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June 21, 2018 - Radio Free Nortwest - H.A. Covington
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Oh, then tell me, Sean O 'Farrell, tell me why you hurry so.
Hush-a-woo, 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, a rifle known to you and me.
One more roar for signal, token whistle, up and arching tune.
For your bike upon your shoulder By the rising of the moon By the rising of the moon By the rising of the moon With your bike upon your shoulder By the rising of the moon Out from many a mud wall cabin eyes Were watching through the night Many a manly chest was sobbing For the blessed warming light The waters 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 Greetings from the Northwest Homeland, comrades.
It's June the 21st, 2018.
I'm Harold Covington, and this is Radio Free Northwest.
And here we are once again at the summer solstice, the longest day of the year.
Damn, time flies.
I've gotten another complaint that I'm being too negative on here, which I get a lot.
Believe me, I wish I could tell you all that we're marching on from strength to strength with rippling fuse and square iron jaws like a Mjolnir poster.
But I'm kind of stuck with the world as it is.
But I'll see what I can do to mellow things out a bit.
On several prior occasions, I've spoken to you guys about how we need to anticipate the loss of our websites and the archive of RFNs and other audio on there through various tactics, among them excising clips from various episodes of Radio Free Northwest, slapping in a few pictures and putting them up on YouTube in short bursts of 15 or 20 minutes max, hopefully less.
Now, if enough of you do this, YouTube won't be able to track all of you down and yank the videos.
We've been playing hide-and-go-seek with YouTube like this since 2010, when they tried to suppress Colonel House's famous NVA attacks video.
They must have pulled down at least 50 copies of it over the years that I know of, but you can still find it out there if you know where to look.
I'm going to start regularly including some of what I call short tracks on the show here.
Audio clips that you can extract with WavePad or Audacity or some other sound editing program.
Make a separate track and then turn them into YouTubes or make other uses of them.
Just please make sure that they don't all get lost in some deplatforming pogrom by the Jews.
Now the next one I'm going to read for you was written in 1999, so it's 19 years old.
And it's from my pre-Northwest period, when I was just a Commoner Garden Variety National Socialist.
It's generally considered my most, well, I won't say my most famous, but my most well-received article, with the possible exception of the song, Not the Singer, which I won't read, because that has a lot of internal movement stuff from 20 years ago, the kind I declined to get into only last week.
Anyway, for those of you who do cut this up for YouTube or other use, you need to make clear in the captioning or somewhere that it's from 1999, and so some of the references are dated, otherwise it won't make much sense to millennials.
Starting now.
Comrades and brothers.
As the last summer of this most terrible of centuries begins, I find myself thinking of a day in early summer twenty-eight years ago.
On that day, having completed my last final exam and thus my last day at Chapel Hill High School, I walked up to my car in the parking lot on a hill beside the school.
I stopped at the summit of that hill and turned, looking back at the buildings, remembering all that had occurred there over the past three years.
In that moment I made a silent vow to myself that I would devote my life to ensuring that someday no white boy or girl would ever again have to go through what I had to go through in that place.
To my frequent amazement, this vow of mine I have kept through almost three decades of chaos and madness.
The century draws to a close, and it is not inappropriate, I think, for us as a group to pause for the few remaining months of it and assess where we have all been and what we've done.
Many years ago, an author named Norman Spinrad wrote a book called The Iron Dream.
The book was not a very memorable one, a kind of literary joke purporting to be what Adolf Hitler would have written had he immigrated to the United States after the Beer Hall putsch and become a science fiction writer in New York.
Yet the phrase has stuck in my mind.
I think it is a very good one, very descriptive of the kind of vision that National Socialism has for Aryan mankind.
National Socialism itself might be said to be an Iron Dream.
A vision of a world and a human identity that endures like the hard metal instead of decaying like mere flabby flesh, and where the soul of man is hard and strong instead of weak and vacillating.
The Iron Dream is the hidden instinctive soul of our mighty race.
It lurks beneath the surface of the mind and the desire of every white man and woman ever born, for it is the gift of the god or gods who forged our people from the ice and snow and granite of the vast forested expanse of our ancient homeland.
All my life I have dreamed the Iron Dream.
I don't know why.
Some are simply born out of step with their time, I suppose.
Even as a child I understood that things around me weren't right somehow, that this was not the way life was supposed to be.
Always I've been haunted, obsessed by a vision of a world very different from the one in which I grew up.
An all-white world with very different standards and priorities.
A world of strength and valor and glory, full of the qualities and virtues and experiences which have been so deliberately bred out of us by Judaic materialism.
When I was young, I had an idealized view of the past, all white faces, of course, but I had no idea of what this brave new world should be like in the future, until I discovered and understood the true meaning of Adolf Hitler, the Third Reich, and National Socialism.
I have served the Iron Dream since that time, because for me, there was no other conceivable path.
Every opportunity which presented itself for me to conform, and there were many, I rejected out of hand.
It would not have been hard.
Like the ancient Roman emperor Domitian, all the power structure asked was that occasionally I burn a small pinch of incense on the altars of the false gods of Judaism and materialism.
But not once in my life have I ever burned that small pinch of incense which would have been my ticket into the wonderful world of money and consumer goods.
That symbolic gesture of submission, which would have meant, among other things, that I would have a medical insurance policy when I reached middle age.
At age 17, I recognized a racial, moral imperative which demanded my full attention and dedication, and I have submitted to it without question ever since.
Not the usual 20th century life story, to be sure, or at least not very common since 1945.
