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July 12, 2018 - Radio Free Nortwest - H.A. Covington
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Oh, then tell me, Sean O 'Farrell, tell me why you hurry so.
Push your vocal, push and listen, and his cheeks were all aglow.
I bear orders from the captain, get you ready quick and soon, for the bikes must be together by the rising of the moon.
By the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon, For the bikes will stay 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 to you and me.
One more roar for signal, token whistle, up an arching tune, For your bike up on your shoulder by the rising of the moon, By the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon, With your bike up on your shoulder by the rising of the moon.
Out from many a mud wall cabin eyes were watching through the night, Many a man's chest was throbbing for the blessed warning light.
Walkers passed along the valleys like the man she's lonely crew, And a thousand blades were flashing at the rising of the moon.
Out from many a man's chest was the same.
It's July the 12th, 2018.
I'm Harold Covington, and this is Radio Free Northwest.
And yeah, that means that this week, in honor of the glorious 12th, we'll be featuring Ulster Loyalist music on the show.
Okay, I've been getting two basic kinds of feedback on a show recently.
The first category is highly positive.
Many of you really like the extended readings I'm doing for...
Also, you really enjoy it when I gaze into my crystal ball and Daddy tells you a story about the land of the Big Rock Candy Mountain, which will just sort of happen one day without anybody actually having to do anything, and then we can all live happily ever after.
In the big rock candy mountains, there's a land that's fair and bright, where the handouts grow on bushes, and you sleep out every night, where the boxcars all are empty, and the sun shines every day, on the birds and the bees and the cigarette trees, the lemonade springs where the bluebird sings in the big rock candy mountains.
That and the gossip about people on the alt-right, both today and in the past, You really eat up.
The average white nationalist's appetite for gossip is insatiable.
Now, on the other hand, I get people telling me I'm being too negative, and I'm blackpilling you, I'm making you uncomfortable by telling you things you don't want to hear, yada, yada, yada, which I actually can kind of see where these people complaining about this coming from.
Trouble is, my duty station is not to tell you what you want to hear, but what you need to hear.
And a large part of the reason that so many of you need to hear it is because you don't want to hear it, if you follow.
So, here's what we'll do.
I'll try to balance out the Big Rock Candy Mountain stuff with the stuff you actually need to hear and to listen to and to learn about, in case you ever get tired of waiting for somebody else to do all this for you, and you make the decision to change the man you are into a man that your great-grandfather would have recognized.
Yeah, I know that's a clumsy metaphor, but it's accurate, I think.
Okay, I'll start with a reading from one of the Northwest novels.
This is the opening chapter of the second Northwest independence novel, A Distant Thunder.
The title is The Turning Wheels.
At the end of the 20th century, there was a Japanese college professor named Francis Fukuyama.
He wrote a long intellectual and très chic essay called The End of History that became quite famous.
Francis Fukuyama was an intellectual whore who sold his mind for money.
He was a tame academic who sucked up to the wealthy and powerful of his era big time.
He told them what they wanted to hear, and he reaped their largesse.
When the blank-faced white men in the silk suits said jump, Francis Fukuyama asked how high.
When the suits said run, Francis Fukuyama asked how far.
He politely avoided the mildly disturbing term plutocracy and substituted a much more fashionable practice of publicly referring to the wealthy, corrupt, amoral, incompetent, discreetly homosexual Anglo-Zionist corporate ruling of the late 20th century by the grotesque name of liberal democracy.
It was, of course, neither liberal nor democratic, but truth didn't matter in those days.
Fukuyama argued that liberal democracy was the final form of human government for all time to come.
He claimed that the allegedly irresistible combination of liberal democracy and multinational capitalism had triumphed over all other competing systems such as monarchy, fascism, communism, national socialism, welfare state socialism, and of course that nasty Islamic theocracy of the ignorant Arab peasants that persecuted poor little helpless Israel so.
History was now at an end, Professor Fukuyama told the world.
All that remained was to formalize that fact by taking care of a few little details and getting everybody on board and whipped into shape.
Then once we got rid of all those picky little odds and ends like race and religion and culture and morality and the traditional nuclear family, in other words, once we destroyed all that makes humanity truly diverse in the non-politically correct sense of the term, Then all the nations of the earth would boogie down in one great conga line onto the great worldwide Euro-American consumer plantation.
There mankind would graze in the grass, dancing and singing and blowing dope and fucking everything with a pulse, bathed in the warm, soothing glow from the television.
The very flow of history itself would cease, and the Garden of Eden would be reborn.
But instead of a serpent in our new paradise, we'd have only Ronald McDonald.
