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Sept. 28, 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-woogel, 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, rightful known to you and me.
One more roar for signal, token whistle, out the marching tune.
Warrior pike upon your shoulder by the rising of the moon.
By the rising of the moon.
By the rising of the moon.
Which arrived upon your shoulder by the rising of the moon.
Out from many a mud wall cabin eyes were watching through the night.
Many a man they chest was throbbing for the blessed warning light.
The waters passed along the valleys like the man she's lonely croon.
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 fleshing out, rising on the moon.
It's September the 28th, 2017.
I'm Harold Covington, and this is Radio Free Northwest.
Okay, first off, yes, I'm going to get into some more Brandenburg versus Ohio stuff this week, but before I do, I suppose I need to address some of the reaction to last week's show.
It was kind of predictable.
The majority of you guys were absolutely thrilled with it all and thought it was great racial entertainment, which is what most white boys get into all this alt-right stuff for.
A few of you panicked and screamed that I was a secret agent of Deep Soros or whatever, trying to destroy the alt-right by saying horrible extremist things that everybody knows to be true, but you're not supposed to say this stuff out loud.
And, of course, a few of you claim that I was engaging in what's called stochastic terrorism, that I'm trying to incite more Dylann Roof-type incidents of the kind that I call price tag attacks, so that I can quote-unquote cash in on them.
Now, let me ask you something.
What does that even mean, so that I can cash in on more Dylann Roof-type episodes?
I call them price tag attacks because they're part of the price tag of liberal and progressive policies.
But I do not, in fact, advocate that anybody do that kind of thing because I consider lone individual price tag attacks to be counterproductive.
But just out of curiosity, you trolls out there, how exactly am I supposed to be able to cash in on crazy people going berserk and doing stupid and counterproductive things?
Do you think people send me money or fruit baskets when these price tag attacks occur?
They don't, I promise you.
That's not how it works.
If anything, price tag attacks in any way associated with the Northwest Imperative cause me problems because they frighten people away, and white people are very easily frightened.
They may like to read my rip-roaring Northwest novels and get a safe and vicarious thrill out of all that lovely revolutionary violence and bad people losing for a change, but in real life, me getting any practical response from you people that can actually move things forward is like...
It's kind of like having to constantly make friends with Bambi and all kinds of timid woodland creatures trying to coax you into accepting food out of my hand kind of thing.
And then some Dylan Roof comes crashing through the underbrush with his gun blazing and all the timid little forest creatures go scuttling away to hide and it takes months for me to get some of you to come out again and coax you to take the food from my hand again.
And, by the way, that's what this is all about.
Not you giving me things, but me giving you what you need.
And you do need it.
When Young Roof carried out his Night of the Charleston Vespers attack and named me and the Northwest Front in his online manifesto, I actually lost support and contact for a while, and some other negative results occurred, which some of you who were around at the time may recall.
I remember when Greensboro occurred back in 1979.
And then all of a sudden things got very real very quick.
Dozens of people who had been swaggering around with the NSPA and the Klan, wearing their bilious green robes or their camouflage or whatever, and waving their semi-autos in the air for the television cameras, turned and ran for the tall grass like stampeding gazelles.
Anyway, I suppose for the record, I need to go over my attitude towards price tag attacks again, pro forma.
All the usual ritual disclaimers, so forth and so on, but rather than just repeat myself for the umpteenth time, how about a trip down memory lane?
Now, how many of you remember Joe Stack?
Almost nobody, I guarantee you, because white boys don't respond to what the left loons call propaganda of the deed.
Hell, white boys don't respond to much of anything, but anyway, give a listen.
This is Harold Covington speaking, and the date is February 18, 2010.
This morning, at around 10 o 'clock Central Standard Time, a man named Joseph Stack crashed a light aircraft into the Internal Revenue Service offices in the Federal Building in Austin, Texas.
He left behind a long online manifesto, or final communication, in which he described, with great passion and somewhat less coherence, the shafting that, like so many white men of his generation, he received at the hands of the America he was raised to believe in.
At the present time, the authorities are only admitting to Stack himself being dead.
Looks like the poor bastard didn't even manage to take a single bureaucrat in a suit with him.
It's not clear at this point whether Stack had any white racial leanings or not, but his is a condition of mind and soul we can all sympathize with.
To quote his own farewell address to the world, he said, "I have just had enough." In this he speaks for all white Americans, and his willingness to make his point by giving up his own life tells us that at least he meant what he said.
I've spoken before in my writings of what the radicals of the nineteenth century referred to as the propaganda of the deed.
Well, this was it.
Was his act a complete waste?
I hope not, but I'm not sanguine about his chances of accomplishing anything.
Americans mostly exist on a beavis and butthead level.
