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Feb. 22, 2018 - Radio Free Nortwest - H.A. Covington
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Oh, then tell me, Sean O 'Farrell, tell me why you hurry so.
Hush your vocal, hush and listen, and his cheeks were all aglow.
I bear orders from the captain, get you ready quick and soon, for the pikes must be together by the rising of the moon.
By the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon, for the pikes must be together by the rising of the moon.
Oh, then tell me, Sean O 'Farrell, where the gathering is to be?
In the old spot by the river, right the north 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 eyes upon your shoulder by the rising of the moon.
Out from many a mud walled cabin eyes were watching through the night.
Many a manly chest was throbbing for the blessed warning light.
Wars passed along the valleys like the man she's lonely crew.
And a thousand blades were flashing at the rising of the moon.
At the rising of the moon, at the rising of the moon.
And a thousand days were flashing out, rising all the moon.
Greetings from the Northwest Homeland, comrades.
It's February the 22nd, 2018.
I'm Harold Covington, and this is Radio Free Northwest.
We'll kick it off this week with a potpourri of miscellaneous stuff.
First, looks like we need to revisit the topic of audiobooks for the Northwest novels.
Got an email that says, Hi Harold, I was wondering if you sold your books in audio format.
I wish I would have had them for the 40-hour road trip to Montana.
There was no internet the whole way, and radio is boring.
Signed, Snow White.
Okay, let's recap on that.
I get a lot of requests for audiobooks in my fiction.
Ostensibly, they want to listen to these audios in their cars, driving to work, and whatnot.
There are a few limited examples out there of me reading some of my work, notably the Freedom's Sons prologue with the sound effects that were added by a supporter.
I still have some of those available on CD, and I wish the guy who made them would have some more of them made and send them to me so that I can pass them on.
But there are a number of problems with my doing audiobook versions of my Northwest novels.
First off, I simply do not have the time to read these big long books and sound edit them, step up the automatic gain control, Get rid of the stuttering and the oohs and the ahhs and the you knows and the lip smackings and the burps and whatnot.
Also, use the automatic gain control and the noise reduction filters, etc.
And I wouldn't allow any of my books onto audio if there were no editing process.
I've been informed that a couple of guys have attempted to read my novels onto audiobooks, but basically they found out it was a lot of work and they lost interest.
What can I tell you?
Some others, I understand, actually have done some extensive audios of my Northwest material, but they have allegedly used these damned computer robot voices to read the text electronically.
I haven't actually heard any of those, but I imagine they don't sound very good.
Secondly, these books are long, especially the Brigade and Freedom Sons, and they would require dozens of CDs which would make it virtually certain that I'd have to charge for them.
One possibly hopeful note, I understand that after a 25-year reign, CD technology is now officially on the way out, and it's being replaced by the thumb-drive-sized MP3 players with USB connectors.
Once this tech reaches the point where it is in standard use, in automobiles and at home, where you won't have to fumble with a big stack of dozens of CDs, and everybody's got one of those setups, then the whole project might become more manageable.
Although, as things stand now, I still don't see where I'd get the time to read and edit them.
Once the party becomes professionalized, hopefully we can revisit this whole idea.
Now, what I have been kicking around is this notion that I could read just a few selected chapters from my novel, starting with Chapter 5 of Freedom's Sons, which, in my opinion, is one of the most important and prescient things I ever wrote.
Now, that's the chapter where the white Horikova family has to flee from Chicago and run for the newly born Northwest Republic, with nothing but the clothes on their backs, plus some other selected chapters.
I did start on Chapter 1 of A Mighty Fortress a year or so ago, and I still haven't been able to finish it.
A Mighty Fortress by Harold A. Covington Read by the author Chapter 1 Kelly Marie Shipman and William Cody Brock were both born on the same day in June.
Both of them lived in Washington State.
Both were newly graduated seniors at Hillside High School in Seattle.
And both gratefully received welcome birthday presents from their friends and family.
For her gift, on the day she turned 18 years old, Kelly received a new car from her proud and doting parents.
To celebrate his 18th birthday, Cody got to kill a man.
Kelly's birthday began at 7 o 'clock on a fine summer morning when she bounded down the stairs of her home in the affluent Seattle suburb of Mercer Island, a bundle of joyful youth and energy and anticipation at the beginning of her life.
She was tall and leggy, an athletically perfect blonde teenager with ivory skin, crystalline blue eyes, and a killer smile of capped teeth that had set her father back almost ten grand.
He had been able to deduct the dental work as a business expense since Kelly had been modeling for advertisements and acting in commercials and on local television since she was three years old.
The profits she made were scrupulously placed in a special trust for her by her father, who was administrator of the trust, but who wasn't above spending it on his daughter, especially if it gave him a good tax write-off.
The Shipman family lived in one of the last remaining small islands of the American dream, in a split-level ranch dwelling located in a gated community which was flawlessly landscaped, well-lit, and discreetly fortified against the outside world.
The house had six large bedrooms, a swimming pool, a basement rec room containing more sports and games and entertainment gear than the downtown YMCA, and a spacious garage containing, at any given time, at least four late model motor vehicles, including her father's prized Ferrari.
