Tuesday, February 09, 2016

Radio Free Northwest - February 11th, 2016



General Koos De La Rey


http://northwestfront.org/2016/02/radio-free-northwest-february-11th-2016/

HAC on the ongoing Harney County siege and the Bill White case’s implications for his reportage on said events; Gretchen on Billy Roper’s Trilogy and Andy on staying on point; another segment of HAC and Sven Longshanks during his January 9th interview.

The De La Rey Song video mentioned in the episode may be found at:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vtKKJSfYraU

Monday, February 08, 2016

From Slow Coming Dark




[In view of the Sea Hag's return from the depths, I figure I might want to dust off one of my earlier, pre-Northwest novels. Many of you aren't old enough to remember Back In The Day when all the bodies were dropping of those who crossed Billyboy. This is good old 1990s Clintonia like Bill and Hill used to make. - HAC]

Chapter III. Enter Three Musketeers
             
Karen Martin sat on a table, smoking a cigarette and drinking a bottle of Michelob, her long tan legs crossed. She was wearing cut-off blue jeans and a tank top t-shirt over her statuesque torso. Her toenails and fingernails were polished bright neon blue. Her long hair was a luscious, mellow brown, a rare return to her natural color. Her thirty-something face was chiseled, sharp, Scotch-Irish craggy and hard yet handsome and sexy, a map of Ulster via the Appalachians and Broken Bow, Oklahoma.

A snub-nosed .38-caliber revolver in a nylon holster hung off the wide leather belt around her slender, muscular waist, but the real danger was the switchblade carried in her bra. She had killed eight men and three women with it. It was impossible for any man to look at Karen Martin without experiencing a mad desire to throw her on her back; she was one of those women, she knew it, and she used it to destroy men. At age fifteen she had been the most sought-after hooker in New Orleans, no mean accomplishment in a town renowned since the eighteenth century for its belles of the Oldest Profession. Once she had singlehandedly entertained the entire crew of a Gulf oil rig over a Labor Day weekend, leaving on a supply boat that Tuesday morning with every dollar on board in her shoulder bag and every man on the rig knowing he’d gotten his money’s worth.

She was dressed in tackies now, but from her huge wardrobe closet in Little Rock she could produce, and wear convincingly as the occasion demanded, a $25,000 Dior evening gown; a stylish executive business suit for glass ceiling-smashing, feminist boardroom wear complete with matching briefcase containing recording gear and weaponry; a black leather dominatrix’s outfit including whips and chains; a maxi-dress with hippie love beads and head scarf with matching accessories such as granny glasses and New Age crystal pendant; a nun’s habit; policewomen’s uniforms from New Orleans, Houston, Miami, Little Rock and Atlanta, complete with regulation-issue belts, sidearm, and equipment; and a complete ski outfit including skis which she could handle at competition level on the hardest slopes at Aspen and Vail. Karen Martin was the first of the legendary Clinton family hit team called the Three Musketeers.

Across the living room of the expensive Palm Beach hotel suite, the second Musketeer was talking on the telephone. Bob Blanchette was blond, balding, thin, as nondescript as a grocery store manager, and as lethal as a cobra. A Cajun from Thibodeaux, he was the deadliest professional killer the Dixie Mafia had ever produced. South of the Mason-Dixon line his grisly reputation rivaled John Visconti’s in the north and on the West Coast.

Blanchette once organized a riot in the Louisiana state prison at Angola as a cover for his escape, killing two guards in the process. When black criminals in Biloxi, Mississippi had demanded from the cracker mob what amounted to an affirmative action program in the gambling and prostitution businesses along the Gulfport Avenue strip, Bob Blanchette settled their demands with a .45 Browning pistol and a chain saw. The resulting dumping of mangled black flesh offshore had produced an influx of sharks so noticeable that marine biologists wrote learned papers on the baffling subject to this day, being ignorant of the true cause.

A federally protected witness was within days of testifying against the Bandidos motorcycle gang’s methamphetamine chemists and putting them all away. Blanchette penetrated a government safe house, killed the informer under the noses of the Witness Protection Service Marshals, decapitated the corpse and Fed-exed the head to the United States Attorney in Houston.

