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.

Friday, January 29, 2016

From The Brigade

Chapter XI. Hearing The Screams

O, God, that I were a man!
I would eat his heart in the market-place! 
Much Ado About Nothing – Act IV, Scene 2

Annette Ridgeway had led a life of sufficient privilege, and sufficient just plain good fortune, so that until the age of seventeen she had never attended a funeral before. On this cold and rainy afternoon in January, her luck ran out. She stood with a group of her family and friends on the sodden grass beside a long dark hole of brown earth into which some men in overalls were about to lower her only sister. Janet Ridgeway had turned sixteen only a month before she swallowed an entire bottle of her mother’s sleeping pills, and almost a whole bottle of Jack Daniels from her father’s liquor cabinet. She then passed out on the plush carpeted floor of the rec room in the two million-dollar family home in West Linn, Oregon, and choked to death on her own vomit.

Annette stared at Jan’s peaceful face, like a golden little angel, visible through the glass window at the top of the coffin. The minister was droning in the background about the saving grace of Jesus Christ, but Annette tuned him out. What he was saying had no relevance to what was happening to her. It was just background noise. Annette watched the face in the glass slowly disappearing into the ground, burning into her mind forever the last sight she would ever see of her sister. They had only been a year apart; Annette’s parents sometimes joked with them, “You were a mistake, Annie, but you were so beautiful we just had to make another one.” This would be the last time that she would ever see this person, this part of her that had been there always, now been ripped away from her for the rest of her life, now sliding down into the earth out of her sight forever. Annette knew that she had to control herself, that she mustn’t go insane. She leaned over the edge of the grave, her long blonde hair falling from her black-draped shoulders, straining for that very last glimpse of all. She could see her sister’s dead face, barely visible in the shadows at the bottom of the grave, before the dirt began to fall on it and she was gone.

Her boyfriend, a tall and good-looking kid in a somber suit named Eric Sellars, grasped her arm, afraid she would fall in. “Annette, we need to go now,” he said, quietly but firmly, gently easing her away from the grave.

“It’s not over,” she said.

“I know,” said Eric softly. He understood perfectly well what she was really saying to him. “But the ceremony is. You need to come away now and be with your parents. They need you.” Annette turned and walked away from the grave without another word. She had not cried during the entire funeral. Since the one explosion of hysteria and grief in Eric’s arms when they had heard the news together, she had not cried at all. Annette went straight to her sobbing wreck of a mother, Lorraine. She quietly took Lorraine’s arm from her father and led her back to the waiting black stretch limo parked along the gravel cemetery pathway. It was as if none of the other hundred or so people attending the funeral even existed. Annette ignored them all, and none intruded. 

Ray Ridgeway stared after his wife and daughter. He was a distinguished-looking man in late middle age, expensively dressed in Armani and professionally coiffed. He prided himself on requiring neither Rogaine nor Viagra at his age, and he had the bright and even teeth of a young man, polished but not even capped. Ray was the CEO of Continental Bank, a senior partner in the most successful brokerage firm on the West Coast, and a power player in the financial world. He had just made the stunning discovery that rich and powerful men down through the millennia always made at some point in their careers—that he was powerless to cheat death. His child was dead, and there was no one to negotiate or bargain with, no one to threaten, no one to bribe, no strings that could be pulled, no way to fix this. Technically Jan hadn’t even been murdered, she had taken her own life. Ray’s common sense and lifetime of experience in the real America told him with perfect clarity that the man responsible was completely untouchable, and that there was nothing to be done. He was shaken to the core of his being by the loss of his youngest child, and he was icy with fear for his oldest. 

He beckoned to young Sellars. He had approved of this boy from the beginning, a steady and intelligent young man planning a career in engineering, and he was grateful for Eric’s relieving him of his fears for Annette’s future, since even at their young age he could sense that they were a solid couple and would probably make it if they decided to give it a go. It was Jan who had been driving him and Lorraine frantic for the past year. “Eric, is Annette…all right?” Ray asked the younger man anxiously.

“I don’t know, sir,” Eric told him frankly. “She won’t talk to me.”

“Or me. I’ve tried. I’ll try again tonight,” said Ray.

He did try again that night, asking Annette to join him in his study in the West Linn mansion. She sat down on the couch, still wearing her black mourning dress from the funeral. “Mom won’t take a sleeping pill,” she said. “She says she won’t ever take anything again. I suppose that’s understandable in view of what happened to her last prescription. I think she’ll sleep, though. She’s exhausted. Empty, I suppose would be a better word.”
Ray poured himself a stiff shot of Jack, aware of the irony of consuming the drug that had killed his daughter as a means of ameliorating his grief at her death, although he said nothing. He knew that Annette would catch that irony as well, but he said, “This is a hell of an occasion for me to ask you this for the first time, but do you want one? Have you started drinking yet?”

“I don’t think I’m going to start,” said Annette.

“Smart decision,” said her father with an approving nod. “But then, all of yours are smart. I wish your sister had possessed your level head.”

“Dad, no need to dance around it. Jan’s decisions were just plain stupid. She was self-destructive, she had no sense of self-esteem and no inner strength. She let the whole adolescent angst thing get on top of her, she just went with the flow, and it killed her. She got involved with drugs, she got involved with a nigger, and she did both at once. If that’s not the classic definition of a self-destructive personality, I don’t know what is.”

Ray looked at her oddly. “The psychobabble I get. You picked that up from your mother and her hundred and one self-help books and fads, not to mention TV. But the racism is a new one on me. Where did that come from?”