The house carried a mortgage larger than the municipal debt of some American towns, but the Shipmans could afford it.
They were among those lucky Americans who were not only still employed, but very gainfully so indeed.
Kelly's father, Dr. Edward Shipman, was a cardiologist who ran his own clinic and HMO in Seattle.
His company provided three essential services, heart attack and stroke recovery, emphysema home care, including home oxygen supplies, and outpatient aids and HIV care.
Dr. Shipman used to remark wryly that our clinic cashes in on the three great health disasters of modern times, smoking, AIDS, and the American diet.
He wasn't joking.
With Medicare and Medicaid long gone the way of Social Security, Shipman's HMO catered only to the dwindling number of Americans who either still had health insurance or who were sufficiently wealthy to pay for the services of himself and his doctor partners to keep them alive.
Dr. Shipman had also developed a reputation for discretion, which brought him a number of special celebrity patients, whom he treated for assorted embarrassing conditions in a consulting room tucked away in his home.
Kelly's mom, the elegantly attired and flawlessly presented Marty Shipman, was senior vice president of a major medical supply firm linked with the HMO, and Kelly herself had already brought in more money in her lifetime of modeling and minor acting gigs than some blue-collar workers ever earned in their lives.
The American Dream was very much alive in the Shipman household.
Anyway, I won't go on with that.
Like I said, I didn't even finish the chapter, but at least you'll get some idea of what my attempts sounded like.
Now, I was digging around just now, and I found something which I'm damned if I remember who did this.
I don't think it was me.
I mean, I don't think I'm that senile.
But somebody appears to have been doing part of Freedom's Sons, and this is a section from one of the earlier chapters there.
And I apologize, whoever this is, but whoever you are, if you actually completed this project, please get in touch with me and let me know how it went.
This thing has been lying around on my hard drive for a long time, and I'm sorry, I just can't remember who did it.
Whoever it is, I hope they kept it up.
He's not bad.
Part 2. Daily Avenue.
34 days after Longview.
Thank you.
Mightier than the tread of marching armies is the power of an idea whose time has come.
Victor Hugo The Northwest American Republic arrived in Missoula, Montana in the early morning hours of the Monday after Thanksgiving, along with the first major snowfall of the year.
Forty-year-old Amber Myers awoke in the bedroom of her affluent middle-class home on Daly Avenue in Missoula's University District, with the first soft snowy light outside whitening the windows.
She had not slept well.
It was known that the Nationalist Army was approaching the city, but no one seemed able or willing to give the public any details.
As she lay in bed, she heard muffled noises in the street outside.
Men's voices and the rumble of engines.
She got up, put on her robe, and looked out the window.
A thick white curtain of snow was falling on Daly Avenue, obscuring everything in a floating white curtain, muffling the sky in houses and rooftops.
Out on the street in front of her house, Amber could see a number of trucks and Humvees with snow tires and rattling chains rolling slowly by, painted in camouflage with blue, white, and green roundels on the door.
By the glow of their headlights and beneath the streetlights that were still on in the white dawn, Amber could see files of armed men in camouflage, field jackets, and coal-scuttle helmets moving eastward down the street along both sidewalks.
Their breath frosted in the freezing air, and their rifles were held at the steady.
The column was moving toward the University of Montana campus a few blocks down.
Amber woke up her husband.
Dr. Clancy Myers and whispered to him in terror.
They're here!
Aren't the kids all right?
demanded Clancy, lifting himself up in bed, still groggy from sleep.
Yes, Amber told him.
The Nazis haven't come in the house.
They're out in the street.
I think they're occupying the campus.
I thought we had more time, mumbled Clancy, at least until the Christmas break.
Not that there are many students left on campus.
The news report said the towns and cities to the west of here were resisting them.
They weren't due for weeks.
And where were the media getting their information?
raved Amber.
Six months ago they were telling everybody that the FBI and Fat Poe had the racist terrorists on the run and everything would be returning to normal soon.
Then the president went on national television and told us she was talking to the sons of bitches.
But oh no, not to worry.
She was just doing that to get them to play nice and be reasonable and stop murdering people.
Chelsea and her mother would never hand us over to be ruled by fascist sociopaths.
Oh no, that would never happen.
How many times were we assured of that?
The goddamn media don't know anything about what's going on in this country any more than anyone else does.
They've spent the past six months reading government press releases like parrots while that bitch in the White House at her hag of a mother sold the Northwest out because keeping us free was getting to be too expensive.
The so-called Missoula Patriotic Committee have had their heads up their asses ever since this horrible thing happened.
We should have at least tried to resist!
Yes, so you said, snapped Clancy, sitting up on the side of the bed.
Resist with what?
All the patriotic committee was ever able to put together was a bunch of drunken cowboys waving their deer rifles and American flags in the air like John Wayne, all of whom seemed to have vanished when the first fascist tanks actually rolled over the Bitterroot.
Guess when it came time to shit or get off the pot, or should I say shoot or get off the pot, our wannabe John Waynes had more sense than they let on.
Come on, Amber, you saw what these people did to Portland.