Making my peace with the system...
A phrase I have actually heard used in the past few years by some people who were once active in the resistance is something which simply never occurred to me.
I talk about holy Aryan poverty and possibly some of you think I'm making a virtue of a necessity.
I'm not.
If I had it all to do over again, I'd change some things, sure, but I would take essentially the same path I've taken.
I've never looked back.
I've spent a large portion of my life making demands on you people, collective generic you, those of us who are racially conscious and who know the truth.
I'm forever asking you to do things that you do not wish to do.
In essence, I have demanded, and continue to demand, that you come up to my standards.
I've done so not in my name, but in the name of the Fuhrer Adolf Hitler, and in the name of generations of white children yet unborn, both of whom have the right to demand that sacrifice and that action from you.
I have done and said things that have made you feel extremely uncomfortable.
I've spoken aloud of things you feel are better left discreetly unspoken.
I've pointed the finger and named names, saying, Thou art the man.
I will continue to do and say these things, because it is my duty to do so, because these things must be done and said, and no one else will.
Fraud is the curse of our movement more than anything else, the cause of fifty years of failure.
Let me tell you how to spot a movement fraud in one easy lesson.
A movement fraud demands only two things of you, your money and your applause.
He never asks you to take any risk.
Indeed, he would prefer that you did not, because if you lose your job you can't contribute money to him, now can you?
He never asks you to undertake any inconvenience.
He never asks you to sacrifice or to endure persecution and pressure and loss and danger for the Aryan race.
He convinces you that he will do all these things for you.
That the great result can be achieved without you yourself assuming any part of the burden which history has placed on our generations of Aryan men and women.
In this the movement Snake Oil Salesman lies.
Nothing worth having is ever obtained without a struggle and without cost.
And everything worth having is always the result of duty accepted and fulfilled.
The Iron Dream can be made reality.
Indeed, time and again, down through the centuries, our people have made it a reality.
But it requires blood and sweat and gold and tears, prison and death and long years of toil and grinding poverty.
Anyone who does not tell you this is lying.
Above all things, National Socialism means duty.
Duty to oneself, to be true to one's racial destiny.
In this soft and supine era, most white men run away from duty, will do anything to avoid it, for it is difficult and demanding and interferes with their television.
Yet throughout past ages, real men have always embraced duty, sought it out, made it the touchstone of their lives.
Man without duty is simply a pig wallowing in the trough, another form of animal life.
Man without a higher duty to spiritual principle is a Jew.
To be a National Socialist, to dream the Iron Dream, is to become a servant of history, to take upon oneself the burden of deciding in what form human destiny will be shaped.
To be a National Socialist means taking on not only responsibility but moral authority, the right to determine the fate of others, and that is a terrible duty to assume, one which frightens and horrifies most modern men.
To be a National Socialist entails the courage to determine that this society is sick beyond saving and that mercy itself requires its swift extinction.
To be a National Socialist requires cultivating the character, The intelligence and the moral strength to recognize the true issues at stake for our race and our civilization in the face of overwhelming public distortion and pressure to conform, and to accept the persecution and the hatred that comes with nonconformity.
One of the first things that struck me at Chapel Hill High when I began to observe racial reality at first hand was how afraid the white students and teachers were of everything.
They were afraid of the niggers physically, but more than that, they were afraid of becoming involved.
Of making moral decisions based on what was right as opposed to what was expedient.
Afraid of taking a stand in the face of the liberal power structure against the blacks' violence and drugs and their destruction of the learning environment.
For the first time, I ran into a phenomenon I was to encounter again and again in my adult life.
Everyone around me knew perfectly well that I was right about the blacks.
But no one dared to stand at my side and battle with me against institutional wrongdoing.
White fear has always filled me with shame, for more than anything else, cowardice disgraces our heritage and degrades our folk.
I've striven to show other white people, by the example of my own life, that they can rise above it.
I've often thought that one reason I have been unable to get any help is not because no one understands what's required.
But because most people do, in fact, understand these things, and aside from all other considerations, they're terrified by the responsibility of taking upon themselves the burden of history.
The human reality is that most people simply do not have what it takes to be a revolutionary, and that is true in every era.
But the fact that most people aren't up to the task doesn't mean that the task need not be done.
Racial survival is something that we cannot take a pass on.
The racial extinction of the white man is not an option.
Someone has to step forward, and I have always accepted the fact that for whatever strange karmic reason, I have drawn that short straw in this life.
Sometimes I've wished it wasn't so, but my duty station is assigned, and I remain at my post.
The Western world has reached a turning point by the steep stages of a crisis mounting for generations, a crisis brought on us through our own weakness and cowardice and sloth.
Several times throughout this terrible century, in Rhodesia, in South Africa, in the American South, twice in Germany, Aryan man has attempted without success to resist the onslaught of the crawling chaos which is known under so many names.
Liberalism, socialism, diversity, political correctness, multiculturalism, humanism, all the various nicknames under which Judaic Marxism and its twin brother Judaic capitalism disguise themselves.
And believe me, Marxism is alive and well in the world today.
We have resisted thus far without success, but that does not mean that we must cease to resist or that those of us who know the truth can ever resign from the struggle.
I say to you again, the racial extinction of the white man is not an option, and anyone who accepts it as such in order to avoid the effort and danger of racial duty damns his immortal soul to hell.
We, as a people, must acquire the will to survive the crisis of civilization where that will is elsewhere divided, wavering, or absent.
