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June 29, 2017 - Radio Free Nortwest - H.A. Covington
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Oh, then tell me, Sean O 'Farrell, tell me why you hurry so.
Push, a wiggle, push and listen, and his cheeks were all aglow.
I bear orders from the captain, get you ready quick and soon, for the bikes must be together by the rising of the moon.
By the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon, for the bikes must be together by the rising of the moon.
Oh, then tell me, Sean O 'Farrell, where the gathering is to be.
In the old spot by the river, rifle known to you and me.
One word roar for signal, token whistle, up an arching tune.
For your bike upon your shoulder by the rising of the moon.
By the rising of the moon.
By the rising of the moon.
Which are by, upon your shore, by the rising of the moon Out from many a mud wall cabin eyes were watching through the night Many a manly chest was throbbing for the blessed morning light Wars passed along the valleys like the man she's lonely crew And a thousand blades were flashing at the rising of the moon At the rising of the
moon, at the rising of the moon And a thousand blades were flashing at the rising of the moon you It's June the 29th, 2017.
I'm Harold Covington, and this is Radio Free Northwest.
Let me start off with a couple of items of internal introspection, which I'll try to keep as brief as possible.
Several days ago, I posted on SendSpace.com a long audio file on the subject of movement homosexuals, which is a topic so personally distasteful to me, and I'm sure to everybody else, that I declined to put that audio on RFN proper.
Suffice it to say that one of the many problems the so-called alt-right has is this idea that, to quote our media-selected fearless leader Richard Spencer, homosexuality is no big deal.
Uh, yeah.
It is most certainly a very big deal, but I've already commented on that once this week.
There has been a lot of chatter of late on Twitter, and also on various party media down through the years, about who we should admit to our ranks.
Some of this is the old wheeze non-issue of who is white, as if genetic instinct isn't enough, or failing all else, the old Christian identity concept of blood in the face isn't enough.
How many or how few drops of non-white blood need to be present before we cast someone into outer darkness?
I personally have always clung to this idea, curiously antiquated even back in my time, that the white resistance ought to be, well, you know, white.
I'm sorry, I just don't think our leaders should be self-admitted, out-of-the-closet, full-blown Jews like Mike Enoch and Mike Cernovich, but, as in so much else, I'm kind of a minority here.
There has also been a lot of chatter on Twitter and Gab and YouTube and presumably Facebook as well as to what kind of past personal peccadillos, mostly sexual, absolutely prohibit someone from ever participating in white nationalism.
There, once again, I seem to be a real old fuddy-duddy.
Now, I'm going to give you guys an example of the way things should be in a movement of adults who are seriously dedicated to the 14 words and who take all this stuff seriously.
As many of you know, I badly need help here.
At least one reliable assistant who is significantly younger than I am.
Someone who still has some tread left on the tire.
Someone intelligent and articulate and loyal and selfless who can deputize for me and take up the slack in my absence.
One of the people I talked to a while back about possibly coming out here to Bremerton and filling this position was someone I'll call Comrade Martin.
I will give you no more information about Martin except that, in my opinion, after some years of internet acquaintanceship, assuming he reads just as well in person as he did online, I think Martin could do the job.
But he has declined to come here and declined to participate publicly in the Northwest Front in any way.
He has explained to me why, and with sadness and regret, I have to agree with him.
He won't become openly involved with the ENF because if his name and his past were ever publicly associated with us by the media, it would be very bad PR and give the enemy yet another stick to beat us with.
One more in a seemingly endless list of excruciating embarrassments.
And the hell of it is, this time, I honestly don't think it's his fault.
He provided me with internet links and I familiarized myself with his situation and frankly, I think it was just plain piss poor bad luck that he ended up in this bad place.
But it is what it is and neither he nor I can change what it is.
In his younger days, Martin had an experience that is becoming more and more common for young white men as we have become more and more niggerized in Obama's America.
He had a close encounter with the law and with our broken judicial system.
You will note that I don't say Martin broke the law.
He was pulled into the mangling machine and ground up in a hamburger.
I should mention that this was neither a sex nor a drug-related thing.
It was just one of those sudden catastrophes that lurk in wait throughout American life and which can fall on people's heads like a Bugs Bunny cartoon anvil at any time.
On passant, one of the worst aspects of living in the society is the terrible, terrible uncertainty and complete lack of any personal security at all in anything.
