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Oct. 22, 2021 - Radio Free Nortwest - H.A. Covington
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Oh, then tell me, Sean O 'Farrell, tell me why you hurry so.
Hush, your vocal, hush and listen, and his cheeks were all aglow.
I bear orders from the captain, get you ready quick and soon, for the pikes must be together by the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon, for the pikes must be together by the rising of the moon.
Greetings from the Northwest homeland, comrades.
It's Friday, October 22nd.
I'm Douglas Morrison, and this is Radio Free Northwest.
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We interrupt our program to bring you this important message.
Order!
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We're gonna go!
Thank you.
Thank you.
In the name of Almighty God, in the name of a thousand generations past and a thousand more yet to come, the white men and women of America today resume control of our own racial destiny, seizing it back by force of arms from the tyranny of an alien race and their shameful hirelings of a corrupt and wicked government who have cruelly and viciously abused our people, our laws, our culture, and our civilization.
Trusting in divine aid and in the truth and the justice of our cause, we proclaim the lands of the Pacific Northwest to be no longer subject to the authority or rule of the government of the United States.
We declare that henceforth these lands shall be a sovereign and independent Aryan Republic, a homeland and a refuge for all of the white peoples of the earth.
Wherein all of the children of the sun from every one of our scattered nations across the globe shall live in peace and prosperity and dignity, free of all oppression and contamination of both the body and the spirit.
In these lands we shall at long last secure the existence of our people and a future for white children.
To our fellow white men and women, many of whom shall hate and persecute us because you have been so cruelly deceived.
We open our arms in love and forgiveness.
Brothers and sisters, I implore you, in this wonderful moment, let the scales at last fall from your eyes and let yourselves see the truth to which you have been so long blinded.
It is for you that we fight.
It is for your children and your posterity that we soldiers of the Northwest Republic will lay down our very lives without a moment's hesitation or regret.
In even the most degraded and weakened among you, you will find that the ancient fire of our racial spirit burns, however low the spark.
Open your minds, open your hearts, open your very souls, and let that spark of ancient pride and glory burn bright once again.
As for countless centuries, it burned so bright that it illuminated all the world.
To the white soldiers and police of the American military forces who will be sent to crush us by the frightened, weak, and corrupt beings who rule in Washington, D.C., we say, There is more to life than a signed paycheck.
There is more to honor.
There is more to justice.
Look into your hearts, and you will know what is right.
Many of you know already, but it's not enough merely to know what is right.
Now you must do what is right, however hard and terrible that decision will prove.
Come to our sides, my brothers in arms, and bring with you the weapons and ammunition that Zog has given you that they might be used to redeem not only yourselves but all of our folk from an unspeakable tyranny.
To the people of color who now inhabit the Pacific Northwest, we say this.
We do not blame you for coming into this land to take what is ours.
Time and again, over more than one generation, we demonstrated clearly that we were not willing to fight for our land.
Nor for the wealth that we created, nor for the homes that we built, nor for the industries and things of beauty that we had made.
Why should you not follow nature's immutable law and come in your strength to pillage from a nation so weak and supine?
In that you have lived far closer to cosmic truth than we.
We do not even blame you for seeking our white daughters, for they are the most beautiful of all God's creation and who would not want them for his own?
But that time is over now.
Let me put this as bluntly as I can.
The boss man has come home.
He has been long away, and while he's been away you have gained much from your looting of our land.
Take it.
Be glad of what you were able to get, and leave.
Leave now.
Leave while the way is still open, before white men with weapons in their hands find you and take vengeance for the evil that you have done to us.
There is nothing for you anymore in this land.
It is time for you to return to the many places whence you came.
Leave while you still can.
To the Jewish people, we say nothing.
There is nothing to say.
For you, there shall be only endless night.
To the governments and nations of the world, and especially to the government of Canada that borders on our own Northwest Republic, I will tell you flat out that this is a private fight.
Do not make the mistake of helping the Americans in any way to oppress us or do harm to the Northwest Republic.
If you do, you will be surprised at how long an arm we have.
To my comrades in arms, who now stand at my side, who have brought this day into being and who from tomorrow's dawn will resume the battle for our people's freedom.
And to all of you over the coming days who will be joining the forces of the Northwest Volunteer Army to secure the existence of our people and the future for white children, I say this.
The hard part is now over.
We have once more found in our hearts the ancient courage and hardihood of our race, and against the soul of the Aryan warrior no mercenary hireling can prevail.
The Lion has at long last awakened, and the only conceivable outcome to this battle is our total and final victory.
And those now hearing my words in Washington, D.C. know this.
The United States will bluster and bully like it always does.
The United States will swagger and boast.
The United States will beat and bomb and butcher and torture the helpless as it always does.
But the United States has already lost, and they know it.
Our hearts are no longer in chains.
And now no evil empire with a hundred times the power of the United States can keep our bodies chained to their rotten, tottering tower of wickedness and corruption.