They defeated the United States Marine Corps, for God's sake.
How the hell are we supposed to fight that?
They seem to have conjured an army up out of the earth.
God knows how.
Better to die on our feet than live on our knees, snapped Amber.
I wonder if you would still say that when the artillery shells and the bombs started falling in our own backyard, asked her husband.
Where would we have hidden the children?
Where would we be safe?
His wife remained silent.
Oh yes, I forgot I'm not supposed to be safe.
I'm supposed to be showing my middle-aged macho in this time of crisis.
Yes, I could well see me on a barricade out on Highway 93 freezing my ass off in the snow, Clancy went on with a sigh.
With my 40 extra pounds and my varicose veins and my glasses all fogged up, fumbling around in mittens with some rifle I'd just fired for the first time the day before, maybe?
Going up against thousands of bearded, tattooed, homicidal psychopaths armed to the teeth with tanks and artillery to back them up, who have just run the entire United States military out of the Pacific Northwest.
That would be a truly quixotic way to throw away a Ph.D. in English literature.
My doctoral thesis on Jack Karuk would stand me in good stead out there on the ramparts of glory for all of the two minutes, and then you would be a widow and my children would be without a father.
A rather high price to pay for a moment of drama, don't you think?
I'm sorry if you think I'm a coward, Amy.
I'm not.
But I just don't see anything brave about throwing my life away and leaving you guys behind to live with the result.
Now, I deliberately keep these Radio Free Northwest podcasts of mine below 80 minutes, which is the standard length of time available on a normal commercial CD.
There's one comrade in Pennsylvania, and every week I make him a CD of this podcast because basically he just doesn't have access to the internet.
What I might suggest, dudes, is go ahead and make CD copies off your downloaded copy of Radio Free Northwest every week, and that'll give you a little over an hour of RFN, including a lot of the Harold you love and crave, and you can listen to those in your car going to work in the morning, so forth and so on.
Make a whole bunch of them, and you can even make a trip to Montana and have nothing but Radio Free Northwest the whole way.
Okay, moving right along here.
Of course, the big news from last week is that some pale kid with a Hispanic last name went berserk and shot up his former high school in Florida.
Guy's name, as you will know unless you've been living in a cave on Mars, is Nicholas Cruz, and his case illustrates the increasing difficulty in getting straight and factual information on anything in today's post-factual age, as the Saronics put it.
There is no more truth, or if there is, it doesn't matter.
It's all narrative now, while the two warring tribes, as the Soros people call it, battle each to shout the other's narrative down.
Facts literally don't matter anymore.
Now, I'm not saying that's necessarily a bad thing.
At least we've got multiple competing narratives these days.
I can remember when there was only one, and it was imposed from the top down by three television networks, two newspapers per city, one morning and one evening.
And a two-party system that moved and operated in coordinated lockstep.
But even today, in the post-factual age, I would sometimes like to know some facts.
Who was this kid?
Why did he shoot up the school, and was it in any way a price tag attack, or was he just batshit crazy?
Like I said, Cruz has pale skin, and frankly my first impression, if I walked by him on the street, would probably be that he was a typical geeky millennial basement dweller.
He has those big, sunken eyes that look like he doesn't get out in the sunlight and the open air much, and those stick-thin arms and legs which indicate a lack of exercise.
Way too thin for a healthy 19-year-old living as any kind of what used to be called a normal adult.
Doesn't look like he's ever played a sport in his life.
From what we can gather from all the media hoopla, he's still a virgin at 19, so forth and so on.
Now he'll be a virgin for the rest of his life, except when his own bunghole is violated by the niggers in prison.
The type of young man that, in my day, would either have been in his first year of real college, where he would go for a real degree in something like engineering or business administration, or else he'd be in the military, or else he'd be out on his own earning his own living at construction or something.
There seems to be a good deal of confusion about his racial antecedents, which in these cases is of vital importance to the narrative of both the warring tribes, since both sides are trying to force Cruz onto the other and make the other tribe own him.
Remember, in the Saronic worldview, only white masculinity can be toxic, ergo Cruz must be perceived as white.
Everything is politicized these days, red or blue, Trump or anti-Trump, and no one and nothing is allowed to remain neutral.
In point of fact, skin color is not actually the most determining racial factor.
It's skull shape, brain capacity, genetic makeup, and a lot of other things.
Skin color is just simply the most obvious of racial differences.
Cruz was adopted by people with Hispanic names, obviously, but he has supposedly said in public on social media that his birth mother was Jewish, which would make him a Jew, both biologically and under telemudic law.
Of course, we have no way of knowing if he actually said any of that, since his Snapchat pages are all pulled down and his accounts cancelled, and all we have is the word of suspect leftist sources that...
Some student at the school said they saw something on the internet which might have been Nicholas talking bad about niggers or immigrants or whatever.
We just have no way of knowing what is actually true anymore.
My own guess is that this kid was just a typical millennial fruitcake who resented the hell out of his high school experience, as did I, fair enough.
But I devoted my life to bringing down the entire system that creates such places to begin with.
I didn't pick up a gun and go into the halls blasting.
