Tuesday, May 31, 2016

Radio Free Northwest - June 2nd 2016


HAC on the Presidential horse race and also on the "they will follow you" nay-say, we hear from the Trucker and Gretchen, then comes the final part of HAC's May 12th Mike Harris show appearance.

And anticipating a great demand, here is the YouTube with the lyrics to "Fashy Lullabies":


Monday, May 30, 2016

200 Years Together

Editor’s Foreword 

Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn (1918-2008), winner of the Nobel Prize for Literature, is considered by many to be the greatest writer of the 20th Century, with the arguable exception of George Orwell. Significantly, both Solzhenitsyn and Orwell were former Communists who became bitterly disillusioned with Marxism through their own up-close-and-personal experience, and spent a large part of their literary lives denouncing the Marxist monster which so brutally disfigured their lives and their century.

Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn’s fiction and non-fiction classics include One Day In The Life Of Ivan Denisovich, The Gulag Archipelago, The First Circle, and an immense body of other work which is considered instrumental in breaking down the Communist system in the Soviet Union and leading to the end of Communist rule in Russia and Eastern Europe. His life and work is living proof that it is still possible for a single great mind to affect world events and bring about change in the human condition.

Solzhenitsyn spent roughly ten years toward the end of his life researching and writing a monumental and definitive work entitled 200 Years Together: A History of the Russians and the Jews. Published in the original Russian in 2002, the book was received with a firestorm of rage and denunciation from the literary and media world, from the Jews, and from almost the entire intelligentsia of the established order in the West. Even the Russian government, that had up until then officially revered Solzhenitsyn as the greatest Russian writer and intellectual of the last century, turned its back on him.

From that day to this, the official Russian attitude toward 200 Years Together has been a kind of chagrined mutter: “Well, yes, Solzhenitsyn was a giant in his time, but we all know the old man was getting a bit senile in his old age when he wrote all that anti-Semitic rubbish, eh what?” From being the spiritual father of the new Russia, Solzhenitsyn became the crazy old uncle one had to shut up in his room in the attic lest he embarrass the family in front of guests. Especially Jewish guests.

Ever since its original publication in 2002, immense efforts have been made by the Russian authorities and also by the Western liberal democratic power structure to ignore 200 Years Together, to suppress it as much as possible, and above all to prevent and interdict the book’s translation into foreign languages, most especially into English, which has become essentially the worldwide language of our epoch, as Latin was in the time of the Roman empire and for many centuries afterward. The Russian authorities have to this date refused to allow any official English translation of the book to be published.

There have been fragmentary translations of 200 Years Together into French and German, and a very fragmentary attempt at English translation carried out by a wide and disparate variety of persons unknown. This document you are now reading is based on one such inchoate and garbled internet file, some sections of which are much better than others, and which has allowed several of the book’s individual chapters to be published separately on the Net on obscure blogs, etc.  So far as I am aware—and the book’s history is so confused and shrouded in secrecy, obstruction, and obfuscation that I concede I may be wrong in this—there has been no proper full-length English translation of Solzhenitsyn’s last work published anywhere.

Nor is this document such a work. It does not pretend to be. It is essentially “Solzhenitsyn For Dummies.” This is an attempt to create a readable translation of 200 Years Together for a worldwide English-speaking audience which is—let us be brutally frank—largely dumbed-down and functionally illiterate, due to the degeneration and destruction of English-speaking society since the end of the Second World War. This horrific truth is the result of a pervasive Cultural Marxism which is just as poisonous, and which has become in its own way just as tyrannical if (for now) somewhat less overtly murderous, as the Soviet version that Orwell and Solzhenitsyn themselves denounced and resisted. 

An Incomplete and Partial Version 

The internet file on which this document is based was effectively incomplete, by which I mean that while the bulk of the chapters were obviously translated from either the Russian or French versions by people, some chapters were apparently produced entirely or in part by a computer software translation program. Whatever program was used, it clearly was not up to the task of translating a lengthy, deep and scholarly work in Russian, complete with footnotes, into comprehensible English. The result, in many cases, was gibberish. In some places this was so bad that any attempt to render the text intelligible was simply impossible. This is why this document is missing Chapter 6 through Chapter 12 of Volume One; I simply couldn’t do anything with them. I apologize for this serious gap in Solzhenitsyn’s powerful and encyclopedic history of the Jewish presence in pre-revolutionary Czarist Russia. I wish I could read it myself.

Chapter 2 and Chapter 3 had quite a bit of computer garbage in them, but they were salvageable. Should any proper translator ever compare those chapters with the original, he or she will doubtless find many discrepancies, rather like patching the genetic sequence gaps in dinosaur DNA with DNA from a frog in the movie Jurassic Park, but I believe these chapters are reasonably true to what Solzhenitsyn was trying to say. I hope so, and I apologize for the unavoidable divergences.

Chapter 15, on the other hand, was murderous. It took me almost six weeks to parse the computer garbage sentence by sentence, but I could not abandon it, because this was one of the most important chapters in the book, dealing with role of the Jews in Bolshevism and the October Revolution of 1917. I will admit that there is far more of me and much less of Solzhenitsyn in Chapter 15 than I am comfortable with, but it is unavoidable. I simply couldn’t leave that one out. 

