Thursday, April 20, 2017

Adolf Hitler (1889 - )

He was born into humble circumstances, the son of an obscure civil servant in a remote corner of a crumbling empire, yet his name resounds throughout the world to this day. He was rejected by the universities of his time for formal enrollment in art and in architecture, and yet he erected mighty buildings and monuments, and today a simple postcard that he drew in ink or charcoal fetches staggering sums at auction.

He never achieved more than a public school education, yet he wrote a book which has outsold every other book in history except for the Bible. He fought as a front line soldier through all four years of the greatest war in history up to that time, never rising above the rank of corporal, but he won both of his country's highest decorations for bravery under fire and rose to command the mightiest armies on earth.

Almost unique in the history of his century, he was not a lawyer or an aristocrat or a man of inherited wealth and privilege, but a man who once earned his daily bread with the labor of his hands, and yet he conquered politics and rose to the leadership of the most brilliant and creative nation on earth.

So that his people might travel across the land he loved quickly and cheaply, he created a simple and sturdy automobile still in use today, and a network of highways that still spans Germany. His game and forestry laws are still in force, and are praised by ecologists as a model of environmental protection. His economic program received the sincerest form of flattery from the loathsome Roosevelt, who stole it and copied it into the context of the American Depression as his own.

Every man who ever met him personally, even those who became his bitterest enemies, spoke of him forever afterwards with awe and admiration. His courtesy and his gallantry toward women were legendary. With his power and his prestige he could have had any woman he wanted, but the woman he chose as his life's partner, and who eventually died by his side, was a simple and humble daughter of the people.

He did not drink. He did not smoke. He was a lifelong lover of animals and children and was happiest in the company of toddlers rather than statesmen and soldiers, and no one ever overheard him use a profane word or tell a smutty joke. He lifted his people up from the mud of defeat and despair and alien domination, and he died trying to do the same for all of us.

To this day, his memory is kept green by the Aryan peoples of Germany and the world, even though it means prison, and in some countries death, to honor him or his legacy within the sight or hearing of the tyrant. He has been slandered, vilified, lied about, cursed, distorted, and damned every day since his death by the most powerful and evil tyranny mankind has ever known, and yet his name and his Symbol cannot be suppressed by force or by propaganda. As we begin this new Millennium, his book is read and his name is on more lips than ever before and his image and his strength fills the hearts of a whole new generation of young Aryan men and women. He is invincible and immortal, and Victory shall one day be his.

He holds out his hand to us all. He offers us his strength and his wisdom, at a time when we so badly need both. Let us keep him always in our hearts and our minds and our souls, until the day comes when once more we may speak his name aloud and raise on high the sacred Banner for which he and so many millions more lived and died.

Tuesday, April 18, 2017

Radio Free Northwest - April 20th, 2017 

128th Führertag. Gretchen talks about the Swastika, HAC raps on the Holocaust myth.

Monday, April 17, 2017

My Epitaph

When I finally shuffle off this mortal coil, I have selected my epitaph:

"Here lies Harold Covington. He spent his whole life trying to drive a nail with a marshmallow."

Sunday, April 16, 2017

RFN Bonus Podcast: Andy Donner On Theorycraft 

In a special shortcast, Andy Donner whups up on Dutch Uncles and tells White Nationalists to pull their socks up.

Thursday, April 13, 2017

The Trunp Train Grinds To A Halt

The bloom is now off the Donald Trump rose. The predictions of myself and many others in our wee little Movement have come true. The God-Emperor has betrayed us. He is trying to start a war with Russia that may well lead to the destruction of the world, and he is doing so in the clear interest of Israel and the Jews.

In some ways things are now more dangerous for Western civilization than they were in 1945. For the first time in history there are actual Jews living in the White House. We knew this before the election. I understand why most of us chose to overlook Jared and Ivanka, because the alternative was so Beestly and hideous, but we mustn’t act surprised now that the little kosher chickens are coming home to roost.

