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Oct. 12, 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 bikes will speed together by the rising of the moon.
Oh, then tell me, Sean O'Farrell, where the gathering is to be, In the old spot, by the river, right the note to you and me.
One more roar for signal, token, whistle, out the marching tune, For your bike upon your shoulder by the rising of the moon, By the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon, With your bike upon your 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 warming light.
Wars passed along the valleys like the man she's lonely croon, And a thousand blades were flashing at the rising of the moon, And the rising of the moon, and the rising of the moon, And a thousand blades were flashing at the rising of the moon.
It's Columbus Day, October the 12th, 2017.
I'm Harold Covington, and this is Radio Free Northwest.
Right, I suppose, before we move on, I need to at least say something about the Las Vegas shooting incident since it's been taking up so much bandwidth that it's obsessed everybody for a week and it would be considered odd if I didn't say anything.
Now, as most of you probably know, I am not really too big on conspiracy theory.
It's one of our many character traits in this wee little movement of ours, which, in my opinion, causes more trouble and hurts more than it helps, largely because we're so bad at it, since most of us simply don't have either the true facts or the historical knowledge to hand of how human conspiracies actually work in practice.
We also fail to understand the nature of our enemy, and we either don't realize or refuse to accept that the federal government of the United States is a vast bureaucracy, quavering with senility and stunningly stupid, wasteful, and inept, who simply do not have the competence to conspire on the intricate and complex Machiavellian levels that we attribute to them.
I mean, for God's sake, by now the regime is staffed mostly with affirmative action hires and diversity employees, people who are where they are because they've either got tits, a dark skin, or both.
Promoting anyone into positions of power on those grounds with no regard to talent or merit or ability is colossally stupid.
Most federal agencies I know of couldn't actually plan a successful drugstore heist if you take away their wealth and political power and their license to kill.
Now, what we do get very often in government circles is conspiracy to disguise or cover up that aforementioned incompetence.
But that's another story.
Anyway, all that having been said, there is something really weird about that business in Las Vegas last week.
There are just so many weird things and unanswered questions about it that even I find it creepy and disturbing.
Even the Soros people have stopped trying to claim that this guy Paddock is a quote-unquote white supremacist in view of the fact that he was shacking with some Filipino hag in her 50s, which in itself is bizarre.
I mean, the man was a multi-millionaire for Pete's sake.
Even if he liked him brown, he could buy better than that in Vegas of all places.
So, what's her role in all this?
The sudden trip to the Philippines, the $100,000, all those guns in the hotel room, all the people who claim to have seen and heard a second shooter.
Why a country music concert of all the possible targets?
What exactly was in this note that was allegedly left behind?
Now, I've seen one version of that online, and if that's true, then it's pretty clear to me the guy was just a raving lunatic, but I don't know if that's authentic.
Already there is so much disinformation being spread about this incident that it's going to be almost impossible to sort it out.
This guy, who is my age, and up until this moment has never done anything except make money and enjoy spending it, he goes and does something like this?
Steven Paddock is the son my parents would have loved to have had.
So what's up with all this?
Did Steven Paddock get a mysterious phone call that told him he had miles to go before he sleeps?
I don't know, and I have this sneaking suspicion at the back of my mind that this is one of those things where we ain't never gonna know.
Okay, time now for some more of what I call the Brandenburg Commentary, named after the landmark 1969 Supreme Court ruling, Brandenburg v.
Ohio, which decreed that theoretical discussion or direct action to bring about change in this decrepit and poisonous society is constitutionally protected free speech.
Just so long as no one ever actually tries to change anything.
In which case, Americans can be arrested without trial, framed on perjured evidence, tortured, and murdered.
Oh, beautiful for spacious skies and all that crap.
I'm going to start this week with another one of Harold's obscure little Aryan history stories.
Sorry if some of you find these boring, but this one has a point.
The official story is that the Protestant Reformation as a whole, and the Lutheran Church in particular, began in 1517 when Martin Luther nailed his 95 theses to the door of the cathedral in Wittenberg, Germany, and that's true as far as it goes.
But what ensured the survival of the Reformation and of Luther's theology was an event that took place about three years later, if memory serves.
Luther's ideas had caused all kinds of hullabaloo in the established religious world of the time, and he'd started acquiring a lot of followers, especially in Germany.
And so the Catholic Church decided to pull one of their old tricks out of the bag.
They summoned Martin Luther to a big meeting at some place in Germany.
This might actually have been the famous Diet of Worms.
I can't recall.
Anyway, the idea being that Luther would defend his assorted heretical ideas against the top theologians and cardinals of the church in a big debate.
Now, the Pope and the Catholics didn't really care whether or not Luther won the debate, because whether he won or lost, the intention was to arrest him at the end of the conference and burn him at the stake.
You understand they'd already done this to a lot of reformers and so-called heretics down through the centuries who had challenged the wealth and the power of the Church, going all the way back to the Albigenses and Jan Hus and the spiritual Franciscans and Nogamy into who those people were or will be here all night.
Anyway.