The Absence of Footnotes 

In the original Russian, 200 Years Together is a profoundly scholarly work. Conscious of the reaction he would get given the (to put it mildly) controversial subject matter, Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn took his time—ten years of it—and  meticulously sourced every quote, every reference, every fact that might be disputed, solidly backing up every assertion he made and every word he said. The result is that the Russian text contains over 1500 footnotes—footnotes which will not be found in this document.

There are two reasons for that. The first is that the footnotes in the source file were in most cases even worse gibberish than the computer-translated text, and there were so many gaps that would have been created by my parsing of the raw text I was given that it would have been impossible for me to connect all the dots correctly; there would have been gaps and mismatches in any attempt on my part to reproduce all the footnotes and source materials cited which would have put paid to any pretense of accuracy.

Secondly, as mentioned above, it is a simple and brutal fact of life that the average American is a functional illiterate with the attention span of a house fly. They have been engineered that way by the same people who are the subject matter of this book, largely as a matter of their own self-defense, to make sure that ordinary folk will never be able to read and understand a book such as 200 Years Together should they ever come across it.

Even if he or she desires to read Solzhenitsyn’s great work, any American born after about 1980 and who went to a public school will have difficulty in reading a long block of text for content, because it is a skill no longer taught to American school children; the public educational system now relies almost entirely on electronic screens with moving images, although charter schools somewhat less so. It quite literally hurts younger people’s heads to make the attempt.

I realize that in practice, most of the people obtaining this document will have some combination of curiosity, older educational accomplishments such as literacy and concentration, and interest in the subject that will combine to make them tackle this book with application and perseverance, because they will want to know what is in it. But I wanted to produce an edition of 200 Years Together that would be comprehensible to a wider audience, a version whereby if any “average Joe” ever did get interested in reading it, he could at least take a stab at it.

Most Americans under 40 probably don’t even know what a footnote is; leave all 1500 of them in there, with a footnote every two or three sentences that breaks the free flow which is essential for those Americans who do still read at all, and we will lose Average Joe within ten pages. He’ll lay the book aside and go surf the web for porn or some such.

With Americans, ideas have to be presented without interruption, in that easy narrative flow I mentioned. The minute you have to stop and explain something to an American, especially if it is something “furrin” with strange words in it that he does not understand and cannot pronounce, his socially engineered mental rejection mechanisms kick in and you’ve lost him. That’s why those reactions were socially engineered into him, to exclude unauthorized access to Joe’s brain and prevent the installation of “bad ideers” into his noggin.

But this book contains subject matter that at some point Average Joe has to be made to understand, somehow, if there is to be hope for any kind of livable future. We can’t afford to lose him. We can’t afford to spook him or scare him off or overload such concentration as he is capable of bringing to bear. Footnotes will distract and confuse poor Joe, and so I have dispensed with them here.

Modern-Day Samisdat 

Yes, I know. We are profanely tampering with genius, myself and those who made these translations. The shame of it is that such is necessary in order to save this profound book by a great man from oblivion.

The solution is to not leave a matter of such importance to peripheral characters like us. It is time for the Russian authorities, both governmental and intellectual, to allow and promote a fully authorized, scrupulously accurate and scholarly official English translation of 200 Years Together, and to cease these neo-Stalinist attempts to drop the last of Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn’s works down the Memory Hole. It is time to let this great mind have his final say to the world.

You will see that this document is paginated. That means that you may run off a hard copy, with page numbers, on your personal printer. You may then take that copy to a local print shop or office supply store and have it copied front and back and then bound, so you will possess 200 Years Together, or what there is of it here, in actual book form.

From the time of Stalin onward, Russian writers and polemicists evaded the Soviet censors, at no small risk to themselves, through the use of what was known as samisdat—hand-copied leaflets, poems, articles, political statements, short stories and sometimes whole novels. These would be carefully typed, in secret, using something that no one remembers any more called carbon paper, to make as many copies as possible, and then circulated by hand, underground, from person to person, to be read at night and in secret, since possession of anything samisdat was illegal and could get you many years in the GULAG.

How’s your taste for irony? One Day In The Life Of Ivan Denisovich was the book that gained Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn his international reputation. His powerful first novel was published in samisdat

So will his last one be.

-L.T. Kizhe

Thursday, May 26, 2016

Radio Free Northwest Call-In Show - May 12th 2016


Radio Free Northwest call-in show recorded May 12th, 2016.

Sorry about the tech problems, but it's at least listenable.

Wednesday, May 25, 2016

From Slow Coming Dark

[Since the Sea Hag is now re-emerging from her cave, I figured I'd run a teaser for my 2000 novel Slow Coming Dark. This is from the middle of the book, after the major characters have all been introduced, but it will kind of set the stage and maybe pique your interest a wee bit. Remember, this is 16 years old, so it's a bit dated. No Benghazi or e-mails or Huma and Hill being an item. By the way, this is what gets certain of our more prudish comrades all hot and bothered about my writing "dirty books." so I have redacted roughly the last half of what I originally intended to publish here lest anyone get the vapors. -HAC]

 * * *

The next morning Matt Redmond came into his office and found a note on his desk. Contact the Director, private cellular number. Matt dialed the number. “Yes, Phil?” he asked.

