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March 29, 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-a-woogle, hush and listen, and his cheeks were all aglow.
I bear orders from the captain, get you ready quick and soon, for the bikes must be together by the rising of the moon.
By the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon.
For the bikes must be together by the rising of the moon.
Oh, then tell me, Sean O 'Farrell, where the gathering is to be?
In the old spot by the river, rifle known to you and me.
One more roar for signal, token whistle, 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 wall cabin eyes were watching through the night Many a manly chest was throbbing for the blessed warning light The warmers 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 blades were flashing at the rising of the moon It's March the 29th, 2018.
I'm Harold Covington, and this is Radio Free Northwest.
Okay, first a quick note on current events.
It looks like most of next week's news cycle is going to be taken up with a former porno actress named Stormy Daniels, who claims to have had an affair with President Trump, and will be talking about the size of the President's penis.
God, I can't believe I'm saying that.
But, let's face it, that's what our nation and our politics have become now.
Thank you, liberal progressive enlightenment culture.
I just want to tell you that this is another one of those weeks where, for various reasons, I'm going to be busting my butt to get RFN up early, if possible by Sunday night, and so I won't have time to comment on whatever Ms. Daniels has to say about Don's dick.
Not that I'd have much to say anyway.
As some of you know, I'm not exactly the guy to be making moralistic judgments about other men getting it on with porno actresses.
Now, regarding last week's reference to the young man among us who had that really unusual sex scandal, you know, the one that actually involved white women and not little boys or Filipino prostitutes or barnyard animals, I got a query from several of you to the effect of Harold, why the broken record?
Why does this always seem to happen time and time and time again, year after year, decade after decade, generation after generation?
Why do we always seem to slip on the most obvious banana peels, which could have been easily stepped around and avoided with just a little forethought?
Why are we constantly tripping over our own shoelaces?
We're trying to make the movie Michael Collins, or maybe a white version of Exodus, but we keep turning out Three Stooges shorts instead.
Why the same thing, over and over, down through the decades?
What the hell is wrong with us?
Hoo boy, I've been thinking and writing and preaching about that for almost half a century.
During that time, I've offered up more theories on that subject, and Carter has a little liver pills, and I know none of you will get that reference, but okay, I'll take another stab at it.
Among many other reasons, we keep doing pratfalls because we're not serious.
We have been deliberately socially engineered that way from birth by politically correct society.
We don't know the basic rules like any third-worlder would.
We were never taught them, and we were never forced to learn them.
We have no clue what a genuine revolution will have to be like.
Africans and South Americans and Asians and even some Europeans still do.
We don't.
We're trying to accomplish something that hasn't been attempted in this country since 1861, and we haven't got the foggiest idea how to go about it.
American white boys have been raised to expect a lifetime of play.
The ideal world of an American white boy is one long Porky's gross-out movie, and that's how it stays for all too many of us.
It's still a middle-class game of Dungeons& Dragons to us.
A lot of live-action role-playing at so-called rallies, but of course nobody actually gets hurt.
Until they do.
Or we think it's like football.
We think we're going to have this big event lasting maybe a year, kind of like a really exciting championship season.
Lots of rah-rah-rah and pranking the opposing team and kidnapping their mascot and general hijinks and horseplay and a lot of beer, of course.
There will be drama, and somehow or other it will all be done to a theme music soundtrack.
And then we'll win the title and the trophy, after which we'll go home and pop the top on a well-deserved cold one and put our feet up and pick up the remote to see what's on TV.
Or maybe, in Millennials' case, go back to playing World of Warcraft or something.
Maybe, since we'll be revolutionary heroes, we'll actually be ordering from Domino's instead of driving for them.
Well, that's the summit of some of our ambitions, I think.
Look, I'm not making this up.
I have known young white men in our movement, not necessarily bad or stupid ones, whose overall ideas about what's required to change the world were honestly no more developed than that.
This young fellow I referred to last week is one such.
He's not a bad guy.
He just fell into the typical American white boy habit of thinking with his dick, which is not surprising since white kids of either gender are deliberately not taught how to think with their brains.
Now, things being what they are today, the price that this man will have to pay is going to be much greater than it would have been, say, 30 or maybe even 15 years ago.
The system's tolerance level for even the slightest manifestation of dissent or independent thought has gone way down since November 8, 2016.
The official policy on us used to be that, quote-unquote, you can exist, but you can't function.
Now, that seems to have changed.
Nowadays, we're not even supposed to exist, and they really, really don't like being reminded that we do.
I meant when I said I genuinely believe that he's salvageable if he can learn from his fuck-ups.
The main lesson in all of this being, listen to Harold Covington because he knows and you don't.
By the way, while we're on the subject, sometime last week I also got an email asking me what gubu was.
That's G-U-B-U.
I know, I've explained this in the past, but not for some time, so I'll give that one a quick revisit.
For those of you who are unfamiliar with the term gubu, it's a term that I brought back with me from Ireland.
It was invented by a man 99% of you will never have heard of, Dr. Conor Cruz O 'Brien, to describe one of his political enemies, Irish Prime Minister Charles Hoffey.