Frankly, at that age and in that time period, the thought would never have occurred to me, nor any of us.
I tracked down a list of kids he shot with photos, and it actually seems pretty eclectic.
Slightly more girls than boys, and two of the men were teachers who might have fucked with this kid in some way, or been perceived in his whirly-gig brain to have fucked with him.
But there's a couple of spics and one gook.
You couldn't really claim that there was anything racial about his target selection, since white victims were in the majority, and he didn't leave any kind of manifesto lying around like Joe Stack or Dylan Roof, so I just don't see how any rational person can claim that it was a price tag attack.
But then rational stopped having anything to do with this long ago.
However, there is another weird aspect to this, and that is that the supposedly Jewish Nicholas Cruz was in fact motivated by anti-Semitism, based on the fact that someone said the school in question was 40% Jewish.
And believe it or not, the ADL got in on this.
Tell you what, I'll give Warren Rose a shot at this one.
She came out with a pretty good video right after it happened.
Just yesterday, there were 17 people killed and an additional 14 wounded in a mass school shooting in Parkland, Florida.
The suspect is 19-year-old Nicholas Cruz who was apprehended at the scene of the crime.
Currently, the motivations for Cruz and the mass shooting are unknown, and I will not be speculating them in this video.
What I want to talk about are the recent actions of the ADL in spreading lies and their continued campaign to stifle white identity.
Today, the ADL published this article, in which they substantiate the claim that Cruz is a white nationalist.
This is just not true.
Law enforcement has since come out and said that there's no evidence tying Cruz to any white nationalist groups, specifically the Republic of Florida.
Which is the group that the ADL was claiming he was associated with.
So how did the ADL come up with this story if it is completely false?
The Anons on 4chan posted that they are members of the Republic of Florida and that the shooter, Nicholas Cruz, was also a member of the organization.
So the ADL picks up the phone, finds the number of the Republic of Florida, who had a 24 /7 hotline, which is kind of strange.
It gives them a call and who picks up the phone?
Jordan Dureb, the leader of the Republic of Florida, and the ADL claims that he told them that Nicholas Cruz was associated with his group.
Without waiting for any confirmation from law enforcement, the ADL decides to go ahead and publish this piece, thus unleashing the narrative, the widespread narrative today, that the shooter is a part of a white supremacist group.
Ten minutes later, the Associated Press tweets the same story out without their source.
Then both ABC, CBS, and plenty of other media outlets report that Nicholas Cruz had ties to white supremacy.
And who did they all source?
The ADL.
The original source is the ADL.
Yet it spread to the AP, CBS, ABC, The Daily Beast, etc.
Their mistake has had a massive effect on the news and the media today.
And reveals just how strong their influence is.
I just wanted to quickly give credit to this Twitter account and this tweet here that alerted me to this next part of the story.
Just two weeks ago, on February 2nd, Brad Schneider, who is Congressman of Illinois, introduced new legislation.
A bill that is aimed at preventing domestic terrorism by "white supremacist and extremist groups." The bill claims that white supremacy and right-wing extremism are the greatest domestic terror threats to Americans.
You can read it yourself.
It reads as if it is straight from the mouth of the ADL if you've ever read the ADL's site.
And unsurprisingly, the ADL and SPLC as well are both used as sources in the legislation.
Based on the language used in the bill, it sounded an awful lot like the ADL's site to me.
And also the fact that the ADL was used as a source in the legislation, I decided to do a little bit of research out of a curious hunch into the sponsor and co-sponsors of the bill.
Now, the sponsor of the bill, Brad Schneider, is the congressman from Illinois that I brought up.
Surprisingly, it turns out he is a longtime member of APAC, has ties to the ADL, and actually spent some time living in Israel, which I thought was interesting.
And one of the co-sponsors of the bill, Congresswoman Robin Kelly, also from Illinois, like Brad Schneider, is actually a longtime member of the ADL.
And APAC as well.
The ADL has articles on both members about the time they had spent at the ADL's offices in Chicago, and it praises them for their pro-Israel, pro-diversity, anti-bigotry stances.
I will be linking everything down below.
Take what you will about the proposed legislation and its sponsors' ties to the ADL.
But it really appears as if the ADL has some sort of influence in proposed legislation in our government.
Now, I need to point out and remind you that the ADL, this is the same organization that has been hired by Twitter, YouTube, even dating sites I hear now, like Bumble, and many other platforms to censor hate and stop the spreading of hate.
Now, what is hate, exactly?
It's whatever the ADL defines hate to be.
In my experience, I was suspended for a certain amount of time on Twitter for spreading hate, and the ADL, in this case, had defined old European symbols, such as the Sonnenrad or Black Sun, as hate, and I had the Sonnenrad symbol in my sunglasses and my profile photo, so I was suspended off Twitter for, I think, about three weeks.
It felt like much longer.
Now, I would put a picture of the Sonnenraad here in the video, but the ADL might take the YouTube video down if I do.
How is it that this organization, this religious organization with admitted international interest, admitted?
You can find this on Google.
They don't hide it.
Admitted international interest.