Suffice it to say that the church's habit of inviting people to come to Rome or someplace else to be burned for their sins was pretty well known, and you'd think people would catch on, and actually they did.
But no true heretic could ever resist the opportunity to rant and rave at the Pope and the church for the record with an audience, and so mostly these poor saps kept coming to these things, even knowing what awaited them.
When Martin Luther got his invite to this clan bank, I think he pretty much knew what was scheduled for the end of the proceedings.
But, being your basic narcissistic fanatic, he went anyway, and I don't mean that in a bad way.
A lot of history has been made by narcissistic fanatics.
I should know I'm one myself.
Okay, getting back to my long, rambling Grandpa Simpson story, Martin Luther attended this debate, held his own in the face of the Catholic theologians and cardinals.
He made his famous Here I Stand speech, which you can look up on the internet, and then he departed unharmed.
Why?
Because accompanying him to the meeting were 200 of his own students from the University at Wittenberg, wearing armor and carrying swords and battle axes.
And they made it clear to the Catholics that any attempt to harm or detain Martin Luther would be met with immediate and overwhelming armed force.
That's why today there are Lutheran churches dotting the land all over America and throughout the world, as there have been for 500 years now.
Not because Luther was right.
Not because the opposing side had any respect for free speech or dissent.
Not because God was on his side, but because those 200 young, physically fit men with swords and battle axes were at his side when they were needed.
And willing to spill the blood of those who would deny them their right freely to think and speak and write and believe as they saw fit.
If not for that armed escort, Luther would have been seized and barbecued, and that would have been the end of that.
We'd all be still genuflecting and counting our rosary beads today, for better or for worse.
But the early Lutherans understood something that modern-day Americans have forgotten, and that is that whether it's the Roman Catholic Church in the 16th century or the federal government of the United States in the 21st, tyranny doesn't play fair.
Tyranny respects no one's rights, and the only way to defeat tyranny is with armed force and the clear willingness to use it.
I'm going to try now to speak for a whole people, my people, several generations of them.
And I think our enemies who are listening to this will know that I speak the truth, and that's why they fear us.
Ever since I was a child, I have always been able to detect that there is...
How can I put this?
There is a kind of stench about America.
America, even back in those days, was kind of like a fish that's been lying out on a dock for a while.
Not quite rotten yet, but the flies were buzzing around, and if you got a whiff, you could tell it was starting to go off.
Things have never been really right here for generations, actually, since before I was born.
As far back as the oldest people among us can recall, something has always been a little bit off.
You could tell the fish was starting to turn.
Now, I'm not alone among white people of my generation in that I have always felt, almost instinctively, that there was something wrong, something off-kilter about what's been happening in this country, something defective about the way it's run and who's running it, We all knew someday it was going to come to a head and cause serious major problems.
Not just the obvious stuff, the scandals and the corruption and the stupidity and the pointless wars and the whole Obama thing, but something wrong about the kind of government and the kind of society that seems to constantly produce this kind of crap.
A society and a way of life that somehow just never quite seems to get its act together.
A way of life that can never really solve anything.
A ruling class that always seems to be a day late and dollars short on everything.
I like to read our old right-wing and racial stuff from back in the day.
I used to have quite a collection, and by the by, if anyone knows where I can get hold of some of the old duck books from the early 1980s, I'd love to read those again.
There was almost an innocent error about the way they constantly predicted disaster, and of course now the disaster's here.
I knew a lot of guys who were around back then, and of course I remember a good deal of it myself, and I can tell you that there was always this sense that things weren't right.
Now, I'm not talking just about right-wingers or movement people.
I know that probably the overwhelming majority of white Americans over the past 50 years have had somewhere in the backs of their minds this quiet and unspoken sense of unease, this sense that things weren't really going the way they should, not entirely.
After all, we won the Great World War II, didn't we?
We beat the evil Nazis and slaughtered their leaders and A-bombed the Japs, and then those of us who made it out alive came home and had a parade and went to college on the GI Bill and married Cindy Lou from next door and had 2.5 kids and a tract house and a suburban development.
Didn't we?
Didn't Hollywood and the politicians promise us that if we'd just kill that evil Hitler fella for the Jews, everything would be alright, a paradise on earth?
And for a while in the 1950s, maybe we got a little taste of that, but then all this other crap just kept coming up.
First, the war in Korea that everybody knew he didn't really win and everybody tried to forget about, and then there was our refusal to face up to the whole communist thing and the media demonizing Joe McCarthy and murdering James Forrestal and a few other men within the system who tried to resist.
Then there was this whole civil rights thing, with niggers marching everywhere and getting into everything and starting to demand gimme, gimme, gimme, and the media crawling after Martin Luther King and licking his feet.
And of course then came Vietnam, where we allowed people like Jane Fonda and the liberals to give open aid and comfort to the enemy.
Oh boy, if she'd tried that shit in World War II when we were fighting white Europeans, Jane Fonda would have been stood up against a wall and shot.
