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May 3, 2018 - Radio Free Nortwest - H.A. Covington
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Oh, then tell me, Sean O 'Farrell, tell me why you hurry so.
Hush your vocal, hush and listen, and his cheeks were all aglow.
I bear orders from the captain, get you ready quick and soon, for the pikes must be together by the rising of the moon.
By the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon, for the pikes must be together by the rising of the moon.
Oh, then tell me, Sean O 'Farrell, where the gathering is to be.
In the old spot by the river, right the north to you and me.
One more roar for signal, token whistle, out the marching tune.
Warrior bike upon your shoulder by the rising of the moon.
By the rising of the moon.
By the rising of the moon.
Switch your eyes upon your shoulder by the rising of the moon.
Out from many a mud walled cabin eyes were watching through the night.
Many a man did chest was throbbing for the blessed warning light.
The farmers 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 May the 3rd, 2018.
I'm Harold Covington, and this is Radio Free Northwest.
Greetings, dudes.
As is happening more and more these days, I am a bit rushed.
I need to see if I can clear some time during the week when things are open because there's things I've got to chase and things I've got to deal with.
So, in order to speed things up on this day, Sunday the 29th of April, I'm going to not bother to write a script, which I usually do.
I'm just going to ad-lib most, if not all, of this program, and we'll see how that works out, okay?
I'm generally not that good at off-the-cuff speaking.
I go off rambling on long digressions, blah, blah, blah, but we'll see how it plays out.
Okay dudes, this week it looks like I'm going to be forcibly dragged back to a topic I've addressed in the past on numerous occasions, which is misogyny in the movement.
Last week there was what appears to have been a price tag attack of some kind in Toronto, Canada, when some guy drove a van down the sidewalk and killed ten people.
Now, no one knows exactly why this idiot did what he did.
The Mounties claim that they have no clue, for whatever that's worth.
He hasn't made any statements that have been released.
He didn't leave an online manifesto posted to Facebook or someplace like that, at least not that anyone has found, at least nothing that has been authenticated.
Now, the Guardian newspaper, among others, is leading the charge on behalf of the liberal media to class this as an act of so-called right-wing or toxic masculine terrorism.
Because they claim to have found some stuff on 4chan and Reddit that might be from this guy talking about being part of the incel movement, I-N-C-E-L.
And for those of you who don't know what incel means, I think The Guardian has correctly classified this as one of the more weird and bizarre things that's sprung out of the alt-right.
It means involuntary celibate.
And it's very much part of MGTOW and the Manosphere and that kind of stuff.
You see, one of the promises that politically correct society makes, both implicitly and explicitly, to young white males as they're growing up, going through junior high, high school, college, they get this conveyed to them through the media, through the entertainment industry, etc.
Anyway, one of the rewards that being a good white boy is supposed to get you in this society, a reward for conformity to politically correct norms, so to speak, Is that you're supposed to be having all kinds of sex with hot, height-weight proportional white girls.
This started out in the old things like Porky's movies and, well, it's been around in the teenage culture for a long time.
And then, of course, you get the latest various things on TV.
Like a few weeks ago, I saw a movie I'd heard about called American Pie, and that basically lays out the whole thing for you.
That, you know, young white men are supposed to be going through all these sexual rites of passages with hot-looking white girls.
And, of course, if you're not, if you're not jumping into a different bed every night and maybe getting all kinds of sexually transmitted diseases, and if you're not in a relationship and you can't find any white girls who are interested, well, obviously it must be your fault, of course.
That makes you a loser.
And, of course, the one thing in American society that you mustn't be is a loser.
And anyway, at some point in their late 20s, a lot of young white men find themselves either in mom's basement delivering pizzas at night, or they find themselves stuck in a cubicle, probably doing some IT-related job or something technical, something that involves things like math and linear thinking and so forth and so on.
Anyway, at some point in their late 20s or early 30s, these young white boys who have been conforming and towing the line for some time, Doing what they were supposed to finally get it, that America has nothing for them, that it's all been a lie, and among other things, they're not going to be getting all these hot height-weight proportional white women that they've been promised by American society as a reward for their conformity.
They've given the conformity, and America, Obama's America, has just said, screw you.
And let's face it, it still is pretty much Obama's America.
And they react with anger, with rage, with bitterness, all of which is completely justified because they've been lied to all their lives by America.
America has screwed them.
They get the idea that America owes them, which to some extent is correct.
America does owe them for lying to them all their lives.
Now, they're totally morally right in their rage against the system, in their rage against white women for basically being such dumb bimbos and bitches and allowing themselves to be fooled by the system.
Yeah, they're morally in the right, and with that and $1.59, you can buy a cup of watery coffee at McDonald's.
Anyway, these guys finally understand that nothing is going to change, that America has nothing for them, that they are probably going to go for the rest of their lives without ever having a serious relationship with a serious white female.
In many cases, my own youth being a good example, they may have tried to have relationships with some of these women, and the trouble is they all turned out to be crazy as bedbugs.
Because white women, of course, are just as damaged, if not more, by this system of political correctness than white men are.
Anyway, the left-wing media is right.