“Where racism always comes from, Dad,” said his daughter calmly. “From close and regular contact with blacks.”

“Oh? And how many blacks do you have close and regular contact with at Ashdown Academy?” inquired her father. “Three? Four?”

“One was enough,” she replied coolly. “Look, Dad, can we take all the shocked disclaimers as read? Or to quote one of your own favorite sayings, don’t piss down my back and tell me it’s raining. I know what every white person in this country knows, even if they’re all too terrified to say it out loud. They’re not Africans-Americans, they’re niggers. They aren’t equal to us in any way, they never have been, they can’t tie their own shoelaces without an affirmative action program, and they’re not even very nice. Now, what did you want to say to me?”

Ridgeway looked at her, bemused. “Okay, fine, we’ll leave the deep political and philosophical debate on diversity and multiculturalism for another time. And yes, you’re right, we all know in the privacy of our own thoughts that when all is said and done, they’re nothing but niggers, and they won’t ever be anything else. But the fact is that society doesn’t allow that viewpoint anymore. I always thought of myself as pretty smart, but I’ll admit to you, I have no idea how on earth we have gotten to—well, where we are, but we have. The point is, Annette, and it’s the point I have to make sure you understand completely, is that whether we like it or not, we have to live in the real world. Down throughout the centuries, society has always had certain rules that men and women were expected to live by, and I don’t mean just the laws on a statute book. Always there have been certain people who by common consensus, however arrived at, have been allowed to flaunt or disregard those rules, so long as they do so within certain commonly accepted if unstated parameters of discretion. This Lucius Flammus is one such. This society has decided, for what reasons I will not even try to speculate, that tall men with black skins who can bounce a ball up and down on a wooden floor are a politically and socially protected species. For all practical purposes, Flammus is immune from the consequences of his behavior. The fact is that other than a few minor narcotics violations, which we can’t prove, his behavior isn’t only not illegal, it’s actually encouraged as part of his public persona.”

“How can you talk about Jan’s death in those detached bullshit terms like it was some kind of sociological phenomenon?” cried Annette bitterly.

“Because it is the only way I can talk about it, the only way I can think about it, and not lose my mind! The only way I can not take that gun out of my desk and go kill Flammus, thereby destroying not only myself but you and your mother, and losing all we have, and leaving you two alone and destitute in this horrible place,” said Ridgeway harshly. “Annette, suicide is not the solution to anything. It wasn’t the solution to Jan’s pregnancy, and it wouldn’t be any kind of solution for me, or you, or your mother.” He knelt beside her. “Honey, do you understand what I am saying to you? Do you understand that with your silence, your refusal to grieve, your refusal to accept her death and get on with your life, you are scaring the hell out of Lorraine and me? And Eric too, I think?”

“So we’re all nothing but a bunch of hogs slopping at the great American trough, and every so often the big black butcher comes among us and drags one of us away squealing, and we just look the other way and accept it as the price of all that lovely swill and jam our snouts back in deep, so we don’t hear the screams?” demanded Annette. “Is that it?”

“Yes,” admitted Ridgeway. “I know how contemptible that sounds, but yes, Annette, that’s how Americans have to live, because the powers that control our existence have decreed it. You live your life, and you try to do the best you can for yourself and your family. Insofar as possible, you avoid all contact with the system, especially the so-called justice system. You stay away from politics and controversy and anything that might get you noticed, you build what you can for those you love, and you hope to God that every time that black or brown butcher comes into the pen, he passes you and your loved ones by and takes someone else. And you don’t hear the screams. You never let yourself hear the screams. You mustn’t, Annette. You must condition yourself, harden yourself, train yourself, deceive yourself if need be, however you have to do it. But you never let yourself hear the screams off in the darkness, because if you do, that way lies madness and self-destruction, and you may well drag your loved ones with you. I’m sorry, but that’s the way real life is, Annette. I understand how terrible this sounds, and if by telling you this I have lost your respect, then I am deeply saddened. But I am your father, and I have to tell you these things, because no one else will. I am telling you, desperately trying to convince you, because you’re young and idealistic, and in the world of today that is deadly dangerous. Normally we hold up youth and idealism as good things, and so they are, but only in certain channels that the powers have pre-approved. I know you, honey. I know that stubborn streak you’ve had since you were a little girl, like that time when you were five years old and you sat at the dinner table until four o’clock the next morning rather than eat your Brussels sprouts. You are dangerously close to letting your youth and idealism draw you in a direction that society does not approve, and will not allow.”

“I never did eat those damned Brussels sprouts,” Annette reminded him.

“No, you didn’t,” Ridgeway agreed with a soft laugh. “You got me there. But honey, if you try to pursue this matter of your sister’s death, you won’t be a little girl defying your father and a plate of vegetables. You will be crossing a line that America forbids you to cross, and you will be punished more savagely than I think you can possibly imagine, especially with the, uh, situation here in the Pacific Northwest the way it is now.”

“Maybe the NVA will solve the problem and kill Lucius!” said Annette irrepressibly.

“Maybe,” agreed Ridgeway. “I have to say I don’t think much of his good judgment in remaining at Ashdown in view of what’s going down in the city. Nor will I shed a tear if and when that happens. But Annette, I want you to promise me something. Dead serious, I want you to promise me that you won’t do anything stupid along that line.” His voice was anxious.

“And just what do you think I’m going to do, Dad?” she asked artlessly.

