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April 19, 2018 - Radio Free Nortwest - H.A. Covington
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Oh, then tell me, Sean O 'Farrell, tell me why you hurry so.
Push your vocal, push and listen, Anna's cheeks were all aglow.
I wear 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, rightful known to you and me.
One more door for signal, token, whistle of the marching tune.
Warrior bike upon your shoulder by the rising of the moon.
By the rising of the moon.
By the rising of the moon.
Which arrived upon your shoulder by the rising of the moon.
Out from many a mud walled cabin eyes were watching through the night.
Many a manly chest was throbbing for the blessed warning light.
Warpers passed along the valleys like the man she's lonely crew.
And a thousand blades were flashing at the rising of the moon.
At the rising of the moon, at the rising of the moon.
And a thousand days were flashing out, rising all the moon.
It's April the 19th, 2018.
I'm Harold Covington, and this is Radio Free Northwest.
I'm going to be doing a lot of reading this week, but please understand this is not just me being lazy.
These readings of mine from my books and from the Weird Aryan History series the past few weeks have been very well received, and in this week's episode I get a chance to do both in relation to other things within the program.
I'll start out with an email I received earlier this week.
Dear HAC, What is the official position of the Northwest Front on Christianity?
Christian Zionism is a religious fraud, in my opinion.
But the Christian white man is under attack by the forces of Jewish Bolshevism.
Is there a place for these folks in the movement?
Hail Victory, signed Frontman.
Comrades, I apologize, but as you can see, the monster has reared its ugly head again.
Religion is one of those things that just keeps on recurring in our movement like a bad case of malaria, and I've seen it cause a lot of problems.
With issues like that, I usually have a collection of canned answers which I will email or read off a template, just to save me from having to sit down and compose individual responses which say things that I've said in my novels or elsewhere before, over and over again.
As most of you will know, I dealt with this topic of religion extensively in the novels, but this is the best short clip I can think of from A Mighty Fortress.
For those of you who don't remember the book or who never read it, this incident happens right before the NVA delegation is about to board the helicopter for the Longview Peace Conference, which will bring the American occupation to an end and establish the Northwest American Republic.
Thank you.
Thank you.
The point negotiators and senior officers gathered in what had been the airport manager's office.
Morehouse turned on the air conditioner more out of habit than because he believed the place was bugged and got them all sat down around a conference table that filled one wall of the office.
We got a problem, said Morehouse.
I ain't surprised.
They really don't want us to go down there.
What are those federal sons of bitches up to now, demanded Morgan roughly.
They're not up to anything, at least no more than usual, Morehouse told him.
It's our own idiots who have decided that they just can't wait another day to bring back that good old movement horse shit like Mom used to make.
What do you mean, Red?
asked Barrow.
Religion, said Morehouse.
Barrow stared at him for a moment in silence and then buried his face in his hands.
They couldn't even wait until we got down there?
Apparently not, said Morehouse bitterly.
Tell me.
A double whammy.
First off, there was an unauthorized leaflet distribution in Corvallis, Oregon yesterday.
A big distribution, 50,000 or so flyers, dropped over the city from an airplane, baiting the local evangelicals, Pentecostals, and so on, calling them names, daring them to come out and fight.
In this leaflet, Jesus Christ was referred to as a dead Jew on a stick and described as having a homosexual relationship with his disciples.
Mother of God!
cried Barrow in horror.
This was an official NVA thing?
It was signed by a newly commissioned N.V.A.
lieutenant named Gregory Fetterman and done on his orders and on the party dime, so yes, in that sense it was official, but needless to say it wasn't authorized by the Army Counselor Agitprop, said McGrew, who was apparently in on the disturbing news.
Lieutenant Fetterman is now volunteer Fetterman once again, and he's being transferred, no doubt to nurture a sense of grievance as to how he is being persecuted by the N.V.A.
Bible-thumpers, and eventually to make more trouble.
Hell if it is, he has a good combat record, and he's not a complete fool, apparently.
It was an excess of zeal.
He has dog-do where his brains should be, said Beryl flatly.
Oh, this is the very way for the new government to win friends and influence people, and convince poor and confused and frightened working-class white folks whose churches are their lives that we mean them no harm and that things will be better with us in charge.
And he couldn't even wait until we actually gained the Republic before he leaped into that lunatic slurry pond with both feet?
I've got some good news and some bad news, continued Morehouse.
The bad news is that the media got a hold of this fiasco.
I really, really want to hear the good news, said Barrow.
We looked out.
The commandant of the Corvallis flying column, Billy Baskin, was in town.
He took one look at that leaflet, called out his boys, and gripped everybody concerned.
First time one NVA member has been officially arrested by another.
In addition, there are several ladies and gents from the Fourth Estate sitting in custody in the newly occupied Corvallis Jail right now, and they're sweating because Billy has put out the word that if one whisper of that crap gets on the airwaves and upstages you guys at Longview, they get a bullet in the head.
He made sure the news whores made long, tearful calls to their editors and managers to drive home the point.
I don't know if it's worked.
Too soon to tell.
But if it does work, it's been a very near-run thing.
If it doesn't, Beskine will probably shoot the news whores, which will put the ones in Longview in a really favorably disposed mood to your delegation, I can tell you.
Beautiful, said Barrow, slowly shaking his head.
Just fucking beautiful!
Ready for the other shoe to drop?
asked Morehouse quietly.
It gets worse.
How can it be worse?
wondered Barrow.
We now have an official Christian Fundamentalist faction within the party, and they are demanding a seat at the negotiating table in Longview, Morehouse told them.
Apparently, Reverend McCausland here isn't good enough for them.
