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June 5, 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, O 'Farrell, hush and listen, and his cheeks were all aglow.
I bear orders from the captain, get you ready quick and soon, for the bikes must be together by the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon.
of the moon, for the pikes will stay together by the rising of the moon.
Oh, Then tell me, Sean O 'Farrell, where the gathering is to be.
In the old spot by the river, right well known to you and me.
One word more for signal, spoken whistle of the marching tune.
For your pike upon your shoulder by the rising of the moon By the rising of the moon By the rising of the moon With your pike upon your shoulder by the rising of the moon Greetings from the Northwest homeland, comrades.
The date is June 5th, 2022.
I'm Jimmy, and this is Radio Free Northwest.
Out of the valleys like the man she's lonely croon, and a thousand blaze were flashing at the rising of the moon.
I still remember going to the lake as a child, playing with sparklers, and watching in absolute wonder.
The rocket's red flare, the bombs bursting in the air, and feeling so much pride in this land of my family and gratitude.
Gratitude for the freedom that had been handed down to me.
Because I loved my country.
And I was a good boy.
I remember pledging my allegiance to the stars and stripes, the red, white, and blue flag of my ancestors' home, the republic for which it stood, one nation, under God, indivisible, for liberty and justice for all, because I loved my country, and I was a good boy.
When I turned 18, I didn't fear fulfilling my obligation to my people by signing up for the draft as my mother cried quietly.
Memories of wars that had destroyed people close to her, still fresh in her mind.
But I felt pride.
Because I loved my country.
And I was a good boy.
When I watched the towers in New York fall.
Live on television in my living room, I was transfixed by the images.
I was frozen, unable to even call into my place of employment to explain my absence.
I watched in horror, and I cried, because I loved my country, and I was a good boy.
When I saw the troops in Baghdad tearing down the statue of Saddam, I cursed his name and I smiled a bitter smile because I loved my country and I was a good boy.
Later, when friends of mine began coming back from the Middle East in caskets, I went to their funerals.
I cried with their mothers and I marveled at their bravery because I loved my country.
I was a good boy.
When Obama was elected president and I knew he was a communist with the desire to transform my country, to remake it in his image.
I didn't write in the streets because I had faith in democracy.
I told myself there was nothing he could do that couldn't be undone through peaceful means because I loved my country.
And I was a good boy.
I wanted to preserve the freedoms that were my responsibility to safeguard for my children.
I moved to our nation's capital and I worked tirelessly to inform people of the importance of free speech and liberty because I loved my country and I was a good boy.
When I first began to notice that the newcomers to the country I loved so much seemed resistant To the ideals of my forefathers, I told myself that it was my responsibility to explain it in a way that they could understand.
America wasn't a people, after all.
It was a set of ideas.
When nobody seemed to listen and our freedoms continued to evaporate, I kept faith that we just needed to be patient and do better.
I shoved down that voice within that suggested that maybe these people weren't people that wanted the same thing and just had misguided ways of achieving these shared goals that I had.
But maybe they wanted something else entirely.
But I quieted that voice because I loved my country and I was a good boy.
And when I began to realize that conservatives had failed to conserve anything, from the lives of millions of unborn children, to the sanctity of marriage and the security of our borders, I soldiered on.
Because they were the lesser of two evils.
And I loved my country.
I was a good boy.
When it looked as though my country was in danger of being ruled over by a woman who I knew shouldn't even be walking the streets.
That mobs of these new Americans that had no intention of preserving what my blood had built, but instead wished to suck that blood like parasites until they grew fat and unruly and then angry and jealous of my pedigree and birthright, feverishly seeking to erase my heritage.
I continued to have faith.
People would see that things had gone awry.
They had gone too far if the ship capsized.
We would all drown.
And I loved my country.
And I was a good boy.
When a strong man appeared out of the chaos and told me that he understood and shared my terror.
When he made big promises that if...
We made the impossible happen if we focused all of our time and energy into giving him the power to roll things back that he would make America great again.
That if I could only endure this ridicule, the social and economic consequences of supporting our shared vision to save this nation for the first time in my lifetime, we as a people would finally be putting America first.
The rest of the world would no longer be our burden to carry on our backs into prosperity.
