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May 7, 2022 - Radio Free Nortwest - H.A. Covington
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Oh, then tell me, Sean O 'Farrell, tell me why you hurry so.
Hush, awokel, hush and listen, and his cheeks were all aglow.
I bear orders from the captain, get you ready quick and soon, for the pikes must be together by the rising of the moon.
By the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon.
For the pikes must be together by the rising of the moon.
Oh, then tell me, Sean O 'Farrell, where the gathering is to be?
In the old spot by the river, right well known to you and me.
One word more for signal, token whistle of the marching tune Put your bike upon your shoulder by the rising of the moon By the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon Put your bike upon your shoulder by the rising of the moon Greetings from the Northwest homeland, comrades.
The date is Saturday, March 7, 2022.
I'm Jimmy, and this is Radio Free Northwest.
And the dolly's like the man, she's lonely croon.
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.
My name is Harold Covington, and this is the first in a series of audio commentaries which I have entitled The Ghost Dance.
I'll explain why I chose that name in a bit.
It'll be said that in this series of commentaries I am allegedly inciting others to criminal activity and violence.
Not exactly.
I am inciting to change.
Things have reached the point where fundamental, systemic change in the way that Western civilization is ordered and run And a complete revision of who orders and runs it is now essential to the survival of the race that created that civilization.
Now if someone can think of some way in which that kind of complete systemic change from top to bottom in both operation and composition can be brought about without taking direct action of some kind, then I would, in fact, far prefer it.
but that's not the issue any longer.
The brutal and overwhelming historic fact is that we who must try to exist in what remains of American society have now reached the point in our journey to oblivion where the end really does justify the means.
America now offers people with our racial and cultural heritage nothing but unending misery, servitude, and early devastation.
I say to you now that the world must change.
So, why ghost dance?
The End Thank
you.
That's the sound of the white race today.
It is, in a symbolic sense, the sound that we as a species are making while we perish from the face of the earth.
Let me explain.
About 130 years ago, another people stood on the edge of, if not complete extinction, then on the verge of being sidelined, of being reduced to complete historical irrelevance, like white people are today.
This reduction to historical irrelevance and merely peripheral existence and participation in human events did in fact occur with these people I refer to the American Indians.
In the late 1880s and 1890s, as the last of the Indians were hunted down across the plains or rounded up and confined to reservations, a kind of ecstatic spiritual or religious revival frenzy seized the remaining red population.
It was a fad called the Ghost Dance.
An impending magical event that would miraculously change the world.
It would undo the past several centuries and return the Indians to what they remembered as a golden age before the white man came, just as white people seemed to retain some bred-in ancestral memory of a golden age before the Jew came.
Just as we white boys fantasize over some kind of inexplicable, transcendent magical process or event that will cause us no risk or inconvenience, just a little dancing around on the internet.
A miraculous, quick, and painless fix is what we seek that will return us to the golden age that, well, some of us can even remember a little.
Or if not, a golden age which we can see glowing on our electronic screens in black and white.
A magical event.
That will take us back three or four generations to the time when everyone was white, to the time of abundance before the slow coming dark.
Some of us even believe that we'll be saved by extraterrestrial aliens who will load us all into a mothership and take us all away from here.
Well, I dreamed I saw the silver spaceships flying in the yellow haze of the sun.
There were children crying and colors flying all around the chosen ones.
All in a dream, all in a dream, the loading had begun.
Flying Mother Nature's silver seed to a new home in the sun.
Flying Mother Nature's silver seed to a new home in the sun.
No, really we do have a few people like that.
I know I've used this simile before, but the attitude of many white people today reminds me of news coverage I saw back during Hurricane Katrina.
With all the black people standing on the roofs of their houses as the floodwaters rose, staring up at the sky, waiting for the white man to come down and whisk them away to the Big Rock Candy Mountain.
Now, I'm sorry if some of you find that repetitious, but please keep that image in your mind because it's highly accurate and relevant to the white man's state of mind today.
Do you not see that that's pretty much what all of us are doing?
We're waiting for salvation to come down out of the sky, either in Jesus robes or a flying saucer?
Getting back to the original Indian ghost dance, as opposed to our own ghost dance on the internet, representatives of all the tribes were supposed to gather in one spot and perform a mighty ritual dance, an act of magic and invocation and appeal to the great spirit.
Nobody seemed quite sure just what this magic ghost dance was supposed to consist of.
Presumably a lot of drumming and hey-yay-yay-yay for days at a time, something like that.
Maybe some peyote thrown in, you get the idea.
But what was supposed to be the result of the Ghost Dance was that all of the mighty Indian warriors of the past, who down through the years had been slain by the white man's bullets or the white man's smallpox, would return to life and rise up from the grave with their weapons to fight again, only this time the Great Spirit's powerful magic would make sure that the Indians won.
And they would finally sweep all the white pale faces into the sea.
It's said that the so-called mascot-wounded knee resulted when the army came upon a gigantic camp that had been established for the purpose of hosting the Ghost Dance.
Now you know what all this cack we do today on the internet is?
I'll tell you what it is.
It's the Ghost Dance.
The alt-right is doing the Ghost Dance.
We are performing acts of ritual magic to try and invoke the spirits of our own warrior ancestors to rise again and fight and kill our enemies because we're too weak and frightened and confused to do it ourselves.
We idealize our ancestors who were brave, who were real men, white men who fought against their enemies with weapons in their hands and actually killed their enemies like white boys don't do anymore except for certain police officers who have a very...
very limited permission slip to do limited harm to the invaders with the dark skins in order to stop them from hurting the rich people or interfering anyway.
Right now, the white race is facing an extinction-level event, both in Europe and here in North America, due to the abolition of national borders and the suspension of pretty much all existing immigration law, and we're basically doing nothing at all to prevent our own genocide.