Symbolic gestures like Stacks go right over their heads.
But I want to take this opportunity to speak to all of you out there, both men of Stacks' generation and mine, and also to young white kids who have been raised under political correctness and who understand that America no longer holds out any hope or any future for them.
Time and again, over the past 40 years, I've seen white men snap like this.
They go to a shopping mall or a formal workplace, armed with a couple of semi-autos, and they come in the door smoking, or else just go off on a pointless spree, blasting anything black or brown that moves until the cops catch up with him, and neither the guy gets shot by the police, or else he sticks the muzzle in his own mouth and he blows himself away.
I know that right now there are untold numbers of angry white males out there who have been driven to the point of homicidal rage by the terrible injustice, the unfairness, and the tyranny of mind, body, and spirit which is Obama's America in 2010.
I know some of you in the back of your minds are contemplating doing something of this nature.
You wouldn't be human if you weren't.
I know some of you listening to my voice right now are thinking in your desperation and your righteous rage at the wrongs that America has done to you that going out in a blaze of glory might just be worth it.
I'm telling you now, no, it isn't.
There are practical reasons why it isn't worth it, not the least being that there's no way you could possibly inflict enough damage on the enemy to justify the sacrifice of a single racially aware white life.
There are so few, so terribly few of us, and every one of you is precious to me and to our racial future.
If you were able to kill a hundred or a thousand street niggers or Mexicans or federal bureaucrats, the scales still wouldn't balance in our favor.
I'm reminded of the words of General George Patton, who said, "Nobody ever won a war by dying for his country.
You win by making the other poor dumb bastard die for his country." You may reply, it's my life and I can give it up when and how I want.
No, it isn't.
Your life belongs to your people and to the moment of history into which you have been born.
It is not yours to throw away.
The late Pastor Robert Miles once said, a racist is someone who knows who he is.
If you have attained the precious gift of racial consciousness, of knowing who you are, then it is your inescapable duty to use that consciousness to secure the existence of our people and the future for white children.
You are not in this for yourself, for your own benefit or your own private vengeance.
There have been ages in the past wherein white men were free to live for themselves and their own desires.
This time and place we live in is not one of them.
Many of you will have read my Northwest Independence novels, but I want to remind you of what I had a number of my characters say in all four of those books in one form or another.
The duty of a revolutionary is not to kill people, but to free people.
Our goal is to change the world, and all of our personal lives, actions, and decisions must be subordinated to that objective.
Any damn fool can die for his country and his cause.
Only a true patriot and a man of honor and integrity can find within himself the strength of character, the self-discipline, and the iron will to live for it.
That kind of moral strength and character is what I demand of everyone associated with the Northwest Front, and it is what all of you should demand of yourselves.
Westbound and down, 18 wheels are rolling.
We're gonna do what they say can't be done.
We've got a long way to go, and it's short time to get there.
I'm Westbound just like a band and run.
If you put hard on the belt, the sun will remind them breaks.
Let it all hang out cause we gotta run.
Greetings, comrades.
This is the trucker coming in to you from northern Missouri.
I'm on a load going from just west of Chicago there off I-55 down to New Mexico and over to Southern California.
So, anyways, for those of you that are going to be making your scouting trips or migration, this is harvest season.
So if you're on other than interstate roads or if you happen to be going across North Dakota, It's one of the states, I remember, that allows apartment equipment to use the interstate, so watch yourself out there, because some things are big and only do like about 30 some miles an hour tops, so you're going to be overtaking them very quickly, so please watch your Ps and Qs out there.
Also, it's going to be, it's getting into winter.
Montana is already, and Wyoming have already had snow.
Not sure about some of the other areas, but to those two I do know.
And for those of you that are back east and down south, well, yeah, you're getting hurricanes and tropical storms.
I don't know why you stay around for them.
Yeah, okay, I guess you like the weather down there, me, myself.
I don't like the hot and humid crap.
That's why I live up there in the Pacific Northwest.
It doesn't get real hot up there or humid.
And when we do get warm weather, it doesn't last all that long.
And our winters are fairly mild.
So, yeah, that's kind of nice.
We don't have much need for a snow thrower.
We do have a way of shoveling snow if we need to, but most of the time we don't.
Yeah, we do occasionally get some storms come through that drop a foot or so of snow but the longest I've ever seen snow last in the period that I've been out there since 1980 was about maybe three weeks and I normally at that point in time commuted on my motorcycle so I was driving my little wintertime car back and forth commuting in For about three weeks my motorcycle
didn't see the light of day and stuff so yeah that was our real rough winter since I've been up there was like say three weeks I couldn't do two wheels and now I'm doing 18 so I'm all over the place anyway but so yeah you definitely want to if you're going to be doing your scouting trip check the weather ahead of time and the reason I'm going across Northern Missouri here
is because I'm steering clear of St. Louis because I guess a police officer was just acquitted of shooting and killing a little primate pavement individual that supposedly pulled a gun on him and He put five, I guess it was, rounds into him and ended one criminal's career.
