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June 15, 2017 - Radio Free Nortwest - H.A. Covington
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Oh, then tell me, Sean O 'Farrell, tell me why you hurry so.
Hush a woogle, 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 bikes must be together by the rising of the moon.
Oh, then tell me, Sean O'Farrell, where the gathering is to be.
In the old spot by the river, right well known to you and me.
One more roar for signal, token, whistle of 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.
For your bike upon your shoulder by the rising of the moon.
Many a man with chest was throbbing for the blessed warning light.
Wars passed along the valleys like the man she's lonely crew.
And a thousand blaze were flashing at the rising of the moon At the rising of the moon At the rising of the moon And a thousand blaze were flashing at the rising of the moon Greetings from the Northwest Homeland, comrades.
It's June the 15th, 2017.
I'm Harold Covington, and this is Radio Free Northwest.
This week we'll jump right into the grim and serious stuff.
I'm going to kick off with another lesson on How to Do This for Yourselves 101.
Guys, I am sorry.
I have to say some of the things I'm going to be saying next.
You may wonder why the hell I'm saying it.
I'm saying it because it has to be said.
I have decades of experience which I must try to pass on to you because the white race is approaching a tipping point in history and we simply do not have the time for all of you to spend the next 40 years going through my learning curve.
At least a few of you will be our leaders over the next few decades, and I mean our real leaders chosen by history and not the Richard Spencers who are chosen by the media.
You need to have some idea of what you're doing.
One of the most important things that you will do is to assess people who want to become a part of your local party cell or who otherwise want to get close to you and your team.
I know it's a blatant contradiction.
On the one hand, we claim that we want white people to join us and complain when they don't, and on the other hand, when someone does try to join us, we treat him with surly suspicion.
Welcome to the movement, where our motto pretty much has to be that of Fox Mulder from the X-Files.
Trust no one.
Uh, you millennials do know what the X-Files was, don't you?
Damn, sorry to remember.
That was over 20 years ago.
I'm going to read you an excerpt from an email that I received some weeks ago from a comrade here in the homeland.
I will not say who this comrade is, and I won't describe this incident in detail.
Now suffice to say that it's in regard to something that happens to us all the time.
Some individual was sniffing around the party on the internet, and he wanted a lot of information while he was not willing to provide anything verifiable about himself.
I should make it clear that most likely this was not some kind of FBI undercover or NGO spy or even some silly so-called anti-fascist from the local community college.
Most likely it was a white boy, probably middle-aged or heading into middle age, living in reduced circumstances, if not actually in his mother's basement, with not much besides computer in his life, and so he was using that computer to play.
Which is pretty much what most of us seem to use these machines for.
White Americans today want and expect a lifetime of play.
Because that's what they've been brought up by the media to believe that America is all about.
Play.
Not accomplishment.
Not creativity.
Not overcoming of obstacles.
Not building something for future generations.
Not building something for your family, since most white people under 40 have no families, in the sense that they're childless.
And they have no posterity to leave anything to.
White Americans are never taught how to be adults, so it's not surprising that so few of them ever learn it on their own.
They grow up believing what they see on television or nowadays on internet entertainment sites like Netflix and Hulu and so on.
White boys especially believe that they're entitled to an endless, lifelong adolescence of fun and games, booze and drugs, and mindless sex.
And white girls believe that they're entitled to a kind of weird feminist version of the same thing.
A Buffy the Vampire Slayer, you-go-girl kind of life where they rule the roost, dominate all their relationships with men, and they will age as gracefully as Nicole Kidman and end up being President of the United States.
And yes, there is a point to all this.
When someone comes nosing around you or your party cell or your Twitter account or your blog or whatever and starts trying to get close, trying to get information, don't take them at face value, but do not automatically assume the worst.
Legitimate inquirers want information as well, and the party has to be in a position to provide.
At best, you may have found one of those rare nuggets of gold that we try to pan from the creek of toxic waste that's America's white population.
If not, if it's like the overwhelming majority of cases where somebody wanders into contact with the party, then it's still most likely not a completely bad thing.
We get a lot of looky-loos.
I call them ICIs, idle curiosity inquiries.
And there's not a damn thing wrong with somebody wanting to satisfy idle curiosity.
Some of our best people in the white nationalist cause started out as ICIs.
Lay every piece of introductory literature and every idea that you can on this person.
If he or she immediately responds in a positive way, then great.
Set up a meeting if you can.