That's what happens in a world with no underpinning of moral authority and no sense of right and wrong, which is what Obama's America is.
Whatever you do manage to accumulate in the way of family and fortune and happiness, it can all vanish in an instant in a hundred different ways.
This is one reason why so many white people are terrified of becoming involved in white nationalism in any way.
They're not so much afraid of anything specific happening to them, like Antifa showing up at their door or any crap like that, as they are of being victimized and crushed by America in a dozen different ways as the price that political correctness exacts for being different.
Nor is that an unreasonable fear.
And when you wake up in the morning, it's always possible that some stupid piece of American bullshit is going to happen to you.
Or you will have been pulled into the machine and you'll be in danger of losing everything.
This has happened to me several times down through the years, the last time as recently as two years ago.
You couldn't even really say that Martin made a bad decision.
He did something that tens of thousands of people, if not more, do every day, and in most cases no one ever even knows because nothing happens.
Martin just drew the short straw.
In his case, through that ineffable and unknowable combination of random circumstances that we call fate, it went south in a particularly bad way.
Just plain piss-poor bad luck.
The optics were very bad.
As near as I can figure from what I read on the internet, it looked a lot worse on paper than it was.
But Martin got it in the neck.
Being white and male and therefore the fount of all evil in a politically correct culture certainly didn't help.
Anyway, Martin is now forever marked as one of the top ten evil white men, or kinds of evil white men, that this society demonizes.
Not the top five.
I repeat, this is not a sex or drug thing, but he is simply not someone that I can have standing behind me in a suit when I do press conferences, which is where all this assistant and great project thing is trying to head.
He knows this, and he was completely upfront with me about it.
That's how a genuinely committed white nationalist conducts himself if he finds himself in that kind of situation.
If his name and presence becomes toxic to the movement, Regardless of circumstances and regardless of whose fault it was, a compromised or dubious individual who truly believes in the cause and who is not in it for his own ego or his own weird personal agenda stays away from any public involvement that might cause damage or embarrassment, Craig Cobb.
I have seen this situation in many forms down through the years.
When someone has become so obsessed with the movement, or with his ego, or his personal agenda, or else the movement has become a business and a source of livelihood to him, or he's an exhibitionist who's hooked on the television cameras and he confuses a media feeding frenzy of hatred with celebrity, which is not the same thing.
Basically, the white nationalist movement is like potato chips.
It's addictive.
Completely unsuitable and undesirable individuals get hooked.
And they will not give up their fix.
So they hang on like grim death, no matter how much damage and embarrassment their activities cause.
And we frankly have no way of removing undesirables from the movement, other than the one method which would surefire work, but which we have neither the physical courage nor the organizational competence to use.
We won't do the necessary, so these people keep destroying us.
But then that's the movement's whole story, isn't it?
I just thought you guys might be interested to know that there really are some more of us old-school types out there who really do put the common good before our own desires and pleasures and ego.
We're an increasingly rare species, true, but there's still some of us hiding in the brush.
Okay, moving right along here, and I spoke about this, what, six months ago?
More like a year ago, I think.
Damn, time flies when you're having fun.
But the issue has arisen again.
There are new listeners who didn't hear it before, and so it's spaced repetition time again.
Guys, every day when I log on to the internet, every time I go to the post office box, I receive long, detailed, personal emails and old-fashioned letters from all kinds of white people, many of them people of my own generation, but also from Generation Xers and Millennials and Europeans and teenage kids and genuinely curious and interested people.
I mean, long.
Long letters and emails.
Some of them what I call soul outpours, wherein I am the first white racial nationalist person these people have ever addressed.
The first other person to whom they have dared to say out loud what they've been thinking and feeling for most of their lives.
No kidding.
That actually happens a lot.
And those communications can be really long and detailed and emotional, put it that way.
But I also receive frequent, lengthy, detailed letters and emails from people making intelligent and germane comments, asking sincere and legitimate questions, asking me for guidance, letters and emails which demand and deserve lengthy, detailed, and thoughtful responses from me.
In many cases, you're not getting those responses, or else it's taking an unconscionable length of time, and I'm not responding fully or with the detail that your inquiry or comments merit.
It's a very common experience for people to write me a long, long letter or email and ten days later get a monosyllabic grunt in reply.
That shouldn't be.
I once again would like to apologize to all those among you who have an email sitting somewhere in the queue or a letter that has gone unanswered.
I will not offer you an excuse, but I can offer you an explanation.