How is it that they have such strong influence and pull over our media, our legislators and government?
And how is it that they get to determine what you and I get to say online?
As usual, thank you guys for watching the video.
And ADL, I have a feeling you're watching this one.
Please don't take it down.
Please don't take it down.
I'll see you guys in the next video.
Bye!
Needless to say, the ADL said nothing about Cruz's claim to be Jewish himself.
Now, some of you may know what the great project is, especially if you receive the party's organizational letter.
I'm not going to discuss that project in detail, but it seems that one of our comrades here in the homeland has a sense of humor, and he sent me a musical response.
I know that, for most of you, this is going to be an inside joke and you won't get it, but trust me, it's funny.
This is Joe Denham.
If I had a million dollars Thank you.
you Bye.
I'd buy you a house If I had a million dollars Buy you furniture for your house And if I had a million dollars We're
dollars I'd buy your home and if I had a million dollars I'd build a tree fort in our yard and if I had a million dollars you couldn't help it wouldn't be that hard and if I had a million dollars maybe we could put a little tiny fridge up there somewhere Sit around and
drink those airplane bottles and silver bullets.
the stars.
If I had a million dollars, if I had a million dollars, I'd buy you a fur coat, but not a real fur coat, that's cool.
And if I had a million dollars, if I had a million dollars, I'd buy you an exotic pet, yep, maybe a llama or some flamingo, if I had a million dollars, I'd buy you an other.
If I had a million dollars, we wouldn't have to walk to the store, and if I had a million dollars, we'd take a limousine cause it costs more.
If I had a million dollars, we wouldn't have to eat crab dinners, but we would eat crab dinners cause we like mac and cheese and beer.
If I had a million dollars, if I had a million dollars, I'd buy you a green dress, but not a real green dress, that's cool.
And if I had a million dollars, if I had a million dollars, I'd buy you a monkey.
Haven't you always wanted a monkey?
And if I had a million dollars, I'd buy you a love.
If I had a million dollars, if I had a million dollars, I'd be a monkey.
Rich.
The
End The End Good evening, comrades.
Tonight I'm going to discuss possibly a somewhat lighter, or at least more cheerful topic, if there is any such thing on the show for me.
And I'm going to be talking about Henry Albert Phillips' Germany Today.
This is a book that you've probably seen if you tend to hang around sections of libraries that contain German history.
But perhaps you imagined it to be dated.
And I suppose that would be inevitable, and I suppose this is underscored by the somewhat short-sighted title.
Even so, in that case, you would be missing a vivid description of President von Hindenburg's funeral.
The author has a soft spot for old Germany, and I would really recommend this section as the best part because it is so vividly and descriptively written.
Phillips does note that Back in those days, the most zealous of the National Socialists were those who found themselves with an empty cup during the Depression years.
And in the early days, those who came from the slums rose up quickly.
This was something of a double-edged sword.
It had the unfortunate effect of giving things over to those who were the most crude.
But one supposes it was exactly that that tended to win street fights.
And of course, we recall Hitler's comment about taking in the former fanatical communist more quickly than taking in the conservative.
Now, the author really wants to have a travel log that expresses the true experience of the day, so he visits one of the mandatory labor camps.
Now, life there is very structured by work, rest, sport, and lecture.
As something of a contrast or paradox, he later visits a prison camp.
He admits that, of course, incarceration is never going to be pleasant.
But he does note that many do become reeducated in these camps, and then they're allowed to leave, and they have a better social adjustment.
Of course this treatment is corrective, but it is decent treatment.
Of course it's worth noting that this author was writing this in 1935, and of course that isn't necessarily going to really reflect what happened after the war started, and particularly when things started to get really desperate.
Now Phillips is very concerned throughout this book to always see Europe...
In the 1930s, and particularly the situation in Germany, from a German perspective, the nations surrounding Germany had not disarmed, and communism was very much rampant, very much involved in all of this communism.
You did have the Eastern European Jews, and they were very much involved.
Now, it should be noted that the German Jews were often of an opposite mindset.
Indeed, the author talks vividly about some calling themselves the National German Jews.
This could easily be called something of self-delusion, although it seems to be a sincere delusion.
Needless to say, the Weimar was very much dominated by these type of intellectual and international Jewry, and of course they were setting the tone.
Nowadays, more moderate individuals might look at that time and wonder if Hitler was somewhat over the edge on the JQ, somewhat obsessed with that notion.
In a sense, I think they're right, but they're also forgetting the situation in that day, particularly.
Getting back to the Germans of those times, this was really a time when Politics and religion were really merging, and there was this new mode of life that was slowly embracing a continent in a pan-German and ultimately pan-Aryan co-prosperity.
So more and more Europeans, they were seeing the light and they were getting this new religion.
Germans were more prepared for this than anyone because they already embraced this transcendent and organic nationalism that had sustained them even in partition.
And this love was being strengthened in the 30s and 40s by charitable programs that involved, for example, the League of German Girls.
They were often providing care for the elderly and the infirm, and they also got the chance to help out farming communities.
Over time, it was more and more clear, this was already happening by the early 30s, that the old order that was very much dominated by the Church was essentially passing away in Western Europe.
