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Nov. 29, 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, O 'Farrell, hush and listen, and his cheeks were all aglow.
I bear orders from the captain, get you ready quick and soon, for the bikes will ski together by the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon.
The Rising of the Moon
With your body Greetings from the Northwest Homeland, comrades.
The date is Thursday, November 29, 2018.
I'm Andy Donner, and this is Radio Free Northwest.
for the blessed warming light.
Farmers passed along the valleys like the man she's lonely crew.
And a thousand blades were flashing at the rising of the moon.
At the rising of the moon.
At the rising of the moon.
And a thousand blades were flashing at the rising of the moon.
you For your listening pleasure today, comrades, I have pulled Radio Free Northwest number 11, dated April 8, 2010.
I've pulled this episode in particular because there is a marked uptick in the number of communications, both RFN comments and every other sort, directed at the party, indicating newer people think we're advocating some sort of system politics approach.
Nothing could be further from the truth, and I think it's about time we had spaced repetition on the subject of guerrilla warfare theory.
Enjoy.
Okay, as I mentioned last week, a lot of you have been asking me about the arrests that took place in Michigan and Indiana and Idaho a week ago Sunday.
Big hoopla, black helicopters in the sky, a lot of thugs running around in black body armor waving automatic weapons, it looked like something out of Star Wars.
A lot of Jack Bauer wannabes appearing on television and acting like they're big and bad.
Mugshots of stunned white men and one woman who look like deer caught in the headlights, who clearly, from the expression on their faces, still have no idea what the hell's going on.
I'm sure we all know the drill by now.
Eight members of a so-called Christian militia called the Huttery.
Hootery?
I don't know how you pronounce that.
It doesn't seem to be an actual word, just something these people made up.
Anyway, eight of them were arrested on a charge of allegedly conspiring to assassinate a cop and then wipe out the funeral when all his law enforcement buddies showed up.
How exactly this was supposed to fulfill the biblical prophecy or bring on the apocalypse or slow down that stupid nigger in the White House in any way hasn't been explained to us.
Probably for the excellent reason that it wasn't their idea.
The media have confirmed that there was a federal informant involved, and that pretty much means that the whole silly conspiracy was non-existent.
The informer made it all up and instigated the whole thing, so what else is new?
It is, of course, pure coincidence that these arrests took place at a time when the Democrats were whining and moaning about alleged threats of violence against them from white people who are pissed off at the fact that they snuck socialized medicine through Congress using outright bribery and an assortment of parliamentary tricks.
These arrests fit in very nicely with the central message.
Anyone who opposes Obama is a violent nutcase who's planning on murdering police officers.
Not anyone who actually means anything to the system, of course, and they must therefore be put in...
As an aside, that's usually the first indication of the presence of a federal informant when these things hit the media.
When the charge that the regime brings against someone is that far-fetched and outlandish...
And when the alleged criminal activity is directed against some minor or sympathetic or ridiculous-sounding target, not directed against a big-name senator or anyone who actually holds any power or any target that might actually affect the regime, then that's usually an indication that the case is fabricated from the get-go.
The regime's secret police fabricate cases like this all the time, but they usually don't want big names and big targets involved in the script because that makes the falsification of evidence and whatnot a bit too complicated.
I noticed that those so-called plots to kill Obongo from back during the 2008 campaign have simply vanished right off the radar.
So far as I know, they haven't even come to trial yet.
In fact, I'm not sure any of those cases even actually existed at all.
The one where the skinheads were going to try and kill our man-child president while wearing sequined white tuxedos and top hats?
That was a little bit over the top even for the Huffington Post and Salon Magazine.
I noticed they've kept really quiet about it, and if it had come to court, and if it was genuine, I'm sure Arianna Huffington and Joan Walsh would be yapping about it like chihuahuas on crack.
If the FBI or DHS make up big names in these funny racist plots, if they allege plans to vaporize Nancy Pelosi with an alien death ray on the floor of the House of Representatives, that kind of nonsense, it makes the case a bit too high profile, so inconsistencies and flaws in the hoax might start to show up at trial.
Of course, that's on the wild, off chance that the victims can somehow acquire a decent defense attorney.
The worst one of these I ever ran across was when the FBI sent a bunch of Glenn Miller's people to prison, with Miller's help, I might add, on a charge of conspiring to rob a pizza hut.
Yeah, sometimes it gets that ridiculous.
And then, of course, there's always the possibility that some of the peasants might get ideas and really conspire to do something the FBI or DHS can't infiltrate in time.
And they might end up actually inconveniencing or maybe even harming some people who have money.
And we can't have that now, can we?
I've often suspected that's what happened in Oklahoma City.
That truck bomb was never supposed to go off.
It was supposed to be found by the bomb squad at 6 o 'clock that morning, which is why the bomb squad was seen in the Federal Building parking lot at 6 in the morning.