The world would henceforth and forever be benevolently ruled from the corporate boardroom by pale, unseen beings in expensive suits, while at their shoulder for spiritual guidance whispered the holy rabbi Hyman Hebelbaum from Temple Schmakel, wearing his little blue and white knitted beanie, his heart filled with the brotherhood of man and confidant in his ancient Talmudic knowledge of what is best for us all.
Wrong, asshole!
Dead wrong!
The United States of America into which I was born was all a lie.
A cheap, shoddy, vicious, evil lie that deserved nothing but bloody death at the point of a sword.
In the United States of America, if you had a white skin and a dick on you, if you had no money, then you were nothing.
Get back, redneck.
No one cared about you.
No one would lift a finger to help you.
And all you were good for was to fix the rich people's appliances and toys.
You were raw material for biped swine in suits to make money for themselves off your sweat and your pain.
You lived your whole life like a dog.
You were beaten like a dog, and you died like a dog.
Well, by God, we showed those rich sons of bitches and their smart Jew lawyers and their pet monkeys that dogs have teeth.
Oh, yeah.
Amazing what a few well-placed bullets and a dab or two of Semtex under some rabbi's kosher touches can do to get the wheels of history jump-started and turned back on track.
My name is Shane Ryan.
I was one of those little details that Fukuyama and his kind could never quite take care of.
I was a Northwest volunteer.
This is how we started the wheels of history turning again.
you Thank you.
What next?
What next?
How about a little crystal ball gazing?
I know you guys always like that.
How about I speculate for a bit on what might happen over the next few months and the next couple of years, politically speaking.
For many decades, I was like everybody else.
I sneered at system politics because it had nothing to do with anything in our world.
But now things have...
Progressed, or maybe we should say deteriorated to the point where they've sunk low enough and we've risen high enough to where our two worlds are beginning to touch at a few points.
Not many, but a few.
Now, this may sound a little repetitious, like some stuff I've said before, since I think we have in fact dealt with...
Some of these topics before, but my opinions on this should probably be stated and restated with some degree of regularity so that we can see just how accurate a prophet I am.
First off, as to how President Trump is doing on keeping his promises, draining the swamp and reversing the destruction wrought by almost 80 years of liberalism and Jewish social engineering, I give him a doubtful C in most things and a D in others.
But always, always with Trump, I say again.
You have to remember what the alternative was.
Look, dudes, I know how some of these things I say sound.
They're kind of bad optics.
Audio can be optics if you get my drift.
Anyway, for the umpteenth time, let me make something clear here.
I am not defending Donald Trump.
I never drank the Trump Kool-Aid or got on the Trump train.
Check all my pre-2016 election RFNs and thought crime posts and tweets if you don't believe it.
I'm quite clear on the fact that if he sees it as needed or convenient, he'll throw us under the bus so fast it'll make our heads spin.
He hasn't even answered the letter I wrote to him 17 months ago asking him to pardon Bill White.
Yes, Trump has his nose crammed so far up Israel's ass it's brown, but then we knew that beforehand, didn't we?
I mean, for crying out loud, the man's daughter is a converted Jew, and he has Jews in his family.
Yes, Trump is erratic and quite possibly not in his right mind, but holy moly, do none of us remember that whiskey-sodden little drunk Jug-Ears Bush?
He started the Iraq War.
To fulfill biblical prophecy and kickstart Armageddon to make Jesus come back for Christ's sake.
Pardon the expression.
Our expectations of Trump have always been way too high due in large part to the fact that the media has always portrayed him falsely as one of us, quote unquote, when in fact he never was.
At this time ten years ago, Donald Trump was a registered Democrat and all palsy-wowsy with both Clintons.
He used to play golf with Bill for God's sake.
I would have loved to have been a fly on the caddy's golf cart during some of those conversations.
But, like most people, we in our We Little movement were so desperate for something, anything, that looked like some kind of progress, never mind anything that even vaguely resembled victory.
Anything that might indicate that we hadn't completely wasted our lives trying to stop something that was pretty much a done deal after 1945, which I suspect is a fear that we've all harbored at one time or another.
Donald Trump did one thing for us which nothing can ever take away from him.
He gave us November the 8th, 2016.
It was the high point in his career and so long he doesn't start a nuclear war and destroy the whole planet to piss off the failing New York Times, I'm willing to put up with four years of bullshit in exchange for that One incredibly glorious night when, for the first time in my lifetime, and I suspect most of yours, we all saw these evil people who have done so much harm in the world lose.
God, I am so tired of bad people winning all the time.
I'm even willing to grasp basically a false straw like November the 8th.
At long last, we saw their tears and heard their screams of frustrated rage.
At long last, they got a taste of their own medicine, and it was beautiful.