Among our ranks there are some who practice the Christian faith, some who follow the old Nordic gods of our race, some such as myself who believe in the new dispensation of Adolf Hitler and National Socialism which was given to the world in the middle part of the last century.
And there are some who follow no God or gods at all, but who feel in their hearts our people's destiny and role in the universe, and who will play their part in the struggle purely in the knowledge that it is right.
I know that no one among you will take offense if, in this historic moment, I acknowledge the Christian faith of the founding fathers of the true America, and of the brave men of the Southern Confederacy who rose in rebellion in 1861 to defend that true American vision.
For all of us, I therefore close my address on this night of nights with lines from the 46th Psalm.
He breaketh the bow, he snappeth the spear in sunder.
I will be exalted among the heathen, I will be exalted in the earth, for the Lord of hosts is with us.
My friends, my comrades, my soldiers, my brothers and sisters, on this, the first day of Northwest freedom, I bid you all, Good night.
You should understand that from the very beginning, the party had grasped Lenin's dictum that a revolution is not a tea party.
In fact, they were just about the first white racial nationalists who did understand that since the Reconstruction Klan.
Unless you want to count the brief and glorious episode of The Order in the 1980s.
Before they could know where they were going, they had to know where they had been.
They had no idea how or when the balloon would actually go up.
It's odd that for almost three quarters of a century, we used that term, when the balloon goes up.
I think we all envisioned some gigantic apocalyptic event that suddenly changed everything from top to bottom and made all things possible where nothing had been possible before.
None of us had any idea how it would happen.
A sudden explosion of race war?
Total economic collapse with rioting in the streets?
Invasion by the Chinese?
Some ecological disaster that created zombies who shambled through the streets moaning for brains?
Flying saucers landing on the White House lawn?
No one knew.
And then, by God, it happened.
At dawn on the morning of October 22nd, United States Marshals and the Federal Child Protective Services Bureau, otherwise known as It Takes a Village, Conducted a raid on the home of Gustave and Margarita Singer on a quiet residential street in Coeur d 'Alene.
They were coming to seize the three Singer children, Swanhild Singer, who was ten, Eric Singer, who was two, and Isolde Singer, the baby.
It Takes Village used to come and steal poor white families' kids because they were religious or they had pride in their own race and sell the kids to rich people who were supporters of the government and the politically correct.
The money was called an adoption bond, and sometimes they could get hundreds of thousands of dollars for white children.
The Federals had adoptive parents selected for the Singer kids who had already put down a cash deposit.
A rich stockbroker in New York, some government bureaucrats in Washington, and Swan Hild was earmarked for two women in California.
The Singers were old believers.
And somebody had called it Takes a Village and accused the Singers of using their children in black magic rituals and teaching them to be racists by giving them Germanic names, reading them stories about the old gods of Asgard and Valhalla.
So the feds sent their goons to take the children away.
Gus Singer, up early because he was doing overtime at his job, Looked out his window and saw the federal gun thugs outside and realized what was happening, and he was able to get his hidden guns in time.
He killed one of the SWAT team when they broke down his front door, and they ran away.
But then they surrounded his house, and were about to start firing tear gas into the place, never mind that the kids were in there.
Then, all of a sudden, the windows opened up and all the houses up and down the street.
And all the neighbors who had hidden away their own guns after the Schumer Act stuck the barrels out and opened fire on the feds.
Seems that Gus Singer was a quite well-regarded man in the neighborhood because he had saved some old people a few months before when he ran into their burning home and pulled them to safety.
The neighbor people who survived later said they weren't party members.
Nobody ordered them to do it, but all of a sudden, that was just it.
They'd had enough.
That is the miracle of 1022.
Finally, finally, after all those years of crawling on our bellies and thumping our tails between our legs like whipped dogs, white men finally had enough.
Then it got on the news and...
While bullets were still flying, the local party people in Coeur d 'Alene got their own guns out of hiding and took over the government offices and television stations downtown.
They overran the police headquarters and got more guns, and the old man was flown in from Spokane in a stolen police helicopter.
He lined up every white man with a weapon, had them raise their right hand and put their hands on the Bible or Mein Kampf as their consciences dictated.
And told them they were now the Northwest Volunteer Army.
The party and the NVA proclaimed the republic and, all of a sudden, it was a revolution.
The first republic lasted 16 days before the uprising was crushed.
The second revolution took five years.
And on the anniversary of that uprising in Coeur d 'Alene, at the Peace Conference in Longview, Washington, The Northwest Republic was born on a crisp and clear afternoon in the autumn, five years to the day after the Singer family had been burned alive in their home in Coeur d 'Alene, rather than allow their children to be torn from their arms by the beast.
Five years to the day after Gus Singer's neighbors had taken guns from their hiding places and opened fire on the armed forces of the United States in order to help a good neighbor and a good man Fight against the tyranny who came in his power and his arrogance to do them harm.
Five years to the day, after white males became men again, the Northwest American Republic was born, and this song was its national anthem.