“Now don’t you go pissing down my back and tell me it’s raining, young lady!” snapped Ray. “I know perfectly well what is going on in that beautiful head of yours, and I say to you again, this isn’t a plate of Brussels sprouts you can get your way on through sheer mule-headedness! I want you to promise me that you’re not going to try to contact this damned gang of racist psychopaths who are running around Portland murdering people and bombing things, and try to get them to kill this Flammus character!”

“And how would I do that?” laughed Annette merrily. “Come on, Dad! It’s not like they’re in the Yellow Pages under A for Assassins or anything! And none of the kids at Ashdown are likely to hang with them after school. Our student parking lot looks like a Lexus and BMW dealership. Not a pickup truck with a rifle rack in the bunch.”

“I don’t know, but honey, I am scared shitless that you are going to go floundering around in biker bars in McMinnville or something stupid like that, asking dangerous questions about some truly dangerous people, and you’re going to get into some horrible situation. Either the police or FBI will pick up on what you’re doing and arrest you under the Patriot Act or Suppression of Domestic Terrorism Act, and I will have to spend half our savings on lawyers to get what’s left of you back—sorry, I know that sounds horrible too, but you know what I mean—or else what’s worse, you might actually stumble across a real racist death squad and they’ll kill you. Annette, please!” her father begged her urgently. “Promise me you won’t do anything stupid like that! We’ve lost one child, and now you’re all we’ve got left. If we lose you, your mother and I will die too, inside, in a way that doesn’t bear thinking about. Please!”

“I promise, Dad, no bars in McMinnville,” she told him.

* * *
“Okay, so if you promised to stay out of bars in McMinnville, how do we find the NVA?” asked Eric Sellars as they walked along the quad at Ashdown Academy. They were dressed in their dark blue school uniforms, with a dark green tartan plaid skirt for Annette, along with parkas and sweaters against the weather, their books under their arms. It was their first day back after the long Christmas break. The school authorities had told Annette she could have some more time off if she needed it, but she had responded that she wanted to get back into the routine of school as soon as possible. 

“We don’t,” said Annette. She took a deep breath “Eric, I think we need to quit seeing each other, and you need to put some visible public distance between you and me. I’m going to do something, one way or the other, and my father is right. I’m probably going to end up destroying myself just as surely as Jan did when she swallowed those pills. I have no right to take you with me on this death trip.”

“I’m in,” he said. “I mean it, Annette, I’m in. I loved Jan too, not like I love you, but she was important to you, and that made her important to me. If you don’t want to be with me anymore, I can’t make you, but if that’s the way you want it, then I’ll go after Flammus myself. As corny as this may sound, if I can’t be with you I don’t much care what happens to me.”

“I know,” she sighed. “That’s what bothers me. I thought a lot about what Dad said, about what will happen to him and to Mom and to you if I fuck this up, which I probably will.”

“But you’re going ahead anyway?” he asked.

“I have to,” said Annette. “It just can’t be any other way, Eric. Dad was wrong about one thing. At some time we have to lift our heads up from the trough, and we have to let ourselves hear the screams. I can’t let this go, Eric. If I don’t let myself hear the death scream of my own sister, if I pretend I don’t hear because I’m afraid or because it’s just too darned inconvenient to hear, then it will get easier and easier from then on, and eventually I will be just as deaf and dumb and blind as everyone else. Somebody has to hear the screams, Eric, and do something to stop it all. Don’t get me wrong. I’m not Joan of Arc, and I’m so scared of what I’m doing I think I may shit myself sometimes. But I just can’t do anything else.”

“That old saying about the truth will set you free is crap,” said Eric. “The truth isn’t liberating, it’s lethal. We live in a world based on lies, and anyone who chooses truth, they’re going to try to destroy. There is just no way I can stand by and let you go into this alone, Annette. You’re doing it for Jan. So am I, a little. But mostly I’m doing it for you. I want to, I have to, and I don’t want you to ever blame yourself. You offered me an out, and I said no. I’m in. Now how are we going to find the NVA?”

Wednesday, January 27, 2016

Eyewitness Account Of Lavoy Finicum's Murder (Updated)

You need to listen to this fast before YouTube pulls it down, and make sure you download it to your own computer and re-upload it to as many YouTube channels and other internet sites as possible. They're going to be hunting this one down like a dog chasing a rabbit through the brush.


Update January 28th a.m. - The FBI now claims that Lavoy was "reaching for his waistband" and this necessitated firing over 100 shots. Well, they would say that, wouldn't they?

Tuesday, January 26, 2016

Lavoy Finicum Extrajudicially Executed In Oregon (Updated)

The murdered man in Oregon is Robert "Lavoy" Finicum from Arizona. Last week the dictatorship seized his four foster children from his home in retaliation for his support of the Malheur occupation. The following comes off VNN:

"Nevada Assemblywoman Michele Fiore said that Ammon Bundy called his wife, Lisa Bundy, from the back of a police car on Tuesday night.

"Fiore, a vocal supporter of the Bundy family, said that Ammon Bundy told his wife that Finicum was cooperating with police and had put his hands up.

"Then, Fiore said, Bundy told his wife that he watched police shoot Finicum three times. She said that Ammon Bundy also said Finicum was on the ground when he was shot."

This sounds like an extrajudicial execution under the National Defense Authorization Act of 2011, and as such it is perfectly "legal" in Obama's America.

(Update January 27th a.m.)

ABC News is now reporting that Robert "Lavoy" Finicum was standing with his hands in the air when he was shot in the face, then fell to the ground and had two more bullets fired into his back by the Obama gunmen. 

