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April 12, 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, rifle known to you and me.
One more roar for signal, token, whistle of 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, Switch your bike upon your shoulder by the rising of the moon.
Out from many a mud wall cabin eyes were watching through the night, Many a man's chest was throbbing for the blessed warming night, 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 April the 12th, 2018.
I'm Harold Covington, and this is Radio Free Northwest.
We'll kick things off this week with a quick question from Lloyd Goyhammer.
Good evening, comrade.
Quick question.
Over the last year or so, I've been contacted by 15 or so local and national media outlets, all of which I have ignored, as in not even any response whatsoever.
That's your usual advice, right?
Anything else I should know besides that?
Okay, I think it will come as no surprise that I've never had much use for the mainstream media.
This goes to back in the day when there were only three nationwide television networks, about 20 influential newspapers, Newsweek and Time magazines, when regular radio was all music and talk radio consisted almost entirely of sports and Art Bell.
I have even less use for the mainstream media now, because instead of lying through implication and innuendo, they simply make stuff up.
Fake news means just that, fake news.
They themselves have stated we are now in the post-factual era, and all that matters is the narrative.
The entire national life of this country is now completely politicized and completely polarized, and everything that's said and done by anyone is viewed through the prism of which of the two warring tribes you belong to.
Now, make no mistake, all that's good for us.
I can tell you that back in the day, media so-called news coverage was completely monolithic, with no genuine divergence or dissent allowed, and it was completely believed by the American public.
Newscasters like Walter Cronkite and Charles Corralt and Huntley and Brinkley were looked up to and treated like oracles.
Lyndon Johnson once said that when the government lost Walter Cronkite, they lost the Vietnam War.
Liberal newspapers, and they were all liberal, were almost as revered and believed.
A reporter for the New York Times was a messenger from the gods.
The Washington Post brought down a president and avenged Alger Hiss.
We used to be obsessed with this idea that media publicity was the lifeblood of our movement and our sole purpose in life was to force our way onto TV and the front page somehow, and we did a lot of foolish things, frankly, by way of publicity stunts, to make that happen.
The result was always that we were made to look foolish and weak and contemptible, and of course we gave them a lot of help with that, but the truth was always manipulated with subtlety and innuendo.
A good example was the reporter who did a piece on Commander Rockwell in the old Randolph Street headquarters and referred to the commander as, quote-unquote, sitting around sucking kumquats while his men ate cornflakes and water.
Apparently, Commander Rockwell never ate a kumquat in his life, but in those days, it sounded sick and obscene.
But those days are no more.
In the first place, we have the internet now, and as you all know, the internet has brought its own set of problems, but...
After almost 40 years of white people refusing to hand permanent power over to the Democrats and the election of presidents like Reagan and Juggiers Bush and now Trump driving the media crazy, indicating that the pale peasantry still have not been subdued into a sufficiently servile state of mind.
Anyway, the mainstream media have just gone mad with frustration, what they call Trump derangement syndrome, and they've deteriorated to the point where it's hard to distinguish between I mean, back in the day, what major network would have had a serious, primetime interview with a prostitute and a porn star to discuss the president's penis?
The very suggestion of such a thing would have been incomprehensible to somebody like Walter Cronkite or Woodward and Bernstein.
Ever since Donald Trump began his presidential campaign, the media have just plain lost it.
They're literally making stuff up and printing and broadcasting outright lies now.
The mainstream media have always been nothing but stenographers for the Democratic Party under the best of circumstances, but ever since the beginning of this century, and even more since the 2016 election, they've simply given up any pretense of objectivity or impartiality.
And the entire mainstream media complex is engaged in one long, treasonable conspiracy to undo the 2016 election and overthrow the duly elected President of the United States.
Why would any white nationalist want to assist the mainstream media in any way, especially when we see what happens to any of us who tries to cooperate with them?
Check out what happened last year to that guy Tony Hovater in Ohio who was stupid enough to give an in-depth interview to the New York Times.
So, no, I do not recommend that any of us give any assistance to the mainstream media or even respond to their inquiries at all.
When the party eventually becomes professionalized, there will be certain party members, mostly local unit leaders, who will be authorized to speak to the media when absolutely necessary.
Those occasions when it will be deemed absolutely necessary will be few and far between.
Right now, if you get a major media inquiry, you can, if you want, refer them to me, and I'll tell them to piss off.
Every word that a white nationalist of any persuasion says to a representative of the mainstream media is a round of ammunition given to the enemy, which will be used to bring the cause of the 14 words into hatred, ridicule, and contempt.
Why would we hand our evil enemies the tools they need to do us harm?
We can't stop these people from printing or broadcasting or posting to the internet whatever stupid and vicious lies they choose.
At least we can't stop them until some of us decide that we prize our self-respect and our people's continued existence more than we fear the police.
But we are under no obligation to assist them.
Okay, over the past several weeks, since that weirdo with the spic name shot up that high school in Florida and little Davey Hogg became an internet icon for the Soros crowd, people have been asking me my opinion on gun control, blah blah blah.
Briefly, I don't think it's going to happen because this society lacks the competence to impose any kind of serious gun confiscation, but you know, that's not really the question, is it?
There are an estimated 300 million privately owned firearms in this country, hidden away in closets and gun cabinets and basement rec rooms, and in some cases buried in oil drums beneath barns and out in the woods, where they are simply rusting away doing no one any good.