It means grotesque, unbelievable, bizarre, and unprecedented.
The acronym stuck in my head, and several years ago I started applying it to the Bad Craziness, which comprises 90% of our movement.
A lot of the things I can call to mind are kind of what you might call classic gooboo, the oldie-goldies of bad craziness.
That good old-fashioned gooboo like Mom used to make back in the day.
For example, Sean McGuire calling Matt Cale up in the middle of the night to complain that another comrade in the Arlington barracks stole his Cheetos, his gooboo.
David Duke coming to a rally in North Carolina, taking up a collection of the crowd allegedly to buy himself an airline ticket back to Louisiana and then using the money to purchase cut-rate, low-tax Carolina cigarettes to resell in Louisiana before flying home using the return ticket that he had in his pocket all along.
That's Gooboo.
Tom Metzger's ill-fitting toupee is Gooboo.
As was his habit of screaming out the home addresses of his movement critics on his telephone message in a clear incitement to criminal violence.
Nothing at all being done about it by the law, of course.
Willis Cardo allowing lunatics to purchase a supplement in spotlight telling of the coming of the great space alien Hatan, Izgubu.
Bo Grites, standing in a cold and deserted parking lot at midnight, waiting to meet this space alien who, he was assured, was about to descend on the parking lot of the motel in his spaceship, kind of like Close Encounters of the Third Kind, cause these loons of money they promised to contribute to his political campaign, is gooboo.
No, I am not making that up.
Greitz was the official populist party candidate for president at the time, and he spent at least some minutes, possibly longer, standing in a rainy parking lot someplace out in Idaho, waiting for the great quantum lord of the galaxy, Hatan, to descend in a flying saucer and give him a campaign contribution.
Look, white nationalist fearless leader types, including myself, are kind of like system politicians.
Since we're living in a so-called republic that is, in fact, a kind of kleptocracy, where the entire political system is hooked up to a cash register, like system politicians, white nationalist personalities are pretty much dependent on our donors, because we can't do anything at all without you.
And we know it.
The result is that we will bend over backwards for a $100 donation in ways that Hillary Clinton probably wouldn't do for a $10 million donation.
We have all done just really weird stuff in a desperate, desperate, frantic attempt to raise money for this cause so that we can keep on operating for another week or month.
I've done those desperate things too, and I'm not going to deny it, but I like to think that with me there would be a line.
I can't see myself waiting out in a parking lot for E.T. to descend on the big flying saucer like Close Encounters or whatever like that.
I mean, that's just, yeah, I'm open-minded about paranormal phenomenon and whatnot, but I think that would be a bit much for me.
But Grites did it.
Do you begin to kind of grasp what gooboo means now?
Actually, what with getting involved in child custody kidnappings and not being able to shoot straight enough to kill himself, Grimes is a pretty gooboo dude all around.
Buford Furrow bursting into a Jewish daycare center in L.A., shooting at cute little kiddies and yarmulkes with an assault rifle, and then taking a taxi to Las Vegas to turn himself into the FBI, is gooboo.
The mysterious suicide of Benny Klassen was gooboo.
Bill Pierce's revolving door harem of Eastern European mail order brides was gooboo.
Richard Barrett's ridiculous bib overalls and baseball cap with the little white fuzzball on top were gooboo.
And that was long before Barrett was murdered in his own home by a black homosexual prostitute.
Speaking of which, Glenn Miller and Peaches.
Boy, now that was gooboo as hell.
I ran into Peaches once in Raleigh, walking home from work at night at...
Little six-and-seven-man demonstrations wherein were chased down the street by thousands of reds and non-white scum or gooboo.
The 19 years of my life between 1996 and 2015 was a quiet and almost unknown gooboo fest without parallel in our movement's history, and I really wish a federal judge would allow me to tell you all about it.
The internet has accelerated the gooboo to previously unknown levels of high weirdness, silly behavior, and just plain nuttiness.
Kevin Alfred Strom posting semi-nude beefcake pictures of himself on an allegedly white nationalist website.
Mysterious e-persons wandering the racist internet, signing female names and stirring up every bit of religious and gender-related trouble they can.
We get a lot of that on Twitter, I've noticed.
One of our correspondents, by the by, seems to have both a male and a female personality, and he, she, or it talks to me with both.
The theft of domain names, trademarks, and copyrights for the purpose of smearing and reviling each other.
Pornographic websites paid for by National Alliance membership dues.
The idea that just ignoring all this dysfunctional horse manure will make it go away is possibly the greatest gooboo of all.
Look, I'm going over all the stuff that you really don't want to hear, and I know that you hate it.
I would give my right arm or any other extremity you would care to name in order to be able to tell you honestly that none of this was true, that we were all tall, strong-jawed, heroic men striding forth like something out of a Mjolnir poster from the Third Reich, hard-fisted, determined.
Loyal to a fault and ready to storm Zogg's barricades.
In other words, the image that we all have of, say, National Socialist stormtroopers, Reconstruction Klansmen, so forth and so on.