Whenever I get depressed, I get online, go to YouTube, and watch it all over again.
Andy, if you want to lay an RFN audio segment on me reminding us all what a disastrous President Trump is, that's fine.
I don't disagree with you.
I just can't forget that brief, heady experience of something that had at least the taste of victory to it.
True, it was an artificial flavoring full of empty calories and refined sugar and processed chemicals and all kinds of stuff that's bad for you.
Kind of like a political Twinkie.
But when a child has never in his life tasted a cake or a candy bar, a single Twinkie is a kind of a revelation from God, so long as you don't have to make a steady diet of them.
All that being said, Trump is at least making an apparently sincere effort to enforce this country's immigration laws for the first time in two generations.
The illegals are afraid of La Migra again, and that's something.
I'm waiting for some visible and tangible sign that it's actually doing any good.
I'm not quite sure what that sign would be.
Maybe something like, maybe rent in certain American cities drops down to where poor people can afford to live there again because the illegals who have been snapping up all the rental housing in the country are being expelled in significant numbers.
Now, there seems to be some anecdotal evidence in the shape of this allegedly booming economy now that entry-level jobs are available to Americans again, but I'm never sure how much of that Drudge Report stuff or anything else can be believed.
Unfortunately, most of the illegals who are fleeing seem to be running to Canada or other states within the Union, not back to wherever the fuck they came from.
Remember, deportation is useless if they're just going to slither into another white country.
The object of biopolitics must be to return all of these creatures whence they originally came and then keep them there.
Trump hasn't gotten his promised wall going yet, but that's mostly not his fault in view of the massive opposition he's gotten from the power structure in the deep state.
They just won't give him the money for it.
I suspect they're simply not going to allow him to do it.
Period.
End of story.
To my personal disappointment, he has made no attempt at all to carry out his pledge to arrest and prosecute and imprison or execute Hillary Clinton.
A couple of days ago, there was an article in the New York Post that the Hildebeest may be rising again and considering another run in 2020.
When should we, what, 74-75?
If that happens, then the whole world is going to regret Donald Trump not keeping his promise there.
Now, the Democrats, and I think a few treacherous Republicans, are still plotting a coup leading to the forcible removal of the duly elected President of the United States.
The big question, of course, is how Trump's base of 62 million people will react to that if they succeed.
The Saurons seem to be placing a blind faith in this character, Robert Mueller, the special prosecutor.
They are obsessed with him, clinging to him like grim death.
For the past 14 months in the left-loon blogosphere, it's been Mueller this and Mueller that and Bob Mueller, savior of mankind, kind of thing.
Apparently...
Mueller has in fact found no evidence at all of any kind of collusion on the part of Trump himself with Russia, most likely because there's nothing to find.
He has indicted a number of Trump's former cronies and White House officials for common or garden-variety corruption, evidently having nothing to do at all with the 2016 election or his original remit, never mind alleged Russian tampering.
The whole Russia angle of the story seems to have disappeared from the media.
Those indicted include a former general and a war hero who was foolish enough to accept an early White House position, and so he's being punished for that now.
There's a corrupt businessman who was his former campaign manager, and a really obnoxious Jewish lawyer.
Mueller did this in an effort to blackmail and pressure these men into writing out the president, but so far nada.
Now, so long as Trump is smart enough not to submit to any questions from this bozo, looks like he'll be alright.
If he is, in fact, stupid enough...
To sit down to an interview with Robert Mueller, then his chances of survival just dropped dramatically, even more so if it's under oath, which I simply can't imagine him being dumb enough to do, although hubris has always been a part of Donald Trump's makeup.
Whatever Trump actually says, Mueller will claim he lied, which is obstruction of justice, and that in itself will become the basis for the impeachment proceedings.
Russia will just disappear off the radar completely.
I rather doubt that Trump would be stupid enough to leave any dropped breadcrumbs on something like that, even if he did get a helping hand from Big Bear.
And by the way, I for one wouldn't care if he did.
Keeping Hillary Clinton out of the White House was a moral imperative that transcended any other consideration.
And if Vladimir Putin did give this country a helping hand in that, then he deserves a vote of thanks.
But Team Soros still hopes to use Congress to stage a quasi-legal coup d 'etat through impeachment.
In order to do that, the Democrats have to win the House of Representatives this fall so that they can bring impeachment charges there, and they have to win control of the Senate so that they can convict in the trial phase.
Although I suspect that if the opportunity arose there, they would have the backing of some treacherous rhino Republicans.
Now, that's why the coming midterm elections, now that the primary season is through, are going to get incredibly vicious, possibly even more than 2016 itself, because without gaining control of both houses of Congress, they don't have a chance of getting rid of Trump through any legal means.