When the Italians tried to move in on the three billion-dollar annual South Carolina video poker business, some well-dressed and well-coiffed Baptist businessmen in Atlanta and Greenville retained the services of Bob Blanchette. To the present day, police in South Carolina still found the charred and gutted remains of Cadillacs with New York and Pennsylvania license plates parked on lonely fire roads and sunk into cypress swamps, their skeletal occupants burned black with lead pellets rattling in shattered skulls.

Interestingly, the paths of Bob Blanchette and John Visconti had almost crossed during this period. Representations were about to be made to Dominic LaBrasca to bring in Johnny Vee for a true celebrity death match, but a combination of federal indictments and other unrelated factors had caused the New York and Philadelphia Cosa Nostra families to put South Carolina on the back burner for the time being. Then in 1992, Bob Blanchette found a new and more powerful employer.

Karen Martin respected Bob Blanchette not only for his skills, his organizing ability, his ruthlessness and his business acumen, but because he was the only man she had ever met whom she had been unable to seduce. Bob had married a small dark Creole girl from the bayous many years before, when he was seventeen and she thirteen, although for the purposes of the license Anne-Marie gave her age as the minimum legal fourteen. They now had six children in a colonial mansion outside Baton Rouge; Anne-Marie was as slim and dark and enigmatically beautiful as she had been on their wedding day twenty-seven years before. So far as anyone in the underworld knew, Bob Blanchette had never touched another woman since his wedding night. When Karen routinely tried to put the moves on him the first time, Blanchette had told her, “No, I don’t play that.” When she tried the second time he’d said, “I said no. Try it again and I’ll kill you.” She had believed him, and he had thereby become the only person on earth she respected as a human being rather than as a skilled criminal. A man who was faithful to his wife was a romantic anachronism who fascinated her.

The third man in the room sat on the couch, reading a comic book, and spitting occasional wads of tobacco juice into a Waterford crystal fruit bowl he had appropriated for a spittoon. Luther Lambert stood six feet nine inches and weighed about three hundred and fifty pounds, all of it muscle. His beard was golden and cascaded down his chest almost to his waist, where he tied it into two forks. His yellow hair hung down his back in a ponytail. Elaborate blue and red and yellow and green tattoos curled up his arms and covered his shoulders, snakes and skulls and dragons and naked warrior maidens in horned helmets. Beneath the matted hair on his chest was a beautiful reproduction of Botticelli’s Venus. On his back was a magnificently wrought tattoo of Jesus Christ, arms outstretched in benediction, marred by a huge penile erection protruding through the Savior’s white robes. Tattooed tears ran down his cheeks from his eyes into his beard. His brain was roughly the size of a walnut.

The third Musketeer was an Ozark hillbilly who had dropped out of school in Eureka Springs, Arkansas as soon as he turned sixteen years of age, thus terminating his third run at graduating from the sixth grade. He built his body by doing weight-lifting exercises with a Volkswagen. Luther had once done a couple of seasons as a strong man in a circus, where he performed tugs of war with camels and buffalo and the smaller elephants, and won. A bison once became enraged and charged him, and Luther killed it with a single punch.

He had one talent that seemed to be some kind of natural compensation for his stupidity. Unable to read or write beyond the most rudimentary level, unable to understand the most basic principles of science or engineering, Luther Lambert was a genius with automotive engines. He gained entrée into crime through this skill; he could rebuild a Honda Civic with an engine that could outrun the most powerful Highway Patrol pursuit vehicle, which had put his services in high demand with the backwoods moonshine and drug runners.