Our ancestors were like that once.
We can be again, but we're not now.
And we have to come to grips with this salient fact that affects our entire future.
This is who we are, and we've got to stop being that.
We have got to make a deliberate effort of will to change who and what we are.
All of that stuff the Jews have programmed into our brains, we have to uninstall it.
We have to revert to our OEM software, so to speak.
I know I've said this before, but I'm going to keep on saying it because I think really right now it's probably the most important thing we need to learn.
So that you'll understand me when I say that this thing last week with that one man was mild in comparison.
Barely registers on the gubu scale.
In light of the subject we've been talking about for the past few minutes, you can take this song however you will.
This is the Kingston Trio.
The Kingston Trio.
The Kingston Trio.
Ya también somos locos.
Well, I know it's true.
You are Cuckoo-Doo.
Ya también somos locos.
Once again I said you have lost your head.
Ya también somos locos.
Since your ego's curved, you are too disturbed.
Ya también somos locos.
Cuckoo-Doo.
Cuckoo-Doo.
Chico Chico
Cuckoo you, I think Cuckoo you Cuckoo you You are paranoid and your head's a void.
Since your wig is flipped, your skulls come unzip Y al pambia somos locos I'll give you a chance to go I'll give you a chance to go I'll give you a chance to go I'll give you a chance to go I'll give you a chance to go I'll give you a chance to go you you.
Thank you.
Now, I think it's time I got to a few odds and ends from our email box.
Harold, it occurred to me that I don't recall you ever discussing Mussolini on the podcast.
Can you impart any wisdom on the subject?
Signed, Bill from Spokane.
Well, I've never mentioned Mussolini because I'm basically just not that much into him.
Mussolini was a fascist and not a national socialist, and left loon gibberish to the contrary, the two are nowhere near the same despite certain outward similarities.
National Socialism is all about race as the ultimate expression of the human condition.
Fascism is all about the state.
Technically speaking, any South American military dictatorship could be called a fascist state, and some have been, like Argentina under Juan Perón.
It's an extreme form of civic nationalism.
If Richard Spencer could get his own personal wet dream to come true and become whoever he wanted, he would almost certainly choose to be Mussolini instead of Hitler.
Put it that way.
Now, it could be that my disinterest in Mussolini is why I've also been accused of, quote-unquote, hating Julius Evola, which isn't true.
I've read some of his work.
It's just that, like Mussolini, I'm just not that into him.
I think a lot of what he's saying is simply stating the obvious, and without the crucial element of race acting as a linchpin to everything in a worldview, Evola and Italian fascism are kind of like trying to make an entire diet out of tofu.
It'll keep you alive, I suppose, but it's not the real stuff, and it's just not satisfying.
The End Good evening, comrades.
Tonight I would like to talk about The Plotters by John Roy Carlson.
Now, this author was active back in the 30s and 40s.
He's an Armenian-American, and he writes a couple of different books in which he infiltrates various far-right organizations.
Now, his first book, apparently, he posed as an Italian-American and he wrote about Italian fascist organizations.
But in this book, he poses as usually an Anglo-Saxon, but at one point a German farmer.
And of course, in those days, you could do that kind of thing much more easily than you could ever do it now.
Now, one of the first organizations he discusses, he talks about bunds and how bunds were very replete.
With German sympathizers, obviously, before World War II.
And that some of these organizations continued on as German-American veterans groups after the war.
And in 1946, a lot of these organizations were meeting in the back room of bars, mainly just for companionship.
That you will realize or find impressed upon yourself in reading this book.
One of the things you'll probably contemplate is that we've been doing the same thing for a very long time.
And another thing, of course, you'll see in reading this book is that the right has never really been one thing.
For example, I was just talking about German-American groups that were really more German than American.
However, a lot of these groups talked endlessly about being 100% American, which was a very common slogan at that time.
Some of these groups were extremely proud to be Protestant.
But others really wanted to follow in Father Coakland's footsteps.
And apparently by 1946, it seems like Coakland had already been silenced or pretty much silenced at that time.
However, there were people carrying on in his stead, individuals like Terminello and also an individual calling himself Coaklandite.
These were very strong Catholics.
There were a couple of interesting women mentioned in this book.
One of them is Marilyn Allen.
She was very much a professor of Christian identity theory.
There's another mentioned in this book who was actually active during World War II in the anti-war movement, and she was the head of an organization called Mothers Mobilized for America.
She was also a third-party presidential candidate.
Also notable are the United Mine Workers of America because they wanted peace negotiations in 1939.
Now, there were some individuals and groups who would praise the sociological aspects of National Socialism, but somewhat...
To the contrary of that, you had others who were complaining about Roosevelt as being a tyrant for being too much of a socialist.
Now, of course, if you study your history, you'll realize that a lot of the ideas implemented in the New Deal were ideas taken directly from Hitler.
One of the things that this author says is that There's no true believer like a frustrated individual.
And this author tends to accuse individuals involved on the right as being essentially persons who are frustrated.