The question is, why aren't we using the guns we've got for the purpose that the Founding Fathers clearly intended when they gave us the Second Amendment to begin with?
Any other race or nation of people on the face of the earth would have revolted long ago if subjected to the kind of mistreatment that white Americans have suffered for the past three generations.
And by revolt, I don't mean calling Rush Limbaugh to bitch and moan or tapping out a blog on the internet or tweeting under a female name with a Japanese cartoon avatar.
That's one of the great mysteries on Earth that, historically speaking, even to this day, Americans of all races have always been some of the most violent people on Earth, except in the one area where it counts.
Americans will blow each other away over almost any pretext, especially if there's money or drugs or sex involved, and not infrequently because their feelings have been butthurt, or because their neighbor's dog tells them in their head to do it.
We'll commit acts of incredible mayhem and destruction with firearms and motor vehicles and kitchen knives and salad shooters, you name it, but never out of any coherent political or racial motivation.
Americans shoot one another by the thousands every year, and I'm talking about white Americans as well as monkoid and Mexican gangbangers and dope dealers.
But have you noticed that no one ever seems to shoot anyone with real power or wealth?
It's like being a member of the American political or financial elite somehow renders one bulletproof.
Hell, when Tiger Woods, Swedish whore, went after him for spending money on sluts other than herself, she didn't even use a gun.
She went upside his nappy head with a nine iron.
Americans of all colors turn our guns on one another by the hundreds every day, all across the country.
Every now and then some of them even fire on the police.
But never against the political police, the FBI or B-A-T-F-E or DHS.
When was the last time anybody actually shot at an FBI agent?
Okay, maybe that occasionally happens with dope dealers or illegal immigrant smuggling tiredies or whatever, but I keep an eye out for that sort of thing in the news.
And if anybody is resisting the FBI and other secret police, the fact is being kept really quiet.
In America, dope dealers, gangbangers, psychos, armed robbers, jilted lovers, and just plain kooks turn their guns on one another all the time, but never against the politicians, the lawyers, the judges, or the rich men who are actually causing all the problems and damn sure never against the Jews.
Our streets are littered with bullet-riddled bodies, but never the right ones.
It's like Ezra Pound once wrote, the problem with war is you can never manage to kill the right people.
This is a weird country.
Our Second Amendment guarantees us the right to keep and bear arms, and we do, and we shoot everybody except the people who really deserve it.
I have always found this astounding, because being a history buff, I know how much corruption and oppression and deceit and sleaze the American political system has inflicted on its people over the past 250 years.
The tolerance of the American people for crime and contemptuous mistreatment by politicians is beyond belief.
My God, the city of Chicago and Tammany Hall in New York alone have filled whole books with stories of their theft, their corruption, their bribery, vote-stealing, legal chicanery, embezzlement, and criminality.
Yet, other than two mayors of Chicago, none of the major figures in either of those two cities has ever been cacked, and one of those was killed by a nut.
The other was assassinated by the mob, who pretended Franklin Roosevelt was the target.
In 1933, the hitman had Chicago Mayor Anton Cermak and FDR sitting in the same open car about 15 feet away, and the asshole shot Cermak.
How much tragedy would have been spared if Mr. Nitti's gunman could have been persuaded to plug Roosevelt instead?
There have been four presidential assassination attempts, as well as four successful assassinations.
Two of the attempts against Andrew Jackson and Teddy Roosevelt were carried out by loons of the kind that always seem to have abounded in this country.
Fact is, Americans have always been a little nuts.
The attack on Truman in the Blair House was politically motivated, true, but it wasn't carried out by Americans.
Although I know from my own peripheral involvement that the attack on Reagan was a political setup of some sort.
The government has adopted the Jodie Foster story and they're sticking to it, so we'll probably never know what the fuck that was all about.
Of the four U.S. presidents who were assassinated, one, Garfield, was killed by a delusional Fruit Loop who sang a children's song on the gallows while the hangman was rigging him up for the drop.
Another, McKinley, was shot by a Polish anarchist, so that's kind of political, I suppose, but the assassin appears to have had a few screws loose, and I think he was, in fact, more of a lone nut type.
Like the Reagan shooting, the truth about Kennedy has become so obscured in bullshit that no one really knows who hit JFK or why.
Thus, the only one out of four presidential assassinations that was truly political in nature was the assassination of Abraham Lincoln, which makes it unique in American history.
It was either a Confederate plot or a conspiracy on the part of Edwin Stanton to try and seize the presidency, depending on which version of the story you believe.
Sorry, I know I'm rambling again, but the point I'm making is that it's not that white Americans can't bring themselves even to consider direct resistance.
Far from it.
In many respects, we're the most direct people in the world in that sense.
It's just that we seem to have this deep, innate cultural conditioning never to turn our attention against the people who really do cause all the problems.
I'm not sure how it came about, this incredible reverence for the lives and the welfare of dogs in human form.
A lot of it's Jewish propaganda and mind control, of course, but I don't think even that explains it all.
America has always been a highly materialistic society, and in the past few generations it's been a completely materialistic society.
When you think only in terms of money and personal advantage, I guess it translates into an inability to take direct action to create change on any basis other than money or material self-interest.
In any case, that's obviously something we have to work on.
Now, bear in mind, this doesn't really signify much of anything, since other than the Northwest Front, the movement now exists almost entirely on the internet.