So, you know, no tears lost there.
I guess they caught him in the act of pedaling drugs or something like that.
High-speed car chase to get away from it.
But anyway, so, yeah, that was, you know, no tears lost on that one.
So, yeah, I guess they've got a bunch of civil unrest up there in the St. Louis area.
So, yeah, my trucking company's got me routed through the St. Louis area.
Well, guess what?
I don't feel like putting up with the primates.
I guess I did try to block interstates there.
So, I'll just go and run across farm country, go across the sticks, and...
My company usually doesn't say anything as long as I don't go wander mileage-wise too far on a route.
I've had to do some creative routing because an idiot driver didn't get the trailer loaded correctly and I was going into California.
I had to figure out how to get around the new super coop there on I-15 there just south of the Nevada state line.
Yeah, that was fun.
Yes, I did get the load delivered.
No, I didn't get caught.
But anyway, I won't give my secret routing away.
Because, who knows, maybe they'll come looking for me next time I try that maneuver.
But anyway, I just thought I'd throw something out here at you to go in.
Just to let you know that, yeah, I'm still around.
I've kind of gotten distracted and stuff.
I've got little tidbits in, so I'm going to try to be a little bit more accountable on that.
Try to get something in, hopefully every week.
But anyway, I just thought I'd throw something out here.
So yes, please do watch your pace of views out there if you're going to be traveling.
You never know when the The porch monkeys are going to come out because somebody forgot to lock the cage door and decided to go and do their booga booga crap out there in the middle of the road and block traffic and really hose things up.
Like I say, that's what I'm trying to avoid right now by using alternate routing and stuff.
So anyway, alright, this is the trucker signing off from northern Missouri.
Have a good one.
I hope to see you out here on the road doing your scouting trips and your migration to the homeland.
Alright, this is the Trucker signing off from Doiler, Missouri.
Let's get one.
We're at the mountain town.
We're at the 18th.
We're at the romance.
We're going to do what they say can't be done.
We've got a long way to go.
Any short time you get there I'm Chris Bounders Watch your bandit run I'm Chris Bounders This is Dale Ann Bradley.
Dale Ann Bradley.
Now Rivers was the oldest and he knew Bell County well.
He could hunt and fish like a Indian old man and take care of himself.
So his daddy put him to run and shine when he was just 12 years old.
Said it might not be the right thing but it sure beats mining coal.
Daddy wants you to take a load of shine to a man up near Harlem.
And he feared for his life every time his daddy would put him on the run again.
You tell your boys don't match for the shotgun blast from the gun of a revenue man Well, one fall night when the moon was bright enough to light his way We fished a loaded up at old Savannah and I'd be back for the break of day But as he turned on the highway 119 he heard three shotgun
blasts And his blood ran cold and he wondered, could this one be his last?
And his mama never closed her eyes that night when he left home She tossed and turned and walked the floor praying nothing would go wrong He had a funny talk in a brand new car and been asking around.
Oh, oh, oh, run.
Lufus, run.
Run across the mountain, darling.
Daddy wants you to take a load of shine to a man up near Harlem.
And he did for his life every time his daddy would put him He'd say our boys don't match with a shotgun mask from the gun of a revenue man.
guitar solo Oh, but Ruth had snooze those mountain roads all at the back of his hand.
He could take those curves on two wheels in that beautiful sedan.
So we run them up a holler in Longstown somewhere around a Williams branch.
That was one back road they didn't know.
That revenue never stood a chance.
And it was run, riffish, run, run across the mountain, darling.
Daddy wants you to take a load to shine to a man up near Harlem.
And he fed for his life every time his daddy would put him on the run again.
You'd say a boy's home match for the shotgun blast from the gun of a revenue man.
He'd say a boy's no match for the shotgun blast from the gun of a revenue man.
Thank you all so much.
God bless you.
Thank you.
That's Dale Ann Bradley.
Thank you, darling.
Thank you.
Good evening, comrades.
Tonight I'm going to be discussing Herbert Spencer.
This is a book by J. Arthur Thompson.
Now, Spencer was an English gentleman scholar in an age when that was still possible.
And he tends to be unpopular universally because he really tended to offend anyone and everyone.
He's neither a monarchist or a socialist, but also he had a Quaker upbringing, so this made him anti-war, and because of that, of course, he's never given to Prussianism.
So he's really quite an intellectual orphan.
Now, Spencer grew up in the countryside of Nottingham and Derby, and he never likes rote memorization.