He especially accuses women on the right as being frustrated and says that the few that there are are extremely dedicated.
Now, as I said, he's also interested in respectable organizations that might be infiltrated by individuals who could be right-wing.
And one of the organizations he particularly mentions towards the end of the book is one called American War Dads.
And he's concerned that they've been infiltrated by anti-communists.
Now another thing mentioned very briefly in this book, really only in passing, is this concern about South America.
Now as we know, there are certain German groups in South America, and also there were Germans that fled there after the war.
Now there are still rumors and stories about South America to this day, but particularly back in the 1940s, there were some that were concerned that Another Reich might arise out of South America.
The demographics down there really never favored that kind of thing, so I don't know why people even were concerned about that, but apparently there was some concern in the past.
Of course, that's pretty much, that's faded away.
So, essentially, this book, I have to say, it is somewhat tedious.
It's not necessarily going to be a page-turner, but it's really, if you are interested in reading it, the main The main reason to read it would be for historical names, both of individuals and also organizations, and to see what organizations are still around and what organizations are not.
A lot of these organizations are no longer around.
The exceptions would be the American Nazi Party, also the NAAWP, and of course various versions of the Klan still being around, and that's pretty much about it as I can see.
There are also various books mentioned here, and perhaps I'll look for some of those.
So I thank you for listening, and I hope you found this at least somewhat interesting.
I do like to bring in...
I hope you enjoyed our discussion.
Have a good evening and hail victory, comrades.
The End We're going to do what they say can't be done.
We've got a long way to go, and it's a short time to get there.
I'm Westbound just like a band that runs.
If you come hard on the belt, if you sometimes mind it breaks, let it all hang out cause we got...
Greetings, comrades.
This is the trucker coming at you from North Kansas.
Just got down with a load from Tacoma over to Minnesota, and I'm now on my way from Minnesota down to Arizona.
So, quick update.
For those of you that are actually going to be doing your scouting trips and your migration, the roads are clear.
We're coming across Montana and North Dakota.
A little bit breezy, but...
No snowstorms or nothing like that.
I might be later on coming across Nebraska today.
Well, the geese are making their migrations.
The ducks are making their migrations.
Why aren't you?
Good question.
Anyway, well, for those of you that are actually going to be hitting the roads...
It's now coming into planting season, and if you're going to be coming across North Dakota, even on the interstates, there's farm equipment out there on the move, be it the spraying machines, tractors pulling big...
Plows and stuff like that.
Pickup trucks pulling tanks, moving their, whatever their agricultural stuff they're transporting in it from one location to another, but you gotta watch out for the slow-moving farm equipment out there on the North Dakota roads.
And if you're coming across Montana, they don't do it on the interstates, but you got the same farm equipment, some to move there, too.
And also, you've got to watch out for the livestock drives, be it the cattle drives, sheep drives, whatever.
They happen to be moving from one field to another.
They drive them right down the middle of the highway from fence line to fence line.
So that's just a heads up on some of the things you've got to watch out for if you're actually going to hit the road and make your scouting trip out here to the Northwest.
I guess I saw a news article here a couple of days ago that the cherry blossoms are starting to bloom.
So that's one big thing out here is the cherry blossoms and the different plants and flowers and stuff that bloom.
Some people get a big thrill out of going and checking that out every year.
But, well, you guys probably aren't going to be making your migration to go and see that.
Maybe you are.
Who knows?
Also, you've got to check different states or have different regulations on whether or not your rental truck, if you're doing a U-Haul, whether you have to go across the state scales or not.
Like I say, different states have different laws.
Some of them require all rental trucks to go across the scales nowadays, so just be aware of that if you're going to be doing that.
Which I hope you are, at least making the move, but however you plan on doing it, gotta watch out so Smokey Bear don't chase you down and drag you back to the scale and give you a ticket.
That would not be a good idea.
Definitely not make your day.
Okay, well, this is the Trucker signing off for a little quick thing from the road, so have a good one, comrades.
Hope to see you out here on the roads, making your scouting trip and your migration soon.
That's the trucker signing off from Kansas.
Greetings, comrades.
This is the trucker coming at you from Yuma, Arizona.
And given my location, I figured I'd go and do another repetition.
Hey, what can I say?
This is Migration Central.
What do I mean by that?
Well, you got every RV park and basically a plot of land that was set up for it had RVs and park models in it.
And all that for the snowbirds.
Hey, they can mag-write twice a year.
In the fall, coming on to winter, they all come down here out of their normal haunts up there in the north and hang out here down where the weather is warmer because it's too cold up there and they don't want to deal with it.
And then in the springtime here shortly, there'll be the mass exodus heading back to their home once the white stuff starts to melt off and all the plants start to bloom and all that.
And the other half of my migration central thing from down here is all them damn beaners coming across the...
We've got a bunch of them white with green striped and lettered vehicles running all over the place.
Call the U.S. Border Patrol.
And once I get over into California to head up to deliver this load, I'll end up having to go through one of their wet pack checkpoints and see if I'm actually a U.S. citizen.