But Luther’s first love was mayhem. He was utterly fearless, because he was too stupid to be afraid of anything. Since teaming up with Bob Blanchette, Luther had been shot and stabbed more than twenty times, the result of Blanchette’s habit of using him as a human battering ram and shield in dangerous situations, but Luther never complained. He assumed that’s what his large carcass was there for, to provide cover for Bob and Karen. Lambert’s body was a mass of scars, but he was for all practical purposes invincible. Two barrels of double-ought buckshot, a full clip from an AK-47, and a whaling harpoon fired from a cannon had all failed to kill Luther Lambert, while the wielders of these weapons had died. Luther tore them to pieces with his bare hands. He could use a gun if he had to, but considered them crass and unsporting. When the time came to get physical, he preferred an axe. Better yet two, one in each hand.

Luther was uniquely qualified for his work by virtue of being a psychopathic sadist. He enjoyed torturing people in order to hear them scream, especially women, all of whom he hated unto death. The one exception to his misogyny was Karen Martin, who was Luther’s queen and goddess because she never laughed at him and bought him regular gifts of comic books, Jolly Rancher candies, Red Man chewing tobacco, Whoppers and Big Macs, which latter burgers he devoured ten at a time. He chewed the tobacco and sucked on a dozen of the fruit-flavored Jolly Ranchers at the same time; he liked the taste, and as a result of this practice his expectorations were a bizarre technicolor. Bob Blanchette’s role in Luther’s primitive weltanschaung was simpler still. Bob Blanchette was God.

Now Blanchette was speaking. “She got away, Doofus. Hey, it happen sometime. We ain’t none of us poifect. Don’t worry, we take cay of it. We took cay of that Eye-tie greaseball and we’ll take cay of dis Hollywood bitch for you. She’s a gawd damned star, Doofus, she cain’t just drop out of sight!” Blanchette’s accent sometimes caused his employer to confuse him with one of his Cajun advisers. Doofus mumbled something on the phone. “Yeah, yeah, hey, Doofus, you know it ain’t that, I respect de hell out of you, you de man, you mon brave, you know?” said Blanchette tiredly. “Hey, you know this phone might be tapped. You want us to call you by you real name, huh? Doofus is kind of you code name, so nobody will know what a truly great and powahful man our boss be. Kinda like you de top secret agent. Okay?”

“Tell Doofus that’s my code name for his goddamned crooked dick!” yelled Karen. “Worst piece of meat I ever sucked! You ever tried to give a blow job at a right angle?”

“Can’t say as I have,” replied Blanchette dryly. “What’s that?” he said into the phone. “Oh, Slideen say hello. I sholy calculate you made a big impression on her. Yeah, she keep talking about you, she say you a real man. Hey, you man enough to take care of Slideen you man enough in my book. Sho, de whole country know you got the manpowah, Doofus. Ever woman in America want to give it to you, you oughta know that by now. Look, it’ll be taken cay of, Doof. Have we ever let you down? We took cay of Parks and Foster and all them others, hey? Now you just quit worrying youself. There ain’t gonna be no problem.” He hung up the telephone. “Damn fool. He fucked up. His ass be in total eclipse,” said Blanchette in disgust. “He musta stuck Colombia up his nose.”

“This shit’s getting pretty deep, Bob,” said Karen quietly. “Every time we pull his flabby ass out of one hole, he digs himself a deeper one. I don’t like it. You saw him on TV that time last year, supposed be apologizing to the whole damned nation for getting a few blow jobs from that JAP in his office. He was coked up to his eyeballs right there on the air. We’re working for a fucking junkie, and that’s stupid business, Bob. You know damned well if he was anybody else we wouldn’t touch him with a ten-foot pole. That bitch wife of his hates our guts, and she is gonna send bull dyke Reno and her feds after us if she gets half a chance. I bet you dollars fer donuts she’s working on him now, trying to convince him we know too much and we’re a loose end.”

“I know it,” agreed Blanchette grimly, “But we got to clean this last one up. Then we disappear. We got enough money now, but that Hollywood bitch has to go. We don’t know how much that dago DeMarco done told her, and we don’t know why the hell he tipped her the wink. He ain’t a problem no more, but she still is. We can’t leave her running loose, Slideen. Maybe she even knows our names. It ain’t just Doofus we’re protecting, it’s us. We got to finish this thang.”