This suicidal parasitism would end.
I put everything I had into ensuring that these promises could be fulfilled to the point of recklessness and personal ruin because I loved my country and I was a good boy.
As I begin to see for the first time in my life how the world really works, an awakening that's not limited just to me, no, no.
Patriots everywhere who made this same bargain, who are now also beginning to understand with a sinking feeling, standing alone on the frozen tundra of lies and deception.
Having thrown everything that was theirs into the furnace that needed perpetual feeding to make this impossible dream, the American dream, a reality.
Believing that this time it would be different because they had to believe.
Standing there naked and shivering as the sun slowly set on a nation that no longer existed.
But they hoped they could resuscitate it or raise it from the dead like the god this country has forgotten whose name is printed on every coin in the land in what once seemed like a tribute but now a symbol of mockery for this currency has no value.
And it's this god who has blasphemed on the instruments of our slavery that we whisper our sins to and ask for strength.
In this Desperate time as we wonder, will it take another flood to purge the virus that saturates the world and make a sacred promise that we are willing to ride those waves because we love our country and we are dangerous men.
This country was founded by dangerous men.
the moment the people in this country cease to be dangerous men, it's going to be the day we cease to have a country.
you This is part of the reason that I'm an admirer of Carl Jung, because Jung makes it very clear that, see, he was very interested in the barriers to enlightenment.
Because if there's such a thing as being enlightened, let's say, then why isn't everyone enlightened?
If it's just a matter of taking the glorious route and following your bliss, let's say, it's like, well, that sounds pretty easy.
Why isn't everyone enlightened?
But Jung's thinking isn't like that at all.
He believed that...
In order to transform your personality, that first of all, you had to be disciplined, that's for sure.
But you also had to integrate that part of you that was terrible and capable of breaking rules and make it part of you.
And so then, and I really like that idea.
Well, here's an example.
So about 20 years ago, I would say there was a newspaper headline in one of Canada's major newspapers, and it was the Minister of Foreign Affairs at that time, Lloyd Axworthy, and he was talking about what had happened with...
Milosevic in the former Soviet Union in Yugoslavia and the atrocities that were being committed.
And he said that he was caught unawares by that because he didn't have the imagination for that kind of evil.
And I thought, well, you know, you think that what you're doing is signaling your virtue by making a statement like that.
But from my perspective, all you're doing is...
Stating your cowardice and your historical ignorance, because if you're going to be Minister of Foreign Affairs, you bloody well better have imagination for that kind of evil.
Because if you don't, then anyone who does wins.
They beat you.
And so, you know, again, in the Harry Potter stories, you see he's touched by evil, right?
He actually has a soul fragment that's embedded within him that's as black as anything can possibly be.
That's why he could talk to snakes.
But without that, he wouldn't be able to...
Have any victory.
And that's exactly right psychologically.
Unless you can think the way that an evil person thinks, then you're defenseless against them.
Because they'll go places you can't imagine, and then they win.
And so the best men I've met...
It was interesting, even when I was in junior high and high school, because most of my friends dropped out.
You know, by the time they were grade 10, thereabouts.
And a lot of them were guys who developed physically.
They're pretty powerful.
And they were just damn sick of putting up their hand to go to the bathroom.
It was like, they're not doing that anymore.
One of my friends got kicked out when he sort of challenged the gym teacher, you know, physically.
And the gym teacher, he could do an iron cross.
He was a tough guy.
And so it was no trivial matter for my friend to stand up to him.
But he got expelled anyways.
But, you know, I noticed that...
It was often the kids whose character I admired that either quit or got expelled, and they were the tougher guys who were just sick and tired of following rules that didn't take into account their character, and then they'd go off and work in the oil rigs or whatever, and you could do that in Alberta at that time.
That was really hard work, you know?
So it wasn't like they were necessarily taking the easy path.
But, like, a harmless man is not a good man.
A good man is a very, very dangerous man who has that under voluntary control.
And, you know, you also see that, like, one of the central female stories, let's say, if the hero archetype is the central male story, there are variants of hero archetypes that are relevant to women, and one of them is Beauty and the Beast.