“Matt, I’m at Senator Helms’ house.” said Hightower. He sounded haggard. “His private home, not his office. Please come over here right away and tell no one where you're going.”

Twenty minutes later Matt pulled into a graveled driveway on a shady, tree-lined street in one of Raleigh’s inner city neighborhoods, up to an unpretentious but spacious and well-kept two-story home of nineteenth century vintage. He knocked on the door and was astounded when the door was opened by United States Senator Jesse Helms himself, a slightly built, dignified old man leaning on a cane, a humorous glint in his eye behind thick spectacles. “You must be Matt Redmond,” he said, extending his hand that gripped Matt’s firmly despite his years. “I remember those fedoras, used to wear one myself when I was your age. Glad to meet you, son! I’ve heard a hell of a lot about all them darin’ exploits of yours!”

“It’s an honor to meet you, sir,” said Matt, flustered. “Ah, I got a message from SBI Director Hightower...?”

“He’s in the parlor,” said Helms, beckoning Matt inside. “Come on in. Matt, we got a  hellacious problem we’re gonna need your help with.” He opened the door to the living room. Matt saw Hightower sitting in an armchair. Then he heard a baby give a short cry. He turned and a stunningly beautiful young woman in a pale beige pants suit rose from the sofa, holding a bundled infant in her arms. Her hair was long and blond, her eyes crystalline blue, and her face was a frozen mask of haunted pain and fear. She looked like she was about to turn and flee out the French doors. The first thing that hit Matt was that this woman was terrified out of her wits. Then he recognized her. “You’re Alice Silverman,” he said.

“You’re Matt Redmond?” she whispered.

“Yes, ma’am,” he said quietly, taking off his hat. “How may I be of service to you?”

“You can save my life,” she said dismally. “They killed Carla and Serafina. I heard their terrible screams as they died, while I was running away with my child in my arms. Now they’re trying to kill me, and kill my baby.”

“Who?” asked Matt urgently. It was as if Hightower and Helms weren’t even in the room. “Who is trying to kill you?”

“Bill Clinton,” she whispered. “He wants me dead. He wants my baby dead!”

“Why?” asked Matt gently. She looked up at him in anguish. “I know Clinton and his works, ma’am. You needn’t fear you won’t be believed. Why is he trying you kill you, and why does he want to kill the baby?”

Her eyes and her voice were dead with utter misery. “Eleven months ago, Bill Clinton raped me. After he was through, Hillary Clinton raped me.” She held up the wiggling bundle. “This is Bill Clinton’s son. Now he wants us both dead. I have come to you because you are the only lawman in the country who will believe me, and who has shown that he has the courage to stand up to them. If you don’t help, then my child and I will die. Will you help us?”

“Yes,” said Matt.

“Matt, before this goes any further, can we have a word in private?” spoke up Senator Helms. “You’ll excuse us, please, Miss Silverman?”

“Don’t worry, I’ll still be here when you get back,” said Alice with a wry smile. “I have no place else to go.”

Matt followed the Senator and Hightower into Helms’ carpeted, book-lined study. As soon as the door closed behind them he said, “With all due respect, gentlemen, what the hell is going on here? How did she get here, and why is she here at all? Has she told you anything about who killed DeMarco or what happened on the yacht?”

“She was never on the yacht,” said Hightower. He seemed to have aged ten years. “She’ll tell you in a bit what happened, and it will blow your mind. Matt, this is big. It's beyond anything I've ever come across.”

“As to how she got here, at four o’clock this morning I was awakened by someone pounding on my door,” said Helms. “By the way, Matt, I believe I heard you're a cigar smoker? Try one of these.”

“Uh...rolled Havanas, sir?” asked Matt, his eyebrows arching.

“There's a few things about Cuba I like,” chuckled Helms, his eyes twinkling as he and Matt both lit up. “Anyhoo, like I was saying, I get woke up at four this morning and I find this lovely Hollywood movie star and her baby standing on my porch, with an incredible story to tell. An incredible credible story, if you follow. A story that I believe, Matt.”

“And what will you do with that story, Senator?” asked Matt bleakly. “Impeachment failed. Sir, let me be blunt. I know that you personally did everything you could and I don’t fault you at all, but your colleagues in the Senate had the chance to rid our country of this sick, drug-addicted tyrant and they dropped the ball. We’re stuck with him now.”

“And the United States Senate shall carry that disgrace throughout its future history,” agreed Helms. “As to what I intend to do with her story, that’s easily told. I intend to make one of the final acts of my lengthy life on this earth the thwarting of William Jefferson Clinton, at least in this one small matter. Maybe that’s a petty reaction, but there it is. There is nothing at all that we can do with Alice Silverman politically. The people of this country have rendered their verdict and that verdict is that Bill Clinton gets a pass, whatever he does. With rage and bitterness in my heart, I have come to accept that. God will judge America for this. I will no longer try. But I still believe that truth and right and justice have enough power and strength to do one thing, and that is keep that girl and that baby alive. I can’t undo the past eight years, Matt. I can do nothing to bring back those nuclear secrets from China or restore the presidency of the United States to some kind of dignity, nor can I bring Vince Foster or Admiral Boorda or Jim McDougal or any one of a dozen others back to life. But I can damned well make sure that two more deaths aren’t added to Clinton’s total body count. Those two lives in there are lives that Bill Clinton will not take. I have sworn that to her.”