Can qualify to be here.
Well, hey, if you're white, you qualify to be in the Northwest, you know?
It's one of those things that, hey, if the beaners can come across here illegally and invade our country and all that, and the snowbirds can go and migrate down here and then back home.
Not seeing why y 'all can't go and migrate to the Northwest and help populate the Northwest with white folks and maybe we can get this show on the road.
That would be a novel concept.
But...
I guess it's probably not going to happen, but I thought I'd go and throw my little two cents worth in there, seeing as how this is where I was sitting down here this evening, getting ready to head across the border into California.
So, anyway, alright, well, this is the trucker with another little get-off-your-ass, make your scouting trip, make your migration pitch.
I know you're getting tired of hearing it, but, hey, I spend a lot of time on the road.
There's no barbed wire, there's no manned, armed checkpoints, well, other than the border patrol.
But I'm talking state-to-state, of course, who the hell would want to, in their right mind anymore, would want to go into California with all their liberal policies and their anti-gun crap.
Hey, that's for another podcast.
So, alright, it's real easy.
Get rid of the shit you don't need.
Figure out what you want to keep.
Pack it all up in a trailer or a moving van or if you're young and single, maybe buy an old school bus.
You can hook your car behind and you can use that to live in so you can go and get out here and find a permanent home or plot of ground to go in.
Pound your tent stakes into.
I mean, hey, I've been up here since early 1980.
Not 80s, AD.
8-0.
And my tent stakes have never been pounded into any other ground other than the Northwest.
A few different spots in Washington and the base I was stationed at down in Oregon.
Other than that, I have not been in any other state other than traveling through.
Doing trucking and vacations and that kind of crap.
So, anyway, do your migration.
Which should be like, hey, a vacation!
You can go on people vacation every year.
Well, plan your scouting trip around a vacation.
And then do your migration.
So, alright, well, this is the Trucker, signing off from dark, but fairly warm, high 60s, Yuma, Arizona.
And it's late in the evening, getting ready to roll across the border into California.
So...
Alright, well, this is the Trucker, signing off for yet another little tidbits from the road and the driver's seat.
This is the Convert Trucker.
Have a good one.
Hopefully, get to see you out here making your scouting trip and your migration soon.
Sooner than later, hopefully.
We're going to do what they say can do now.
We've got a long way to go.
Any short time to get past Somewhere's about to watch a bandit run Outro Music Yeah.
Thank you.
This is Comrade John Smith.
He's Winston Smith's cousin.
Guerrilla warfare is not simply an exercise in nihilism.
Rather, it is politics via extra-constitutional means.
Therefore, at the heart of any guerrilla war is a revolutionary political struggle, seeking tangible political goals.
Guerrillas represent the fighting military wing of a revolutionary movement or revolutionary political party.
During the revolutionary struggle, before victory is achieved, the military wing of the movement must necessarily be clandestine, which is colloquially referred to as underground.
The counterpart to the revolutionary underground is the above-ground arm of the movement, which focuses on political agitation, propaganda, recruiting, and fundraising, to the extent that these activities remain legally permissible.
Any activities deemed The underground and above-ground wings work in concert with each other, and a deliberate attempt is made to complement each other's efforts and sync up activities to the maximum extent.
The challenge to this is security measures needed to protect the underground.
To preserve the firewall, A form of encrypted communications is required, both literally and figuratively.
Finally, the underground is where above-ground personnel are transferred to for their self-preservation when circumstances dictate.
However, this transition is often a one-way street, as it is usually permanent once a revolutionary is officially declared an enemy of the state.
Such a fate may also befall the above-ground wing in its entirety when, for example, the enemy proclaims it to be a terrorist organization.
But revolutionaries should be emboldened rather than disheartened if this becomes the case.
It means they're winning.
Ultimately, the struggle is about controlling territory because territorial control leads to sovereignty, which leads to self-determination.
Although gorillas also ultimately aim to control territory, it's not necessary for them to control territory as part of that process.
Rather than take and hold territory until a sufficient amount is gained, gorilla tactics are used to force the enemy to hand over and essentially abandon territory to the gorillas.
This is an important distinction that keeps the guerrillas constantly on the offensive.
Come out, you black and tan, come out and fight me like a man Show your wife how you've won medals down in Flanders Tell her how the IRA major run like Delaware From the green and lovely lakes that kill the Shandras Come let us hear you tell how you stand a brain for now And taught and well and truly persecuted Where are the stares and jeers that you proudly let us hear When our heroes
of sixteen were executed Come out, you black and tans, come out and fight me like a man Show your wife how you've won medals down in Flanders Tell her how the IRA major run like Delaware From the green and lovely lakes that kill the Shandras
Oh, come out, you pretty tans, come out and fight without your guns Show your wife how you've won medals up in Derry You've murdered sixteen men and you'll do the same again So get out of here and take your bloody army
Show your wife how you won medals down in Flanders.
Tell her how the IRA made you run like Delaware, from the green and Okay,
at this point...