Here in North America, We have at least a threadbare excuse in that we have Donald Trump to hold up and tell ourselves that by supporting him and making a lot of noise, mostly on the internet, we're doing something to stop the genocide, and we are kind of, but we won't get into that.
Europe is what worries me sick right now.
Our homeland is facing an existential crisis.
Muslims are literally beheading priests at the altar and cutting down white people in the streets with knives and raping thousands of women with the stated intention not just to satisfy their own personal lust, but to impregnate their victims with brown babies in order to pollute and destroy our lives.
Yes, I know that sounds like the purest conspiracy theory raving, but that's what the Islamic murderers of ISIS are claiming on their own websites and in their media columns, and they have historical precedent for this, as they surely know.
This little stroke of Islamic policy genius has been around for a while.
In the 16th century, the Sultan Suleiman the Magnificent gave one of his young sons an army for his birthday.
Daddy Suleiman asked the kid which lands he wished to invade, and the prince replied, I will go north and conquer the land of the white Russian women.
As late as the early 19th century, the Barbary pirates were raiding the coast of Ireland for women, and the slave market in Algiers, Marrakesh, an Irish redhead would fetch a fortune, and many such kidnapped girls were actually sent on to the Sultan and provincial emirs as gifts or bribes from the pirate chief.
Only one I ever heard about came back.
In modern times, there were Islamic mercenaries who fought on the Muslim side in the Balkan Wars in the 1990s, and one of them had a unit patch that depicted a black swan raping a white swan.
ISIS knows all about this means of genetic warfare from their religion's past.
They probably study nothing else.
And this policy is continuing to this day.
We saw it in action on New Year's Eve in Cologne.
The deliberate policy of mass rape and pollution of the white gene pool has a long pedigree in Islam.
It's quite real.
I'm not making this up.
We're no longer waiting for the balloon to go up.
It has done so.
It began on November 20, 2014, here in the United States, when a third-world dictator abolished this country's borders with a stroke of his pen.
And the spineless Republican Party did nothing about it, but instead bowed down low to the kinky hair and baby-shit brown skin of George Soros' houseboy.
When that happened, the Republicans and the remaining elements in government and the military, with some vestigial sense of decency and honor and loyalty to the old Constitution, should have formulated a plan of action that involved arresting Obama, taking him physically into custody, and placing him on trial for treason.
This was not done, and so from that day of infamy until the present, we live in a dictatorship where there is no longer any law at all except the signature of the president or some bureaucrat from the IRS or the absurdly misnamed Justice Department on a piece of paper.
So far, the only white resistance in Europe against this extinction-level event consists of some petty vandalism and minor arson of empty buildings where so-called migrants were scheduled to be housed.
As far as I'm aware, as of late August of 2016, not one single quote-unquote migrant refugee has been physically harmed in any way, much less killed by resistance fighters.
Nor has a single one of them been forcibly returned to where they came from.
On the rare occasions when one of these filth is too badly behaved for even the German or Swedish governments to bear, he is deported to another European country, usually Italy or France, although I understand they're demanding Bulgaria serve as a kind of dumping ground for criminal deportees now.
The number of murdered white people, raped white women, and white women with brown babies on the way is skyrocketing.
The police in European countries have swung into action, especially in Germany and Great Britain, to arrest and imprison any white person who dares to criticize the dark-skinned invaders on social media, and increasingly, to arrest and imprison anyone who criticizes the politicians who allow for it all.
German citizens are sitting in jail cells tonight, not even for racism as such, but for saying unkind things about Angela Merkel on Facebook.
I know that some of our people in Britain have been arrested or visited and their computers and phones confiscated for posting comments criticizing Theresa May and demanding the immediate implementation of Brexit.
We as a people are responding to the death of Europe by waddling through the streets holding up signs, a long discredited activity which the entire establishment has been set up for years simply to ignore.
In many cases, the so-called right-wing populist or even quote-unquote racist minor parties whom we do this for are led by so-called movement modernizers, which means that in some countries the white resistance is in the hands of bugger boys, mulattoes, crypto-Jews for real Jews, police agent provocateurs, and plain and simple liars and thieves.
We are responding to physical assault, murder, and the pandemic of unspeakable violation of women with acts of what is known as sympathetic magic by posting to the internet pictures of guns, pictures of Vikings and SS men and Confederate soldiers.
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We are also posting pictures of what appear to be white males in small groups of five or six wearing bold racial t-shirts with proud slogans and weird little crinklejammer symbols and all kinds of cool-looking runes and stuff and wearing ski masks, too.
These small groups of mostly, rather, portly white boys don't really seem to have any existence outside the Internet since, so far as I've heard, no one on European streets has actually seen any of them.
They're certainly not dropping any black or brown bodies.
There are no police reports anywhere in Europe of gunfire or bombing except from the Muslim invaders themselves.
This is probably the only war in history where only one side is fighting.
I say again, so far as I am aware, not one single invader has been so much as personally inconvenienced by any local white people outside police or government officials, etc.
Who, as I've said before, have a very, very limited permission slip to control the behavior of people with dark skins.
Now, of course, we do get these conspiracy theory people twittering all over the internet about how, yes, yes, there's this big secret revolution going on in Europe, and all kinds of valiant acts of resistance are really taking place, including desperate gun battles between white nationalist guerrillas and government troops and secret assassinations and so forth and so on, but the media never reports it, don't you know?
Uh, no.
No.
All that's necessary to debunk that is some act that really does vaguely resemble physical resistance to take place, like Dylann Roof's little hissy fit in Charleston.
And then you will see how the left liberal media screams and screams and screams at the top of their lungs when some white man actually strikes back, or at least...