But before any action can be taken out in the real world, white people have to get their minds right, and a lot of the internet gibberish that goes on is interesting because it illustrates just how far most so-called white racists or white nationalists or whatever you want to call us are from getting their noggins squared away.
I know, I've said this before elsewhere, but listen up because you need to wrap your minds around this.
This character issue is really the most important stuff I ever talk about, and we need to go over it again.
There are beaucoup people in the white racial movement as a whole, a lot of us, who are not revolutionaries.
They're what one might call racist reactionaries or nigger-hating conservatives.
They don't want to change the existing system.
What they want is for the existing system to work for them personally.
Most of the people who are involved in white nationalist causes in various ways do not want to create a new order because they either cannot or will not see anything intrinsically wrong with the old one.
Except for the fact that there's all kinds of third world scum and bugger boys and now freakish surgically created Frankensteins running around and using women's bathrooms.
They can see that something is wrong, but they want to treat the symptom rather than the disease itself, which is the lethal combination of Jews and democracy.
These comrades of ours don't really want to change the world.
They just want America to fulfill its promise to them, personally.
I think we all know that if you gave the average white nationalist a $100,000 a year job, a split-level ranch house in the suburbs, a Lexus in the garage, and a swimming pool in the backyard, He'd be out of here so fast you'd see nothing but a blur.
But America has given the goldmine to the things that crawl while the white man gets the shaft.
So a lot of disgruntled white people who don't really have a racial outlook on life become involved with the movement out of a perfectly justifiable rage and resentment as well as fear that their children will lose even what little their parents have managed to keep.
They're moving in the right direction, but for the wrong reasons, and they have little, if any, idea of how to obtain the desired result.
Insofar as they think about any solution at all, they believe it's a matter of that old bromide waking people up.
Once people wake up, so the theory goes, some nice white guy in a good suit will come along and run for president, and he will inaugurate a kind of endless Pat Boone fantasy world.
Does the name Donald Trump ring a bell?
No turmoil, no trouble, no fire and death and blood, and above all, no real need to incur any personal risk or danger or make any effort.
Never mind, actually pack a moving van and relocate to where you're needed.
The great poisonous myth of democracy is that all you gotta do is go into the booth and pull that silly lever and all is right with the world, and once people wake up, then all the problems will just sort of fix themselves.
We're about to find out differently, and it will be a cruel and agonizing lesson in the realities of human existence.
America has failed us.
America promised us the Brady Bunch and has given us escape from New York instead, and now seems to be segueing into Soylent Green.
Some of us are not fooled.
I think most of you listening to this know deep down that this gigantic clusterfuck called the United States is headed for a major meltdown, and that neither Trump nor any other product of democracy can be.
We're too far gone.
Large parts of this country aren't even parts of the United States anymore.
So some people react by joining the movement in some form or another, but in a state of confusion.
They do so out of the humanly understandable and sympathetic motive of racial resentment.
They just want all those black and brown faces to disappear.
They want to quit hearing salsa music blaring in every parking lot.
They want middle class status and regular trips to Six Flags, and that's about the sum total of their political awareness.
The problem is, racial resentment ain't gonna cut it as a solution.
The problem with the United States is systemic.
It is institutional.
It is inherent and cannot be eradicated.
The United States is a terminal cancer case complicated by Alzheimer's.
The entire system has been on the verge of a complete breakdown for years and can't even stand up to 19 guys with box cutters crashing planes into a couple of buildings without going into an epileptic seizure.
Now, I'm old enough to remember the tag end of the world of Ozzie and Harriet and the Brady Bunch, but it's gone.
The United States of America is no longer a country.
It is a disease, and we have to find a cure for it.
The only strategy that I can see is that we must go back, in spirit if not in body, to the old days and the old ways, when there was little law but much justice.
There is no revolution on the horizon, and I will be the first to tell you that.
Before we could stage a revolution, if nothing else, we'd at least have to stop hiding from each other.
If I can't get people to commit the completely legal act of packing a moving van and coming here, then I'm hardly likely to be able to persuade them to commit acts of actual resistance to the regime now, am I?
There will be no armed resistance or any other kind of serious resistance to the encroaching genocide of the white race now or at any time in the foreseeable future.
Because racially conscious white males simply do not feel strongly enough about the crisis to place their own lives at risk in order to resolve it.
Physical courage was once the most common of all white male virtues.
It has now become almost unknown among the males of our race, except in a few very narrow contexts, such as policemen and firefighters, etc., where politically correct society finds it necessary to allow white males to display personal valor in order to preserve and maintain the existing order.
Therefore, a small number of white boys are issued a permission slip to be brave, although only within certain very narrow parameters.
Personal bravery displayed in physical combat with weapons against an enemy was for thousands of years the hallmark of white men.
No more.
I won't say it's completely gone because it had better not be.
What I'm counting on is finding a thousand or so white people who are still capable of organized, rational, and direct action off the internet.
The first step will be the entirely legal one of bringing them here to the homeland and getting them organized into small, If we can't find that first thousand and get them here, then we really are finished.
But we're nowhere near yet.
Now, what exactly do I mean by direct action to bring about change?
A lot of people think that's just a term I use for armed struggle because it's a bit safer than saying what I really mean, but that's not entirely the case.
I mean just what I say.
Direct Right now, I'd be happy to see just a few out-of-state license plates here this spring.
What I'm after right now is not trying to build the NVA.
I'm trying to bridge what I suppose might be called the great disconnect in our people's minds between what we see and now hear on computer screens and what we actually do in the real world.