Almighty fortress is our God, a bullwark ever failing.
A helper he amidst the flood of mortalills prevailing.
For still our ancient goal doth seek to work us low, his crowns of death.
The power of grace and art with cruel hate On earth is not his equal Did we in our own strength and fight Our striving would be losing Were not the
right man on our side The man of God's own choosing Just as good that may be Christ Jesus it is thee
Lord, suffer all his name For me to raise the same And he must win the battle And all this world with their bowels filled Should threaten to undo us
We will not fear, for God hath willed his truth to triumph through us.
The Prince of darkness grim, we tremble not for him.
His grace we can endure, for though his doom is sure, one little word shall fail.
That word of all earthly parts, Lord, thanks to them abided.
The Spirit and the gifts are ours, through him who with us tideth.
Let good and good and good go, his mortal life will stop.
The body they may kill, those true, the life that still.
His kingdom is forever.
The Prince of darkness Well, happy 10-22, everybody!
I suppose this is an appropriate day to talk about the balloon going up.
What's it gonna take?
What do the American white males need to get off their asses and start doing for themselves?
To stop putting their hope What conditions need to be met for circumstances to be ripe?
Let's hear from the old man.
One of the horriest and most time-honored of the movement's sacramental beasts is the concept of when the balloon goes up.
I know I think I've gone over this in the past, but I tell you again, there's going to be a lot of repetition on here, because there are certain ideas that have to sink through.
The concept runs something like this.
The white man is completely lazy, apathetic, cowardly, dazed and confused and useless.
I have to admit, it's kind of hard to argue with that one.
He will continue to be so, so long as he has his job, his paycheck, his beer in the refrigerator, his television, and the quickie mart down the street run by Apu, where he can stock up on salty snacks for his long weekends watching niggers bounce a ball.
The white man will never, ever get up off his ass until such time as the supply of all these things is suddenly cut off by some huge catastrophe.
An economic collapse with a massive depression, race riots in the streets, fuel shortages, beer shortages, aliens descending from outer space, or whatever your favorite scenario might be.
This huge catastrophe will supposedly create a Mad Max road warrior type scenario, and all of a sudden we'll be riding around on motorcycles with green mohawk haircuts and driving out the mud with crossbows, yadda yadda yadda.
I've never understood how a race of people who have spent their entire lives on the couch watching niggers play basketball and swilling beer will suddenly transform into road warriors, but we'll let that pass.
Right-wingers generally refer to this scenario as when the balloon goes up.
Now, the sickening corollary to all this is that since supposedly nothing can possibly be done while Zog remains all-seeing, all-knowing, and all-powerful, which it isn't, anyway, supposedly there's no point whatsoever in our actually doing anything until such time as the balloon goes up, or even trying.
The people in the times are just not ready for us.
If only the people in the times were ready, oh my, such deeds of manly heroism we would do then, but the balloon hasn't gone up yet, and things aren't bad enough yet, and so therefore all we can do is just educate people and wake people up.
And if an inquiring mind is ever able to cut through the mountains of waffle and get any kind of answer on this subject, education usually boils down to nothing more than Education and practice means circulating the same old material, mostly dating from the 1950s and 1960s, or even from before the war.
The same old stuff that we've been circulating since the Eisenhower administration about Jews running the Federal Reserve, Julius and Ethel Rosenberg were Jews, the Benjamin Franklin quotations, so forth and so on, and, of course, an endless supply of atrocity stories about black crime.
And, of course, there is that lovely, risk-free internet.
The movement of yesteryear consisted largely of a bunch of sad old men who sat around mailing each other news clippings, telling one another how bad things are.
Some of them are still around today.
Today, it consists mostly of a bunch of sad old men who sit around tapping on keyboards and forwarding news articles all over the internet by email and posting them to VNN and Stormfront and so on, telling one another how bad things are.
Oh, look what they're doing to us now.
Isn't it all so horrible what they're doing now?
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.
But what can we do?
The white man is useless until the balloon goes up, right?
Now, let me dare to ask the blasphemous question.
Is the balloon ever going to go up?
I mean, really.
We've been waiting for almost 50 years now for this big disaster to occur that will finally shake the federal monkey off our backs long enough so we can take all those guns out of the closet and clean this mess up.
But let's think about this.
Has anything of the kind ever even come close to occurring?
No.
The riots of the 1960s and the 1990s were purely localized events and consisted almost entirely of niggers trashing their own neighborhoods.
There was never any serious danger to the system, and all of these events were brought under control by the authorities in a matter of days.
The fuel shortages of the 1970s were annoying, but nothing more.
The Democrats' incompetence looks to produce gas prices as high as $4 per gallon this summer.
White Americans are going to grumble and groan and call Rush Limbaugh and bitch about it, and then they will pay.
We can't have the kids missing six flags over Memorial Day, now can we?
Will there ever, in fact, be some kind of nationwide catastrophe which will crack the iron bands that crush us and remove the federal government's heavy hand from us all at once, so all of a sudden we find that we can do the necessary?
