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Dec. 14, 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-wooggle, hush and listen, and his cheeks were all aglow.
I bear orders from the captain, get you ready quick and soon For the pikes will ski 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, right well known to you and me.
One word more for signal, token, whistle up and marching tune, For your pike upon your shoulder by the rising of the moon, By the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon, With your pike 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.
Warmers passed along the valleys like the man she's lonely groom, And a thousand blades were flashing at the rising of the moon.
At the rising of the moon, at the rising of the moon, And a thousand blades were flashing at the rising of the moon.
Greetings from the Northwest Homeland, comrades.
It's December the 14th, 2017.
I'm Harold Covington, and this is Radio Free Northwest.
Okay, the next couple of RFNs will be kind of cheery, as is usual when we come to the year's end.
Next week we'll have Christmas music, and the week after that we'll have our annual all-music episode, lasting two hours.
So, this week, I'm going to have to get all down and dirty and depressing on you and do what Harold does best, i.e.
talk about things that no one in the white nationalist movement wants to talk about.
I got another long Dutch Uncle letter recently, by which I mean a long, chiding missive from a guy who really does like me and who really does think he's helping by gently but firmly pointing out to me how I'm doing it all wrong.
Some of these Dutch uncle letters can be kind of irritating, but this guy not so much.
He's new, and he thinks he's the first one to come up with some of these ideas, when in fact this is an issue which is as old as my own involvement in the movement.
If you're about to say, I know, Harold is going to ramble on and on and on about the white character issue thing again.
Boring.
You'd be kind of right, but not completely.
What I'm going to talk about here is the shoot-the-messenger syndrome, which comes to the fore when either Andy or I speak of things that you guys basically don't want to have to think about or deal with.
Mostly when we point out that the reason we aren't going anywhere nearly fast enough has to do not with the political and economic situation around us.
I mean, that's actually becoming more favorable to white nationalism every day.
Nor is it about poor leadership, although that's definitely a problem, and entirely too many of our self-proclaimed leaders and spokesmen are definitely not what they should be.
A very large aspect of the problem of white character is this very, quote-unquote, I don't want to talk or think about any of this.
And I want Harold and Andy and all the rest of you to shut up about it and quit trying to make me see and hear and think about things I don't want to.
And this basically was the essence of that Dutch uncle letter I got.
I'm just being so negative.
Oh, Harold, you're just so negative.
You mustn't criticize other sincere white patriots.
We must have a broad tent.
Blah, blah, blah, blah.
It's the essence of 20th and 21st century white American character.
Entitlement.
Including the entitlement not to be forced to face up to uncomfortable reality.
When you don't like what's on the tube, you change the channel.
When you don't like what you see on the internet, you click the mouse until you find something more pleasing.
Left liberals and social justice warriors call this a safe space, and they demand that an ever-widening cocoon of comfort be established just for them.
Where they don't have to see or hear or deal with any fact or idea that they don't like, starting with all America's colleges and universities and radiating outward from there.
The Saronics have the numbers, the power, the wealth, and the resources actually to create these so-called safe spaces.
We don't.
We are a minority in the world.
Powerless, except for the one weapon that we refuse to use.
We're facing extinction from the Earth and we don't have the luxury of not living in the real world.
And yet that's what many of us appear to want to do, no matter how suicidal it is.
So, let's take another run at this.
I'm sorry if all this bores you.
If it does, you can always click on the mouse and go elsewhere.
Maybe find some anime porn or go ooh and ahh at Richard Spencer's sunglasses.
There is a term that I have used for many years to encapsulate all of the manifestations of the white character issue.
Some of you may have heard me use it, and it's been a while since I've explained it, so let's hit this one again.
The term I'm referring to is gubu.
G-U-B-U.
One of our female comrades recently got her first dose of white nationalist gooboo, and when she told me about it, I emailed her back and told her so.
She responded with another email.
Dear HAC, what is gooboo?
Signed, Caitlin.
Well, Caitlin, it's ironic that you have an Irish name.
Okay, I haven't gone all gooboo on you guys for a while, which is odd since we see so much of it in the alt-right, so here goes.
I actually get this question fairly often in other forms, basically people asking me why the alt-right and the white nationalist movement seems to be comprised of Jews, faggots, racially iffy types, obvious con artists, and people who should be in a rubber room at the county cackle box.
Gooboo is a term I picked up in Ireland.
It was coined by the Irish writer Conor Cruz O 'Brien in the early 1980s to describe the administration of Irish Prime Minister Charles Hoffey, but we won't get into that.