“How?” demanded Matt. “How will you keep that promise, Senator, when every other attempt over the past eight years to restrain Clinton from any act, no matter how murderous or treasonous, has failed? I think you both know I'll do whatever I must, but how can you keep her and that baby alive if the most powerful man in the world wants them dead?”

“I haven’t lived on Capitol Hill for almost thirty years without learning a trick or two,” said Helms grimly. “Matt, let me tell you exactly what I am asking of you. I want you to keep Alice Silverman and her baby safe while I negotiate with that yellow dog piece of hillbilly white trash in the White House for her life. I’m flying back to Washington tonight, and tomorrow I am going to ask for a private appointment with the president, ask in such terms that he will be sure to see me. I am going to say some things to him that I believe will convince him that it is best for him and for those whom he serves to accommodate me in this little matter of Alice Silverman’s life. I want you to keep them alive while I do this.”

“I will, or die myself in the attempt,” replied Matt quietly.

“From what I hear, you will.” replied Helms. “Son, I wish to God we had ten thousand more like you in this country. Then maybe we’d have a chance.”

“Matt, you of all people know what you are committing yourself to,” said Hightower. “I don’t mean just Clinton’s gunmen. You heard what that woman from the FBI said about the Mob sending that character Visconti in on this, the one you said you wouldn’t want to go up against unless you had to? Sounds like you may have to if you get in this deep. You sure about this, Matt? What about Heather and Tori?”

“They will understand and expect nothing less of me,” replied Matt. “I want to ask one thing of you both. I want to call my partner Cowboy Garza and have him in on this, and I want to call my wife and have her here when we hear Alice Silverman’s story. I can't do this without both of them.”

“Do you think you have the right to involve your family?” asked Helms.

“Yes, and neither of them would ever forgive me if I didn't involve them. Gawd, let Tori miss a chance of meeting Alice Silverman? She’d rend me in twain! OK on clearing Cowboy’s case load for this, Phil?” Hightower nodded.

“Son, you do what you have to do,” said Helms. “Just make sure that just this once, the good guys win one. This old bull still has enough horn left on him to be of some use. I’ll back your play all the way.”

Matt took out his cell phone and dialed his wife’s work number. She answered. “It’s me. Heather, it’s happening again. You walked through the fire with me once, Watson. Will you do it again? Are you with me?”

“All the way, Holmes,” she said with out hesitation.

“Then beg off work somehow and come to Raleigh, right now,” he said. “I’ll give you the address and tell you how to get here. I want you in on this from the ground up. We beat them once before, Watson. Now we’re going to beat them again.”

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You can order Slow Coming Dark from Amazon.com at:

Tuesday, May 24, 2016

Radio Free Northwest May 26th, 2016


A recent female migrant tells her story, Bill from Texas says he’s on the way, Gretchen reviews a book of essays, and HAC and Mike Harris talk about mass migration and Donald Trump.

Monday, May 23, 2016

Harold Heinlein

[This isn't the first time I've been compared to Robert A. Heinlein, which I find flattering. - HAC]

Hi, Mr. Covington, 

The young man you put me in touch with in Portland passed on a couple of your books. I just finished A Distant Thunder. I'm no literary critic but your style reminds me of Robert Heinlein. I don't read much fiction these days unless it's considered part of the "canon."

Just writing to say bravo! I enjoyed the book much more than I expected to, and I think it's very clever to cast a terrorism how-to manual in the form of a novel. I've got another volume of yours to get through now. 

I'm interested in merchandise. Please don't be shy about announcing when and if that will be available.


Saturday, May 21, 2016

Letter From Bill White (Date Excised)

[Postmarked May 13th, but top of letter cut off with scissors and so actual date missing.]

Hello, Harold:

I haven't heard from you in some months now besides the internet stuff and copies of my typed articles you send me, and the books, for which I thank you yet again. No personal letters at all for a long time. I think I got a note from you in January, hand-written. Just so you know.

Yesterday, for the first time ever, I received WDVa 13-cr-013 Government exhibit 4-8. I have never seen this evidence or any of the other evidence used to obtain my conviction. I am still awaiting a chance to review 16,000 more pages of my discovery which I am still not allowed to see, presumably because I might pass it on to my non-existent "followers."

Government Exhbit 4-8 is a two-part document. One covers May 20 to May 31. One covers June 1 to June 8. [No year given. Bill makes the common mistake of assuming that because these incidents real and fabricated have overwhelmed and controlled his life for almost a decade now, everyone knows what he's talking about. - HAC]  

The May 20 to May 31 records show numerous "suspicious log-ins." (Their words.) There are hacks into the Bill White 7370 account. Someone then deleted the "suspicious log-in" field from the June 1 to June 8 records.