When something happens, they can make to appear as if a white man is striking back.
It's just the worst and most sickening act of terrible racism in the world.
Aside from a few fires and empty buildings and a few shouted words on the street and in subway trains mostly in England, nothing.
Not even any kind of simple...
I see pictures of large streets and squares in France, Germany, Sweden, Italy, and Britain that resemble the main souk in Istanbul or an African carnival.
The invaders are all perfectly relaxed and obviously appear at home and unafraid, and virtually no white people are visible in these shots or videos at all.
The whites have simply fled and given up their public spaces.
Also, in some cases, their private ones as well, when the dictatorship has ordered them to literally move out of their homes and give those homes to dark-skinned foreigners.
What we're not seeing is dead, black, or brown-skinned invaders lying in Europe's streets.
Now, this is a land which 70 years ago produced millions of soldiers, the best in human history.
So far, the only people to die have been the white people, slaughtered like hogs, like that 84-year-old priest whose head rolled before his own altar, or the American woman tourist who was walking down the street and all of a sudden she felt herself being disemboweled by a Somali nigger.
We white boys can't fight anymore because we have never been allowed to be who we really are.
We're the result of 70 years of Jewish social engineering, which have made white males weak and timid and frightened and cowed and beaten down.
White boys walk around with our heads hung down, ashamed of our horrible and wicked racist past when we did all those bad, terrible things to all those wonderful people with dark skins.
Us white boys are stained, you see.
Stained with the terrible sin of slavery and the new stain of white privilege.
It is right and just that we should bow our heads and do a little dance and say, yes ma 'am, no ma 'am, three bags full ma 'am, when those who are so much better than us tell us what to do.
Mostly people of our own race, and mostly women, I'm sorry to say.
I call them PPPs, people with petty power over our lives, bosses, landlords, various official functionaries, and government bureaucracies.
I think all of you out there know who I'm talking about.
I've often thought that when the big blow-up finally comes, it won't be because of some big, huge issue with global implications.
If we were capable of responding to something like that, then we would have responded on November 20, 2014, when the dictator abolished this country's borders.
I think what may finally push the white men over the edge is the petty PC and the PPPs, the people with petty power, who are the first echelon of the dictatorship.
George Soros' foot soldiers, you might call them.
The ones responsible for all the little horrors, the genuine microaggressions that political correctness stabs us with.
Only to the victims, they're not so micro.
Now, if you're white, and especially if you're white and male, then you live with this petty power and its abuse every day of the week in a dozen different forms and situations.
The niggers and the minor government functionaries and the bitchy left loon women who were given government jobs and government paychecks right out of school and who clearly have feminist man-hating problems.
Ringing any bells here?
All of whom have something that you must have in order to continue to function in society, and therefore you've got to jump through their hoops.
The endless parade of flat brown faces behind counters where you have to wade through pigeon English in order to get done what you need done.
The constant gabble of foreign voices in your ear.
Hell, any man of any age with a pale skin who lives in this toilet knows exactly what I'm talking about.
All the people with petty power over our lives who shout at us and bully us and order us around and make us wait on them and tap dance in front of them and make us jump through their hoops, saying and doing to us things that these little creeps would never in a thousand years do or say to blacks or browns or Muslims.
That's what's finally going to push us over the edge, the petty injuries and injustices of life in liberal democratic America that poison everything in our lives.
Have you noticed that nobody seems to be happy anymore?
That everything around us is full of rage and hate and bad craziness?
That's the world that Obama and Hillary Clinton and 10,000 others have made for us all.
Okay, I realize that like Comrade Don says, I'm kind of all over the place with this, largely because it's so hard for people of my race to speak honestly in this society, and I'm trying to talk about things here that the regime doesn't want discussed, so let's give this a shot.
What exactly am I driving at here?
It's simply this.
Why are you guys doing nothing at all about this?
Why are you letting them do this to you?
Why do you not make them stop?
Why do you not resist?
What will make you change who you are and begin resisting with something besides words tapped into a keyboard and visible only on an electronic screen?
Resist with something besides pictures of guns and Vikings and Nazi SS men posted to Twitter like Stone Age men drawing animals on the walls of caves?
That is the question I'm going to try and answer in these Ghost Dance talks.
Not just the usual endless rehashing and reanalyzing and restating of the problem, which is what the right wing has been doing for generations, but a search for the solution.
Somehow, I have to persuade you guys to change the very kind of person that you are, as profound a change as any religious conversion, and I have to do it within the constraints of a First Amendment which has almost vanished, while being monitored and stalked by at least three secret police agencies, to my knowledge.
I might really slip up this time and say something that pisses off somebody in a carpeted office so bad that I get Bill Whited, but we'll see how it plays out.
I think every white man of any age listening to this understands that Hillary Clinton's America has got nothing for you.
If you're young and you went to a public school, you have seen the wasteland that you grew up in and you've probably figured out that you're not really expected to work your way out of it.
And you've encountered the obstacles deliberately placed in your way by the law, the culture, and the regime.
You've seen the college educations that will put you into lifelong debt bondage.
Even if a white boy can break through what Dilbert cartoonist Scott Adams calls the diversity ceiling and get into college at all.
I'm sure you know guys who have come out with useless degrees and who are now living in their parents' basement delivering pizzas three nights a week.
I know, that's something of a stereotype, but stereotypes come about because they have a basis in truth.
You may know guys who were forced into the dictatorship's military because it was the only job available anymore to high school graduates in their hometowns.
And some of those young men may have come back from Iraq or Afghanistan maimed or mad or not come back at all.
If you're a middle-aged white man, you will have personally experienced the 1,001 ways in which Hillary's America debases, despoils, and degrades men of our skin color.