Kind of.
If you get the difference.
Those of you who receive the party's organizational letters or orglets will be aware of the combination of personal, political, financial, medical, and general logistic considerations regarding me and my work, which may loosely be described as the Situation, with a capital S. Usually, when something is not working right on my end, there is a reason for it.
It's because the Situation.
One of the more problematic aspects of the situation is the fact that, due to all the various unpleasant neighbors who are listening in over the back fence, I can't talk about the situation.
I would give whatever right extremity you would care to name if I could somehow just take all of you, the thousands of visitors every week to our websites, my 1,200 plus Twitter followers, all of you...
Sort through you and toss maybe as many as half of you for being police or NGO spies or silly little antifas and trolls from the local community college or media or weirdos with strange non-14 words agendas or just plain useless idiots.
Anyway, get rid of that bunch.
And then take the rest of you, the ones who at least potentially are in fact worth a bucket of warm spit, and sit you down in some big auditorium where I could talk to you face to face, openly, freely, without fear of giving away information that would be used by others in an attempt to do harm.
I would like to give you a kind of...
I'd like to explain to you in detail just what the hell has been going on for the past 20 years, explain how exactly the Northwest Front and I personally got into our present state of affairs, and tell you clearly and without fear or favor exactly what has to be done and what specifically I need from each one of you right now to create the Northwest American Republic.
But I can't do that.
My inability to talk about the situation is one of the worst and most frustrating aspects of the situation.
But I can't talk about that.
Because if I did, that would be, you know, talking about it.
Which I can't do.
Got it?
Good.
I'm glad we cleared that up.
*music*
Remember when you ran away and I got on my knees and begged you not to leave because I go berserk?
Well, you left me anyhow, and then the days got worse and worse, and now you see I've gone completely out of my mind.
And they're coming to take me away, ha ha, they're coming to take me away, ho ho, he hee, ha ha, to the funny farm where life is beautiful all the time.
And I'll be happy to see those nice young men in their clean white coats and they're coming to take me away, ha ha!
You thought it was a joke and so you laughed, you laughed when I had said that losing you would make me flip my lid.
Right?
You know you laughed, I heard you laughed, you laughed, you laughed and laughed and then you left, but now you know I'm utterly mad.
And they're coming to take me away, ha ha, they're coming to take me away, ho ho, he hee, ha ha, to the happy home with trees and flowers and chirping birds and basket weavers who sit and smile and twiddle their thumbs and toes and they're coming to take me away, ha ha ha ha!
Well, you just wait.
They'll find you yet.
And when they do, they'll put you in the ASPCA, you mangy mutt.
And they're coming to take me away.
Ha-ha-ha.
They're coming to take me away.
Ho-ho.
Hee-hee.
Ha-ha.
It's a funny farm where life is beautiful all the time.
And I'll be happy to see those nice young men in their clean white coats And they're coming to take me away!
To the happy home with trees and flowers and chirping birds and basket weavers Who sit and smile and fiddle and thumbs and toes And they're coming to take me away!
To the plenty farm where life is beautiful The
End Good evening, comrades.
Tonight I'm going to be discussing Maya, Reality is an Illusion.
These are a series of essays with various contributors, but they are all essentially revolving around the ideas and the writings of Miguel Serrano.
This book deals with two intertwined topics.
One is meditation, especially the awakening of the kondalindus chakra and becoming aware of the astral body.
The student should adhere to a sattvic vegetarian diet and spend several minutes each day sitting quietly.
The exercise should take no more than an hour and should not interfere with normal life.
The ultimate purpose of all this is to disconnect from the world as we know it, which is filled with propaganda to distract our minds.
This book presents a rather fantastic alternative to reality as we know it.
In fact, one might even question whether this book should be discussed on this show.
I only do so because I assume that the things that are in this book are not really a secret anymore.
Really no more secret than the myth of the Easter Bunny is.
And that is, we're dealing here with the famous Agatha or Antarctica Missos.
The story goes that Miguel Serrano received a letter from a famous writer.
And this letter was supposedly sent from U-boat 209.
And it was dated April 20, 1947.
Now, this letter stated that it came from inside of the Hollow Earth in Agatha, and that the crew were there.
They could not leave, although they were not prisoners, but they're in Agatha with these other superior beings, and that they had found...
Now, the theme...
The name of the Black Sun runs throughout this work, and indeed it may refer ultimately to the black hole in the middle of our galaxy.