That's worse, agreed Barrow.
May I ask just who it is who takes such an uncharitable view of my ministry?
inquired McCausland politely.
Morehouse pulled a paper out of the stack on the clipboard and handed it to Barrow.
They call themselves the Fifth Monarchy Tendency.
You see, since we're a unitary political movement, we can't have separate parties.
There's only one party, of course.
We just have so-called tendencies within that party, which is another word for factions and clicks and clacks and all the other tag-ends of democratic chaos.
These guys actually showed a little finesse, unlike Comrade Fetterman and his dopey leaflets falling from the sky.
They claim, with a certain logic, That the best way to counter the threat of pro-Zionist evangelical militias and resistance to the New Republic is to out-Christian and out-Scripture them.
Now, this is their position paper.
They're demanding that it be one of our featured presentations at the conference, and they want one of their people assigned to the delegation at the last minute.
He's standing by in town now and waiting for a call, one Reverend Gareth Burns.
Interestingly, he's never been an NVA or party member, although he did some pretty valuable sport work up in B.C. Captain Chenow may know him.
Never been a volunteer, and yet he wants in on the kill and the cut, snorted Morgan.
He's got some damn nerve.
Third section is running a full profile on him now, reported McGrew, but apparently his bona fides are good.
He's done prison time under Canada's hate law for preaching racial separation.
You gotta respect anybody who made it alive out of Kingston.
And understand if he's maybe a little funny in the head.
That place is supposed to be worse than Florence or Auburn or the women's camp at Pullman.
Fifth Monarchy, mused Barrow, glancing at the document in front of him.
Where have I heard that before?
I know them, said McCausland.
They're an interesting blast from the past, actually, if you're into obscure religious movements.
That was the name of the most extreme of the Puritans who fought under Oliver Cromwell.
And that's about where they are, too, theologically speaking.
Back in the 17th century.
They don't consider Christian identity to be true Christians, but a mere fly-by-night modern fad from the 19th century.
John Calvin was wishy-washy, John Knox is more to their taste, and to them the last great mind in theology was Cotton Mather.
The passengers on the Mayflower would have hailed them in fellowship.
So I see, said Barrow.
According to this, that's about how far we're going back in time.
The Northwest homeland is to be a Christian state, and the Bible is to be the basis of the new society.
Every law that is passed has to have a scriptural site, chapter and verse.
The new youth must not be raised in frivolity, whatever that is.
Oh, and we're to have a king.
Well, I could go for that, so long as I get to be king, said Robert Gehrer.
No, actually, we're to be ruled by King Jesus, according to this.
Oh, I can just see it all now.
We get up at the press conference this afternoon and tell everyone, ladies and gentlemen, please set your watches back 300 years.
Dear God in heaven, no pun intended, we are on the verge of securing the existence of our people and the future for white children, and these blubber-brained jackasses want to sit there and tell Howard Weintraub and Walter Stanhope all about frivolous youth and King Jesus?
What do you want us to do, Frank?
asked Morehouse.
First off, call Reverend Burns and tell him to stay the hell away from this airport, because if I see him, I will probably strangle him with my bare hands, said Barrow.
He handed the paper back to Morehouse.
Secondly, tell these people that they can take this nonsense and shove it up their asses, and I see no need for any diplomatic rewording.
Political Bureauville, said Stepanov.
Red, will the Army Council and the Political Bureau be able to keep these yammerheads out of the media and out of our hair at the conference?
How much support do you think they're going to get from the rank and file?
I can tell you how much resistance they're going to get from the rank and file, said Captain Gare with a scowl.
Yeah, and that terrifies me.
Red, we must not have any kind of conflict.
Breaking out between party factions while these negotiations are going on, pleaded Barrow.
Please, please tell these assholes like Burns and Fetterman whatever you have to, lock their asses away if you have to, but in the name of all that is holy, make them shut up!
Carter asked Fred.
You know, I mean no offense to your own faith, but can you give me some idea of how much support this faction is likely to get within the party in the NVA?
Wingfield sighed.
I don't know, and I don't think that's how the question needs to be phrased.
Let's see if we can avoid the whole concept of factionalism.
Anybody who knows me knows that I was saved long ago by a good preacher and a good woman.
You also know that I had a daughter killed a while back, and a son-in-law I long ago came to regard as my own blood, who was lucky to make it out of Auburn.
I want this new country more than I can say, and I want it to be a righteous land that walks in God's ways.
But this, he gestured toward the Fifth Monarchy document, this isn't the way to go about it.
Look, let me talk to these people.
I speak the language, so to speak.
Thank you, Carter, said Morehouse with audible relief in his voice.
Barrow turned to them all.
And now I suppose I have to do something I was hoping to avoid.
I have to ask you guys, point blank, am I going to have to fight against this crap as well as the Federals when we get down to Longview?
I mean, we know that the Americans are attempting to use religion to divide and conquer here.
Have they succeeded?
Have they penetrated this very delegation with this religious horseshit?
Are you guys going to fall out and start going at one another with Bibles and hammers right in front of the media and hollering about who's a dead Jew on a stick?
I can't call off the conference, but I'd like to know.
I'd also like to know why, in the name of all sanity, you people, both groups of you, cannot lay this aside for the common good of our people.
Why, in the name of God or gods or the great pumpkin, am I even having to waste time on this?
On today, of all days, one hour before we confront the enemy of all mankind and try to save our people from extinction.
What the fuck is wrong with you, Barrow raved?
The ship is burning and sinking with our entire race on it, and you won't let us in the lifeboat until we decide how many angels can dance on the head of a pin?