John Doe No. 2 was supposed to keep an eye on McVeigh, but he lost his nerve and bailed early, which doesn't surprise me.
And McVeigh, who wasn't in on the grand scheme of things and thought he was really living the Turner Diaries, rigged up a detonator that actually worked.
Hmm.
Is that violating my court injunction?
Probably, since I don't think that particular speculation has the kosher seal of approval from the courts.
Out of hell with it.
Anyway, this Michigan thing is one of those cases where I'm expected to comment on the obvious, but all too many of our people don't seem to be able to grasp the obvious, so it appears necessary.
All I know about this case is what I read in the mainstream media, which is admittedly a highly suspect source, but nevertheless, I'm 95% certain I can tell you more or less what happened.
This is one lesson that we seem absolutely incapable of learning.
We have been failing this exam for decades, and the story never seems to change.
I can tell you exactly what happened because I have seen this same scenario so many times down through the years.
We seem completely incapable of learning.
It's kind of like I'm stuck in that movie Groundhog Day where the same events just keep on repeating themselves over and over, except unlike Bill Murray, I can't find a way to get out of the loop.
Really, guys, this same story has been played out so many times, it's not even approaching funny.
And we still don't seem to have learned a goddamn thing.
Our little white movement here isn't very good at most things, but we do have one great talent at which we excel.
We are absolute aces at demonstrating how not to do it.
Negative lessons can be a benefit, of course, if we can learn from them.
But learning from our constant mistakes is an ability we don't seem to be able to develop.
I suppose I should say right now, I know none of you militia or survivalist types or order wannabes out there are going to listen to me.
I've come to accept down through the years that the gods have afflicted me with the curse of Cassandra.
I speak the truth and it goes in one ear and out the other.
Either this changes, or 100 years from now, every bipedal inhabitant of this North American continent will have skin the color of shit.
Nonetheless, it is my duty to speak on.
Now, I know what happened to these people.
I know it just as surely as if I was sitting there when it happened, because I have seen it time and time again over the last 37 years.
This so-called militia had all the usual problems that white Americans have when they embark on this trail.
Americans have no idea at all how to organize for revolution, how to motivate for revolution, or how to behave as revolutionaries in a genuine underground pre-revolutionary environment.
It's not in our history.
Revolution has been attempted only twice in this country's history.
Only once successfully.
And on both of those prior occasions, the attempts were led from the top down by politicians and lawyers and professional men and businessmen, by educated men of property and status.
America has never experienced any attempt at revolution by any race or class of people who are genuinely on the bottom as white Americans are today.
And we don't have the slightest idea of how to go about it.
Now, this isn't to say that a genuine bottom-up revolution can't be accomplished.
Of course it can.
It's been accomplished repeatedly over the past century, but we just haven't got a clue how to do it.
And we think we're organizing a rotary club.
Now, the first problem these huttery people had was complete carelessness.
Their website is still up on the internet, and there I see pictures of people in camouflage uniforms out in the woods somewhere displaying and brandishing weapons.
Why?
Why did these people do that?
Why would anyone do that if they were serious, warning the enemy of their presence?
Do we not understand that such behavior is not only childish and bloody stupid, it is potentially lethal?
What the hell is wrong with these people?
And before anyone refers to my Northwest novels or Colonel House's Brigade and other books and videos that the Northwest Front puts out, my novels are fiction.
My characters are fiction.
They are not real people posing on real websites with real guns and subject to real arrest and real prison from real secret policemen.
The FBI cannot arrest Zach Hatfield or Kiki McGee or Cody Brock.
Now, these videos of the colonels contain IRA film clips and photoshopped cuts from the Northern Ireland troubles, as are most of the images I use on my blogs when I'm posting excerpts from the Northwest novels and so forth.
If the FBI doesn't like it, they can go run around South Armagh and try to arrest One-Shot Paddy.
Lots of luck to them.
The British Special Branch and the SES were never able to catch him.
If we did have some kind of secret army running around in the woods conspiring to free the Northwest, why in God's name would I advertise the fact on the internet or anywhere else?
One of the most bloody, stupid things Glenn Miller ever did was invite the media onto his farm to watch all his guys in camouflage blasting away with their guns.
Which resulted in all these anti-paramilitary training statutes courtesy of the ADL, and so now technically speaking, the FBI has the legal grounds to come in and arrest a Boy Scout jamboree for so-called paramilitary training.
And that's a law that can be used against any gun or hunting club if a U.S. attorney chooses to twist it around for that purpose.
Tipping your hand like that is moronic.
The FBI and the secret police must hold us in deep contempt for being such idiots.
And you have to admit, we deserve it.
These huttery people went on the internet and showed off all their toys.