Radio Free Northwest - January 28th, 2016

HAC reports on Harney County, with an important update at the end, and talks about future call-in show. More of HAC and Sven Longshanks, and Gretchen reviews Arthur C. Clarke's Childhood's End.

Sunday, January 24, 2016

A German Girl's Cry For Help

(Introduction by Ramzpaul, almost as important as video itself.)

(The video itself. Make sure you download it and upload it to YouTube as often as you can. Apparently the Jews who run YouTube and other social media are actively tracking it down and deleting it almost as fast as it can be uploaded. The 16-year-old girl who made it will most likely be arrested and prosecuted by the Merkel regime.)

Saturday, January 23, 2016

Firebase Occupation: Strategy and Counter-Strategy

by Bill White

In modern military occupations by major powers, the occupying power has often adopted a firebase strategy, in which the occupying power establishes bases throughout a nation and deploys from them response forces designed to supplement the law enforcement operations of a puppet civil authority. The key to this strategy is mobility, the ability to enter hostile territory quickly, conduct an “arrest” or assassination, and then withdraw to the bases safely, often before enemy forces can respond. No real attempt is made to win the loyalty of the hostile occupied population, and the enemy usually alternates civil governments claiming legitimate governance of the occupied territory. This strategy and these occupiers have never been successful. However, the lack of success has not deterred the strategy’s deployment.

Historical Perspective

 The firebase strategy was first deployed during the American effort in Vietnam. It was used during the Soviet invasion of Afghanistan, during the American operation in Mogadishu, and during the American occupations of Iraq and Afghanistan. What enabled this strategy was the development of helicopters, which allow small special forces units to deploy repidly and withdraw into and from hostile territory. The necessity of securing the territory itself no longer exists. Operations can be conducted anywhere helicopters can fly.
Air superiority is an obvious prerequisite for these operations, and in each case this tactic has been deployed against insurgent forces with no appreciable air power. In post-SovietAfghanistan and Mogadishu, the development of effective air defenses in the form of Stinger missiles or modified RPGs led to the failure of the strategy. Today in Syria the so-called moderate rebels, before the destruction by of their side by ISIS, demanded MANPAD missiles for the same reason. Without some way to counter occupation helicopters, insurgent forces are generally helpless against this strategy. While the occupier may not be able to soothe the seething population, when their intelligence networks operate properly they are able to degrade the insurgent forces almost indefinitely through pinpoint strikes. Generally targeting insurgent command and control, top leadership and “the bench” are degraded until the insurgents cannot function.

Similarly, without unlimited helicopter support occupational operations are doomed to failure. Rapid reactions by convoy are some totally ineffective in urban areas, where antitank weapons and IEDs can be deployed at close range and where urban geography constrains the movement of larger vehicles. And in open areas, further from bases, ground troops cannot reach targets with the same stealth and speed. Helicopters are also expensive, and the loss of such vehicles greatly increases the cost of occupation, accelerating bankruptcy of the occupying power and eventual insurgent victory.

The Typical Operation

Helicopters launched from fire bases intend to either capture or kill targets. Both types of operations were seen in Somalia.

In a typical kill operation American helicopters attacked a meeting of the Somali National Alliance to avenge SNA attacks on the oddly-named “peace keepers.” Approximately 100 senior persons had gathered in a mansion to discuss a cease-fire proposal, which the Americans then treacherously targeted in an attempt to murder them all. American helicopters simply peppered the meeting with TOW missiles. There were no American casualties. Today, this kind of mission has been largely turned over to drones.

Helicopters are still needed for the insertion and extraction of ground troops. The Black Hawk Down incident on October 3, 1991 is a model of this type of operation. Here, the United States intended to and in fact did capture to senior SNA leaders meeting in the building in downtown Mogadishu. Three types of helicopters were deployed. Observation helicopters entered the area first and coordinated reconnaissance; they continued this function throughout the mission. Two attack helicopters were deployed to provide fire support, and six armed transport helicopters were used to deploy troops. The mission had certain peculiarities. It involves both Ranger and Delta forces who maintained separate command elements. But typically, the overall command element remains airborne and in radio contact with the ground commanders.

In this attack, the Delta force assaulted the building used for the meeting in the manner of a police SWAT team first. Moments after, Rangers were deployed at the four main intersections at the corner of the block the building was on to establish the perimeter. The convoy under a separate ground commander and comprised of mixed Delta, Ranger and Seal forces, was deployed to extract the assault element and the prisoners. A reserve force remained in the air to rescue any downed helicopters. In the case of a Novorossiya–style uprising, such assaults would be deployed to recover captured government buildings and other strong points. Moving quickly enough, such response would stop an uprising in its tracks. The only reason Kiev did not respond this way is because it lacks helicopters and a professional military. In an uprising, say, within the territorial bounds of the United States, both military and many law enforcement agencies have the capacity to mount this kind of response; witness the police helicopter response to the 1981 MOVE uprising in Philadelphia.

 The key to this kind of operation is speed. The attack is designed to be over before a defense can be launched. “Shock and awe” overwhelms the strongest point defenders before they realize that defense is needed; the forces are withdrawn before enemy can mount a counter-attack.  

Part of this is coordination. In Mogadishu, helicopters were flown constantly over the city so they were no longer a novelty and the presence of helicopters was not considered a prelude to attack. The assault element dropped within the strong point’s perimeter. The total air time from the firebase was three minutes; no alarm was raised, and the SNA neither posted sentries outside the meeting place nor possessed sophisticated communication. Radio signals city wide were jammed.