Then we let the liberal media lynch an American president and hound him out of office, and all of a sudden we had Jimmy Carter as president, and TV started getting really smutty, and those 2.5 kids from the tract house in the suburbs started going on drugs and turning into brainless sluts and losers who couldn't stay married and never seemed to focus on anything.
Okay, Ronald Reagan gave the old America a brief encore.
A final bow, but it was hollow.
The soul and the core of the old America was gone by then.
From 1988 on, the mudslide just never stopped.
We know what's happened since then.
Now, at long last, America's bill has come due.
The balloon hasn't quite gone up yet, but it's floating high on its tether line, and the tether line is fraying, about to snap in two.
Given the hysterical reaction on the part of the establishment to the events of last November the 8th and the Trump presidency, We may now be within shouting distance of the moment when that tether line does snap and the balloon goes floating away.
The problems are obvious for all to see.
For one thing, we had a nigger in the White House for eight years who was constitutionally barred from the office because he was born in a foreign country, which the empowered elite simply ignored.
And the damage that Munkoy did in those eight years is probably beyond repair, even if President Trump were the man some of us once thought him to be, which he isn't.
Now we've got a third world country full of third world immigrants and third world living conditions.
We've got a massive drug and pornography culture.
We're a second class economic power and the almighty dollar has become basically a green piece of toilet paper that can barely buy a pound of pot roast for ten bucks.
The white middle class has been destroyed and the Brady Bunch is living under a bridge.
Our children have no future and the way things are going, our future has no children.
Hell, all of you know what's going on out there.
All of you listening to my voice know what a toilet the United States of America has turned into.
Now, is this what we defeated and killed that evil guy Hitler and all those Germans for back in the day?
Now, I'm not the only one to ask that question.
I've known a lot of World War II veterans in my time, not just American vets, but British and South African and Canadian, who toward the end of their lives said flat out that we fought on the wrong side in that war.
And I'll tell you something else.
Only a small handful of people will ever hear these Radio Free Northwest podcasts.
But if somehow I could reach an audience of millions with them, there are millions who would agree with me and who would support the Northwest Front.
I think that's what pisses me off.
We could win and get our Northwest Republic.
Almost tomorrow, and we probably wouldn't have to fire more than a relatively few shots as these things go, if I could make myself heard over all the noise and get you people to help me.
Today we are living...
With the consequences of our failure to act over the past hundred years, and by act I don't mean walk into a silly little booth and pull a lever choosing which rotten piece of shit in a suit we want stealing from us in which public office.
Okay, I know right-wingers and white nationalists have been screaming for years that the sky is falling and we're all about to go Mad Max, and it hasn't happened yet.
In Europe it is finally starting to come unglued, but in North America the society is so huge, so complex, Still so incredibly wealthy and productive that it seems to have an almost unlimited staying power.
A miraculous ability to right itself and stay afloat, even though every time it stabilizes at a lower and lower level.
But let me make something clear.
Things are never going to get better, and I can't even find anybody in the system itself who seriously thinks they will.
From now on, the trend will always be downward.
And even the liberal state-controlled media are admitting this when they tell us that from now on what we see around us is the quote-unquote new normal, as they put it.
Every year from now on, the new normal is going to get worse and worse for white people and their families, and that includes all you FBI and other law enforcement droids who are listening to this, hoping that you'll find some excuse to shoot the messenger and win that little gold star on your forehead for your masters.
You and your families aren't immune, you know.
You have to live in this backed-up toilet you've helped create just like everybody else.
Things have gone too far.
The lessons of 5,000 years of human history and the disintegration of empires is repeating itself before our very eyes.
Historically speaking, there is only one way this can end, and that is at the point of a gun muzzle in somebody's hands.
Maybe not me.
Maybe not the Northwest Independence Movement, but somebody.
And you know something?
I think deep down, somewhere in the back of your minds, you guys know that as well as I do.
There are crucial junctures in history when nations become sick unto death and they have to sweat blood in order to get better.
There are critical points in the development of a society where it is absolutely necessary that certain groups and classes of people must be permanently removed from the political and economic and cultural process.
Because they are killing it.
And like all parasites, they must be purged away, or else the host will die.
The United States is now at that point in its history.
In our draft constitution for the Northwest American Republic, which you may read on our website at northwestfront.org, we identify and eliminate two of those classes of people by forbidding the existence of lawyers and forbidding the existence of paid professional clergy.
By removing those two professions alone from society, we in the Republic will avoid an infinite amount of the same kind of trouble that has plagued the United States almost since the Pilgrims landed.
Some kind of revolution in this country, based on armed force, is a historical inevitability.
It's going to happen.
The thing is for us to control the process and ensure that the white man survives.
That's not just a matter of pure survival, though.
It is absolutely morally impermissible for these evil, evil people to continue winning all the time, keeping this horror alive.
At some point, sanity has to reassert itself.
At some point, human decency has to triumph over the evil arrogance of these people in Washington, D.C., because if not, there will be nothing left for anyone.
Let me ask you something.
Suppose a white man did vanish from North America.
What do you think would happen on this continent in the centuries that followed, overrun with niggers and mestizos who can't even feed themselves in their own countries?