Instead, he has a taste for experiment and logic.
Sometimes, even when he was relatively young, Spencer would read science periodicals, and these were likely supplied by his father, who was a member of the Derby Philosophical Society.
Spencer's early adult life seems to be a time of delving into and dabbling in several writing projects.
These projects really dealt with the big picture.
They were about psychology, philosophy, geology, and evolution.
And after years of work and answering a call to write and reflect on all the secrets of life, Spencer finds a helpmate in Professor Yeoman.
And through this professor, Spencer would get published.
Around this time, Spencer also finds financial relief in that he gets an inheritance from an uncle.
And also, too, his luck continues when he's given a chance at two professorships.
Granted, many intellectuals would jump at the chance for a professorship.
Certainly, I'm one of them.
But apparently, Spencer seems to desire a less structured life.
And he continues to write.
And he also continues with his desire to invent.
And at around this time, he invents an invalid bed.
Because...
He has come into more money and more fame.
He now gets the chance to travel to Italy.
And of course, for many intellectuals and artists within Europe, a lot of times they want to go to Italy to see ancient ruins and the art of the Renaissance.
But Spencer really cares little about history.
He's interested in ideas and theories and really sees history as nothing without sociology.
From 1867 onward, he collects data for descriptive sociology, and his travels would take him to both Egypt and America.
His final work would be something entitled Synthetic Philosophy.
Throughout his career, Spencer is very concerned with understanding the definition and origin of life, and he's very interested in finding a singularity.
He often imagines the beginning of creation, and he imagines unified matter.
That would become more diverse and complex.
Spencer is very much interested in getting to the truth, and he talks about a mental exercise when you make a supposition of some kind.
And you ask yourself whether the opposite would be inconceivable.
And by that method, you can understand what the truth is.
But, of course, we can still very easily come to error.
Sometimes our starting position is not clear enough or not complex enough.
Or sometimes we don't thoroughly apply this test.
So unfortunately, even though that would be a good method, it's really, of course, much easier said than done.
Now, another thing that interests Spencer is the mystery of instinct.
He comes to believe, rather like Jung or even someone like Lamar, That if a species has certain collective experiences in their past, they eventually become somewhat passed down through instinct.
Also, as I've said before, Spencer really believes the best way to understand others is through sociology, since the subject contains all other pertinent subjects like eugenics, politics, and anthropology.
Also history, of course.
But...
In a certain way, even though we typically think of Spencer as someone who was very conservative in that he was always embracing survival of the fittest, According to this author, Spencer very much welcomed the new industrial age because he saw it as a time when the state could finally serve citizens rather than the citizens always serving the state,
as happened in more military ages.
He comes up with this analogy of the state as being like an organism, but he does realize that there are certain limits of that model.
What I was most interested in in starting to study Spencer is that in the last book that I was reading, I was reading about how Spencer was an influence on Nietzsche, and somewhat disappointingly, this book does not go directly into that point.
However, if one is familiar with Nietzsche, both with his writing and also various commentaries, it's clear that Spencer is interested in how social institutions evolved, and he's also interested in the evolution of both politics and religion, which he believes really stem from fear.
One can also see the influence of Laplace via Spencer, and this was someone who was interested in the idea of force and power that was inherent in everything.
So in that, I can see perhaps the genesis of the notion of the will to power.
Apparently, this power is not necessarily the result of a divinity, but rather it seems to be more a matter of things such as physics and kinetic energy and potential energies, and also the notion of the germplasm and the fact that organic organisms tend to replicate and spread.
Spencer's goal was to make mental processes more intelligible.
He wanted to understand how we develop our mentalities.
So you can see in that a lot of the ideas that Nietzsche would develop, because obviously Nietzsche was interested in values, for example, and how they evolved.
Spencer, as someone interested in psychology, which is also something that interests Nietzsche, he wanted to understand how emotional states come about.
So you can see Nietzsche's examination of values.
So another thing that Spencer wanted to do is he wanted to understand the mind-body connection, which prior to his time was something apparently that was not considered.
Which seems in a way rather odd, because I think that's something that we would be much more aware of today.
And he also somehow wants to bring together both the intuitive and the empirical.
As I said, Spencer is best known for his desire to understand evolution.
Of course he does this with the biases of his time.
That evolution would equal betterment and progress, and I suppose that is a value judgment of the Victorians and the Edwardians.
So he seems, oddly enough, to be in love with progress, even though he's often characterized as being one who fears that progress would make our species perhaps too soft.
But instead, apparently, according at least to this book, and I suppose a more objective view of Spencer's work, he seems to welcome a more peaceful age.
And he seems to have a belief, which sounds a bit naive, that he believes that the best society is one in which everyone follows their natures.