Despite all this the operation, originally composed of 160 men give or take, suffered 18 dead and 72 wounded, a 56% casualty rate. 500 Somalis were killed and thousands injured but, most were non-combatants. Further, most combatants were independent actors – all male, children or home owners who picked up guns to defend their neighborhood, not part of the larger force. The SNA’s losses probably did not amount to 100 dead or 200 wounded, about a 3 to 1 casualty rate, nearly what is expected for an assault on a fortified position. (American body armor tends to reduce the ratio of killed to wounded, as do their superior medical facilities.) The question here is what did the Somalis do right?

Neutralizing The Firebase

There are several strategies one can use against the firebase strategy of occupation, but, none is as effective as denying the occupying force their air superiority. Since the 1980s, Islamic fighters from Afghanistan to Somalia to Syria have developed experience in improvised air defenses, and they have successfully used this information repeatedly to defeat superpower militaries. Without the ability to deploy rapid response teams by helicopter, occupiers are forced to resort to infantry tactics, often in urban environments, where they take casualties typical of such operations. These losses and their expense devastate and demoralize the occupiers.

In Afghanistan, prior to the U.S. decision to supply Stinger missiles, the mujahedin primarily used modified RPGs against Soviet helicopters. The rocket – propelled grenade is an explosive rocket with the triggering detonator in the nose cone, primarily designed to explode upon impact. Because it is very difficult to hit a moving helicopter, the mujahedin rewired the triggering device to operate on a timer [whether the timer had to be set manually or could be armed by the launch is not clear to me; I don’t know if the RPG has the latter capability – B.W.] This way, the RPG would explode whether it struck the helicopter or not. The mujahedin would then aim at the helicopter’s tail. At ranges of up to 1000 feet, this could take a helicopter down.

However it’s virtually impossible to hit a moving helicopter with an RPG. Helicopters fly by too fast and too high. Thus, the moment to strike a helicopter is when it is hovering and disgorging troops. To do this, a defensive posture was necessary. Initially the mujahedin deployed their improvised air defenses on rooftops. This was ineffective. Occupation helicopters would murder the men from literally a mile away. Instead, the insurgents learned to conceal AA men in an urban environment under camouflage. They allowed a helicopter to fly overhead, and then fired at the helicopter from behind from between its 5 o’clock and 7 o’clock position. This was often effective. The tail was exposed, and the helicopter was least able to respond and kill the shooters. This tactic downed two of the three helicopters lost by the Americans in Mogadishu.

Obviously more sophisticated missile systems are more effective. In Afghanistan, wire-guided missiles were originally given to insurgents. What was found was that a helicopter could usually kill the men guiding the missile before the missile could strike. But Stingers – or modern MANPADS – effectively grounded the Soviet helicopter fleet. In Ukraine, the deployment of Russian SAMs essentially denies the Kiev régime the skies. Stingers are effective up to 13,000 feet, while modern SAMS can shoot down planes at 35,000 feet or more.

Drones have also been suggested as an anti-aircraft device system. Essentially, drones armed with IEDs can be piloted up to helicopters and detonated remotely. The issue again is one of speed helicopters typically move much faster than civilian drones, thus they would have to be targeted while hovering, and thus particularly vulnerable.

It should also be noted that combat helicopters are made to withstand substantial damage. Light arms are unlikely to bring a helicopter down. They can disable a helicopter so that after landing it cannot return to flight. One American helicopter was lost this way in Mogadishu. But light arms are most effective against a helicopter’s crew. The issue, again, is one of leading a moving target and given the massive disproportion of power, a helicopter can easily murder someone shooting at it with a rifle.

Thus the best strategy for defense against firebase occupation is development of anti-helicopter tactics. Men who engage in such tactics should be expect high casualties. However once effectively countered, the firebase strategy falls apart.

Other effective counters to the firebase strategy involve denial of intelligence to the occupiers. To launch rapid assaults, the occupiers need good and current information. In Somalia, before Black Hawk Down, the Americans repeatedly embarrassed themselves by acting on bad intelligence. In one raid, for instance, they arrested nearly two dozen UN peacekeepers after mistaking them for Somali warlords. In another, they arrested a friendly general after being told that he was an SNA general. Thus denial of targeting information hampers firebase occupation.

Lastly, one can attack and overrun the firebases themselves. However, once an insurgent force has the power to destroy occupation strong points, it is often no longer the insurgency but the dominant force. Firebase occupation as a strategy presumes a great disproportion of relative strength between occupier and occupied.

One would be hard pressed to name a conflict in which the firebase–based occupation strategy succeeded. This approach is resource intensive and cannot be maintained indefinitely. Yet it remains the approach of choice for superpowers attempting to dominate a hostile population. To defeat this strategy, insurgents must increase its cost. In every case where an insurgency has matured to the point where it has developed an effective anti-helicopter tactics, the firebase strategy has quickly come apart. Relying on speed air superiority, and, intelligence, wine deprived of these advantages occupying superior powers have always cut their losses and run.


Thursday, January 21, 2016

From Harold's Favorite Jew 

"The lost story-line amid the food-fights and boasting contests that the 'debates' have turned into is the destruction being wreaked on the two major parties themselves. I don’t see how either the Republicans or Democrats get out of this thing alive. The primary season now upon us is the event horizon that sucks these two purposeless clubs into the bottomless hole of historical bad memories. Both parties have failed so fundamentally to represent or even apprehend the interests of the nation that they are now merely obstacles to any sort of plausible future, two infernal machines blocking the road, shaking themselves to death."

-James Howard Kunstler

One can only hope ...