This does produce a kind of toxic rage among young white men, morally justified or not, and sometimes it does lead to them acting out in acts of misogyny, which is wrong.
Look, guys, we're trying to preserve our race in existence.
That can't happen if no white infants are born, and that in turn can't happen unless the necessary preliminaries take place, which means you can't really spend the rest of your lives attacking and abusing and insulting and pushing women away, or in even more extreme cases, running them down with vans on the streets of Toronto.
You know, it's kind of hard for a woman to become the mother of your children if you run her down with a van.
And of course, I think all of this is probably planned in the long run by the system.
Anything that prevents white infants from being born is something that the politically correct system, Team Soros, is going to encourage.
What this is, according to them, is this big internet collection of all these little geeky guys who are living in mom's basement and delivering pizzas, or IT guys who are being squeezed out at work, and so forth and so on, who apparently have trouble getting dates and trouble getting female companionship, and they haven't accepted what they're being told by politically correct society, which is when you can't get white female companionship, you're supposed to become a queer and fuck other men in the ass.
Either that or go black and get some big fat sloppy Aunt Jemima girlfriend, whatever.
Anyway, these guys apparently still want actual women of their own race, which is, of course, evil, wicked racism, etc.
And they're having trouble getting that type of relationship, that type of companionship.
And they've gotten all bitter and disillusioned.
And they're lashing out at all women in general.
And that's kind of the story on white misogyny these days.
It has unfortunately become attached to the racial nationalist cause, partly because it comes, I think, from some of the same root causes that actual white racial awareness does.
It's a product of the same politically correct society, and also because, of course, the media has decided that that's the way it's going to be.
This incel thing sounds to me, frankly, like mostly a media invention, but then again, just because something is a media invention doesn't mean it can't cause us a hell of a lot of trouble.
The media have gotten one thing right, and that is that we are now in the post-factual era.
The only thing that counts nowadays is the narrative and which side of the blue-red tribal divide it comes down on.
So, these things do affect us, even though they don't really because we're not part of them.
We in the Northwest Front have explained to people time and time again until we are blue in the face that we are not part of the alt-right, that the vast majority of the gibberish that goes on on the internet under the name of alt-right has nothing whatsoever to do with us.
And we might as well be talking to a wall because, you see, we are still in a position where the media decides who is what and so forth and so on.
And that does not just apply to the mainstream media.
It applies to our own little internet media that we developed.
Anyway, the fact is that the mainstream media, in other words, Team Soros, is attempting...
To create this narrative whereby, in addition to being wicked and evil racist, blah blah blah, any young white male who is in any way attracted to or participates in white nationalism of any kind is not only a wicked evil racist, but he is a misogynist, he hates women.
Supposedly, he wants to keep women barefoot and pregnant and chained to the stove in the kitchen and blah, blah, blah.
And he's a drunken brute who will beat her and abuse her.
By the way, that's another little narrative that's come along.
All white male husbands and fathers are drunken abusers.
That's why they can't be allowed to discipline their children because for them to spank a child, especially a little boy, and try and teach him right from wrong is an act of abuse and assault.
And he's trying to pass on something called toxic masculinity.
That's one of the latest liberal buzzwords.
Apparently, in order to be a man in the old manner, to maintain your responsibilities, to take charge and get things done for your family, to live a life of honor and self-esteem, to create, to build, to be a leader in the community, and take on your responsibilities, that's now something called toxic masculinity.
I saw an article recently in the mainstream media about how the ideal man For the so-called progressive left, the type of man that they want us all to be and that they should be bending their efforts into making all of us white boys like is Mr. Rogers from the TV show.
No, I'm not making that up.
They literally want us all to be Mr. Rogers.
We've got this feminist generation that grew up watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer, which I have become convinced is one of the more significant of the politically correct media events of the past couple of generations.
Because basically Buffy the Vampire Slayer brought on this whole you-go-girl thing.
The idea that girls can and should be beating up men, all of whom of course are evil in some way because they're vampires or demons or whatever.
But more insidious than that, the idea that women should be in charge in every male-female relationship.
And I've noted that in the media over the past decade or so.
Like, for instance, in cop shows, now it's the woman who is always the cop with the badge and the gun, and it's always the smart-ass white guy who's the sidekick, like Castle and the mentalist and stuff.
Which, by the way, those were not too bad of a series.
They did have a strong white male character, especially the mentalist, and I am ranting and raving here.
See, I told you I was going to be ad-libbing this, so let me drag myself kicking and screaming back to the subject, which is incel, involuntary celebacy, and the whole idea of misogyny and hating white women in the movement.
I think all of you know that this is wrong.
And that somehow or other we're going to have to change this and deal with this problem.
It's one of the many issues of white character we're going to have to face.
But for this week, I think this might be a good opportunity to segue into a feature that I mentioned last week, and I actually got some pretty good response to the idea in the comments section and in private emails.
And that is a feature that I will be doing on here intermittently called The Old Ways.
I will use my vast store of largely useless historical knowledge to explain to you younger people, you millennials, exactly what the old way, the right way of doing things is.
I know that sounds patronizing.