All your adult life, you will have been robbed of the fruits of your labor by the tax collector and for the last eight years by the Obama Depression, very possibly robbed of your home as well.
Your family may well have been destroyed, not through any fault of yours or even your wife's, not really, but simply due to the innumerable pressures and problems of trying to survive in a society which has become deeply sick, unhinged, and unnatural.
I tell you this much.
I grew up in the 50s and the 60s, and I don't remember a single divorced couple or single parent family in our circle of acquaintance in Burlington, North Carolina.
I think it was 1969 or so in Chapel Hill before I even met anyone at school whose parents were divorced.
Yes, Virginia, things really were better back then.
Now, you may not be living in your parents' basement like the 20-somethings, but you may well be living in a crumbling, furnished apartment or a double-wide.
And if you still have your house, it's become a monthly battle to keep it that exhausts all of your resources and allows you nothing to spare.
You've been refused the jobs and promotions and career that you should have had, and you're finally waking up and looking around in the dawning realization that America has thoroughly sodomized you, and you're wanting to know who is responsible and what to do about it.
Well, I can help you out with that.
And if you're old...
God help you.
I used to be grateful when I was younger because I honestly thought I didn't have to worry about getting old.
I figured one way or the other, some great cataclysmic event would step in.
Either we'd win the revolution or I'd end up dead.
Hasn't worked out that way yet, and now I'm coming up on my 63rd birthday with nothing.
So, you see, I'm developing a bit of a sense of urgency about all this.
Now, many years ago, I knew an old man who had been a Hungarian freedom fighter in 1956, one of those young people who charged at the Soviet tanks with nothing but a few Molotov cocktails in their bare hands.
Now, he told me something I've never forgotten.
He said, Harold, you're trying to fight the greatest evil humanity has ever known with nothing but words, and that is why you will fail.
So it has proven.
For over seventy years we have, with some very few exceptions, been attempting to secure the existence of our people and the future for white children with nothing but words.
We have failed.
Group after group, including those I myself was involved in, came and went and tried the same old pointless methods, and all of us found it on the rocks of our own people's poor character and our refusal to undergo any genuine risk or inconvenience, again with a tiny number of noble exceptions.
Our species now stands on the brink of extinction, and the time is now upon us when we must change or else we all enter into nothing but endless night.
Unless a major change is implemented in the essential inner character of a significant number of white men and at least a few extraordinary women, and unless this happens within a few years from now, and the entire white nationalist movement changes course, White people will be as completely marginalized as the American Indian within fifty years and gone from the earth in a little over a hundred.
Anyone who doubts how quickly a previously numerous species marked for extinction can disappear should read the story of the passenger pigeon and the dodo and the Tasmanian thylacine wolf.
But there are stories of hope there.
The buffalo once were almost extinct, as were the timber wolf and the alligator.
Those species have now recovered because people changed their attitudes and made an effort to preserve them.
In these ghost dance talks, I intend to do two things.
First off, I intend to make a serious analysis of what really is wrong with us, and I'm not just talking about the usual whining litany of complaint, the constant ritual stating and restating of the problem that most right-wingers and white nationalists indulge in.
I'm talking about doing the old AA trick.
And finally conducting that fearless and searching moral inventory of ourselves.
And there will be those who really, really don't like what they hear.
I'm probably going to lose some supporters over this, but I'm sorry, it has to be done, and we can't wait any longer.
The biopolitical situation is simply too gravely serious now.
That's going to get me in trouble with my own people.
The second thing I will attempt to do in this Ghost Dance series will...
Probably get me in trouble with the sacred police and the dictatorship itself.
I will attempt to show you all how you can change and become at least some approximation of the men our great-grandfathers were.
I cannot do this for you any more than I can cause the NVA to materialize out of the ground.
You're going to have to make this transformation yourself, within yourself, but I will do my damnedest to hold your hand and walk you through it.
Because it has to be done.
We have to become someone different from who we are now.
The time has come, and genocidal death is standing behind us now.
The End Eyes shining bright with unspilled tears Thinking about all those wasted years
When everything worth living for is gone Brother, I find it hard to keep fighting on Falling that awards the abyss,
the abyss The reaper embraces me To watch this all unfold Too much to bear If this is the way it ends If this is the way my race ends If this is the way it ends
I can't bear the witness If this is the way it ends If this is the way my race ends If this is the way it ends I
gotta get my soul out of here.
Heart of agony, I think burning hope.
I'm finding it hard to try to cope.
The coast lies on the world with a conquering poise, with a conquering poise.
A wasteland up in meaningless noise.
We don't stand a chance with a dormant pride, with a dormant pride.
The heroes of a race have already died.
If this is the way it ends, if this is the way my race ends, if this is the way it ends, I can't bear witness.
If this is the way it ends, if this is the way my race ends, if this is the way it ends, I can't bear witness.
If this is the way it ends, I can't bear witness.
If this is the way it ends, I can bear witness.
If this is the way it ends, if this is the way my reason's, if this is the way it ends, I can't bear to witness.
If this is the way it ends, if this is the way my reason's, if this is the way it ends, oh, I can't bear to witness.
Don't let it end this way.
I can't bear to witness.
Don't let it end this way.
If this is the way it ends, oh, I can't bear witness.
If this is the way it ends, if this is the way my race is, if this is the way it ends, oh, I can't bear witness.
If this is the way it ends, oh, I can't bear witness.
Let's go back to the standard ritual disclaimer.
I am not inciting to violence or criminal activity.
I'm inciting to change.
Because we have now reached the point where the end really does justify the means.
Since it is by now as obvious as a neon sign in Las Vegas that the only way there can be change in this putrid society is if somebody gets up off their ass and physically changes things, you might say that there's no difference.
But there is indeed a subtle but important difference in both message and intent.