“Ah seen her in the movies,” said Luther, sending a cascade of green and purple juice into the Waterford crystal. “She’s purty. When we catch her, kin ah make her sing and wiggle some?”

“You can make her do the hootchie-kootchie with your little blowtorch, Luther,” promised Karen. “You can toast her up nice and crisp and we’ll give the sharks a nice hot meal for a change.”

“I like feeding the sharks,” said Luther with a sigh, before returning to his comic.

           


Saturday, February 06, 2016

Feds Struggle To Exclude Whites From Cash Handouts




by Bill White

The U.S. Consumer Financial Protection Bureau and the grotesquely misnamed United States Justice Department are struggling to decide the best way to exclude White people from the latest Obama handouts, i.e. the shakedown of Ally Financial, formally known as GMAC, General Motors Automotive Credit.

In 2008, GMAC collapsed and was taken over by the United States government, in large part because it had made too many loans to financially dishonest minorities, who borrowed money to buy automobiles with no intention of paying the money back, and then destroyed their cars before repossession.

To address the irresponsible dishonesty of most non-White people, the Obama administration of course did not try to collect what blacks primarily and some Hispanics owed them. Instead Obama decided to loot the company he took over, distributing $80 million of the renamed Ally Financial’s assets to over 235,000 minority borrowers. The rationale is that by charging non-White deadbeats higher interest rates, Ally had somehow “discriminated” against them.

The plan to redistribute Ally’s wealth, though, has run into a hitch. Auto loan applications do not disclose their race to the lenders. Thus, not only can Obama not prove that any deadbeats were discriminated against, he can’t tell whether the money he’s passing out is going into the hands of the hated White man.

The comical result of the Democratic party’s latest racism is that Obama’s Justice mulattos are mailing out 450,000 letters to individuals living in ZIP codes that are more than 50 percent non-White, asking them to affirm their non-Whiteness. Those living in 90 percent non-White areas are being told that they are presumably entitled to money: those living in areas 50 to 90 percent non-Whites are being asked to return an affidavit. And those living in more than 50 percent White areas are relying on Bayesian Improved Surname Gecoding, BISG.

BISG is a system designed to determine if a given last name in a specific ZIP code is more likely to be White or non-White. In areas where a given last name is likely to be non-White, those folks are getting money too.

The distribution of 250,000 petty checks for $300 to non-Whites for imaginary complaints is not only the latest evidence of Obama’s racism and his handlers’ genocidal plot against White people, but it is unlikely to have much impact. Soon after receiving the money most, non-Whites will fritter in a way on high priced-junk from Jewish-owned companies, and paying off high-interest loans from Jewish lenders.

Though American White working people, the kind of people who could use an extra $300 to feed their families, are almost completely disempowered in the United States, Obama’s Judæo-occult handlers, and their privileged negro êlite have spent the past eight years transforming the country in preparation for White genocide. Recently, with the candidate Donald Trump topping Republican polls, Jewish-owned news stations have been urging illegal immigrants who are barred from owning weapons under U.S. law to “use the Second Amendment” and acquire weapons to murder anyone who attempts to deport them. That exact statement was recently aired on Chicago’s 105.9 FM.

The particular way in which the CFPB is handling the Ally distribution has drawn scrutiny from Congressional regulators. The House financial services committee under Rep. Jeb Hansarling (R-TX), has been holding hearings. But this is all hot air. The Republican Party hates White people as much as Obama, and is nothing but a token opposition designed to delude people and to channel and diffuse White anger.

Friday, February 05, 2016

How To Stage A Glorious Failure


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UA2eSj3w3aU&list=PLMv92FQj_9X6e2pU8EPRRjA4eM2pF6vJg

With regard to the recent events at the Malheur Wildlife Refuge in Harney County, Oregon: if you're going to stage a glorious failure that destroys the lives of those participating in it, make sure that it actually means something and accomplishes something in the long run.

100 years ago this April there was such a glorious failure, one that eventually achieved victory. If we're really into suicide missions like Malheur, check out the above link and see how it's done. These episodes are long and they're mostly in Irish, but the subtitles are good, and they well repay an extended viewing.