At issue is whether our sick and weakened society, which we call Western civilization, which is the sole product of the Aryan race, can in its extremity still call up men and women whose faith in it is so great that they will voluntarily abandon those things which men hold good, including life, in order to defend it.
To be a part of this process, to be a soldier in this world-shaking conflict, is not a negative thing to be avoided, but an honor.
The greatest privilege which can be granted to any man or woman, and it is a destiny which I would not have missed for the world.
The pain that these past 28 years have inflicted upon me is something that I cannot even begin to describe to you, but I understood from the very beginning that such pain would be part of the price tag attached to doing my duty, and I accept it without capital.
Someday you will accept it too.
For despite my periodic dressings down, I know full well that you are not bad people and that you perceive in your hearts that you as well have a share in this destiny.
However much they may deny it, there persists in every white man and woman a scrap of soul, some faint remnant of conscience.
Few white men, no matter how sunk in the fleshpots of Jewish materialism, are so dull as not to understand, in at least some part of their consciousness, that the crisis exists.
It is, in fact, a total crisis, political, moral, intellectual, religious, social, and economic.
Nothing more or less is at stake than the continued existence on this earth of people with white skins.
You know this, and someday you will join me.
This is inevitable, although I make no secret of my hope that it will be sooner rather than later.
National socialists are bound together not only by a common devotion to our immortal leader and his ideals, but by a bond of blood which reaches across the barrier of nations, differences of class and education, in defiance of every Jewish rule and tenet.
Our race is our nation.
This mighty faith in our own heritage and destiny will someday give us the power to move mountains, and the time will come when at long last we will move men as well.
National Socialists are that fragment of Aryan mankind who have recovered our people's long-lost ability to hold convictions and to act upon them, to live and to die for our faith.
There is no greater human calling than to sacrifice one's life, either in death or in selfless lifelong devotion, poverty, and obloquy, to an ideal greater than the self.
This is what National Socialism calls upon Aryan men and women to do.
In these times of timidity, prosperity, and inertia, it is not a popular message, but a few in every generation respond to it.
For idealism is in our very genetic makeup, and however deeply we smother it in the material wealth and indifference of the Judaic world in which we rot, it will always shine through.
The spark of this divine essence within our Aryan souls is still there.
You feel it yourself, or you wouldn't be reading these lines now.
I know full well that this summer...
As occurred to me on that summer day 28 years ago, all across this land there are a small number of young men and women who are looking back at the place where they have just spent some wretchedly miserable years, and they are dedicating their lives to a future where it won't happen again.
I've already met some of this new generation, and I hope to meet more of them someday, to give them the benefit of my experience, and to let them know that they are heirs to the glorious legacy of Hitler and Rockwell.
That legacy will come to fruition in the 21st century, and this will happen because a small band of us willingly gave up our places at the great consumer trough, our chances for what politically correct society calls happiness, in order to answer the call of our racial duty.
It is we who will vindicate our people before the bar of history, we small band of brothers and sisters, who gave it all up to do what was right instead of what was convenient or what was socially acceptable.
I would not resign my membership in this tiny elite for any price.
It's hell out here, people.
It's dirty, it's shabby, it's dangerous, it's depressing, it's hard and brutal, and it is unspeakably glorious.
Join me.
Join me.
Let us dream the Iron Dream together that someday the world may awake to that day of blood and fire and renewal which will usher in the greatest imperium of mankind.
The End
Good evening, comrades.
Tonight I would like to discuss the H.J. Volume 2 of the J.R. Angalia Encyclopedia.
Now, this second volume of this mini-encyclopedia makes it increasingly clear that the H.J., and to a lesser extent the B.D.M., had a certain Paramilitary air about them.
And this book talks about all the various units of specialization, the motorized unit, the aviation-oriented unit, the marine unit, and also the health service.
Now, as we know, The health service is not just war-related, but it also served as a service for the various youth hostels.
And, of course, it attracted a lot of BDM members.
Now, many of us have heard of the land year service, and it's very easy to confuse this with the four-year land-oriented schools.
These land-oriented schools, which were separate from the land year service, were actually a gateway into the new peasant aristocracy.
So, needless to say, this was a very significant opportunity for youth, who were smart enough to understand the significance of this opportunity.
The author actually mentions one individual who I'd actually like to know more about historically, and that is Ruse Utfrieda, who used this and other programs as a gateway into the political elite, and she was one of the very few women to make it into this circle.
When I look at all these exciting prospects for youth, I often wonder how a young person at that time would go about choosing one of these particular specialties.
I'm sure some would simply join a unit that their friends were joining, or others may have felt drawn to one particular field.
But I often wonder if the HGA and the BDM ever employed any aptitude testing, and I've never found anything one way or the other on that.
Also, too, as we know, historically, the National Socialists were very good at propaganda, and so they did have their own both radio and film production.
And another thing that went on a great deal during the Reich was something called trade competitions.
And these were various, both national and local competitions, that would test various individuals' knowledge of, first of all, a particular trade that they were engaged in, but also political theory, math, and composition.
The author mentions Charlotte Tuffel, who won a prize for a paper on the 7th century power of the Pope.
Another interesting subject is the various training schools.
For example, the National Socialist Secondary School was essentially geared towards essay training, whereas you also had the National Political Institute and also the Adolf Hitler Schools.
And these were institutions more geared towards the SS.
Now, in theory, the National Political Institute schools and the Adolf Hitler schools were supposed to work in conjunction with each other, but in actual fact, there was a tendency for these schools to compete with each other.