I got some buzz on Twitter this week about, oh, Harold, your leadership sucks.
You're alienating the millennials.
You're not bending down and kissing their ass and telling them how great a generation they are, blah, blah, blah.
You're telling us millennials that we don't know shit from Shinola, and, well, thing is, mostly kids you don't.
Well, I'm going to explain to you now some of the things that my generation just absorbed naturally through contact with our elders.
I mean, one of the greatest personal influences in my own life was my grandfather, my mother's father, who I'm not going to get into a long series of literally Grandpa Simpson stories.
He was born in 1893.
When my grandfather grew up, he and his sisters, whom I also knew as my great-aunts in childhood, could go down to the courthouse square in Reedsville, North Carolina, and see the old man sitting there on the benches and the steppe, feeding the pigeons, whatever they were doing, who were missing arms and legs that had been blown off at Shiloh or Chickamauga.
So, I have actually met and talked with and was largely raised by a proper white man of the old school who, in his younger days, knew men who had fought in the Confederate Army during the war.
So, I have that kind of connect with the past.
And I think that does give me a little bit of a right to kind of shout the odds here, in addition to which, my lifelong study of history.
And I'm babbling again.
Damn, I suppose if I'm going to do this, I need to write a script.
Deal with this problem of movement misogyny yet again.
What I'll do is this week I will talk about how we dealt with the whole man-woman sexual and personal relationship thing.
How our people dealt with these issues back in the old days.
Not just the old, old days, but within my own memory.
You know, this is one thing that old people are supposed to be able to do.
We're supposed to be able to pass on to you.
Our life experience in a desperate attempt to keep you from making the same mistakes that we made, but also to pass on to you tradition and knowledge and a sense of awareness and connection with the past that if you will pay attention to it, and if you pay attention to us, will keep you on the right path.
Or, in the case of this generation today, help you return to the right path for your race and your culture and your country.
Anyway, let's see what I can come up with here.
Like I say, I'm ad-libbing here.
I hope it's making some sense.
This is the High Kings.
Thank you.
Will you go, lassie, go?
And we'll all go together Two-clock-wide mountain time All around the blooming heaven Will you go, lassie, go?
Will you go, lassie, go?
I will build my love about near yon pure crystal fountain and on it I will pipe all the flowers of the mountain will you
go, oh lassie, oh and we'll all go together to the wild mountains high all around the blooming heaven will you go, oh lassie, oh
If my true love she were gone I would surely find another Where a wild mountain plain Grows round the blooming heaven Will you roll a
sea roll And we'll all go together To pluck wild mountain dyes All the mountains All around the blooming heather, will you go, O lassie, go?
Oh, the summertime is coming, and the trees are sweetly blooming, and the wild mountain time grows around the blooming heaven.
Will your low, lassie, low?
And we'll all go together to the wild mountainside.
All around the blooming heaven, will your low, lassie, low?
All around the blooming heaven, will your low, lassie, low?
And we'll all go together to the wild mountainside.
Thank you.
you Tonight I'm going to be discussing National Socialism, 30 Fundamental Truths for the Comfort of the 21st Century.
And this is by Christoph von Kenwigsberg.
Now, this author is an uncompromising purist.
He maintains that National Socialist Revolution can only be led by Germans, who he says have a special spiritual and racial quality.
Other Aryans should work to liberate their nations, but their first loyalty should always be to Germany, which is simply the natural leader of the Aryan nations.
This author is very much a Nordicist, very unapologetic about that, and he says that the Reich will decide who to assimilate into it.
So there is going to be a day of judgment where both white and non-white nations are going to be judged.
And on that day, it's better to be a Nigerian than a white who is found wanting.
And he says those loyal to Hitler will be given all power.
As with the other book that I was recently talking about, Ending White Slavery, Also in this book, we have a notion of the state existing for the race.
Although I sometimes wonder that if the race were perfected, I wonder if there would be a necessity for the state.
But the author doesn't really take things quite that far.
He also says that there will be a supreme council, much like a holy see, who will choose the leader of the state.
But ultimately, National Socialist Society must always acknowledge Adolf Hitler as their ultimate authority.
The author talks about the possibility of rebellion against authority, but the author says that rebellion only really occurs when authority is misplaced, and this would not be the case in the situation that the author is talking about.
Very similar to Mein Kampf.
This author talks about how National Socialism is really like no other struggle.
And this is spoken of, as I said, it's spoken of in Mein Kampf as well, how Hitler tells us that there might be some Germans who would look upon the struggle of Germany, and they might look to Other nations who at that time were also struggling for more autonomy,
and they might be taken in that it's a similar struggle, but Hitler tells us it is not the same struggle, and this author, who is very orthodox, really very much concurs with this.
In this vein, this author is against notions of Eurasianism, so he's obviously taking on, needless to say, Alex Durgin in this.
The author talks about the history of the war and all the various blunders that you can see when you study the history of the Second World War.
And how this may certainly lead to criticism of Adolf Hitler, but the author states that there was a lot of sabotage from within the Reich.
There are a couple of reasons for this.
One reason was that aristocrats felt threatened.