I say to you guys again: I have walked the street where revolution was done. I have seen the monuments and the wall plaques and the bullet and shrapnel scars on the Four Courts and the GPO. I have been the old men tottering down the street on their canes and sitting in the pubs in their black berets.

It can be done, but not as we are. We must become the men our great-grandfathers were.

-HAC

Tuesday, February 02, 2016

Radio Free Northwest - Murder On Highway 395


http://northwestfront.org/2016/02/radio-free-northwest-february-4th-2016/

HAC on the murder of Lavoy Finicum.

Monday, February 01, 2016

Jews Turn On Trump



by Bill White


He’s a radical Zionist with a Jewish son and a Jewish daughter, but his life as a Shabbas goy won’t save him. The Republican Party’s Jewish Mafia has decided to destroy Donald Trump at all cost.

Lobbyist Liz Mair, former online communications director for the Republican National Committee, and founder of Trump Card LLC, the new anti-Trump alliance, wrote: “In the absence of our efforts, Trump is exceedingly unlikely to implode, or be forced out of the race.” Mair went on to solicit money from major Jewish Republican Party string pullers to fund anti-Trump attack ads.

On the surface, the neoconservative turn against Trump makes little sense. Trump is a conservative Judæophile. In a recent public statement, he turned a group of dancing false–Israeli spies arrested in New Jersey into a group of dancing Muslims. These kinds of lies which invert reality and depend on apathy and amnesia to magically re-create history are prototypical Jewish. The phony “Holocaust” is one of the greatest examples of Jewish service to the lie.

But Trump has hinted that he might enact trade and immigration policies which are in a sense nationalist, closing the U.S. borders, and deporting between 30 million to 45 million illegal immigrants, and ending free trade. This would eliminate deflationary pressures on the U.S. economy, causing wages to rise, and would make the country more White.

World Judaism, however is focused upon the goal of ruling the world by eliminating national borders and exterminating the White race. This goal is derived from ancient Jewish beliefs that they are an alien race of serpents, locked in combat with White angels, who made blacks from mud to serve as slaves. In this perverse religious ideology, the Jewish people have a mandate to re-create an ancient global slave state.

This Jewish one-world ideology has sucked in prominent Republican Gentiles, many members of Judæo–occult secret societies who are taught a perverse Judæo-philic version of the ancient traditions.

From these New World Order élites, global conquest trumps any of their members’ former service to the collectives. Thus despite a global effort to destroy the Islamic faith, globalists like secret society member Jeb Bush have attacked proposals by Trump to register Muslim terrorists.

“You talk about closing mosques, you talk about registering people, that’s just wrong.” Bush told CNBC’s squawk box.

But the American public – the White working class males who make up the Republican base – isn’t buying it. Thus the push by the Jewish Trump Card LLC to derail Trump’s presidential bid. According to the Wall Street Journal, the group plans to use two old Jewish tactics of lies and libel to keep Trump voters home.

“Possible tactics include fake pro-Trump ads using a Trump impersonator to show him insulting people, and attacking his business record in stark nasty terms,” the Journal reported.

This lying is the essence of what was once called Jewish sorcery, in which illusion and misdirection is used to misdirect and control people. This idea of the lie as the Jewish God is inherent in the rabbinical tradition that carved Judaism out of the Israelite religion in the 6th to 4th centuries A.D.

No surprise, Mair’s efforts are winning support from groups like the Club for Growth, and association of Jewish usurers. Like the lie, usury is a fundamental pillar of the Jewish religion.

With all of the U.S. media, which is Jewish owned, already against Trump it’s unclear how much damage Mair can do. But the fact she may fail won’t make an honest woman out of her. One of the secret Jewish teachings is that Jews are the remnant of a race of shadow–beings from Hell. That given, Mair has a legacy to live up to.


Sunday, January 31, 2016

How Odd ...


 
The FBI sent 100 agents in 40 armored vehicles to murder one man in Oregon, but they haven't even interviewed Hillary Clinton yet.