Damn you!
All Southerners ain't necessarily got religion, said Morgan bleakly.
What I want to know is where was God when the FBI butchered my wife in the King County Jail?
Never mind.
This stuff these Fifth Monarchy Hoosets are doing is stupid and verges on goddamn treason, and that damn fool down in Corvallis needs to be dropped out of his own airplane.
I am National Socialist, said Stepanov with a shrug.
I have no opinion.
All right, that leaves you two, said Barrow, looking at McCausland and Robert Gare.
Our movement has been avoiding this issue for fifty years, sir, explained Gare patiently.
Always we get told, not now, not now, later, later, later.
We've been patient, but exactly when is later?
When do we talk about this and make a collective decision for our race to make a new departure?
I'm sorry, but to some of us, to a lot of us, a new spiritual path for the white man is important, damned important.
I have never understood how we are supposed to fight a deadly dangerous enemy who threatens our very being while at the same time worshipping that enemy as a god.
We all know how Christianity has been used against our race as a weapon of corruption and genocide, and Colonel McGrew's daily intelligence briefings are full of incidents where these Bible-thumping dumbasses are being incited by their preachers to attack us on the ground because they think Jews are some kind of divine messengers or whatever.
Captain Cheneau is right on with what she said in there in the briefing yesterday.
We can't just fight with guns anymore.
We have to fight with ideas.
And it's more crucial now than ever before that we take on the most poisonous and dangerous ideological weapon in the enemy's arsenal, and that's Christianity.
Reverend McCausland spoke up in exasperation.
And why exactly do you self-proclaimed pagans and atheists persistently refuse to recognize the Patently obvious truth, which is that the so-called Christianity taught by these greasy, thieving televangelists for the past 50 years is not Christianity at all.
What part of it isn't simply a money swindle is Zionism wrapped in a quasi-scriptural disguise that's as phony as a $3 bill.
These damn TV preachers, with their private Learjets and their $2,000 suits and their so-called prosperity theology, are nothing but conmen working for the Jews.
They're part of the overall Zionist agenda to co-opt and destroy Western civilization just as much as the Federal Reserve and the United Nations and the Patriot Act ever were.
Okay, fine.
No argument.
Let's string them all up.
I'll pull on the rope myself.
But anyone with the slightest knowledge of history can tell you that this so-called Christianity practiced by the major denominations for the past century is a vile mutation, an abomination that has no more to do with the original faith than it does with time travel.
And may I ask, Captain, how many times in the past five years has your life been saved by Christian comrades in the Northwest Volunteer Army?
How many Christian families have sheltered you when you were on the run?
How many Christians have been tortured in the fat poe barracks in the federal prisons, sometimes beyond all human comprehension like that poor woman Kathy Frost?
Many, said Gare.
No argument there at all from me, sir.
Look, nobody I know, nobody sane anyway, wants to ban Christianity or persecute you.
Fetterman and his kind are kooks.
It's rather the reverse we're worried about.
You see what these fifth monarchy people are trying to do already?
Turn the republic into a theocracy?
Yes, I am familiar with the history of Europe under Christianity, and a lot of good came from it.
I'll give you that, hands down.
But you can't be trusted with state power.
Because it's also a historical fact that every time you wind up in a position of power, you start burning people at the stake.
I don't want to take your faith away from you, but I damn sure am not going to tolerate any attempt by a bunch of ignorant, tub-thumping boneheads to take my faith away from me.
Barrow waved his hands helplessly in the air.
Gentlemen, you do understand, don't you, that if any discussion like this occurs at the Longview Conference within range of the Federal listening devices and they pick up on it, we might as well pack the whole thing in and come back empty-handed.
If we can't present a united front, they're going to eat us alive.
Captain Gare, you ask when will be the time to discuss all this fascinating and vitally important stuff?
I can't tell you.
I don't know.
I can only tell you one thing.
It is not.
Now, he concluded, slamming his fist on the airport manager's desk for emphasis.
I think, General, that it would be of some help if we knew exactly where you stand on the religious issue, said Reverend McCausland.
I'm sorry, sir, but I have to agree with Captain Gare about one thing.
The undeniable fact is that it is important to many of the people who have laid their lives on the line for the cause of this new country And it simply cannot be dodged forever in the name of temporary expediency.
When does that temporary expediency end?
You say, not now.
But it seems to be stretching out for a very long time.
Don't worry, I'm not one of these fanatics who thinks that it would be better to remain in Babylon rather than to leave it under a cloud of doctrinal impurity.
That's just dumb.
But if I'm going to go in there today and negotiate a country away from these Jews and their pet swine, Then I want to know what kind of a country it will be.
Now, God forbid I should compare myself with a scriptural prophet, but am I leading my people into the promised land, or is it going to be forty years in the wilderness?
You mean you didn't catch the golden calf provision in the draft treaty?
Needled Gare.
Barrow clenched his fists together and did his best to avoid cursing, shouting, and turning over the desk in his rage.
Very well.
I'm going to say some things now which I most likely shouldn't say, he said evenly.
It's not my desire or my intention to offend any of you comrades, but I can't overemphasize how important it is that we get this settled before we go in there into the presence of the enemy so that we can present a united front and win our homeland.
I am familiar with history, and I have the greatest personal respect for the good aspects of Christianity.
Even if this weren't the major issue it's becoming, I would never dream of offending any of our Christian comrades or calling Jesus a dead Jew on a stick.
That kind of behavior is childish and stupid and rude, and there's no excuse for it no matter what one's personal beliefs on the subject.
As to my own views, of course there's a God.