Follow up and see if you can get a response.
If not, if they just go dark on you and you never hear from them again, well, that happens.
Now remember who you're dealing with here.
21st century American white boys.
And they're all kind of flakes.
It's the way they're socially engineered.
You've planted the seed and you can hope it blooms at some point down the road.
A lot of times it will.
But sometimes, especially the more experienced you get at this, you're just going to get a weird or unsettling vibe off somebody on first contact.
Now this comrade I mentioned earlier emailed me about this odd duck that had been behaving in a peculiar manner, and I quote, Harold, it just struck me as rather loony that we have to worry about our own people as much as we have to worry about feds and NGOs.
Why do we even tolerate kooks, dysfunctionals, flat earthers, and their ilk?
I've given out my P.O. box with a nom de guerre to a few inquirers and have gotten no response.
And a couple had similar names, so my paranoia is starting to gnaw at the back of my head.
I'm sorry, Harold, but I'm not terribly comfortable stepping too far outside your shadow on the internet.
If this guy sends out bad vibes and isn't willing to get on your mailing list and donate to the party, then I don't trust him.
Okay, first off, as to why do we tolerate all the weirdos, the answer to that is a simple one.
Because we have no way not to tolerate them, other than by screaming and shouting abuse at them on the internet.
And I'm sure we can all guess how well that works.
Our so-called movement, or alt-right, or however you want to describe the great pale blob which is us, has no way of disciplining or expelling an undesirable member, except for that one thing that we have neither the courage nor the competence to use.
Now, if the day ever comes when undesirable people who are trying to associate themselves with the Northwest Front, or white nationalism in general, Can and do receive a personal, off-internet, real-world visit from a couple of large gentlemen who have a quiet little come-to-Jesus meeting with such people?
And if no one is caught or punished afterwards, well, if that day ever arrives when bad behavior and poor character in white nationalism is actively disincentivized, Then 90% of our character problems will vanish.
The NGO spies, the faggots, the demi-Jews, the mudsharks, the crazies, the conmen, the liars, and the ego-trippers.
Poof!
They will find other fertile fields besides white nationalism in which to wrestle with their demons.
About all I can tell you under the present circumstances, though, is to trust your instincts.
The problem is that your instincts may not be instincts, they may be simple paranoia.
My instincts may just be paranoia sometimes, and I'm sure that down through the years, I've probably blown off a number of potentially valuable possible supporters, because something about them struck me as hinky.
But, as it happens, I also know for a fact that I've escaped more than one entrapment project from the secret police and more than one major troll harassment attempt from the NGOs and from general shitheads.
The internet especially lends itself to this kind of shenanigan.
Look, guys, this is hard to quantify.
It's something that comes only with experience and, even then, imperfectly.
When you get a new contact, somebody a thousand miles away on the other end of a computer, check him out six ways to Sunday through every search engine and cyber trick you know.
Look for older stuff on the net about him before he decided to start dabbling in our little subculture and see what he was like back then.
But don't just read his words.
Try to read him.
Don't just listen to his voice on Skype or a podcast.
Try to feel him if you get my drift.
Look for underlying attitude.
Does he come across as a sincere seeker after truth?
Does he come across as someone who is just so violently disgusted with things the way they are that he's ready to do something great?
Does he come across as a punk kid trying to be a smartass?
We get a lot of that.
Punks can grow up.
I now understand that I myself was an insufferable, pompous ass when I was 17. But, if he's a punk, just lower your expectations accordingly.
Now, more important, see if he passes your own personal sniff test, and every one of us will have some variation on that.
As a white nationalist activist, you need to cultivate a kind of spidey sense about people, and when something makes that spidey sense tingle, pay attention to it.
I can't tell you what will tip you off that something isn't right about an individual.
Half the time, it's just a feeling.
Half the time, it's just that little quivering in your antennae.
Now, some things are obvious.
Does this turkey immediately start babbling about guns and bombs and illegal activity on the internet?
Or when you first meet him in the Dairy Queen?
Or even by email?
Now, I can't imagine anybody being bird-brained stupid enough to talk about illegal activity in an email.
Not after Edward Snowden.
If anybody sends you an email like that, he's almost certainly a police officer of some kind.
Does this person constantly try to data mine you for information while giving up nothing verifiable about himself?
And when you explain to him that one of the prerequisites for any kind of sustained contact with the party is that we know who the hell we're talking to, does he bat it aside or dance around it and still attempt to get either information or free stuff out of you?