As of yesterday, absolutely no person associated with my defense, much less myself, ever read this document. Neither of my lawyers read it. I was never permitted to see it, because you see, I apparently have "followers" that no one seems to be able to find or identify, but nonetheless are as real as the United States Attorney can convince a jury they are. Kind of a 21st century version of spectral evidence.

The evidence that I was framed for these crimes, and that both the FBI and multiple United States Attorneys' offices are aware of the fact that I did not commit the crimes of which I was accused and were aware of the fact before they brought the prosecution, is now overwhelming, if I can ever get anyone officially to simply read the goddamned evidence. The FBI and the U.S. Attorney are obviously aware of this evidence, because they altered it. They did this on the calculation, so far correct, that no one would ever read it and notice.

The dictatorship knew that I would not be allowed to review my own discovery pre-trial--this being one of the main reasons that my "following" has been fabricated by the regime, in order to use my ghost "followers" as excuses to deny me information about my own case and continue the massive surveillance of my mail and phone calls, including legal mail and legal calls, which has taken place over the past eight years. It's becoming clear to me that the surveillance and censorship and the whole fairy tale about my "followers" is intended to prevent either me or any attorney I have who might be inclined actually to defend me with zeal as the legal canons of ethics demand, will not be able to access proof of gross and malicious politically-motivated governmental and prosecutorial misconduct.

I have reason to believe that I am about to get some more diesel therapy in spite of an order by a federal judge that I be kept here in Chicago so I can be available for hearings and court appearances. They will either get the judge to rescind the no-move order or they will simply ignore it. After all, come right down to it, a federal judge is no more able to compel these people to obey their own laws than ordinary citizens are. They are threatening to send me back to Marion, so if I disappear again, that's probably where I will end up.

[Or else gunned down or fallen out a 14th-story window while "trying to escape." They used to use that one in Raleigh long ago when that nigger John Baker was sheriff---"What did the prisoner do, deputy?" "Why, he ran wildly to the window boss! Me and Deppity Washington sho'ly tried our bes' to stop his cracker ass, but he fall down and go boom" - HAC]

Be well, Harold. Thank you again for all you do.


[I will let you guys know if Bill is moved as soon as I know, although I can't say how long it will take. It's hard to tell when he goes dark on me whether he's been dragged away in chains again to Istanbul, Arkansas or whether the FBI agent in charge of censoring and copying Bill's outgoing mail is on vacation and just decided to let it all pile up for a few weeks. - HAC]

Friday, May 20, 2016

Pre-Human Features Advantageous To Basketball

by Bill White
For decades, pundits have pondered why negroes perform so well at basketball. They aren't smarter, or even smart at all, and the strategy of the game largely escapes them. They also aren't social animals and don't work well in teams.

According to a recent study by the National Basketball Association, America's Jewish-owned professional basketball league, the answer is that negroes have an extraordinary "wingspan," long, loping arms left over from when negroes were merely monkeys.
The average human being can hold out his arms and reach from one finger tip to another about the same distance as they are tall. But the average NBA player has a "wingspan" 6 percent longer than an average human's. And NBA all-stars are even more freakishly ape-like with "wingspans" 10 to 15 percent greater than a normal humans.
Thus, there's a Golden State Warrior named Draymond Green, whose first name not only reflects the primitive, illiterate, ignorance of the negro, but at 6' 5 3/4"tall, has a great ape-like "wingspan" of 7' 1½". Or there is San Antonio Spur Kawhi Leonard, whose drunken mother slurred out his first name after downing too much Schlitz malt liquor, and who at 6'6" tall has the physique of a chimpanzee with a 7'3" wingspan.
Similarly built human-monkey hybrids include LeBron James, another man whose mother was an illiterate moron, and Kevin Durant, whose mother could at least spell.
The result of putting freakish, ape-like degenerates on the basketball court has been a complete breakdown of the idea of "position", with long-armed, loping, negro primitives just running around, playing every position. These negroes' owners are okay with this, as the black-moron audience for niggerball don't understand the concept of position either.
Seventy years ago, White people played sports as a form of recreation. But during segregation, the sport was bought by Jews who placed unqualified blacks into prominent roles. Basketball's White audience largely abandoned the sport, and the Jews continued to hire a more and more bizarre group of monkey-men, driving standards for the sport lower and lower.
With the discovery of the wing-span rule, the Jewish owners of the NBA may next move to have actual trained monkeys, chimpanzees, gorillas, and apes play the sport. As it now stands, there is nothing that the NBA's trained negroes do that cannot be done by pure-blooded monkeys. Some Jewish owners are even thinking of abolishing teams, sides, and lines on the court, replacing them with a bunch of monkeys and negroes, just running around at random, bumping into each other, grunting, and throwing a ball.
Sports, like all Jewish media, have become a kind of fraud perpetrated against White society. Sports teams, like America's political parties, have no real meaning. They feature hyped-up puppets selected for talent, but to manipulate and reshape American culture. Seventy years ago, mildly talented negroes were hyped as sports stars to persuade whites that negroes weren't worthless apes. Now, worthless apes are hyped in order to persuade stupid Whites to emulate them.