The main difference for these two was that the political institute schools could be traced back to Prussia, whereas the main of Hitler schools were much newer.
The political institute schools had four subdivisions that dealt with BDM, whereas the Hitler schools were exclusively for boys.
And in the case of the Hitler schools, A boy would have to go to a particular training camp at around the age of 12. However, selection for these schools would start by the age of 11. And these individuals would be assessed, particularly in these training camps.
And if they did well in these training camps, then they would be allowed into these Hitler schools.
Of course, increasingly, as the war got more and more desperate, of course, schooling took a backseat to various civil defense duties.
And as we know, one of the things that became increasingly important was this notion of anti-flag, anti-aircraft.
And this was something that apparently came under the...
Craig's Marine, because apparently, if you think about it, initially these planes were coming in primarily from the coastal areas, although I suppose after D-Day they were probably coming from all sides, I would have to imagine.
And also, too, I imagine that the Craig's Marine initially were the ones that had the radar equipment and the searchlights.
Of course, as the situation got more and more desperate, many of the individuals within the Hitler Youth and also BDM Started thinking more and more of themselves as soldiers rather than simply members of a youth group.
And as we know, if we talk about, for example, in the most extreme case, the werewolves, we know that this militarization of the youth, because sometimes they were the only ones left, was, of course, increasingly important.
Of course, these two volumes deal primarily with both uniforms and also with various badges, various insignia.
And you really get the sense from this book that there was an incredible amount of energy going towards these various badges, sometimes even items that were only to be used for one particular day.
So for modern outlook, we might say that too much time and energy perhaps was put into badges at this time.
Now, another interesting fact in this book is that they will show photos of other youth groups within the Reich, and also youth groups that were outside of the Reich, but that were influenced by the particular zeitgeist of the day.
And there's one particularly interesting photograph of youth in Southwest Africa.
And as we know...
There were lots of Germans down there, and they were evidently sympathetic to this movement that was going on.
So, obviously, these two volumes are for those who wish to indulge in the nostalgia of these collectible items, for example, and have a pleasant time looking at some lovely photos that show...
The caliber of the youth during those times.
So, I hope you enjoyed this discussion of the H.J. Volume 2 by J.R. Angalia.
Thank you for listening, and hail victory, comrades.
We're about to die, and we're about to die.
18 wheels are rolling.
Are we going to do what they say can't be done?
We've got a long way to go, and it's a short time to get there.
I'm best around just like a band that runs.
If you put hard on the pedal, the sun will never mind it breaks.
Let it all hang out, cause we gotta run the baby.
Number four.
Greetings, comrades.
This is the trucker coming at you from Dade City, Florida.
I'm done with that load from Washington down to Orlando, Florida.
And it took me five and a half days.
So those of you that are actually planning a scouting trip or your actual migration, that's how many days following the federal guidelines on how many hours I'm allowed to drive a day and all that, which...
If you're doing your scouting trip or your move, you're under no such limitation.
So that kind of gives you an idea about how far or how long it would take to get from one corner of the country to the homeland.
You can't get, other than like Miami or way out there on the Keys, you can't get a whole lot farther than what I ended up going.
So that kind of gives you a guideline, rule of thumb, or whatever you want to call it.
Okie-dokies.
Well, this is just a quickie short because I'm stopping to scale the truck and I thought I'd throw at least a little something out there for you.
So, alright.
Well, this is the trucker coming at you from Florida.
I hope to see you out there making your scouting trips and your migration soon.
Have a good one, comrades, and drive safely.
Greetings, comrades.
This is the trucker coming at you from Glendive, Montana, on my way out to the homeland, and I'm coming to you on Father's Day.
Hopefully you all had a good Father's Day, and the biggest question I've got for all you menfolk out there that are listening...
Whether you're a father or plan on being a father, is when are you going to man up and make your scouting trip and your migration to the homeland?
This is getting kind of lonely out here with very few people showing up.
I'm not saying that nobody's showing up, but it's not as many people as it should be.
So I don't know what's holding you back.
It's really not that hard to go and at least make a scouting trip.
All of you that run on two wheels, especially them big thunder machines, a lot of you seem to be able to make it out to Sturgis, South Dakota every damn year or every few years.
And the homeland is not that much farther.
So, plan a few extra days, drift on out to the homeland, and check it out.
You might be surprised.
It's really pretty out here.
Now, don't get distracted by all that green you see coming across North Dakota or South Dakota and Montana this time of year.
Yeah, it looks pretty green.
Yeah, they've been getting a lot of rain here lately, and crops are growing, and fields are nice and green, at least the ones that are not under plow anyway.
Like I say, it's not that difficult.
I bounce back and forth across the country all the time, have moving vans passing me all the time.
Don't know whether or not any of those contain any of you.
Hopefully they do, but if they don't, why not?
It's not that difficult.
I've made a few moves back and forth across the homeland, not in the past few years, but in my younger days, I have moved here and there around the homeland.
I've also done one cross-country or one cross-few-state move from SoCal up there to the homeland, so I'm familiar with having to go and move.
Did a self-move of the wife's relatives up there to the homeland way back when, but that was in my little bit younger days.
And me and a dolly, and we moved everything, washer, dryer, refrigerator, freezer, all that stuff.
I did it by myself and loaded in a rental truck and put the trucker pickup truck out of tow dolly and haul everything back up to the homeland.
And the wife drove their car up there.
So, it's not that difficult.
Trust me.
But, obviously, for a lot of you, I guess it is.
So, yeah, I know.
I'm being sarcastic here.
