Sept. 14, 2017 - Radio Free Nortwest - H.A. Covington
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Oh, then tell me, Sean O 'Furl, 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 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 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.
With your eyes upon your shoulder 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 warning light.
The heart passed along the valleys like the man she's lonely crew.
And a thousand blades were flashing at the rising of the moon.
At the rising of the moon, at the rising of the moon.
And a thousand days were flushing out, rising all the moon.
It's September the 14th, 2017.
I'm Harold Covington, and this is Radio Free Northwest.
I tell you what, this week, let's do something different.
Let's let Gretchen kick it off.
Let's let Gretchen kick it off.
Good evening, comrades.
Tonight I'm going to be discussing John Richardson's Nietzsche's New Darwinism.
And, of course, the thesis of this work is understanding Nietzsche via Darwinism.
Richardson claims, and I would say rightly so, that Nietzsche was strongly influenced by the ideas of Darwinism, and also, I suppose, by the ideas of Herbert Spencer.
But at the same time, Nietzsche is also extremely competitive with probably both of these authors.
And indeed, one could call Nietzsche an early sociobiologist.
And he comes up really with the idea of memes along before Dawkins.
Of course, he speaks of it in different terms.
One of the arguments that Nietzsche makes is he talks about how Darwin claims that organisms are selected for survival.
Well, this is...
Not entirely wrong.
What Darwin actually says is that organisms can have helpful traits, which end up resulting in a greater chance for survival.
Again, this is probably not a misreading by Nietzsche.
It's doubtful that Nietzsche misread very much of anything.
But it's Nietzsche trying to distinguish himself from Darwin.
And this is necessary because he so deeply believes in Darwinism.
Now, Nietzsche, of course, what he really wants is to go further than Darwinism.
He's interested in how natural selection can relate to social selection which has created society.
Herbert Spencer, who wrote about social Darwinism, he's also interested in humans as organisms who are engaged in a struggle for survival.
However, ultimately, at least according to this book, and this is the first time I've ever read this interpretation, apparently Herbert Spencer was something of an idealist who believed that societies would perhaps inspire Nietzsche,
however, places a strong value on these issues of freedom, radical honesty, and also power.
And so he sees Spencer as being too utopian.
And, of course, Nietzsche believes that society has taken humanity astray and wants to bring us all back into a state of health, Strength and instinct.
But are we simply to return to the primitive?
Well, anyone who is familiar with Nietzsche's writings Would not believe such a simplistic analysis because in addition to being restored to this vigorous health, Nietzsche writes of great tasks which are well beyond a simple return to some primitive lifestyle.
And he talks about how we need to become hard and detached and very much reconsider and rethink our values and rethink them in terms of their evolution.
So, Nietzsche sees values as being created by drives, and he's also a very hierarchical thinker.
And in his ideal society, there would be this sort of a herd, as he calls it, that would support the nobles.
And these nobles would live a life of self-denial for spiritual reasons, and they would be a group of elites who would be very self-aware.
And they're also the fertile ground from which the ubermensch would appear.
And this individual would be an innovator.
So it's an interesting combination of both a kind of conservatism, but also something new.
Now, Richardson states, and I would agree with this, that Nietzsche is most concerned with levels of intellectual freedom.
Nietzsche is not really one to focus on issues of economic and political inequalities.
And those are the kind of inequalities that are spoken of, of course, most in today's world.
If there's a newscaster or something like that speaking of inequality, they're always speaking of it in terms of economics and politics.
But at any rate, this proposed herd would really have all the happiness that it wants.
And of course, all of this is coming about because now that we have this notion of Darwinism, and it's really very surprising that no one ever came up with Darwinism until really such a late date.
It's really quite odd that this was not thought of much earlier in human history.
But at any rate, this is a time when society is becoming very much self-aware.
Richardson is writing this book, and he's trying to make Nietzsche a bit more comprehensive and maybe even more palatable to the reader, if that's possible.
And he spends a lot of time discussing this notion of will to power and its relationship to natural selection.
Whether it is some primal force that perhaps would exist prior to natural selection, or whether it is a product of natural selection.
At the end of the day, I'm not sure if it entirely matters how this author decides what will to power is or how we decide it is, but Nietzsche simply believed that this power, that it drove survival.
Any who questioned the importance of power in selection and in survival, they were not being honest in their Darwinism.
Nietzsche has, of course, this idea that conventional values were made for a society that was really not aware of these new revelations, and so of course that was why everything had to be reconsidered.
This author also discusses Nietzsche's idea of aesthetics, which Nietzsche sees as simply evolving from natural attractions, and that's where we get our idea of beauty in art.
Now, Richardson does claim that there are postmodernists who will call Nietzsche their forbearer, but the author doesn't really seem to make any definitive comments as to whether this is really supported by the original literature.
And honestly, I think that would probably be a rather hard case to make, I should think.