I know we all wanted to believe so bad that the miracle we’d been waiting for all our lives had finally occurred, and we now had a decent White man in the White House who was going to wave his magic wand and do it all for us, banish the muds and bring back the Brady Bunch, and we ourselves would not be required to do anything at all involving risk or inconvenience. All our lives we have been waiting for Godot, and on November 8th we thought Godot had finally arrived. You were warned, not just by me, and now the illusion is over.

Last week Donald Trump launched a completely unnecessary missile strike against an apparently disused airfield in Syria. Not an attack against ISIS, which would have made sense and had the support of all sane people on earth, but an attack on a Syrian government facility. The same Syria that is allied with Russia against American and Israeli-backed rebels.

Basically, about five years ago if memory serves, Obama and Hillary Clinton tried a standard CIA “Color Revolution” against Syrian president Bashar Assad, but Assad proved to be a tougher nut to crack than anyone thought, and it degenerated into an actual shooting war.

Trump blew up the airfield with the clear intention of insulting and provoking Vladimir Putin, possibly to try and prove in the eyes of the New York Times and Salon Magazine that he is not Putin’s spy or soul mate—in other words, he is responding to left-loon media crap by lashing out with military violence, which is not a good thing.

Trump now seems to be in the process of declaring war on multiple countries at once, including North Korea and Iran and unfortunately including Russia as well, which would have consequences so catastrophic that the mind simply can’t comprehend them. China, the patron of Bill and Hillary Clinton, is notably absent from the list, at least so far.

Trump is sending the Navy to threaten Kim Jong Loon of North Korea, who has been playing with his own toy missiles, although so far they don’t seem to work. Okay, that’s actually  kind of a good idea, especially since the little yellow fatboy might conceivably be able to hit Seattle with one his playthings, but none of that is going to matter if Trump pokes the bear until it tears his arm off.

By the way, has anybody noticed that when the United States gets involved in someplace to the point of actually sending troops, they don’t do very well? It’s one thing to send missiles and robots and drones and machines in general, even though the machines don’t seem to work half the time, or else they miss and blow up weddings and elementary schools. It’s another thing to face actual human beings, and that doesn’t seem to be the strong point of the American military. Time and again over the past generation the Americans have been beaten and seen off by little brown men with nothing but AK-47s and no fear in their hearts. I guess niggers and women and bugger boys and transsexual freaks don’t make very good soldiers. Who’d a thunk it?

In point of fact, unless you count little pissant incidents like Panama and Grenada, the United States has not actually won a war since 1945. And no, I don’t count Desert Storm. That wasn’t a war, it was a made-for-TV movie, a joint George Bush-Saddam Hussein production. I mean Jesus, the mighty United States couldn’t even beat the Somalis, for God’s sake! Tell me again why we’re so scared of liberating ourselves from these people?

Trump is apparently doing all this at the instigation of his Jewish son-in-law Jared Kushner, who seems to be the person actually running the country. The news media say that he and the alleged White Nationalist Steve Bannon are feuding and that Kushner is greasing the skids to have him fired. I still don’t understand exactly how a former naval intelligence officer and investment banker for Goldman Sachs can be considered a White Nationalist, but that’s what they tell me.

That’s another problem we’re going to be having for quite some time into the future, maybe permanently, and that is that we simply cannot believe anything the mainstream media tells us about anything any more.

Okay, granted, it was no great shakes in the accuracy department before the 2016 election. But basically the mainstream media has become part of the internet now, not vice versa, and as with the rest of the internet there is no longer any gate-keeper or fact-checker. (For example, the so-called fact-checking site is a front for the Democrats, and is used primarily to attack and discredit Trump.)

It’s almost like the New York Times were suddenly taken over by the National Inquirer. Up until about mid-Obama the media generally simply massaged the facts as they have always done, not invented them, and above all they used massive omissions as their weapon of choice. 90% of the old media’s effectiveness lay not so much in telling stories that were false or slanted, but in their ability to pick and choose what stories were not covered and sank out of sight.