Adolf Hitler really stressed notions of meritocracy.
Of course, racial quality, both spiritual and physical, before money.
And of course, this would be a threat to aristocrats.
Also, this author very much takes issue with Christian identity.
And he does so to such an extent that this book might easily be offensive to some.
The author claims that there were individuals within Germany who wanted to promote some form of Christianity.
And even though the author does admit that Hitler would sometimes give some lip service to Christianity, the author is firmly convinced that at the end of the day, Hitler was decidedly non-Christian.
And the author refers us to Hitler's table talks for further verification of this.
And, of course, this would be a threat to individuals who wanted to promote the Christian faith.
The author states that there is a great difference between Mussolini and Franco versus Hitler because...
Those individuals were both, in a sense, really at the end of the day, they were ordinary men, but that Hitler was an avatar.
The author really wants to criticize the current white nationalist movement and even some national socialists of the past.
And he criticizes both Rockwell and Colin Jordan because he says they did not fully recognize the supremacy of the German nation.
So this author is looking at the world today, and as I said, he's very fed up with white nationalists because, for one thing, he thinks white nationalists are much too involved with Christian identity.
And he also sees white nationalists as being too compromising on the issue of Nordicism because a lot of white nationalists want white unity and so they're willing to include everyone in this unity for practicality's sake.
And this author, who is very idealistic to the point of living in an almost fantasy world, really is upset about that.
He's also very upset about...
What he sees is the influence of Trotsky.
And interestingly, he talks about how Trotsky was very close to President Wilson.
Now, as you might recall, you might have heard this about Wilson.
Wilson really hated Germany.
And to a lesser degree, Trotsky was even being somewhat embraced by Roosevelt, apparently, according to this author.
Now, the author talks about how many ideas in the West today, especially notions of multiculturalism, really emanate from Trotsky.
But for this author, the answer to all the issues that we face, there's really no placement for National Socialism.
Not only can we not replace the ideology, but we can never replace the swastika, which has so many esoteric references.
And the author talks about its references to the sun, lightning, victory, and a notion of balance, which this author emphasizes throughout the book.
He talks about a society of balance with various parts working together for the good of the entire society.
As you might imagine, an author disencompromising states that a national socialist cannot be blasé on the topic of religion.
This author, again, is very concerned with notions of Christian identity because he thinks that Christian identitarians spend too much time talking about things like the genealogy of Jesus, for example.
And this author is really not interested in the specific genealogy of Jesus.
Instead, he's interested in a naturalistic, or I should say rather Darwinist, and rather, one might say rather, Roman notion of a religion with the state always taking precedence.
So a religion of survival, essentially.
However, this author is quick to point out that in this Reich that he envisions, church and state will be separate.
Therefore, any religious beliefs are really up to the individual.
However, this author really wants to promote a notion of circular time.
So he doesn't have this notion of linear progress, which he sees as a Jewish idea.
He really promotes this notion of a life of Nietzschean willfulness.
The author reminds the reader to always be self-critical, to ask if they are really worthy of the struggle, and if not, to make themselves so.
The author's final parting advice is that individuals should keep a low profile.
So very much like Harold, this author is opposed to notions of street walking.
The author is very much for being very covert, working perhaps either alone or with a few very trusted friends.
And the author...
Promotes really a lot of, for instance, keeping the mind focused, a lot of meditation, and a lot of emphasis on sacrificing for the cause.
Now, this author, as you can imagine, is very plain spoken.
Sometimes, if I did have any criticism of this author, I would say that he is so engaged in his own point of view that he sometimes will fall into making statements rather than arguments.
But all in all, I would say that reading this book...
We'll lead to notions of self-questioning, and you'll really start reflecting a great deal on the best way to bring our movement forward.
So I really would urge, actually, that you read this book because there's so much going on in this book.
That it's difficult for me to do justice to it in only a few minutes.
So, have a good evening.
Thank you for listening.
And hail victory, comrades.
And hail victory, comrades.
Thank you.
Good morning, comrades.
My name is Leroy, and I'm from the Great White North, specifically British Columbia.
Today I'm going to be looking for some inspiration in some weird area in history.
I'm going to tell you the story about Romulus and Remus, the founding myth of the Roman Empire.
Before Rome, there was a man named Numitor, who was king of a place called Al-Longa.
He was overthrown by a man named Amelius.
Amelius killed all of Numitor's descendants, and forced his only daughter, Rhea, to be a virgin, forever.
Rhea, however, ended up having kids anyways.
She had twins, and they were supposedly born by the god Mars.
Amelius ordered their boys to be drowned in the Tybus River, but instead they ended up floating down it, either on purpose or by mistake.
They landed near a fig tree and were found by a wolf.
It suckled them until they were found by a shepherd who raised them as his own.
Being of both royal and godly origin, they had natural leading abilities.
They gained followers by helping people out, and became popular and respected.
They came into conflict with the shepherds of Amulius.
Remus was captured and accused of being a thief.
Romulus gathered the shepherds together to liberate his brother.
Their identity was discovered, but Amulius was killed.
They returned their grandfather Numitor to the throne, visited their mother, Rhea, and head out to found their own cities.