They might as well have held out their wrists for the handcuffs and said, take me, I'm yours.
Now we know why the FBI selected the huttery for victimization.
They practically begged for it.
How did the informer get inside the group?
No details on that for the mainstream media, but again, I can give you an educated guess.
It's just possible that the Bureau flipped one of the Huttery members in a straight cash transaction.
After all, there can't be too many jobs left in rural Michigan, thanks to Obama, and if a man's got a family he can't feed and a mortgage he can't pay and he's looking at himself and his children living under a bridge when his house is foreclosed, he might be tempted.
The informer might be a woman whose child custody was threatened.
I wrote about that kind of situation in the brigade with Kiki McGee, and I wasn't making that up.
That part of the plot was based on at least two real incidents that I've come across down through the years.
Once when the FBI threatened to have the courts give Pat Braswell's children legally to niggers unless she testified against her husband, and once when the FBI tried to get a single mother in Oklahoma to perjure herself in court in order to convict Jack Jackson in the Shelby murder trial.
The prosecution's case against Jackson rested solely on Glenn Miller's testimony, and during the first trial, Doug Sheets had already rejected Miller as a liar and a clearly coached witness, so they were in trouble.
The woman in question was Jack's alibi witness, who could testify that Jack had been snowing snow off her front walk in Oklahoma when he was supposed to be cackin' faggots in North Carolina.
I am proud to say that both of these women rejected these federal threats against their children.
With the contempt they deserved, and Pat actually went to prison herself rather than betray her husband.
So for the record, yes, there are still a few good white women left.
The informer in the Huttery group might have been a member who was arrested for some other crime, either real or fabricated, and the feds held this over his head in order to coerce him to betray his friends and to betray common decency.
But my guess is that the informer was someone who was introduced by another member.
Over whom the feds had some kind of minor hold.
Maybe he was caught committing a minor crime.
Or otherwise, they had established some kind of grip on the guy.
And they compelled this compromised associate to show up at some meeting out around a campfire in Michigan or somebody's barn or garage with his arm around a stranger.
And he said, this is good old Joe.
Good old Joe was a patriot through and through.
I trust him and so can you.
Or words to that effect.
Now, the reason I say this is that the American secret police don't like working with amateur informers, either bribed or coerced.
They prefer to avoid that and work with tested professionals.
There's too many problems with a forced or bribed informer's morale and motivation.
There's too much pressure living a lie like that, and there's too much chance that the guy might crack or screw up or somehow give the game away.
There's a whole sort of underworld of professional freelance informers who are used in different parts of the country by various law enforcement agencies, guys who have gone under in everything from so-called white supremacist groups to drug gangs to hot car rings.
There's even now a small subgroup of Arabs and other Muslim informers for when some special agent in charge decides he wants to frame up poor old Apu down at the Quickie Mart and rack up some quick anti-terrorist brownie points with the big knobs in the DOJ back in D.C. So, once the informer gets in, then what?
No doubt he starts to agitate and see what he can stir up by way of criminal conspiracy, but mostly he's a good listener rather than a talker.
Remember, his goal is to get you and his other targeted victims on tape saying as much as possible while recording himself saying as little as possible, in case it should become obvious to even the most dim-witted jury of Joe the Plumber's that the informer is in fact the guy who's shepherding the conversation and instigating all the illegal talk.
A lot of times, the videos and audio recordings will be creatively edited to remove certain provocative remarks by the informer.
I'm learning about that myself right here on these podcasts because when I finish speaking, I go over the soundtrack with my wavepad program and I eliminate the e's and the uh's and the coughs and the burps and whatnot, so I can tell you from personal experience how easily this can be done.
Back in the old days, the J. Edgar Hoover days, as we know from the memoirs of a number of retired agents who worked under Hoover, in order to create false evidence, the FBI had to actually splice the old reel-to-reel tapes physically with a join.
But then when the cassette tape technology came along, they learned how to dub tapes using the pause function, and nowadays you can do it all digitally on a computer.
True, a real expert can tell when an audio recording has been altered, but how are these poor Huttery militia people going to afford the necessary experts with only a public defender in their corner?
A public defender who's most likely been bought off by the state and who's probably the town drunk as well.
But the main problem in these situations is what I call the Frank Braswell phenomenon, the obsessive armchair revolutionary.
Usually, he's a frustrated middle-aged man, but sometimes he's a damaged young skinhead or something of the kind who dreams of violence and revenge against everyone who's done him wrong, and who simply will not shut up about it.
He's the guy that the Informer is after, the one the Informer wants to get on tape, babbling away about making bombs and killing cops, and above all, the Informer wants to get others on tape in the same room, either casually agreeing or else saying nothing.
There have to be others present while the motor mouth is babbling away because that's what makes the conspiracy element.
Remember, legally speaking, it takes three to conspire, two to do it and one to rat.