And, you know, Beauty isn't interested in the guy who isn't the beast.
She's interested in the guy who's the beast, and that's exactly right, but she's interested in the guy who's the beast that can be civilized and disciplined.
and who can use that in the service, well, let's say of a family.
I sold my soul for eternity.
On the wrong side of heaven.
Hell, he's not to blame for God's forgotten son.
Ten thousand miles away from home On the dark side of hell We're
Demons in me Another nightmare came true On the dark side of hell Release me from my pain There's no light at the end Where are my
eyes Through fields of fire Will you remember me?
Where are my eyes Deciding undead The sky is burning Where are my eyes Through fields of fire Will you remember me?
Where are my eyes Defining undead The sky is burning Let's
go.
Let's go.
When we talk about the future, people often remark that things will have to get a lot worse before they get better.
But we never really talk about what that means or why.
The short answer is that some of you are being paid for your silence.
Paid to stay in line.
Paid to keep your head down and your mouth shut.
Paid to circle the drain.
A little bit longer.
Clinging to the life preservers of others.
And you're so satisfied with these payments, your thirty pieces of silver, you won't bite that hand that's feeding you.
Not until your lungs are already full of the mud and muck, the rising quicksand that's just below your chin.
And then, of course, when you finally find your voice, it won't be a battle cry.
It'll be a desperate plea for help.
You'll frantically search for not brothers to fight side by side with you, but another hand to feed you.
That is why it must get worse.
It must get worse because everyone has their price, and while most people love to spew patriotic platitudes, they don't really value freedom.
It's far too expensive.
They can't afford integrity.
They can't even afford a future for their children.
The truly disgusting thing about these people is they're often the same people who will point to those who stand in the welfare lines and imagine how they're so much better than them.
They sneer and pontificate.
They'll say to each other in superior tones, Look at them.
Not working for the Masters.
That is why I have far better trinkets.
Yes.
They take their Alpha Slave trophies very seriously.
And so I have only one question.
Which of these trinkets that keep you pacified would you have to lose before you finally decided to be a free man?
Everyone has their price.
What's your price?
Which of these shiny objects would you have to lose Before you finally decided to live up to the call of your ancestors, or if not yours, mine, ancestors whose country has been so ravaged by the neglect of their children and the strangers that have been allowed within the gates that to them it would be unrecognizable.
What is your price?
What is the novelty that keeps you so pacified?
Pacified enough that, oh sure, you're angry.
About the corruption and the flourishing evil, but not angry enough to act.
Please tell me.
What is this entertainment that's so amusing?
That you're aware of the danger, but you're far too distracted to protect your family from it.
What is so goddamn titillating that you have chosen not to act?
I honestly want to know.
I need to know.
Which of these gold stars, these certificates of servitude and souvenirs of subjugation would have to be smashed before you stand up to the ruling class?
Please, for the love of God, I'm begging you, tell me what is your price?
Because the rest of us...
We're going to have to pay it.
For Blackpilled, I'm Devin Stack.
For Blackpilled, I'm Devin Stack Good evening, comrades.
Tonight I'm going to be talking about the Reichstag fire by Fritz Tobias.
Now, this author wants to argue that the fire was less important than the enabling law.
So everyone knows the story of Marius van der Lube.
He was quite an odd character, and he's often portrayed as something of a halfwit.
Now, while odd, this author claims that he actually had an excellent memory.
Lube very much struggled with the vision deficit, which was due to a work-related accident.
Lube was also a self-taught communist who came from a very poor, very difficult family background.
He always aspired to visiting or perhaps living in Eastern Europe, with the Soviet Union being, of course, the ideal.
And he tries to go, makes a very sincere attempt, was detained in Poland.
But by February of 1933, he was very upset that the German workers were not in full rebellion.
So Lupe traveled to Berlin, where, after being there for three days, he set to work on a series of fires.
These were in locations that represented capitalism and government authority.
Many of these fires were unreported, and most often they were assumed to be accidental.
However, Lube's arson was detected on February 27, 1933, after he set several small fires in the Reichstag.
Now, historically, the question is always asked, did he have accomplices?
And if so, how did he get them together so fast?
Now, Lube went to his death claiming that he acted alone.