All you need to do is look at the way the human body works, or the way the ecological systems of the earth balance, or the structure of a snowflake or a leaf to know that there is intelligent design in the universe.
What God is like, I do not pretend to know, and I frankly believe that for human beings he is unknowable in any real sense, no more than an amoeba can comprehend a galaxy.
I do believe that we can discern his intent sometimes if we look hard enough.
And that he does occasionally manifest himself in human affairs in the person of certain very extraordinary men of the degree of Marcus Aurelius or William Shakespeare or Adolf Hitler.
But this has nothing to do with securing the existence of our people in a future for white children, at least not in the immediate sense.
So I repeat, not now!
All this having been said, I believe that it is possible and maybe even desirable That many years from now, once we've obtained state power and created an all-white society and done the thousand and one things that are necessary for us to do in order to ensure our racial survival, we might want to address this.
Once we have our own stable and prosperous all-white nation, and we can allocate the time on the racial agenda for this issue, And we can debate it in an atmosphere of calm and security, then perhaps we should agree to all sit down and examine the role of religion in our people's lives as it pertains to the coming centuries, in the light of scientific knowledge and the expanded consciousness which we now have.
I do not believe that it is blasphemy to try and perceive God through reason and not just through faith or holy texts.
My personal guess would be that when the time comes, we will most likely come to a consensus among ourselves that while the Christian faith is a glorious and indelible part of our past, it's something we've outgrown as a child outgrows his clothes, and it's time for us to move on.
But that is not our concern here today.
We are simply too busy to fuck with this mare's nest right now.
The only way that we can or should ever attempt something like that is as mature adults in a nation of our own where we hold state power.
We cannot, dare not, must not ignore all the urgent and life-threatening immediate things that we have to do in order to stop and have a religious debate.
Once again, comrades, I must ask you to lay this aside for the greater good.
Barrow sighed and spread his hands.
And that's about the only thing I can say to you without breaking down and shouting myself.
The whole issue is basically insoluble, but since we're all going to die, we're all going to find out what, if anything, happens after death.
Why exactly do we have to sit down and figure this out now with our debut as a nation onto the world stage 45 minutes away?
You've been a bit more long-winded than you think, Frank, said Morehouse.
Our nation's debut onto the world stage is now only about half an hour away.
There was a knock on the door of the office and a young man in uniform stuck his head inside.
Sirs, Captain Chernalov says we need to start boarding now.
Barrow stood up.
Later, gentlemen, he said.
Much later.
Now we've got a job to do.
Let's go do it.
They all stood up and filed out the door.
Barrow hung back, his hand on McGrew's arm, and they walked out of the office and across the tarmac together.
The delegates were loading the luggage onto the helicopter through the rear door that descended down into a ramp.
I believe you've got a name for me, Colonel?
This week's episode of Radio Free Northwest is dated Thursday, April the 19th.
That means it's the closest episode to what will be tomorrow, Friday, April the 20th, which will be the 129th birthday of the Fuhrer Adolf Hitler.
A lot of people ask me, knowing my own National Socialist beliefs, why it is that every year I don't make a lot bigger deal of the Fuhrer's birthday than I usually do.
There are a number of reasons for that.
For one thing, the Northwest imperative is what the left likes to call an intersectional movement, what some people call a broad tent.
It's true that I am a National Socialist and many of us involved with NFR National Socialists.
But we've got others, Christian identity, sovereign citizens, Second Amendment people, pagans, you name it.
And in that sense, the party and the Northwest Independence Movement is and must continue to be a broad tent.
But secondly, the simple fact is that, in my opinion, we today are simply not living up to the ideals and the spirit of Adolf Hitler and National Socialist Germany.
I don't like concentrating too much on the Third Reich because in my mind there's too stark a contrast between the glory of almost a century ago and what's going on today, which is basically a bunch of guys, many of whom live in basements and deliver pizzas, talking to each other on electronic devices and playing games on computers.
I'm afraid if I concentrate too much on the past, I might be compelled to take a much more dim view of the present than I do now, and as some of you can attest, my opinion of the present isn't too hot as it is.
But that doesn't mean that I don't want to periodically honor the Third Reich and, of course, the Fuhrer Adolf Hitler, but above all, the German people who fought the Alamo of the white race.
And whose incredible suffering and sacrifice, I believe, deserves to be commemorated at least once a year and all year round in our hearts.
This is a song from the Napoleonic Wars.
It's called Ichatan Kameraden, and it has traditionally been sung at the funerals and at memorials for all of the countless millions of German soldiers who have given their lives over the past 200 years.
In order to keep their fatherland and all of Europe free.
This is played especially in memory of those who died during the First and Second World Wars.
Those two horrible, needless slaughters that have had such tragic consequences down even to the present day.
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CHOIR SINGS
Tonight I'd like to talk about Ending White Slavery by Matt Hale.
Now, this is a commentary on the mental state of white Americans, and by extension, whites globally.
The Civil Rights Movement in the 1960s served as a campaign to convince Westerners, really throughout the world, that various colored groups Negroes and others in the West had rights that were denied them, and this movement gained a lot of traction and garnered a lot of sympathy because it tended to use nonviolent tactics.
Now, the author contends that this was mostly because the community at that time, at any rate, had no way to use force effectively.
And the author actually takes a dim view as to whether that'll always be the case.
But at any rate, over time, these charges of racism that were also augmented by accounts of the Holocaust serve to convince whites that any discussion of white interests is literally indecent.
And when social reforms were considered, they were always considered in terms of appeasement.
And then when these reforms were revisited, it was always to ask if the reforms were enough.
Now, they're rarely enough, so further reforms are always suggested.