In whose interest is it for the American Southwest to turn into what Mexico is today and the rest of the country to turn into some sort of weird American version of North Korea or Somalia or maybe the world of Soylent Green?
People, it has to stop.
We have to stop it.
I don't usually sit here and read from my own novels.
That's a bit too narcissistic even for me.
But I'm going to make an exception in this case.
This is the opening chapter, or prologue, of my second Northwest Independence novel, A Distant Thunder.
Don't worry, it's short.
A Distant Thunder is the story of Shane Ryan.
A very old veteran of the Northwest Volunteer Army, describing the days of his youth in politically correct America at the beginning of the 21st century, and then his service with the NVA and a series of interviews with an author and journalist who's going around getting the last of the survivors to give their accounts of the Northwest War of Independence for the historical record.
The prologue is called The Turning Wheels.
Now remember, the novel is in the first person, and so this is Shane himself who's speaking to you here.
At the end of the 20th century, there was a Japanese college professor named Francis Fukuyama.
He wrote a long, intellectual, and très chic essay called The End of History that became quite famous.
Francis Fukuyama was an intellectual whore who sold his mind for money.
He was a tame academic who sucked up to the wealthy and powerful of his era big time.
He told them what they wanted to hear, and he reaped their largesse.
When the blank-faced white man in the silk suits said jump, Francis Fukuyama asked how high.
When the suits said run, Francis Fukuyama asked how far.
He politely avoided the mildly disturbing term plutocracy and substituted a much more fashionable practice of publicly referring to the wealthy, corrupt, amoral, incompetent, discreetly homosexual, Anglo-Zionist, corporate ruling elite of the late 20th century.
By the grotesque name of liberal democracy.
It was, of course, neither liberal nor democratic, but truth didn't matter in those days.
Fukuyama argued that liberal democracy, as he called it, was the final form of human government for all time to come.
He claimed that the allegedly irresistible combination of liberal democracy and multinational capitalism had triumphed over all other competing systems, such as monarchy, fascism, communism, national socialism, welfare state socialism, and, of course, that nasty Islamic theocracy of the ignorant Arab peasants that persecuted poor little helpless Israel so.
History was now at an end, Professor Fukuyama told the world.
All that remained was to formalize that fact by taking care of a few little details and getting everybody on board and whipped into shape.
Then, once we got rid of all those picky little odds and ends like race and religion and culture and morality and the traditional nuclear family, in other words, once we destroyed all that makes humanity truly diverse in the non-politically correct sense of the term, Then all the nations of the earth would boogie down in one great conga line onto the great worldwide Euro-American consumer plantation.
There, mankind would graze in the grass, dancing and singing and blowing dope and fucking anything with a pulse, bathed in the warm, soothing glow from the television.
The very flow of history itself would cease, and the Garden of Eden would be reborn, but instead of a serpent, in our new paradise we'd have only Ronald McDonald.
The world would henceforth and forever be benevolently ruled from the corporate boardroom by pale, unseen beings in expensive suits, while at their shoulder, for spiritual guidance, whispered the holy rabbi Hyman Hebelbaum from Temple Schmuck-El.
Wearing his little blue and white knitted beanie, his heart filled with the brotherhood of man and confident in his ancient Talmudic knowledge of what is best for us all.
Wrong, asshole!
Dead wrong.
The United States of America into which I was born was all a lie.
A cheap, shoddy, vicious, evil lie that deserved nothing but bloody death at the point of a sword.
In the United States of America, if you had a white skin and a dick on you, if you had no money, then you were nothing.
Get back, redneck.
No one cared about you.
No one would lift a finger to help you, and all you were good for was to fix the rich people's appliances and toys.
You were raw material for biped swine and suits to make money for themselves off your sweat and your pain.
You lived your whole life like a dog.
You were beaten like a dog, and you died like a dog.
Well, by God, we showed those rich sons of bitches and their smart Jew lawyers and their pet monkeys that dogs have teeth.
Oh yeah.
Amazing what a few well-placed bullets and a dab or two of Semtex under some rabbis kosher tukis can do to get the wheels of history jump-started and turning back on track.
My name is Shane Ryan.
I was one of those little details Fukuyama and his kind could never quite take care of.
I was a Northwest volunteer, and this is how we started the wheels of history turning again.
I want to see the wheels of history turning again before I die, people.
Please, help me.
Okay, that was quite a long ramble on my part, so I guess it's time for a music break.
Seems to me I haven't played any rock and roll for a while.
This is some real rock and roll, from 1958 specifically.
I actually can remember hearing this song played on the radio when I was a child.
This is the kind of song that you could get away with back then.
It was very definitely an age of innocence in many respects.
Nowadays, if any rock group or singer tried to do a song like this, they would be shouted down and chased by a howling liberal lynch mob out of the business.
Cultural appropriation or racism or whatever.
Anyway, this is Dave Seville and the Chipmunks.
I told the witch doctor I was in love with you.
I told the witch doctor I was in love with you And then the witch doctor he told me what to do He said that...