In theory, two people can't make a conspiracy because then it's just the rat's word against the victim.
Although I suspect we're going to start seeing cases like that soon as more and more legal and evidentiary protection simply vanishes out of the court system.
I remember being told by one of the defense attorneys in the Asheville Six case back in 1981, a guy who'd listened to the endless hours of phone taps and recorded conversations, and he said that all that would have been necessary at almost any time would have been for just one of the other five people involved to speak up and say out loud where the mic could hear them, Frank, we're not going to do any of this stuff.
Now shut the hell up about it.
Just one person.
But instead, they just let him ramble on and on and on about planting bombs in shopping centers because everybody knew him and they figured, oh, that's just Frank running his mouth like he always does.
Now, I want to say again, don't get me wrong on this.
There is nothing at all wrong with revenge, either in itself or as a motivation for participation in revolutionary politics.
What is wrong is to sit around in somebody's living room or garage doing nothing but talking about it, while over in the corner sits a funny little man with a funny little tape recorder under his coat.
Although now, of course, an informer doesn't even have to wear a wire.
He or she can just do it all through a video cam cell phone.
Imagine yourself sitting in prison serving some crushing sentence just for talking, or else for not speaking up and telling some idiot to keep his yap shut.
Imagine listening to the niggers booga booga booga all around you wonder if the niggers have pissed in your food, all that kind of thing, day after day, night after night, year after year, and having to live with the knowledge that all you ever did to the people who have done this hideous thing to you was to talk.
To know that you never fired a shot, never struck a blow, and you are suffering just as terribly as if you'd actually kill someone.
The prosecutor and the judge and the informer who perjured himself, the federal agents and everybody else involved, who did this terrible thing to you, are out barbecuing in the backyard or attending their daughter's high school graduation like you never will, or doing their Christmas shopping, or watching a DVD and drinking beer, while there you sit.
And you never fired a single shot.
I think for me that would be absolutely the worst thing of all about it.
Guys, it's simple.
I've said it before.
I'll say it again, and I will keep on saying it.
We have to change.
We either learn to quit being Americans and start being bona fide revolutionaries, or that's where we're all headed.
These people have no compunction at all about setting us up, fabricating evidence, perjuring themselves on the witness stand.
To them, it's all in a day's work.
These people and the state and the society they serve are evil.
It's that simple.
There is no justice in this land, and that is why we have to fight and win.
Because our turn is coming, all of us.
Okay, first music break.
Not Irish or hillbilly this time, I think.
There's a hot little number from the fatherland written 250 years ago by none other than Frederick the Great of Prussia himself.
Alta Fritz.
Who, in addition to being Germany's most brilliant ruler in general, until the Fuhrer himself came along, was quite an accomplished musician.
This is the Hohenfriedburger Marsh, which means the Hills of Peace.
The Hohenfried Marsh
How do I protect myself from being dragged off in the middle of the night and extraordinarily rendered to a special CIA facility in Dracula's castle in Romania, where I can be tortured, simply because I speak of things that the United States government doesn't want spoken about?
Nuts.
Tell you what, let's just pretend 9-11 in the past 60 years never happened.
And let's pretend that this is still a free country where white men can actually stand up and talk about whatever they want to talk about.
It's nice to pretend sometimes.
Bearing in mind the fate of the hapless militia members we were just discussing, I'm going to tell you some things about guerrilla warfare.
Purely theoretical, of course.
Heaven forbid anyone should take my comments here as some kind of incitement to break the divinely inspired laws of our beloved lords and masters, etc., etc., blah, blah, blah.
Ishka Bible, let's take all the usual disclaimers as read, okay?
My qualifications to speak on this subject are that I have served in two armies and two wars, and I have lived in three countries, Rhodesia, South Africa, and Ireland, which were undergoing guerrilla insurgency.
Plus, I have studied history and politics and revolutionary movements as a lifelong vocation, in the hope that someday my own people might actually prove themselves Acting on the...
Highly tenuous proposition that anyone listening to this is serious, if muddled in their intentions, and they're not simply acting out middle-aged Rambo fantasies.
I'm going to give you folks a few, well, not pointers, but let's say broad and general observations on how not to wage an insurrection against a certain powerful and entrenched tyranny which shall remain nameless.
What I'm going to try and convey here is the fact that it is possible for you to prepare yourself about 95% to conduct an insurrectionary campaign of armed resistance against a tyrant and a tyrant's gun thugs without actually breaking any of the tyrant's laws up until the point where the first shot is actually fired.
I'm going to explain to you how to do that.
All of you secret policemen of various stripes listening to this ought to be thankful to me for explaining all this to these people, since, as you know, the chances that any of them will ever actually fire a shot in anger is virtually non-existent.