And indeed, there seem to be black holes really in the center of all galaxies and are probably part of the formation of galaxies.
It also refers to a type of energy generation produced through implosion.
And this is having a reverse axis implosion that creates a cold center.
So it sounds like probably this idea of cold fusion, perhaps.
And this apparently causes the levitation of crafts, which were developed that could fly backwards, stop instantly, and attain very high speeds.
This wasn't always simple because conventional components did not work well with this type of craft.
And also supposedly these crafts were problematic because they could cause electromagnetic disturbances.
However, by 1939, the first large flying disc was created.
Because this was all so advanced, it was kept from the public and also from falling into the hands of the enemy because they knew that the war was really about to start.
And eventually, this technology became so advanced that portals to other worlds opened.
At a certain point, it was decided that the profane war, as this book puts it, didn't matter, and a choice was supposedly made to focus most of the energy...
That they had that they would have put into the war effort to really create a base in Antarctica and that the war was essentially something of a smokescreen.
Although for some reason, this book does claim that these weapons were used to some extent in the Ardennes.
But too much use of them would have distorted reality and also they would have put plans for Antarctica at risk.
Now, New Swabenland is discussed.
Apparently, it was discovered in 1938, and at that point, supposedly, it was found to be an oasis of lakes on an otherwise frozen continent.
It is true that Admiral Richard Byrd did go down to that area for what would have been a nine-month stay, but left after eight weeks.
Similarly, it is said that when America went to the moon, it was found to be occupied, and so the Allies only went there once.
Now, it is claimed in this book that the real Hess was actually not in prison, but it was a duplicate Hess in prison, and that the real Hess was living on the moon.
Years ago, someone wrote into Stormfront, and they stated that there was a huge colony of elite Germans that were hidden in Antarctica.
And various arguments went back and forth on this subject, questioning whether it was real or plausible, until someone wrote in with a very brilliant comment.
And said, well, if you really think there is this group of elite Germans hiding in Antarctica and ready to come and liberate the Earth, then why are you outing them on Stormfront, which is a highly monitored website?
And this statement struck me as very keen observation and indeed very brilliant.
There again, considering this concept, I contemplate that if a colony was indeed found on the moon and another found in Antarctica, and if the situation was such that these colonies were so advanced or so mysterious that the Allies could in fact do nothing about them,
if that is in fact the case, Then I suppose I'm not revealing anything on here that is so unknown, if indeed such a thing were real in the first place.
So, of course, this viewpoint leads me to ask a lot of questions.
The most obvious would be that if you did have...
Actual super weapons with space-age technology, then for heaven's sakes, why not just win the war?
I know they're making claims for electromagnetic disturbances and etc.
Maybe that's true, although that sounds almost like something of an excuse.
Also, too, how would one develop these large flying disks in Germany, in the Black Forest, and in secret?
I suppose they could have developed them underground.
There was some history of doing things like that in Germany with smaller planes, but if you're talking about large flying disks, it seems difficult to do that.
This book talks about unknown directors, and I'm presuming those are the Alderbaran, which are talked about on the internet.
It says these are a benevolent force.
If they're so benevolent, I don't know why they didn't want to win the war.
And one has to ask...
Is this idea of Antarctica or a Gotha or a moon colony, is this actually real as intangible, or is this a spiritual notion?
And if there were such advanced beings and /or individuals who had crossed over into this advanced realm, would they really care for the Earth anymore?
And even more grimly, if such a colony did indeed exist in Antarctica, and it was indeed found by the United States military, would it still exist today?
Now, I did look up this new Swabenland area in Antarctica, and it was declared a part of Germany in 1938, but it was not developed until the Greg von Neumeier station came about in 1981.
Now, in 1992, there was a Neumeier 2 station built, and in 2009, a Neumeier 3. Now, pictures of this station appear on YouTube and on the web.
In reality, this appears to be an ordinary research station.
There are some conspiracy theorists that will look at Time-lapsed photography of the station, and they will talk about various scenes that contain reflected light, and also they will look at oddly shaped clouds or various objects,
such as what likely is a weather balloon appearing above the station, and they will try to discern if there is anything odd about this station.
Honestly, while I know there are things like reflected light, for example, and things of that sort, and clouds, honestly, I'm not convinced there's necessarily anything odd about this station.
You can always cherry-pick images if you like, but I tend to be very much a skeptic.