Especially after he became disgusted with the organized Communist Party, especially in Germany, he found that the Germans were true to type, I suppose, not particularly rebellious and not ready for a complete overthrow that he envisioned.
Now, interestingly, There were four other communists who were accused and released.
And there are many who say that this was a black ops that came about by the party.
And the majority of historical suspicion falls on Goebbels, who at times made jokes about the incident, yet also saying that it was too idiotic for him.
And arguments were made that the party was using only legal means.
However, there was a counter-argument that National Socialists in Austria and Czechoslovakia would use illegal means.
Mention is even made of an unofficial violent wing of the party, but that's...
Now, the accused had a very morbid sense of humor, and that may have made his situation somewhat easier on a personal level.
Essentially, Lube was given a capital sentence for a non-capital offense, and even if the author claims that the enabling act did not get Much more support from the fire.
The people that were for it were going to be for it anyway.
It's argued by many people that the fire was an attempt to make the Enabling Act seem more necessary.
Now, one important exhibit was the question Of the draperies.
Apparently they were very much flame retardant.
And so there are some people who say the draperies must have been soaked in some flammable material.
However, there are people that wonder if Lube really knew his fellow travelers.
And certainly there are many individuals that would have given up.
Although I found this book in the Aryan archives, I'm not sure that it's a very good example of propaganda.
I worry that Lube could come across as sympathetic, and indeed, given his erratic Behavior and general lifestyle.
He really comes across to me as being disabled in some way.
Though I wouldn't attempt to put a finger on quite how.
I'm either disabled or disturbed.
Now, no doubt this caused damage to certain things in the Reichstag like Original paneling, for example.
And when we look at this in aggregate, we see it brings forth a lot of questions.
For example, we wonder if Lube was given money or was his family.
And given his vision problems and mental instability, To what extent was Lube aware of his surroundings or people around him, things like that?
Or is it possible that, again, these curtains were somehow pre-soaked, inflammable material without the knowledge of Lube?
These were very chaotic times, and...
Lube wasn't the only individual out there with various political motives, for example.
Now, since the 1980s, this verdict has been revisited three times.
And in 2007, it was revisited once again.
And in this case, not so much in the question of Guilt or innocence, but more because of politics.
So this case is studied to this day.
It's always been difficult to fully unravel.
There's no question he was a firebug, but a lot of people want to know if anything else was going on.
His execution was actually...
The basis for the Enabling Act, which was retroactive, and it allowed the Chancellor to bypass the Reichstag.
Now, the official translation of what we call the Enabling Law is actually translated as to remedy the distress of the German people.
The Enabling Law did not require a new constitution.
It simply was a kind of what we might call an amendment.
Interestingly, this act was supported by a Catholic priest who wanted to use it as a bargaining chip for protecting the church.
So I hope you found this commentary interesting.
But there are times when I ask myself whether it's really beneficial to watch sausage being made, as they say.
So I hope you enjoyed this discussion.
Have a good evening and hail victory comrades.
Thank you.
A common refrain I hear from people who are black-pilled or just that are beginning to see what the world is really like is, but what can I do?
They feel like as a solitary voice that the risks, and there are tons of risks when it comes to speaking your mind in today's world, very real risks that are increasing daily.
They feel like these risks outweigh the benefits.
They feel as if by speaking up, all they're going to do is invite people.
Personal attacks or in some cases even personal ruin.
And for these people, it seems easier to just go with the flow and wait for either a savior to come and save them or a cataclysmic event to make it all come crashing down.
And then when that happens, they can finally feel safe in speaking out.
Even though at that point, it really won't do any good.
Now first I want to say, I understand these people.
And I'm not here to...
Berate them or tell them that their fears are unwarranted.
They're not.
But what I will say is they're underestimating the power of what one voice can have.
I mean, for example, I'm just one voice, but that's not even really the point.
The point is that you're not the only one that just wants to go with the flow.
You might not know it, but you're likely acquainted, maybe even closely, or maybe even surrounded by people who feel the exact same way, but they're feeling the same In the 1950s,
Solomon Asch conducted conformity experiments at Swarthmore College in Pennsylvania.