But, hey, I've got to go and try to do something to go and light a fire under your ass to get you guys moving.
So, this is one last or one more attempt at it.
Okay.
Well, this is the trucker signing off from Glendive, Montana.
Hope.
Hope to see you out there on the road making your scouting trips and your migration soon.
Have a good one, comrade.
We're going to do what they say, can you know?
We've got a long way to go.
Any short time to get there, I'm whisked down, just watch a bandit run.
I'm whisked down, just watch a bandit run.
Now, before we go on, I want to kick in my own two cents worth on something the trucker said in his weekly spritz just now from America's highways and byways.
Now, the trucker has been doing these clips on Radio Free Northwest for some time now, and like all of us who are already here, I sense he's starting to get a little frustrated with coming on here every week and exhorting you people to get in your vehicles and get out on the road like he is every week.
Do your scouting trip, select an area of the homeland where you and your family can live and thrive, and then get your ass and your assets here to the Pacific Northwest.
Both he and I are dead serious, as are a comparatively small number of people in the white nationalist movement or the alt-right or however you want to designate whatever the hell this thing is that we have, and I think I can speak for all of us.
Of every whitish and rightish persuasion when I say that we are really sick and tired of you people treating us like we were some form of entertainment and that the white racial struggle, even the part of it that's online, is just another branch of the entertainment industry.
Now, I admit, right now, a lot of our so-called leaders aren't leaders at all.
They're what's termed e-celebs.
To be sure, the mainstream media and the Saurons hate them just as badly as they hate us, because they understand the potential risk to them and to the wealth and power of those who sign their checks that any breach in the beast's absolute control of all mass communication and entertainment industries poses to their wealth and power.
But that doesn't mean that these e-celebs are in fact a legitimate part of a revolutionary white movement.
The Northwest Front is the real deal.
The only real deal, in fact.
I want to say something here that may surprise you, but it's true, swear to God.
Part of the problem we face now, ironically, is that we're actually, in a sense, winning.
Kinda, sorta.
The thing is that over the past few months, largely it seems, through the collapse of the phony alt-right, and through my extensive use of...
Twitter and Gab that some of you holler at me I'm wasting my time with and is beneath my dignity, etc.
Interest in the Northwest novels, among the better elements of the alt-right, all disclaimers taken as read.
Anyway, interest in the novels has been spiking.
Enthusiasm for the Northwest Republic is increasing.
As the alt-right, all disclaimers taken as read, falls apart of its own crapulence.
We are getting more inquiries and more requests for the novels.
Not to mention more actual online sales than ever before.
Long and the short of it, miracle of miracles, people are finally coming here.
For the first time, there is what I suppose you might call a statistically measurable increase in the number of white people with some specific Northwest Front relationship or past contact relocating to the Northwest.
I'm sorry, you're just going to have to take my word for it because I can't get into any details due to our unpleasant neighbors listening over the back fence.
It's happening.
But God, is it ever moving slow, slow, deathly, deathly slow.
I watched a snail crawl along the edge, a straight razor.
That's my dream.
It's my nightmare.
Crawling slowly along the edge of a straight razor and surviving.
I really do feel like Colonel Kurtz sometimes, up the river and surrounded by the savages so long my mind is going.
Yeah, I know most of you millennials aren't going to get that reference.
You know, I used to tell you guys to read books.
Now I just tell you to watch a pre-1980 movie now and then.
No kidding, though.
New settlers are arriving every month, mostly in Idaho and Montana, but some are headed for Puget and elsewhere.
There's an increase in scouting trips, almost all of whom want to come by and drag me out to a chain restaurant for a greasy meal.
I seem to have become something of a tourist attraction in the Seattle area, along with Pike Place Market, the Space Needle, and the first Starbucks.
I have a whole queue of people lining up who are coming here in June and July to see the elephant.
There are dozens of inquiries that I'm dealing with right now that are at least tentatively serious.
After all these years of having my time wasted, I can pretty well tell who's serious and who isn't.
Most of this latest crop is planning on coming home.
Basically, we haven't built it yet and still are coming.
So, what do we do?
I've explained to you people on the restricted lists what I need and how we need to proceed from here and specifically what help I need from you.
And yeah, I'm actually starting to get that help from a tiny, tiny proportion of your numbers.
We progress.
Slowly, slowly, so deathly, deathly slow.
I watched a snail crawl along the edge of a straight razor.
That's my dream.
It's my nightmare.
Crawling slither along the edge of a straight razor.
And right now, basically, if we don't speed things up, we're going to run out of time.
Any suggestions, dudes?
This is Mary Fall from the soundtrack of Gods and Generals.
They say There's a place where dreams have all gone.
They never said well, but I think I know.
It's miles through the night, just over the dawn, on the road that will take me home.
I know in my post
I've been here before The ground feels the same Though the land's been torn I'm a long way to go The stars tell me so And this road that we'll take Try
Better stop me, don't stand in my way I'm bound for the hills where cruel letters flow On this road that will take me home Love waits for me round the bend Leads
me endlessly on Surely sorrow shall find the end And all our troubles will be gone And we'll know what we've lost And all that we've won When this
road finally takes me home I'm going home I'm going home I'm going home I'm going home Okay, I kind of reversed my usual procedure this week.
Usually, I will have the big, long, formal reading at the end of a show, and all my little bits and pieces of housekeeping and gossip and whatnot at the beginning, in my opening babble or monologue or whatever.
This week, I did the exact opposite.