Not to mention keep them focused with the Trump circus in town.
Our race and civilization is falling into a chasm.
The chasm between what is said and what is done.
We are trying to fight the greatest evil in human history with nothing but words, and words don't work.
It's not just that we won't fight.
We won't do anything.
Getting white people to move off these computers and iPhones and even to get together at a Starbucks or a restaurant With someone else is like pulling teeth.
Things come to a point where entirely too many of us decide to ensure our personal survival as opposed to our racial survival.
We decide that we will not do anything that might really anger the enemy or threaten their agenda.
We will restrict our activities to the generation and distribution of words.
On the few occasions when we make a half-hearted assault on the power structure, it almost always involves attempting in some way to break out of our bubble and place our words in front of the general public, who of course ignore us because we have no power and no money, and because we are clearly too afraid to take the steps involving risk and inconvenience which would be necessary to get power.
We are not willing to back up our words with our own blood and the blood of others.
We are not willing to do for our words what other Americans will do without hesitation for money.
The public knows losers when they see them.
I am convinced that up until the 11th hour, the 59th minute, and the 59th second, it is still possible for us to win if we can somehow find a way to change the white man's thinking and help him recover his ancient courage.
We are, after all, Aryans, and that means that, despite it all, we are better men than they are, if we choose to be.
Somehow, I have to persuade you to make that choice.
Politics is the art of the possible.
Revolution is the art of the impossible.
The two are not necessarily mutually exclusive.
All revolution begins with an idea.
Whether it's Hail Caesar, or Liberty, or Workers of the World Unite, or whatever.
Ours must be homeland, a home and sanctuary for the Aryan race worldwide.
Our idea is summed up in fourteen words.
We must secure the existence of our people and a future for white children.
Okay, I got something a couple of days ago in my email, which I think can be classified as our first official Northwest American Republic or Northwest Front rebel song, despite the fact that it uses the term Cascadia.
Now, this song is sung and played by someone using the name Byron de la Vandal.
It was submitted to me by Lord Goihammer, whose music and CD site may be found at www.stahlhelmrecords.blogspot.com, and I recommend you check that site out if you like good white nationalist music, C.
I have never liked the term Cascadia, because A, there is a lot more than the Cascades to the homeland, and B, it's associated with the hippy-dippies of the other Cascadia movement, the eco-freaks and tree-huggers and left loons and assorted weirdos who use a horizontal bar.
A tricolor flag with a Douglas fir in the middle of it, what they call the doogie flag.
They are to some extent responsible for the false perception that the Northwest is, quote-unquote, full of lefties and liberals.
Now, in practice, they seem to be confined to Portland and the university town of Eugene, Oregon.
There's presumably some of them in nice liberal Seattle as well, but I haven't heard of any public presence there, although admittedly I haven't been looking because I don't care.
Now, this song was apparently written for the True Cascadia Internet Club, which is now kind of M.I.A.
because one of their people, who happened to be the webmaster, went to Charlottesville and got doxxed and lost his job and took down the website before he fled screaming into the night, and I don't know if there has been any attempt to revive it yet.
If any of you out there have any kind of skill on the guitar or with music, or you can do these karaoke-style, more cue numbers, I would be interested in using the background to some of the Irish rebel songs with the lyrics of some of the Northwest rebel songs that I publish in my novels.
If any of you think you have the skills to put something like that together, get in touch anyway.
The title to the song is Diddleo or something like that.
I just call it the Cascadia song.
Oh, diddle-eye, diddle-ow, let all white men know.
Cascadia beckons, come call it your home.
Raise the blue, green, and white to the crystal-clear skies.
Taking our land for our own.
Oh, our homeland's renowned for its beautiful green.
Mound hood to three sisters in the valley between.
From the great crater lake in a forest pristine.
Our blood and our soil is our home.
And our forefathers came on the Oregon Trail.
They braved the fierce natives, the wind and the hail.
They relied on their God and knew they'd never fail.
They carved out this land as their own.
I did a lie, did a lie, let all white men know.
Cascadia beckons, come call in your phone.
Raise the blue, green and white to the crystal clear skies.
We're taking our land as our own.
Aye, but nowhere is perfect, for here traitors lie.
The Antifa cowards got loose from their sty.
To this anti-white filth, now surrender or die.
We're taking our land for our own.
We're taking our land for our own.
Now to the white man who loves, oh, that's good and that's true.
Listen, your brothers are calling to you, and our ranks are still growing, our chapters are few, but soon we'll come into our own.
I delight in a lonely little white men know Ascadia beckons, come call in your home Raise the blue, green and white to the crystal clear skies We're taking our land for our own guitar solo Okay, this is a guy that I pulled off YouTube.
His name is Victor Ulfrikson.
I have no idea who he is or what his overall political viewpoints are, but I think what he has to say here is kind of interesting.
Today, I wanted to do a video explaining exactly why an armed citizenry would not only have a fighting chance at overthrowing the government, but why the odds are actually stacked in their favor.
But first, I figure a little entertainment is in order.
My content's been, it's been rather dry lately, and I think we could all do with a little humor.
In a new short segment I would like to call Brainlet Bloviations.
Let's do it.
You can't take our guns.
If the government tries to take over, we have the right to stop them.
Yeah, let me know what happens when you bring a gun to a drone fight.
If the government wanted to take over, they'd do so easily.
LMAO.
Well shit guys, he's got us there.