Does he claim to be a veteran white nationalist movement old hand from times past with some deep secret inside knowledge about what's going on today, but he won't actually tell you who he is and what he's talking about, so nothing he says can be verified?
Now, in my opinion, that is usually a tell for some kind of troll or cognitive dissonance op or some other kind of rung and operating on a non-14 words agenda.
Oh, and when you get somebody on the internet claiming to be female and sending you alleged topless or nude photos of herself or wanting to exchange dirty emails with you or get you into sex chat rooms or something, beat feet out of there.
Never, ever respond to anything of that kind.
It is a trap.
Now, one of our many, many...
Many peculiarities is that there are a lot of alleged white nationalists and alt-right internet and Twitter accounts using female names who are in fact men.
Very strange men.
Some of them actual NGO trolls and cognitive dissonance ops, and some of them just very strange men.
And if that isn't the case, then you don't need to be associating with any woman who does that kind of thing.
You don't want sluts and what are now called thoughts around any more than you want faggots or Jews.
There is a distinctly female American kind of crazy that is very, very bad, as many of us can attest.
And if you get involved with some bimbo you meet on the internet, she will do more damage than half a dozen undercover cops.
I've seen it happen.
There are a dozen different things that generally get my antennae twitching, and it will be the same with you.
If you're just plain not happy or vaguely disquieted by someone, if something just isn't right but you don't know what, if this person seems to be trying to manipulate you, make you jump through hoops, or drag you into their scene in any way, you need to break contact.
Your very life may depend on your ability to keep certain people the hell away from you.
As the late Pam Emmerich once described to me, they're not Jews, they're not agents, they're not part of the world conspiracy to get you, they're just trouble.
Now this is actually one reason why white nationalist tendencies don't have members as such.
Just as we don't have actual organizations anymore because we're so weak of character, so childish and undisciplined, and so lacking in moral fiber that we can't join and work with other human beings under a central direction except for money, which is the only way we're programmed to do that, for a paycheck.
Ask me what happened with the NPA.
People send in the little green form with their first month's dues, and after three months or so, a good half of them lose interest.
They wander away looking for other entertainment on the internet, and I never hear from them again.
Yes, I know one of the reasons that white nationalists don't use formal orgs anymore is because they're too easy for the dictatorship and the NGOs to infiltrate.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I get it.
And that's true, as far as it goes.
But that admittedly accurate assessment is also, frankly, a fig leaf that covers up one of our most uncomfortable truths.
We don't form actual organizations because us white boys just don't have the chops for it.
Like, we don't have the chops for much of anything.
The attitude of most white boys, which very quickly surfaces anytime anybody tries to get them to do anything without paying money, is...
You're not the boss of me.
Well, son, that's a large part of the problem right there.
If we are ever going to oppose and defeat a massive tyranny like the United States of America, then somebody had damned well better be the boss of you.
What the movement as a whole and the Northwest Front in particular needs is political soldiers.
Who have made the deeply committed decision to devote their lives to the cause of the Northwest American Republican independence, and who will do what the fuck they are told.
We are nowhere near that.
We're still getting white boys who don't want to do anything but play on their computers.
And if I get off onto that, I will start raving like a loon in a cackle box, so I'll rinse myself back onto the point, like tossing a sack of potatoes up on a wagon.
Now, back on topic.
As I recall, the individual in question did not get what he was looking for from us, whatever that might have been, and he's gone dark and disappeared now.
That happens a lot.
Probably more than anything else, actually.
White people come sniffing around, looking for quote-unquote action.
Which, long story short, usually means they're looking for some kind of Adolf Hitler clone with long, marching columns by torchlight and spacious compounds out in the north woods where all the world's problems can just disappear for a while into the green, leafy foliage.
They want to pretend that it's 1932, a time no one can remember anymore.
Or some of them want to pretend it's 1985 again.
They want a Sylvan, idyllic Shangri-La like Aryan Nations or Bob Miles' farm or the National Alliance compound in West Virginia or Yost Turner's place in the California Sierras or Franklin Road or Glenn Miller's farm if you were drunk.
The mighty mythological national headquarters where the flag flies in the sky.
Some place that the sad and bedraggled and beaten down white folks can come to once or twice a year, like it was kind of a timeshare.
And they can have lovely big picnics on the grass in a large herd of other white people.