Now, I am not saying this to cover my ass or trying to slap a legal fig leaf of some kind on anything.
I'm just saying it because it's true.
This is not about me.
It's about you.
Our race is now facing extinction from the planet because you are who you are and what you are and you must learn to be someone else.
Now, I mean it about change.
It has to come because right now our race is vanishing from the face of the earth, and that's not acceptable.
Whatever must be done to stop that and recover white control of some portion of the earth has to be done, and it has to be done now.
Since November the 20th, 2014, when Barry Sotoro abolished this country's borders with a stroke of his pen, without even a pretense of consultation with the people's elected representatives, and thereby formalized his own dictatorship, From that moment on, there is no longer any health or hope in the existing system.
On that day, the balloon finally went up, and most of us missed it.
Our clever, clever enemies have always had sufficient sense to leave behind a hollow shell to give us wretched little white boys an out, some fig leaf that we can use to convince ourselves and others that there is still some way forward and some kind of future for this country other than endless night.
There isn't.
Now what I'm trying to do is get you to make the decision to change.
To participate in political, social, and economic resistance activity in some form other than words.
The nature and extent of that participation in the process of change I won't speculate about because according to circumstances it could be anything.
I want you to transform yourself into someone else.
A man your great-grandfather would have recognized.
Now, before any of us can make this decision, we need to understand why, with only a microscopically tiny number of exceptions, good or ill, we as a group have not made that decision before this.
I'm talking about our own wee little movement now.
The ones among us, down through the past half century, who have known what the hell has been going on and who therefore don't have ignorance as an excuse.
Guys like me.
Alright, I'll go first.
Speaking for myself.
I have enough self-knowledge so that I can pretty much tell you why I didn't oppose this evil more effectively than I did, or if you want to put it another way, why I didn't indulge myself in a spectacular act of public suicide.
Ever since I first got involved in all this, I have known through the study of history, and I think partly instinctively, that it's going to take more than one single man and more than one tiny little group of five or six people committing some bizarre act or other to bring about the permanent systemic change needed to secure the existence of our people and the future for white children.
This left-wing propaganda of the deed stuff is crap.
White people especially just don't respond to propaganda of the deed.
That's why Joe Stack died in vain.
You might call that the weatherman fantasy.
And most of you have no idea who the weathermen were, do you?
Never mind.
In my case, yes, the usual components of cowardice and laziness were there.
Mostly laziness, I think.
In my younger days, life was still kind of sweet and kind of pleasant at times.
And if you gamed the system and generated nothing but words, you stood a reasonable chance of not having your door kicked in at six in the morning.
That's no longer true, of course.
It was just so much easier to humble myself and shuffle and tap dance in front of the tyrant in a clown suit than do the things I understood even as a young man had to be done in order to bring about change.
If I was a good little boy, and colored only within the lines, I would be allowed my series of crumbling furnished apartments and my nightly beer ration back in my drinking days, and even a few pointless and debilitating relationships with the damaged and half-crazy women of my own race.
I fell for the temptation.
For long periods of my life, I fucked off, just like you guys are doing now.
I half-stepped.
I became an expert at avoiding the heavy lifting that I knew had to be done, making up for my failure to do the right and necessary things with words, some of them pretty fine words, if I do say so myself.
Like you, I kept thinking that somehow, someday...
There would be this big event, this big seismic, cataclysmic change all at once that would relieve me of the necessity of coloring outside the lines until everybody was doing it and there were no lines.
And then on November the 20th, 2014, the balloon finally did go up, only very quietly, passing almost unnoticed except on a few extremist websites and talk shows.
So I've been there, guys.
I'm as guilty as you of seeing my duty clearly and failing to do it.
Not only out of plain old yellow, but because I just couldn't be bothered.
I was young.
Life still held some interest for me.
The beer was cold.
There seemed to be promise of all kinds of interesting things in the future, even if it never panned out.
And I just couldn't bring myself to do what I knew damn well had to be done.
That's a short description of the way that I myself lost and wasted many years.
Guys, you can't do the same.
You've got to be better than me.
Now this series of audio talks is the beginning of a process I've said before that we have to undertake a fearless and searching moral inventory of ourselves.
I don't want it to turn into the typical white nationalist or alt-right white boy bashing that we see so much of on the internet.
Sneering at one another because we won't go first and go shoot somebody or blow something up like ten-year-olds daring one another to do something childish and stupid.
That's not revolution.
That's Dylann Roof and Craig Hicks hissy fit stuff, and it's not what we need.
Guys, no joke.
Really don't do that crazy shit.
If for no other reason, then too many Dylann Roofs can utterly gum up the works for those of us who really are trying to accomplish something serious.
As badly as most of us move-but-white boys deserve to be bashed, including me, that serves no purpose.
We have to take a look in the mirror and be honest about what we see there.
And we have to do it now, because self-deception is a luxury white people can no longer afford.
I'm going to be saying things here that will upset and anger you, but you mustn't react like a petulant child.
You have to listen to what I say and act on it.
No, really, I mean it.
This time it's for real.
I can't be worried anymore about who I'll give offense to or whose $20 donations I'll lose because somebody thinks I'm talking about him and goes into a sulk.
It's showtime, people.
The border is wide open, and the mud people are marching inland in their millions when they're not actually being given rides to assembly points in the interior by the Border Patrol acting on Obama's orders, as some are now.
Time's up, dudes.
No more dry runs.
No more practice swings.
The borders are open.
The mud flow is coming in in a wall of excrement and filth, and we have to get this right.
We can no longer pretend that the problem isn't us, not while the borders are open.
No time for that anymore.
We can't afford to slough things off with these glib excuses that we've been using for almost three generations, these rationalizations, to continue to do nothing.