That means he will survive to run again in 2020 if he chooses to.
Although, if I were Trump, I'd pull one last freakout against these people and decline to run for a second term.
So, he would retire from the field undefeated.
That would be something, a hell of a legacy for the history books.
This guy runs for public office one time in his life, and that for the greatest office of all.
Against all odds, he wins, and then he hangs up his gloves and never gives the bastards a rematch.
Now, suppose the Democrats do not get control of both houses of Congress in November.
That's when things are going to get really interesting, because the left loons have been living in a state of Mueller-induced denial for two years now.
Every day on Salon and Slate and Hufflepuffets, Mueller this, Mueller that.
Bob Mueller is the savior of all mankind.
Bob Mueller is closing in on Trump.
Bob Mueller has the goods on Trump.
Yadda yadda yadda yadda.
It's become a kind of a mantra with them, and once they're forced to come to grips with the fact that nobody's getting impeached, and that they're not going to be able to use legal means to get rid of Trump, then they'll at least contemplate using illegal means.
I am convinced that if all hope of removing Donald Trump from office through legal means vanishes in the minds of these evil people, they will arrange for him to be murdered.
They will arrange for the killer to be a white male, possibly a traditional loner of the Lee Harvey Oswald or John Hinckley type, but these days he will most likely be a white male with some nebulous and most likely fraudulent connection to the alt-right.
He will get a mysterious phone call one day telling them that he has miles to go before he sleeps and instead of going and shooting up a school full of children, he'll go for the President of the United States.
Now the question is, if that happens, how will the people who voted Trump into office react when the elites in the deep state decide to undo the one perceived victory that they've ever had in their lives?
We are nowhere near ready enough to act, and I'm not going to insult anyone's intelligence by claiming that we are, but we need to be prepared at least to offer what guidance we can to our own people if and when that comes.
If and when this whole ball of wax just dissolves.
And it might.
We are now living in times so degraded and so unstable that a cataclysmic event can be triggered by some obscure little Sarajevo-type event anywhere in the world.
We need to be aware of that always, and always be ready to seize whatever opportunities may present themselves.
If you've ever seen any documentaries or newsreel footage or whatever of the trouble in Northern Ireland, you will have seen that they've got these big, huge wall murals on the walls of houses and buildings in the various Catholic and Protestant areas of places like Belfast and Derry.
I remember I used to see a really big one coming through Straban on my way through the north when I was taking the bus up from Dublin to Donegal.
And depending on what kind of neighborhood it is, the wall murals will either be celebrating the heroes of the 1916 Rebellion or the Ten Hunger Strikers from 1981.
But in the Protestant areas, the big hero is always King William of Orange, King Billy, as he's called, who defeated the Catholics in 1690 at the Battle of the Boyne.
I forget who does this, but the song is called King Billy's On The Wall.
There's a famous painting now that everybody knows.
It stands upon a cable wall over Sandy Road.
In memory of King William and Brother Newton joined.
They fought for our deliverance at the Battle of the Boyne.
King Valley's on the Wall.
King Valley's on the Wall.
He stands so high, shines so bright, he lights up the falls.
There's millions come to see him, they stand and gaze in awe.
They remember 1690, he plays on the wall.
Well, there are slogans painted in red, white and blue.
They tell the Pope where he can go and what he can do.
Well, that's a different class.
Go stick below our armor road and stick it up your ass.
King Belay's on the wall.
King Belay's on the wall.
He stands so high, shines so bright.
He lights up the falls.
There's millions come to see him.
They stand and gaze in awe.
They remember 1619.
King Belay's on the wall.
Well, the next time you're an oster, won't you come and have a look?
Stand beside that mural and have your fortitude.
Then put it on your mantelpiece or hang it in your hall, so that all the world can see King Blaze on the wall.
King Blaze on the wall.
King Blaze on the wall.
He stands so high, he shines so bright, he lights up the falls.
There's millions come to see him, they stand and gaze in awe.
They remember 1690, King Valet is on the wall.
King Valet is on the wall, King Valet is on the wall.
He stands so high, he shines so bright, he lights up the falls.
There's millions come to see him, they stand and gaze in awe.
They remember 1619, King's Ballet's on the wall.
The End
The End King Valet is on the wall.
King Valet is on the wall.
He stands so high, he shines so bright.
He lights up the falls.
There's millions come to see him.
They stand and gaze at all.
They remember 1619.
King Blaze on the Wall King
Blaze on the Wall Good evening.
Tonight I'm going to be discussing Harrell's favorite dystopian novel, 1984.
And I'm going to avoid saying comrades because then I'm going to sound too much like a character from this novel.
Now, as we all know, 1984 was written by George Orwell.
