Wednesday, January 30, 2013

The Day Of Victory



Eighty years ago tonight, the torchlight parades throughout Germany celebrated the beginning of a new era for all of our Folk, a new era which still exists despite the disaster of 1945. Because of the Revolution of 1933, we now have an example for all time of the historical truth that nothing is immutable, nothing is inevitable, nothing is engraved in stone forever.
 
I can think of little to say on this date that has not been said before or will not sound childishly naive, but nonetheless I will try to distill it all into a few sentences. There is hope, if we will but accept it.  

Weimar fell. The New World Order will fall as well. What we are trying to do has already been done, once.  It is not impossible. It is not beyond reach. It is do-able. We know because Hitler did it. The German people did it. 

We have farther, much farther to go, and before we can achieve what the F├╝hrer achieved we must re-create and re-invent and re-forge our very souls in the white-hot furnace of faith---but genetically, we are every bit as strong and brave as those brown and black-clad Germanic heroes who trod the cobblestones of the Fatherland eight decades ago tonight, beneath the light of ten million torches.


People ask me often how I stand the kind of treatment I get, how I can keep on going in the face of the madness and the hatred and the revolting cowardly behavior of people with White skins, White faces, and the souls of rodents. 

I can keep on going because those torches from that January night so long ago in my grandfather's world burn in my mind's eye and in my heart. I keep on going because I know that what we see from so-called White people today is an aberration, a corruption, the ultimate expression of Judaic cancer gnawing away at the soul before death. 

I keep on going because I know that those who hire lawyers and defile doorsteps and scratch mailboxes and scream like lunatics on the internet are not the true representatives of my Folk---those men who marched with the torches underneath the January stars of Germany on that night are. It is they who fill my thoughts and my spirit, not these other critters.

Sometimes we are so depressed and demoralized and angered and revolted by what we see today from so-called White people that we forget---all of this GUBU and Space Madness is a very modern phenomenon, less than fifty years old, really. For thousands of years before that, our males were men and our females were women, not consumer organisms or politically correct duckspeakers. For all their assault on everything good and decent, you can't sweep away millennia of culture and history and folkways in one or two generations.
 
Despite it all, I sense a great awakening coming. This is where I have a lot of trouble---conveying to all  of you my overwhelming sense of optimism about all this. If I were not convinced, utterly and completely, that history is on our side and that our Folk will survive and conquer, I certainly wouldn't waste my life sitting here beating a dead horse. I'd be an American about it; I would run away and try to grab something for me with the rest of my life.

I'm still here. This should tell you something.
 
It's going to happen for us, people. It may not happen like we want it to happen. It won't happen like it happened in Germany. It took me a long time to understand and accept that myself---my longing to see the long brown columns marching beneath the torchlight is every bit as urgent and deep and anguished as yours. But it will happen as the inscrutable forces of history dictate, in ways which are appropriate and natural to our time and place.
 
We, too, will have our January 30th someday, in our own independent Northwest American Republic. Stay strong, don't fall by the wayside---be there with me when that glorious day comes!

88!
Harold A. Covington

4 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

HAC:
This is, perhaps, appropriate to your blogpost.http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=fvwp&NR=1&v=BYYrOv8nb80
Regards

11:06 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Every time you pick up your copy of Mein Kampf and read the words of a giant that understood how the world should work you stand on the cusp of returning that world to life again. Regardless of our differences we are still white and the embers of the torches of 1933 still linger in our souls. Only the breath of life needs to blow on those fragments to turn them into a raging fire that will cleanse the world. Heil Hitler Forever! From the rooftops scream the 14 Words and let the cowards, the muds, the juden, and the other assorted filth know the spirit of Adolf Hitler has risen from the grave.

5:03 PM  
Anonymous Dave said...

It may be here sooner than we all think.

We will prevail.

Dave 01302013 / 2100

8:58 PM  
Anonymous Joseph Anthony Fascista said...

I agree Harold.I have never felt our extinction was inevitable. As I often point out it took the Spanish 700 years to expel the Muslim Moors. The U.S. is not even half that age! I really think the mistake most Americans make is they confuse the concepts of race and nation. At one time white destiny and Americanism were coupled together. Now it is no longer the case.(Since the Wasp elite got replaced with the Judeo-liberal coalition) I do believe America is indeed terminal. We are seeing the beginning of its death throes. Obama did not cause these problems, he is merely the symptom.
But be of good cheer. No less a man than John C. Calhoun once noticed that as dear as liberty it is it not as dear as racial preservation because the end of racial preservation will be the end of liberty;whereas if a portion of the race survives then liberty can always be replanted.What is important is not whether the U.S. survives (It wont) but rather a portion of our race survives to build a better future.So racial preservation, not contemporary American Patriotism, should be the order of the day!

6:32 PM  

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