I'm going to drop in a section from an old Radio Free Northwest podcast from September of 2010.
Now, this is not just me being lazy.
And it's not just because I'm rushed with it being the end of the month and me having a lot to do next week.
There is a lot of really, really good stuff that has piled up in the past eight years of Radio Free Northwest.
I know that there are some guys out there who discover the show, they get really hardcore about it, and they personally download and listen to all 400 and some odd episodes.
But I also know that most of you either don't have the time or the interest or really the inclination to just sit and listen to 400 and some odd hours of podcasts.
I've heard of binge-watching videos, but not binge-listening podcasts.
Although apparently some of you do it, but again, I know most of you just don't want to do it or you can't or whatever.
And the result is that you're missing a lot of really good stuff.
Not just me, but some of the contributors as well.
Andy has got a lot of really good stuff on here going way back that can really do with the lesson.
So I may start dropping in some selected reruns or oldies but goodies from the Groove Yard or forgotten Herald hits or whatever.
This is from an FAQ show that we ran back in 2010 when the program was still very new.
Next question, which I get in all kinds of contexts.
Dear HAC, why not extend the Northwest Republic to Northern California or Alaska or Utah or South Dakota or Minnesota or basically why not extend the Northwest American Republic to everything west of the Mississippi so I don't have to move?
As you can guess, this idea comes mostly from people who live in San Francisco or Salt Lake City or Alaska or wherever, and it's basically a matter of they don't want to go to all the hassle and inconvenience of packing a moving van.
We've been getting this ever since the publication of the first Northwest novels.
People from Northern California, Alaska, Utah, Colorado, North and South Dakota, all over the show, often come to me suggesting that we include their home states in the projected boundaries of the NAR so that they don't have to move.
I've seriously had people try to persuade me to include San Francisco and San Jose and Silicon Valley as part of the Northwest homeland so that people living there don't have to move.
You look on a map, and despite the climate, you'll see just how far south along the California coast San Francisco is.
As much as I would love to go into that beautiful city with the NVA and the SS and clean out all those filthy faggots and Oakland niggers from top to bottom, to call it part of the Pacific Northwest is absurd.
Now, don't get me wrong.
I get why these people want me to do this.
Packing everything you own and moving steaks is an incredible hassle.
Believe me, I get it.
I do.
God knows I should.
I've done it myself often enough.
As recently as 1998, at the age of 45, I was forced to reduce my entire life to a single suitcase.
So I, of all people, know about the stress and aggravation of moving.
I have nothing at all against these people who are trying to schmooze me into relieving them of the moral responsibility to pack that moving van, and I don't blame them for trying, not at all.
I just can't let them do it.
Now remember the whole theory behind what we're trying to do here, which is to concentrate our numbers in a given area to where we can actually form communities.
Real people living in the real world within half an hour's drive of one another, and begin functioning in the real world as opposed to the internet, and also to reduce the whole problem of white racial survival and revolution to manageable proportions.
Remember, when the excrement impacts on the revolving blades, we want to be fighting a colonial war, struggling for the independence of a far-flung outpost of empire, far removed from the capital and the centers of wealth and power.
A backwater that the wealthy Jews and multinational corporate executives of Washington, D.C. and New York and Houston really won't be all that upset about giving up if it has to be done to preserve their power and their profits.
We need land to grow into as a nation, true, but on the other hand, we have to keep this practical and we mustn't get too greedy.
There are enough existing racially conscious whites so that if, I say if, we can ever get our act together, lay aside all our petty differences, stop listening to the goat-dancing idiots from the 1990s who hang around V-bulletin boards and still claim to lead us, and finally, unite behind the Northwest migration as every ounce of remaining common sense dictates that we should, Now, if we can ever do those things, then we can easily concentrate 10 or 20,000 of us at least in three and a half states.
Now, that will give us the basis for serious missionary work among the locals so that we can finally begin to draw our personnel not from this damaged and dysfunctional we movement of ours, but directly from the white community.
Now, that is a major strategic goal.
We have to break out of the movement bubble.
We have to start drawing our people directly from the population.
We could be doing that now, of course, except that nobody in the white population of the Northwest knows that we are here.
Our websites are stuck on a few hundred hits per day, and we haven't yet figured out how to get any responsible establishment publicity without somebody getting killed and without standing on a street corner holding a sign and wearing a costume and making fools out of ourselves.
If that ever changes, we'll be on our way.
But we do still have to reduce the problem to manageable proportions.
Now, the original proposed white homeland consisted of a core territory of three complete Northwest American states, Idaho, Oregon, and Washington.
In my novels, I referred to Wyoming, but that was fiction.
We've since added Western Montana largely because of the intensity and dedication of one single female comrade who is forming her own primary settlement area in Kalispell.
But at some point, guys, we've got to draw the line.
At various times in the past, other parts of the Northwest have been suggested as potentially forming part of the homeland, and these include the northern third of California above Reading, the state of Wyoming, the state of Alaska, and the present Canadian provinces of British Columbia and Alberta.