Thursday, May 19, 2016

Enthralled In Albuquerque

I am working my way through the Radio Free Northwest podcast archives, and I am about halfway through The Brigade. They are just about to assault Hollywood. I can't put it down. 

I don't know if you have watched the series "Breaking Bad" (it was filmed in Albuquerque so it's very popular here) but I feel like your book has a few moments which are very similar, great little cliffhangers. I'm also shocked at how prophetic some parts of the book is. The extreme PC culture that has come out of colleges lately was absolutely nailed by you in 2008. You saw it coming you saw the mess we are in and going into.


Tuesday, May 17, 2016

Radio Free Northwest - May 19th, 2016


Gretchen on the fictional return of Adolf Hitler; HAC and some guests dish a combination of Donald Trump and economics.

Saturday, May 14, 2016

The White Man's Nelson Mandela

"The best legal defense in the world is no use if the judge is simply 
going to ignore everything you say." - Kirk Lyons

April 8th, 2016

Hello, Harold:

You asked me for a summary of my case for your readers. Right now, I am in prison for crimes I did not commit. The sum total of people who have read all the paperwork and know this may be four--myself, two attorneys who are assisting me, and the U.S. Attorney in Virginia who convicted me. I couldn't swear to the last.

Until recently I have been in prison in part because of something I did do, for publishing information which was readily available in the public record to anyone who knew where to look or how to use an internet search engine. Last summer the Supreme Court ruled that this was not a crime, but the regime still refuses to void that conviction and thus remove the load-bearing wall, so to speak, of the whole edifice of persecution to which I have been subjected for the past eight years.

In Virginia and in Florida, the crimes of which I have been accused appear to have been committed by a woman acting at the behest and apparently on one occasion in the physical presence of federal law enforcement agents, United States Marshals who were supposed to be "guarding" her. At least that's what the forensic evidence suggests. 

My specific "crimes" consist of allegedly sending e-mails and making posts to a hoax Facebook page which was set up in my name by a person or persons unknown. I did not send these e-mails or make these posts. I am not making this up; that's what the forensics shows, it's just that the actual evidence in these cases is not so much even suppressed, it's simply being ignored. I can't even get anybody to look at it. 

Most people assume that the dictatorship traced my IP addresses to convict me. They didn't, nor does it indicate anywhere in the actual evidence files that there is anything at all to link me to these objectionable e-mails and posts. Even after I send people court documents, they don't read them. They just assume that the legal system worked and they avoid me.

The linch-pin of my conviction is that the Facebook posts and e-mails allegedly stopped with my arrest. This simply isn't true, and the court record and the computer forensics evidence indicates that it is not true--I just can't get anybody to read it.

In the Virginia case my own defense attorney never even bothered to read the discovery. The "computer expert" he hired was the son of a friend, a kid who had never worked in computers at all.  I was put under a court order saying that I couldn't read the discovery--the Constitution says you have the right to confront your accuser and see the evidence against you, but our rabbinical courts interpret this as meaning that your lawyer has the the right to see the evidence against you. You don't. 

I was forbidden to see the evidence against me because I am supposed to have this secret invisible army of "followers", an idea which the United States Attorney in Virginia came up with after watching a Fox Network television drama called The Following.  

This led to my jury in Virginia being "anonymized." I'd like to complain that I was convicted by a jury of Jews or negroes or left-wing Huffington Post vermin, but the fact is, I don't know who the hell they are. Whoever they were, they were no doubt terrified by the U.S. Attorney's anonymizing procedure and his chilling accounts of my evil "followers" into believing in my guilt before they had heard a word uttered in the courtroom. (Would someone please tell me where the hell all my "followers" are when I need things done for me or errands run for me on the outside?)

The idea is that I am a "cult leader" who allegedly controls this vast secret horde of fanatical brainwashed killers, and therefore I cannot be allowed to know the names of my jurors or any of the witnesses against me or the evidence against me, lest I call upon my Children of the Night, possibly sending them secret microwave signals that I beam from my cyborg brain, and command them to kill, kill, kill. People think I am just being silly and exaggerating this aspect. Nope, that's pretty much the reason the dictator's servants gave in two courtrooms for denying me access to the evidence against me. Almost in those words. That's the official excuse for the constant delay, interception, photocopying and general tampering with my incoming and outgoing mail. For real, dudes.

There was government tampering with their own evidence. Now that I finally have the discovery from the Florida case I see little things like one exhibit being 92 pages in length but only 52 pages being actually introduced in court, etc. My Florida defense attorney either didn't notice or just didn't give a rat's ass.

Throughout all of this, other than law enforcement and "technical experts" (one of whom was a female deputy sheriff whose sole "expert" qualification was a computer course at a local community college), there has been only one non-official witness against me, a woman who among other things in Florida admitted that while she was on the witness stand, she was high on narcotics provided to her by federal law enforcement agents. This admission was duly noted in the court record, and has been subsequently ignored by everyone. As was the statement of the presiding judge in my Virginia trial at sentencing that he believed I was innocent and was being persecuted for my beliefs.