These days, even praise might be taken the wrong way if the wording is incorrect.
Also, another factor only lightly touched upon in this book...
But still a factor.
You know, there was a time when if you were interested in other cultures, you were considered open-minded, and that was considered a virtue.
Nowadays, if you take too much interest in other cultures, you might be considered that you're appropriating.
So it's really sometimes you just can't win.
At any rate...
This author is looking at this altruism, this self-deferment, and this fear of self-awareness and lack of genuine honesty.
And, of course, needless to say, he's very upset about that.
This, again, is mostly geared towards Americans.
Hale talks about how many Americans are very sentimental about notions of the Founding Fathers and the Constitution.
But this author wants to stress the fact that the Constitution is about states working for you, not you working for states.
The author claims that the Founding Fathers would not love a state so much that they would allow it to be the undoing of everything.
Now, the author is careful to define various terms that are often very confused.
Countries are lands, nations are ethnic groups, and states are political entities.
So states ought to serve nations, and countries, of course, are locations in which nations and states make their home.
States can differ, and it's very possible that there may be, at the end of the day, more than one white state.
But white states ought to take care of the needs of whites.
Now this author is against having a lot of different political parties.
He would prefer just one political party per state.
Now the author is also very interested in such states concentrating their resources and not squandering them, other ethnic and racial groups.
Also, too, the author is looking at the world today, and he's really seeing a world that's very focused on money.
There are many individuals these days, professional individuals, who simply have to move wherever the work is.
These days you have many families that are routinely expected to pull up stakes and move wherever simply for financial reasons.
Also too, whether we like it or not, two incomes are often necessary in today's economy.
Now this can be of course very challenging to family life.
The author, perhaps something of an idealist in this, but it's very easy to sympathize with this idealism.
He would like to see states in which money is not such a problem.
And he says that this type of state is really a secret desire.
And he talks about South Americans trying to come to America, for example.
Is it that they speak Spanish?
If so, would we really feel the same about Polish speakers, for example?
Would we really have the same response?
The author claims that Many whites are fed up, but they won't admit to the actual reasons for this.
And talks about how so many whites today, they could really get an Academy Award for what this author claims is acting.
Acting as if they're happy to see mixed children, for example, going on about how cute they are, which many white people tend to do.
This author makes an appeal to notions of patriotism.
Today, one almost has to admit that the only really acceptable patriotism is American.
Other militaries around the world might assist America, but these days the only really acceptable patriotism to have is American patriotism.
The author...
Does make the argument, and it's still a good argument, that we tend to celebrate patriots when they're loyal to some political lines on a map, but white patriots are assumed to be the very worst.
The author questions why we would want to anchor ourselves to something as shifting and changeable as political lines on a map.
The author also talks about Two things that some people consider very sacred, and one of them is a notion of American history, which has become very distorted over time.
Talking about America as a land of immigrants doesn't necessarily mean that every immigrant in the world, for example, should...
move to America.
Also, the author talks about notions that people have of the Bible.
Now, the truth is that the Bible is a series of separate books that were written in somewhat different historical periods by various authors for various reasons.
So you could pretty much justify anything with the Bible.
You could pretty much argue against anything with the Bible.
But oftentimes, individuals are not somewhat concerned with the actual biblical text, but they're concerned about what they
And today, many people believe that racism is And so, when you talk about these things and you argue these points, talking too much about, you know, sometimes arguments for Americanism and sometimes arguments for the Bible can be a tough sell because people may be mired in certain pre-existing beliefs about those things,
regardless of what those things really are.
At the end of the day, this author really wants to drive home the point that no matter what you believe about anything, freedom is when you consider, first and foremost, your own best interest, regardless of how someone else may feel about it, regardless of maybe historical events, whatever they may have been or may not have been.
And this is a very eloquent essay, and it's clear that the author is also very much influenced by Nietzsche to an extent that I've never read in any author.
He's very much made use of that writing style.
Now, this book is genuinely a page-turner.
There's a flow.
This is a very, in a sense, I think it's a very groundbreaking book.
Some aspects of this are going to be just slightly dated because there are some references to the Obama administration, but really this is a timeless book.
So I thank you very much for listening.
Have a good evening, and hail victory, comrades.
We're about to die.
18 wheels are roving.
Are we going to do what they say can't be done?
We've got a long way to go, and it's short time to get there.
I'm westbound just like a bandit run.
If you come hard on the pelts, some will remind you freaks.
Let it all hang out, cause we gotta run to base.
I'm burning for the boys.
Greetings, comrades.
This is the trucker coming at you from Bells Falls, Idaho.
On my way from Wisconsin over to Portland, Oregon area for delivery.
And it's the 11th of April.
Hit a few snow flurries, rain-snow mix, nothing to go in.
Shut down the roads or worry about slipping and sliding and stuff, but I guess that was coming in behind me.
So winter's kind of hanging on up here in the northern tier over there in the Glendive area, if you're coming across that way.
A few days earlier, they'd gone and got a little dropping of snow and stuff, and it melted off by the time I got there.
There's a shout-out to a, shall I say, military migrant that passed me pulling a U-Haul trailer with Georgia plates on it.
I'm assuming they were headed either to the Air Force Base there in Spokane or McCord over there in the Fort Lewis area.
I mean, Tacoma area and stuff.
But, yeah, I saw a few moving trucks and vehicles pulling trailers and stuff headed westward.
I don't know if you're with movement or just organic migrants, but good on you.
Hope you enjoy the area.
For those of you that are actually going to be making the move, if you go into your app store, whether you're using Android or...