Not so much in Eastern Europe.
Eastern Europe is still very much Catholic and very strict.
But in Western Europe, this old order was passing away, and it's noted in this book several times, at least in terms of what the author was observing.
That, according to this author, no one seems to go to church anymore.
But, of course, there was a new religion emerging.
And it was a new orthodoxy, which was, as mentioned by the author, was not too dissimilar from other traditional orthodoxies.
It was a notion that all Germans should be converted and united.
Now, the author does fear for another war in Europe.
He talks about the borders that were uneasy both in the West and in the East.
But he also makes the claim that he views Hitler as level-headed.
Granted, this seems to be an odd claim, and I think it would sound somewhat odd to anyone.
Hitler is typically portrayed as having an artist's temperament.
I've really never had cause to doubt this.
In any case, the author believes that Germans ought to be themselves, and to prevent them from doing so is only asking for more trouble.
I believe that this author is of the sensible opinion that they are to understand the nature of the modern world and also to keep order.
Now, another thing that might be mentioned about this book, Because the author was there in 1935, he describes a party congress,
and it's very easy to envision the filming of Triumph of the Will, because you very much see the way that that was set up.
So that was also a very interesting section of this book.
Now this book is one that you probably have to find in a library, although I suppose you could always check Amazon to see if it might be there.
I doubt it would be on Kindle.
That's just my hunch.
I really haven't checked.
So I hope you enjoyed this discussion.
I see this as a somewhat lighter topic because it takes one back to a more, of course, hopeful and prosperous time.
So thank you very much for listening.
Have a good evening and hail victory comrades.
We're about to die.
18 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 short time to get there.
I'm best found just like a band that runs.
If you come hard on the belt, some belt will bind your brakes.
Let it all hang out cause we gotta run the band.
Now the birds and the boys...
Greetings, comrades.
This is the trucker coming at you from Bellingham, Washington.
Yeah, I just saw an article here this last week.
Thought I'd go and throw it out there.
I've mentioned it before, but you all need to go and keep it in mind for your relocation, staying where you are, or better yet, coming to the homeland and areas to settle in the homeland.
There's a rule of threes.
You can survive three minutes without air, about three days without water, and about...
What was it?
Three weeks without food.
And the article I saw was about Cape Town, and they're running out of water, and they're rationing it to, like, what was it, 25 liters per person?
I forget whether it was a day or a week, but it was one of those, how are you supposed to transport this 25 liters back to your house from this community spigot?
Good question.
I mean, you know, here in the U.S., we're used to...
Turning on the tap and having nice, clean water coming out.
Not necessarily without fluoride and other crap, but yeah, we're kind of spoiled here.
But up here in the northwest, we've got numerous rivers.
Rarely ever see any of them go dry, unlike some of those down there in California or California and some of the other desert states.
I mean, at least we're not having to go and steal water from other states and stuff.
You've got the Columbia River and the Snake River and the North Fork River there over in Montana.
Yeah, the Yellowstone River.
Never seen them dry.
Always got water flowing through them.
Even at the dead end of summer, you know, towards the end and stuff, there's still water flowing through them.
So this area up here usually has quite a bit of water.
Some of the communities and stuff that are on wells might not have the same thing.
But yeah, the rivers and they got the dams across the parts of the Columbia River and stuff.
So it's not as wild and fast flowing as it used to be.
But hey, you just need to go and choose your area.
The area I live in, Bremerton, at least they had a foresight to go and pick an area with a good watershed.
It staked a claim to that property and stuff, so the city has got a good supply of water.
Yeah, I just thought I'd throw that out there for this week.
So, alright, well, hope to see you out there on your road making your scouting trips and your migration soon.
This is the trucker signing off from the homeland, getting ready to head east again.
So, have a good one.
Take it easy, migrate soon, and make your monthly donations.
Alright, this is The Trucker, signing off.
Greetings, comrades.
It's The Trucker coming at you from Battle Mountain, Nevada.
Shut down due to a little wintry blast because I don't feel like putting chains on to get up over the hill to get over to Wells, Nevada to head up into Idaho on my way to Minnesota.
So, I'm not as well-spoken as Andy, and not as well-read as Dretchen, but here's my two cents worth for this evening, this morning, whatever you want to classify it as.
The way I look at it, Mr. Covington is like the hub of a wheel, and he's looking for spokes.
So, the little reference, you know, like the bicycle wheel?
Well, the more spokes, the stronger the wheel.
So, what's preventing you spokes from migrating out here to the homeland?
A few years back, when...
New York instituted their SAFE Act.
Remington decided up yours or moving to get out of the state and not have to worry about their complying with New York State's gun regulations.
And I forget which states they moved to, but they up and moved out of New York.
And then here a couple of years ago, was it Magpul?
There in Colorado.
Colorado went and instituted a 15-round magazine limit.
So, Magpul decided Up Yours, Colorado, and they moved their manufacturing just across the state line to Laramie, Wyoming, and their headquarters down to Texas, I guess it was, somewhere in Texas.