This, of course, presumes that we have the required physical courage and the will to do the necessary under any circumstances at all, and that's pretty dubious, but we won't get into that.
Will there ever be a depression so severe, a riot so widespread, an event so cataclysmic that it will in fact affect the supply of basic goods and services in most areas of the United States to any serious or lasting extent?
Is that really going to happen?
Will the electric power ever, really, go off and stay off, silencing the air conditioners and the computers and the plasma TVs?
Yes, it can happen.
It certainly happened to the people of Iraq.
But will it happen here, ever?
Or will our future be just one long, endless, slow decline?
A gradual deterioration of the quality of life, year after year, as more and more of North America turns into Brazil.
I'll be honest, I still don't know.
Now, granted, we seem to be getting a lot closer than we ever have been.
20% real unemployment is no joke.
Millions of Americans facing foreclosure or already homeless is no joke.
The collapse of the insurance and banking industries is no joke, I will grant you.
It's never been quite this bad before, but the FBI and the military are still getting their paychecks and packing those guns on their hips to do the will of Obama and the Democrats and the Jews behind them, notably George Soros.
The Walmarts are still full of cheap Chinese junk and customers to buy it, even if most of those customers are Mexican.
Gas is getting higher, but there are no lines at the pump yet, and above all, there's still gas available.
The power is still on, and while there will probably be ever more rolling blackouts and brownouts this summer as the air conditioner surge, looks like it's going to stay on.
One thing I've learned in the movement is that making predictions is a dangerous business, but I do believe that if, in fact, the balloon were anywhere near going up, there would be certain definite indicators and they would be visible and discussed outside the babblings of right-wing conspiracy theorists on the internet.
Now, as admittedly bad as things are getting, there doesn't appear to be any sign that anything of the kind is happening.
This is a huge country and it still possesses virtually unlimited wealth.
As god-awful as things are, America's ability to absorb economic, political, social, and biological punishment and abuse is still a long, long way from reaching the breaking point.
And you know something?
I think all of us know in our heart that the balloon ain't going up anytime soon.
And hoo boy, are we glad!
You see, that balloon lets us off the hook.
You remember leaderless resistance, the brilliant strategy laid out by Lewis Beam?
And you remember how and why it failed?
Because in actual practice, it turned out to be all leaderless and no resistance?
Beam's plan was predicated on the idea that these leaderless resistance cells would actually do something.
It never happened.
The internet came along and everybody retreated into the cool dark of their basement rec room and the warm glow of their computer screen.
Do you remember Lone Wolf, the strategy William Pierce tried to inspire with Hunter?
It ended up being all Lone and no Wolf, or in a few cases, it ended up being Lone Nut.
What we ended up with, instead of hunters, were violent kooks like Ben Smith and Buford Furrow, who were, of course, cheered on hysterically by certain people in order to sell their skinhead music tapes and videos, as if the white race could be saved by lunatics who hear voices in their heads.
Now, am I alone in suspecting that a lot of this talk about when the balloon goes up is just basically an excuse for the white man to continue to do nothing?
Maybe I'm off base, but as Northwest migration begins to catch on, slowly, way too slowly, I'm starting to hear a lot of this, but we must wait for the balloon to go up, and it's sounding increasingly worried.
Here we now have a perfectly legal, perfectly logical, and personally beneficial act that anyone can carry out, and which will advance the cause, the 14 words, and give white people a wonderful place to live.
Bluffs are being called here in the Northwest, and the movement is getting jumpy.
There is one thing that movement man definitely does not like, and that's having his bluff called.
Where is this leading?
Well, it's leading somewhere.
It's leading to an even more subversive idea, one that will have movement man befouling his fruit of the looms.
Okay, let's recap once again.
We need to take another look at that revolutionary tripod, the three conditions which are essential for actual political and social change to take place in any society.
I know, I know, I've gone over this about 500 times before, but guys, this is really important.
This is really something we all need to internalize.
For there to be revolutionary change, the following three conditions must obtain.
Number one, the withdrawal of the consent of the governed.
A majority, or at least a significant and effective minority, of the people of a nation or a colony must consciously desire an end to the existing political and social order, and its replacement by a new one.
It certainly helps if they want your revolutionary movement specifically to replace the existing order, although, as Lenin and the Bolsheviks prove, it's not absolutely necessary.
A fighting revolutionary party is the second requirement.
A political, propaganda, and military vehicle must exist that will express the people's withdrawal of consent in concrete terms, and which is prepared to replace the existing order, and which is ready and willing to take direct action to do so.
We're working on that, the Northwest Front.
The third requirement is the loss of the credible monopoly of armed force.
All political power is based on the use of deadly force by the ruler or the state, the infliction or threat of bodily harm or death on others, without the punishment of those who exercise force in the state's name.
This is what makes the policeman's club or gun different from the club or the gun in the hands of the criminal.
The policeman may do harm without being punished for it, except within certain narrow parameters when he harms an influential or politically protected person through error or stupidity, whatever.