We should just surrender to tyranny right now.
You can't fight those drones.
That's why the Taliban, Al-Qaeda, and the Islamic State aren't around anymore.
They're not.
They're gone.
They've been completely obliterated.
It was drones that ended the war on terror just one year after the September 11th terror attacks, wasn't it?
It was drones that stopped ISIS in early 2014 before they could accrue any real territorial gains, right?
Wait, all those groups still exist?
Hmm.
It's almost like air superiority isn't the key deciding factor in a war against a guerrilla insurgency.
Also, the government doesn't need to take over.
They already have power.
That's why they're the government!
Serious question.
Why can't we have rocket launchers?
I mean, if we're really going to fight the government, we definitely need rocket launchers.
Serious answer.
I agree wholeheartedly.
And not just to fight the government.
It is our Second Amendment right to keep and bear arms.
The left loves to point out how the Second Amendment isn't specific as to what type of weaponry is permitted, assuming that it means the weaponry of the era, i.e.
muskets and cannons.
Unfortunately for them, That argument goes both ways, motherfucker.
So strap in.
I would love nothing more than to unload on that old car at the range with my Mark 19 40mm belt-fed automatic grenade launcher.
I would be thrilled to go duck hunting with my FIM-92 Stinger.
Sadly, that's not the world we live in.
But don't worry.
In the event of Revolutionary War II electric boogaloo, I'm confident that we won't have any trouble getting a hold of these weapons.
More on that in a bit.
Gun enthusiasts.
We need our guns to fight off the government.
Okay, so where are all the independent nations located within the U.S. that have already tried?
Oh, there aren't any?
Oh, they're all dead or in jail?
But your guns can fight off the government, so...
Just bullshit.
You hear that, guys?
He wants to see the independent nations located within the U.S. that have already tried this.
There actually is one.
And I know that you know of it, though you're likely ignorant of its history.
It's the green one on this map right here.
I know it's a little small, but if you squint, you just might see it.
You see, the United States used to be a part of the British Empire under the rule of King George III.
Long story short, he was a dick, so we fought back against the British government and won our independence.
If that's not a solid proof of concept, then I don't know what is.
This 220 IQ Rick and Morty fan actually provides a decent segue into a topic which I would just like to briefly discuss.
That being revolutions throughout history.
And don't worry, we'll be seeing more of these intellectual juggernauts real soon.
There was, of course, the aforementioned American Revolution, where British citizens fought back against the oppression of the crown and won independence from Great Britain.
Only a short time after that, there was the French Revolution, caused by economic hardship, political struggle between the aristocracy and the bourgeoisie, and the general incompetence of King Louis XVI.
Later on, we had the Russian February Revolution in 1917, which overthrew the Tsarist government.
And not even a year later, the October Revolution, where the Bolsheviks overthrew the provisional government, bringing the communist government to power.
While I definitely believe Russia could have ended better, it still proves the point that governments can be overthrown by their people.
Now, in the event of the US government turning tyrannical, how would an armed citizenry do against them?
I believe it'd go very well for them, for several reasons.
First, most of the people who make the you-can't-fight-the-government argument seem to hold our service members in such a low regard that they think of them as nothing but robots.
They are not.
They are capable of critical thought, and as such, capable of deciding what side that they're going to fight on.
We would not be fighting the entirety of the United States military.
There would be defectors.
The military would be fighting its own.
Now the government isn't just dealing with Bubba out in the woods.
They're dealing with Bubba and a decent amount of their own turned against them, along with their remaining forces being spread more thin.
These defectors would take with them as much weaponry as they could get their hands on, including rocket launchers, which deals with the drone problem.
Some of these defectors may choose to stay in their jobs, becoming saboteurs.
Many defectors would also have key information that would be of critical danger to the U.S. government.
What information the rebels couldn't use themselves, they would be able to deliver to the U.S.'s foreign enemies.
Which brings me to my next point.
This isn't your grandma's proxy war contained between two powers in the Middle East.
This is America.
Everything is supersized here.
The second that the US enters into a civil war is the second that it becomes a proxy war between NATO and whoever wants to fuck with America.
If Russia, which is, spoiler alert, one of the best militaries in the world at fighting in an urban environment, sent trainers and helpers to the rebels, you can reliably bet that they would also deliver weapons to the rebels.
Which would likely include some heat-seeking surface-to-air missiles, helping to deal with the drone problem.
Now, instead of just Bubba and the defectors out in the woods, they're dealing with Bubba, the defectors, and their friends Vlad and Dimitri.
Now when it comes to optics, it is a much bigger problem for the U.S. government than it is for the rebels.
Our hypothetical civil war would be a PR nightmare for them.
Every rebel killed on U.S. media would be spun as, the U.S. government killed ex-civilians today in a strike on international media.
One quick, slightly off-topic point.
Given the amount of shit that the U.S. has gotten for killing civilians in the past with misplaced drone strikes, they would likely choose to use that option as little as possible, alleviating the drone strike problem just a little bit.
This is all, of course, if the U.S. media could even function properly in a civil war.
The U.S. power grid, with few exceptions, is actually rather vulnerable.
A few marksmen hitting certain spots on the grid would fuck a lot of the military and government, because they need the grid more than the Innawoods rebels do.
Additionally, while all essential government agencies have backup generators, they will be hard-pressed dealing with the resulting looting and other madness that would come with extended power outages.