In the experiments, he would present a room full of test subjects.
With a card that had one line on the left and then three lines on the right.
The line on the left would match the length of one of the lines on the right on each card.
As you can see here, I have a number of cards and on each card there are several lines.
Your task is a very simple one.
You're to look at the line on the left and determine which of the three lines on the right is equal to it in length.
He would tell his test subjects that the experiment was to determine How well people could judge the lengths of the lines.
What he didn't tell them was that only one of the people in the room were actually test subjects.
The others were all in on the experiment.
They were actors.
The experiment had nothing to do with the perception of the lines.
At least not in the way that the real test subject thought.
Ash's real experiment was to see if he could get the real test subject to choose the wrong line.
By having all the fake test subjects, the actors incorrectly choose first.
He wanted to see if people would go against the evidence that was literally right in front of them in order to agree with the rest of the group.
And the results were actually pretty scary.
Two.
Boom.
Two.
When the experiment was concluded, Ash interviewed the participants and found that they incorrectly chose for different reasons.
Some he categorized as experiencing a distortion of perception or a distortion of judgment.
This meant their ability to even perceive.
The length of the lines was affected simply because the input they were receiving from the people around them, the social input, was overriding their eyes.
Now think of it as a type of hypnosis or suggestion.
They actually perceived the incorrect answer as the correct answer because the social pressure was more powerful than their ability to perceive reality.
Or they doubted their perception even though they knew it was wrong.
They figured they had to be perceiving things incorrectly, so they outsourced the decision-making to the people around them.
Think of how many people that applies to today.
The media bombards the public with fictional social norms that in no way reflect reality until the majority of the public loses the ability to perceive reality.
A good example is how Americans grossly overestimate the number of gay people in America.
Gallup did a study in 2011 that showed exactly this.
Americans polled estimated on average that 23% of the American population was gay when the real number was 3.8%.
That's a huge difference and can easily be explained by this distortion of perception and judgment.
There are four of them and one of me?
One.
This subject's yielding is based on a distortion of his judgment.
He genuinely believes that the group is correct.
Another category that conformed to the group was a category that knowingly chose incorrectly.
They knew their answer was wrong, but they still picked the wrong answer.
This he called distortion of action.
Two.
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I know they're wrong, but why should I make waves?
Two.
In this case, the subject knows he is right, but goes along to avoid the discomfort of disagreeing with the group.
Here, the distortion is at the level of his response.
They were giving the wrong answers because they just wanted to get along with the group.
So as frightening as all of this is, why do I bring this up?
Doesn't this just...
Reinforce the idea that some people are just going to go along with the group anyway and speaking up doesn't matter?
No.
Because Ash performed a variation of the same experiment.
In this variation, the fake participants would still choose an incorrect answer, but one of the fake participants would choose correctly.
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One.
Two.
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With a partner yielding drops to only 5% of the critical trials, compared to 37% without a partner.
This tiny change made a huge difference in the results.
Just by adding one other person who gave the correct answer, the number of people who would conform to the group went all the way down to 5%.
Not only that, but in this variation, the real test subject experienced positive feelings towards the fake participant that was giving the correct answers.
That is the power that one voice has.
By speaking truth in a room full of liars, you can drop the conformity rate all the way down to 5%.
While at the same time, you're creating a bond.
With these people you're setting an example for.
And it's important to keep speaking the truth because Ash found that these voices were so vital to breaking the conformity that if he removed that participant that was giving the correct answers halfway through the experiment, the test subjects would go right back to conforming at a similar rate.
Now think of how that plays into why they want to censor dissident voices.
They know.
They have this data.
They know that if they remove our voices, the public at large will go right back to conforming to the group.
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That's why it's so important for all of us to speak out, whether it's at home, at work, with your friends.
You can be that voice.
That gives the others the courage to stop conforming.
Imagine the ripple effect it would have if everyone here watching this, everyone did exactly that.
They might try, but they can't censor all of us.
You can be that crack in the dam that makes it burst.
So to answer your question, yes, there is something you can do.
Now you know that one person can make a difference.
In fact, it's vital that one...
That person makes a difference and it's just as vital that that person, that person is you.