Let's just say I'm going to save people like those poor malicious slobs a lot of years of their lives, and I'm going to save you guys in the silk suits a lot of work, and I'm going to save the G a lot of money on your paid informers, alright?
Okay guys, here we go.
Guerrilla Warfare 101.
First and foremost, revolutionary movements, real ones, not guys running around in the woods waving their guns in the air and playing games, actual, real-world revolutionary movements act.
They do not talk.
I am presently fighting my own fight with words.
I do not pretend otherwise.
Why?
Because right now, we are completely incapable of mounting the kind of armed insurrection that could win the Northwest Republic by force.
That is the only moral and practical question that matters.
Can we win?
Right now, no, we can't.
Ergo, no armed insurrection, no lawbreaking.
Will things change in the future?
Yes, no question.
Will someone eventually succeed in overthrowing these morally deformed swine who rule us?
Yes.
Someday, will someone drag them screaming out of their cubicles where they sit listening to this podcast?
Drag them out of their plush carpeted offices, publicly gut them and hang their carcasses No doubt in my mind at all.
Yes.
These arrogant, incompetent, stupid sons of bitches who rule us are riding the back of the tiger.
They know it.
And eventually they're going to slip and they're going to fall.
And the tiger will rip them into bloody fragments.
Somebody's going to bring the Americans down.
I hope it's us.
But even if it's the Chinese or the Mexicans or the Muslims, I hope to live to see it.
I don't care if I'm in a wheelchair or lying freezing under a bridge with the other old white men that America has thrown away somewhere at the age of 85, but if I can see this abomination called America burn, and if I can hear these people's screams while they're cooked alive in their expensive suits, then I will die filled with joy and contentment.
Now, if I felt that armed revolt right here, right now was appropriate for the time and place, and for me personally, and if I felt it was the best way to achieve such a consummation devoutly to be wished, then I wouldn't be talking to you here and now.
I would be shooting.
I would not be talking about how I was going to start shooting just any old time now when the Spirit moved me.
Now, those eight people in Michigan have now found out what talking gets someone in this society.
They are going to do almost as much prison time as if they'd actually kill somebody.
Neither will I be sending people threats by email or sending talcum powder to people in envelopes nor will I be leaving threatening messages on their answering machines and getting myself a lengthy prison sentence for some symbolic gesture that most people in this country are too far rotted away in their own crapulence to understand or care about.
That is the act of an idiot.
Threatening someone at all is the act of an idiot.
If you genuinely mean to carry out your threat, then you're simply putting your target on his guard.
And if you don't mean to carry out your threat, then you're a coward and a disgrace to the cause that you purport to serve, who makes us all look ridiculous?
A large part of the lack of respect that our point of view commands in this country is due to the fact that so many of our people are pompous blowhards and posers who dress up in camouflage fatigues and wave their semi-autos in the air for the television cameras while they brag and threaten their way right into a prison cell, babbling about all the valiant deeds they're going to do at some Please, please, please.
Please, people, don't make fools of yourself and fools of the rest of us by doing this.
Just stop it.
You don't mean it, and we all know that you don't mean it.
Now, there's an old saying, don't talk the talk if you're not going to walk the walk.
I disagree.
Don't talk the talk at all under any circumstances.
Either do it and keep your mouth shut both before and after, or just plain keep your mouth shut.
Secondly, do not stockpile weapons.
Do not stockpile explosives.
Do not stockpile anything at all except for food and batteries and medical supplies and that kind of thing if you're a survivalist type.
Stockpiles of weapons and ammunition and explosives are nothing but nice, juicy propaganda plums for the organs of state security to seize and display for the media to show how big and bad and tough they are and do their Jack Bauer imitations for the cameras.
If you have a stockpile, given the poor moral character of most white people, some pale-skinned scumbag will eventually panic and rat you out to save his own wretched hide.
You will lose your stockpile and your freedom.
There will be no other result from stockpiling, because the fact that someone stockpiles indicates that they're not serious.
In an actual guerrilla war, which I repeat I have seen, weapons are to be found in the hands of revolutionaries who use them, not sitting in a barn or buried under somebody's floorboards where they simply rust away and do not affect one iota of change.
Guns are not toys.
They are not phallic symbols.
They are not substitutes for character and courage.
A gun is a toy.
Just like a wrench or a hammer or a carpenter's level.
A gun is a tool that the revolutionary uses to create change.
And like all tools, it belongs in the craftsman's hands.
No carpenter ever built a house by assembling 500 saws and hammers and half a ton of nails and then burying them all out in the woods.
Yes, yes, I know the IRA stockpiles guns and explosives.
They also lose whole arsenals every year to the Guardi and the RUC, 150 Kalashnikovs at a time, still in their original Libyan wrappings, found in some cow barn in Leitrim, that kind of thing.