A herd that they can blend into so that Obama and the bad people can't see their faces and target them for victimization.
Oh, God, our people want those picnics.
A crowd that they can hide in and enjoy themselves and feel safe and happy for a while.
What the lefty loons call a safe space.
Everybody's looking for it, including white people.
That's probably the reason why most white people come to the party.
They know that there's safety in numbers and they're looking for some numbers to hide in.
They're looking for a bandwagon that they can jump onto where they can enjoy the thrills and spills and chills without much, if any, actual risk or danger.
Where they can feel like they're part of history without the danger and inconvenience of actually being part of history.
That's basically the reason for the high turnover in the white nationalist cause.
Americans are no longer citizens.
They are consumers.
And when they come comparison shopping in the alt-right and the white nationalist movements, mostly they don't like the merchandise they're offered, and so they click on to the next online racism store and see what they've got to offer.
And God knows that there is a lot of stuff out there now.
A lot of it very good technically and content-wise.
I play some examples of it on here every now and then.
Seven years ago, Radio Free Northwest was one of maybe six or eight hardcore white racial podcasts on the internet as opposed to CI...
Tea Party crap, etc., etc., and the only one that didn't use a service like TalkShoe that involved at least some censorship of content and some vulnerability in the sense that there was an outside hand on the plug and therefore the plug could be pulled at any time.
That's why we've always rolled our own here at Radio Free Northwest.
Now, in 2010, Radio Free Northwest was one of the few places that white people could go and hear it like it is, really.
These days, everybody and his dog has a podcast, and everybody and his dog has a YouTube channel, and like I said, some of that alternative merchandise on offer to the white racial consumers and comparison shoppers is damned good.
No actual achievable political goal, no actual plan, mostly just political empty calories, but still very well done and very tasty, like living off jelly donuts and Cracker Jack rather than meat and potatoes and salad.
Yeah, I know I sound like I've gone off rambling again about going to Shelbyville with an onion on my belt, but there's an important point here.
People come to the party sniffing around because they're looking for something which we can't give them, and more importantly, which nobody else can give them either.
What they're looking for when they come to us is for some...
Personal version of an idealized past, be it Third Reich, or the Civil War, or some weird fantasy in which it's the Shire and we all transmute into hobbits, or whether they're just trying to recapture the world that they remember from childhood when there weren't all these ugly black and yellow-brown faces everywhere, and when they heard only proper spoken English without all these horrible booga-booga-booga voices.
White people want to get away.
They want to be anywhere but here in this horrible place that Obama built.
And by the way, there is nothing intrinsically wrong with that desire.
It's perfectly comprehensible and human.
The problem is, it can't be done the way you want it done.
I say for the thousandth time, the clock cannot be turned back.
And on that note, I guess it's finally time for the first music break, so you'll be free of my hoarse droning voice.
Now, there's a song that I've played on here down through the years in at least four different versions.
It's one of those old-time Appalachian songs like Lil Maggie or Shady Grove or Darling Corey that's almost impossible to screw up.
It's called June Apple, and I think the last time I played it on here was about six months ago in a really rousing version by Michael Davis and friends.
And I was wondering a while back why I'd never heard Doc Watson play June Apple and Speak of the Devil.
The IdaBro sends me a music CD, and lo and behold, there's Doc doing it.
The IdaBro sends me a music CD, and I'll see you next time.
The IdaBro sends me a music CD, and I'll see you next time.
The IdaBro sends me a music CD, and I'll see you next time.
The IdaBro sends me a music CD, and I'll see you next time.
The IdaBro sends me a music CD, and I'll see you next time.
The IdaBro sends me a music CD, and I'll see you next time.
Good evening, comrades.
Tonight I'm going to be discussing Into the Cannibal's Pot by Ilana Mercer.
Back in the 80s, of course, South Africa was all over the news.
So why don't we ever hear about it anymore?
Well, I think we rather know the answer to that.
Back in the late 80s...
Towards what turned out to be the end of the Cold War, South Africa was something of a project, something of a monster to destroy.
So this author starts out by comparing the various crime rates.
Under apartheid, white areas within South Africa were very similar to Western countries.
From the entire anti-apartheid conflict, the state ended up, I guess you could say, executing or, I suppose, killing in combat somewhere between 200 and 300 activists.
That can be compared with the 400 necklaced non-combatants, and that's just some non-combatants that happen to be executed in that particularly horrible way that I don't want to describe, but I'm sure you've heard of it or you could Google it, but it's very extreme.