The United States Attorney was perfectly well aware that this woman was committing perjury, as they have been aware from the beginning that I did not send the e-mails or make the Facebook posts in question. Among other whoppers she testified to my using the bogus Facebook page in 2009 when I was in prison, while the page itself wasn't created until 2011. This also was disregarded. She could have claimed to be Buffy the Vampire Slayer on the stand, and it would have been ignored. I can now prove this woman's perjury through official documentation from the Virginia and Florida trials, but it doesn't matter. I cannot get anyone with the authority to make the decision to release me or at least give me a new trial to read these documents. You've heard of the Invisible Man? In many cases my legal filings simply disappear into the hands of the FBI and never reach the clerk of court. 

The regime kept saying they knew for a fact that there was no evidence of anyone other than myself using these accounts. This is simply false, and the U. S. Attorneys involved know it is false, and they knew it was false when they began the prosecutions. I finally got a forensics report three days ago, the first real forensics ever done in these cases by either party, even after two trials. It says that everything the dictatorship testified to about Facebook and Yahoo and how they work is wrong. It also explains what certain activity on the accounts--sending e-mails without logging in--means, that a mobile device was using the accounts.

The case in Florida, frankly, was worse. Realizing that the Virginia forensics was bad, the dictatorship almost didn't present them. What they did present was false, as above. Instead they hung their hat on this woman's "identification" of me, hence her drug-sodden appearance on the witness stand. 

[Some material redacted here. There is no man on the face of the earth who has more right to be enraged and to make intemperate comments regarding the massive injustice which the American dictatorship has inflicted on him, but I do not believe my publication of these comments, morally justifiable as they are, would be in Bill's best long-term interests. - HAC]

I could rant on, but I won't. The challenge is now actually getting these arguments into court. 

I say all this knowing that no one will believe it, no one will read the court pleadings, and everyone will just assume the courts are legitimate and honest. What fools we all are.

Thank you, Harold.


William A. White #13888-084
Chicago M.C.C.
71 Van Buren Street West
Chicago, IL. 60605-1004

Finicum Murder Was "Consequence"

by Bill White

The FBI is handing out consequences–with bullets attached.
This is the message Obama’s Federal Bureau of Investigation, under the ultimate direction of negro Loretta Lynch, has for any White Americans thinking of resisting Obama’s plan for White genocide and the forceful redistribution of White land.
Lavoy Finicum was murdered in cold blood by federal agents. The eight men with him, including Ammon Bundy, are facing a worse fate—decades of torture in federal prison, tormented by avenging devils employed by Obama’s thugs. Already, bogus charges from the illegitimate black-Jewish regime have been filed; no jury in Portland, Oregon, a bastion of One World liberalism, will acquit them.
Four men bravely held out as the balance of the men who took up arms turned their coats, ruling that they’d rather live on their knees than die well. Many acted as if they didn’t understand from the beginning that what they were doing was real. They took up arms without being willing to kill and to die, and it is those consequences, not anything meted out by the illegitimate Zionist-Negro occupation, that were realized.
Obama’s regime is terrorizing western White people. The goal, as in Rhodesia and South Africa, is to seize White land, ultimately for distribution to non-White invaders controlled by the Jew. The same land redistribution occurred in the South in 1865, where White plantations were divided out to slaves, lent against by Jews and ultimately foreclosed by the bankers.
The difference is that in 1865 White people had been conquered by the armies of the Judæo-occult North. Western White people have been conquered by their own decadence. Comfortable, fat, having never met hardship, the White people of America have found that they cannot abandon the little fat that drips down to them from the feast of Jewish  tables, even to stop themselves from being slaughtered. Eight armed men, nominally in revolt against the federal government, were driving around without precaution and surrendered without a fight. Unwilling to die in service to their people; now they will live long in pain.
The FBI say that their murder of the only White man brave enough to resist, Lavoy Finicum, was a natural “consequence”—a consequence of four hundred years of White racism and oppression. The time has come, Whitey. Your land, your livelihood, your families, are ours, and death is the “consequence” of resistance.

Never mentioned is the “consequence” of continuing to live in Jewish slavery. The Bend, Oregon siege began after Obama thugs targeted the Hammond family, a group of ranchers who refused to allow Obama to launch a Mugabe-style land grab against their property. When the Hammonds lit a fire to stop a fire that feds were allowing to burn out of control, they were arrested as terrorists and given five years in prison. This was wrong. Obama’s thugs in the U.S. Attorney’s Office, the FBI, and the BLM deserved to be punished for this. But no “consequences” come to the régime’s commissars.
Instead, a group of men who didn’t understand the seriousness of their actions, who picked up arms without thinking of the consequences, who lacked a willingness to use their weapons, seized a wildlife refuge. When the time came to defend themselves, all but Finicum and four others surrendered.
Government is nothing but force. It is a group of men who are willing to kill to maintain their position. There is no Constitution. There are no laws. When the Folk-community collapses, and aliens are packed together, rule is only by naked force. And with Jewish trillions behind him, Obama commands an army of decadent, ugly, multi-culturalists, lawyers, judges, and gunmen, willing to do his evil.
The consequence of rebellion is death. But death is better than life under a regime which is an abomination to man and God. The régime is taking all that gives life value—home, family, human dignity—so the choice is one of life as food for a cultural fungus or honorable death in service to the right. When White men take this seriously, the “consequences” will start to accrue to those serving the regime, not those righteously resisting it.
Force belongs to whoever masters it. Why should we call Obama and his thugs masters?