The IRA stockpiles because they have a long ingrained love affair with guns for their own sake, almost as intense as that of the American right.
Although theirs is based on the long-standing British policy of prohibiting all Irish people from carrying weapons of any kind.
They tend to overdo it for psychological reasons.
Now, during the time I was in Ireland, out of possibly 2,000 active supporters, as opposed to drunken pub sympathizers who sing the old songs at closing time, the Provost never had more than about 50 people on active service at any given time in the North, and maybe a dozen or so on mainland Britain and in Europe, usually bombing units.
Their ratios of talkers to doers are almost as bad as ours.
Although, at least, they do have a few real fighters.
The IRA has always had far more guns than they have men who are willing to pull the trigger.
In the 1980s, judging from such public information as I had access to, my estimate would be that as far as firearms went, the IRA actually fired maybe 100 rounds per year of all calibers in actual combat, and that includes assassinations and kneecappings.
One average right-wing gun nut in America pisses away more M.O. than that on a Saturday afternoon exterminating beer cans out in the woods somewhere.
And yet those 50 men and 100 or so rounds per year, along with their explosives, tied down something like 50,000 British troops, police, and auxiliary for almost 30 years.
And if the provost technically didn't win, neither did they lose.
They eventually forced a major Western democracy to pay them off.
It can be done, guys.
Speaking of explosives, don't.
No disclaimers on this one, people.
Leave explosives alone unless you really, and I mean really, know what the hell you're doing with them.
The first explosives to start modern guerrilla fighters off with are Molotov cocktails and hand grenades, which are illegal to have, and so you shouldn't even have them until the line has been breached and the FBI is coming after you anyway for posting a poem on the internet or whatever.
So then it's in for a penny, in for a pound.
Anyone can find all kinds of cocktail recipes for homemade napalm and so forth all over the internet.
Hungarian teenagers did wonders with them against Soviet tanks in Budapest in 1956.
Now, Oklahoma City, notwithstanding, I highly recommend that whenever possible a guerrilla group who decides that they want to make things go boom in the night should acquire proper commercial stuff like Semtex and Dynamite, and not screw around with homemade stuff some science nerd whips up in his basement.
Yeah, I know what I said in my novels.
That's fiction.
In real life, the IRA in the 1980s went through a period where they were diddling around with bathtub gelignite and they had all kinds of work accidents and blew themselves up all over the place.
They switched to Semtex and used it to bring London almost to a standstill in the early 1990s and thus won their Good Friday payoff.
You might also remember those three idiot weathermen who blew themselves up in that townhouse in Greenwich Village in 1970.
You do not need automatic weapons.
Do not buy them.
Do not stockpile them.
Expel from your group immediately anyone who offers to procure them for you.
He is a cop.
Unless you are properly trained in their use, machine guns are more dangerous to you than they are to the enemy.
Machine guns are not toys with which to play John Wayne on the sands of Iwo Jima.
I once saw a stupid nigger at Fort Jackson come very short because he'd watched too many movies and he thought his M60 was a toy.
Automatic weapons have two specific uses in military tactics.
One is for the defense of established positions.
The other is as part of a highly trained and properly led fire team for use in fire and maneuver assaults.
If and when the balloon finally does go up, in any realistic scenario that may actually occur in real life, you are not going to be engaging in Rambo-like shootouts with police and SWAT teams and troops.
At least not more than once you won't.
You do not have that kind of skill and training level.
No, you don't.
A guerrilla movement can accomplish anything they need to accomplish to attain the initial objectives of an insurrection with other tactics and other weapons.
The trick is to learn how to fight high-tech with low-tech.
Look at the Iraqis.
A large part of guerrilla tactics consists of striking at the enemy's soft targets while avoiding direct confrontation with superior forces, not seeking it out.
In the real world, the initial stages of any kind of guerrilla insurgency in the United States, on the part of us or anyone else, will be more like mob hits or gangbanger shootings than traditional partisan guerrilla groups with bandoliers and berets.
And most of the action will almost certainly be in cities and towns rather than in the open countryside.
That's my opinion based on the present American context, anyway.
And yes, I could be wrong.
It all depends on how and when and under what circumstances the balloon really does go up, which we don't know yet.
But right now, this is just me calling it as I see it coming.
Right, music break.
Some of you guys asked for something more contemporary, so here's the theme from The Warriors.
The Warriors.
Friends, the most devastating personal weapon for close-in, hand-to-hand combat ever invented, which is what American guerrillas will be fighting at first, is the lowly shotgun, sawed off as short as possible.
When accumulating initial weaponry, which I repeat should be issued out and not stockpiled or hidden away where it can all be seized at once and carted off by the organs, The smart insurgent shopper should buy legal shotguns and handguns, a few good rifles with high-powered scopes, and a few good semi-autos, AR-180s or Kalashnikovs, old M14s if there are any still around, so forth and so on.