I-thing, iPhone, whatever they call their store there.
The Pilot Flying J loves and the TA.
I'm not sure if there's any other.
Truck stop ones that have apps.
Those are the only ones that I make use of.
Anyway, they post fuel prices up there.
So you go on, no matter where you're at, hey, why not use the technology?
And you can check the fuel prices across the country so you know how many shekels to have with you to go and purchase the fuel you need to get out here.
So that's just my two cents worth from the road this morning.
Or this evening, or whenever you happen to be listening to this.
Had a little problem with trying to send my last few segments in.
I guess Gmail has changed my settings, so I've got to go and keep it a little bit shorter.
So, I guess those past few that I tried to send in were too long, and they kicked them back.
So, you're going to be getting shorter segments from me, but hopefully Mr. Covington can go and merge them together and throw them up whenever he feels the need.
So, alright, well, this is the trucker coming at you from the Oregon, excuse me, Idaho-Washington border currently, sitting almost on the state line, heading westward.
Alright, comrades, have a good one.
Hope to see you out there on the road, making your scouting trips and your migration soon.
Greetings, comrades.
Trucker, coming at you from out here on the road.
Lately, I've seen a lot of stuff in the news about how bad our guns are.
And, like, over there in very old England, which I've never been to, they're now wanting to, at least over there in London, ban knives.
Spin your knife.
No one has the right or the need to carry a knife out in public.
Ha ha, okay, fine.
On that, I call bullshit.
On a daily basis, I've got at least one knife and two other blades, I guess you could say them.
They are Gerber tool.
It's got knife blades in them.
So, hey, as far as I'm concerned, those, my pocket knife and my Gerber tool, hey, they're tools, not weapons.
And, yes, I do carry at least one gun on me at all times, whether out in public or just at home.
For those of you that think I'm paranoid about that, hey, you never know when them Moncoids are going to come kicking in your door to go and collect your stuff that you worked hard for that they feel they have the right to reappropriate, shall we say.
So, I mean, even if I'm in the shower or on the porcelain throne, I've got a gun with me.
You can call that paranoid if you want, but hey, that's the way I live my life nowadays because of the way things are going.
I go out to the hot tub.
Got one with me there, too.
I'm laying here in bed.
There's one under my pillow.
And there's a couple more nearby.
Won't say how many, but there's more than one.
And they may be short, or they may be long.
But they're here, they're with me, and...
Ready to go.
Well, not necessarily the long ones at the moment, but it won't take me very long to go and put them together if I feel the need to make use of them, but they're with me.
And so that's just kind of a warning to any thuggy types that want to go and make truckers a target.
I know of numerous truckers that carry firearms with them, and if you're crossing international lines, well, I'm sorry to say that they're not packing, so I guess they can go and feel the need to harass truckers, international truckers.
But those of us that are here in the States that don't cross international lines, well, you're never going to know whether or not there's a firearm in the truck or not.
So choose wisely on the truckers that you deem a decent target because you may be right or you may be wrong.
But you never know about the U.S. trucker, whether or not there's one in the truck or not.
Okay, well, this is the Trucker, coming at you from Idaho, on my way to Portland, Oregon area for delivery.
Well, hope to see you out here on the road soon, making your scouting trips and your migrations.
This is the Trucker, signing off from another Segments from the Road.
Greetings, comrades.
This is the trucker coming at you from Arkansas.
It's the end of March.
The weather's getting nicer.
It's getting into migration season.
Yeah, it's the trucker.
He's talking about the damn migration again.
Making your scouting trip.
Oh, God, there he goes again.
Yeah, well, I'm gonna keep at it.
Eventually, some of you may listen.
Most of you probably won't.
But, hey, what can I say?
Somebody's gotta go and keep on your ass about it.
I know, some of you will probably go, well, it's time to go and skip over this section of the podcast and get on to somebody else we do care about listening to.
Well, for those of you that are gonna skip over, well, go for the gusto, but...
What can I say?
I'm going to say it again.
Yep, the roadblocks are not up yet.
There's no barbed wire.
There's no armed guards.
Well, except for the Mexican border and the Canadian border.
But anyway, you're still free to go and escape those paradises like California and New Jersey and up there in New England and Illinois.
Yeah, I just went through there a couple days ago.
There's no armed guards out there.
The primates haven't gone nuts and started, well, they're still going and shooting people and breaking into houses there and all that, but hey, that's Chicago.
And if you live there and you don't like what I'm saying, well, the truth hurts, don't it?
It's the beginning of, by the time you hear this anyway, it'll be into April or later, which whenever Mr. Covington feels like fielding this into the podcast, my April donation has already been made, so I don't have to go and worry about doing another donation until later on in April, beginning of May.
But anyway, so it's just amazing to me that all these Tide Pod eating little...
Juveniles can manage to, in just a little over a month, get organized and have a nationwide, oh, excuse me, it was a worldwide March for Our Lives and have a few hundred thousand at least kids in the mall in Washington, D.C., but the majority, from what I understand, the majority of the people there were like in their 40s and 50s.
Very few kids there.
I guess the majority of kids that did not skip school, from what I heard, it was a small percentage of them that actually did, but hey, they can go and rally for something like that, because a kid that got bullied down there in Parkland, Florida, decided to fight back against the bullies and started shooting up a school and offing kids.
Yeah, that's a horrible little situation there, but for that crisis actor David Hogg, well, your day will be coming.
I've heard all kinds of different stories about him, that he's already graduated from high school out in California, and that he's a crisis actor, CNN-type little cretin that is really reveling in his excessive 15 minutes of fame.
But anyway, like I say, it's just amazing that they can get organized so quickly.