That's one thing wherein white males are the absolute tops in the world, our seemingly endless ability to dream up cogent, logical, and persuasive reasons to continue to do nothing.
Now this wee little movement of ours has been around for a long time.
We've accomplished pretty much zip, and we have a whole shelf of glib, plausible, Facile, canned answers and template excuses for our failure that we use to fool others and fool ourselves as to why we can't get our own people to do jack shit, legally or otherwise.
Now, the truth of the matter is that we have failed because we're not doing what we're supposed to be doing.
And I don't necessarily mean direct action.
That's what never ceases to amaze me.
You know, for the past 60 years now, there have been a number.
Of completely legal and at least partly effective tactics we could have used.
But we can't get white people to do simple legal things like kick in $10 a month to make sure their children have some kind of future.
Now we're down to one final act that will save us, yet one that is completely legal and which is in the long run personally beneficial.
The Act of Northwest Migration.
And yeah, the NF has been able to persuade some of you to come home, although so far it's just a trickle.
Fortunately for the future Northwest American Republic, there's massive organic migration to the Northwest on the part of people whose knowledge of the true nature of things is limited at best, or perhaps gotten from people like Alex Jones.
It's the most knowledgeable and talented of our wee little movement whom we can't get to come home and who persist in staying in their furnished apartments and double-wides or crumbling McMansions in Tampa or New Jersey or Columbus, Ohio or San Marito, California.
I understand that white people below a certain age are not really responsible for what they've become because they've been socially engineered like that from birth and many of these deep and profound character flaws are wired into them now.
I won't say hardwired because I don't believe that.
I believe that post-1970 white people can change themselves through an act of will.
However, all that having been said, just because it's not your fault that you are the way you are, doesn't mean it's not your responsibility to correct it.
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 await your inheritance, fight all your fights with your heart.
But just the way it is, success is for those who believe In a happy ending in a world where everyone achieves So you should always rule 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 with our own but still together we win the day It's a summer and I tasted the sweetness it can bring When I
leave the, the only thing that matters in the end So you should always rule 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 with our own but still together we win the day I can't feel that new 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 with our own but still together we win the day Win the day On my own I can make it and if I
can, you can We can all be winners with our own but still together we win the day On my own but still together we win the day On my own I can make it and if I can, you can We can all be winners with our own but still together we win the day you you Okay, let's start not with a character flaw so much as a few incorrect ideas we've taken hold of, and in our poor character, chewed it to death.
Now, there are some ideas that I've been hearing literally for generations as to why we cannot or do not dare to do anything.
Picking out the ultimate excuse for the white men's doing nothing is hard, and there is no one single reason.
This really is a very complex problem, and its causes are very diverse, if you'll pardon the expression.
One petty point that applies especially, I think, to the South.
You may know that the lynchings that maintained the social order and reminded the niggers who they were and who we were pretty much stopped by the mid-1950s.
Now, this may sound really silly at first, but I think it's valid.
I largely blame air conditioning.
You see, it used to be that the people in southern communities escaped the heat that pretty much crushes everybody for five months out of the year by almost a Latin American lifestyle involving outdoor shade and including a siesta.
Businesses in Charleston and the rest of the South took long noonday breaks during the summer months.
I'm going to call it my father in Burlington when I was very small, had some kind of extended lunch hour, and he would come home, eat lunch, and then gonk out on the couch for half an hour or so before going back to the plant.
After supper, people would go out onto their front porches and fan themselves and maybe read the newspaper, and they'd watch what went on along the street and bat the breeze with their neighbors.
There was actual interaction between human beings, not between people and an electronic device.
Then along about the mid-1950s, the first window unit air conditioners became commonly available.
And then around 1962 or so, you throw in color TV, and all of a sudden, white people aren't spending the hot months outside dealing with other live human beings.
They're inside, cocooning in an artificially cool environment and staring into the dew tube.
Air conditioning turned the white man inwards and began the process of making him an indoor animal.
Color TV began the process of rotting his brain once he'd been driven indoors.
Another problem is a profound and overpowering defeatism that has been meticulously, socially engineered into us for at least three generations now and arguably began in the early 20th century, when Jewish control of the media and academic world was first established.
How many times have you heard words to the effect of, it's just not bad enough yet for people to be willing to do anything?
Damn it, Harold, the white man has to have his back to the wall before he'll do anything, and until that happens, it's pointless to try any kind of genuine resistance.
You know, I've been hearing it's not bad enough yet for 48 years now.
In the 60s and 70s, and maybe even the Reagan era, there was a little bit to that, although not nearly as much as we used to claim.
You know, it is possible for human beings deliberately to create social and political conditions favorable to themselves.
The Jews have been doing it for generations, but yeah, I can recall times when things were actually pretty good in this country, although never for me.
But pretty good compared to what they are now.
I especially remember the long goodbye of the 1990s, the last good period in old American history.
I get that expecting the white man to rise up and change the world in 1973 or 1978 or 1987 or even 1996 was unrealistic, and I got it then.
But what about now?
Well, let's take a look at today.
95 million unemployed, half of all white marriages ending in divorce and broken families, a whole generation of white youth crushed for life under staggering student loan debts that even if they're lucky enough to get a job, they won't pay off until they're in their 40s and can no longer dare risk anything because now they have all the problems of old age coming at them like a freight train.
Sexual perverts are now hanging out in women's rooms in order to prey on women and little girls.
An actual legal criminal guilty of multiple financial and national security-related offenses is about to take the White House.
About a week ago, I logged on to Drudge Report one morning and saw headlines to the effect that white people were being chased through the streets of Milwaukee by nigger gangs and beaten and robbed as part of an anti-police riot.
Do you want me to go on?
Bad enough for you yet?
If not now, when?
