as decayed as ours.
Those two ways are money and the gun.
We lack both the physical courage and the organizational competence to use the gun effectively.
We have what I suppose might be called our version of suicide bombers, consisting of mentally and emotionally unbalanced white boys who hear voices in their heads and who occasionally go on shooting and stabbing sprees, killing some nobodies, and inflicting no serious damage on the enemy.
Now, it's true that Dylann Roof bagged some nigger state senator who was a middling-sized wheel with the South Carolina Democrats, but to be honest, I think that was more accident than anything else, in case of a blind squirrel finding an acorn.
That kind of thing is not armed resistance.
It is a hissy fit on the part of a butt-hurt, overgrown child.
Don't do it.
Lacking as we do the physical courage and the organizational competence to use the gun or the bomb in provisional IRA manner, we must fall back on money if we want to get anything done.
Now the degree to which we really do want to get something done is part of the problem actually, but I won't get into that now.
This is Cliff Notes.
The party has no money.
For many years now, a lot of what I do has been done in order to work around, disguise, or compensate for the fact that the party has no money.
There has been a lot of razzle-dazzle and bells and whistles and Harold turning backflips and running around in a clown suit with a red rubber nose to distract from the fact that the party has no money.
You saw an example of that just now, when I was reduced to broadcasting a foul-mouthed nigger comedian on this show in order to get everybody laughing, so they wouldn't ask what the hell I'm actually doing about all this horror, when I can do nothing without money.
There is, in fact, a detailed plan for the party's growth into an actual revolutionary movement.
That plan is described in the fifth edition of the party's manual, the white book.
I have passed out hundreds and possibly thousands of copies of that book since it was published in 2014.
I have never once gotten any serious comments or reaction to that manual's contents.
Everyone just assumes it's another bit of razzle-dazzle Harold passes out to work around the fact that we have no money.
It is not.
The plan is serious.
Most of you are not.
Most of you regard my novels, The Northwest Front, and everything the entire white nationalist movement does as a hobby at best.
A form of entertainment.
It is a form of entertainment to you because you simply do not believe.
I could probably count on my fingers and toes the number of people listening to this who actually believe that any change is possible.
We do not believe because we have had American exceptionalism hardwired into our very brains from birth.
The false and unreasonable conviction that of all earthly nations down through history, America alone is eternal and immortal and will never ever change.
Many years ago, a Japanese political scientist named Francis Fukuyama wrote an essay entitled The End of History, in which he advanced that very claim.
That Western-style liberal democracy and American-style neoliberalism in particular are eternal and immortal and have replaced all other forms of social contract.
The vast majority of you listening to this have bought into that, even though you may not be aware of the fact.
And basically that's why there is no visible progress with the Northwest Front.
All of the other reasons spring from the fact that no one is taking us seriously because no one believes.
The party has all we need to move forward.
We've got a handbook.
We've got a draft constitution.
We've got a party program.
We've got a couple of websites.
We've got five swashbuckling novels, a podcast, a new flag, and all kinds of pretty pictures on the internet.
What we do not have is money and human bodies.
Even now, at my age and with my medical issues, if the resources I need were suddenly to fall from the sky tomorrow, I myself could give all this another shot.
I'm hanging around in the hopes that will happen.
If it doesn't, then it will be left to Andy and his generation to take up my legacy and see if they can find the balls and the brains and the hardness of mind and soul that my generation lost somewhere in the mall or dropped off the roller coaster at Six Flags.
And I'll shut up now.
Please answer Andy's question.
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, WA 98310, or you can go to the party's website at www.northwestfront.org.
This is Harold Covington, and I'll see you next week.
Until then, Sasha Underban.
Freedom.
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