Of those Canadian provinces, I would especially like to include in the Northwest Republic when the time comes, but they'll be the responsibility of Northwest Front Canada.
There is a half-assed independence movement in Alaska, but it's kosher conservative and capitalist and Sarah Palin-like in nature, and so it's useless as a vehicle for racial survival.
There's also a separatist movement with a distinctly racial tinge to it that already exists in Western Canada, but they don't seem to have gotten very far with it.
Neither have the French and Quebec, as far as that goes.
The fact is that no separatist movement that attempts to use liberal democracy will ever get very far.
Remember, the purpose of democracy is to prevent change.
Now, for the entire three-and-a-half-state settlement area, we're looking at a total of almost 300,000 square miles.
That's a lot of territory to cover, as I can tell you just from one road trip we did to Idaho a few months ago.
We talk about reducing the scale of the problem, but let me tell you, the Northwest homeland is a big-ass place, and it's going to be hard for us to move around in it, given our limited resources, when even a single tank of gas is a major financial project.
Imagine how it would be if we started to include these other areas and had to take road trips to Salt Lake City and Cheyenne or San Francisco just because some of our people don't want to exert the necessary effort of will to pack the moving van.
The whole purpose of reducing our operational area to something manageable would be defeated.
Just as we need communities of racially conscious white people living within half an hour's drive of one another, we need every place in the homeland to be within at least a long day's drive, max.
Now, when the balloon goes up, I personally would like to glom on to as much territory as possible.
If we're in some kind of situation whereby we can acquire Northern California and Utah and Wyoming or whatever great, but we don't know exactly how and when and under what circumstances the inevitable breakup of the United States is going to occur.
Until we have a little more information in that area, the Northwest Front has to keep to the present three and a half states.
God knows they're going to be hard enough to work with.
Next question.
This is one that doesn't come from our own people.
It's something that apparently is driving our hippy-dippy idiot enemies on the internet around the twist, and apparently they're really pestering Colonel House about this, so I'll give this a brief mention.
That is all the heckles that we get on the blogs and our YouTube sites and just in general from Indians and Mexicans and mestizos of various kinds.
We also get a lot of this drivel from white morons who think they're part Indian, or who think there's something cool about Indians, or who just basically have shit for brains.
Anyway, their rap is as follows.
White people don't belong here because Columbus was an imperialist exploiter, and white people were mean and cruel to the Indians, and anyway, the Indians were here first.
Booga booga booga.
Well, that assertion is so just plain wrong on every count, I don't even really know where to begin.
First off, Columbus was not the first dead European white male to discover America.
The Norse discovered America around the 10th century AD.
They had some settlements up in Newfoundland and thereabouts, and if you believe the Kensington Roomstone, they were actually still mounting expeditions to North America as late as 1361.
Secondly, the Indians themselves were no prizes.
They most assuredly were not noble savages.
The Aztecs were the most technically advanced Indians at the time of the white arrival, but they liked to raid their neighboring tribes in order to capture people, and then cut their hearts out with obsidian knives at the top of a pyramid as a sacrifice to the sun god.
And it's known that the hearts and at least some of the other body parts of the sacrifices were then thrown to the mob and eaten as delicacies.
Everyone has marveled that Hernán Cortés was able to conquer Mexico City and overthrow the Aztec Empire with only 700 men and 17 horses.
But he had thousands of Indian allies who supplied him and helped him because they were so desperate to get the so-called noble and civilized Aztecs off their backs.
You ever want a good movie version of that?
Try Mel Gibson's Apocalypto.
It deconstructs the whole noble Aztecs idea pretty thoroughly.
Okay, I have a certain amount of time for the Plains tribes like the Lakota and the Cheyenne and the Comanches, but the East Coast tribes the early settlers found were pretty scummy and really primitive.
They were Stone Age savages who lived like animals and who routinely practiced torture and murder of any captives and the rape of any woman who fell into their hands.
They had no written language, no ability to build in stone like even some of the Central American Indians had.
And after thousands of years, they hadn't learned even rudimentary metalworking or agriculture or the domestication of animals.
Thousands of years ago, American Indians and white people in Europe were on the same primitive level.
White people advanced and learned and created and grew in mind and culture and technology.
Indians never did, and they were still in the Stone Age when the first white settlers landed.
Ah, but the idiots say the Indians were here first.
Yeah, that's the official version, sure, and it has been for a century, but in the past few decades, some pretty interesting archaeological evidence has emerged that indicates otherwise.
Now, I don't have the time here to go off into a long college degree course lecture, but I'll try to hit the high points for you.
The discussion is hampered by archaeological and historical uncertainty on exact dates, since we're dealing with many millennia back and we can't know for absolute certain sure.
What happened that far back in time?
And if I get into the question of how many thousands of years this and so-and-so BC, that I will be here all night.
But basically, the evidence that Caucasians from Europe arrived in North America before the Asian ancestors of the Red Indians falls into two categories.
First off, there's the scattering all over North America of stone artifacts, mostly spearheads and arrowheads, but also...