And he believes that that would be the most productive and happy society.
That's a very nice thing to believe.
I suppose when I was younger and more naive, if I would read something like that, I would perhaps buy into it.
But now that I'm older and more disillusioned with life, perhaps I am more of a skeptic.
At any rate, reading this book makes me take a greater interest in Herbert Spencer, and it's very possible that I'll find more of his works in the future, and I'll discuss him more.
So, thank you for listening, and I know I've gone into this topic of Spencer and Nietzsche a great deal, so I'll probably have to take a break from that topic because I've been so involved in that all throughout this summer, and I will do that.
I won't keep hammering on the same topic.
So, I thank you very much for listening.
Have a good evening and hail victory, comrades.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Right, it's time for another Brandenburg lecture here on Radio Free Northwest.
Now that's the name I've given to this series of little talks wherein we discuss the ins and outs, purely theoretical of course, of what might be termed Non-consensual regime change in Washington, D.C. You know, the kind of non-consensual regime change they experienced in this country in 1776, in France in 1789, in Russia in 1917, in Germany in 1933, and in Iran in 1979.
Not to mention Romania in 1989.
Now, these discussions are made possible by the 1969 landmark Supreme Court ruling Brandenburg v.
Ohio, which stated that it is perfectly legal and constitutional to talk about regime change in this country just so long as nobody actually tries to change anything, and as long as nobody annoys the people with power too badly, in which case they'll just ignore their own laws.
They do that a lot lately.
In the Middle Ages and the Renaissance, one of the worst offenses it was possible to commit was to speak of the death of the king.
That's the kind of talk that could get you hanged, drawn, and quartered, or literally boiled in oil in some cases.
In essence, this is what I'm doing with these Brandenburg lectures.
I'm speaking of the death of the king.
The end of America as we have known it for the past hundred years.
And Jesus Christ, it's high time that this monstrosity came crashing down.
Things in the world today have become so hideous that the end of America is a moral necessity if there's going to be any hope remaining for all of mankind, never mind just the white man.
I know that this is a very, very bad comparison.
But in the 1890s, the degenerate pommy aristocrat Lord Alfred Douglas was Oscar Wilde's bugger boy.
In one of his poems, Douglass referred to homosexuality as the love that dare not speak its name.
There's a topic which the white nationalist movement similarly has for years discussed only in whispers, and it's time we came out of the closet and openly discuss armed insurrection against the tyrants in Washington, D.C. The racial struggle that dare not speak its name.
Some people have asked me over the past week if I've lost my mind.
No, just my patience.
I've simply had it with trying to talk around this issue for the past 45 years for fear that some FBI asshole or U.S. attorney will take it upon himself or herself that the United States Constitution doesn't apply to me.
These people think that they're above the law and I am beneath it.
Well, fuck them.
Direct action to achieve genuine change in this society has been the 2,000-pound elephant in the movement's living room for all that time.
A large pachyderm that we all know full well is right there in front of us, but which everybody is simply too polite to mention while Grandma pours the tea and passes out the cookies.
Or, more accurately, that everybody is too terrified to mention.
Look, it's like this.
I have opinions on things, and I'm tired of not saying them, and after 45 years of this crap, I've just had enough.
For once...
I'm going to say what I mean.
And if that lands me in Edgar Steele's old cell, well, at least in my case they'll be arresting the right guy, and they won't have to fabricate a bunch of stupid bogus audio recordings of me trying to hire a janitor as a hitman or something equally absurd.
Now, before we go any further, guys, one quick caveat here, and I'm serious about this.
Remember that our friends in the Silksuits are still out there plying their revolting trade.
Beware of any person or group Who approaches you with some alleged plan for armed insurrection or premature illegality?
Possibly even citing these Brandenburg lectures from me as some kind of imprimatur giving you Harold's divine permission to go do stupid shit.
They will be lying.
Anyone who does so is either a dangerous idiot or else a law enforcement officer of some kind.
If you fall for their line, then you are an idiot.
It is an ironic truth that, to some degree, federal agent provocateurs provide the movement with a grim form of natural selection, whereby those who are too stupid to become genuine revolutionaries are weeded out.
Where were we?
Oh, yeah.
Let's face it, folks.
We should have been slaughtering these bastards a long time ago.
In my personal opinion, the proper time for armed and forcible resistance came in 1957, when President Eisenhower ordered troops into Little Rock to force a policy of racial integration on the white people of the South that we did not want, and which we had done everything democracy demanded to prevent, only to be ignored and spat on by the tyrants in Washington, D.C. The Confederate States of America should have been reestablished, and we should have had a rematch of what happened in 1861.
And maybe this time the good guys would have won, and we wouldn't have all these terrible and life-threatening problems that we have today.
I'll say it again.