I told the witch doctor you did love me true I told the witch doctor you did love me nice And then the witch doctor, he gave me this advice, he said that, "Ooh-ee, ooh-ah-ah, ting-tang, walla walla bing-bang."
You've been keeping love from me just like you were a miser.
And I'll admit I wasn't very smart.
So I went out and found myself a guy that's so much wiser.
And he taught me the way to win your heart.
My friend, the witch doctor, he taught me what to say.
My friend, the witch doctor, he taught me what to do.
I know you'll be mine when I say this to you.
Oooo ee ooo ah ah ting tang walla walla bing bang You've been keeping love from me just like you were a miser And I'll admit I wasn't very smart So I went out and found myself a guy that's so much wiser And he taught me the way to win your heart My friend,
a witch doctor, he taught me what to say My friend, a witch doctor, he taught me what to do I know that you'll be mine when I say this to you, oh baby.
Hoo-ee, hoo-ah-ah-ah, ting-tang, walla walla bing-bang.
Hoo-ee, hoo-ah-ah-ah, ting-tang, walla walla bing-bang.
Come on in, hoo-ee, hoo-ah-ah-ah, ting-tang, walla walla bing-bang.
Ooh-ee, ooh-ah-ah, ting-tang, walla-walla, bang-bang Ooh-ee, ooh-ah-ah, ting-tang, walla-walla, bing-bang Ooh-ee, ooh-ah-ah, ting-tang, walla-walla, bang-bang Ooh ooh ooh ee ooh ah ah ting tang walla walla bing bang Ooh ee ooh ah ah ting tang walla walla bang bang Who eats...
you Thank you.
Good evening, comrades.
Tonight I'm going to be discussing Fallsham Jäger, Breast and Beyond, by Hermann Bernard Remka.
Now, this account of the defense of Breast was translated by Remka's son after his esteemed father passed away.
In this account, we find General Ramka and his compatriots contemplating the question of Normandy versus Calais.
In any case, the situation seems to be one in which paratroopers can and should be used to advantage.
And according to this author, they really were not used enough.
Now, early in the war, as we all know, the citizens of France Seemed to have little interest in anything other than cooperation.
However, as the war continued, the British decided that smuggling operations should also be used for reconnaissance purposes.
The author also admits that the Germans did make certain mistakes in their occupation of France.
For example, expelling the French from Alsance and Lorraine.
As a result of all this, the resistance grew stronger.
And naturally, as that happened, there was more need for defensive actions of various kinds.
Now, the porn of Breast was desired by both sides.
Of course, as we all know, after Normandy, the situation became increasingly desperate.
The port was well defended in terms of sea attack, but it was never considered that troops would sail over and then attack on land.
Now, I don't know why that wasn't considered, but apparently it wasn't.
Eventually, it became evident that the town, which had many civilians, really needed to be evacuated.
With the exception of those civilians who were involved in either air raid prevention or fire service.
And to this end, Remco was instrumental in organizing a brief truce during the morning hours, and this truce went on for several days.
There were some French citizens, perhaps because they were partisans, who were less than eager to evacuate.
However, everyone was helped to the highest degree of ability to do so.
And there was even a hospital that was set up for the sickly and the wounded.
Remke always talks about how any prisoners of war were always treated strictly in accord with Hague and Geneva Convention rules.
By the 13th of September of 1944, Remke is asked to surrender, but he ends up holding out until he gets captured on September the 20th.
Prior to the German surrender, Remke is interrogated by Wainwright.
However, because the surrender has not yet occurred, Remke will not give any information.
And it was around this time that Remke learns that he was awarded the diamond cluster addition to the Knight's Cross.
At first, Remke is held In England, but then he's flown to the United States and eventually is taken to Fort Meade where he would learn of the German surrender.
At this point, a certain subset of German POWs that are with him in Fort Meade, they They start to decide that they want the Allies to like them, and they start removing various insignia from their uniform.
As someone who is unapologetically German, Remka objects to this behavior, and he talks about how the German soldiers should be repatriated.
I don't know whether these complaints...
Carried weight or not with the Americans and the other allies, but eventually the various German POWs start being sent back to Europe.
They start getting sent to Britain and France.
And indeed, Remka himself was eventually sent back east from Fort Meade and eventually He's taken to New York and then on back to England.
Remco was a very vocal prisoner and he appealed to German-Americans for various types of assistance.
Now, he's very successful in this and he ends up collecting many donations for these German families.
Duke himself had to face various allegations about his time as a paratrooper in Crete, and it's true that he was involved in some very tough combat operations, but it was stated by the Allied General Inglis that the fighting was tough in Crete, but that it was fair.
Remka does consider escaping to Argentina.
And if you take the time to read this book, you'll find that Remka was an individual who was very highly trained in tactics.
And he really knew how to escape.
So when he really wants to escape...
He's able to do that.
Like many Germans, Remco was distressed to learn that his family, for a time at least, some of his family members were stuck behind Soviet lines.
But eventually, they would all make it out of the Soviet zone.