Now, I hate to admit it, but the left-loons are right. We are now living in the post-factual age. The fact is that we cannot be sure that anything has actually happened or happened the way the media report it any more.

I wish I could just tell you to hell with him, I’m going to ignore Trump’s existence from now on. Unfortunately, that’s not possible given who he is and what he is capable of doing. We’re going to have to spend the next few months or years until he is overthrown reacting to his behavior.

I will, however, try to keep all this in perspective. It’s just that from now on, anything I\say or discuss on here has to be taken with the important caveat that such-and-such will happen or may happen if Donald Trump doesn’t blow up the world with a moronic war against Russia.

I said after November 8th, give him a chance. Give him a honeymoon. His first 100 days have not been completely devoid of accomplishment. The beaners are afraid of La Migra again, or so the media says, with the usual caveat that we have no way of knowing how much of that is true. It would appear that normal pre-Obama style immigration enforcement has resumed, for what good that may do. He got Neil Gorsuch confirmed to the Supreme Court, which at least kept an outright Marxist Obama appointee out. This means the Court may occasionally act as a brake on the more deranged and bizarre excesses of liberalism, as it has done in the past.

Now, let me make it clear: I am not defending Donald Trump as such any more. He is not the savior we have been waiting for. Far from it. He is a stumble-bum who whether acting out of malice or spite or design or plain incompetence may prove completely catastrophic for the country and the White race. But, that having been said, we still owe this man bigly, for two things.

The first thing we must always remember about Trump, even as Russian and North Korean nuclear missiles fall around our ears, is that however he did it and whatever weird little Zionist conspiracies were moving in the shade during the 2016 elections, he saved us from the Hildebeest. I don’t think many of us grasp what a poisonous and total catastrophe a Hillary Clinton presidency would have been. It would have been eight more years of Obama and that would have been all she wrote. Trump may well bring bloody chaos, but out of bloody chaos change can come. Hillary would have brought slow death by lethal injection.

It is entirely possible that Donald Trump might bring on the end of days for America, but Hillary would have been the end of days. The United States of America would have died with a whimper, not a roar. At least we now have a chance to die with a fart, which is marginally better. Hell, if we’re going to perish from the earth and the pages of history, might as well play it for laughs.

The second thing we will always owe Donald Trump for is that one magical night, November the 8th, 2016, when it seemed that the worm had turned and there was hope. Don’t downplay that: hope has been in very short supply for White people for a long, long time, and we really needed that night. Never mind the fact that it was bogus and that the savior was not as advertised. We knew that. We all did, deep down. I knew that, and I told you so. But this is America in the post-factual era, where perception is everything and White men are taught to feel, not to think. We perceived November 8th as victory and the left-loons perceived it as defeat, and that is what counts.

The endless YouTube videos of liberal tears and liberal meltdowns on that night will remain as a monument to that one priceless moment when the world turned upside down, or at least we thought it did. I admit that the video of the Young Turks freaking out that night is my favorite of all; when I’m feeling down I still watch that one and it never fails to lift my spirits and give me a giggle.

I never actually drank the Kool-Aid like some of you did, but yes, I went along with the Trump Train. Not just because there was no point in my yelling and screaming about it, since nobody actually listens to me, but because I admit, it just felt so good to at long last be a peripheral part of a genuine mass movement after 45 years of shouting into the wind unheard. Whatever appalling mess Donald Trump makes of the world, as I crawl out of the ruins of my tenement and onto a heap of radioactive rubble while glowing in the dark, I will always be grateful to Trump for that year of living dangerously, that wild and crazy ride he gave us.

I wish I could say the wild and crazy ride is over now, but it most likely isn’t. Now we’re going into the part of the timeline where the bill for electing an incompetent overgrown child to the White House comes due. Oh, well.

Wednesday, April 12, 2017

Taking It Real, Part Trois

Fairly often, actually more often in recent months, I am accused by assorted people with assorted motives of inciting to violence and the forcible overthrow of the government, blah blah blah. Most of them of course, know better.