If you're interested, I recently found to my astonishment that Gooboo has its own Wikipedia entry.
The acronym stands for Grotesque, Unbelievable, Bizarre, and Unprecedented, and the unfortunate fact is that in the white nationalist context, virtually everyone listening to this knows what I'm talking about.
I wish you didn't.
Time and again, I have seen mature and successful and genuinely manly men become involved in this thing of ours, and within a matter of months, they're acting like 12-year-olds.
You think I'm joking?
Now, let's take a stroll down memory lane.
To those who don't remember him, Bo Greitz was one of the most highly decorated Green Berets in Vietnam and Laos, and yet when he got involved with us, he ended up waiting in a rainy parking lot for hot...
I won't get into that story.
It's too ridiculous even for us.
But in the mid-90s, Greitz was dragged into some weirded-out girlfriend's custody battle, which ended in a botched kidnapping attempt when he attempted to snatch her child and got himself arrested.
Then finally, he attempted suicide in 1998 over a broken heart or whatever on some roadside in Idaho.
He shot himself in the head and missed.
This is a Green Beret now.
I swear, sometimes being in the movement feels like I'm caught in the Three Stooges short.
Hell, don't ask me what it is.
Almost five decades of this and I still don't have the answer.
It's like anyone who gets involved with us inhales loco weed or something.
The first thing you need to understand is that while our propensity for bizarre and counterproductive behavior has been accelerated and supersized by the internet, It predates the internet by several generations.
The gooboo has always been with us since the end of World War II.
The last leader we ever had from the old days whom I would consider to be a fully developed, mature, and serious adult man of the old school was George Lincoln Rockwell.
And after him, Huey Long's former associate, Gerald L.K. Smith, whom I vaguely remember.
Everyone we've ever had in leadership positions since then, including myself, has been touched or contaminated by the gubu to at least some degree.
If you'll read This Time in the World, you will learn that Commander Rockwell had to deal with it back in his day, back in the 1950s and 60s.
I and many of our older listeners can remember the pre-internet days, and I can tell you in many respects it was just as bad then as it is today, except that we used telephones and printed newsletters to chew our own legs off in those days.
The so-called open letter was especially popular, and I saw from a recent website that it's still in use today by those of us who like to wallow in the mud.
The problem is that today, the gooboo and the space madness can go around the world with the click of a mouse at the speed of a tweet, and when it occurs on a website, or a v-bulletin board, or in the comments section of a blog or news item, it is archived and preserved in various places for all time.
God knows what future historians and students of our period will think of us.
I imagine a lot of medical students, especially in psychiatry, are going to write their doctoral dissertation on some of the lunacy in the pathological behavior that has appeared from white nationalists on the internet, from Usenet on down to Twitter and then the comment sections of a hundred of our blogs.
To me, one of the most disturbing things about all this General lunacy in our We Little movement is that so much of it comes from middle-aged men in their 40s and 50s, or even my age.
Men who are literally acting like junior high school students, or I guess what you younger guys call middle school students.
There seems to be something about the white nationalist movement that acts not as a fountain of youth, but as a fountain of childishness.
I have spent a large portion of my movement career battling against the gubu and the madness, in an effort to get our comrades in every group and from every tendency to grow the hell up and cease comporting themselves in public like horses' asses.
My efforts have been largely in vain, and the only result appears to be that I, myself, have become a kind of perpetual target for the loons.
The principle seems to be that it's not the fault of the people who are doing all the bad, crazy shit.
It's Harold Covington's fault for talking about it, for mentioning in public that it's happening.
When you guys were growing up, did you ever hear the fairy story about the emperor's new clothes?
I don't have time to tell it now, but look it up.
For some reason, which I have never understood, I seem to inspire a weird, twisted, and in some cases lifelong obsession in certain unbalanced people.
One man has been stalking me on the internet since 1995 with the avowed intention of driving me to suicide by posting nasty things about me.
I'm tempted to laugh, but there have been cases where that very thing has happened, especially among little snowflake teenagers, both girls and boys.
I remember some teenage girl off herself because one of her BFFs and she got into a tiff and the other girl unfriended her on Facebook.
So this is a white thing, not just a movement thing, and I get that.
Now then there's the guy who has been cyber-stalking me for at least 15 years now for no reason that I ever figured out.
He uses the name of a man in North Carolina regarding whom I was once...