We know that they didn't actually do that because they had help from all kinds of different groups on that, but you can go and research that on your own.
But anyway, it's just amazing that they can go and pull that one off.
But y 'all can't manage to go and get organized yourselves and make a simple scouting trip or a little bit more difficult move out here to the homeland.
Like I say, the weather is getting nicer.
The roads are getting clearer.
You just got to watch out for the spring planting, farm equipment, stuff that is moving out there.
Yeah, it's a good time of year to start going and doing that.
Like I say, my donation's already been made.
My move's already been made.
But I know most of you will just blow this off and think, well, there goes the trucker again.
But yeah, he's going to do it.
So anyway, all right, well, this is the trucker signing off from Arkansas on our way out to California.
So I might see a few of you out there on the road.
Making your scouting trip and your migration.
But most of you will just sit comfortably at home and wait for the primates to come kick in your door.
Or if the March for Our Lives gets their way, they go and confiscate all the guns.
So then you'll have the thugs coming, kicking in your door, wanting your guns.
So, well, which is it going to be?
Are you going to be alone out there in your house?
Or are you going to make a move to the homeland where hopefully we'll have increased...
Increasing support for ourselves, and maybe this actually will get underway.
But anyway, alright, this is The Trucker, signing off from Arkansas.
Have a good one, comrades.
Take it easy and hope to see you out there on the road.
Do what they say, can you know?
We've got a long way to go.
Got a short time to get there.
I'm Chris Bounders, but no band it runs.
I'm Chris Bounders, but no band it runs.
Now and then, in the past, we've had segments on this show about European immigration into North America.
I actually once did a whole short cast on that topic.
And this is one of our guys who I probably shouldn't name, just in case our unpleasant neighbors are listening.
He's working on a fiancé visa for a young lady from a European country he wants to bring over here and marry.
So, let's hear from him.
Hello, comrade.
This is my first time sending in a voice clip.
I hope that this goes well, and excuse my poor speaking skills, as I have not had to speak for quite some time, so my skill probably is not that honed.
What I wanted to talk about today was the matter of immigration.
No, not the bog-standard immigration thing we keep hearing from the Trucker and Herald about how we all need to load up our Conestoga wagons and hand carts and truck across the plains up the Oregon Trail to the Northwest, or however they're putting it nowadays.
Now, I wanted to talk about people from foreign countries making their way here.
It is easier than ever for the people that we would want to get here to get here.
Granted, it's not as easy as it was back in the Ellis Isle days, but it has gotten considerably better.
Consider the fact that the Donald Trump new immigration system plan, whatever you want to call it, is prioritizing those who speak the English language and have a skill.
Neither of those are particularly well-known features of those from south of the border.
However, it is quite well-known that Europeans pretty much all speak English and all go to college.
I myself am currently about halfway through the immigration process, and I can tell you it is mostly waiting.
It's not for myself, by the way.
It's, well, it's for someone I'm trying to get here.
Most of the process is mostly waiting.
You just have to fill out a few forms, send them off with some money, and wait.
Then it's all downhill from there.
You wait and wait and wait.
It's about six months.
Then they will get in contact with the person you're trying to help get here.
They will go down to an embassy to make sure that they are who they say they are and that you actually do know each other.
Then they're on their way here.
Well, first they send you a little packet that says that they're allowed to come here, which you have to ship back to them.
Then they can come here.
It's not nearly as bad as people would like to make it sound.
Remember, all those people from the Third World managed to get here, so what is your excuse for still being in Europe?
Well, I don't think that that's quite all I wanted to say, but that's all I can think of right now.
I hope that I can be a semi-regular contribution to the show, and I'll probably script out what I'm going to say in the future.
Thank you for your time, and hail victory, comrades.
I'll see you later.
And another thing, not to put too much stress on the old man, but I hope he'll edit out that false ending that I put in there before I remembered what I was going to say.
I was listening to a YouTuber where he was talking about how the immigration plan is going to postpone whites becoming a minority in this country by about five years.
He made it sound like it was a bad thing, but he was talking about the article itself being a bad thing, which, well, of course it was.
But the content of the article was a good thing, especially for us.
We've got at least another five years, that's a whole presidential term, to get things all straightened out and set right.
Thank you for your time.
I'll see you, comrades, later, and hail victory.
Almost 15 years ago, I began a series of emailed articles called the Weird Aryan History Series, which some of you will be familiar with.
This is the 56th and last article in that series, and it is entitled The Immortal Trooper.
Horst Ludwig Wessel was a National Socialist hero during the Kampfzeit, the time of struggle, from 1919 until the day of the German Revolution, on January 30, 1933.
He was the author of the lyrics to the song Die Fahnehock, which means Raise the Banner, usually known as the Horst Wessel lead, or Horst Wessel song, which became the Nazi Party anthem.
And which was also part of Germany's dual national anthem from 1933 until 1945, along with Deutschland über alles.
Wessel was born on September 9, 1907, in Bielefeld in Westfalia, the son of a Lutheran pastor, Dr. Ludwig Wessel, who from 1913 until his death in 1923 was the minister at the Nikolai Kirsch, one of Berlin's oldest churches.
His mother also came from a family of Lutheran pastors.
Although he was later portrayed by hostile liberal and Jewish sources as an illiterate thug, Wessel had a good education and was of at least average intelligence.
He attended the Volksschule des Kunischen Gymnasiums, which means a primary school, from 1914 until 1922, and the Gymnasium, which is a secondary school in Königstadt, from 1922 on.
For his final year of school, he attended the Luschenstadt Gymnasium, where he sat and passed his Abitur, which is the German school leaving examination.