However, it appears that his real name was Eric Blair.
This is a vision of a futuristic Oceania, which is really, in a way, the British Empire, but it's called essentially Oceania in this book.
And this is about a state that is strongly akin to Stalinism.
And I say Stalinism because it has this fear of the past, which is more characteristic of left-wing groups than what we term right-wing groups.
Now, essentially, the residents of Oceania can be classed as inner party, outer party, and proles.
And this question of freedom is really somewhat limited, really, to the outer party, because the inner party, they make the most of limited resources, and they do whatever they want, really.
Now, the proles are simple people, and for a time, Winston hopes that the proles That they're going to rebel against the state.
They're going to start a revolution.
But proles, in actual fact, they're simple people, and they really don't threaten the party, and thus they're left alone.
And so really, they're quite free.
They really don't need to rebel.
But the ones who really have it tough, they're the outer party.
Now, they're under intense surveillance all the time, and the inner party demands their loyalty.
But the outer party, they've really got very little to show for it, except for a pair of blue overalls and a chance to work in a government ministry.
Now, as we know, in this book we meet Winston, and he's a government news editor.
He's troubled by the government's approach to the truth.
The facts, they really change the government's convenience.
And even seemingly obvious facts are altered seemingly on a whim.
However, it isn't really so much whim, but it's the changing frontiers in this perpetual war, either between Eurasia and East Asia.
However, in a way, we're not really even sure if the war is real or not, because people in the part of Oceania that Winston is in, they don't really get any news except what's filtered by the government.
At this point, we meet Winston.
He doesn't have much to lose at all.
He was married at one point, but at this point he's separated from his wife.
Apparently his wife is alive.
However, we don't really know that for sure.
Winston believes that she's alive.
She's apparently disappeared.
Winston isn't doing too well.
He's 39. He makes a point of telling us that he has a throbbing leg ulcer and he's also got missing teeth.
So he's not so socially desirable anymore.
However, he meets a mysterious co-worker by the name of O 'Brien.
And O 'Brien poses as some kind of a revolutionary.
Now, even more odd, I think, is the fact that around this time, he meets this younger woman by the name of Julia.
And they start to have a very passionate affair.
Now, Julia is the one that initiates this affair.
She claims to enjoy gaming the system, and she really wants to thumb her nose at the anti-sex league.
She wants to be a member on the one hand and have affairs on the other.
But we notice that Julia is really very active in the outer party, and I almost wonder, reading this book now that I'm older, because I read this book when I was in junior high also, I started to wonder for a time if Julia might even be a plant.
But as I read on in this book, I'm not sure I see any evidence of that.
At any rate, it's quite odd, because when Winston gets a copy of the infamous Goldstein book, A book that was supposedly written by a universally hated Goldstein, Winston reads sections of this book to Julia and she promptly falls asleep.
Now this happens only days after Julia takes vows of revolutionary zeal right in front of O 'Brien.
O 'Brien, as it turns out, he's not a revolutionary at all and indeed he wants to help rehabilitate Winston.
The Goldstein book, at least this is what O 'Brien claims, he claims it was written by the party.
And as we all know, Winston is subjected to torture, and once he's mentally broken, he gets released.
At one point after his release, he winds up meeting Julia again, but any residual attraction is eclipsed by the news of the war on the telescreens.
At this point, Winston is hoping for a Eurasian victory.
He's hoping that it might destroy Oceania.
But Oceania claims victory, so at this point, Winston gives up and decides that he's going to love Big Brother.
We're all aware of this novel.
We've all heard of it.
It's very famous.
But one might wonder why Harold is so enamored with this novel.
Indeed, a lot of people would probably call that ironic because a lot of people would probably accuse Harold of wanting a dictatorship similar to what this book warns against.
So why does Harold, why is he so fixated with this book?
And from knowing Harold as well as I do, I would say that Harold has a strong libertarian bent in his thinking, and so he's very concerned with the notion of surveillance and dictatorship in this book, even though, again, someone would probably say that Harold would want a dictatorship like this.
But I think he's too much of a libertarian for that.
I also know that Harold is very concerned, and this is a concern that comes up in his literature all the time.
I do have to say that historically, modern megastates are concerned with various projects, and they're concerned with ideology, so they're not always concerned with couples and family units.
When I look at National Socialism, for example, I would say that they were concerned with hegemony, and at that time, historically, of course, they were concerned with territory, and of course, eugenics, and of course, ideology.
I'm not entirely sure that, you know, any megastate is going to be super family-oriented.
You look at these states historically, and you see that they have a lot of youth groups, whether it's young pioneers, whether you're looking at the Hitler Youth.
These youth do spend a lot of time away from family and become very independent at an early age.