At the end of the day, it's hard to deny that in Nietzsche, one sees a kind of new order.
The author remarks on this.
The author says that Nietzsche's ideas are a kind of novel enlightenment, so he's trying to link Nietzsche to some sort of odd modernism in some sense, and perhaps it is, although enlightenment might not quite be the correct metapolitical term.
It's almost as if there is some sort of a New Age conservatism being promoted in Nietzsche.
It's hard to really find The right words, in a sense, for his work, because it is so unique.
It's also important to remember that writing in the final years of the 19th century, Nietzsche was very much an individual that belonged to an age where constant improvement seemed to be everywhere, and he does speak often of both personal and societal improvement.
The author tends to, in some parts of this book, accuse Nietzsche as having subscribed to a kind of Lamarckianism, but I think that's probably taking remarks out of content, since it's doubtful that Nietzsche would have bought into the simplicity of Lamarckianism.
I found this book to really break down Nietzsche's concepts, and it really...
It took these ideas very slowly and goes over them a lot, and I think it really is a book that I could recommend, especially for someone who might find Nietzsche difficult.
So again, I've been reviewing John Richardson's Nietzsche's New Darwinism, and this is something that you could potentially get on Kindle if you would like.
So I thank you for listening.
Have a good evening, and Hail Victory, Comrades!
Thank you.
One of the things I used to do regularly on this show is I'd do pieces on great white nationalists of the past so that people who are new to our We Little movement would have some ideas to who we are and where we come from.
There are certain names like Huey Long, George Nick and Rockwell, Gerald L. K. Smith, and Lewis Beam that anyone involved in the white resistance should know.
It appears that now we're getting an influx of new people, much younger people, off the so-called alt-right, who are literally right off the boat from muggle land, so to speak, and who are so completely ignorant of this movement's past that, in my attempts to educate them, I need to go back only a few years.
The other day, I was nattering by email with a newbie, and I mentioned our own Northwest Movement's martyrs, like Bob Matthews, Jeff Hughes, and Edgar Steele.
And he responded, Who's Edgar Steele?
Okay, I'll tell you who Edgar Steele is, but first I'll let you hear from the man himself.
Now, I apologize for the rather poor recording quality of this audio excerpt.
I pulled this one off Ed's old website when it was still up some years ago, and however he was recording, this is how most of them sounded.
My name is Edgar J. Steele.
It's September 1, 2006, and today's piece is entitled The Axis of Hubris.
Two days ago, in a speech to the American Legion, U.S. Secretary of Defense Donald Rumsfeld likened those of us who criticized the Bush regime to Nazi appeasers of 70 years ago.
In a rare moment of good sense, Rumsfeld stopped short of calling us traitors.
Three years ago, Rumsfeld made a similar accusation when he suggested that administration critics were aiding American foes.
Why does Rumsfeld keep making these accusations?
Because he's the only guy in this administration who can do so with a straight face.
You see, Rumsfeld is the only one in a position of authority with the current regime who is not a certified and proven draft dodger and or military deserter.
Yet, this past March, in a rare moment of candor, Rumsfeld admitted, quote, I'd say we probably deserve a D or a D-plus as a country as to how well we're doing in the battle of ideas that's taking place in the world today.
And I'm not going to suggest that it's easy, but we have not found the formula as a country.
Close quote.
Now it's okay for him to fault America, but I'm a traitor if I do so.
What's wrong with this picture?
Incidentally, am I the only one who considers it the height of hubris for chicken-hot draft dodgers like Bush and Cheney to be prosecuting the endless war foreseen by George Orwell's prescient novel 1984, a war that Bush announced in his 2002 State of the Union address to be prosecuted against the axis of evil?
Perhaps I should mention in passing that the word hubris implies an overweening display of arrogance.
My dictionary defines Hubra says, quote, the excessive pride and ambition that usually leads to the downfall of a hero in classical tragedy, close quote.
Now it's the downfall part of that definition that deserves your special attention here today.
Bush and Blair marched America and Britain into Iraq, and we confirmed what those UN inspectors had been saying all along.
No weapons of mass destruction.
We certified Iraq clean long ago, yet we continue to bombard and kill Iraqis and lose American soldiers in ever-increasing numbers.
Why?
Because we have so much invested in the war in Iraq, says Bush.
In other words, because your kid died there, now mine has to as well.
Tell me, has the entire country gone through the looking glass, or is it just me?
Well, here we are, four years later, actually in danger of losing the war in Iraq and losing ground yet again in Afghanistan.
We never found Osama bin Laden in Afghanistan.
We never found any weapons of mass destruction in Iraq.
What's more, America now admits to never having had any evidence linking Iraq to 9-11 or Osama.
Neither did bin Laden mastermind 9-11 as initially alleged.