This would create another front for the government, thus helping to alleviate the drone problem.
It would also turn the people against the government quicker and paralyze the government's propaganda machine.
Worse for them still, the key points of the U.S. power grid are public obtainable information and not only are the points too many to be effectively guarded, they are largely unguarded anyway.
Considering that the left are the ones that want to take our guns away, these next points deal with the hypothetical that this civil war would be the rebels versus a left-wing pro.
I feel like I've made my point effectively at this point.
Logistics and infrastructure in the U.S. is complete shit.
Any war fought against rebellion in the U.S. would be a logistical nightmare even before the rebels started going full Al-Qaeda and putting IEDs on the road.
The most leftist cities, like New York City, San Francisco, Los Angeles, and Washington, D.C., would also be the most logistically easy to cut off.
Most of them require crossing water to get into from certain directions.
They all have critical airports.
Most of them have critical ocean ports.
And if anything happened to just one of these cities, it would be a logistical nightmare.
Here's a little fact about the flyover redneck red states that the oh-look-how-progressive-we-are blue states should take note of.
Blue states are mostly consumer states.
The majority of food grown in the U.S. comes from red states.
Urban areas aren't known for their farms, you know.
The second shit hits the fan, understand that a lot of the blue states are likely to starve.
Speaking of blue versus red states, the U.S. has a lot of choke points, and the government forces would be on the wrong side of them.
Leftists like to live near the ocean.
Many of the dividers in the country, like the Rocky Mountains, the Mississippi River, the Appalachia, and the Missouri River, are red state areas.
Yes, air travel is a thing, but a majority of the U.S. government's needs would have to travel by ground, and even still, many of the major airports are located outside of the city.
Of course, the U.S. would use military base airfields, but if civil war did break out, which bases would be safe?
Which ones would have fallen to traitors?
And finally, the U.S. will never nuke its own.
The second it does, they have lost, as the other developed nations of the world will come to liberate the U.S. from its own repressive regime.
Additionally, if any general, minuteman, nuke tech, or nuke sub-captain decided to side with the rebellion, then the government is shit out of luck.
That's about all I got.
This is hardly a comprehensive list, by the way.
I'm certain that there are factors that I left out.
It seems to me that whenever the argument that you can't take on the military comes up, that they are willingly not taking a second to think about it.
It seems like they assume that civilians are incapable of organizing and engaging in tactics and coming up with strategies, while the US military has no deficiencies whatsoever and no qualms about killing their own.
The Taliban in Afghanistan read the large professional armies of both the Soviet Union and the United States ragged over the course of decades, and they still exist to this day.
A bunch of illiterate goat herders with outdated weaponry.
Against another government and military that would eventually surrender, the U.S. is the best.
But against its own citizens engaging in guerrilla tactics with the I would rather live on my feet than die on my knees mentality, that would be a whole different story.
Hopefully I made a good argument, and hopefully you enjoyed the video.
Feel free to share this with anyone you see making the fallacious argument that the US military is unstoppable.
These are just the facts as I see them.
Thanks for watching.
I'll tell you some men for the Union who in northern ranks were enrolled.
They came to Missouri in their glory and thought that there might we'd be dismayed.
But they soon had a different story when they met Kelly's Irish Brigade.
When they met with the Irish Brigade, my boys, when they met with the Irish Brigade, didn't those cowardly Lincolnites tremble when they met with the Irish Brigade?
They have called us rebels and traitors but themselves have thrown off that name of late.
They have Many two-hearted Irishmen in the ranks of Kelly's Irish Brigade.
When they met with the Irish Brigade, my boys, when they met with the Irish Brigade.
Didn't those cowardly Lincolnites tremble when they met with the Irish Brigade?
Well, they
We dare not call us invaders Tease what stakes, rights and liberty we ask And Missouri will ever defend her No matter how hard may be the task Then later true Irishmen assemble Let the voice of Missouri be obeyed And the northern fanatics will tremble When again they meet Kelly's Irish Brigade When they met with the Irish Brigade When they met
with the Irish Brigade.
Didn't those cowardly Lincolnites tremble when they met with the Irish Brigade?
When they met with the Irish Brigade, my boys, when they met with the Irish Brigade.
Didn't those cowardly Lincolnites tremble when they met with the Irish Brigade?
Music by Ben Thede you
Back when I was writing the Northwest novels, there was a scene that I meant to include in several of them, but which for one reason or another I never got around to actually writing up, either in Freedom Sons or in Hill of the Ravens or any of the books that dealt with the future of the Northwest Republic after the Revolution.
Anyway, what I envisioned was four or five elderly men.
Veterans of the Northwest War of Independence, former NVA men, sitting around a nice crackling log fire in a cabin or a club someplace, passing around the brandy and the cigars like old retired guys like to do, and talking to each other about events back in the good old days.
Hey, you remember so and so?
Hey, you remember this, that, and the other?
You get the idea.
And one of them, possibly the senior among them, making a comment to the effect of, you know, I remember all those years before the revolution broke out when we were all just so paralyzed with terror about the very idea of resisting the tyranny out of Washington, D.C. We were convinced that it couldn't be done.
We were convinced that we would just be destroyed immediately.
And then, of course, when things happened and the revolution did break out, I think we were all just amazed at how incredibly easy it was once we found our courage and we got started.
I think that when it happens, and after it happens, and after the Northwest Republic is created, there's going to be a lot of older guys who make comments to that effect in their memoirs and whatnot.