Boca was actually transferred on several occasions, and conditions would vary from palatable to really torturous.
When he was transferred to France, France proved to be a case of the latter.
And this was essentially because the guards in the French POW camps were former French resistance members who were communists.
The pace of justice in France is very slow, and Remka briefly escapes over the Christmas season to visit his family in Germany, which he hasn't been able to see.
In many years.
And so it's understandable that he's really tired of spending time in France and he really wants to see his family.
But in the spring of 1951, he returns voluntarily to France because he really wants to face these charges of war crimes.
Because he wants to make arguments against them.
And he talks about how he takes every precaution to preserve the lives of civilians and also to prevent damage to property.
And he regrets any situation in which loss of life and property was unavoidable.
And he says that if any soldiers got out of line, they were always punished or even in some cases dismissed, and that order was always kept to the best of ability.
He talks about the fact that a makeshift hospital was constructed, and because of that, there was a need to liberate certain medical supplies.
Also, dealing at that point with food shortages, and there were times when soldiers needed food.
And also, too, he talks about the problem of snipers, and how after the civilian evacuation had taken place, there were certain snipers.
that had gone into homes and that were shooting at German troops and at times it was tactically necessary.
To destroy those homes.
And he talks about how he was only acting to save the lives of both civilians and also troop members.
Because these arguments are convincing and understandable, given the situation in Brest, Remka gets off on time already served.
But even after getting out of France and returning to Germany, Remka continues to be an advocate for POWs held both in the West and in the East.
He really wants to make sure that in some way, even in the early 1950s, that Germany would have some sort of a voice.
He wants to talk about the pertinent issues of his day.
And one of the issues at that time for West Germans was this question of rearmament.
And, of course, that's a controversial issue at that time.
And he understands why that is, but he's also very aware of the volatile situation, and he's very...
He's very concerned about the Cold War.
So he sees a need for rearmament, but he doesn't just want Germany to be a lapdog.
So for this reason, he's considered to be very nationalistic and rather right-wing.
So I suppose that he was certainly criticized for that.
He really does his best to be a voice and an advocate.
And apparently, he even has the ear, to a certain extent, of Chancellor Abnauer.
So, this is a very interesting book, obviously, if you're interested in the latter half of the Second World War, and also, of course, from a German perspective.
I have to say that to a certain...
To some degree, it's rather torturous to read because you're going to be taken through his time as a prisoner of war.
So from that sense, it might be somewhat difficult to read, but it's an interesting read.
So I hope you found this review interesting.
And thank you for listening in Heil Victory, comrades.
We're about to die.
Eighteen wheels are rolling.
Are we going to do what they say can't be done?
We've got a long way to go.
And it's a short time to get there.
I'm best around just like a band and run.
Keep your heart on the pedal.
Some will remind you, break.
Let it all hang out cause we gotta run the band.
Number one.
Greetings, Cameron.
This is the trucker coming at you from Montana.
Away with a load going over there to the homeland.
You know, this is...
Kind of things I've been thinking about here with recent things that have been happening in the news and projected to happen here in the near future, possibly anyways.
But this is something that we all should have on hand.
This is not tinfoil hat or conspiracy.
It's just something that everybody should have, including myself.
Even though I'm on the road all the time, I'm, you know, is a bug-out bag or a...
To be able to, no matter what happens, be it civil unrest, a storm, you never know what's going to happen.
There's various things you can put in it, but basically you should have at least a change of clothes, some water or way to purify water, some way of being able to start a fire, some kind of shelter, be it just a tarp or a tent, possibly If you're looking more long-term, some kind of sleeping bag.
Clothes in that bag that change out for the seasons and stuff.
Naturally, you'd have lighter weight clothes for summer and heavier weight clothes for wintertime.
Preferably, you'd be able to layer your clothing.
Throw some kind of food in there.
Should have some kind of protection.
Be it whatever pistol that...
You feel comfortable with, be it one of those Glock, or other Tupperware-type plastic guns, or a revolver, or I carry a 1911, but I kind of like to go old school on that.
But anyway, most of the time I have more than one on me, all.45s, but different.
Anyway, that's just my preference.
But I just thought I'd go and throw that out there.
A few changes of socks.
Good footwear, good solid, like, hiking shoes or something like that.
You don't want to be stuck out there wearing flip-flops out there and deep snow or something like that.
So, like I say, appropriate clothing for the temperature and stuff.
Because we had a snowstorm come in, a power outage due to a lightning strike on a transformer that knocks out the power in your area.
Snowstorm, hurricane, whatever.
You know, put whatever you...
Deem necessary into that bag for your appropriate area.
You should also have some kind of blade, be it a folding knife or solid shank knife or both, whichever, you know, whatever you can legally get away with and feel comfortable making use of.
Like I say, this isn't some tinfoil hat.
This is just practical stuff that you should, everybody should be carrying, you know, be it going back and forth to work or...
I'm on the road all the time.
I've got quite a bit of stuff with me so I can be able to cook and all that, but that's mainly being transported by the truck.