Tuesday, January 19, 2016

Radio Free Northwest - January 21st, 2016

HAC on Harney Country and meth heads in the Northwest, Andy and the Trucker and Gretchen, and the first part of HAC’s interview with Sven Longshanks of Radio Aryan.

I highly recommend all of you check out Sven’s site at It’s a kind of Drudge Report for racial podcasts from all over.

Sunday, January 17, 2016

Freedom's Sons

Grittings, dewds:

Have had a couple of new readers for Freedom's Sons sending me stuff by e-mail, so I thought I'd remind you guys that there is in fact a formal thread on the website, over two years old now, for discussing FS.


Saturday, January 16, 2016

The White Republican

Quick plug for my other blog:

Friday, January 15, 2016

Harney County Update 1-15-2016

Everyone needs to bear in mind that there are probably "black ops" of various kinds being carried out by the dictator's servants with relation to the events at the Malheur Wildlife Refuge. Militia don't exactly carry IDs in nice plastic lamination like FBI agents do. 

The dictatorship is presently using some yay-hoo sheriff down there in Burns who clearly understands which side of his bread is buttered as a PR point man and a beard, but make no mistake as to who is really calling the shots. There are dozens of FBI agents and other secret policemen hiding in the woods around the refuge, skulking in their big RVs with the antennae and satellite dishes sticking out. 

One of the things you can expect to see, rather like happened after Oklahoma City, is that all of a sudden strange peripheral characters whom nobody ever heard of before are going to start popping up. The name "J. D. Cash" springs to mind, for those of you old enough to remember OKC and to have been paying attention at the time.

We will observe to our amazement that these peripheral characters nobody ever heard of before are getting all kind of media coverage while they 'splain everything dass goin' on, in some really bizarre way, probably involving UFO-style aliens as opposed to the Mexican kind. 

Anything that anyone says to anyone about Malheur needs to be taken with a large grain of salt and subjected to an extensive sniff test, including this blog. One of the dictatorship's primary weapons against the people it tyrannizes has always been disinformation, and they will be raining it down on us from a dizzy height. 

Okay, quick update to the update:

So much for the idea that the locals don't want the militia men there in their county. Better check this out before YouTube pulls it down.

The "Grasty" referred to is the enemy judge, presumably a Democrat, who says he is going to fine Ammon Bundy $75,000 per day so the dictatorship can come and take his father's ranch in Nevada on "civil execution" and give it to Harry Reid's land-speculator son for "development", which was the original casus belli last year when all this started.

Tweety Bird

Hi, guys:

A reminder: I now have a Twitter account @HAC1488.

So far is it seems like a rather cut-rate version of Facebook, which I haven't used in years. The Jew Zuckerberg decided back around '11 or so that I was too evil too have a Facebook page under my own name, which is probably a good thing since it prevented me from wasting years on Facebook and deprived the secret police agencies of a potentially valuable listening post.

I can see how Twitter might be of value, in theory, if I can somehow acquire a million zillion followers, which is you guys' department. I am not going to comport myself like some 15 year-old girl and spend hours a day trying to get people to follow me. You guys need to let all the people on your own wee little e-mails lists know about @HAC1488.

Wednesday, January 13, 2016

Radio Free Northwest - January 14th, 2016

The Northwest Tricolor in Idaho

HAC updates briefly on Harney County and talks about paramilitary training. We hear from Gretchen and the Trucker and Raven Feather.

Tuesday, January 12, 2016

I Tweet, Therefore I Am

Okay, after avoiding this for some years, I have decided to at least go through the motions of having a Twitter account. It is @HAC1488 for those of you who mess with this stuff.


Experimenting With Race

The Black Dilemma
by Anthony Bryan
May 30, 2015

For almost 150 years the United States has been conducting an interesting experiment. The subjects of the experiment: black people and working-class whites.

The hypothesis to be tested: Can a people taken from the jungles of Africa and forced into slavery be fully integrated as citizens in a majority white population?

The whites were descendants of Europeans who had created a majestic civilization. The former slaves had been tribal peoples with no written language and virtually no intellectual achievements. Acting on a policy that was not fair to either group, the government released newly freed black people into a white society that saw them as inferiors. America has struggled with racial discord ever since.

Decade after decade the problems persisted but the experimenters never gave up. They insisted that if they could find the right formula the experiment would work, and concocted program after program to get the result they wanted. They created the Freedman’s Bureau, passed civil rights laws, tried to build the Great Society, declared War on Poverty, ordered race preferences, built housing projects, and tried midnight basketball.

Their new laws intruded into people’s lives in ways that would have been otherwise unthinkable. They called in National Guard troops to enforce school integration. They outlawed freedom of association. Over the protests of parents, they put white children on buses and sent them to black schools and vice-versa. They tried with money, special programs, relaxed standards, and endless hand-wringing to close the achievement gap. To keep white backlash in check they began punishing public and even private statements on race. They hung up Orwellian public banners that commanded whites to celebrate diversity and say no to racism. Nothing was off limits if it might salvage the experiment.

Some thought that what W.E.B. DuBois called the "talented tenth" would lead the way for black people. A group of elite, educated blacks would knock down doors of opportunity and show the world what blacks were capable of. There is a talented tenth. They are the black Americans who have become entrepreneurs, lawyers, doctors and scientists. But ten percent is not enough. For the experiment to work, the ten percent has to be followed by a critical mass of people who can hold middle-class jobs and promote social stability. That is what is missing.