So, it was a big Up Yours F.U. to Colorado, and I just heard recently that Weatherby decided to move out of California, up by Gillette, Wyoming, and flip the big bird to California.
If these companies can up and move their whole production facilities out of a state to a freer state, why can't you move your household from a diverse state to hopefully, once we get this wheel rolling...
To a whiter state or country, should I say.
So, this is just a trucker throwing his two cents worth in for this little tidbit from the road.
So, I hope to see you out there making your scouting trips and your move to the homeland sometime soon.
This is the trucker signing off from Battle Mountain, Nevada.
Have a good one, comrades.
Keep it safe and hope to see you at the homeland soon.
Time to get there.
I'm Chris Bounders.
Watch your bandit run.
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I heard its challenge loud and shrill as we chased it off the great divan.
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How could he leave within?
He made our ride like wind and asked him why.
To stride my fearless page and done, I chose my pace and set my course.
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It's about the lives and loves and criminal behavior and vicious perversions of justice committed by our wacky guardians of the rich and powerful, the guys and the gals in the trench coats, our wonderful secret police, all that whole alphabet soup of overlapping incompetent and homicidal agencies from the FBI to the ATF.
To that mysterious Department of Homeland Security that no one has ever quite figured out what the hell it is they do.
We call this segment on RFN, Qui Custodiet Ipsos Custodes, or Who Guards the Guardians.
And it's always a blast.
From Secret Service agents stiffing underage prostitutes in Colombia and texting porn to teenage girls from their duty desks in the White House.
Then there's the female FBI agents having lesbian affairs with mystery writers and driving their insane FBI husbands to murder.
And of course there's always the legendary incompetence and evidence fabrication committed by the FBI lab.
Now this week we've got yet another story from the files of the Boston FBI office.
Arguably the most corrupt and dishonest bunch of G-men in the entire bureau.
Although personally I'd give that one to those snakes over in Spokane, but that's just me.
Remember the story we had on here a couple of years ago about Special Agent in Charge John Tonnelly, who reversed the usual process and actually allowed himself to be recruited as an informant for the Irish Mob in Southie?
Well, this week we've got Married to the Mob, Chapter 2!
There's a man who leads a lot of danger.
There's a stranger Read every move he makes Another chance he takes Odds are he won't live to see tomorrow Secret Agent Man Secret Agent Man They've given you a number And
taken away According to the Washington Post, in a 2007 civil legal action which has been so effectively swept under the rug that until recently even a mob aficionado like me had never heard of it,
a federal judge in Boston ordered the government to pay a record $102 million for the FBI's role in the 1968 wrongful murder convictions of four men, a pattern of corruption which went all the way up to the FBI director himself.
And guess who that was?
Well, I'll tell you in a bit.
Basically, in the 1960s, the FBI was using a Boston gangster and hitman, a Portuguese named Joseph the Animal Barbosa, as an informant.
And while he was acting in that capacity, Barbosa kept up his day job, killing people for the New England mob run by Raymond Patriarca out of Providence.
In one instance, his FBI handlers obligingly let Barboza off the hook for a murder which he committed by framing four innocent men.
Okay, granted they were all mob guys themselves, but they were innocent of that one hit anyway.
According to the Washington Post for July 27, 2007, U.S. District Judge Nancy Gertner's scathing ruling runs for more than 200 pages, calling the charges leveled against the nation's law enforcement agency shocking.
And the government's defense absurd.
And I quote from that ruling, Now is the time to say and say without equivocation this cost to the liberty of four men to our system of justice is not remotely acceptable, Gertner wrote in explaining the award.
This case is about intentional misconduct, subornation of perjury, conspiracy, and the framing of innocent men.
Well, duh, it's the FBI we're talking about here.
Skipping ahead, do I need to tell you guys that no FBI agents were ever substantially punished in any way for this?
And I would be amazed if the two surviving men or any of the families actually saw any of that money.
And also, do I need to tell you that the director of the FBI in 2007, the one the federal judge called corrupt, was?
You guessed it!
Robert Mueller!
Come on down!
Yeah, the same deep state apparatchik now attempting to organize a quasi-legal coup d 'etat to overthrow the duly elected President of the United States.
Okay, getting back to my Washington Post article.
Judge Gertner said the FBI knew that the star witness in a murder trial atop Echelon informant in the agency's war against La Cosa Nostra, the Italian mafia, i.e.
Joe Barbosa, Was lying when he identified the four wrongfully convicted men as responsible for a 1965 gangland slaying.
But Gertner said agents vouched for the witnesses' credibility and for years covered up the lie as the men attempted to prove their innocence.
The FBI's conduct was intentional.
It was outrageous.
It caused plaintiffs' immeasurable and unbearable pain, and the FBI must be held accountable, Gertner wrote.
This is in a court judgment.
Needless to say, they never were.
Two of the men convicted, Louis Greco and Henry Tamaleo, died behind bars.
The others, Peter Lamone and Joseph Salvati, age 74, spent three decades in prison, Lamone for a time on death row, before being freed when their convictions were overturned in the late 1990s.
The civil lawsuit against the FBI was filed in 2002, so it took five years just to get to court.