It is claimed in this book...
That the war was actually won in a kind of anti-Earth or opposite Earth.
This idea of an opposite Earth has been around since the ancient Greeks, but apparently, according to official reports, there's no reason to believe in this, as there doesn't seem to be any scientific evidence.
Also, this book makes the claim that there was a kind of duality about Hitler.
One aspect of Hitler was an avatar who, in fact, wanted to, as this book puts it, win by losing.
That he, as an avatar, this was somehow a mission of his to have this war and to lose it, which doesn't really make sense, but that's what the book claims.
But it also claims that he had a Fuhrer aspect, and this Fuhrer aspect did actually want to actually win the war.
So either this is a very profound alternative reality that is being proclaimed in this book, or it is a very Nice way of essentially sweetening the end of the world for all of us, which literally the losing this war essentially was.
It's very hard to even make sense of the claims in this book because they do seem so scattered.
I mean, there's talk of Antarctica, there's talk of the moon, there's talk of this anti-Earth.
Perhaps even realms farther away going through this black hole, apparently.
So it's very hard to make any kind of logical, linear sense out of it all.
I'm just trying to do the best I can with it.
And certainly, there's nothing wrong with meditation.
There's nothing wrong with...
Trying to rethink reality and trying to rethink what you're given.
Apparently, Miguel Serrano has written a great deal, a lot of it being in Spanish.
This was one of the, perhaps one of the only or one of the few English language books that I could easily find.
There may be some others that I could perhaps try to find at some point.
So I thank you very much for listening.
Have a good evening and hail victory comrades.
We're going to do what they say can be done.
We've got a long way to go.
Any short time to get there, I'm westbound just like a band that runs.
If you come hard on the belt, the sun will remind you to break.
Let it all hang out cause we gotta run the base.
Now the birds and the birds...
Oh.
Greetings, comrades.
This is the trucker coming at you from Idaho.
And as I've never been over on the other side of the pond and I'm not really familiar with the mindset and all of you over there in the British Isles or Great Britain or whatever you guys go by, it just baffles the hell out of me how I keep hearing on different podcasts and seeing Twitter messages and things on Facebook and stuff about...
The crap that's coming out of your part of the world.
What the hell are you guys thinking?
Save a life?
Bin a knife?
Give me a break.
I have been carrying, with the exception of my stint in Navy boot camp and great mistakes, I have been carrying a knife since.
My early teenage years or maybe even before that.
A little pocket knife and stuff.
Always had a knife.
I've got two blades on me right now.
A buck folder and I don't know if you'd classify it as a knife.
I'm sure it would get you thrown in jail over there.
But a Gerber tool.
I don't know if you guys can legally carry one of those or not.
I also have two.45s on me.
And another one within reach.
And back there at the sleeper, I've got a 12-gauge disassembled, but I've got probably about 70 rounds for it and stuff.
That's just for self-protection out here on the road.
Do I need them on a daily basis?
No.
I hope like hell I don't.
But at least I'm prepared enough where I can defend myself and my wife if something happens on the road.
So I'd like to hear from some of you over there in Great Britain and other parts of the world, what do you all do for self-defense?
I mean, I keep seeing there's a Twitter group, EDC, your everyday carry, and people are posting their everyday carry, the stuff they have, and they show a picture of a wallet, a money clip.
And maybe a little itty-bitty pocket knife and a pen.
And I'm looking at that going, holy crap.
Normally, especially if I'm at home or in an area where my carry permit is good, I've got a 1911 on me.
I have two magazines for it.
I've got my other two little.45s.
Extra ammunition for both those.
The buck folder.
The Gerber tool.
Flashlight.
You guys are going, flashlight?
What do you need a flashlight for?
I said, even in daytime, I've got a flashlight on me all the time.
Because you never know when you're going to be in a building and have the power go out.
Well, that never happens.
The power is always on.
Well, I ended up over there in Illinois a few years back.
Stopped at a truck parking area behind a C-Store, went inside to use the bathroom, and they said, well, we're closed.
I said, your sign says 24 hours.
Well, we don't have any power.
I said, okay.
Well, there's no lights in here.
I pulled out a flashlight.
Oh, okay.
Well, go on back there and use the bathroom.
But, yeah, that comes in handy.
Like I say, I always have a knife on me and stuff.
It may sound silly, but...
I'm surprised at the amount of people nowadays that don't even carry a knife.
Oh, come on.