He's peripherally involved in a minor incident back during my short stint with the KKK back in the early 90s.
Trouble is, that person died a couple of decades ago.
I guess he thinks I don't know that.
Again, I don't know why or what relevance that man has to this guy or what the hell I ever did to him.
He periodically posts comments on the show which I never approve because they literally don't make any sense.
It's like he's posting from a mental institution.
I've always wondered just what the hell is going on in these people's minds.
I admit, I can't fathom it.
What in God's name do they get out of it?
How can you live any kind of life when your whole existence is bound up in some overpowering, irrational hatred and obsession with one man?
I mean, at least Captain Ahab's obsession was with a white quail and the animal had actually done something to harm him, chewed off his leg.
It's as if their whole existence is bound up in this demented obsession with me and without me they wouldn't exist.
And this experience is by no means confined to me.
The internet has taken the lid off Pandora's box and let all the demons in the white man's mind loose.
Almost everybody listening to this is going to know exactly what I mean because you've seen it or experienced it too.
Now, second thing you need to understand, gubu is not a political or a racial phenomenon.
It is a psychiatric one.
The things that these turkeys gobble, gobble, gobble on about say very little about the individuals who are targeted and tell us a lot about the people who are making these posts or committing these acts.
Mental and emotional imbalance is not something that can be refuted with logic or reason.
Insanity is not a point of view any more than ignorance is.
It can't be adjusted or corrected if proven wrong.
You can't fix crazy.
Nor can we afford to be led by crazy in any serious political effort to secure the existence of our people and the future for white children.
Somehow, we have got to find some way to Corral all these loons, get them packed away into a rubber room somewhere they can scream and cackle and howl at the moon all on their lonesome so the rest of us can get to work on the job at hand.
Now, do you see where I'm going with this?
A little phrase called party professionalization.
You're going to be hearing that phrase a lot in the coming months.
A comrade of mine recently emailed me and said, Harold, you're right, the internet is really messed up.
No, it isn't.
The internet is just a string of machines all wired together.
It is we, white people, who are messed up.
Messed up in our minds.
And largely because we are messed up in our minds, we have failed for the past several generations to make any headway at all against the Jewish power structure which seeks to murder us all.
Have you ever seen a gerbil or hamster turn on its own young and eat them because the cage is too small and she goes batshit?
That's us.
Over and over again, down through the years, I and others have asked the question, why?
Why in God's name are these people doing this, behaving like 12 and 13 year olds in middle school?
Why are these people even here among us at all?
Why does a deadly serious and urgent cause such as white racial survival seem to attract so many kooks?
Freaks, misfits, petty criminals, and downright whack jobs, and never mind the faggots and the racially mixed demi-Jews and the strange mud-sharking creatures that have come out since alt-right became prominent.
Perhaps we need to look at the second question first.
My usual snappy answer to this is, they come to the movement because they want to get something out of it, not put something into it.
And that's certainly true as far as it goes, but maybe we need to look a little deeper than that.
Many years ago, I made up a little slogan or saying that encapsulates this little mystery of ours.
I call it Covington's Paradox.
The cause is so right.
The people are so wrong.
Wrong in what way?
Over the past three generations, the vast majority of white Americans have not only become dumbed down intellectually, they've been sleazed out culturally.
Not just their mental, but their emotional growth has been stunted.
The overwhelming majority of white people suffer from at least some degree of arrested development.
They have never truly become adults.
I've said this before, but it needs to be said again.
Young white people, young, say white people born after 1975 or so, have been socially conditioned, socially engineered, if you will, to feel rather than to think.
We have got to relearn how to think.
This is not only because of the toxic Jewish pop culture and propaganda that have been drummed into these people's skulls full of mush since birth, but because being born into what has up until now been a stable, if diseased, society, a prosperous society, they have never been forced to grow up.
Even as bad as things are now in the age of Obama, there's always a safety net of some sort, even if it's only mom's basement driving for dominoes.
To most white Americans, a job is just something you gotta get after college to pick up beer money.
It's not like it was in the 19th century, where long hours of gainful employment from a very young age was a matter of life and death, and if you didn't work, you either became an outlaw and a predator, or else you literally starved to death.
We have become way too comfortable and used to having a safety net, so we don't remember how to work without one anymore.
White males, especially, in large numbers, are in essence avoiding the real world and remaining adolescents until age 21, age 28, age 30, age 32, longer.
We are one of the few cultures in the world where that is financially and socially possible.
There's no draft anymore, which in some ways is a very bad thing.