We didn't realize just how relatively easy it would be once we got started.
About 12 years or so ago, back when I was online but everything our people were putting out was still basically text, back when YouTube and Twitter and Facebook were still just gleams in Jewish eyes, and when Yahoo groups were the state of the art on the internet, Damn, I always liked Yahoo groups.
I was sorry to see them fade away.
Anyway, back in that prehistoric age, I began publishing a series of articles called Weird Aryan History, which is now available as a whole book in PDF format, free for the asking.
All you have to do is email me and request it.
Several weeks ago, I read out one of those chapters on Harold Hardrada, The Last of the Vikings, and it was very well received.
So I think every now and then, when I want to change the pace a bit, I'll lay some more bits and pieces of Weird Aryan History on you.
Some of them are very long, too long for this show, and some of them are on very obscure little historical people and events that most of you would find crushingly boring, which is a pity, but it is what it is.
Anyway, I'm going to start by reading the introduction to the Weird Aryan History series, so you'll have some ideas to what it's all about.
Someone once said that Americans are a people without a past.
I once saw a statistic to the effect that less than 50% of Americans, meaning white Americans, can name all four of their grandparents.
I mean actually name them.
Grandpa and Meemaw don't count.
And less than 10% could name more than one great-grandparent.
Many Americans confused the Korean War with World War II.
Something like 30% of the reporters in the Gulf War did not know there had been a World War I. Although you'd think the designation of World War II might have tipped him off that there was a previous version floating around somewhere.
True story.
We as a people have no idea where we've been, so it's no wonder that we have no idea where we're going.
My Weird Aryan History series is an attempt to remedy that.
To inform white nationalists of some of the more interesting events in the history of our people and let them know that, yes, in fact, there were Aryan events going on before the time of cowboys and Indians, which is as far back as most Americans have any historical awareness at all.
Beyond a highly inaccurate movie version of the Wild West, some Americans have a vague impression of the Civil War, some re-enactors are downright anal about the 1861-1865 period, to the exclusion of the other 3,000-odd years of Western civilization, just like some national socialists can recite a day-by-day history of the Third Reich from 1933 to 1945 and nothing else at all.
There is a dimmer impression in a few consciousnesses of George Washington crossing the Delaware and guys in white wigs signing something in 1776.
And beyond that, there's Elmer Fudd in Puritan dress wearing a cartoon steeplecrown hat and carrying a blunderbuss hunting turkeys and wascally wabbits for Thanksgiving.
By the way, nobody in the 17th or 18th centuries hunted with a blunderbuss.
For 99% of Americans, that's it.
Now, in addition to being a people with amnesia, we are also a very sleazy people, as the current preoccupation with court TV and assorted media-hyped crap indicates from Scott Peterson to Natalie Holloway.
Remember when this was written, guys.
Anyway, fine, I'm sleazy too, so I will be selecting all kinds of weird, wonderful, violent, bloody, bizarre, and ghastly stuff from the history of our race, and presenting it for our own little tabloid show here on the internet.
I'll start off with the mystery of the princes in the tower.
These articles will, in fact, be mostly fairly long and detailed, and you'll have to dust off the old attention span and give it a good workout to read and understand most of them, but I'll try to intersperse short little Aryan factoids as well.
I think this will actually be a kind of entertaining project, something to occupy myself while waiting for the lights to go out, and something many of you will appreciate.
If you don't, there's always the old delete button.
Okay, are we clear on what the Weird Aryan History series is and why?
We do know that there is a purpose to it, and it's not just Harold losing his marbles.
Good.
The series consists of 56 emails, including this one.
I've sent them out before.
A few of you loved it.
Most of you, well, it was pretty obvious most of you just considered the series to be one of HAC's little eccentricities and didn't even bother to read them.
That always saddened and disappointed me.
I don't understand why I could never seem to get any traction on this.
I mean, I just don't get it.
How can anyone not be fascinated with all this stuff?
Anyway, to counter all this Black History Month crap, I'm going to retransmit the complete Aryan history series, roughly two or three per day, so this will probably take about a month.
It'll give you guys some great entertainment, which seems to be largely what many of you are looking for.
No, history did not begin with America.
Yes, our race does have a past other than World War II and the Civil War and cowboys.
Okay, that was the introduction to the series.
Now, my reading of the Harold Hardrada story was so well received that I'm going to clue you millennial dudes and others into yet another part of that history you never knew we had because you were never allowed to know of it.
I'm going to tell you of events which took place 82 years ago in Spain during the last war our race ever fought where the good guys won.
This is Chapter 18 from the Weird Arian History Book entitled The Siege of the Alcazar.
In July of 1936, the people of Spain revolted against their tyrannical and murderous communist government.
The uprising was led by General Francisco Franco and had the support of most, although not all, of the Spanish military, the Catholic Church, the middle classes, and a very large section of normal working-class people as well.
The popular left-wing myth that the Spanish Civil War was nothing more than a military coup is unfounded.
The fact that Franco was able to establish a stable and relatively prosperous society that lasted for over 40 years belies this.
When it became apparent that the initial rising in Madrid had failed, the nationalist supporters in Toledo, which is 40 miles to the southwest of the capital, declared for Franco and occupied the military academy in the ancient Alcazar fortress in the center of the city.