So, we've had the big, long, formal blah blah blah at the beginning, so this is going to be my little bits and pieces of housekeeping.
To close out this week with, okay, first off, once again, I have to apologize to you guys.
The backlog of unanswered correspondence here has gotten even more wild and woolly than usual.
As of this morning, I have over 200 emails stacked up in my queue, which I have to give some kind of response to, and I don't even want to think about how many actual letters are sitting on my work table that need to be answered.
These being letters largely from people who do not have email, and so if they don't get an answer by postal mail, they don't get one, and some of them, frankly, I'm sure are getting pretty pissed off about not getting any response.
Some of you guys say, nah, nah, Harold, you don't need to bother to acknowledge all my little, you know, donations or whatever.
Well, yeah, I do.
Anytime you help this cause, which will eventually lead to the implementation of the 14 words and the creation of a homeland for our people, anytime you help this cause go forward, you need to have that acknowledged.
But, as I said this week, things are even more backlogged than usual.
I swear to God, as soon as I get this show uploaded, I will bust my butt and start answering these.
And I will get some letters in the mail.
Now, as you notice, we've kind of fallen into a bit of a routine here over the past few months.
You get me opening the show for about 15, 20 minutes, and then a bit of music, and then comes Gretchen, and then comes the trucker, and then comes more me.
Well, sometimes it's Andy, and then me, and so forth and so on.
And I'm starting to get a few questions.
Why aren't there more voices on RFN?
Why do you not have...
Audio clips from all your wonderful, successful Northwest migrants who moved to the Northwest and found that flowers were cast upon the wheels of their vehicles as they rolled into town, and now within three weeks they're sitting there in a 16-room mansion and making $100,000 a year and are surrounded by big, huge, Nuremberg-style rallies of white comrades all around.
Why don't you post some audio from them, Harold?
Well, we used to do that quite a bit.
Still need to, I agree.
You do need to hear from people who have successfully migrated here.
Trouble is, I've mentioned, I think, in one of my kitchen table talks, and I'll mention it again here, in fact, I just mentioned it a while back in this podcast, people are coming here, but this is not the great white paradise yet.
They have to settle in, they have to get jobs, they have to get housing, which in certain areas like the Puget area is really rough.
In fact, it's getting rough in the big cities everywhere like Portland and Boise and Spokane because basically the economy up here is running riot.
It is booming like nobody's business.
Right now, I would say it's entirely possible that if you actually hit the bricks and look, you will have a job within a week almost anywhere in the urban Northwest.
It may not be exactly the kind of job you want.
You may not pay as much money as you want, but you will not lack for money if you come here.
But, again, the housing is a little bit tricky, but that can be fiddled as well.
But the fact is, these new migrants who come here are, in fact, busy living their lives.
This is kind of what happened with Israel for the first, oh, 20 or 30 years of its existence.
Mostly, before World War II, it consisted of Jewish immigration to Palestine.
Most of the years before the establishment of the Northwest American Republic are going to be kind of our colonial years.
You know, for 170 years, since the founding of Jamestown to the signing of the Declaration of Independence, the history of America was shiploads of new settlers coming over from the old country, specifically the old, old country, the British Isles, and in a few cases, France, maybe Spain.
But the fact is that that was the time that they used to get their land, set up their farmsteads, plant their crops, build their schools and churches, build up their businesses, build roads, start newspapers, build towns and cities, and generally set up the infrastructure.
This is the phase we're in right now, and as I mentioned earlier, yes, it is finally starting to happen.
It's just too goddamn slow, which is another story.
But what I'm getting at is that these people are frankly involved in their lives and building their lives, and that's all I really ask of them.
I view it as the party's duty to provide something for them to do, and as I mentioned earlier, I have explained to you guys what needs to happen for us to make that happen.
And when you guys decide to make that happen for the party, then the party will start making things happen for you.
And that's about all I say.
But in the meantime, yeah, I do want to receive audio clips from you guys.
They should be maybe eight to nine minutes long.
Okay, let's be a little more flexible there.
Let's say five to ten minutes long.
They should be in MP3 file format.
I can download them from someplace like SendSpace, but if it's small enough to send by attachment, there is a 10 megabyte limit on the file size that my Earthlink account can receive.
So what you need to do is go ahead and just get on the horn and talk for 5 or 10 minutes about whatever's on your mind and send it to me.
And if it's not totally completely off the wall or tummy gibberish or insane screaming at women or anything like that, I will probably put it on here.
Because this is why we have other people on here.
Every now and then I also get people say, Harold, why don't you just get on and give about an hour speech or a two-hour speech every week, like you're Castro or something.
And I say no, because you need to hear other voices on this program.
You need to know that there are other people involved in the Northwest migration.
So, those of you who might be interested in hearing your voice on Radio Free Northwest, send me an MP3 file.
Hell, you can do those now on your phones.
I think the trucker does his on his phone, so look, shoot me some audio.
I would like to have more of you on here.
And you don't have to talk about your experience coming home Northwest.
Even if you haven't, you can talk about something racial.
Let's get a little diversity here, pardon the expression.
Okay, now this is something else that's kind of complicated.
I got a letter on the Bill White case, and I've been kind of going back and forth with this guy because he does have an interesting point of view, and...
He asked me some questions about Bill White's religious views, which to most people seem a little bit odd.
I normally do not get into religion.
I'm not talking about religion here.
I'm talking about Bill White and his case.
But I have to say, and I suppose it's time somebody said, that his years in prison have given Bill White, I think, a very unique and a surprisingly insightful view of cosmic affairs, which I think has reached the point of formulation.