When I was growing up, it was still assumed that unless you were crippled or your parents were rich enough to keep you in college and work the system until you were 28 or so, you were going to pull time in the service where 18-year-olds would be compelled to undergo the discipline of a structured adult environment, take orders, and where slacking or quitting was not an option.
That ended 40 years ago in 1972, and it has done incalculable damage to three generations of white boys.
I went into the army at age 17. I had no choice.
My father told me to hit the road as soon as I graduated from high school.
It was, frankly, the best thing he ever did for me.
A large number of white boys these days can't cope with or exist in the real world, and you'll find a number of this personality type in the white nationalist internet gooboo crew.
I happen to know, through reliable sources, that at least two of my own principal internet stalkers, one in his 30s and one in his 40s, quite literally still live in their parents' basements in Alabama and Florida.
I don't know for sure if they have jobs of any kind, but if they do, I imagine it's something peripheral like working in a car wash or something.
I can't help but wonder if two years in the army when they were 18 might not have done them a world of good by making these men grow up.
Obviously, nothing else ever did.
Also, I need to say something here, and that is that although we are obviously concerned about this deviant and dysfunctional behavior as it affects the white nationalist movement, this is not just a movement thing.
Yeah, I get that.
I'd say again, it's a white thing.
I've mentioned before that the last major job I had before I came home was in Texas for a multinational corporation in which I was surrounded by hundreds of the best and the brightest of Generation X, IT graduates and master's degree holders from Texas A&M University, and I observed the same pathologies in those young white people that I had been observing in the white nationalist movement for decades.
I guess we were just a little ahead of our time and our nuttiness, and the rest of the white world finally caught up with us.
Okay, I need to break up the sound of my droning voice, so here's some more of that Irish rebel music you guys responded to so well last week.
This is Charlie and the Boys.
May God reward those gallant men.
May heaven be their home.
Was in Brook Roadtown, where they got shut down.
In a cavern they laid cold.
Well, they never feared the RUC.
Now the beaming on patrol.
All handlers from the border.
Shows out from Darion.
It was on a dream we knew you'd see.
As the shades of night came down.
A lorry load of bobbled saints.
Approached the border of town.
There was men from Dublin, out from far.
For man and Sireau.
And the leader was a limerick man.
Shown so from Gary on.
And as he moved upon the street.
Up to the barric star.
The scorn of the day.
The scorn of the day.
Curious they would be.
The fate that they instore.
They were fighting for.
They were fighting for.
A light as gods.
To claim their very own.
The scorn of the day.
I'm the foremost of that guy.
And I'm the just so.
From Gary on.
Let's go!
Let's go!
The surgeons spied their daring plan, he spied and chewed the door.
With their stankens and their eyes was too, a hay of tempted roar.
And when the top of night was passed, to men they clothed as stone.
There was one from near the border and one from Paris.
Everybody, come on!
No more he'll hear the seagulls'cries, our mother man is just high.
From a fair beneath an northern sky, brave hand by their side.
They'll come to join the giant band of lucky fish and storm.
And I'll matter for old higher land, no soul from Gallario.
And I'll matter for old higher land, no soul from Gallario.
Chatsang!
Good evening, comrades.
Tonight I'm going to be discussing Tom Islav Sonik and his book The Titans Are in Town.
In this work of essays and also a very short, very abstract novel, Thomas uses the analogy of the Titans as cosmic order keepers.
And in a rather surreal brief novel, Sonic talks about Saturns who are always going against the Titans and how they always have to reenact their most recent global conquest.
Now, the Saturns have made time static and have, in a sense, you could say they've broken time.
So one of the important questions this book asks is how does a student in this world become educated?
The author points out that nearly everything since 1945 in terms of books and educational materials has been reconfigured.
Sunik warns the reader to beware of cliff notes.
Indeed, I might say that in many respects, one should be weary of all new books.
This was particularly true back in the day when I was in high school and college.
This was before the days of the alt-right.
And back in those days, when I went to a library, I liked to find older books.
And by older, I mean books that were from between the 1880s up until sometime in the 1930s.
Because...
Once you start to get into the war years, the various allied territory books tend to become very PC to a certain extent, and they start to deny European racial identity.
Another thing that I would always notice about the older books, and particularly the ones from back in the 1880s, they used to use the term Arian quite a bit.
They were in no way shy of using that term, whereas the more modern books would not use that term.
Sonic is concerned that white nationalists have a tendency to pick the wrong reading material.