Dr. Kevin Barrett, America's foremost expert on Osama bin Laden, now has certified all those bin Laden tapes we saw on the 6 o 'clock news to be forgeries, likely fabricated by the very organization that verified them before they were released, America's own CIA.
However, there is one tape that cannot be examined.
Shortly after 9-11, bin Laden released a tape in which he denied having anything to do with the 9-11 World Trade Center bombing.
You may recall that the CIA kept us from hearing it, claiming it might contain, quote, secret codes, close quote, that might activate terrorist cells.
But the CIA released the other tapes in which bin Laden supposedly claims credit for 9-11, tapes now proven to be forgeries.
Also of note was a letter released by bin Laden late in 2002 in which he explained in detail why Muslims had declared jihad, That's a holy war against America and what we must do to end it peacefully.
In an article entitled The Lie of the Century, Michael Rivero does an excellent job of proving exactly how the American public and Congress were lied into supporting the Iraq War by the Bush and Blair administrations, a war that can be described only as what Mr. Rivero calls it, a war of conquest.
As always, you can get a link to that article in the online version of today's talk.
Now, a literal mountain of evidence has been developed, with new revelations coming out almost every day that 9-11 was not pulled off by Arabs at all, but rather was an inside job involving both Israel and elements of America's own government and private sectors.
For example, just last week, I learned for the first time That New York's Mayor Giuliani had been told that the World Trade Center towers needed to be dismantled no later than 2007 because of corrosion and that controlled demolitions could not be employed because of the health hazard.
Now, though the Twin Towers cost $1.2 billion to build, the estimate to dismantle and remove them was ten times that amount.
Talk about having a motive to create a diversion which would cover controlled demolition.
Which could be accomplished for a tiny fraction of the cost of dismantling those towers.
Now we know why lucky Larry Silverstein bought the leases and insured the towers just weeks prior to their destruction.
With that condemnation order pending, nobody in his right mind would buy out the leases unless something akin to Jewish lightning was forecast.
For an excellent recap of just some of the evidence that 9-11 was an inside job, see James Patton's excellent article entitled Seeking That Old 9-11 Truth.
Again, the URL for that article is in the online version of this talk.
Most disturbing, of course, is the tremendous loss of life sustained when New York's Twin Towers were taken down by a planned, controlled demolition under cover of the illusion of jetliners causing their collapse.
That is the thing that keeps people from believing any of the incredible truths about government that get dismissed as conspiracy theories, such as the Oklahoma City bombing, Waco, and so many other events that served as turning points for government action and policy changes that otherwise would not have been countenanced by the public.
You say that you can't get past the notion that our own government willingly kills its own citizens?
Recall, if you will, how the pre-written Patriot Act Recall also how a bare allegation of involvement by Osama bin Laden in Iraq by our intellectually challenged president served to cause Congress to delegate to him the unbounded ability to declare war whenever and wherever he chooses.
Recall Lucky Larry's twin insurance payoffs.
Two towers, don't you know?
Lies and the lying government officials who tell them.
That's the recurring, consistent theme running through all government pronouncements since long before George W. Bush stole his first presidential election.
The most recent big lie concerns those phony liquid bombers allegedly foiled in London.
But why, you ask?
Why should we even want to invade Iraq and Afghanistan unless they attack us first?
Now, I previously explained this at great, even excruciating length, because of Israel, of course.
This is not about George Bush.
He is as much a puppet to our real rulers, the Council on Foreign Relations, as Britain is a poodle to America.
And for the overwhelmingly Jewish CFR, Israel is everything, it seems.
George Bush is expendable and infinitely replaceable.
Israel needs America more than America needs Israel, which is why George Bush needs Israel more than Israel needs George Bush.
Think about that for a moment.
We have rescued both Iraq and Afghanistan largely by destroying them.
Just as we did to Vietnam in another generation, and just as we did in Vietnam, we are losing.
So naturally, What are we going to do about it?
Withdraw?
No.
Incredibly enough, now we are gearing up to invade Iran.
Though it appears that we intend to let Israel pick the fight first due to overwhelming opposition by Americans and Britons.
Israel.
You recall if that little country whose much vaunted, numerically superior military got cut to ribbons by a bunch of Arabs with carbines and RPGs popping in and out of holes in South Lebanon.
Yet another fight picked by Israel that it cannot finish by itself, over a couple of their soldiers taken prisoner while on Lebanese soil.
In response to the world outcry against the carnage being wrought by Israel in South Lebanon during last month's aggression, and while standing alongside Hillary Clinton at a New York rally, Israel's UN ambassador, Dan Gellerman, said, To those countries who claim we are using disproportionate force, I have only this to say.
You're damn right we are!
Close quote.
Nor is Gellerman the only Israeli possessed of world-class levels of hubris.
For example, there is Israel's current prime minister, Ehud Omer, whose presumption I discussed a couple of weeks ago.