Or it probably could do with a little bit of sharing.
Now, Bill has written a number of books, Tradition of the Mother and so forth and so on, and he hasn't been able to do that recently, or he hasn't taken the time to do it.
Unfortunately, he has nothing but time now.
He's been spending most of his time in the Marion so-called terrorist unit, becoming probably the greatest jailhouse lawyer in the federal system.
He has literally taught himself the law from the ground up through the use of law libraries and whatever else resources he could get.
He no longer really has a lawyer representing him, to my knowledge.
I'm not quite sure about that, so don't quote me there.
But, in essence, Bill is handling all his own appeals, and he is bending every bit of his effort to getting out of prison.
He is writing some articles, some short articles.
Sometimes I publish some on thought crime, but...
That's why you're hearing from Bill somewhat less than you are today because basically he's busy with all his legal work.
But some years ago he developed, I suppose you might call it a cosmology, which I find very interesting and which I will kind of natter about a little on here because it's one of those things you say, well, this is really off the wall.
Oh, come on.
This is nuts, man.
And yet when you think about it, it does explain quite a bit about the nature of the world, about About the nature of the society we live in, so forth and so on.
So I'm just going to give this a brief shot.
I don't know what Bill would call this worldview.
Some years ago, I wrote to him and I told him, Hey, you know, Bill, you've kind of founded a new religion here.
And he wrote back and he told me, no, I've rediscovered an old one, which may be true.
Anyway, just for shits and giggles, and in a way kind of an apology to Bill for not publishing any more of his written stuff that I do, I'm going to just kick around some of his ideas and you guys see what you think.
I know a lot of us are interested in religion and in the paranormal and in the psychic aspect of things, so...
These are Bill's ideas as I understand them.
I have, by the way, asked him on several occasions to sit down and write up a short pricey of his view, and he did a couple of times, but it didn't quite get what I wanted.
So, anyway, like I said, this is just me gabbing on about what, in my view, Bill White is saying, and it's something that might be of interest to a lot of you.
Especially those of you who think that the white man needs a racial religion of his own, of which there has never been a serious attempt to give us one.
A modernized religion that will actually account for the way things are in the world and try and reconcile that with the spirituality of Aryan men, like I say, contrary to what certain people may tell you, no, there has never been any serious attempt to do that.
Okay.
Basically, you might say that Bill White's philosophy is a dualist one in that there are two forces in the cosmos, as he sees it.
These are variously called good and evil, or light and dark, or white and black, or whatever you want to call it.
Normally, we would say that the white Aryan man stands for the good, the white, and the...
Colored man stands for the dark, obviously.
The black, as in black arts, and so forth and so on.
But in reality, as anyone who's actually ever studied metaphysics goes, it's a lot more complicated than that.
If you look at what's called the yin and the yang, which is, you can find one on the Korean national flag, if you don't know what I'm talking about.
You see that little circle with a sort of teardrop-shaped partition there?
You've got one black and one white, or one red and one green, or something like that.
Colors vary, but within each teardrop of the solid color, be it black, white, red, blue, whatever, there is a small circle of the other color that represents balance.
You can never have nothing but white or nothing but black because that's non-functional.
Both of the two opposing forces in the universe need one another in order to continue to function.
If you take a kind of, I guess, a Lovecraftian view of it, like I do...
The two halves of the duality are represented as chaos versus order, or I think probably better put, randomness versus hierarchy.
So each side of the duality needs a little bit of the other to continue to function.
Absolute zero means the sensation of all motion of the molecules in the air or the matter or whatever, but that's total stagnation.
Obviously, once you reach absolute zero, you can't progress anymore.
The matter cannot change or evolve or deteriorate or anything because there's no molecular motion.
And so you need that little drop of the other side, of the other duality, in order to keep just enough molecular motion to allow for evolution and for some change, some motion.
Just as, on the other hand, absolute randomness, absolute disorder cannot succeed because everything will simply fly apart.
Nothing will function in a situation of complete and utter chaos.
And is any of this registering at all?
You know, in the Lovecraftian mythos, I think the great blind god Azathoth, who sits on his throne in the middle of the void, to the tune of his flutes being piped by strange creatures, officially represents the vortex, the forces of chaos, and I'm not sure what is supposed to represent the forces of ultimate order, but anyway.
You've got two sides.
Light, dark, order, chaos, white, black, whatever the hell you want to call them.
And this is a little bit like what they used to call Gnosticism, but we won't get into that.
The trouble with all of these is that when you try to apply any of these philosophies or any of these religious views or any of these cosmologies to the existing racial situation in the world and the existing human situation in the world, you keep tripping across race and you keep...
Tripping across the issue of the Jews.
Where do the Jews fit into all this?
Well, in Bill White's view, it's very simple.
And this is similar to, I think, something called dual seedline Christianity, basically.
In other words, some people are Adamic and some people are not.
I won't attempt to get into that because I don't understand it myself.
Bill White claimed essentially that we Aryan people, we white people, are the actual descendants of the gods and that the Jews are descendants of serpents.
He has written a book called Serpent's Blood, which was basically confiscated by the feds.
I don't think it's been published yet.
It's now sitting in manuscript form in a plastic tub in the basement of some federal lockup storage facility, wherein he discusses this.
And this is one of the things that tipped me off, that some of the things Bill White is involved in may be...
Well, there may be a lot more to it than we think because when Bill started writing that book about four years ago and sending me and some other sample chapters, all of a sudden the feds just went batshit.