We should have been spilling the blood of the white man's enemies a long time ago.
Everybody knows it, and everybody knows that the reason that we haven't been doing so is not out of any political or tactical considerations, but because, quite simply, we're too chicken shit.
We simply do not believe in any of this cack we're talking sufficiently strongly to put our physical bodies and our lives on the table for it.
We think more of our own safety than we do of our honor.
We think more of our wealth and our personal possessions than we do of our children, and for that we deserve everything that has been done to us over the past three generations.
Cowards and dumbasses deserve no sympathy, although their children certainly do.
Can we change that?
Sure.
We could change it all tomorrow if we wanted to.
It wouldn't be hard.
The system is weak, tottering, and their goons really aren't all that tough.
Now, we're talking about paramilitary forces who burned children alive at Waco, who shot down a little boy and a mother with a baby in her arms in her home at Ruby Ridge.
Who shot down an old man in the Argon winter snow and who deliberately fabricated audio tapes in order to make an elderly man of 67 in poor health die in prison out of sheer malice.
These are not the actions of strong, brave men.
They are the contemptible acts of contemptible cowards who hurt people for money.
The FBI, ATF, DHS, all these agencies, they're hired muscle who keep our oppressors in power.
I honestly don't think that all these big bad FBI and ATF and other goons and their body armor have what it takes to stand up to real resistance from real men like the kind I have known and seen in Rhodesia and Ireland and elsewhere.
I think the first time they come up against organized and determined white men who aren't afraid of them, they'll throw down their weapons and run like they did on the first day at Waco.
A little stiffening of our spines, and we could erase the past 70 years if we wanted to.
So what, we don't want to?
Sure we do.
We just can't figure out any way to do it without any risk or inconvenience to ourselves.
Certain of our fearless leaders keep trying to figure out some way to persuade some other poor dumb cluck or clucks to go first.
Take all the risk, and if he wins, then Fearless Leader can step forward and take the credit and reap the rewards of power.
And if they lose and get killed or sent to prison for 5,000 years, Fearless Leader has plausible deniability and he can sit there and keep on selling his DVDs and his videos by mail and on the internet.
Bear in mind the essential difference between direct action and the stupid illegal act.
Direct action is an overt act which inflicts serious damage against the enemy through the loss of important personnel or resources.
An act which improves the movement's image as serious revolutionaries to be treated with the respect which comes from the capacity to use force successfully, which demoralizes and confuses the enemy and correspondingly strengthens the morale of the movement and the white population as a whole.
Finally, the most critical component of direct action is that the persons carrying it out are not apprehended or punished by the forces of the state.
Okay, time to break up the sound of my droning voice.
Oh, why not another moonshining song?
This is Stringbean.
Down the road here from me, there's a big holly tree, where they lay down a dollar or two.
Where they drive round the bend, and they come back, and then there's a jug full of good old Mountain Dew.
We'll call it that old Mountain Dew, and those that refuse it are a few.
I'll hush up my mug if you fill up my jug with good old Mountain Dew.
Well, my Aunt June got some new perfume, it was such a sweet smell and perfume.
But to her surprise, when you hide out her lies, there's nothing but that good old Mountain Dew.
Well, I call it that old Mountain Dew, and those that refuted are a few.
I'll hush up my mug if you fill up my jug with good old Mountain Dew.
I'll hush up my mug if you fill up my jug with good old Mountain Dew.
But you give him a pint, and he thinks he's a giant of that good old Mountain Dew.
Well, I call it that old Mountain Dew, and those that with you are a few.
I'll trip my mug, even fill up my jug with that good old Mountain Dew.
By contrast, the stupid illegal act is usually carried out spontaneously, with little or no prior planning, often under the influence of alcohol.
It is directed against minor targets, such as street niggers, individual faggots, or race mixers, etc., who are no real laws to the system, there being plenty more where they came from.
Think Dylan Roof.
Think Craig Hicks.
Think Craig Cobb.
Finally, the perpetrators are almost always immediately arrested and given crushing prison sentences, thus boosting the enemy's morale and bolstering the deterrent effect of the establishment's crumbling legal machinery, giving it a gloss of efficiency which it does not in fact possess.
Such as it is, the white nationalist movement throughout the world since 1945 has been distinguished by one remarkable characteristic which separates it from every other revolutionary movement ever known.
A reluctance verging on the racially suicidal to engage in armed military struggle against genocidal tyranny.
Genuine politics is about one thing, the acquisition and exercise of power.
All else is political hobbyism, a luxury which the wealthy landed gentry of the 18th and 19th centuries who created liberal democracy could afford, but which a race on the verge of extinction cannot.
Power All power without exception is in the final analysis founded on one basis.
Armed force.