Either they choose very heavy racial anthropology books that may actually lead to more confusion.
However, I have nothing against reading some racial anthropology.
That can be, in some respects, productive.
But also, too, white nationalists also might become obsessed with Judaism, or they might get fixated on certain aspects of World War II, such as the various battles, or possibly the Holocaust.
And if they get fixated with either the battles of World War II or the Holocaust, then they may become obsessed with various death totals.
Now, Sinek does not recommend any of these pathways.
He does have certain suggestions of what you can read.
For example, If you were in college and you have to study Marx, you might also want to read Dickens or Balzac.
Also, too, Sonik advises reading Shakespeare's The Merchant of Venice and also Voltaire.
When studying Nietzsche, I would say, and I'm sure this author would agree with me, that it's best to go to the original text or as original as you could find.
Of course, I'm sure there'll maybe be reprints at this point, but you might want to steer clear of most commentaries on Nietzsche because they may have been written by leftists.
But then again, not necessarily, but just be aware of what you're reading.
This author is Croatian, so he reminds the student that it's really best to have a reading knowledge of English.
For an American or British audience, that's pretty much a foregone conclusion, but he really says that the best literature these days is really written in English, although there is also some very good identitarian literature written in French.
Of course, there's nothing wrong with learning French.
It can be a difficult language to learn, though, particularly with regard to writing and spelling.
Sonik fears that many white nationalists will not learn French, although certainly there's no reason why not, especially if you're gifted with languages.
Now, the author also talks about reading Grimm and Aesop and Homer.
This author is really very much in love with Greek literature.
And he talks a lot about particularly Prometheus and the sense of the tragic.
But he reminds the student not to flaunt their knowledge in front of their professors.
Yes, enjoy extracurricular reading.
Enjoy novels by Kurt Hampson and Pound.
But don't neglect your studies.
Definitely get your degree.
I would have to caution that sometimes these days, even getting a degree might not help you.
You might think it would help you, but maybe in the end of the day it doesn't.
But at any rate, if you are enrolled in school, definitely complete the degree.
Now, Sonic seems to love novels.
In my opinion, if an individual is interested in white nationalism, and in particular national socialism, I would tend to urge the student to take a more direct route.
If you really want to take a quick route, and that's what I would advise, I would advise reading, of course, Mein Kampf, and maybe if you could find other things by Hitler.
Maybe His Table Talks, for example.
Certainly you can read those.
I would advise reading Nietzsche.
And also, if you could find it, Kurt Eggers and Savitri Devai.
Honestly, if that's all you can find or all you have time for, in a way, I would say that's really all you need.
Of course, I would also maybe advise you could read some North mythology.
You could read the Bahavagita.
When I was a teenager, I remember going through a phase where I was rather obsessed with the poem, The Watch on the Rhine.
And as I said, I also took a very strong interest at one point in North mythology because I really found it to be full of genuine gravitas, which seemed...
We seem to often be missing from the more trivial Greek myths, which seem to speak of sunny climes and in a way fewer problems, which would understandably be true if you were in the Mediterranean and you had good weather all the time and you didn't have to face winter.
Now this author very much has praise for Covington.
One thing I would have to say about Harold Covington, not just because I'm on his show, but in general, he has a very immense vocabulary.
And while he can write in vulgar vocabulary, he can also write in very much graduate student vocabulary.
And I find that very impressive.
Now, I also share Sinek's enthusiasm for the Chicago chapter in Freedom Sons.
From what I've seen, that very well may be, in a sense, the pinnacle of Harold's writing.
Sonik advises his readers to try to discipline themselves from envy.
For example, Sonik supposes that many white people who have a tendency to strongly dislike Trump are actually jealous of him.
This might cause you to ask the question, well, why are whites so competitive?
In a way, I don't really know the answer to that, except to say that whites are always striving.
But you could equally say that all of this striving has brought us to things like the Enlightenment and this notion of endless progress and growth.
But Sonic reminds us that none are more radical than the hero-rebel heretic.
Sonic, of course, sees the Titans as being these sort of heroes and rebels and heretics.
Now, Sonic seems to be interested in Schopenhauer.
Who was a cultural pessimist who was very weary of joy.
From what I've read, Schopenhauer, I question whether his work is all that helpful.
For instance, Schopenhauer seems to renounce political solutions.
So if you're looking for some kind of political solution, I'm not sure what you're getting out of Schopenhauer.
Sinek notes that for...