Guys, really, just how bad is bad enough?
That's one major excuse that white boys have developed down through the years as reason to do nothing.
The idea that either quote-unquote things aren't bad enough, or else that some other kind of deus ex machina, some act of God, some...
What kind of outside event is going to occur that will relieve us of the necessity that we ourselves do anything that entails personal risk or inconvenience?
Who knows?
Maybe aliens really will land the mothership on the White House lawn and load us all on board and whisk us away to a new home in the sun.
Maybe there will be a big huge collapse of the system through the economy tanking or the stock market crashing or peak oil or some kind of plague.
Something which doesn't affect us personally, of course, or cause our own electricity and internet to go out.
The big point of this act of God theory is the hope that some catastrophic event will somehow disarm and disperse the armed men who serve the United States, so that we will never have to confront them.
One staple of right-wing fantasy for the past 50 years has been all the mighty heroic deeds that we're going to do once the Iron Heel is lifted.
Mobs of plundering niggers from the city, invading North Koreans or Iranians, army of weird guys in mohawks with crossbows, zombie apocalypse.
Oh, hey, we'll just fight like hell against all of those.
We'll fight like Rambo with our M60 and our thousand-round ammo belt draped across our sweaty chest in a tank-top t-shirt.
Oh, yeah, that's going to be us.
Oh, yeah.
Just we won't fight against anybody with an American badge issued by the tyrant's regime.
Oh, no, Harold, we can't do that.
No.
The bad men in the black bonnie armor and the badges will hurt us if we don't bow down and kiss their feet and do what they say.
Harold, Harold, they're the law.
Yeah, well, tyrants usually are.
That's what makes them different from ordinary gangsters.
Just a quick historical observation here.
In times of societal breakdown, the police and legalized gun-toters generally become part of the problem and even less a part of the solution than they were before the collapse.
In many cases, former police officers form groups or gangs or private armies or militias and take over turf, especially when the local people have no guns and they can't resist.
This is basically what happens in Africa all the time and to a lesser extent in Asia and South America.
So, just a word of advice to all you mighty warriors who are going to do such great deeds of valor once the police and the FBI and the courts and the prisons and other secret police agencies and whatnot vanish into a puff of smoke.
They most likely won't.
Not at first and not completely.
I agree that at some point the whole House of Cards in Washington, D.C. is going to come tumbling down, and central control of the secret police agencies and the various apparati of the surveillance state are going to attenuate or collapse.
But those people and their weapons and their facilities and their equipment are still going to be out there, and they're going to be acting on their own, at least for a time.
I will tell you all now, quite frankly, if there is any hope for the reestablishment of any kind of freedom and meaningful existence on this continent, At some point, the fragmented remains of these numerous, heavily armed agencies of control and coercion are going to have to be dealt with.
In the meantime, we white boys spend our whole political careers, which consist mostly of surfing the web, looking for any thin ray of hope, however unlikely, that we ourselves will never be called upon to display personal physical courage against armed enemies.
Fight them!
Overcome them and destroy them.
Offer any thin straw of hope that someone else will do it for us, and we white boys will cling to it like grim death.
This is one of the reasons for the wild and hysterical welcome that Donald Trump has received from so many among us.
He is that gift of the gods, that someone else who is going to do it for us, so we don't have to show brave and expose our tender skins to beatings and bullets and orange jumpsuits and steel on our wrists.
We don't have to do that now.
Boss Trump gonna lead us all into the promised land and God do we love him for it.
We love him so much that I've actually gotten kind of leery of pointing out the many problematic aspects of Trump because I get really nasty responses when I do.
Now some of us white boys have finally found our man on the white horse and we will not allow him to be taken from us.
At least not by me.
Whether we will allow Hillary Clinton and the Democrats to take him from us is another story.
They're certainly going to try through fraud or murder.
We could put a stop to that if we wanted to, but there's a catch.
In order to install President Trump in the White House, we might have to display personal bravery against armed enemies, some of whom might be carrying badges from the old regime.
PHONE RINGS I thought so.
Another reason that the majority of you guys don't support the Northwest Front with anything other than words is the fact that you simply don't believe it can be done, and that therefore there's no point in even trying.
And of course, if you're going to take that attitude, then you're right, there isn't.
History is replete with hundreds of examples down through the ages where peoples under threat have broken away from a tyrant or an empire and established independent nations of their own, including our own country in 1776.
But oh no, we can never do that here.
Why, the very idea is absurd.
America, as we know it, is eternal and immortal.
Nothing can ever really change here.
Well, it just can't.
So there.
Yeah.
Within living memory, communism has fallen.
The Soviet Union itself has fallen.
Hong Kong went back to China.
Dozens of new nations have been formed, most of them by white people.
And the Muslim wogs are now creating a whole new nation-state where none was before, out of nothing in Syria and Iraq, which is capable of shooting up gay discos in Orlando.
But, oh, no, no, no, no, no, that could never happen on this continent, since we all know that America is the exception to every rule of history.
America is immune to such petty forces as human nature.
All that nation-building and political hurly-burly stuff, well, wogs and gooks and other third-worlders do that.
Entitled American good old boys go to Six Flags and ride the roller coaster and drink a lot of beer and party!
America as we know it is forever.
Got that?
As recently as 1989, a mad left-wing dictator named Ceausescu and his Jew bitch wife were physically dragged out of their comfortable office and palace by a mob of the people they'd tyrannized, stood up against a wall, and riddled with bullets by white men.
And yet that could never, ever happen here.
Hey, dude.
This is America, dude.
Don't you know America is immune to all the laws of the universe?
We're special.
Because my Bible tells me so.
America is forever, dude, and whatever else happens anywhere else in the world, we always gonna have NASCAR and Six Flags and Walmart, bro.