Everybody, I don't care pretty much who you are, should be packing at least some kind of blade on you and stuff, because that makes sense, because there's boxes to cut open.
Ties or twine to go uncut and all that.
Do I necessarily use my blade every day?
No, but I've always got it on me.
Anyway, so sorry to hear about the incident over there in Great Britain with that Islamic goat rapist that blew himself up and took about 20 or so of the other British lives with him.
But it's one of those, you guys really need to stand up and be able to defend yourselves.
Yeah, we know, or I know we have had incidents over here, but they always seem to go for the soft targets, for the gun-free or weapons-free zones.
Well, wherever I am is not weapons-free because I don't care about the sign.
I always have something on me.
I mean, the least I have is one of my.45s on me, unless I end up having to go into a courthouse through a metal detector.
I've gone to customers that have all these stupid signs up, no weapons allowed.
Yeah, right.
Just waltz right on past them.
Shopping areas, no firearms allowed.
Yeah, right.
Walk right on by them.
Criminals do.
Johnny Jihad is sure as hell gonna, because he knows that there's not going to be anybody in there to be able to fire back at him.
Because it's a weapons-free zone.
Well, y 'all need to start standing up for yourselves.
Even us over here in the United States.
Get your carry permit.
Start packing.
If your state doesn't allow you to get a carry permit, you're living in the wrong state.
You need to be living, hopefully, in the homeland.
Where Washington, it's fingerprint and a background check in about a week to two weeks, and you have your concealed carry permit come from the state of Washington, and it's good in like 29 other states.
Oregon's not one of them.
But hopefully we'll be getting the national reciprocity taken care of.
That won't matter, but that way you can go and carry in all the states if you have a permit, but over there in the weapons-free zone of New Jersey, Connecticut, Maryland, Massachusetts, all those, New York, New York City.
Why in the hell are you living in New York City?
Come on, get the hell out of there.
But anyway, people over there and...
I guess it's easier to get a concealed carry permit now in Illinois than it is, and a gun in Illinois than it is over there in the East Coast, where you guys are at.
But anyway, so I need to go and get this moving to the homeland thing taken care of, because the longer you wait, the harder it's going to be.
I'm out here, got my 10 stakes in the homeland.
I've had it since.
Been living out here and have never lived anywhere since else, since I got transferred up here to the Northwest back in 1980.
Did a couple of years down in Oregon, but it was still part of the homeland.
And been living in the Pugetopolis area ever since, so it's a nice area.
Yeah, there's a lot of liberals out here, but hey, maybe we can get them displaced and get this show on the road.
So anyway, alright, this is the Trucker, signing off from Idaho, and I hope to see you making your migration and scouting trips out here to the homeland soon.
It's a good time of year.
It's pretty much quit snowing now.
We had a little snow late last week.
Just before Memorial Day holiday weekend, a couple of our drivers had hit snow there in Colorado and Wyoming, but hey, it's pretty much done.
Yeah, you might end up having a freak snowstorm every once in a while, but it's pretty much done with unless you're in really high elevations.
All right, this is the Trucker signing off from Idaho.
Take it easy, conference, and see you out here in the homeland soon.
We're bound to die, we're 18-wheeler old men, we're gonna do what they say can do, no.
We've got a long way to go.
Any short time you get there Somewhere's found just a bunch of bandit run Outro Music Thank you.
This is Sinead O 'Connor from the soundtrack to the movie Michael Collins, which is a flick that everybody listening to this should have seen, and if you haven't, see it.
My own love said to me My mother behind And my
father won't slight you For your lack of kind He went away from me And
this he did say It will not be long low Till our wedding day
He went away from me And he moved through
the fair And slowly I watched him Move here and move there He went his way homeward With
one star awake As the swan in the evening Moves over the lake I
dreamed last night That my own
love came in He came in so sweetly His feet made no den He stepped close
beside me And this he did say It will not be long low Till our wedding day Till our wedding day Till our wedding day
Till our wedding day I will not be long I will not be long low Till our wedding day I will not be long low Till
our wedding day you Thank you.
Thank you.
Okay, now for the grimly serious part of the podcast.
Now, since we're going to be toe-dancing along the line again, let me repeat.
Ah, crap, you've heard it all before.
And I don't feel like repeating it yet again.
Let's just take all the usual ritual disclaimers as read.