And sometimes even then, he's never punished at all.
This is called a credible monopoly of armed force, the ability of the state to do harm without consequences.
In order for any revolutionary movement to succeed, it must first break that credible monopoly of armed force by demonstrating to the public an ability to do harm to its enemies and not be punished.
Classic example here, the Irish Republican Army.
The people must be made to understand that change is in fact possible, because the state is no longer certain to be able to punish those who oppose it.
Eventually, the revolutionary movement transfers the monopoly of armed force to itself, thereby becoming the established state, and that's how revolutions occur.
Now, let's back up a bit to the withdrawal of the consent of the governed and the creation of a viable revolutionary party.
How exactly is this to be achieved?
Well, first, there has to be one or more legitimate grievances, those we have in plenty.
Our ancestors in 1775 revolted over a paltry tax on tea.
Our closer forefathers in 1861 revolted over a massive insult to the South and the Southern way of life on the part of the rest of the United States, as expressed in the election of the demagogue Abraham Lincoln to the presidency.
Today, we don't bat an eyelid when a nigger is elected to the presidency.
Today, we let our own children be routinely murdered, sodomized, drugged, corrupted in their minds and bodies, and frog-marched into mediocrity while we sit there staring at the television.
But let's assume that somehow we can, in fact, overcome the character problem, and a significant minority of us do have sense enough to migrate to the Northwest and eventually form a fighting revolutionary party, specifically the Northwest Front.
Let's just suppose.
Right.
We have our party.
What do we do?
How would we go about bringing on a revolution if, as it appears, the pesky balloon just ain't going to go up anytime soon?
I know the idea of actually doing things scares many of you shitless.
We need to start cultivating the habit of in-depth thinking insofar as we're still capable of it.
And thought must be free.
Thought must have all the data in order to draw conclusions.
Thought cannot be Orwellian and deliberately train itself to avoid certain topics, or else the mind ceases to hit on all cylinders.
Maybe if it can be brought to understand the possibilities which would become available to us, and if and when we ever deal with a character issue, then we might be able to persuade ourselves to actually deal with it.
I don't think Americans are capable of understanding symbolic acts.
Joe Stack rammed his airplane into the IRS building in Austin in a literal kamikaze attack, and the white public seems to have reacted with meh and changed the channel to find Dancing with the Stars.
Now, this particular chain of thought of mine is based on the proposition that at some point the balloon will in fact go up.
Don't ask me to set some kind of arbitrary date.
I can't tell you that we can stage a revolution in 2012 or 2020 or anything of that nature.
It doesn't work like that.
I can tell you that we will have a window of opportunity when certain specific conditions occur.
First, the draft has to come back.
The United States has to get so completely bogged down in occupying the whole damn Muslim world in order to save Israel's bacon that they start coming into the high schools and physically dragging young men and maybe young women away to use as cannon fodder.
That will generate something that's been lacking for the past ten years.
A genuine anti-war movement in America.
I'm old enough to remember the 60s, and I will tell you flat out, there never was any anti-Vietnam War movement, so much as there was an anti-draft movement.
Those candy-ass hippies and drunken frat boys were just allergic to bullets.
And that's really all there was to it.
When Nixon abolished the draft in 1972, all that hippy-dippy marching in the streets and waving signs pretty much ground to a halt.
Secondly, that draft and those endless stupid wars in the Middle East need to start filling America's streets with bitter and unemployed young veterans who know how to use weapons and have lost the fear of doing so.
That's already starting to happen, although military stop-loss means that most of the men who are discharged are crippled or insane or otherwise unfit for continued duty.
Finally, the federal government needs to run out of money, specifically run out of money to pay its mercenaries and enforcers.
When the Order staged their brief but glorious attempt at revolt in the 1980s, the FBI sent in an army of 800 agents to scour the Northwest for them.
How many will the government be able to send next time if the paychecks stop coming?
How many troops will the Empire be able to send in when they have a million men bogged down in Iraq, Iran, Afghanistan, and God knows where else in the Middle East, trying to grab on to the last few remaining drops of crude oil on Earth?
I've said it in my novels.
If and when it ever comes to the crunch, the United States simply will not be able to place a soldier or an FBI agent every hundred yards behind every Douglas fir.
Our window of opportunity will come when any conflict in the Northwest becomes a purely local one.
Just us against them right here on the ground.
And when the local rich men and corporate executives and the local authorities won't be able to pick up the phone and scream for endless reinforcements from elsewhere around the empire, because the American cupboard will have finally gone bare.
For those of you who keep on asking me when, when, when, when, well, that's when.
Beyond that, it's probably best that I leave it all to your fertile imagination.
What we have so far is that according to an FBI statement, a team of agents and United States Marshals acting on behalf of the U.S. Attorney General's Child Protective Services Division have apparently been lured into some kind of terrorist ambush.
And the FBI in Washington, D.C. has told us that several federal agents have been killed and wounded.