Israeli racism towards Arabs is endemic.
Even...
In a truly breathtaking display of hubris, and before it dawned upon Israel that it was losing to Hezbollah, Israeli Justice Minister Haim Ramon justified the genocide then taking place in Lebanon by saying, quote, All those in South Lebanon now are terrorists who are related in some way to Hezbollah.
Close quote.
Mr. Ramon did not address the issue of Israeli jets bombing Lebanese civilians as they attempted to flee to the north, just as had been instructed by Israeli leaflets.
When it did become clear that it was losing, and losing badly, Israel suddenly decided that a ceasefire was in order, something the U.S. Had refused to demand, contrary to near-unanimous world and American opinion.
What did Israel learn in South Lebanon?
Why, that it needs to kill more Lebanese, of course.
That comes next, along with Iranians and more Iraqi.
The Israeli eradication of Palestinians, meanwhile, has continued unabated.
I have spoken of American hubris before, and I wrote an extended piece entitled Holy Holocaust, in which I argued that hubris really should be a Yiddish term since it is so intertwined with the Jewish group mentality, particularly as manifested by Israel.
I've mentioned before that America has become a Jewish country.
Just as the Arabs believe.
Most Americans think I'm joking when they hear me say so, but I'll dispel that impression when I finish a piece, Now in Progress, wherein I make the argument that we Americans essentially have become Jews.
Yesterday, I had lunch with the boys.
So-called because I keep trying to talk them into allowing me to record our lunch conversations for broadcast over the Internet.
And if ever they consent, then you will understand why I think you might find it fascinating to listen in.
My buddy Al, who has taught me so much about Jewish hubris, expressed his disbelief that America still might invade Iran, given its experience in Iraq and Israel's recent humiliation in Lebanon.
Ah, said I, so the pupil becomes the teacher at last, because both countries are Jewish, of course.
I told him.
If Iraq, Iran, and North Korea comprise the axis of evil, then surely America, Britain, and Israel qualify as the axis of hubris.
Excessive pride and ambition.
Don't forget.
Oh, and that part about hubris usually leading to one's downfall.
That last part is of particular significance.
Not simply defeat either.
Downfall.
During his speech to the American Legion, mentioned at the outset of today's talk, Mr. Rumsfeld also asked, Can we really afford to return to the destructive view that America, not the enemy, but America, is the source of the world's troubles?
These are central questions of our time, and we must face them honestly.
Obviously, Rumsfeld meant it rhetorically, intending to silence those of us, like myself, who might answer with a resounding yes.
Well, Mr. Rumsfeld, after all, you brought it up.
My name is Edgar J. Steele.
Thanks for listening.
A little over three years ago, on September the 4th, 2014, attorney Edgar J. Steele died in the Federal Fortress Prison at Victorville, California.
It's been a long time since I've spoken of Edgar Steele, and I regret that.
As you know, events intervened.
But that doesn't make it right for us to forget those who have died to bring the Northwest American Republic into existence, and I consider Ed Steele to be one of us.
True, he never actually uttered the words in public.
He told me in private correspondence several times that he knew I was right and gave the usual excuses for not wanting to come out and support Northwest independence openly, which I understood.
But I believe that Ed's body of written and spoken legacy to our cause In June of 2010, North Idaho attorney Edgar J. Steele was arrested by the FBI on false charges of allegedly hiring a hitman to murder his wife and mother-in-law.
I might point out here that neither of the women who were Steele's purported victims ever believed him to be guilty of this charge and both supported him publicly, Cindy's mother, until her own death from natural causes.
The alleged would-be assassin was a man named Larry Fairfax, an FBI informer who was inserted into Steele's home posing as a handyman in order to spy on the Steele family until, for reasons as yet unclear, Fairfax's mission ceased to become one of mere intelligence gathering and became one of perjury and personal destruction.
While he was working there, Fairfax proceeded to help himself to large stashes of silver coins and bullion That the Steels were keeping on their property in anticipation of a Federal Reserve currency crash brought on by Barack Obama's incompetence.
The final whereabouts of that silver seems to be something of a mystery.
Apparently, the FBI allowed Fairfax to keep at least some of it as a kind of bonus or reparations for the annoyance and inconvenience of having to spend a few months in county jail and then under house arrest with an ankle bracelet in the service of the Bureau.
A short time after her husband was arrested, Edgar's wife, Cindy Steele, pulled into a local service station for an oil change, and the mechanic found a bomb wired to the underside of her car.
Not knowing that the bomb was part of an FBI fabrication against her husband, the local police called a rival federal agency, the BATFE.
who refused to honor the FBI's assurance that Larry Fairfax was one of their CIs and proceeded to arrest and charge Fairfax for manufacturing and transporting the explosive device, much to the Bureau's extreme embarrassment.