Thursday, May 12, 2016

Renwed Plan To Smash White Suburbs


Hillary Clinton’s rumored running mate, Housing Secretary Julian Castro, is preparing to relaunch a housing scheme which aims to force nonwhites into white suburbs across America.

The plan involves super-sizing vouchers to help “urban poor” afford higher rents in pricey areas, while assigning government real estate agents called “mobility counselors” to secure housing in the suburbs.

According to a report in the New York Post, titled "Obama's last act is to force suburbs to be less white and less wealthy," Castro plans to launch the Section 8 reboot this fall, even though a similar program tested a few years ago in Dallas has been blamed for shifting violent crime to affluent neighborhoods.

The program forms part of a “grand scheme to forcibly desegregate inner cities and integrate the outer suburbs,” the NY Post continued.

Castro last month threatened to sue suburban landlords for discrimination if they refuse Section 8 tenants with criminal records.

Last year, he also implemented a new regulation—“Affirmatively Furthering Fair Housing”—that pressures all suburban counties taking federal grant money to change local zoning laws to build more low-income housing.

Landlords of such properties are now required to accept Section 8 vouchers.

Castro is expected to finalize the new regulation, known as “Small-Area Fair Market Rents” (SAFMR), this October, in the last days of the Obama presidency.

It will set voucher rent limits by zip code rather than metro area, the current formula, 
which makes payments relatively small.

For example, the fair market rent for a one-bedroom in New York City is about $1,250, which wouldn’t cover rentals in the more affluent areas of Westchester County, such as Mamaroneck, “where Castro and his social engineers seek to aggressively resettle Section 8 tenants,” the NY Post said.

In expensive zip codes, Castro’s plan—which requires no congressional approval—would more than double the standard subsidy, while also covering utilities.

At the same time, he intends to reduce subsidies for those who choose to stay in housing in poor urban areas, such as Brooklyn. So Section 8 tenants won’t just be pulled to the suburbs, they’ll be pushed there.

“We want to use our housing-choice vouchers to ensure that we don’t have a concentration of poverty and the aggregation of racial minorities in one part of town, the poor part of town,” the HUD chief said, adding that he’s trying to undo the “result of discriminatory policies and practices in the past, and sometimes even now.”

A draft of the new HUD rule anticipates more than 350,000 Section 8 voucher holders will initially be resettled under the SAFMR program. Under Obama, the total number of voucher households has grown to more than 2.2 million.

The document argues that larger vouchers will allow poor urban families to “move into areas that potentially have better access to jobs, transportation, services, and educational opportunities.”

The theory is that offering them more money to move to more expensive neighborhoods will “improve their situation.”

But, as the NY Post pointed out, HUD’s own studies show the theory doesn’t match reality.

President Bill Clinton started a similar program in 1994 called “Moving to Opportunity Initiative,” which moved thousands of blacks from government projects to higher-quality homes in safer and less racially segregated neighborhoods in several counties across the country.

The 15-year experiment failed dramatically, the NY Post continued:

"A 2011 study sponsored by HUD found that adults using more generous Section 8 vouchers did not get better jobs or get off welfare. In fact, more went on food stamps. And their children did not do better in their new schools. Worse, crime simply followed them to their safer neighborhoods, ruining the quality of life for existing residents.

“Males … were arrested more often than those in the control group, primarily for property crimes,” the study found.

Dubuque, Iowa, for example, received an influx of voucher holders from projects in Chicago—and it’s had a problem with crime ever since. A recent study linked Dubuque’s crime wave directly to Section 8 housing.

HUD then decided, the NY Post said, that the solution to the “problem” was not to halt the program, but that it was not aggressive enough. They concluded they could get the desired results if they placed urban poor in even more affluent areas.

HUD recently tested this new theory in Dallas with disastrous results.

Starting in 2012, the agency sweetened Section 8 voucher payments, and pointed inner-city recipients to the far-flung counties surrounding Dallas.

As government-subsidized rentals spread in all areas of the Metroplex (163 zip codes vs. 129 zip codes), so did crime.

Now Dallas has one of the highest murder rates in the nation, and recently had to call in state troopers to help police control it.

For the first time, violent crime has shifted to the communities north of the city. Three suburbs that have seen the most Section 8 transfers—Frisco, Plano, and McKinney—have suffered unprecedented spikes in rapes, assaults, and break-ins, including home invasions.

Castro wants now to roll this program out nationwide. Soon he will give Section 8 recipients money to afford rent wherever they choose—and if they don’t want to move, he’ll make them an offer they can’t refuse, the NY Post said.

Ironically, Hillary’s own "home town" of Chappaqua, New York is fighting Section 8 housing because of links to drugs and crime and other problems.