And you also see in these megastates a lot of opportunities for party members.
In some cases, you see individuals being given opportunities or having opportunities.
Gender roles aren't always that rigid.
Now, of course, if you look at National Socialist Germany in the 30s and 40s, yes, roles are fairly traditional.
I would say they were fairly traditional everywhere in the 30s and 40s.
But I'm not sure whether roles would have always been that traditional had 1945 concluded differently.
So, in some ways, I'm...
I tend to conclude that Harold and I see National Socialism in somewhat of a different light.
It's pointless to argue over water under the bridge.
Now, the other thing that I see in this novel, as far as something that Harold is concerned with, he's concerned with the use of language and how language can be altered and how that may affect thought.
So in this book, we see the development of newspeak.
It also is dealt with in the appendices of the book and how the development of newspeak is squeezing out any possibility for rebellion against this government.
So, all in all, I see why Harold is fascinated with this novel.
I think this novel, as I said before, it's obviously dealing with a society that is really more Stalinist than anything.
And it deals with a government that is able to strongly restrict information.
Now, as far as how well this book does or does not predict the current age that we're living in, certainly we are living in an age of a great deal of potential surveillance and a great deal of real surveillance.
We do have a kind of telescreen presence.
We have, for example, sophisticated phones and computers like the one I'm using right now, and we do have a great ability for surveillance.
On the other hand, we also have a great ability for research, which is something that is not predicted by Orwell because these telescreens It's like they can watch you, but you can't use them.
So what has happened in at least the current reality, and who's to say what the distant future will bring, but the current reality, these telescreens, if you want to call them that, are things that not only can watch us, but also we can use them.
So that's kind of the trap, because I have to use a computer, for example, to talk to you, but the computer or the cell phone or perhaps one of the newer television sets or things like that can also surveil me.
So that's an interesting sort of development.
So we always, at least at this point, we're able to get a lot of news and information.
We don't have a single source of news like they do in this book.
So that is sort of a key difference.
Yeah.
This book does not address immigration at all.
That's entirely absent from this book, and apparently that was something that Orwell did not think about at all.
And that makes him more of a, in some sense, more of a leftist thinker in that regard, because he doesn't factor in that sort of thing whatsoever.
So I hope you enjoyed this discussion.
Again, I've been talking about the ins and outs of Orwell.
Or Eric Blair, I should say, if I want to use his real name.
Novel 1984, and I'm reluctant to use the term comrade in this discussion because I'm going to wind up sounding ironically like one of the characters from the novel.
So I thank you for listening and have a good evening.
We'll be right back.
We'll be right back.
Greetings, comrades.
This is the Trucker coming at you for me.
Johnson Village, Colorado.
And this is kind of a wildlife update for those of you that are going to be on the trail with your oxen team making your journey to the homeland.
Some of the hazards that you have to watch out for, especially in Wyoming, are the jackalopes.
Man, those suckers like to dart back and forth across the trail.
They're deadly, and they make this squishing noise under the tread of your oxen team and the wheels of your wagon.
They can definitely spook your team, so beware of that.
The other thing is, please, no selfies, because Boo Boo and Yogi just love white meat, and I don't think you really want to get eaten.
We'd like to go and be able to welcome you to the homeland intact.
And not all mauled up.
And also, Bambi and Bolinkle, they like to wander out in front of your team and can easily get implanted in the grill.
Take out the radiator of your oxen.
If you hit Bolinkle at a good enough speed, I've seen them come through the windshield of your wagon, and that's not a good thing.
So, please, try to avoid hitting those, because that could ruin your whole damn day.
Well, I guess that's about it.
I got off the top of my head on the wildlife warning.
I don't see any fur-lined felines out there.
You see the occasional, especially in the plain states, the speed goats or antelope out there.
They like to dart out in front of your team also.
They're a little bit smaller than a deer.
And they can screw up your team and wagon also.
So, try not to get those.
You see an occasional goat, but they kind of tend to stay off out of the way.
You normally see those up on the hills.
But anyway, Bowlingville and Bambi just love being out there on the road.
I don't know why, but I guess it's greener grass and whatnot.
But anyway, okay, well, this is the trucker signing off from Colorado.
Have a good one, comrades.
Hope to see you out there on the trail, making your scouting trip or your migration soon.
Have a good one, and hope you had a good 4th of July.
Greetings, comrades.
This is the trucker coming at you from Colorado.
And here's some other things that you need to be aware of.
Some hazards and some obstacles on your long and slow, arduous journey across to the homeland.
First off, to start off with the natives.
When you first start your journey around the Chicago area, there at the bottom of Lake Michigan, the natives there have really dark skin, and they're very territorial.