Now, there are a lot of people, or should I say identities or accounts on the internet, who, for a variety of reasons, claim to be white nationalist movement old hands from back in the day.
Most of these identities are, shall we say, not as advertised, but I got an email from someone whom I happen to know is a genuine movement old hand, responding to my comments last week on stochastic terrorism, and I quote, Harold, the fact is that if we as a people can't get our act together, we might just be compelled to use stochastic terrorism, or at least take psychological and propaganda advantage of these price tag attacks, as you call them.
If not, who's going to get the job done?
I see no sign that anyone in the so-called alt-right is preparing for or is even interested in actual resistance with a simple, clear, and attainable political objective.
You and I are too old.
We can't do it.
How else do we light the fire and get things started?
Actually, I've heard that point of view discussed before, although never by someone with this guy's serious track record, which includes prison time for actual, real-world stuff that hurt the enemy, not just tapping on a keyboard or smartphone screen.
I have heard a number of people say down through the years when referring to price tag attacks, although that wasn't what they were called in those days, that since basically white males as a whole...
Are a bunch of useless chicken shits and are too weak, timid, and frightened ever to do anything that entails even a modicum of personal risk, then we're going to have to fall back on relying on the funny little men who hear voices in their heads.
The ones who have been driven too batshit crazy by the misery and the pain of life in politically correct America to understand the concept of consequences for actions.
The young men who have no future here, and who understand that they have no future, who have retreated into some weird little fantasy world of their own because this one has simply been rendered too agonizingly painful to live in.
The guys who don't have the sense to be afraid of police and prisons and orange jumpsuits and poison needles in the arm because they lack the imagination to envision anything bad ever happening to them.
The boys and men, whom life in Barack Obama and Hillary Clinton's America, has filled with such utter hopeless despair that they genuinely just don't give a damn anymore, and so the deterrent effect of the police and prisons and laws has simply evaporated like the morning dew.
Come to think of it, when all hope is gone, why should there be any deterrent?
There are a lot of these people out there, and they're not all young white males.
Triggering these loons and manipulating them into some spectacular and flamboyant act of violence that can, with effort, be spun as some kind of political or racial resistance thing instead of an act of madness, while maintaining credible and, more importantly, legal deniability, is an art that we supposedly need to develop, according to this theory.
Kind of like that 1970s movie Telefon, where maybe we can be the ones who give these guys a call and tell them they have miles to go before they sleep.
Give me some way to trigger them all at once and guide them toward high-value targets, the destruction of which would bring about actual change.
And this idea might actually be worth discussing, but that's not the way it works in real life.
Any serious attempt on our part to do something like that with our smartphones and Twitter accounts would probably just get the accounts canceled and get a bunch of us arrested.
Although the actual charges would be interesting to hear.
Now, this term or concept of stochastic terrorism is a fairly recent invention.
Like I said last week, it's something the liberals made up a few years ago to try and drive Fox News off the air, but the idea has been around for a while, at least since the 1990s, so it predates the internet.
I remember Tom Metzger tried it against me on his recorded telephone message in the early 1990s.
Metzger was pissed off because I wouldn't stop talking about his little arrangement with Morris Dees that was exposed in the Montgomery Advertiser newspaper, and so he attempted to incite his skinhead children of the night or whatever to assault me through shouting out my home address and phone number, while Metzger himself stayed nice and safe behind his answering machine in San Diego, of course.
No one ever took Metzger up on his invitation to break the law, but later, in 95, as I recall, Metzger actually did the same thing with two police officers in Kentucky who had murdered one of his kids named Blaine Qualls, and nothing was ever done about that by way of legal action, which always surprised me.
Anyway, where was I?
Okay, the theory goes that white males are too lame ever to take up arms to defend their own existence or anything else.
And if it can't be done on an electronic screen from Mom's basement while swilling Pabst Blue Ribbon and Red Bull and chowing down on Hot Pockets and Pop-Tarts, then it ain't gonna get done.
Now, we will, for the moment, sidestep the issue of just how accurate this assessment is in real life and continue on with the theory that the only way we're ever going to punish any of these people, obtain any justice, or possibly compel any change in these people's behavior is by mastering the art of prodding feeble-minded, mentally ill basket cases into picking up a gun and going berserk somewhere.
This idea is, of course, cruel and callous in the extreme, since it treats our racial brothers and sons as expendable cannon fodder.
But there's another problem.
It simply wouldn't work.
First and foremost, stochastic terrorism is unreliable.