Of course, contemporary South Africa, as it turns out, has very high crime rates, but it's difficult to find entirely reliable statistics, and it's even difficult to find individuals who are really going to be honest about it.
The author talks about different crime statistics, talks about how the murder rate went from about 7,000 per year under apartheid, and this is probably considering, you know, black areas and multiracial areas.
It went from about 7,000 a year to about 24,000 per year.
Back in the day, the police were actually mitigated by an independent judiciary.
Today, they really get away with quite a bit, of course, being under black rule.
They're just like other parts of Africa.
There are some Blacks who are nostalgic, and they remember a day when they had access to transportation and adequate fuel and that kind of thing.
They had more first-world accommodations.
Now, overall, the crime situation is so difficult that the private sector has gotten involved, especially in a desperate attempt to save the Johannesburg Business District.
And also, too, there are health clinics that are sure to keep a lot of antivirals at the ready because I'm sure we've all heard of certain popular beliefs about venereal diseases and how they might be spread or might be cured.
And so that leads to certain crimes that are fairly horrific, and I suppose I needn't elaborate.
Now also, too, gun laws have become very strict.
An individual who wishes to keep a gun or own a gun, they have to fill out a lot of forms and then take a test.
This might seem fairly reasonable.
However, there's so much red tape involved in this gun ownership that it can take years to finalize all of this.
Now also, too, if your gun is stolen and it is used in a crime, you'll be liable for that.
If you decide that you want to make your gun unusable because you decide that having a gun isn't worthwhile, Then, if the state catches you doing that, you are also deemed liable.
At the end of the day, about 90% of those that apply for a gun permit are told they don't make the criteria.
Now, the author talks about various whores, various farm owners that were killed on their farm.
She mentions Eugene Terblanche.
Who suffered this fate like so many others?
Now, oftentimes these farm murders are said to be labor disputes, but there seem to be more of these so-called labor disputes since the end of apartheid.
Why is Mercer writing this book?
Well, she admits that the book is not going to be very popular.
But she's very upset because her father, who was Rabbi Isaacson, because this writer is very much Jewish, he was strongly opposed to apartheid, and he based his views on the Torah.
After apartheid was dismantled, it turned out that the ANC and the Arabs paired up to attack a synagogue, and this was a breaking point for Mercer.
Mercer notes that even back in the 90s, or maybe even earlier, the South Africans really saw the danger in radical Islam.
They knew that there really wasn't much in the way of moderate Islam.
They knew that it was a danger.
And the old South Africa was actually a friend to Israel, but now they're more of a supporter of Iran.
Mercer blames what happened to South Africa on this whole concept of Protestant pietism.
And talks about how the Jews don't have much guilt, but they do take advantage of those who do have a lot of guilt.
This author is a classical liberal.
She believes very much in personal merit and is against the type of affirmative action they have in South Africa, which is called black economic empowerment.
She very much believes in a free market, so she'd probably be a Stefan Molyneux fan.
And she talks about how de Klerk didn't realize that there would be power sharing, although she doesn't describe what his actual beliefs were about the transfer of government.
She talks about how some people will say that Africa was colonized and that's why it's not doing well, but she notes that other former colonies such as those in Asia like Singapore, Hong Kong, and South Korea are now flourishing.
Mercer is also an individual who believes in fairly weak government and she believes in the right of secession for states and the rights for various states or, I suppose, small countries to make their own laws.
And she talks about how an individual can always move to the state of their choice.
Now, she says this in a way that might not be realistic for everyone.
Not everyone can just up and move at a moment's notice because they like the laws in another state better.
And, of course, you may have to make a choice where one state has one law and another state has another law, and maybe there's one law you like and one law you don't like.
So she doesn't really address that issue, which I suppose would come up inevitably.
But she definitely doesn't.
So, it shows a case in point of what could certainly be called Jewish individuals overplaying their hand and becoming involved in a culture of critique, but then finding that that turns against them.
This author is clearly an individual, as I said before, who's making an argument for individualism and personal merit.
Many times, personal merit is measured in standardized tests.
And it does bear noting that these tests can frequently favor Asians and Ashkenazi Jews, possibly over whites in some cases.
It's also worth mentioning that if you've ever taken one of these tests, and I'm sure that we all have at various times in our lives, have had occasion to take these tests, they are indeed very dry.
They favor a certain type of intelligence.