And they love shooting things up, like your wagon.
So make sure you have good ballistic protection against them.
And then farther on, you have the Redman.
They don't like you crossing their territory either, but they just shoot at you with bows and arrows.
Then the other ones, the river crossings, you have the other people that have come ahead of you that like going and charging tolls at the choke points where you cross the rivers.
They're called Democrats.
They're money-hungry.
And out there in Redman territory, you also have to watch out for the big roaming herds of buffalo that go and stampede for days across there.
So make sure you hobble your livestock.
So they don't end up getting swept away in the herd and trampled.
Also, you have to worry about those big, giant-hugest thunderstorms that we have rolling across the plains.
Now, if you see this dark mass on the horizon, especially if it's coming your way, go and pound extra ten stakes in.
Make sure your wagons are well tied down, because a lot of times they'll have really strong winds that go in a circular fashion called tornadoes.
And they will sweep things away, like small children and wives.
And like I say, hobble your livestock so they don't wander off.
And make sure you put goodly amounts of rocks around your wagon wheels so they don't move at all and get shift position and stuff.
So those are just some of the hazards you have to look forward to on your long, arduous journey.
Four to six month journey across the United States coming to the homeland.
So I hope you're up for it.
Make sure you have plenty of ammunition, your body armor for Chicago area, and your protection against your chain mail and stuff, and armor for the post-narrow so you don't get looking like a pincushion.
But once you get here to the homeland, we're here waiting for you with open arms and all that.
So, if you take the Bozeman Trail and end up going up through Montana, and if you make it get as far as Missoula, you can stop off there at exit 99 and have a cold one at the Moose Drool Brewery.
They got some really tasty beer there.
Okay.
Well, this is the Trucker, signing off in Colorado, waiting for you to make it across, and I hope to see you on the trail, making your scouting trip to the homeland soon.
Oh, and your migration also.
All right, this is the Trucker signing off.
We're going to do what they say.
Come on.
We've got a long way to go Any short time to get back I'm crisp, I'm just a bunch of bandit run This is the Bitter Loyalist Band I've
often complained in the past about the difficulty of being able to conduct a simple private conversation with all you guys that's not overheard by all the various undesirables that tune into Radio Free Northwest purely for the purpose of monitoring our activities and, if they can find a way to do so, doing harm to us.
And one of the ways in which I get around this, as many of you know, is I send out small audio files called kitchen table talks.
They're actually less than 10 megabytes in size, so I can send them as attachments rather than upload them to a site or even to sendspace.com.
Now, normally, these are things that are, well, some of them are pretty top secret, but mostly it's just me talking to you and saying things that I would like to say to you if you were sitting across from me at my kitchen table.
I sent out one on the 2nd of July of this year, and after some thought, I've decided to declassify this one.
And I'm just going to put it on here on Radio Free Northwest because I think it's something we might need to hear now.
And I want to emphasize yet again, this is not something that I have had some kind of evidence or advance warning that's about to happen.
I don't know if there is anything to this at all in the immediate sense.
I'm not telling you that there's an immediate threat because I just simply have no evidence of that.
Mostly it's just a feeling that, eh, we're about due.
Anyway, this is what I had to say last week.
Hi guys, this is Harold Covington speaking.
The date is July the 2nd, 2018, and once again, rather sooner after the last one than I had anticipated, this is a kitchen table talk.
Okay, I'm going to lay some things on you here on a kind of stand-alone basis.
No meandering, no context, because there probably isn't one.
It's most likely that I'm simply being raving paranoid, and I don't want you guys to become raving paranoid as well.
Let's just say my spidey sense is tingling and I feel the need to chat.
No, really.
Most likely, this is just me, and that's all.
That having been said, I want to go over some things with you guys, things that under no circumstances are you ever to do.
First off, If you ever hear, or if you are ever told by someone allegedly in confidence, someone who claims to know, that I have in any way ordered, incited, hinted at, or condoned the commission of a crime, it's not true.
Do not believe it and break contact immediately with the individual who is telling you this.
He is a cop or an informer.
If and when the time ever comes that I believe it's time for us to violate the precious and sacrosanct law of our lords and masters, I will tell you so myself openly.
Secondly, never ever allow your name to be legally or otherwise connected with any storage locker, storage space, or facility or premises wherein you are the legal owner, renter, or operator of record.
But where someone else has access or has a key, all of a sudden there are police fluttering warrants and bad things will be found in such spaces, things that do not belong to you and which you did not know were there.
By the same token, be very careful to whom you lend your car or your truck, and if borrowed when such vehicles are returned, search them thoroughly, including the wheel wells, the trunk, door side panels, and so forth and so on, to make sure that nothing has been added that should not be there.