Both Rosenberg and also for Nietzsche, Schopenhauer's idea of the will was really too general because for Nietzsche and also for the National Socialists, when you talk about will, you're implicitly talking about political will.
Sonik also cautions the reader that at this point, subjects like the Holocaust are not really about facts anymore, but today such subjects are increasingly subjects of religion in some sense.
Beliefs that have become religious beliefs.
And that is why, to Sonik, the discussion of statistics and the modification of statistics really make no difference.
This is also, it's also noted that Sonik seems to be a big fan of Ernest Younger, who is, who would be classified, I guess, by some as a rightist.
But who seems to have rejected National Socialism and was also in support tacitly of the famous July 1944 assassination attempt.
Now, this author behooves us to ask ourselves questions about our relationship to the system and about our degree of compliance with it.
Sonik is one who places a lot of the blame for this mass immigration on business owners and white oligarchs.
But he does note that if the immigrants stop seeing money being available, then they'll stop coming.
And he talks about 1989, which in addition to being the centennial year, was also the year that communism really collapsed.
Sinek also notes that an outward celebration of topics such as Adolf Hitler, and I suppose by extension National Socialism, have become very difficult to discuss in today's world because they've been so vilified it's difficult or impossible really to have an adult conversation.
So I suppose reminding us not to lead with those things.
So I found this book to have a lot of good insights, even though it's a very short book.
It's easy to read, which is something that I value because a lot of us have limited time and enter on a tight schedule.
So I thank you for listening, and honestly, I'm amazed that I'm going on so long about such a short book.
So have a good evening and hail victory, comrades.
You're welcome.
Thank you.
Okay, we've got the trucker coming up now, and I just want to mention, this excerpt sounds kind of garbled and rough, and it's going to sound like I really slipped up on the editing.
Nah, this wasn't me.
It came in like that this morning.
I almost didn't put it on here because it's so rough in places, but the trucker's talking about this Islamic bomber that tried to blow up Times Square or whatever this morning, so it's kind of timely.
I figured I'd go ahead and put it on, but just so you know.
This is the way it came in.
This is the way it came in.
Greetings comes Monday morning.
And I woke up waiting for my door assignment, checked my news feed and stuff, and lo and behold, another religion of peace managed to hit New York City once again.
Of course, he botched it.
I guess he didn't blow himself up.
It's a kind of detonator device.
Didn't manage to kill himself or anyone else.
So, it's one of those, yeah.
And with the holiday seasons, like in Christmas and especially New Year's and the festivities that go on in...
Time Square and other areas across the country.
Yeah, who knows?
They could have repeat occurrences going on there, too.
Who knows?
My personal suggestion is I like to be out in the middle of nowhere around big events like that.
Christmas, I like to be at home, but as far as New Year's, I'd just as soon be out in the middle of friggin' Wyoming somewhere or Idaho here.
Outback of Montana.
Don't have to worry about getting killed or injured by some jihadi.
Of course, if we would get off our asses and get this migration thing going and establish a country of our own, we wouldn't have to worry about this shit.
So, that's just my personal opinion.
I just throw that in as a quick little bit from the road.
Some little bullsided attempt to blow himself up, but he couldn't even do that.
So, when I was watching the news...
They're interviewing former police commissioners and some jackass Republican.
I forget whether he was a senator or a congressman.
He was saying that we don't need to be politically correct.
We need to go and be going after these people.
And it's one of those.
And they proposed to do that without being politically correct.
They're a bunch of...
Goat rapers who just want to eliminate anybody who does not believe in Allah and the religion of peace and brotherhood, so that's an impossibility.
He said that if we change the way we do things, they win.
Not in my opinion.
A few years back, I started carrying a gun.
24 /7 even though I have had my concealed carry permit since 1981 and the only difference I've really made is all my self-defense rounds are dipped in bacon grease so they can go and die squealing from the feeling I guess you could say because well I understand they shy away from pork products and they don't have anything to do with that and if they're they die while In contact with a pork product,
they don't go and get to see all of the pedophiles, so hey, I'm more than happy to go and help them on their way.
But that's just my personal opinion.
And so, anyway, my suggestion is get away from the big cities.
Go to a smaller town.
You can go in.
They're a lot quieter.
They're a lot easier to get around.
Yeah, you might have to go and drive to the next big down to hit a bigger, if you want to, like a Walmart or up in this neck of the woods, it's Fred Meyers, some Winco, stuff like that to do your shopping, but hey, just think, all the peace and quiet you'd get to have by not being in a big city, being out somewhere.