When you need a right-wing death squad, you need one now, you need one directed at a specific target, and you need one sufficiently competent to do the job and then run away and live to fight another day, not go berserk with a gun, kill a whole bunch of people including maybe a high-value target or two, and then get into his car, drive aimlessly until the highway patrol pulls him over for some minor traffic violation, and surrender like a little lamb.
There is no way I can see, no technique or secret plan, that might weaponize these funny little men who hear voices in their heads to the point where they could be used for any specific purpose.
The one invaluable asset these sad men have is that they are too stupid or crazy or millennial to perceive any connection between behavior and consequences.
They are literally too stupid or crazy to feel fear.
That can be a powerful weapon, but not if it is going to be squandered in some pointless hissy fit that destroys the weapon without doing any real damage to the enemy and without bringing about any change at all.
Always, always remember, our mission is not to kill people.
Our mission is to free people.
Our people.
Philosophers have explained the world.
Our task is to change it, and I hate to quote Karl Marx, but hey, if the shoe fits.
The great poet Ezra Pound once wrote something to the effect of, the trouble with modern warfare is that you can never kill the right people.
If and when we manage to screw our courage to the sticking point, as Shakespeare said, we need to bear all that I just said in mind.
So, the next question this old movement hand I mentioned came up with.
If the Republic is not built on a mass wave of shootings by lunatics who think they're being commanded by the galactic quantum lords on the dark side of the moon, then how will it happen?
And by it, both he and I mean, for the purposes of this discussion, the commencement of direct action for change.
Well, obviously, my first response is that it might not happen at all, at least not in time to preserve anything even remotely resembling the existing United States.
Never mind establish a white ethnostate here in the Pacific Northwest.
Look, I'm not blind to the possibility that white males may really be too chicken shit and too morally degraded actually ever to do anything except sob and scream and curse and wring their hands on the internet through their electronic devices.
All I can say is, if that's true, then we're all going to die.
The earth will briefly be inherited by niggers, who will kill the Jews who try to control them, and then the niggers and the mestizos will have a long battle that will destroy what's left of Western civilization, the infrastructure, the highways, the buildings, etc.
And then the Chinese and the Muslims will have a gigantic face-off over the ruins, and whatever's left of the globe after that won't be worth living on.
My one consolation is that Mexicans, Muslims, and Chinese all despise queers, and so the bugger boys will all die screaming, hopefully with assorted foreign objects rammed up their asses.
But if it actually happens, how?
Okay, I've said it before and I'll say it again.
Police, and to a lesser degree military, are crucial to the future in one way or the other.
So long as the police are still being...
And being paid in money that will actually buy things in what remains of some semblance of the old American consumer society, not government script or whatever, and so long as that situation pertains, then things will be dodgy.
Even if it does blow up and some kind of NVA does arise, enough of the police will remain loyal to their paychecks to mean that the initial conflict on the ground will be between the rebels and the police.
That probably means a lot of white-on-white bloodshed.
White men killing each other because of the very presence of niggers and muds on this continent.
Just like the first time.
I won't crystal ball gaze about rebel versus military at this stage, because by the time such a contingency arises, the conditions in this country will be so different from what they are now that we really have no reasonable basis for speculation.
It could be anything from provisional IRA to Mad Max, or anything in between.
I do need to remind you guys that full-court American military presses in Iraq and Afghanistan and Vietnam weren't exactly successful when faced with determined local people who just plain don't want Americans and their bullshit around.
The problem is, of course, somehow turning Homer Simpson and Pajama Boys and Mom's Basement Dwelling Geeks into...
something else.
The only thing I know that can do that is actual National Socialism.
The real stuff.
The right stuff.
The Fuhrer's private stock, as opposed to Hollywood Nazism, which is not the same thing, a very inferior article.
But for the purpose of moral transformation, a secular nationalism and spirit of freedom and rebellion against tyranny isn't a bad substitute.
That's worked in a number of places in the past, including Ireland.
Now, we're looking long-term at a Soviet-style breakup of the American Empire.
That's what's coming whether we want it or not.
And it may happen, or at least begin, during Donald Trump's first term.
We'd best come up with a plan to deal with it.
Oh, wait, we already did.
It's called the Northwest Imperative.
Well, the time is up for this week's edition of Radio Free Northwest.
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This is Harold Covington, and I'll see you next week.
Until then, Sasha Underban.
Freedom.
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