But every now and then I will get a genuine reaction from some newcomer who is simultaneously horrified and fascinated by my apparent incitement to violence. I tell them that’s not exactly what I am doing, and it isn’t. I am inciting to change, and things have reached the point in this society where the end really does justify the means in order to bring about that change. We must secure the existence of our people and a future for White children, and I no longer give a damn how that is done. Neither should any of you.

For another thing, there would be no point in my actively inciting to any such thing, because White people pretty clearly just don’t have the chops for it. If the White man were inclined to revolt, he would have done so a long time ago. No other people in history have put up with the kind of systematic campaign of abuse and slow genocide that we have. No other people in history have more moral right to revolt, and no people in history has ever remained so submissive, cowed, and beaten down as we have, licking our murderers’ boots.

It’s not so much that the desire isn’t there. It is, but among American White people the longing for freedom and justice has become confused, incoherent, and inchoate. The spirit is willing but the mind is weak. One of the results of a hundred years of liberal and Jewish indoctrination has been a tiny attention span, an inability to focus on anything for more than about 15 minutes.

I’ve said this before: American Whiteboys have become a race of beta males. Many of us, maybe most of us, would be entirely capable of fighting in a revolution in some capacity or other, but what we can’t do is organize one. I called this the “finished product” syndrome; in our Movement the group or tendency or Fearless Leader who succeeds in putting together a Finished Product and maintaining it in existence will be who gets the brass ring.

If we ever got one going here in the Northwest, either a legal Northwest Front doing political and social and propaganda work, or if we ever got the NVA itself going and there was action being taken without everybody getting caught within 24 hours, then we would have more betas jumping on the bandwagon than we’d know what to do with. It’s getting that initial heavy lifting done that’s the problem.

Whiteboys have become a race of men very few of whom are capable of going first, in anything, and those of us who do retain the alpha gene are more often than not debilitated in some way, socially or legally politically or in many cases through nothing more or less than just plain dirt-poor poverty. In a society where money is power, those without it are by definition powerless. 

Most of the people I know who dabble in the alt.right on the internet are very skeptical about the possibility that anything can be done with it, due to the obviously poor quality of the people involved. Plus of course all the other many obstacles attached to turning something internet into something real, which I am not at all sure is even possible.

Okay, so far I’m just repeating the same complaints I’ve been making for years. I get that. But our window of opportunity is now, in this time of chaos that Trump is creating, whatever his original intention was, or the original intention of those who placed him in office.

In recent weeks I’ve tried running a kind of series called Taking It Real on Twitter, but I haven’t been able to accomplish much with only 140 characters in a tweet. The purpose of this effort is to begin the process of trying to persuade you guys to get off the computer and do something, almost anything, just so long as it’s out in the real world and not in a seated position behind an electronic device of some kind. Any step out from behind the keyboard which involves standing erect and going outside into the non-climate controlled environment has got to be an improvement.

Once you do get out into the wind and rain and open air, the first thing you need to do is locate, identify, and verify character-wise two other White Nationalist comrades within half an hour’s drive of where you live, more or less, and form what I refer to in the Northwest novels as a Trouble Trio.

This will be your first cell. It can be for any purpose: group migration to the Homeland, leafleting and stickering in your area if you’re already in the Homeland, raising money to buy racial materials, shooting and gun sports, camping on the weekend, teaching one another survival skills, whatever, but that purpose needs to be something that involves interacting directly with other human beings, not through the medium of an electronic device.

Whiteboys need to re-acquire the necessary skill set of dealing with people and not machines. I know that’s going to be difficult since most people these days are such dreck, but it has to be done. There are exceptions. Find them and make two of them your BFFs, on the understanding the one day the world will know you as someone and something else.


Monday, April 10, 2017

Radio Free Northwest - April 13th, 2017

HAC and Andy dump on Trump; Gretchen talks about the Fuhrer’s escape from Berlin (or not), Trucker, cool vibes.