Buy these weapons legally and store them safely.
But do not stockpile in barns or anything that hints at illegal intentions.
Do not flourish them.
Do not display them for cameras or otherwise.
Do not let anyone know that you have them.
Do not buy guns in excessive quantity just because you like them.
Do not saw off shotguns below the legal limit until the legal line has been breached and they're already after you and you're going to prison anyway.
Then all it takes is a few minutes with a good vice grip and a metal saw.
Like I said, materially speaking, you can get yourself 95% ready to throw down with the tyrant and his hirelings without breaking a single law.
The main precaution is simple.
Do not allow any Tom, Dick, and Harry to walk into your living room or your garage without some kind of background check.
Now, we in the Northwest Front are probably the only people in the movement who actually do earn a background check on anyone who gets close enough to be assigned to an activity group.
And I don't mean just googling the guy's name on the internet, although you'd be amazed at what you can find out just by doing that.
Our system isn't perfect, and with a little effort to dummy up a background, I'm sure the organs or the SPLC could slip all kinds of spies on us, and maybe they already have.
But I intend to make them exert that effort.
The majority of the preparation that you must perform, if in fact you do intend ever to stand up for freedom, Which we all know isn't going to happen, but never mind.
Anyway, the majority of the preparation that a guerrilla fighter must perform is within himself.
Let me describe to you, in a brief summation, what guerrilla life is like.
On the subject of tactics, the motto of any guerrilla group must be, never defend, always attack, never allow the enemy to bring his superior force to bear.
By the nature of things, a guerrilla group will be facing forces which are vastly superior in numbers, in equipment, in training, in resources, and in organization.
The psychological pressure alone of living like this would send most white Americans stark raving bonkers in a week.
The guerrillas will always be outgunned on an overall level, so the trick is to make sure that at the point of contact, the insurgents always outgun the occupiers in that one small kill zone.
You will have to move in, terminate the targets, and move out.
Fast, fast, fast.
Attack!
Hit!
Hit, hit, and move, move, move.
Never go to ground.
Never hole up, or if you must, never for long in one place.
Always change hideouts every 24 hours max.
Escape and evade.
Never lose the initiative.
Make the enemy's head spin.
He should never know where you are or what you're doing or where you will strike next.
He should be stumbling after you, picking up bodies, until suddenly you turn around, lay an ambush, and hit him.
Now, I'm sure all of this sounds very romantic, and so it would be for about a week, and then most of you would get bored with it, or more likely terrified as you came to your senses, and you would want to go home and turn on the TV and forget about the whole thing.
But the problem is you can't.
Once the line is crossed, once they're coming after you to send you into living hell, whether it's for killing an FBI agent or posting a poem on the internet, you either fight on until you win or until you die, most likely that last.
Now, how many of these big, bold militia types who put their pictures on the internet wearing Sears Roebuck hunting camis and waving a semi-auto in the air can live like that?
How many middle-class white Americans can really do that?
Live like that for months and years on end?
Come on, people.
I mean, really.
The Order and the Symbionese Liberation Army lasted, what, four months, six months each, something like that?
I'm not saying it can't be done.
It can be.
I am saying that you can't do it.
Not until you undergo a spiritual transformation and become the same man that your great-grandfather was back in the day.
Until you can grow stronger.
Not just in body, but in mind and in soul.
Strong enough to live outside the herd in the lonesome forest all on your own.
Strong enough to do what has to be done and then not worry about it ever.
Strong enough to accept the imminence of death and not worry about it, ever.
Strong enough to take on yourself the burden of changing the world and to renounce everything that is material and selfish and weakening.
Until you can do all that, then stop wasting everyone's time with your silly little pictures in camouflage suits on the internet.
You will find yourself doing the time without having done the crime.
You will find yourself doing a revolutionary's prison sentence without being a real revolutionary, without ever having struck a blow at the people who will torture you every day for all those years and then go home to their sovas and their plasma TVs at night and laugh at you.
Put your guns away until you are ready to stop waving them in the air for a webcam and start pointing them at the men and the women who do such terrible evil in this land.
Either do it and keep your mouth shut, or just keep your mouth shut, period.
The basic strategy of American militia and survivalist groups, insofar as they have any, which isn't very far, is based on static defense of their communities.
Now, against urban nigger gangbangers in a civil disorder situation, or Mad Max-style outlaws in a time of total social breakdown, that may be a feasible goal.
Against the government and its enforcers, this strategy is absurd and suicidal.
Again, this assumes with a big suspension of disbelief that the present militias would resist at all instead of throwing down their guns and blubbering to the DA for a plea bargain.
Never, never, never allow yourself to be pinned down in a compound of any kind.
You will be facing the most overwhelming concentration of military and police power in human history.