*Music **
Music *In der goldenen Morgenstund ziehen wir aus des Talesgrund und wir tanzen froh hinein in den frühen Sonnenschein.
Hoch hinauf auf Bergeshöhe, um ins Auge Luxus sehen, lasst uns feiern diese Zeit, die der Sommer hochbereit.
Du lässt deine Augen ziehen in die Felder Wolken stehen und das heiligte Rad fühlt sich in Verlugner Star.
*Musik ** Musik *It was a whole
year, since I saw you dancing, I often had to think with you long nights.
The King's Summer for the dance, I follow the flowering, and so our circle, our circle, the old-known Weiss.
You let your arms be seen, when the mountains are golden, and the hell I'm not going to die, when the mountains are golden.
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That is that the world must change.
The purpose of democracy is to prevent change.
The purpose of revolution is to bring it about.
And that is our purpose.
Let me try this again.
The purpose of revolution is not to kill people.
The purpose of revolution is to free people, to change the world.
This life, your existence, is not about you and your personal vengeance and your personal satisfaction.
Your purpose is to be a genuine asset to your people and to a new nation.
Christ Almighty, don't waste your life like it's yours to piss away.
We need to stop this, guys.
We need to make a decision right now, all of us, that we're just not going to live for ourselves.
I know all of you are out there sitting around waiting for someone to pull the magic beans out of their pockets, but you are the magic beans.
You guys are the magic beans that will plant yourselves into the soil of our people's new Northwest homeland and blossom into a beautiful and secure future for our children.
I'm just trying to persuade you to put your roots down in soil that we can grow in.
Come home.
Don't throw your life away with some pointless gesture that no one is even going to be able to understand.
And certainly don't piss your life away trying to do things that can't be done.
I've had people tell me, oh, I'm a dreamer.
If you dream it, you can achieve it.
These are empty platitudes.
You can't build a square circle.
Such a thing does not exist.
You cannot rid a nation of 350 million non-whites without any power, even.
The notion is ridiculous.
There is no America.
If you want a future, then there will be a Northwest homeland on this continent.
I'm not asking you to fight and die for the Northwest American Republic.
I'm asking you to live and work for the Republic, which, granted, is much harder.
Make sure you get here to the homeland and that you're not just...
Rotting away for the rest of your life in some filthy niggerized prison or enclave in the Appalachian Mountains.
Or in some all-white little town in the middle of Kansas somewhere.
This life isn't about you.
You have no idea how great you can be.
What a hero you can become unless you give yourself the chance to become it.
There is a whole generation of white youth that have been robbed, dispossessed, insulted and trampled beneath the dictator's heel.
You can free them.
The Northwest Movement is based on a number of principles, all of which I believe are demonstrably true if they're approached with an open mind.
One of these is that the white race is faced with literal Physical extinction both here and in Europe.
Establishment media even admits that white people will be a minority in this country by the year 2040.
And that doesn't even take into account the problem of the age of the white population.
And the true figures are far more frightening.
You have to remember government statistics.
Mexicans are typically counted as white.
Occasionally you'll find non-Hispanic white as a category.
To denote us from them.
And even then, Arabs are also counted as white Caucasians.
Couple that with the insane amount of illegal aliens in this country, of all stripes, and we've been a minority in this country for a long time.
Every other continent on the face of this earth has many countries on it, and eventually, so will our continent.
That's just the way it works out.
That's the way human nature will shake things up.
A century from now, North America will be the equivalent of the European Balkan lands.
That's where the phrase Balkanization comes from.
The Southwest, from Southern California to Texas, will be Oztlan.
It'll be Mexican.
It already is.
There'll be a Wakanda or New Africa or whatever in what is now the South.
Unless, of course, the Mexicans push in from Osetlon and kill or enslave all the niggers, which they may do, like they've done in other places, like Brazil and Central America.
And there may be some remnant of the United States left in the Midwest and the Northeastern corridor, in theory, ruled over by some decrepit remnant of the Washington, D.C. government, but independent, in fact.
And above all, there will be a Northwest American Republic, For white people in the states of Washington, Oregon, Idaho, western Montana, and with any luck, bits and pieces of maybe Northern California, British Columbia, Alberta, maybe even Alaska, some of Wyoming.