Religion, constitutions, civil laws, customs, and all the various social institutions for reinforcing acceptable behavior, which means submission to authority.
All of these have their place in a state's power structure, but without the ultimate sanction of the bayonet, they are meaningless.
All power, without exception, is initially acquired through armed force or through the imminent threat of armed force.
Some revolutions are bloodier than others.
The Bolsheviks slaughtered millions while the National Socialist German Workers' Party came to power in Germany after somewhat less than a thousand deaths in 14 years of street fighting between the party's paramilitary formations and the communists.
But all modern states, without exception, were originally brought into existence by men who fought for power with weapons in their hands.
Power becomes accessible to revolutionaries when the existing order loses two vital assets upon which the maintenance of any government depends.
The first element is the consent of the governed, and the second is the credible monopoly of armed force.
When the revolutionary movement has both the will and the capacity to commit acts of armed insurrection against the state, and to do so with impunity, i.e.
the perpetrators are not caught or punished, then the state has lost the credible monopoly of force, which is the foundation of all power.
Persons other than those sanctioned by the state exercise power over the lives and destinies of others.
The revolutionary movement begins to displace the state's apparatus by armed compulsion as well as by transferring the consent of the governed to itself through persuasion and propaganda.
Both persuasion and coercion are necessary to carry out a successful revolution.
Neither element alone can succeed without the other.
All of the propaganda, all the popular support, and all the legal activity in the world are useless.
If the state can fall back on armed force at any time to maintain itself and destroy opposition.
A revolutionary movement without an effective armed wing is doomed to perpetual futility and eventual defeat.
Now, the formulations I just stated are by no means original with me.
They're as old as statecraft itself.
I simply happen to be the only American racial nationalist who is willing to discuss them in public.
These truths are obvious from even the most cursory examination of human history.
They're also obvious from reading today's headlines.
It is a demonstrable historical fact.
Pursued with sufficient persistence, ruthlessness, military expertise, and fearless disregard for the consequences, armed struggle eventually works.
Why then do the white males of the late 20th century persistently refuse to utilize the gun?
The basic tool of power which is understood and applied without hesitation by the most savage African tribal leader and the most corrupt and uncouth Latin American despot.
Well, there's common or garden variety cowardice, of course, but it's a little more complex and nuanced than that.
Not much, but some.
There's also the incredible lack of practical political education and knowledge among what passes for Aryan leadership.
The bulk of whom are politically and historically illiterate.
Your average Ku Klux Klan leader has never cracked a proper history book in his life and probably thinks Machiavelli is a foreign sports car.
To be sure, some prominent movement figures, especially those involved in revisionism, do possess a high degree of specialized knowledge within certain very narrow fields, such as constitutional esoterica or the Third Reich period in Germany, whatever.
But while they may be able to wax abstruse on obscure points of common law, which the federal judiciary of today simply ignores, or rattle off the name of every SS division and every Jew who was ever involved in Marxism, by and large, any in-depth historical scholarship is almost entirely lacking within the movement.
Our reluctance to face up to the reality of armed struggles, pivotal role in social and political change goes beyond these immediately apparent causes.
It reaches into the deep-rooted psychological malaise which has pervaded the entire white racial resistance movement throughout the Western world since 1945.
Now, this psychological and spiritual condition is difficult to quantify.
The late Dr. Revelo Oliver once posed the famous question, Have we, the men of the West, lost the will to live?
Down through the years, I have often observed that the white man in America seems to be in the grip of a kind of collective death wish, a mysterious and inexplicable will to failure.
I am by no means the first to notice this phenomenon.
One of the best articles that the late Bob Miles ever wrote was in the aftermath of the Fort Smith Sedition Trials in 1988, when he pointed out in his From the Mountain newsletter that the acquittals in that despicable charade, instead of heartening us and encouraging us to more activism, resulted instead in an avalanche of sullen defeatism, smears, carping, and dog-in-the-manger petty bickering throughout the movement.
Bob pointed out something which is crucial to understanding why we have gotten virtually nowhere for the past two generations.
Over and above the preponderance of outright fraudulent leadership who are in it for the money and with the alt-right today apparently in it for the homosexual sex, the movement has been controlled for years by elements who are deeply pessimistic,
defeatist, It's difficult to assign a precise point where the rot set in.
The murder of Commander Rockwell will do for a benchmark, but the fact remains that for almost three decades, the bulk of the white right in North America has been led by men who are simply going through the motions.
Now, to be sure, sometimes they've gone through the motions with a certain degree of style and class.
David Duke springs to mind.
He's spent his entire career doing nothing but running laps, but he runs them with style.
Yet, with one or two shining exceptions, such as the Saga of the Order, the various attempts at white resistance, which have occurred over the past 45 years that I've been observing them, have always had a dark, sinister undercurrent.