The federal law enforcement team was attempting to serve a child protection order issue by a U.S. Circuit Court judge on the family of one Augustus Singer in Coeur d 'Alene when they came under heavy gunfire from the surrounding homes in what appears to be a highly disciplined and prepared terrorist attack.
As history tells us, it was nothing of the kind.
It was Gus Singer's neighbors.
Good Americans all, who finally decided they no longer wanted to be Americans, good or otherwise.
Ordinary people who said to hell with America.
Slaves who in the light of a Northwest dawn pulled their cherished guns out of hiding and who at long last, for the first time since 1865, fired those guns at the hirelings of the United States.
Ordinary and decent men and women who heard the call to heroism and answered it, who fought and died in an attempt to save the Singer children from being kidnapped and sold as chattels and toys to rich yuppies and perverts.
I think there's a kind of biological instinct among all living things that demands that they protect their young and which simply will not be denied.
Men are intelligent, and therefore it is possible for the forces of evil to manipulate men's minds, suppress and distort that instinct for a while, but never permanently.
Somehow, something just tripped in the minds of those people on that street in Coeur d 'Alene that morning.
Something a whole people had been awaiting almost a century for.
They saw those federal murderers in their arrogant big bacalite helmets and their body armor.
And knew that they were coming for children.
For their children.
For all children.
Without one single word of political indoctrination, all of a sudden, those ordinary neighbor people got it.
In one flash of cosmic consciousness, they understood what people like the old man had been trying to tell them for decades.
They knew what they had to do, and they did it.
They took up weapons in their hands and they fought to the death against the federal government of the United States of America, the fountain wellspring of all that was evil.
We'll be right back.
I was walking down the street in the town where I was born.
I was moving to a beat that I never saw before.
So I opened up my eyes and I took a look and ran.
I saw you reading across the sky.
The revolution starts now.
Yeah, the revolution starts now.
The revolution starts now.
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The revolution starts now.
The Revolution starts now
The Revolution starts now
And all our hopes would come to be when people would gather around.
And they all brought what they could bring.
I know about going without.
I learned a song to sing.
The revolution starts now.
Yeah, the revolution starts now In your own backyard, in your own hometown So what you do is standin' around In spite of your heart Your revolution starts now That
was Steve Earle with The Revolution Starts Now.
Genuine politics is about one thing and one thing only.
It is about the acquisition and exercise of power.
Everything else is political hobbyism, a luxury which the wealthy landed gentry of the 18th and 19th centuries who created liberal democracy in this country and in England could afford, but which a race like ours which stands on the verge of extinction cannot.
We are about to enter the world of realpolitik, as the Germans call it.
Power.
All state power, without exception, is in the final analysis founded on one basis.
Armed force.
Religion, constitution, civil laws, propaganda, custom, and all the various social institutions for reinforcing acceptable behavior, i.e.
submission to authority, all these things have their place in any state's social structure.
But without the ultimate sanction of the bayonet, they are meaningless.
All state power, without exception, is initially acquired through armed force or through the imminent threat of armed force.
All modern states, without exception, were originally brought into existence by men who fought for power with weapons in their hands.
No committee of correspondence is worth a bucket of warm spit without the minute man's musket.
No committee ever started a revolution.
Except insofar as it concerned itself with the details of carrying out armed struggle.
Power becomes accessible to revolutionaries when the existing order loses two vital assets upon which the maintenance of any government depends.
The first element is the, at least passive, and tacit consent of the governed, and the second is credible monopoly of armed force.
When the revolutionary movement has both the will and the capacity to commit acts of armed insurrection against the state and does so with impunity, i.e.
the perpetrators are not caught or punished, then the state has lost the credible monopoly of force, which is the foundation of all political power.
There is then an alternative, a real choice, because persons other than those sanctioned by the state are exercising power over the lives and destinies of others.
Now, don't get me wrong.
Propaganda and persuasion are equally necessary.
Hearts and minds is not a meaningless catchphrase.
Our tactical objective must be for the party to displace the Zog apparatus of rule by force, as well as by transferring the consent of the governed to itself through persuasion and propaganda.
Both persuasion and coercion are necessary in order to carry out a successful revolution.
Neither element alone can succeed without the other.
But all the propaganda, all the popular support, and all the legal activity in the world are useless if the state can always fall back on armed force to maintain itself and physically destroy the opposition when it becomes too uncomfortable.
On the other hand, a revolutionary movement without propaganda, without an ideology with no purpose other than the pure seizure and exercise of power, these are nothing but political gangsters.
Hoodlums with guns who wave a flag to justify common thuggery.
We need to watch that in our own coming struggle, comrades.
We don't want to end up like the provisional IRA on whom we will be modeling so much of our strategy and tactics, and to generate into mere mafia-like racketeers preying on our own people.
But there are moral, as well as political reasons, for us to look forward to the coming struggle.
Everyone holds us white boys in contempt, and why shouldn't they?
We don't kill our enemies, so why should anyone fear becoming our enemy?