Tools such as hand axes, and also artifacts made of bones such as fish hooks and needles, which indicate a connection with Europe, and which are found nowhere else but in Europe and parts of the American East Coast.
Not in Africa, not in Asia, not in Polynesia, nowhere else.
The most common of such artifacts are what's known as Clovis points.
Which are of a unique shape and manufacture, which I won't try to describe verbally, just take my word for it.
They're very distinctive and identifiable, and you can easily find pictures of Clovis Point stonework online.
There is also a style of arrow and spearheads called salutrian that looks sort of like a sharpened oblong or leaf shape, the oldest of which were found in caves and buried in Paleolithic strata around a town called Salutré in the Loire district of France.
These are about 15,000 years old, and they're believed by some scholars to be of Cro-Magnon origin.
From this, we get the term Solutreans for our earliest white ancestors.
These Solutrean artifacts are also scattered all over North America, large numbers of specimens having been found in Virginia, Pennsylvania, and Florida.
Nothing of the kind has ever been found in Asia or Siberia or Polynesia, where the American Indians' ancestors are believed to have come from.
Only in Europe.
The second body of evidence, which indicates that white people came here first, is more fascinating and more conclusive, although more rare, and that is actual human remains.
The most well-known instance of this kind of evidence is Kennewick Man, whose skeletal remains were discovered in 1996 in Kennewick, Washington, right here in the homeland.
Again, if I were to try and get into all the hannahana between scientists and the organized Indian lobby and the political left over the Kennewick remains, I'd be here all night.
But to give you the Cliff Notes version, early examination of the remains caused forensic anthropologists at the University of California in Riverside to state their opinion that the remains were Caucasian.
I should emphasize that determining the race of a human skeleton is one of the easiest things for a trained anthropologist or pathologist to do.
It's Forensic Pathology 101.
Skin color is by no means the only difference between the races.
It's just the most obvious.
Our whole bodies are built differently according to race, especially bone and skull structure.
Often, it's actually easier to tell the race of a deceased person than it is the gender, especially if you have an incomplete skeleton.
Remember, the first examination took place before all the sound and fury started, and so the experts routinely classified the remains as Caucasian.
They figured Kennewick Man was a settler from the 19th century.
But then the political problems started to appear.
The radiocarbon dating showed that the remains were 9,300 years old, which is way, way before Columbus and Leif Erikson.
Way before any of us white boys are supposed to be around here in America, and what's worst of all, before the oldest known Indian remains.
If the analysis was correct, then it means that the first people in North America were white.
But since that conclusion was politically unacceptable, then the analysis and the scientists who made it had to be personally attacked and discredited.
And oh boy, did the shit hit the fan then.
The Kennewick remains were seized by court order and still remain the legal property of the Army Corps of Engineers, who refuses to allow access to them to any genuinely independent scientist.
There was a legal battle for almost ten years as the organized Indian tribes and their left-wing allies tried to prevent any further examination.
The army finally allowed brief access in 2005, but by then numerous Indians had been allowed contact with the remains, using various excuses, and the material was hopelessly contaminated.
Parts of the skeleton were missing and the whole thing had become so hopelessly politicized that no further examination can really be trusted.
Contrary to popular belief, the actual results of a DNA test performed in 2005 were never released for anyone in the scientific world to examine for themselves.
And again, contrary to the media, The original identification of the Kennewick remains as Caucasian has never been disproven.
Of course, in the present political climate, for any reputable scientist to admit that the remains are Caucasian would be the end of his career.
But there have been other ancient Caucasian human remains found in North America, including one at Lake Jackson, Texas, which was carbon dated at over 11,000 years old, and a woman's skull found near Mexico City of all places, dated nearly 13,000 years ago.
Both of these discoveries took place in 2002.
And then there's the spirit cave mummy found in Nevada in 1940 that lay around the Nevada State Museum until 1996 when somebody finally got curious enough to have the remains carbon dated and found that the body was 9,400 years old, more or less contemporary with Kennewick Man, give or take a century.
The mummy is said to quote-unquote exhibit Caucasian racial characteristics.
Now, there is a lot of interest in this whole Solutrean thing in the movement, and there's a new novel coming out in October by a young man named Kyle Bristow called White Apocalypse, which deals with this whole issue of ancient white remains and the persecution of scientists who study them.
I recently had the pleasure of reading and reviewing an advanced copy in PDF format.
Look, this is a fascinating subject, and if I don't shut up now, I won't shut up for an hour.
I would, however, like to recommend that anyone who has truly got the Solutrian bug to go online to Amazon.com or wherever and order a DVD of a Discovery Channel program called Ice Age Columbus, Who Were the First Americans?
It's well worth a viewing.
It'll convince anyone with an open mind that, like everything else, political correctness tells us, this business about the Indians being here first ain't necessarily so.
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.
Until then, Sarsha Underban.
Freedom.
Freedom.
Thank God, it still is beating hearts in manhood's morning noon.
Who would follow in their footsteps at the rising of the moon?
At the rising of the moon, at the rising of the moon.
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