The acidly poisonous idea that victory isn't really possible and that the white man is essentially doomed to extinction through his own stupidity and his own character flaws and that the most any of us can really do is to draw the funeral ceremonies and the eulogies out as long as we can before getting on with the business of dying.
When this attitude is taken into consideration, the reluctance...
Seriously to discuss, much less to adopt, the one operational strategy 100% guaranteed to catapult us into serious politics in double-quick time becomes comprehensible.
Why risk one's life, health, and liberty on what is essentially an interesting but ultimately futile hobby?
Because that is exactly how most so-called leaders among us regard the whole exercise in which they are engaged.
Now, there are, of course, a number of practical objections to direct action at the moment.
Please don't think I'm unaware of them.
In the first place, we lack anything even remotely resembling leadership sufficiently competent to wage a military campaign.
Certain so-called leaders among us have occasionally incited their skinhead followers to acts of random violence with hysterical rhetoric about quote-unquote Aryan warriors.
Tom Metzger, come on down.
But this is just self-destructive hooliganism, not properly organized revolution.
Usually the skins who fell into this trap ended up doing more damage to themselves and their friends than to the enemy, which may of course have been the object of the whole exercise.
Almost nowhere in white American males do we find the attributes of the political soldier, the total dedication to the cause, to the exclusion of every personal consideration.
The alertness to one's surroundings which means survival in guerrilla warfare.
The cool and steady hand that can pull a trigger at close range and watch the brains splatter or detonate a bomb without fumbling or hesitation.
The mental agility necessary to stay one step ahead of the pursuing police and government troops.
and above all the selfless total dedication the inflexible purpose the iron self-discipline necessary to function under unbelievable pressure to stand the unimaginable stress and to live the life of the modern-day urban gorilla Belfast produces IRA and UVF men.
America produces Homer Simpsons and Beavis and Buttheads.
My novels are only fiction, and no one knows that better than me because I've seen the real thing and we ain't it.
During my 25 years in the movement, I have met a few white men with that kind of inflexible will, hardness, courage, and integrity.
But only a few.
Before we can even think about rebelling against the tyrant, we must produce a different kind of white man in this country.
Now, that is not beyond the realm of possibility.
I do not, in fact, believe that we ourselves will have to perform this prodigious transmutation.
I think Mr. Soros and his crowd are going to do it for us.
Because, you see, oppression either breaks men or it makes them.
Now, we live in a backed-up toilet, and I'm convinced that eventually even our docile pale faces will finally let the scales fall from their eyes and make the decision that they would rather die than live like this one more day.
And they don't care how many secret policemen are tapping their phones or reading their email or following them around.
This little series of Brandenburg thingies I'm doing here may be just the tip of the iceberg, as more and more white men just decide, screw this, they've had enough, and they're not going to live in fear anymore, and they are going to start speaking out loud what they think and they feel.
That's the first step.
The philosopher Nietzsche said that that which does not destroy me makes me stronger.
The Jews and their leftist allies have turned this country into a revolting, putrid swamp.
But dangerous beasts breed in swamps.
I think the Jews and the establishment have suffered for a long time from the typical defect which the arrogance of power breeds.
An overestimation of their own ability to control events.
The law is a weapon, and like any other weapon, it is only as good or as bad as the people wielding it.
Right now, the law is in the hands of the present United States government and the liberal establishment, one of many such weapons.
It is being used to pillage you, to disrupt and break up your family, to rob your children of a future and will eventually destroy you in your old age.
The law in its present state deserves no respect from any white man or woman in America.
Indeed, obedience and respect for the law have become counter-survival, and human nature being what it is, anything that's counter-survival will not endure.
Adolf Hitler himself stated in Mein Kampf, When a people is being driven to destruction through the instrument of governmental authority, then rebellion is not only the right, but the duty of that people.
Finally, there is the moral dimension to be considered.
Looking for easy outs and safe shortcuts is not only futile, it's wrong.
Before we can have a new white world, we must earn it.
That's the way life works.
Like all persecuted minorities, white people are despised.
We are despised by the government.
We're despised by the liberal establishment.
We are despised by the congoid criminals who rape and rob and kill our people.
We are despised by the media.
And to a large degree, we are despised by our own children.
We are despised because we are correctly viewed as weak, cowardly, lazy, incapable, and unwilling to defend ourselves or take any serious action against those who despoil and victimize us, other than to go whining to the enemy's police and the enemy's courts.
Why, in the name of God, should anyone respect us?
Why should we respect ourselves?
It's time white men recovered our self-respect and the respect of those who hate us, and it is a long-standing human truth that respect among men is earned by the shedding of blood.
Well, our 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, Sarsha and Aban.
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