The bomb was clearly intended to go off and kill Cindy in order to bolster the Bureau's case against Edgar and also remove a potential fly in the ointment, since Cindy was already balking at the official version of events and refusing to go along and play the victim.
Now the dictatorship faced the additional complication and embarrassment of having their informer publicly exposed by the ATF, who refused to carry the FBI's water on this one.
Fairfax's role in the case was eventually laughed off by the courts with a 27-month sentence, none of it in actual prison.
Fairfax was moved from county jail to house arrest five months after Edgar Steele was sentenced to 50 years.
Today, he is a free man with a nice chunk of change in his pocket, some of it from the silver he stole from Edgar Steele.
There's been a lot of speculation in our circles as to exactly why Edgar Steele was targeted by the dictatorship at this particular time.
He had been a thorn in the regime's side for many years, defending such politically incorrect clients as Richard Butler of the Aryan Nations, the brutally persecuted Christine family, and Lonnie Ray, the Idaho man who was so impolitic as to say nigger in public while defending his wife against being assaulted by a nigger.
But Steele hadn't handled any high-profile cases for several years, and he was recovering from extremely serious open-heart surgery for a burst aneurysm that almost killed him.
He had spoken in public about possibly running for governor of Idaho on a third-party ticket, but his heart attack pretty much put paid to that.
The most common theory about why Edgar Steele was targeted for victimization and personal destruction by the dictatorship is simple.
He pissed somebody off.
Probably Obama's nigger Attorney General Eric Holder.
Steele mentioned in one of his Nickel Rant podcasts that when the current dictator was immaculated, he sent copies of his book Defensive Racism to both Barry himself and Eric Holder.
Now, maybe that was what did it.
But there were other theories as to why the FBI chose to fabricate a case against Edgar Steele from the ground up.
One is that the people whom Edgar pissed off were his fellow lawyers who didn't like the way he passionately and zealously defended his clients, especially Richard Butler and the Christines.
They considered that by actually trying to get his clients out of the clutches of the machine, Edgar Steele betrayed his class.
Another theory is that since the death of Richard Butler and the collapse of Aryan nations, the Spokane FBI office was being downsized since the so-called threat of quote-unquote white supremacist terror was gone now.
The agents, who for years had had an easy gig surveilling and harassing Aryan nations and following Carla DeDuncan skinheads up and down dirt roads, now face being transferred to large urban areas with significant black, Mexican, and Muslim populations like New Jersey or New York or Atlanta or even, God help them, Detroit.
The FBI guys didn't want to leave nice white eastern Washington and North Idaho with the clean air and good public schools in absence of any genuine crime and take their families to some urban hellhole full of niggers and wogs where they might actually come up against real criminals who might hurt them.
And so the FBI in Spokane fabricated a so-called domestic terrorism case against a 65-year-old man with a serious heart condition, a nice, soft target, to show the bean counters in the J. Edgar building back in D.C. that there was still wicked, evil...
White supremist terrorism in Spokane, and they really do need to keep that grossly overstaffed field office intact so the agents there can fritter away their days in nice, relaxing cubicles, drinking coffee and reading other people's emails and listening to Radio Free Northwest every week.
But I myself have another theory as to why the dictatorship did this to Edgar Steele.
Fabricated a case from the ground up simply to get rid of someone somebody didn't like.
I think they did it because they could, and because they wanted to demonstrate to us all that they could.
I think this whole thing was a ghastly experiment on the part of the FBI and the United States Attorney's Office with full sanction from the top to see just how much they could get away with in the climate of early 21st century Obama's America.
The answer is anything and everything.
I think the FBI and the badly misnamed Justice Department wanted to see if it was possible in the United States to basically dispense with the law and the Constitution altogether and essentially intern people like they do in third world countries.
Now the answer is yes, it is.
Edgar Steele was not a federal felon.
He was a kind of latter-day Count of Monte Cristo.
The trial of Edgar Steele in 2011 was an unmitigated horror show.
The basis of Edgar Steele's conviction was audio files fabricated by FBI technicians, supposedly discussions between himself and Fairfax about murder for hire.
These conversations appear even to a layman who first hears them to sound strained, stilted, unnatural, and obviously doctored at key points and phrases.
The Steele tapes were not only forgeries, apparently they weren't even very good ones.
At Steele's trial, two international audio engineering experts who were prepared to state categorically for the record that the tapes were fraudulent were barred from testifying by a corrupt judge.
The jury was never allowed to hear evidence which clearly proved Edgar Steele's innocence.
The situation wasn't helped by the fact that Steele's first attorney, a federal public defender named Roger Piven, was a raging alcoholic who at the time was being sued by three members of his own legal staff for various acts of drunken misconduct.
Steele's second defense lawyer, a man named Robert McAllister, on whom he and his wife Cindy expended most of their life's savings, turned out to be facing disbarment for embezzling his client's money, and was in fact disbarred only weeks after Steele's conviction.