Through the years, too many black people continue to show an inability to function and prosper in a culture unsuited to them. Detroit is bankrupt, the south side of Chicago is a war zone, and the vast majority of black cities all over America are beset by degeneracy and violence. And blacks never take responsibility for their failures. Instead, they lash out in anger and resentment. Across the generations and across the country, as we have seen in Detroit, Watts, Newark, Los Angeles, Cincinnati, and now Ferguson, rioting and looting are just one racial incident away. The white elite would tell us that this doesn't mean the experiment has failed. We just have to try harder. We need more money, more time, more understanding, more programs, and more opportunities.

But nothing changes no matter how much money is spent, no matter how many laws are passed, no matter how many black geniuses are portrayed on TV, and no matter who is president. Some argue it’s a problem of culture, as if culture creates people’s behavior instead of the other way around. Others blame white privilege.

But since 1965, when the elites opened America's doors to the Third World, immigrants from Asia and India people who are not white, not rich, and not connected have quietly succeeded. While the children of these people are winning spelling bees and getting top scores on the SAT, black youths are committing half the country's violent crime, which includes viciously punching random white people on the street for the thrill of it. That has nothing to do with poverty.

The experiment has failed. Not because of white culture, or white privilege, or white racism. The fundamental problem is that American black culture has evolved into an un-fixable and crime-ridden mess. They do not want to change their culture or society, and expect others to tolerate their violence and amoral behavior. They have become socially incompatible with other races by their own design, not because of the racism of others - but by their own hatred of non-blacks.

Our leaders don't seem to understand just how tired their white subjects are with this experiment. They don't understand that white people aren't out to get black people; they are just exhausted with them. They are exhausted by the social pathologies, the violence, the endless complaints, and the blind racial solidarity, the bottomless pit of grievances, the excuses, and the reflexive animosity. The elites explain everything with racism, and refuse to believe that white frustration could soon reach the boiling point.

You can't legislate the poor into freedom by legislating the wealthy out of freedom. What one person receives without working for, another person must work for without receiving. The government can't give to anybody anything that the government doesn't first take from somebody else. When half of the people get the idea that they don't have to work because the other half is going to take care of them, and when the other half gets the idea that it does no good to work because somebody else is going to get what they work for, that my dear friend, is about the end of any nation. You cannot multiply wealth by dividing it.

Monday, January 11, 2016

America's Jihadists


by Bob Smith

The events now unfolding in Oregon are having an interesting -- and largely unreported development. Don't worry; it's good news.

To briefly capsulize it, a group of armed White militiamen have for several days taken control of a federal conservation preserve in Oregon. The situation has the potential now to become quite serious, given how the U.S. government has reacted to armed political types in Waco Texas, Whidbey Island in the Northwest, and Ruby Ridge, Idaho. 

This situation began due to a twenty-year dispute between the U.S. Bureau of Land Management and Cliven Bundy over the amount of time cattle were allowed to graze on his land and unpaid grazing fees. The situation blossomed into a siege that also involved local two men, father and son, Dwight and Steve Hammond, who surrendered to authorities on Monday to serve sentences for arson fires one of which they said was set to control impending wildfires.

All of the occupiers in the Malheur Wildlife Refuge siege are White-- there's not a black, Asian or Latino in sight, and it's only now surfacing that White militia members and right-wingers are united in the occupation. The Hammonds have officially disowned the Bundys, or at least their attorney has, but it's a little late as various reports and rumors swirl of an impending federal raid on the refuge, not to mention the militiamen's assertion that they're ready to "kill or be killed" along with a new controversy as to whether armed militiamen who occupy U.S. government land are "domestic terrorists." 

Right now, a lot of people don't know that the American government owns 28 percent of U.S. land, and there are growing restrictions placed on those who manage (usually farmers and families) with respect to animal grazing, timber harvesting and mineral extraction, that has gotten a lot of these people fed up.

We're not talking about Deliverance-style hillbillies who are angry, but young, handsome and frustrated men who have witnessed their families, livelihoods and culture and way of life threatened in the name of environmentalism. Typically, the leftists and the Jewsmedia love to depict them as backward idiots; in truth, they are more reminiscent of the romantic, independent, rugged American men of the West who settled the land. Real-life Marlboro Men, if you will.

All this has not eclipsed the racial aspect of the siege, and also something that these men have in common with the Muslim jihadists the U.S. dictatorship has gone to war with. These men want to preserve a way of life that goes back to the turn of the twentieth century and the days of the American cowboy. Fundamentalist jihadists and Islamists also want to take their land back a few centuries, to the patriarchal golden age of Islam. Both groups, the militias and the jihadists, want to go back to the old days, and they're armed. You can bet your bottom dollar that scares the hell out of the feminists, liberals, and libertines, and anyone else not on board with the New World Order/Free Trade/Internationalist cadres. That's what makes these White militias the new American jihadists.

It really is all about White militia freedom versus religious intolerance. And while the militia movement may be split, it is still a White racial one. And when you add the interference and heavy-handedness of the U.S. government, the side you're on gets chosen for you, instead of the other way around.

The armed racial nationalist militia elevates the White Nationalist movement as a whole; now we are armed and dangerous in the eyes of the Jewsmedia and the dictator's servants. And that's a good thing: you want a little intimidation, a little discomfort given to tyrannical regimes and also to foreign enemies who may not want to mess around with good ol' boys with guns who aren't under total Washington or state control.

Plus, there are all the symbols of America's racial nationalist history of militias. The Confederate flag has found its way as part of this, as well as the broken-snake "Don't Tread On Me" banner, believed to have been originated by U.S. founding father Benjamin Franklin. There's no way the U.S. militias, those participating in the Oregon siege and those cheering them on, can escape the racial aspect of what they are doing, even if they try in some mistaken effort to be "respectable." And there is the refreshing aspect of the revival of the original American spirit of revolution and justice.