Hell yeah.
This is what you have been raised to believe through a couple of generations of Jewish social engineering, and this is what you do believe deep down.
First off, because of an essential lack of imagination on your part that makes any other way of life inconceivable.
And secondly, because it's easy for you to do so.
Like all Americans, you take the line of least resistance.
You go along to get along.
Now, to give you credit, you don't like it.
You're not completely stupid or altogether depraved.
If you were, you'd have a Hillary Clinton sign in your yard.
You know in your heart of hearts that something is badly wrong.
You know what it is.
You know what has to be done, and you really, really hope against hope that someone's going to come along and do it for you like the mighty Trumpledor.
But as far as helping some tiny little group of pioneers out on the edge of the world with even ten bucks a month, never mind actually joining them.
Yeah, come on, Harold.
Ten bucks is a six-pack of beer.
Hey, a twelve-pack of the cheap stuff.
That's enough to kill the pain for one night, so I don't have to think.
And I'm not going to live with a night of cold, introspective sobriety just to help out an internet game, right?
You're Americans.
You want bells and whistles and fireworks and spectacle that will make you go...
Aaaaaah!
You want to see some sign somewhere that there is money present, because that's what you've been conditioned from birth to accept as the litmus test of success money.
You're Americans, after all.
And yeah, that's one reason I keep asking you for it, not just to pay our own bills, but for what the possession of even a small amount of it does for our presentation.
So, you want to see bricks and mortar?
You want to see really flashy and pizzazzy internet entertainment, like with Alex Jones on that technical level, which I, as well, wish to Heldian have had.
And you want to see visible bodies, preferably young female bodies, to convince you that all white girls haven't completely deserted us for the filth world.
Above all, I have come to understand that you want your picnics like you had back at Hayden Lake.
Gotta have those picnics so you can briefly escape into liberated territory and be with others in a place where you can speak out loud any word you want without being punished and destroyed.
A couple of years ago, the word got out that we in the NF have occasional backyard barbecues at Sporters' Homes here, which we do, and this rumor got blown all out of proportion to the effect that somehow we'd gotten hold of a compound, however you envision a compound.
And the Aryan Nation-style picnics were back.
And I still, to this day, get calls and letters and emails from as far as the East Coast from total strangers wanting to fly out to Washington to come to one of our gatherings.
Now, we'll talk about that later, but this is a very real pathology among racially aware white boys, and I understand it.
Guys, I get where you're coming from with all this.
Please let me again assure you this stuff I'm saying here is a lot less judgmental than it sounds.
You have been made this way by the evil system that you were born and raised under.
Now the trick is to find some way to get you to change.
And to transform yourself into someone your great-grandparents would have recognized.
So that's another problem we've got.
You don't believe it can be done, and you won't believe it until I can finally locate the magic beans in whatever fold of my pocket they got lost in, and I can produce the headquarters and the professional videos and the couple dozen Northwest migration websites and the visible bodies, preferably attired in some kind of odd garb, and above all...
Until you see me all over cable news so you'll know that I exist, since all Americans know that if you're not on TV, you're not real.
All I can say about that, guys, is that I'm working on it as best I can within the limit parameters imposed by that evil bitch reality.
So, once again, what exactly is it that I am attempting to quote-unquote incite you to do here?
I am attempting to persuade you.
To do something which scares the FBI and the United States Attorney and the bureaucrats who do the hands-on ruling of us peasants to death, even more so than any one crime of violence.
At least if they have any sense, they're scared to death.
I am attempting to persuade you to support the white nationalist movement in general and the Northwest Imperative in particular with something besides words.
With physical acts that you don't do with your fingers touching a keyboard or an electronic screen, but with your whole body standing up and most likely out of doors.
I do not say illegal acts necessarily.
I say physical deeds that involve you interacting directly with other Caucasian human beings in the flesh and not through the medium of an electronic device.
Where you can actually see the guy's face and look the other person in the eyes.
That type of interaction has almost ceased in the world of social media and the internet and the increasing isolation of the white male from the rest of the world and society, especially our increasing isolation from the women of our own race.
The Northwest Imperative is unlike anything in the white nationalist movement before or since.
All of the other grouplets that we've had were based, in various ways, on things that you say.
The Northwest Imperative is based on something that you do, a physical act, homecoming.
I want you to start doing rather than saying.
I want you to stop letting your fingers do the walking and start doing it with your own feet.
Wherever possible, you should be standing erect, out of doors, and in motion in some form or another.
Time spent in a seated position in front of a computer or holding an electronic device in your hand ideally should be minimized to the bare minimum necessary to function in a 21st century society.
You know, it amazes me that we have people on our mailing list who do just that.
No computer, no email address, phone a simple landline, a cell phone, but only for emergency use when you're broken down on the highway, stuff like that.
So yes, it can still be done.
And yes, I know that what I just described bears almost no resemblance to how I myself spend my own days.
I am aware of the contradiction and the irony, and I have said before that one of these anomalies we're going to have to deal with is that in all of these things I'm asking you to do for the 14 words, there's a large element of do as I say and not as I do.
I apologize for that.
There are very pressing reasons why I have to live and move forward in the way I do, which some of you are aware of, and some of which I discuss in the organizational letters, but which I can't talk about here due to the undesirable nature of some of this program's listeners who are operating on other agendas, shall we say.
Suffice it to say that this is how it's shaken out, and I wish it were otherwise.
I occasionally play that Charge the Blockhouse audio clip from Arsene Canole Lace in a...
Sardonic kind of way.
But I really wish I could be your man on the white horse and charge that blockhouse for you guys.
Who knows?
Maybe someday you'll give me what I need and I can give it a shot.
Alright, well that's about all the time we have this week.
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