The city that they would found would be for fugitives, slaves, the homeless, and anyone who needed a second chance.
Does that sound familiar?
They couldn't agree on where to found this new city, though, and decided to look for an omen, and when the omen arrived, they both saw different things in it and declared themselves to be the victor.
They founded different cities, and Remus came over to Romulus' city and began to mock his walls.
Remus leapt over his walls and began to kick them.
Romulus strikes him a fatal blow and declares, So perish all who attack my walls.
Now, this event was considered a historical fact rather than a work of mythological fiction.
It reaches very deep into what it means to be Roman, to defend your city and your nation.
It says to us, The reason that this is relevant to us is because, well, we have a struggle coming up, guys.
Many of us will be abandoned by family members, by friends, Anyone we held dear.
In order to defend our land and create a white homeland, we must have the emotional and mental fortitude to be able to put up with this, and find strength amongst our comrades.
We need to have the attitude that even my own brother is less important to me than a white homeland.
When someone we love begins to hate us for what we believe in, we need to be able to deal with that.
I, personally, like a lot of people probably, have friends and family members who will not be allowed into the ethnostate.
No individual white person is worth more than the white race as a whole.
And on a much more serious level, when it comes time to defend our actual walls, could you put your life down for it?
Could you strike a fatal blow to our racial enemies and declare, So perish all who attack my walls?
Military life and military culture for males of a society is the very underpinning of a strong society.
Brotherhood and camaraderie, as well as putting something above oneself, In conclusion, what I want you to take away from this presentation is that the white homeland comes before everything.
It comes before your beer, before your entertainment, before your car, before your house, before your loved ones, white homeland, and white race, above all.
So perish all who attack my people.
P.S. I'd like to encourage all of my Canadian comrades to get in touch with me.
Just simply email Harold and he'll give you my email.
Hail victory, comrades.
Thank you.
Okay, when I decided I was going to put this comrade's audio on, I hunted around and thought a bit, looking for some theme music for him, something typically Canadian.
Oh, Canada seemed a bit trite.
And I thought, and I thought, and actually, I'll tell the truth, I couldn't really think of anything.
I considered putting on the theme from Dudley Do-Right, you know, the old one, the cartoon series from the 1960s that I remember, but, well, number one, that might be seen as a little bit snide, and number two, most people today probably wouldn't even get it.
So, what I can do, until I figure out some theme music for Canadians, is I can give you a song by Canada's greatest folk singer, the late Stan Rogers.
You know, the Canadians are great seafarers, and like most coastal people in the Northern Hemisphere, they have a charming little custom called wrecking, which is basically waiting for ships to founder or run aground on the rocks nearby your village or whatever, and then going down and looting them.
I mean, at one stage there were whole villages along the coast of Devonshire and Yorkshire and Cornwall and every other place, and of course out in Canada and in this country as well.
I'm thinking of places like Ocracoke on the Outer Banks, where the locals basically survived by pretty much helping themselves to whatever the sea threw up.
And, of course, sometimes live crew members and passengers would be washed up on the shore as well, and somehow they kept falling into tidal pools and drowning, and so forth and so on.
But we won't talk about that.
Anyway, one way of looking at this song is it's a jolly song of salvage.
Another way of looking at it would be a song of wrecking the lazy man's piracy.
Anyway, good banjo work.
Here it is.
Oh, the lovely Athens queen.
Me, boys, I must remind you there's a bottle left inside.
So let us go and have a few and wait until low time.
And if the sea's not quamer when the glasses are licked plain.
We will then set forth some stories, lads, and see what may be seen on the lovely Athens Queen.
Some songs and old tall stories then came out to pass the time.
Nor could a single bottle keep us all until low time.
And so it was before we left the house we were at sea.
So we scarcely can remember how we made the Athens Queen.
Oh, the lovely Athens Queen.
Oh, the waves inside me belly were as high as those outside.
And though I'm never seasick, I lost dinner oversight.
Was well, there was no crew to save, for we'd have scared them green.
We could scarcely keep ourselves from falling off the Athens queen.
Oh, the lovely Athens queen.
Well, Reedy goes straight down below and comes up with a cow.
Hello, I said, now what would you be wantin' with that now?
He'll never take a cow home in a dory on such sea.
Well, me son, he says, I've always fancied fresh cream in May tea.
For the lovely Athens queen.
I headed for the galley then, cause I was rather dry.
And glad I was to get there quick, for what should I spy?
Oh, what a shame it would've been for to lose it all at sea.
Forty cases of the best Napoleon brandy ever seen, on the lovely Athens mean.
I loaded twenty cases, boys, then headed for the shore.
Unloaded them as quick as that and then pulled back for more.
Smith was pulling for the shore, but he could scarce be seen under near two hundred chickens and a leather couch of green from the lovely Athens queen.
Well, here's to all good salvagers, likewise to Ripper Rock.
And to Napoleon Brandy of which now we have much stock We eat a lot of chicken and sit on a couch of green And we wait for Ripper Rock to claim another Athens queen Oh, the lovely Athens queen!