Many suspect that this second attorney may have struck a deal with the dictatorship to keep himself out of prison by deliberately taking a dive in the courtroom and bungling Steele's defense.
If so, it didn't work.
The dictator's servants broke their words.
Surprise, surprise.
In September of 2012, the 62-year-old McAllister was sentenced to six years for fraud.
Wow, those fids are really great at sending elderly white men in their 60s to prison, ain't they?
No strong-jawed and steely-eyed Aaron Hotchners or Jack Bowers here.
In real life, the Bureau really loves those soft targets, not drug dealers or serial killers or child molesters.
Oh, no, no, no.
That's way too much work.
No, give them a sick elderly white man with no money for a lawyer for a target any day.
But I suppose there's some comfort in hoping that the bent brief will possibly die in the same prison cell as the client he betrayed.
Interestingly enough, McAllister himself was a former United States attorney and prosecutor, which gives you some idea of the typical moral character of the people in the federal judiciary.
For whatever reason, McAllister's performance in the courtroom was lackluster, to say the least, and he refused to put his client on the witness stand, which always looks very bad to a jury.
Needless to say, the attorney's own perilous legal situation was never explained either to Ed or Cindy Steele while the trial was going on.
Apparently, something even worse was happening.
I was not able to attend the trial myself, but I've spoken to persons who were present in the courtroom who told me that Ed Steele quote-unquote looked like a zombie, confused and disoriented, and he seemed completely incoherent and disconnected from what was going on around him.
The consensus of opinion among those who actually saw him in those days was that Steele was drugged on orders from someone in the federal government to make sure he wasn't capable of assisting in his own defense.
Or even understanding what was happening to him.
On May 5th, absent the expert testimony that could have proven his innocence, Edgar Steele was found guilty of four criminal charges against him.
He was eventually sentenced to 50 years.
Being 66 years old, it was understood by all that this was a death sentence.
The United States penal system maintains several special medical and geriatric units at places like Springfield, Missouri, and Fort Devens, Massachusetts, to care for federal prisoners who are extremely sick or elderly, but who caught one of these absurd 990-year sentences and who will never be released.
In view of his age and the perilous state of his health, Edgar Steele should have been sent to one of those.
Instead, he was sent to the heavily fortified Maximum Security Victorville facility in California.
Which is well known throughout the federal system as a kind of toilet where human beings are flushed away.
Among other things, the water supply in the prison is known to be contaminated with carcinogens and toxic waste, which facilitates the decline in health of those federal prisoners whom the government wishes to hear no more of.
Victorville is notorious as an end-of-the-line destination.
Once the gates clang shut there, no one leaves except in a body bag.
Edgar Steele was sent there to die, and on September 4, 2014, he did.
During the years he was there, Edgar Steele was held virtually incommunicado.
My understanding is that his wife Cindy was never allowed to visit him and never saw her husband again once the U.S. Marshals dragged him out of the courtroom on that day in 2011.
Although that may not be totally correct, and if it's not, I would appreciate someone close to the family letting me know.
I do know that Edgar's incoming mail was systematically withheld, and his outgoing mail seems mostly to have just disappeared.
I myself received only one brief note from Ed during his entire confinement in Victorville, although I sent him well over a hundred pieces of mail, including publications and personal letters, during the time he was there, none of which he ever acknowledged and which seemed to have just vanished.
All my mail to Edgar is right now probably sitting in some plastic tub in the basement of some government warehouse someplace.
The one brief note that I myself received in late 2013 via another Victorville inmate promised further communication, but I never got anything else.
I should say, however, that the brief note was coherent and to the point.
However bad his physical health was, as of about ten months before his death, Ed's mind was still clear.
As proof, about that time, the Northwest Front published an interview with Steele, which was conducted and smuggled out of the prison by another inmate.
This is the last communication Ed had with the outside world, and it clearly shows that his mind was still as sharp and incisive as ever.
Now, this other inmate was a racially aware comrade of ours who was transferred into Victorville and who appointed himself to watch Edgar's back, and he needed it.
We know that Edgar was assaulted at least once when he was in prison, presumably by non-white inmates, and that about a year ago he had another cardiac incident of some kind which required hospitalization, insofar as the filthy and poorly equipped prison infirmary could be considered a hospital.
No effort was made to transfer him to Springfield or another medical facility.
He wasn't sent to Victorville to heal, he was sent there to die.
In early July, this other inmate who had been looking out for Edgar was suddenly transferred out of Victorville and shipped across the country to West Virginia, allegedly because he was needed as a witness in some stabbing incident at one of his previous institutions.
The witness thing appears to have been bogus, but it got him away from Edgar Steele's side for almost six weeks, which seems to have been the real reason for the transfer.
What happened to Edgar during those six weeks?
His friend and protector was gone from his side?
We have no way of knowing.