In April 1926, he enrolled in the law faculty of Friedrich Wilhelm University, which is now Humboldt University, in Unter den Linden, and appears to have been a satisfactory student until he decided to devote all his time to the Nazi movement.
Wessel was politically active from an early age.
His father was a supporter of the conservative German National People's Party, or DNVP, and when he was 15, Wessel joined the DNVP youth group, the Bismarckjugend.
He soon became a local leader, engaging in street battles with the youth groups of the Social Democrats and Communists.
By 1926, however, Wessel had grown too radical for the DNVP, and in December of that year, the 19-year-old youth joined the Nazi Party and its paramilitary organization, the SA, or Brownshirts.
Until this time, the Nazis had been very weak in Red Berlin, but from 1926, under the energetic leadership of the new Gauleiter, Dr. Joseph Goebbels, the Nazis rapidly displaced other parties of the right.
Wessel was one of the wave of new young recruits that Goebbels brought into the party.
Wessel soon impressed Goebbels, and in January of 1928, during the period when the Berlin city authorities had banned the SA in an effort to curb political street violence, he was sent on a study trip to Vienna to study the organizational and tactical methods of the Nazi movement there.
In May 1929, Wessel was appointed leader of SA Troop 34, based in the Friedrichshund district, where he was now living.
In October 1929, he decided to devote himself full-time to the Nazi movement and dropped out of his university studies.
In addition to his political activities, Wessel had some musical talents.
He played the Schaumai, or Schaum, which is a kind of oboe popular in Germany, and he founded an SA Schaummeincapella, or Schaumband, which was used to provide music during SA parades and meetings and to attract new followers.
In early 1929, Wessel wrote the lyrics for a new Nazi fighting song, or Kampflied, which was published for the first time in Goebbels' newspaper Der Angriff in September.
Under the title Der Unbekannte Essaman, which means The Unknown Essay Man.
This was the song later known as Die Fahnerhoek from its opening line, or as the Horst Wessel song.
It was later claimed by the Nazis that he also wrote the music, but in fact the tune was taken from a World War I German Navy song, and it's probably originally a folk tune.
In September 1929, Wessel met an 18-year-old woman named Erne Janneke.
The usual litany of hostile sources have claimed that Erna was a prostitute, but no one has ever produced any actual proof of this allegation.
Shortly afterward, he moved in with her at her apartment.
This may have contributed to the later slanders against Erna's character, since in those days cohabitation was still considered highly immoral.
The landlady was one Frau Salm, whose late husband, unknown to Vessel, had been an active communist.
Now, Frau Salm seems to have developed an active dislike for Vessel.
Exactly why she would rent to a National Socialist couple living in sin, or why they would rent from a Communist-connected landlady was never clarified, but that appears to have been the situation.
On the evening of January 14, 1930, Vessel answered a knock on his door, and he was shot in the face by an assailant who then fled the scene.
He was gravely wounded and lingered in hospital until he died on the 23rd of February.
His assassin was Albrecht Ali Hüller, an active member of the local Communist Party or KPD branch.
The KPD denied any knowledge of the attack, but then they would, wouldn't they, and said it resulted from a dispute over money between Vessel and his landlady.
It's possible that the shooting was revenge by local communists for Vessel's alleged role in the murder by local Nazis of a 17-year-old communist, Camilo Ross, earlier in the day.
Later romantic embellishment claimed that Hüller was a former lover of Erna Janneke, and the handsome young stormtrooper had stolen his girl.
At this distance in time, it seems impossible to establish the exact details of what happened.
Vessel was buried on March 1st in the graveyard of the Nikolai Kersha, his father's old church.
It was reported that 30,000 people lined the streets to see the funeral procession.
Goebbels delivered the eulogy in the presence of Hermann Goering and Prince August Wilhelm of Prussia, son of the former Emperor Wilhelm II, who had joined the SA.
When the Nazis came to power in 1933, an elaborate memorial was erected over the grave, and it became the site of annual pilgrimages by the Nazis, at which the Horst Wessel song was sung and speeches made.
With the fall of the Third Reich in 1945, the memorial was destroyed, and Wessel's remains were apparently disinterred and also destroyed.
The gravesite has recently been discovered by amateur historians.
Vessel was elevated by Goebbels' propaganda apparatus to the status of leading martyr of the Nazi movement.
Nazi propaganda glorified his life.
De Braunen, which was the essayed journal, declared, How high horse vessel towers over that Jesus of Nazareth, that Jesus who pleaded that the bitter cup be taken from him.
How unattainably high all horse vessels stand above Jesus.
Vessel was commemorated in memorials, books, and films.
Hans Heinz Ewers wrote a novelistic biography of him.
One of the first films of the Nazi era was an idealized version of his life entitled Hans Vestmar.
In 1936, the German Navy commissioned a three-masted training ship and named it the Horst Vessel.
The ship was taken as a war prize by the United States after World War II.
After repairs and modifications, it was commissioned on 15 May 1946 into the United States Coast Guard as the Eagle and is still in service.
The martyrdom of Horst Wessel led directly to the promotion of his song Die Pfannehoch as the official song of consecration, or Vigelilid, for the Nazi Party.
In 1933, it was adopted as the unofficial second part of the German national anthem.
To be played and sung immediately after the Deutschlandlied.
The song was banned, along with all other Nazi symbols, in 1945, and both the lyrics and tune remain illegal in Germany to this day.
Well, not here it ain't.
Well, not here it is.
The End
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This is Harold Covington, and I'll see you next week.
Until then, Sarsha Underban.
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