They started really harassing the hell out of him.
They started intercepting the chapters.
They kept moving him and...
When you move a prisoner, you're supposed to move his stuff either with him or separately, because prisoners actually do get baggage up to a certain limit.
Somehow or other, the manuscript of that book kept getting lost or left behind or stolen.
I do not know what happened to it.
He sent me some drafts of it in email form.
I think I have them somewhere on my hard drive, but the book never got completed, to the best of my knowledge.
Bill had a publisher that worked with him for some years to try and bring out his stuff.
That guy seems to have simply disappeared.
I don't know what his situation is.
I'm not going to name him or call him out or anything like that because I don't know what the situation is there.
But all I know is that Bill White used to have a publisher and now he doesn't.
He could probably use one if anybody wants to work with him.
Anyway, okay, I'm rambling here.
The most fascinating part of Bill White's version of duality, cosmic duality, is that the Jews, who are descendants of the serpent people, also serve a sort of a race of cosmic demons that represents what the Gnostics used to call the demiurge.
The forces of chaos, trying to undermine the forces of order, etc., etc., and that the purpose of Satan or the Jews on the face of the earth is, as Bill puts it, to harvest human souls.
And this, of course, gets back to the Faust legend and the legend of ancient wizards and people who used to make deals with demons and with the devil to sell their soul for treasure or to get the girl or for power or for knowledge or something like that.
This idea of selling your soul to an evil foreign power is by no means purely Christian in origin.
I actually dealt with this in one of my novellas, which you can find published in Other Voices' Darker Rooms, and I'm not going to get into that anymore because I don't want to be a total narcissist and make this about me.
But, okay, these evil beings, these Jews, are here for the purpose of harvesting our souls.
And this is why they do what they do.
They subvert.
They poison our minds.
They poison our culture.
They introduce us to all kinds of weird and bizarre sex perversions.
They stick drugs into our veins in one way or the other, or they use their black and brown allies to do that.
They corrupt our politics.
They corrupt everything about our life.
They destroy the traditional family.
In short, they inflict misery on us.
Now, one of the things which I've actually, again, mentioned in one of the forward to one of my novels is one of the things about today's society is that white people are all miserably unhappy.
I mean, really, think about this.
Do you know anybody who was actually happy?
Who was actually satisfied with his life?
Do you know anybody who was not having some kind of Bad, weird problems that's just causing him all kinds of agita and aggravation, family breakup, legal problems, money problems, got some kid on drugs, got some stupid lawsuit pending, got some entanglement with the system or entanglement with the boss or working in just a bad, bad job that just drains him like a vampire, so forth and so on.
Do you know anybody who is really happy?
It's not like it was when I was young.
I mean, I can remember, well, in the sense that a child would remember, the people that I remember being around me in Burlington, the small town I grew up in, were all, as near as I can remember and as near as I could tell, perfectly happy or perfectly contented with their lock.
Of course, this also might have to do something with the old custom of not talking about bad things in front of the children.
You know, I had problems with my parents, but I have to give them this.
During the entire 17 years I was in the house, to the best of my recollection, my mother and my father never had a crossword in our presence.
I'm sure they had their disagreements and arguments, but they never, ever did it in front of the kids.
I suspect that there were some things going on and moving in the shade.
Sometimes we'd go to Greensboro and my parents and my grandparents or my grandfather would be together, but never a whisper in front of the kids.
And the reason for that rule was specifically so that children would not have to deal with adult issues and they would not be made, you know, worried and fretful and unhappy by having to deal with adult crap.
That's how they used to raise kids back then.
Okay, I can see.
I'm running long here, and I'm babbling.
I get it.
So let me get to the main point.
Bill White believes that the main purpose of the Jews on earth, as he said, is to harvest our souls.
The reason that the forces of evil, the forces of chaos, want to harvest our souls is because they're like vampires.
They feed off our suffering.
And therefore, the purpose of the Jews and the purpose of everything that the Jews have done within the past 2,000, 3,000 years is to inflict mass suffering on humanity.
Not just us, apparently.
The Jews want to make everybody miserable.
Blacks, browns, Asians.
And when you look at it, that makes a hell of a lot of sense.
You examine the history of the Jewish people, and you look at some of the things they've done, especially in the past hundred years.
And you look at this, and you say, okay, why?
Alright, some of this you can understand.
They want to get Israel, and so forth and so on.
They want to keep Israel, blah, blah, blah.
But a lot of it just...
Playing doesn't make any sense unless you understand that their purpose for behaving in the way they do, these Jews, is to inflict suffering, mass suffering, cosmic suffering on human souls so that they can be harvested and the powers of darkness can feed on them.
Our Christian comrades have often referred to the Jews as being satanic.
I'm not claiming that Bill White is some kind of prophet, but I have to admit, his viewpoint, his version of that makes sense, and it's something we might want to think about, especially when the time comes for us to decide what we're going to do about the situation that we find ourselves in.
Damn, I really went old Grandpa Simpson there, didn't I?
I suppose I need to start writing a script again.
But our time is up for this week's edition of Radio Free Northwest.
This program is brought to you by the Northwest Front, Post Office Box 2188, Bremerton, Washington, 98310.
Or you can go to the party's website at www.northwestfront.org.
This is Harold Covington, and I'll see you next week.
Until then, Sarsha Underban.
Freedom.
Thank God it still is beating hearts in manhood's morning noon.
Who would follow in their footsteps at the rising of the moon?
At the rising of the moon, at the rising of the moon.
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