But we know something bad happened.
When this inmate was finally returned to Victorville in late August, he found Edgar in a very bad way.
He wrote me a letter marked urgent, telling me what was happening, and somehow or other that letter got out of the prison okay.
I received it on the very day that Edgar died.
According to our imprisoned comrade, on his return he found Edgar was filthy, unshaven, and he had lost weight to the point where he weighed about 80 pounds and looked skeletal, almost like the crypt keeper.
Worse, Edgar was now completely out of his mind.
He was hallucinating and ranting and raving incoherently and quote-unquote attacking his cellmates, although obviously in his condition he couldn't do any damage.
Our inmate correspondent, who saw him on or about September the 1st, tells me flat out that Edgar was clearly being drugged or poisoned.
And this man has been inside long enough to know what he's talking about on that point, since the drugging of inmates is a common occurrence in the prison industrial slave labor system.
As near as I can figure, on the night of September 1st, Edgar was dragged out of the cell by the guards, and no one ever saw him alive after that.
No one at Victorville or in the federal government even bothered to inform Steele's family that he was gone.
The first his wife, Cindy Steele, knew of it was when she got a phone call from some mortuary down there in California asking what she wanted them to do with her husband's dead body.
I wish I could tell you that this is the first time I've had to sum up the life of a man or woman who served the fourteen words and who perished in the attempt, but it isn't.
I wish I could tell you that this will be the last time, but it won't be.
The Goat Dancers have in the past accused me of ambulance-chasing the Edgar Steele case.
To hell with them.
What they think about anything doesn't matter.
It's true that when he was out in the world, Edgar and I didn't get along all that well.
In fact, he once threatened to quote-unquote crush me like a bug, but middle-aged adolescent squabbling is unfortunately part of our We Little Movements character profile, and over the years I've finally learned enough wisdom to accept this fact and disregard it.
As far as I'm concerned, the moment Obama's gun thugs clapped those handcuffs on his wrists, all was forgiven and forgotten, and Ed has had my unwavering support since then, for all the good it did him.
It's also true that in his personal worldview, as publicly expressed, Edgar Steele never quite made that last crucial leap from some vague all-America-bring-back-the-Brady-Bunch idea to a public acceptance of the coming Soviet-style breakup of the North American continent and advocacy of a free and sovereign homeland for our people here in the Pacific Northwest.
Many people of his generation and mine will never be able to shake off the memory of the time they grew up in.
An almost golden age compared to what we live in today.
That would have been even harder for someone like Ed, who was eight years older than I am, and who actually remembered the 50s as such.
I was a child, and frankly, if this remove everything before the first Star Trek series is pretty much a blur.
But nonetheless, I consider Edgar Steele to be a martyr for the 14 Words and for the Northwest American Republic, because he was a Northwester who was murdered by the dictatorship for fear of his words and deeds.
And in my mind, that qualifies him for inclusion in the roster of those of us who have given their lives for our new nation's freedom, such as Bob Matthews, Sam and Vicki Weaver, Gordon Call, Jeff Hughes, and others.
I'm severely hampered here because I'm unable to say publicly what really should be said.
The First Amendment, the right to express any opinion and to do so without punishment and retaliation by those in power, the freedom of speech and thought which was once this country's crowning glory is no more.
In Obama's America, white men who say or write things which the regime or certain politically protected minorities find disagreeable are now subject to harassment, legal persecution, and in Edgar Steele's case, to judicial murder.
It's been like that for quite some time, of course.
But the murder of Edgar Steele has finally stripped the last veneer of legality and legitimacy off the criminal power structure that rules us.
It can't be denied or ignored any longer that the government of the United States is no longer a legitimate or lawful government, for they have finally violated their own laws and their own standards so egregiously that the social contract that allows them to rule us is broken for all time.
The United States of America is a failed state, and from now on its government is just another gang of thugs, no different from the Crips and the Bloods, only better dressed and better armed.
Nor are they particularly brave or manly thugs.
America is a coward that shows its prowess by poisoning helpless old men of 69 in wheelchairs.
The United States and its law enforcement thugs are really good at killing old men, women, and children from Vicki Weaver shot down in her doorway while holding her infant daughter to children incinerated at Waco like some ghastly ancient human sacrifice.
You know, I can't but wonder just how big and bad and tough all these FBI and BATF and U.S. Marshals would be if ever they came up against grown men, sober and unafraid and not sleeping in their beds, who had the skill and the courage to shoot back.
In fact, I've written several novels on the subject.
Thank you.
America is not an eagle.
America is a rat with a yellow stripe running down its back.
They need not worry, though.
We who remain have not dealt with the judicial murder of Edgar Steele as we should have done, as upright and honorable free men should have done, as our own ancestors not too long ago would have done.
We didn't deal with the butchery of our friend as decency and justice demand because we lack the will, the self-respect, and above all, we lack the courage to do so.