Often it's a kind of cleverness, knowing how to answer the questions.
So I suppose you could bear in mind that not everyone does particularly well on these tests.
Another thing I find about standardized tests is, of course, they're split up into sections.
You'll have math sections, grammar sections.
I find that if you start doing poorly on a series of questions in one of these tests and know that you've done poorly, it tends to ruin morale for the rest of the test.
So that's also something to consider.
Now, one time I ended up finding one example of a standardized test when I was just surfing the web where they would alternate the questions between essentially reading comprehension questions and maths questions.
I actually found that test to be easier than the typical standardized test, so it can make a difference how the questions are asked, what type of test you're talking about.
But most standardized tests are pretty much the same.
In a way, that's this author's functional definition of merit, because that's how she sees merit as being measured.
So in a sense, that becomes her definition of merit.
Although I'm not saying it's the same thing as merit, but I'm saying it's the way she measures merit.
So this book is unsurprising, because it was pretty clear that South Africa was going to go downhill, and it has gone downhill.
So I thank you for listening to this review.
And while this book contained a lot of information on South Africa, a lot of it is information that I've talked about before.
So I'm just going over the things that are unique to this book.
So have a good evening.
Thank you for listening.
And hail victory, comrades.
And hail
victory, comrades.
And hail victory, comrades.
Greetings, comrades.
This is the trucker coming at you from currently Idaho on a load.
I got from another turn out in Texas coming up here to the northwest.
And, yeah, I just wanted to go on touch base.
What to expect when you're migrating from way back east and coming out here to the homeland.
I was a load coming out of Florida, and I took it up to Wyoming to go and pass it off to another driver and take his load down toward Texas and then get the load I'm currently on.
But, yeah, you're going to be coming across the plane states.
And when they say wide open, you'll find out what we mean by wide open, especially there in eastern Colorado in the foothills, east of Denver, over by Lyman and stuff.
There ain't nothing out there.
So I was running the little bit of interstate, mostly Tulane, going down towards Texas from Wyoming.
And yeah, that was definitely nice and scenic.
But like I say, you can see four miles.
And you think we exaggerate when we say that, but we're not.
And then on this, after I got this trailer I'm currently under down there in Texas, yeah, I run a GPS.
Occasionally I like to go and drift off on other routes.
They're just similar to what I'm given to run, but I thought I'd change it up this time.
And I cut off at client's corners and went up through Santa Fe and ended up going through Pagosa Springs.
And no, I didn't run into the hardware store.
Matter of fact, I didn't even see a hardware store there.
I went through Durango, and that is some gorgeous country up there.
If any of you on your scouting trip decide to cut off at client's corners and go up US-84 into Colorado and then come across on US-160, that's a little slice of heaven there.
It's similar to the homeland, a few feet higher up, like in the 7,000 plus foot range, but...
Yeah, it'll make a nice little area.
I didn't see anything but white skin there, so I thought that was quite nice.
But don't get too distracted.
The scenery, they didn't have much in the way of industrial stuff going on there.
It was mainly just agricultural and farming, a little bit of logging.
Sorry about that, I had to deal with a jackass driver there.
Wouldn't dim as high beams at night, but anyway.
Yeah, so it's reminded me a lot of the Northwest, how green and peaceful it was, and how white the rural areas are and stuff.
Anyway, I would suggest, unless you're really adventuresome, I'm familiar with the area and my vehicle has got a little bit longer legs than what you guys will be running.
I can go like a thousand plus miles without having to worry about looking for fuel stuff if I'm full of fuel.
So I can do better than your three or four hundred mile range in your car.
So I don't have to worry quite so much about looking for gas stations out in some of them desolate areas.
In between the little towns and stuff like that.
So I'd suggest you go and plan your scouting trip or your migration, especially if you're migrating, pulling your own load or hauling your own load or however you're doing it.
It would be definitely advantageous to have a GPS.
I'm assuming most of you have smartphones, so you can find a GPS app that you like, which you can either pay a few bucks for them or get them for free.
And I'd suggest trying it out, tooling around your area to kind of get used to it for, like, planning a little short trip over to wherever, you know.
That way you're familiar with it rather than trying to dive in.
Like, if you go and buy all this camping gear and get out there and you're trying to set up a tent with it.
Without ever having put it together before or using a new camp stove without being familiar with it and you're out there in the middle of nowhere and you can't get your tent set up because, hey, there's a part missing or your stove needs a special tool that you didn't realize because you hadn't tried it before.