You might even be able to...
Go and, you know, have your own shooting whatever the hell you want if you're not in a building, depending on the municipality that you use.
I know going into Soda Springs, Idaho, on the east side of town, they've got a shooting complex right next to their little airport there.
So, hey, they've got Bremerton area where I live being down because they've shut our one lone door shooting range down, so...
I kind of like that idea, you know, being able to go out there.
Yeah, it's out in the open, right next to their little prop job airport.
I don't think you can get a jet in there, but who wants to listen to jets anyway?
Alright, well this is the Trucker signing off from Idaho, and hoping you all have a merry season coming up to and going through Christmas.
Alright, this is the Trucker signing off from Idaho.
Have a good one, comrades.
Hope to see you out there on the road making your scouting trips and your migration to the homeland soon.
We're so down and down, 18-wheeler old men.
We're going to do what they say can't even.
We've got a long way to go, and a short time to get there.
I'm Chris Bounders, watch old Vandekron.
We're going to do what they say can't even.
This is Grandpa Jones.
This is Grandpa Jones.
This is Grandpa Jones.
Jesse was an expert shot.
His bullets found the spot.
His aim was deadly and true.
With his pistols by his side, well, he wondered far and wide, as many poor robber men do.
Oh, no more Jesse James, no more Jesse James, for they laid poor Jesse in his grave.
As he went to turn his head, little Bobby shot him dead, and they laid poor Jesse in his grave.
Jesse James had a wife who mourned all her life because of Jesse's wicked way, but she couldn't stay his hand.
Now stop the rubber band, her grief made her old and gray But his end it came at last from a bullet-flicking fan From a comrade he trusted in his band And the debt he paid was just when they laid him in the dust He had been such a terror in the land Oh
no more Jesse James, no more Jesse James For they laid poor Jesse in his grave As he went through his head, little Bobby shot him dead And they laid poor Jesse in his grave And they laid poor Jesse in his grave Okay, enough of the depressing stuff.
I got another inquiry this week of a kind I often get, so I'll be glad to hit this one again.
As you can see, there's a lot of spaced repetition on Radio Free Northwest, but that's okay.
We have a lot of new listeners every week.
Now the question is, Harold, where should I move to in the homeland?
Where would you recommend?
You may have noticed that the trucker was talking about the same thing earlier.
Small towns in the Northwest versus the larger urban areas, and that has a lot to do with your Northwest migration.
Small Town Northwest is probably the nicest part of this country still remaining, and one of the few remaining areas in North America where the old ways still hold more or less intact.
But as with all small towns, you will need a source of income, your own business or some trade where you know you'll be in demand and you can make a living.
You need to understand that to a large degree, your choice of residence in the homeland has to be based on economic considerations, i.e.
where you can get a decent job.
If you require an actual corporate-type job with a salary and a paycheck, especially an entry-level job of some kind, unfortunately, that may dictate that you migrate to one of the larger urban areas in the Northwest.
So, let's talk about those first.
I know that you will have heard this constant wail from the multifarious naysayers of, Oh, Harold, Harold, we can't move to the Northwest.
It's full of liberals!
Well, yeah, I'm not going to lie to you, that definitely does apply to the large urban centers in the Northwest, of which there are about six, including two huge and notoriously left-wing megalopolies, Seattle and Portland.
Which have been in the grip of liberal political machines for the past generation.
These machines do not represent or speak for the bulk of the white population there, but as I'm sure you all know, once they get a grip, they're almost impossible to root out.
These two huge cities completely slant and distort the political outlook of their respective states, just like New York City pretty much overshadows and controls politics in the rest of New York State.
Chicago more or less controls the rest of Illinois, etc., etc.
However, it needs to be said that there are still livable areas for white people in these big urban sprawls because both Seattle and Portland are aggregates of smaller cities, some of which are still inhabited by normal people.
Up here, you have Seattle proper.
I.e.
the city limits, which is a kind of socialist people's republic consisting of quasi-Marxist city council members and a $15 per hour minimum wage, which has driven most of the fast food restaurants out of the city limits or else is causing them to install robots or other dodges to get around it.
Then you get into Redmond and Kirkland and Bellevue, which are essentially Microsoft bedroom communities, just as Everett and Snohomish are still pretty much Boeing bedroom communities.
Then you move on south through some more suburbs, through Tacoma, once known as the Chicago of the West Coast.