The garrison was mainly drawn from the local Guardia Seville and Falange, but it also included a handful of teenage military cadets, most of whom were on summer holidays when the revolution broke out, a large number of women and children as well as civilians, and a number of nuns who had fled to the fort for safety from the marauding communist militia and the assaltos or assault guards who were the Republic's paramilitary goon squads.
This motley crew of resistance fighters was commanded by the Commandant of the Academy, Colonel Jose Moscardo.
At that time, Toledo was a nationalist island surrounded by Republican-held territory, and it was psychologically as well as strategically vital that the Red Government in Madrid recover the symbolic fortress as soon as possible.
They dispatched a large force of militia, assaultos, army troops who remained loyal to the government, international brigades, and Soviet advisors, as well as the dreaded POUM anarchist paramilitary gangs.
Within days, the ancient castle was surrounded by hastily built barricades and besieged with sniper and machine gun fire.
One of the most famous incidents of Spanish heroism during the war took place on July 23, 1936.
The communist commander reached Moscardo by telephone within the Alcazar, and the colonel was informed that the Republican forces had arrested his 16-year-old son Luis, a cadet at the academy, under his father's command, and unless Moscardo surrendered immediately, Luis would be executed.
To prove that they had his son, he was put to the phone to speak to his father.
The boy spoke up proudly.
Father, if you surrender your command to the enemies of Spain in order to save my life, I shall disown you and nevermore acknowledge you as my blood.
His father replied, Die like the Spaniard, my son.
The enraged Communists then shot Luis in the head.
A second Moscardo son was later captured and executed in Madrid.
In the Alcazar today, the telephone still remains on display.
Repeated assaults against castle walls failed and resulted in heavy government casualties.
The Reds had brought artillery with them, but only light field guns which could be shielded against through the extensive use of sandbagging on the ramparts, and poorly trained Republican militia were such bad cannon shots that they often missed the huge castle completely, and their shells fell on the hapless city.
Then they ran out of shells entirely, and the incompetent, bickering Republican staff in Madrid were unable to supply any more.
Crude attempts at aerial bombing also failed.
For the next two months, the defenders held out against the Republican units besieging them.
Their only source of water was a cistern in the main courtyard.
Fortunately, they were able to fill it up because it took the Reds some time to figure out how to shut off the water mains.
After that, the hundreds of people in the fortress, many of them non-combatants, had to rely on rainwater caught in sheets and tarps.
In August, they ran low on food and had to rely on nightly stealth foraging expeditions over the walls to raid a grocery warehouse that the nationalists knew about in town but which the Reds had somehow overlooked.
They also had to crawl down and scavenge ammunition by ambushing Republican sentry posts or looting the corpses of those killed in the day's fighting.
Many local residents of Toledo who had remained behind in the city Risk their lives to supply Moscardo and his men with food, ammunition, and intelligence on the enemy's activities, and many were summarily tortured and executed because they were suspected, rightly or wrongly, of helping the Alcazar's defenders or being in contact with them.
In mid-September, the Reds brought in a sapper unit of anarchist Asturian miners who tunneled beneath the walls and planted a large explosive charge which they detonated in a massive blast, bringing down a section of the wall.
Now the Reds could gain partial entry into the Alcazar, and the fighting slowly progressed from building to building, floor to floor, room to room.
One upstairs classroom became known as the Chamber of Death.
In the meantime, General Franco was receiving regular reconnaissance reports from his Air Corps on the situation, and he realized that the Alcazar couldn't hold out much longer.
His army was marching on Madrid in four columns.
Hence General Molina's famous remark about his fifth column inside the city.
Franco faced a choice.
He could divert one of the columns to relieve the Alcazar and risk not having enough troops to capture the capital, or else he could ignore the sideshow in Toledo and concentrate on his main strategic objective.
Franco spent a whole night in thought and prayer, and in the morning he made his decision.
This is a matter of the honor of the Spanish army.
We cannot leave Moscardo and his heroes to their fate, as well as the women and children.
He ordered General José Varela to alter his line of march and storm Toledo.
On September 27, 1936, nationalist troops from the Army of Africa entered the city.
The Reds fled back to Madrid without much of a fight.
The raising of the siege of the Alcazar did much to enhance General Franco's reputation, but the diversion of Varela's troops from the advance of Madrid gave the capital's defenders further time to prepare their defenses, and time for Soviet supplies and weapons to arrive.
Franco has been criticized by military historians for his decision, which may well have prolonged the Civil War, but for the rest of his life he always maintained that he had been right to put honor before expediency.
Colonel Moscardo was promoted to the rank of general, fought well throughout the rest of the war, and later led the Spanish Blue Division of Volunteers on the Eastern Front during World War II.
The main Spanish command post on the Russian Front was always referred to as the Alcazar.
Many of the Alcazar's defenders were young men from the Falange, the Spanish fascist party founded by Primo de Rivera, who was later murdered by the Communists.
This is the phalangist anthem Cara al Sol, Face to the Sun.
Cara al Sol
For parecidos con compañeros Que hacen guardia sobre los rujeros Y así de la demanda Están presentes en nuestra paz Y que dije que
caí, me fui Al puesto que tengo aquí Volverán banderas victoriosas Al brazo leje de la paz Y que dan prendidas cinco rosas Las flechas de mi paz Volverán
banderas Y que por cielo siempre más espera Arriba está la sal de tres Que no está
bien, que no va a ser La sal de
tres La sal de
tres La sal de
tres you you Thank you.
Thank you.
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This is Harold Covington, and I'll see you next week.
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