Yeah, that would be a kind of a pain in the butt.
I try to check things out beforehand, so that would be a wise, advantageous thing to do.
Just saying.
Like I say, go and print out hard and copy maps if you need to.
Obviously you have some kind of internet access now.
But, you know, GPS is kind of handy.
But I would also have some kind of maps or whatever as a backup.
Because typical electronic devices can crap out and leave you stranded out there in the middle of nowhere if you don't have some kind of map, road atlas, whatever to go by.
So anyway, that's my two cents from the road here.
So this is the trucker signing off for another little segment from the road.
Alright comrades, have a good one and hope to see you making your scouting drip and your migration soon.
This is the trucker signing off from Idaho.
We'll be right back.
We'll be right back.
And here's a little Irish tin whistle for you.
Thank you.
you you you Thank you.
Before I continue, I'm going to do a little spaced repetition here on a subject that I haven't mentioned for a long time.
I'm going to go over something again with you guys that I call the revolutionary tripod.
Bear with me, this is leading into something.
Now, there are known rules and conditions for the success of revolution, as we've learned from our entire experience of the 20th century.
I have refined these rules into something called the revolutionary tripod, although they're not in themselves original with me.
Now, it's absolutely vital for all of us to internalize these rules.
The three objective situations without which actual governmental and societal change on the ground cannot take place.
This is how it's done in the real world, so you guys need to wrap your minds around it.
Condition number one is the party.
There must be a bona fide revolutionary movement in the form of a unified, disciplined, fighting revolutionary party.
This movement must be devoted not towards reforming the existing system, but to seizing the state directly from the hands of the power structure and the subsequent destruction of the old order.
Now, you remember what I said earlier about how the 21st century white man in North America or Europe is incapable of forming such a disciplined party, incapable of working under direction toward a common goal, incapable of being a political soldier who dedicates his life to a cause and after that does what he's told.
Somehow or other, we've got to change that because unless we can transform our inner character from top to bottom, we'll never get this first step accomplished.
With a small number of exceptions, who are largely ineffectual because they have no resources and they're out of position, the white race simply doesn't produce men and women like that anymore.
And I described earlier the type of white boy and white girl we have to work with.
And that ain't gonna cut it.
There is no way that we're gonna make any kind of revolution in this country with Beavis and Butthead and Buffy the Vampire Slayer.
No actual real-world change will ever be produced through endless...
Play with electronic devices.
Getting back to the revolutionary tripod, the second condition is the withdrawal of the consent of the governed.
Okay.
Here, all the electronic stuff is making some progress.
It just needs to move forward a lot faster, and it needs to be a lot more directed and focused.
Chairman Mao said that the people are the sea in which the gorilla swims like a fish.
This is why we must have mass propaganda in education and political work, which I have to concede we're beginning to excel at, although there is still way too much of an atmosphere of play surrounding it.
Our electronic propaganda needs to be directed and focused on the Northwest Republic specifically.
So long as white Americans cling to the false and impossible idea that it's somehow possible to restore the old United States from sea to shining sea and bring back the Brady Bunch, nothing will be accomplished.
There must be a white ethnostate established in North America, and it must be in the Pacific Northwest.
Those are the central ideas that we have to somehow pound into the white man's skull full of mush.
And when we finally make our move, at least a silent majority of the white population must support us and be willing to help us, if only in the negative sense, by standing aside and not helping Zogg.
The population must understand who we are and why we are fighting, and that we are fighting for them.
Any movement that attempts to fight without such support are bandits at best, and bandits are eventually run to earth.
Condition number three, the loss of the monopoly of armed force.
In any revolutionary situation, predicate for victory is that the occupational government and its agencies must lose the credible monopoly of armed force.
It must become possible to defy the oppressor's laws with impunity.
Acts of insurrection and guerrilla warfare must take place.
Actual and serious physical damage must be inflicted on the enemy, and no one must be caught or punished for these acts.
This forces the power structure into acts of atrocity and retaliation against the general population, in their frustration at being unable to locate and apprehend the real guerrillas.
Textbook examples, the resistance to the Americans in Iraq and Afghanistan and against the Jews in Palestine.
I have an advantage over the rest of you in that I have lived in countries where revolution has taken place within living memory.
I know it can be done.
Remember, I've seen it and lived it in Ireland and Rhodesia.
If I have one single message for all of you, it's this.