Ask Randy Weaver how that worked out for him.
Ask the Branch Davidians.
Ask the Montana Freedmen.
Ask Ed and Lorraine Brown how well the federal government respected their title deed to their home.
To be surrounded is the end.
Period.
Do not rob banks.
Do not commit other criminal fundraising acts, like writing Freeman-style bad checks, until you've already established your revolutionary bona fides by several very high-profile attacks against the racial enemy, and expropriating a few bucks will be the least of the charges they bring against you, if indeed they bother to bring any charges at all.
By that time, they'll probably just gun you down when they catch you like they murdered Bonnie and Clyde and Jeff Hughes.
Remember, real guerrillas must be freedom fighters, not gangsters or bandits or thieves, and the people must perceive them as such.
If they act like a bunch of mad dog stick-up men, that is how white people will view them.
Remember, the movie we want to make here is Michael Collins, not Reservoir Dogs and not Natural Born Killers.
Violence is a means to an end, not an end in itself.
One of the worst things that ever happened to the IRA was when they were taken over by a pure gangster element, more concerned with carving up the drug and booze and protection rackets in Belfast than with driving out the British.
How does one raise initial funds, legally, without breaking any of the tyrant's laws?
I'll tell you how, and I'm not joking.
Sell the damn compound.
And when you do, don't go out and buy 400 guns and 1 million rounds of ammunition for your little group of 5 or 6 people.
Use the money to buy transport.
Vans, RVs, trucks, vehicles that can be used to move men and weapons and supplies for small fire teams who will move and strike and then escape and evade and then strike again.
You do not need land or anything else which may lead to your getting surrounded.
Land is useless to you.
Either you will most likely die and not need it, or you'll win and then you can appropriate all the land you want.
A guerrilla organization should never just go berserk and start shooting at anything that moves, or gunning down people purely out of personal hatred or lust for revenge, however much you may be morally entitled to revenge.
A guerrilla army must have a clear goal, a vision, and a plan.
A guerrilla army must be soldiers.
Not a bunch of marauding cannibals.
I occasionally make jokes about a Mad Max situation, and that may happen, but it is not what anybody in his right mind wants.
A resistance movement must establish an achievable goal before it begins.
This is where the Northwest migration has it all over everybody else, and why we will eventually become the foremost movement in the White Resistance, because we have a plan.
No one else does.
Time for our final music break.
By request, here's Saga.
No one cries for you unless you prove that you're worth it.
No one dies for you when you fight your battles on the street.
So you shouldn't have waited to ruin your inheritance.
Fight all your fights with your heart.
That's just the way it is.
Success is for those who believe.
In a happy ending you know, whatever everyone achieves.
So you shouldn't have waited to ruin your inheritance.
Fight all your fights with your heart.
On my own I can make it.
And if I can, you can.
We can all be winners.
We're on our own but still together we win the day.
With the sun and I tasted the sweetness it can bring.
Family and blood, the only thing that matters in the end.
So you shouldn't have waited to ruin your inheritance.
So you shouldn't have waited to ruin your inheritance.
Fight all your fights with your heart.
On my own I can make it.
And if I can, you can.
We can all be winners.
We'll get us with on our own but still together we will win the day.
I can't feel that good, I can't feel scared when we win this battle.
Everyone will know you dare.
On my own I can make it and if I can, you can.
We can all be winners when on our own but still together we will win the day.
On my own I can make it and if I can, you can.
We can all be winners when on our own but still together we will win the day.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh This isn't just a disclaimer.
A guerrilla movement that just starts shooting without a political and spiritual base among the people they're supposed to be liberating won't last six months.
Ask the order men how that worked out for them.
A resistance movement that does not take the time to lay a propaganda and political base won't win, and a lot have failed on those very grounds.
We have completely wasted the past 50 years, and we now have a very short time left in which to create the kind of infrastructure and the kind of base that we should have begun working on 50 years ago after Little Rock.
That is a fact.
Some of this wastage was due to sincere and hopeful expeditions down some dead ends, which, in retrospect, were pretty obvious.
The Duck Club and electoral politics are two examples that spring to mind.
Now, we have also been plagued with a series of self-appointed leaders who have been corrupt, incompetent, and dishonest.
And we're still plagued with some of these holdovers from the past.
You can yell and scream and moan and spread rumors and I'm a government agent all you want, but that's a fact as well.
Had we not wasted those 50 years, it is possible that we might be in a position now to engage in actual resistance against the regime.
We are not, and anyone who tells you otherwise is either a damned fool or a cop of some I am telling you to get your heads together and learn.
I am not asking you to die for your race.
I am asking you to live for it.
And more difficult, I'm asking you to work for it.
I know this is a message many don't want to hear.
For the sake of our future, folks, you'd best take heed.
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Freedom.
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