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Okay, so I guess this will be my first dissertation on the old ways, on how our people and its many cultures dealt in the past with the problems that we face today, with this week's installment covering sex and marriage, with a view to explaining how white men and women came to hate one another so badly that the very continued existence of our race has come into doubt.
You will, of course, be quick to note that we are the only race whose continued existence on this earth is in doubt, and that none of this applies to niggers, who have always bred like rabbits everywhere they've been.
Nor does it apply to mestizos or yellows or Muslims or dotheads, all of whom have been very careful to maintain their own ancestral culture, their religion, and their age-old traditional attitudes towards sex and gender relationships when they came to this country as conquering immigrants for the purpose of replacing the white population.
The very first thing you need to wrap your minds around is that this manic obsession with sex, sex, sex in every aspect, both normal and perverted, is a very, very new thing in Western culture, not even as old as I am.
I'm old enough to remember a time when there was no sex education in the schools, sex outside marriage was considered wrong and a scandal, and a girl or a woman who engaged in it was considered to be a disgrace.
I remember when teenagers used the term going all the way, but almost never did so.
And when the entire idea of sex, as far as society as a whole was concerned, meant normal heterosexual intercourse between a man and a woman of the same race.
Chapel Hill High School in the late 1960s and early 70s was a really screwed up place in many respects.
Drugs, race relations, i.e.
violent and aggressive niggers running wild, hippies talking like Tommy Chong, and yes, they did talk like that, man.
Leftist political crap from the teachers and the SDS kids, so forth and so on, but so far as I could tell, and so far as I can remember, actual full-on sexual relationships between the kids were pretty rare.
I would like to say that no girls in my class ever got pregnant out of wedlock, but some probably did and mysteriously disappeared for a semester or two.
I just can't remember any because it was considered shameful and you didn't talk about it.
Nobody talked about anything sexual except in private.
Even at CHHS at that time, the idea of having a school nurse pass out condoms to the students or having an assembly on fellatio techniques would never have been...
tolerated even in that super liberal university town.
Kids of our age couldn't even buy condoms in the local pharmacy.
If I recall correctly, you had to be 20% On the rare occasions when a teenage boy thought he might get lucky and he really did want a condom, there was kind of an underground whisper network of certain men's rooms in truck stops and bars.
And other kind of sleazy establishments where you could actually get a condom for, I think, 25 cents from a vending machine in the men's bathroom.
For girls, it was possible to go on birth control pills.
They did have those in the 60s.
But of course, you had to have all kinds of written permission from your parents.
And it was considered a very shameful thing because basically it meant that either parents didn't trust their daughter.
Or they knew, basically, that their daughter was a slut, and they didn't want any embarrassing results, and so one of the little nasty-ass rumors that might be whispered about a girl in the corridors was, she's on the pill.
As for all the weird stuff that kids grow up taking for granted now...
I think I'm probably fairly typical in that I didn't even know what homosexuality was until I went into the army and, in basic training, a nigger in the next barracks sexually assaulted a white kid and got arrested by the MPs for it.
This was in the days when it was actually against military regulations.
In those days, you really didn't ask or tell.
I actually had to have a drill sergeant explain to me what buggery was.
The only perversion I personally observed in high school was a few of the niggers walking up and down the halls holding hands and with their arms around some really messed up in the head white girls, who thereby acquired a certain amount of left-wing radical chic for being so liberated and all, but they were quietly and generally recognized among the other kids to be really messed up in the head or on drugs, and I question how much farther those relationships ever went.
I'm told that when most of those white girls in my class got to college, the pressure to have interracial sex was a lot greater.
I wouldn't know I never got to college.
That was where all of the excessive sex stuff started for my generation, in college.
But then, for many centuries, that's where it usually started, for young men at least.
Or at least for the small number of young men who went to college before World War II.
It wasn't always this big thing, you know, where everybody has to go to college.
For most young couples, during most of this country's history, it started with marriage, with the bride usually a virgin, or if she wasn't, she was careful not to let anybody know it, and with the young man usually having one or two brief prior encounters, usually with prostitutes or a special class of promiscuous girls, the type that have existed all down through history in every white city, town, and village, some of whom became prostitutes.
But others who are able to snag themselves husbands and thereby obtain respectability.
And yeah, that could be a rough system for women at times if they got carried away in their romantic youth and they slipped up and did something they shouldn't have, like having a baby out of wedlock, but it was part of society's social control mechanism that kept everything together for everybody, especially for future generations.
Nowadays, we've lost all those traditional control mechanisms.
Everything has come unglued, and you have men chopping off their Johnson bars in an unsuccessful attempt to turn themselves into women, and other young men driving vans down the sidewalk to try and run down as many young women as they can.
That, people, is what societal collapse looks like.
Transgender, gender fluid, bringing a date of the same sex to prom, or junior-senior as we called it.
The idea of drag queens being able to use women's bathroom, sex robots, these things were literally unthinkable, as in no one thought about them because no one had the mental capacity to imagine such things.
You should bear in mind that in those days white households consisted almost completely of two-parent families.
Secure and gainful employment for whites was the norm.