Salvati and Lamone were in the courtroom yesterday as Gertner announced her decision.
Salvati was awarded $29 million, Lamone was awarded $26 million, and Gertner awarded the rest of the $101.75 million to the estates of the deceased plaintiffs, their wives and family members.
The case of the four has drawn wide attention and even a congressional hearing.
Well, that's basically one of democracy's favorite ways of burying things.
He sent it to a committee.
One of the men took and passed a polygraph test on television.
Gertner said FBI agents knew that one of its informants, Joseph the Animal Barbosa, was lying when he told state prosecutors the four men were responsible for shooting Edward Teddy Deegan in a Chelsea, Massachusetts alley in 1965.
The judge said Barbosa's story contradicted every shred of evidence in the FBI's possession, but that his FBI handlers, Agents Dennis Condon and H. Paul Rico, encouraged him to testify anyway.
Now, for those of you who are really interested in all this, I recommend a book called My Life in the Mafia by Vincent Teresa.
Teresa did a Joe Vallacci number in the early 70s and ratted out his former mob associates to save his own skin on a number of charges.
And then, in the best American tradition, he wrote a book about it.
Mostly self-serving and with many glaring omissions, of course, but still he has a lot of interesting things to say about Joe the Animal.
Tell you what, let's hear from the man himself.
Joe, not Vinny.
I pulled this off YouTube, an old television news report, and while I'd seen pictures of Barboza in books I'd read in the past, this was the first time I'd seen and heard him in the flesh, so to speak.
This guy looks like he came from central casting.
He looks like a caveman.
He's almost a Hollywood caricature of an old-style gangster, like something out of Goodfellas.
But bear in mind that he was the real thing, and when he went into the FBI's Witness Protection Program, he confessed to 26 murders, including the Teddy Deegan murder, which, for obscure reasons of political expediency, the FBI helped him frame four other men for.
Joseph Barbosa's corner in East Boston was a magnet for desperate people who needed money fast and couldn't get it elsewhere.
Interest, or vigorous, was high.
And the collection methods were low.
But Barbosa claimed he always warned the customers first.
When we made the deal, I tell every person, don't take this money if you can't pay it every week.
I prefer you not take this money because it can lead you into trouble.
If a customer did take the money and couldn't pay it back, there was trouble.
This was almost typical.
If a guy was seven weeks late, say in the area of six or seven weeks late, and he was hiding, and I found him, I said, I threatened him, and I told him that you better come down to the corner and straighten yourself.
Now the fellow would continue hiding because he didn't have the money.
And I could not, I could not, like, accept, I could not let myself accept that he was in trouble.
So that, I stabbed guys after 14 weeks that still continue to hide.
You know, I stabbed them in the face, I stabbed them in the legs, I stabbed them in the arms, I stabbed them in the chest.
Barbosa and other loan sharks justify this kind of treatment on the basis of the deal.
And surprisingly, they say even the recipients of the violence agreed.
See, most of these people, the ones that I heard, knew that I was right.
Maybe I was wrong in the way that I did it, you know, as far as the excess violence that I did it, but still they said that they deserved it.
They didn't relish it, but they knew as far as the deal itself they were wrong.
The money made on loan sharking is enormous.
For example, Joe Barbosa had just one corner and one section of East Boston.
It grew up to $5,500 a week.
Interest.
How much money did you have out to get $5,500 a week?
Well, I was a little lucky.
I only had about $65,000.
I had one man that I gave $21,000 to, and he used to give me $1,800 a week.
There are some freelance loan sharks, but very few successful ones.
The successful sharks are soon paid a visit.
and are usually made an offer they can't refuse.
You start off with a thousand dollars.
Ah, these ain't nothing, right?
Once you start making some good money, that's when they step in on you and say, "Listen, you'll be able to write to Sherlock.
Sherlock belongs to, you know, to the office.
And you've been doing Sherlock for a long, long time." Excuse me, Joe, what do you mean by the office?
To your office, I don't know where it's going, aren't you?
Hey, wait until you make some money.
Then they say, "All right, we're your partners." We want 50% of your business.
Any trouble that you have, we'll take it.
You don't have to hit nobody.
You don't have to do this.
They didn't do that.
What do you mean hit?
You know, what they use.
What they use if they hit you, you know, slap you, stab you, hit you with some kind of an implement.
I'm going to tell you something.
If anybody died from Sherlock, it would be a $90 customer.
It won't be a $5,000 customer because that doesn't get you your money back.
By the way, Joe the Animal was the first organized crime hoodlum to enter the famous witness protection program, wherein the FBI and the United States Department of Justice provided him with relocation and a new identity.
Trouble with that program is that, contrary to what you hear, it doesn't always work.
Witsack has had a number of spectacular failures, including Joe the Animal Barboza, the first man in.
On February the 11th, 1976, the mob caught up with Barboza and shot him down on the street in San Francisco.
Our tax dollars in action, folks.
Secret Asian Man Secret Asian Man They've given you a number All they've taken away Secret Asian Man you
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.
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This is Harold Covington, and I'll see you next week.
Until then, Sasha Underban.
Freedom.
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