It can be done.
Not easily, not painlessly, but it can be done.
Some of you have emailed me over the past couple of months claiming that I sound depressed, and I suppose I can see why you might think that, but no, it's not depression.
What you're detecting in me, I think, is an incandescent homicidal rage, because we are blowing it.
Our time has come, our window of opportunity is here, and we are using the last of our precious time to play.
When I was younger, I always believed in something I've spoken of in my novels, a spiritual event that I referred to as The Awakening.
I believed that at some point the existential threat to our race and civilization would become so obvious and so inescapable that even the most dumbass of American white boys would understand, and that once that tipping point arrived, we would finally change.
We would finally cease to be the useless slackers and weaklings that we were and revert to an older type, a previous version of our moral software, so to speak.
I believed that when the time finally came, we would rise to that occasion.
We would dust ourselves off, recognize that playtime was over, and it was time to get back to work.
I see no sign that this is happening.
I'm still hearing, but Hurl, Hurl, you need to give it more time.
Things still ain't bad enough.
Well, they're bad enough so that we should be seeing something other than a lot of middle-aged adolescents screaming in impotent rage on their electronic devices and some silly live-action role-playing at so-called protests.
Where both sides make sure that there is a heavy police presence before they show their butts and throw their urine and have their little pro-wrestling tussles for the iPhone cameras and YouTube.
You see, both the lefty loons, the social justice warriors, the Antifa on one side, and the righty Trumpledors on the other need the police there at these so-called street actions to make sure that no one plays too rough and really gets hurt.
After all, it's just a game.
In Greensboro in 1979, the police were mysteriously absent, and we saw what happened there.
No one wants to see that again, and so all this nonsense is very carefully choreographed.
Real revolutionaries on either side would make sure that the police were nowhere around when they did their thing, or else they would attack the police and the police stations themselves, and not with sticks or plastic bags of feces.
Real revolutionaries would be attacking the police and police facilities not just to eliminate occupation soldiers, but to acquire their weapons and equipment.
That's not happening.
This stuff going on at the so-called free speech rallies where people are screaming and shoving and throwing pee-pee and doo-doo is all LARPing.
Live action role-playing.
You will note that in a country awash with guns, Not one gun has been brought to one of these things, and not one shot has been fired, except here in Seattle some months ago, when a lefty-loon liberal couple at an anti-Trump rally apparently mistook one of their own kind, some kind of punk rocker, for a skinhead and shot him in the leg.
There is also some question as to whether or not this punk asshole was actually trying to rob the couple at the time.
Now, both the man and the woman were arrested and charged, but the case has now dropped way, way out of sight.
And will probably be quietly disposed of out the back door.
In any event, it's atypical.
Look, I'll be honest with you.
Right now, the Northwest Front has hit a wall.
The wall that all our movements and tendencies eventually hit.
The point where there is no longer any alternative but to take it real or crumble away.
The point where I can no longer finesse it.
Or pull some piece of internet razzle-dazzle or tap dance around it or kick the can down the road by writing another novel.
The NF has reached the point where we must receive concrete and material assistance from serious, fully committed adults.
Unfortunately, a lot of this need is quantifiable in money.
Yes, we need to raise a sum of startup working capital.
And this has led to the usual cries of...
Harold's a con man!
Harold's a con man!
I've told you before, people.
Money of the gun.
That's how it's done.
Would you rather I lied to you like the others do?
I'm sorry.
The time has come and we just can't keep on spinning our wheels.
I can't, anyway.
But even more important than money is our need for concrete and material assistance from serious, fully committed adults in the form of people.
Not t-shirt youth.
Not funny little men who hear voices in their heads.
Not slackers looking for a bunkhouse or a basement to crash in in a fridge full of free beer, but mature, skilled, intelligent, and self-disciplined white people who voluntarily give up the pleasures and rewards of conformity in order to change the world by coming here and helping me.
I think that even at my age, and with all my other issues, I could still give it a shot.
If I could get the people and the resources I need within a reasonable length of time before the whole ball of wax just disintegrates.
But I think you all know this already.
Well, let me know what you decide.
Anyway, our time is up for this week's edition of Radio Free Northwest.
This program is brought to you by the Northwest Front, Post Office Box 2188, Bremerton, Washington, 98310.
Or you can go to the party's website at www.northwestfront.org.
This is Harold Covington, and I'll see you next week.
Until then, Sasha Underban.
Freedom.
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