For example, my father worked the same job for about 35 years and supported a wife and a family of three on that job, and then he retired with a pension.
A young man was expected to get a job after school, along about age 15 or so, and finance his social life and maybe even get his first car with his own money.
My first job was as a bag boy at Kroger's.
Yes, young white boys pursued white girls, and young white girls flirted and intrigued with the boys, but the game points, if you want to call them that, were things like holding hands in the hall and being seen by assorted cliques in the school to hold hands in the hall.
For both genders, a lot of it was a status game.
Ha ha, look at me, I got so-and-so, I got Cindy the cheerleader, or Jeff the football captain, or I got the rich kid and so we'll be riding to Hardee's in the kids' spots at a Camaro.
And, of course, parking in a remote area for some make-out, but it was understood that the girl had the say-so as to how far anything went, and the boy was to respect her wishes in that area.
The only time I ever heard of girls in high school being forced in any way, it was niggers who did it.
And by the way, that was almost all rumor.
The one incident I know about for sure was when a couple of niggers attempted to unsuccessfully rape a white girl in one of the bathrooms.
Interestingly, that episode simply disappeared.
I don't know what happened there.
Whatever the result was, which probably was the niggers got set loose, it was hushed up by the school administration.
It was all a lot more socially controlled than it looked, and while there were occasional crash and burns of various kinds, as have always occurred throughout the millennia, by and large the system worked and it preserved the general culture and social order for another generation, for the last time.
Because it was largely my generation that threw it all away, for which I apologize to you poor millennial bastards who have never known anything but Clinton and Obama's toilet.
You guys missed out on something.
And, whether you like it or not, you have a moral and racial duty to spend the rest of your lives trying to get it back.
But now let's leave the recent past, do the old Joy Reid trick, and hit the Wayback Machine.
How did Western peoples handle the dichotomy between the sexes back in the old, old days, allowing for differences in specific times, places, and cultures, of course?
First off, it's true...
They were always interested not only in sex, but in perversion as well.
It's a historical oddity that the earliest surviving work of prose fiction, long enough to be called a novel, is about homosexuals, the satiricon of the Roman Petronius.
In the Middle Ages, there was courtly love and all kinds of sexually oriented poetry.
Chaucer and Shakespeare could get pretty raunchy.
The Victorians had their naughty postcards.
Sex, as such, has never been completely repressed, and it has provided mankind and womankind with endless hours of amusement since the dawn of time.
But historically, up until quite recently, our people always distinguished very carefully between a romp in the hay, or what I suppose you might call bawdiness, and the institutions of marriage and the family.
In the past, sex was for fun, but marriage was serious business, because our ancestors understood that marriage and the traditional nuclear family were part of the bedrock foundation of society, and nothing must be allowed to threaten it or alter it.
A large part of the reason that Western society is in the horrible shape it's in today is because we have forgotten that most basic of principles, confusing marriage with sex and allowing the mere sexual act to replace marriage and the family in ways that previous white civilizations would never ever have allowed, and which at times in history previous white civilizations took strong, energetic, and sometimes violent steps to prevent.
You want to know how the Mormons with their polygamy ended up in Utah?
Read about what happened with Joseph Smith when he tried to set up in Illinois.
Let's take the Middle Ages as a good example.
That's roughly between 1066 and 1485, based on two historic battles in which kings of England were killed defending their throne, and a new king took the crown by force, although variations on this system operated throughout Catholic European cultures and indeed Eastern Orthodox European cultures almost up until the beginning of the 20th century.
A lot of our traditional morality in many areas was destroyed by World War I, and this is part of it.
The price we paid for shutting Germany out of the colonial economic expansion game back in 1914 is one we all continue to pay to this very day.
But back in the days of yore, when knighthood was in flower, etc., most marriages were family matters arranged by parents or other heads of household.
Marriage was considered to be primarily an economic arrangement and possibly a political one as well, depending on how high in society we're talking.
High nobility and royals used political marriages between rulers as instruments of state and diplomacy.
If you have a daughter who ever demands that you treat her like a princess, you should answer, You mean you want me to marry you off at the age of fifteen to a man old enough to be your father whom you've never met before in order to strengthen our family ties with Prussia?
But, of course, most people in those days weren't kings or queens or land graves or whatever.
They were middle-class merchants or farmers or shopkeepers or craftsmen of various sorts, and their marriages revolved around their trade, their wealth, and their ownership of land and property, getting more of it and preserving what they had for future generations.
Marriage was never entirely devoid of love and romance.
There was a lot of it going around, but marriage was primarily a business deal.
And in the days before social and economic safety nets, it had to be that way.
In those days, the ideal age for marriage was considered to be mid to late twenties for men and about fifteen or sixteen for girls.
There were sound reasons for this.
By his twenties, a young man was supposed to have sown his wild oats, done all of his drinking and gambling and carousing, and be settled down into a trade or a profession, usually his father's.
If he was a craftsman like a butcher or a baker or a goldsmith or whatever, he would have passed his apprenticeship, which was usually something like seven years, and he would be a journeyman with his own tools and his own shop and his own customers, economically able to support a wife and family.