It'll be there a hundred years from now because we're going to make it so.
Right now, the northwest front is sifting, sifting, sifting like a prospector panning a stream looking for that little bit of gold in the bottom of the pan.
you We're merely sifting.
A large part of the people that we're sifting from are going to be conservatives or libertarians, survivalist types, Christian identitarians, also true folk, skinheads, gun nuts.
And all of these little cliques have their own issues and problems that need to be dealt with.
It is a character issue.
If they want to secure an existence for our people and a future for white children, they will have to kill their egos.
Ego and fear are the only thing that stand between us and freedom.
So we will sift through hundreds and hundreds of batches of contacts and keep nurturing maybe...
Two or three out of each batch who seem to have a little bit of character, a glimmer of understanding.
All I can do is keep begging you white folks out there to look in the mirror, and if you don't like what you see, then don't close your eyes.
You know what you have to do.
We have the plan now.
There's no longer any question.
There's no longer any time for argument or debate or introspection or nitpicking or theorycrafting.
It's not that you can't do it.
It's that you won't do it.
But you can change that.
The road is open for you to be a man again.
The road of courage and self-worth, of pride and honor, and eventually of glory.
The road lies open to you just as much as it ever lay open for any Aryan man since the dawn of time.
Today, it's the road northwest.
Hope to see you coming home soon.
Our time is short.
The second basic principle of the Northwest Imperative is that the United States of America, in its present form, is doomed.
It's like the poet William Butler Yeats said, things fall apart, the center cannot hold.
And we believe that the only way to secure the existence of our people and the future for white children is physical separation from the mud races.
And this requires territory, land of our own, and a government of our own.
This white homeland must be a sovereign and independent nation.
No white Puerto Ricos or any crap like that, where no non-whites and no Jews and no homosexual perverts and no bird-brained liberals are even allowed to live.
All those people have to be completely removed from the political and social equation, along with certain other classes of people, as mentioned in our Northwest Constitution, like professional clergy and lawyers.
When people say to me, oh, Harold, you're a monster, you're cruel and mean and heartless, I tell them to go take a flying leap at a rolling donut.
My eyes are on the prize, folks.
I want the result.
You can't cure disease without dealing with germs and the infection they cause.
Historically, human problems are very seldom caused by nature anymore.
The Black Death wiped out one-third of Europe in the 14th century, but this isn't the 14th century anymore.
Earthquakes in Haiti notwithstanding, the Western world has the science and the technology now to beat famine and plague and to predict and deal with things like hurricanes and volcanoes and repair the damage they do when they occur.
Well, a white man does, anyway.
Black primitives in Haiti don't, but I'm not concerned about them.
If global warming were real, which it's not, it wouldn't wipe us out, because science, white man's science, I might add, would find a way to deal with it.
No, in recent centuries, human problems have been caused mostly by people, and the only way to put a stop to some problems is to remove certain people from participation in the process.
That may sound cruel and cynical, but it's true.
And if you look at human history, that's more often than not how mankind solves its problems, through proactive human intervention that one way or another removes certain groups, nations, and races from the picture.
That's just the way it is, and it's not going to change just because some people don't have the courage or the energy to do what's necessary to save white people from extinction.
Yes, Virginia, sometimes the end does justify the means, and that is the case with white survival.
The survival of the white race on Earth is non-negotiable.
The 14 words of David Lane are non-negotiable, and we need to start manning up and doing what's necessary to make sure there are still some people with our color skin alive on this continent in another hundred years.
I've been telling you there's someone else, Virginia, but You're not listening and this time I think you should.
But you've never cared for me, have you, Virginia?
So it's hard to see how anybody could.
Yes, Virginia There is another woman And she loves me like I used to wish you'd do Yes,
Virginia There is another woman And now I need her more I have never measured up to what you wanted I'm through trying now I know I
never can That's the reason why I love her so Virginia, she accepts me just exactly like I am.
Yes, Virginia, there is another woman and she loves me like I used to wish you'd do.
Yes, Virginia, there is another woman, and now I need her more than I ever did here.
I love you.
Alright, well that's about all the time we have this week.
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