All we did while Edgar Steele was dumped into his grave like a discarded, crushed beer can Was to whine and wring our hands on the internet.
No one heard us, and no one would listen to us if they did, because our craven acquiescence to this monstrous act renders us unworthy of notice.
So be it.
One has to play the hand one is dealt.
But will it always be like that?
Will we white boys always be such craven dogs?
That we never lift a hand to defend ourselves from the beast or to avenge our murdered brothers and sisters and fathers and children?
That's the long-term bet that the United States of America has got everything riding on.
The idea that we will be forever quiet, respectful, and obedient, and we will weep for our butchered loved ones quietly and out of sight and hearing.
Edgar Steele used to end all of his articles on his conspiracy pen pal site with his signature phrase, New America, an idea whose time has come.
He was wrong.
The solution is not a new America, Ed.
It's no America.
America must end.
It is a diseased, leprous thing.
There is no health or goodness in it, and there hasn't been for a long time.
The ultimate interest of all humanity lies in this.
Rotting and poisonous monster called the United States being removed from the earth.
All of us know in our souls what has to be done.
The problem is that out of our own weakness and cowardice, we're just sitting around waiting for somebody else to do it.
But that won't last forever.
Human nature can't be suppressed forever by politically correct social engineering or the threat of dying like Edgar Steele in a prison cell.
Eventually, someone will do what has to be done and expunge the United States and the worms and grubs who serve it from the earth.
Tyranny such as this inevitably becomes intolerable, and at some point even the most supine and cowardly of people will reach a point where the chains of fear and intimidation and brainwashing and bullying will no longer hold, and they will find that they would rather die themselves than live one more day like this.
The United States murdered Edgar Steele.
For now, and for a long time to come, his death will remain unavenged, and we need to accept that.
We simply don't have what it takes.
There is one thing and one thing alone that we can do for him.
We can make sure that his work continues to be read, his podcasts are still listened to, and that his name is forever remembered.
The same thing that you will all one day be called upon to do for me.
The Americans are fools.
They have taken from us the lives of our martyred dead, but they have left us their names and their memories.
And from those memories and from that martyred blood will spring a force that someday will unleash the fury of hell upon the vile tyranny that has done this, and on all those who have served that tyranny for a monthly direct deposit paycheck into their bank accounts.
Someday, at the hands of people...
Most likely, as yet unknown, the filth that is America will be purged from the world with fire and sword.
The darkness that covers this land will be lifted, and a new generation of white children will be born and grow strong in the light.
And when they do, they will remember the name of Edgar Steele.
Back when Ed died, one of our comrades suggested that as part of any comments I might make, I should play the song by Saga, Sleep Well, My Brother.
I have a copy of that song, and I like it.
It's a perfect funeral or memorial song, mournful, soft, and sweet.
But at times like this, we don't need to be soft and sweet.
We need to be strong.
And if we are still too weak and confused and timid and frightened to seize justice and vengeance for our martyred dead, at least we should have the balls to sing about it.
That's what the Irish mostly did for 800 years, when they couldn't actually fight, which was most of the time.
They sang, and eventually they won.
In the year 1798, there was another of the long series of hopeless rebellions in Ireland, a revolt which was eventually defeated and suppressed by the British crown with even more than their usual brutality.
One of the leaders of the 1798 Rebellion was a man from the north of Ireland named Roger McCorley, which somehow became transmogrified into Roddy McCorley.
Not much is known about him, except that he was captured and judicially murdered by the British.
But he left behind him one of the most magnificent epitaphs that any man has ever achieved.
Some of you may recall that this is the song I played when Jeff Hughes was murdered some years ago, and I think it needs to be the official song we play in the Northwest when one of our comrades dies at the hands of the racial enemy under any circumstances.
I'm afraid we're going to be hearing this song very often in the future.
This time it's for our friend, our elder, and our comrade Edgar Steele.
Remember Him always.
As young Roddy McCourney goes to die on the bridge of doom today.
Up the narrow street he steps, smiling proud and young.
About the hem rope on his neck the golden ringlets clung.
There's never a tear in his blue eyes, both bright and proud are they.
As young Roddy McCourney goes to die on the bridge of doom today.
Oh When he last stepped up, that street is shining by in hand Around him marched in grim array, a stalwart, hard-ass band For Antrim
Town, for Antrim Town, he led them to the fray As young Roddy before he goes to die on the bridge of doom today
Oh, never a one of all your dead, for bravely fell in fray Than he who marches to his fate on the bridge of doom today True to the
last, true to the last, he treads the upward way As young Roddy before he goes to die on the bridge of doom today Música
Música Oh, see the field
From Barnstead and from Fretcher's Cup along the banks of God.
They come with vengeance in their eyes.
Too late, too late are they.
As you're not even forty ghosts And die on the bridge of two today.
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