If he was on the land, like most people were for thousands of years, he would either have inherited the family farm or else his family would have settled part of the property on him, including a dwelling specifically so that he could marry and begin having children.
Since a large part of marriage was considered to be the production of the next generation and given the high infant mortality rates and the high rate of mothers' deaths and childbirth, Girls needed to be married as soon as possible, after they became nubile, so that they could get started.
So the ideal age difference for arranged marriages was considered to be about 10 years older for the man.
Which, actually, given the admitted fact that in a sane society, girls tend to mature faster than boys, is probably not a bad way to approach it.
I know that sounds all very sexist and grim, like women were viewed as breeding stock, but what can I tell you?
Yeah, there was something to that.
For thousands of years, life itself was unbelievably grim for most people.
Liberalism and political correctness were luxuries they could not afford.
I study history and I write novels about it, but nobody in his right mind would want to actually live in ancient Rome or 14th century London.
And even in the Palace of Versailles under Louis XIV, still to this day considered the height of architectural beauty and sartorial elegance, yes, even in Versailles, the food was rotten because they had no refrigeration, drains were so bad that they smelled like shit and drew swarms of flies in the summer, and everybody had lice, including the king.
We really, really don't understand how good we in America have had it since the end of the Great Depression, say the last 75 years.
We actually have clean water and clean clothes and central heat and air conditioning and refrigeration so our food doesn't rot.
And all of those other things that we will no longer have if we allow George Soros and his co-religionists to turn this country into the third world.
Now, getting back to the subject of marriage in the past, basically, that wicked and cruel and allegedly misogynist system worked.
It worked for thousands of years in various forms or other.
A stable society was maintained and we were able to grow and in some eras even to flourish, all based on the institutions of marriage and the traditional family unit serving as the basic building block of society.
In those days, being married was considered to be the natural condition of adult people, and most people were.
Divorce was regarded as wicked and socially dangerous, which it is.
It's no coincidence that the social and moral collapse of Western society is coincidental with the rise in easy and no-concernedness.
Not that there weren't occasional glitches in the system.
This is Pentangle.
Pentangle
Pentangle
He was twelve and he is but fourteen He's young and he's really great Daughter, dear
daughter, I've done you no wrong I've married you to a great old son He'll be your man's wheel and I'm dead and gone He's young but he's daily bread
Father, dear father, if you see fit You'll send my love to college for a while Tied blue ribbons all around his head To let the ladies know that he's married One
day I was looking on my father's castle wall I saw all the boys a playin'at the ball My own true love was a flower of them all He's a young but
he's daily bread guitar solo At the age of
fourteen He was a married man Age of fifteen The father of a son Age of sixteen On his grave the cross was green Could death and put an end He's growing
I'll make my love a shroud of the heart So fine A nasty child Catching at the tears from her window Once I had a true love But now I'm never one But I'll watch on his son And his growing The
father of a son Okay, this topic is capable of endless exposition, but I'm going to close with a little story for you that shows how this arranged marriage deal once worked in practice, one of my favorites.
The Dutch East India Company landed at Cape Town, South Africa, in 1652, actually before the first black Bantu tribes arrived from the north, and they established a colony there as a refueling and refitting station for the company's trading ships, sailing around the Cape of Good Hope.
That meant that the first settlers were largely farmers and craftsmen of various kinds to grow the food and repair the ships and the equipment, but since the land at that time was empty and there were no blacks for them to misogynate with, these men were pretty hard up for female companionship, pardon the pun.
The East India Company obviously needed to bring out wives for these first Afrikaners, and so they did this as follows.
In towns like Amsterdam or Rotterdam or Delft or in Antwerp and Brussels, since what is now Belgium was part of Holland back then, the company advertised for poor young women who were willing to take a chance on finding a better life in another country, and there were a lot of them.
The deal was the company would pay their passage out to South Africa, and they would marry these settler men and produce a whole new generation of company employees.
Once a year, the company would send out from Holland a kind of convoy to Cape Town with hundreds of young women on board, but to speed things along and prevent problems on the other side with the men fighting over the women and long courtships and whatnot, the husbands were sort of pre-assigned.
Before the women would leave on their long journey, they would each make a pair of distinctive gloves with all the fancy fabric and embroidery and stitching they could put into them.
The women would then go to the East India Company offices and put one of these gloves into a box or a trunk and keep the other for themselves.
As I recall the story, the trunk would then be sent on to Cape Town about three months before the bridal fleet departed from Holland, and the men who wanted wives would go to the company office and take out one of the gloves.
No names, just the glove.
Then, when they got word that the bride convoy had arrived in Table Bay, the men would go down to the dock, and as the women came down the gangplank, probably in a pretty weak condition after a couple of months at sea, they would hold up their gloves and find their mates.
I know that, to this day, there are Afrikaner families in what's left of South Africa who still have those 300-year-old gloves as precious family heirlooms, a connection to their past, locked away in a safe deposit box or maybe in a little display case in their homes.
Traditional marriage can not only preserve a nation, sometimes it can create a new one.
But our time is up for this week's edition of Radio Free Northwest.
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This is Harold Covington, and I'll see you next week.
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