I could go and depart with it, but, you know, you've got to think about weight there, too.
So, any twas.
I just thought I'd throw that out there.
So, all right, comrades.
This is the Trucker signing off from Eastern Montana, heading west.
All right.
Have a safe one and hope to see you out on the road making your scouting trip and /or your migration soon.
Alright, this is the Trekkers.
Like I said, again, signing off from Eastern Montana.
Have a good one, comrades.
We're down now, 18-week-old men.
We're going to do what they say can't be done.
We've got a long way to go.
Any short time we get there, I'm just a bunch of bandit runs.
We're going to do what they say can't be done.
Thank you.
Okay, we started out with a radio nostalgia trip back to the days of my rippering youth, so why not continue on down that path?
This is Neil Young from 1970.
Question.
How many of you people these days even know to what he is referring and what he's talking about in this song?
Ten soldiers and
Nixons coming We're finally on our own This summer I hear the drumming for dead in Ohio Gotta get down to it Soldiers are running us down
Should've been done long ago Wanna give you her and find her dead on the ground How can you run when we know La la la la la la la la la La la la la la la la la
Gotta get down to it Soldiers are running us down Should've
been done long ago Wanna give you her and find her dead on the ground How can you run when we know Tin soldiers and Nixons coming We're finally on our own Tin
soldiers and Nixons coming Tin soldiers and Nixons coming We're finally on our own This summer I hear the drumming for dead in Ohio Oh Daddy in Ohio Oh Daddy in Ohio Oh Daddy in Ohio I'm a little baby I'm a little
baby I'm a little baby Why?
Oh Daddy in Ohio Oh Daddy in Ohio Oh Daddy in Ohio Oh Daddy in Ohio Thank you.
Thank you.
This week, Andy and I had an issue come up on Twitter about the prohibition in the Northwest Constitution against a professional paid clergy.
The guy who's questioning it, I don't know who he is.
Apparently, he's a Christian, and he objected to that.
He basically wanted to know why he couldn't have his preachers.
And I know that to evangelical Christians especially, preachers are important.
Andy pointed out that he had actually already gotten into this some years ago, in fact, on another Radio Free Northwest.
In order to save me having to go over it again, I'm going to go ahead and pull that clip of his.
This is from 2013.
Sometimes it's hard to remember how long Andy's been around.
Greetings from Seattle, comrades.
Andy Donner here.
Since Mr. Cummington announced his series of talks on the draft Northwest American Republic Constitution.
I've seen a number of good questions about the proposals it contains, and I'm especially qualified to answer one of them in particular.
I hope many of you find this helpful, instructive, or even edifying.
Those of you who have read the document, which is available at the Party website, will have come across a clause, Section 5, Article 6, which states, No citizen or resident of the Northwest American Republic may accept any monetary emolument, fee, gift, or anything of value for performing the function of a priest or minister of religion.
There's a similar clause, Article 7 of the same section, which prohibits remuneration for providing legal services, and that one doesn't seem to draw any concern.
I can understand why the religious clause isn't so well accepted, and that's what I'm going to address today.
The true reasoning behind both of these clauses is that the community as a whole has a duty not to put up with these two parasitic and useless groups.
You'll note Section 5 of the draft Constitution is the Bill of Responsibilities because it lists things I don't think it's disputable, especially in Zogamerica, that a largely useless priest class, which possesses nearly all of their waking hours to do with as they wish, will become greatly troublesome to the entire state very quickly.
Idle hands on all that.
These people tend to get themselves involved in every little thing since they've got nothing better to do.
Religious devotees will take everything their ministers say at face value well over nine times out of ten.
Once someone's been told something by their minister of choice, or whatever person occupying whatever position of religious authority they subscribe to, odds are they're sold on that way of thinking for the rest of their life.
Now, I'm sure some newer people out there are screaming at their iPods, or whatever they're listening on, that I'm some sort of anti-religious crusader who is just out to shut them down personally, or perhaps to ban their particular belief.
No, I'm not.
Quite the opposite, in fact.
Try re-reading The Hill of the Ravens if you don't understand what sort of society we're shooting for.
Your objections notwithstanding, the reason behind the ban on paid religious workers really is because of what they're capable of.
And no, we're not going to ruin your religion just because you don't have a full-time pastor or priest or any type of clergy around to do religious work for you.
Here's why.
From the earliest part of my childhood, well into my adult life, I attended nothing but your standard, garden-variety American evangelical churches.
Most, but not all, were Baptist of one kind or another.
Every single one of them, without fail, were totally and completely Zionist in their outlook, which means that's how I was raised.
I understand very well the dangers associated with political preaching, especially the stuff that comes across as particularly spiritual.
The Constitution's prohibition of someone being paid to do this sort of thing is quite necessary, and I understood this from the moment I found the party.
But having been raised in a religious environment, I was very conflicted about this particular clause in the draft document.
But I found a way to reconcile it based on my own experience.
How much is this really going to inhibit religious practice in the Republic?
None at all, actually.
Here's the thing you need to grasp.
Most pastors of small churches have a side gig they need for benefits and the bulk of their pay.