What kind of race or nation doesn't pick up a weapon to defend their country, their women, their elderly, their children, their very existence on earth?
We deserve contempt for the way we've behaved since 1945.
It's time that white men recovered our self-respect and the respect of those who hate us.
And it is a long-standing human truth that respect among men is earned by the shedding of blood.
It seemed to have started when federal thugs from It Takes a Village tried to grab this guy Singer's children, and the locals reacted by shooting at the feds.
Singer is an old believer, although not affiliated with us in any formal way, but the party has done the old carpe diem trick, he told them.
Fortunately, we had some men on the scene with some cop on and some testicular follication.
The Idaho boys seemed to have gotten tired of waiting, so they followed up on what Gus Singer's neighbors started.
The leader of the insurrection appears to be Comrade Winston Lane, who, as some of you may be aware, is one of the Walla Walla 43, men who broke jail a while back.
The Coeur d 'Alene police station and government buildings have been occupied by the party, and in addition to party personnel, several hundred local people have come in with whatever weapons they could scrounge up and have joined the revolt on our side.
When there's nothing left but the fire in my chest and the air That fills my lungs.
I'll hold my tears and trade my ears for a glimpse at kingdom come.
On the other side of misery there's a world we long to see.
The strife we share will take us there to relief and sovereignty.
Oh, by God, we'll have our home again.
By God, we'll have our home.
By blood or soul.
We'll get there yet.
By God, we'll have our home.
In our own towns, we're foreigners now.
Our names are spat and cursed.
The headlines smack of another attack.
Not the last and not the worst.
Oh, my fathers, they look down on me.
I wonder why.
Sun's driven down beneath a coward's heel.
Oh, my God, we'll have our home again.
My God, we'll have our home.
By blood or sweat, we'll get there yet.
My God, we'll have our home.
The road is dark, the way is lost.
My eyes, they strain to see.
I struggle forth to find a friend to light the way for me.
Oh, brothers, can you hear my voice, or am I all alone?
If there's no fire to guide my way, then I will start my own.
Oh, my God, we'll have our home again.
My God, we'll have our own.
By blood or sweat, we'll get there.
By God, we'll have our home again.
By blood or sweat, we'll get there yet.
By God we'll have our home That was the Manor Bund with By God we'll have our home again Um...
The United States of America in its original form, as envisioned by the Founding Fathers, was a political entity created by and for white people.
The white race made America what it is today.
American law and the United States Constitution are derived from Anglo-Saxon common law, going back to the Magna Carta.
Such concepts as democracy itself and the rule of law are based upon European thought.
Not African or Asiatic.
The United States of America as it exists today has only the most remote and tenuous historical connection with the country and the system of government which was originally established and envisioned by the Founding Fathers.
The United States was never intended by the Founding Fathers to be multiracial or multicultural or diverse.
It was intended to be a national expression of what was viewed at the time as the manifest destiny of the white race.
This is made abundantly clear by contemporary documents from the time of the Founding Fathers in the writings of men such as Thomas Jefferson, George Washington, and Benjamin Franklin.
Indeed, the only reference to non-whites in the Declaration of Independence and the Constitution were in passing, where Indians are referred to as savages and enemies of the colonists, and where for census and apportionment purposes, blacks were considered to be three-fifths of a human.
The present government of the United States of America has become irredeemably corrupt, and its continuation in power is antithetical to the purpose of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.
The United States has become tyrannical, poisonous, and deeply repulsive to every concept of human decency.
America today is riddled with crime, corruption, poverty, sexual perversion, unemployment, ill health, mistreatment of the elderly, the destruction of the national infrastructure, dysfunctional educational system, and national malaise and demoralization.
America today has been bankrupted and morally poisoned by a series of foreign wars fought on behalf of the Jewish people, which are in fact counter to America's interests.
Wars which have been as pointless as they were immoral.
These problems simply did not exist to any significant degree in the past when the white man was in charge.
It is clear beyond any debate that modifying the racial composition of America away from the dominant white society that it was as it rose to power, towards a mixed, racially diverse society, has been catastrophic.
An unmitigated disaster.
Diversity does not impart strength.
It creates weakness, division, chaos, corruption, and deep social sickness.
Diversity has ruined America.
Even if all the races were exactly the same, if there were no differences whatsoever, the fact that whites created America as we know it today means that we now have the right to demand that at least a portion of what we have created be set aside for our exclusive use.
We did not create this great and wealthy country just to hand it over to an endless flow of mud-colored third-world immigrants who have done nothing to earn what we have made, and who do not belong here at all.
Based upon the extensive history of the Negro and Mongrel races, it is clear that they are not capable of creating or maintaining an advanced society.
It was not Africans who invented such things as the wheel and gunpowder, forged steel, Domesticated the horse, sailed the world on voyages of exploration and conquest, invented aviation and charted the mysteries of the human body, it was Europeans.
Third world immigration eventually means a third world country.