But anyway, around Tacoma there's Joint Base Lewis-McChord, and down to Olympia.
So you've got military and state capital, so you get a combination of military and state government bureaucrats, i.e.
people living off the government teat, and some of them living well off said teat.
But all around Seattle are some very white and working class suburbs with decent normal people in them.
I do feel compelled yet again to mention that housing prices in the Seattle area are extremely high and you need to accept that you may well end up paying as much as 50% of your take-home pay in rent.
That's just the way it is here and that's something you need to take into consideration.
Portland is largely the same way.
You have an extremely left-wing liberal political establishment in the city center and some wealthy liberal neighborhoods surrounded by suburbs that get more white and more blue color the further away you get from the city center.
I haven't checked rents down in Portland recently, but I imagine they're pretty stiff as well.
There's one thing about small towns.
If you can find a way to live in one and still have an income, the cost of housing is back down in the monthly three-figure range, mostly.
Portland and Seattle are kind of the ultimate latte towns, as they're called.
These are quasi-hippy-dippy enclaves with a lot of bike paths and Starbucks and bookstores and whatnot, where wealthy liberals create their own little world.
Now, in many respects, latte towns are nice places to live.
I like them.
And since there is, in fact, no place at all remaining anywhere that is perfect, I'm willing to accept some of the trade-offs, i.e.
living around a bunch of hippy-dippy assholes.
I'm used to living behind enemy lines, so to speak.
I've been doing that all my life.
You may not be.
You may want to go looking for Beaver Cleaverville.
The last of Beaver Cleaverville is here in the Northwest.
I was in one a few years ago.
A place called Payette, Idaho.
Anyway, back to the cities.
There are a couple more smaller cities in Washington and Oregon that are mostly liberal-infested, specifically Salem, which is the Oregon state capital where everybody lives off the government teat, and if you don't, you're a Mexican doing manual labor.
The white working class, from what I gather, has been virtually pushed out of Salem altogether.
Then there's Eugene, Oregon, which is super-liberal due to the presence of the University of Oregon there.
There's Spokane, which seems to be in the grip of a liberal political establishment almost like a mini-Seattle, but whose normal people are, well, normal still.
North Idaho as well has acquired a hard core of left-wing liberal presence over the years, specifically due to the presence of Aryan nations in Coeur d 'Alene.
The head liberal honcho up there was a defrocked priest named Bill Wassmouth, who eventually died of AIDS, if memory serves.
Now, right now, North Idaho is kind of the private preserve of some real estate developer whose name always escapes me, Tim something or other, who basically is your typical capitalist big dog type, who doesn't want us nasty evil wasists around because we bring down the property values, and whom I suspect had a lot more to do with destroying Pastor Butler than the SPLC did.
Idaho as a whole is actually a red state.
Boise, I frankly don't know that much about.
It's a state capital, and so you do get a lot of people living off the government teat there who are accordingly conformist and averse to boat rocking, but they would be Republicans, which I think makes a little bit of difference as far as quality of life goes, if only a little bit.
I was very impressed with what I saw.
of Boise some years ago, which was the last time I was actually there myself, and I didn't see much.
I was just passing through.
I have been told that Boise today is about like what a nice city in California would have been like 30 years ago, which may be one reason why so many Californians are moving there.
By the way, I have also been told that the southern part of Oregon around Medford and Ashland, just across the California state line, is about like California used to be 30 years ago climate-wise.
Well, Oregon does have a burgeoning wine industry down there.
Climate-wise, there is a saying that every northwest winter is the same, but every northwest summer is different.
And I've pretty much found that to be the case here in Puget and out on the coast.
West of the Cascades, here on the coast, the climate is mild and wet.
I lived in Astoria, Oregon for some years, and it's the closest thing to Ireland I've found on this continent.
Yes, there is a lot of rain in Seattle, but only in the winter months.
A good summer in this part of the world is heaven on earth.
Portland is about 80 miles inland, and so there's somewhat less rain, and the summers can actually be hot, which they're usually not so much this close to the water where I live.
East of the Cascades, you get high desert in eastern Oregon and southern Idaho, altering with stretches of forest.
And as you get north of the Columbia River, the true north woods set in.
Sasquatch country.
If you like four distinct seasons, cold, snowy winters, and middling hot summers, I'd say North Idaho or Eastern Washington is for you.
Anyway, I'm running a little long here.
Why don't you guys who are prospective migrants send me specific questions about specific areas of the homeland, and I'll try to answer them in future podcasts.
But 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.
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