I've already said these churches were Zionist, but bear with me here.
Some of them were better from various perspectives, Zionism notwithstanding.
Out of the churches I attended, the two which were perhaps the healthiest from a moral and religious perspective...
Again, despite the Zionism, were quite small and their pastors held various jobs outside the church to keep their families going.
It wasn't until the church got to a few hundred people attending that they could manage to keep up all their financial obligations to the point where the clergy didn't have outside employment.
Last time I checked, a very small percentage of churches across America are actually this large or larger.
The practical effects of this sort of financial arrangement must be observed to understand just what sort of role a paid minister plays in the church he pastors.
That role is, oddly enough, nothing at all.
The deal is this, guys.
In every church I went to, the pastor didn't really do a whole lot, and perhaps the most honest pastor I ever had flat out admitted that anyone who wants to can be a pastor.
Most of these people are just looking for a very low-effort job where the people who pay them are going to fawn over them for acting a certain way.
And that's largely what they get.
Very few pastors will take the time to run around and do the sorts of things the Christian Bible says a pastor ought to do.
Most of the time, the socially beneficial day-to-day duties of a church were passed out to those whom the pastor thought could handle them.
In fact, most leadership of every church is totally unpaid and they conduct their church business in their off hours.
Even when that business required the presence of the pastor, it was not during normal hours and there wasn't any reason the pastor needed to be paid for his attendance.
The only churches which would be affected by this at all are those huge megachurches you hear about in the news for one reason or another.
I even attended one of these churches for about a year, and the only reason they were popular is that their pastors had enough money to run around and act like celebrities.
So the only real loss in the NAR to this type of religious setup is that there will be no professional celebrity pastors.
No, really, that's it.
Those who are actually pious will pick up whatever duties their pastors can no longer perform, few though they are.
And the truly devout are capable of doing their own religious study, so they can assist others when the pastor can't.
Further, none of this is limited to one variety of Christianity or even all of Christianity.
Other faiths which demand things of their adherence operate this way out of habit, and you'll notice they're just fine.
In fact, you'll notice they're quite a bit better off.
When people stop using their faiths as some sort of country club, those who aren't really interested will wander off.
Everyone left has some sort of actual interest and can therefore do the things they say their faith is meant to do.
The only actual loss would be to the ultra-rich megacongregations and truly very few people attend these churches.
Ultimately, any faith community is going to be better off since they're only going to have time to get involved in their own business and not the politics of their celebrity preacher of choice.
My discussion today has been totally focused on an evangelical Christian arrangement.
But it holds true for all types of faiths, including the non-Christian ones.
Very early in Freedom Sons, which is now fully published and available for purchase, the issue of what older Christian traditions could do to mitigate this particular problem is dealt with quite nicely.
As I said, other faiths would do well to observe what I've pointed out, but I suspect they've already learned how to handle themselves quite nicely.
I really hope everyone can get on the same page of this thing for once.
I realize not everyone likes every aspect of the draft constitution.
That's totally fine, but please remember a few things.
Firstly, it's not up for rewrite since we've got something more important to take care of.
Secondly, it's a draft.
The people who win the revolution are going to have to come up with the actual implementation of government in the republic.
Thirdly, those responsible for its contents have tried to solve a very hard problem which no one has the permanent solution to.
For obvious reasons, it's not democratic in nature and it can't be.
But how do we allow superior individuals to control society while permitting their inferior descendants to assume their proper status with the rest of society?
Fascism is amazing in terms of political doctrines, but we need to come up with something which is going to operate in the real world.
And no, that doesn't mean ruling out fascism, but it does mean taking notice of something very important.
There have been quite a few attempts at this in the past, and, to date, none of them has panned out.
I suspect that our race is going to work at this Aryan government thing for quite some time to come.
The party has taken grief from all quarters about everything we do, and it's usually because we did a little too much of something or not enough of another.
This has always taken the guise of a claim that we're somehow going off the deep end because we didn't cater to a person's particular pet peeve.
I'm honestly not trying to step on someone's toes here, but I've absolutely got to take notice of a repeated occurrence.
I'm actually surprised we haven't been hassled about the draft constitution as of late, since I'm sure a number of new listeners haven't taken the time to explore it.
I'll close with a reminder.
There are all sorts of documents on the Party website other than the draft constitution of the Northwest American Republic.
It's really worth your time to understand how the Northwest Front proposes to implement the 14 words of David Lane by reading them all and picking up at least one of the Northwest Independence novels.
I suggest the Brigade.
Hail victory, comrades.
But our time is up for this week's edition of Radio Free Northwest.
This program is brought to you by the Northwest Front, Post Office Box 2188, Bremerton, Washington, 98310.
Or you can go to the party's website at www.northwestfront.org.
This is Harold Covington, and I'll see you next week.
Until then, Sarsha Underban.
Freedom.
Freedom.
Thank God it still is beating hearts in battle's morning noon.
Who can follow in their footsteps at the rising of the moon?
At the rising of the moon, at the rising of the moon.
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