Do not allow anyone to persuade you to keep anything for them in your home, your garage, your place of business, or in any storage space rented in your name.
If someone in your activity or affinity group consistently talks about illegal activity, solicits verbal responses from you or others in the group about illegal activity, Or tries to speak hypothetically about specific illegal acts directed against specific targets in an attempt to get verbal response from you or others in the group,
you must immediately order that person to be quiet and not to mention any form of illegality again.
You must also, and this is very important, state, Out loud, in clear and unmistakable terms, to make sure it's picked up by any recording devices, no, that is against the law and we are not going to do that.
I'm reminded of an old case that none of you guys would remember, the Asheville Six.
I've been told by attorneys familiar with the case that if anyone had simply told Frank Braswell to shut up and said, out loud and clear, no, Frank, we are not going to do that.
The entire case would have collapsed, and five men and one woman would have stayed out of prison.
Do not allow anyone that you haven't known for a long time and up close and personal to persuade you to store or conceal any firearms on your premises, or in any space legally associated with you, and the supplies double to any seemingly innocuous collection of common household chemicals and supplies.
It's technically possible to make explosives from a lot of things that most people have under the kitchen sink or in their garage, and almost anything can be deemed by the court to be bomb-making material.
Do not saw off a shotgun yourself.
Technically speaking, that's illegal, even when the barrel and the stock are well over legal length.
Any modifications have to be performed by a licensed gunsmith, although I'm not exactly sure what that constitutes.
Now, bear in mind that there are also state laws regarding firearm lengths.
One of the times that the FBI tried to turn someone on us, it was over a weapon that was federally legal, but about a quarter inch too short for the state of Oregon.
On a somewhat different topic, it's a very good idea to delete and scrub all of your personal social media as much as it's possible to do so.
All of it, going back to 2003 or whenever you started.
You can hire online companies that will do that.
Any social media that you use should be openly political and racial and should contain the bare minimum of personal information.
Bear in mind that anything you post there is for the ages.
If you wouldn't want it read back to you in court, don't post it.
Do not threaten anyone on social media.
Do not discuss the commission of crimes on social media even in jest or as an attempt at satire.
We're not allowed a sense of humor.
Do not threaten anyone or anything with the commission of a crime.
Not anytime, not anywhere.
Not by phone, not by email, not on YouTube, not by letter, not by leaving a nasty message on somebody's voicemail.
Don't do it.
At all.
Do not allow anyone else in your affinity group to threaten people or threaten specific criminal acts.
Threatening someone is one of the stupidest things anyone can do.
If you mean it, you're just warning your target and putting him on guard.
And if you don't mean it, you're making yourself and all the rest of us look like pusillanimous fools and cowards.
Leave all the talk about guns and revolution to me.
I'm 64 years old and I have no family they can use against me, so that's my duty station.
To that degree, yeah, you can and should hide in my shadow.
I repeat, I have no specific evidence or indication that there is any beastly activity imminent.
Just a vibe, which is probably all in my head.
Every couple of years, our friends in the silk suits always come sleazing around and try to find somebody who will tell them all about the NVA, which doesn't exist, and I figure that since the NVA doesn't exist, at some point they're going to try and fabricate one.
I haven't picked up on anything since the Donald Trump thing got serious, which probably means that the Bureau was otherwise occupied, as of course we now know that they were, thanks to the IG's report.
Now maybe this is just a sense in my mind that we're about due.
Anyway, like the old police sergeant used to say on Hill Street Blues, let's be careful out there.
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, Sasha Underban.
Or I suppose in view of the date, I should say, no surrender.
In any case, freedom.
Music by Ben Thede Come listen, my lads, as proudly we stand to remember a volunteer, a man who fought for Ulster's cause,
a man who knew no fear.
He fought against all tyranny.
From the Shankill Road he came.
Proud and loyal to the end, Noel Kinner was his name.
Noel lived by loyal truth, And to God the loyal fight.
One day to the heart of the IRA, a lethal blow did strike.
Detained by the net of the Yard, you see, who took the old dog away.
But Noel did stand against her heavy hand, not a word to them did say.
When sentenced to life, there followed much strife for this great proud volunteer.
O see, in Long Cash, he guided the rest and always showed no fear.
Taking up the fight By day and night With the men of number five He swore to one and all His land would never fall To those evil Just as he lived,
he gave all he could give, no surrender was his cry.
So mind you, lads, who these words I have said about this brave volunteer.
In Dundunnel he sleeps, watching over our streets, in the town he loves so dear.
Watching his comrades now carry the fight to keep old Ulster free.
Watching over them all as they answer the call for Ulster and Liberty.
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