And the loathsome perversion of homosexuality is absolutely unacceptable in any civilized society.
It must be exterminated with fire and sword.
This is not something that is subject to debate or argument.
It is something that decent men simply do.
The unspeakable practice of infanticide by abortion is absolutely unacceptable in any civilized society.
It must be brought to a halt immediately, and those who are guilty of trafficking in or profiting by this horror must be tried and punished for their premeditated murder.
This is not something that is subject to debate or argument.
It is something that decent men simply do.
The moral perversion known as feminism is destructive of the family, which is the basic building block of society because it teaches the false idea that men and women are somehow competitors and enemies, and that the bearing and rearing of white children is somehow shameful.
No more pernicious, poisonous, and humanly destructive lie can be imagined.
There must be an immediate return to sanity in the nuclear family headed by a married couple, husband and wife, as the basic building block of society.
And finally, at long last, there must be a final solution to the Jewish question.
While the Northwest Volunteer Army recognizes that we lack the power to overthrow the government and to take our country back in its entirety, for the sake of not only our own race, but all of humanity, it is essential that the United States and the ruling elite which now controls the United States The
number of whites as a percentage of world population is now down into the single digits and falling fast.
There can be no doubt that the white race is in danger of literal, physical extinction.
All of the white nations on Earth are now accepting large numbers of non-white immigrants.
The only one of the three major races of Earth that is in real danger of extinction is the white race.
It is absolutely essential that the white race acquire a homeland of its own, some place on Earth where white children can be born and raised in physical and spiritual safety, and where our numbers may be restored and the threat of racial extinction overcome.
History, economics, demographics, geography, and moral justice dictate that this worldwide homeland for all the Aryan peoples of the world be established in the Pacific Northwest, the land which is hollowed by the blood of martyrs such as Sam and Vicki Weaver, Bob Matthews, Pastor Richard Butler, For the past century, all peaceful attempts to alter and reverse the racial and social policies of the United States have failed miserably.
Petitions have been ignored.
The electoral and political process has been undermined and corrupted and turned into a weapon of genocide against America's white inhabitants.
The judiciary has become an instrument of racial and social tyranny.
The United States has persistently refused to respond to all peaceful and legal efforts at reform.
All peaceful and legal avenues of redress have failed or been closed off to us.
It is therefore not only the moral right but the profound duty of all Americans of European descent to come home to the Pacific Northwest and apply such force and coercion as may be necessary To compel the government of the United States to change its wicked and destructive behavior and to punish those who are responsible for such behavior and secure a piece of territory in which our race can propagate.
There can be no peace until we have secured the existence of our people and a future for white children.
You guys know that I'm a National Socialist myself and that means that my race is my religion.
But if you're a religious man, you should be able to understand the concept even better than I can.
That there is a divine duty.
And that one day your God may finally raise his hand to save his most beloved children from death.
He probably won't do it with a thunderclap or a biblical flood.
And it's not going to happen when Jesus comes down and touches his toe on the Mount of Olives in Jerusalem, rapturing the faithful and sending 144,000 righteous Jews running into a chasm.
But perhaps God will lift the clouds from our minds and enable a few of us, men like George Lincoln Rockwell, Richard Butler, Bob Matthews, Robert Miles, and the old man, To shake the Zionist poison from their minds and recover their courage and fight back.
And even if I don't believe in a god, I think you can agree that I can still serve his purpose.
And that you can serve his purpose.
And that securing the existence of our people and a future for white children is the highest purpose of all.
And so if Gus Singer was a believer in the old gods, And you're a believer in the new God, and I'm not a believer in any gods.
We can still serve that divine purpose together.
For many years, the Irish were forbidden by English law to wear the color green or to display the shamrock.
And sometimes these offenses were punishable by death.
So as you can imagine, a lot of Irish songs of rebellion and protest came out of this.
and here are a couple for you right now.
*music*
Oh Paddy dear, and did you hear the news that's going round?
The shamrock is by law forbid to grow on Irish ground.
St. Patrick's Day no more we'll keep, his colours can't be seen.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Yes, the wearin' of the green, aye, the wearin' of the green.
Oh, there's a cruel law against the wearin' of the green.
I met with Napper Tandy, and he took me by the hand, saying, how is dear old Ireland, and how does she stand?
She's the most distressful country that ever yet has seen, for they're hanging men and women for the wearing of the green.
Yes, the wearin'of the green, the wearin'of the green They're hangin'men and women for the wearin'of the green you Oh, then tell me, Sean O 'Farrell, tell me why you hurry so.
Hush, abo, hul, hush 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.
At the rising of the moon, at the rising of the moon, at the rising of the moon, where the pikes must be together, at the rising of the moon.
Oh, then tell me, Sean O 'Farrell, where the gathering is to be, at the old spot by the river, right well known to you and me.
One more word for signal token, whistle out a marching tune, with your bike upon your shoulder at the rising of the moon.
At the rising of the moon, at the rising of the moon, with your bike upon your shoulder at the rising of the moon.
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