It's going to be an interesting year...

New Northwest Front Video

Looks like we have a new NF YouTube guy. Calls himself Raven Feather.

Sunday, January 10, 2016

Harney County Eyewitness Account

I was at Burns, Oregon on Thursday, Friday and part of Saturday at their appropriated property.  I spent most of my time at their seized property and I enjoyed myself very much. The Jew lies about "most" of the locals wanting them to go away are pure poppycock! 

The site was 25-30 miles away from Burns, Oregon.  The locals were only too happy to give me directions to the area once they knew what side I was favoring and that I was a White man who is a man, and not a faggot Jew or social justice warrior.  They are rightfully afraid of losing their income and homes for supporting the evil "White Racist Nazi Homophobes Who Want to Kill Six Trillion Jews."  I knew the rebels would need high energy food for the troops. I brought a lot with me and I answered the security guard's questions with proof of good will, FOOD!    

After looking around I gained some confidence from the cautious  warriors.  I went back to Burns and brought back a load of food as specified by the women feeding the troops. One female comrade quietly mentioned as I was leaving the need for female bathing and sanitary products... I bought everything...   

The ice was broken and they knew I was legit. Many hugs and thanks.  I helped clean the kitchen and informed them that I was the temporary quartermaster... I had to tell them the definition  of a quartermaster for them to understand my assumed role.       

Much more to tell, please respond back soon and inform me of the info you would most like.  BTW, the media sent in flaming faggots to stir up an incident...  Everyone ignored them, they were wilted and depressed, poor babies...


It Begins

Behold, the first proposed U. S. anti-Holocaust denial law.

Apparently some historical "truths" are so weak and uncertain that they must be defended from questioning with prison bars.

Saturday, January 09, 2016

Harney County Update 1-9-2016 A.M.

Grittings, dewds:

I was speaking with a comrade yesterday who has an interesting take on Harney County and the whole "Sagebrush Rebellion" thing. I haven't delved deeply into this myself, but I am sure it will give our many resident conspiratologists hours of fascinating speculation. And like most conspiracy theories in this essentially insane society, there is a chance that every word of it might be true. When you live in an asylum run by the inmates anything is possible, and some of the weirdness that actually happens in Obama's Amurrica is stranger than any conspiracy website.

First off, back in 1972 or so Richard Nixon stopped export of American gold to (in those days) Europe, due to too many European banks and countries deciding to cash in on gold-backed U.S. Treasury bills. This meant that the United States government had to find some way to back or collateralize its paper besides the actual yellow or white stuff.

What they did was start issuing Treasury Bills and bonds and other loan paper collateralized by federally owned land, mostly in the West. One of the reasons that the dictatorship has become so acquisitive and possessive of land over the past 40 years or so is that it needs to back more and more of its worthless paper in order to borrow money, for the past 20 years much of it from the Chinese. The obvious policy of driving independent White farmers and ranchers out of business and acquiring their land by hook or crook, like moustachioed Victorian villains in top hats tying fair maidens to railroad tracks literally in order to get the deed to their daddy's ranch, began about that time. The dictatorship has got a lot of IOUs out over there in Beijing.

Okay, so far we're on solid historical ground, but this is where details get a little bit hazy, possibly because we are talking about grossly criminal activity on the part of the Democrats which for obvious reasons they want kept under wraps.

Apparently over the past several years, Salvadorean gang-bangers and Mexican drug cartels and Syrian "refugees" with ISIS flags in their backpacks aren't the only Third Worlders to take advantage of the abolition of the borders of the United States. The Chinese have been cashing in their monetarily worthless T-Bills, of which they have several gazillion dollars' worth lying around gathering dust, thus acquiring either actual title to immense tracts of American land in the West or else what's called usufruct, which is the legal right to use the land even though actual title doesn't change hands.

They have been stripping these lands of mineral and natural resources for their factories back home, and apparently also set up several artificial towns or Potemkin villages making cheap plastic junk for Wal-Mart and other nick-nacks on said land, land which is for all practical purposes part of China because the ching-ling-dings are the legal owners and have a nudge-nudge-wink-wink arrangement with the American dictatorship that they will not be interfered with. These down-low factory towns employ mostly illegal aliens of various nationalities; American front men are kept to a minimum and I'm told in some of them you'd think you were in some weird combination of Hunan Province and Guadalajara made from double-wides.

(I would be fascinated to learn how Chinese coolies and Mexican braceros get along in a factory environment in some godforsaken high desert encampment of pre-fab buildings a hundred miles from Boise, under the huge portraits of Chairman Mao, the Great Helmsman. Perhaps they have joint Struggle Sessions after hours in order to determine the Correct Line. That's the kind of wet dream fantasies American university Marxists have writhed to in their sleep for a couple of generations.)

Anyway, essentially this guy's take is that the Harney County protestors are doomed to destruction one way or the other, and fairly soon, because the dictatorship can't risk too much scrutiny being directed at what it has been doing out in the sagebrush for many years. If it goes on too long a few bored people might begin to ask why and cui bono? I do notice a remarkable dearth of mainstream media reporting on the occupation; a few terse lines every day, accompanied by a couple of tons of filler that is nothing more than mindless lefty-lib invective, which doesn't count as news coverage.

Remember when the media actually reported news and did real investigative journalism, instead of merely acting as stenographers for the Democrats and the dictatorship?