Wednesday, August 31, 2016

A Little Common Sense On The Topic

Tuesday, August 30, 2016

Northwest Front Internet Forum 

Folks, you do know that the Northwest Front has an internet forum, right?

Saturday, August 27, 2016

Radio Free Northwest Call-In Show - August 25th 2016

Callers discuss life, law, and the economy in the future Northwest American Republic.

Thursday, August 25, 2016

The Ghost Dance - Part One 

I wasn't happy with those two Ghost Dance episodes I did, so I have combined the two, added some extra commentary and tightened it up a bit.

Monday, August 22, 2016

Radio Free Northwest - August 25th, 2016

HAC on what might happen in November and an excerpt from a British podcast. Gretchen on Jobbik and Lord Lucan returns from lying doggo.

Sunday, August 21, 2016

Slow Coming Dark - Chapter X.

X. Sicilian Defense 

Matt ended up having to sign out a car from the SBI motor pool to go home in. He turned the key to his front door at eight o’clock that night, walked into the living room, and saw John Visconti and Tony Stop sitting in his armchairs. Visconti was reading a copy of the New York Times and Tony was tussling with Trumpeldor, wrestling the feisty animal all over his lap while Trumpeldor chewed on his hand and claw-kicked with his rear feet, enjoying himself immensely. Matt eyed them sourly and went to the refrigerator. Two new six packs of St. Pauli Girl that he had not purchased were sitting in the fridge, with four beers missing. Matt grabbed a fifth one and returned to the living room. “You not only bring your own brew, but I see you’ve been so kind as to use coasters on my coffee table,” he said, pointing at their empties. “Who says you Mob guys haven’t got style? The answer is no, I’m not telling you where they’ve gone. This is getting too hot and I want them under wraps. But I’ll tell you what you want to know myself if it will get you two on your way. Although I really should be arresting you right now for wasting that Martin bitch.”

“She is one less Musketeer who will be coming after your wife and your daughter and Miss Silverman,” said Visconti. “I should think you’d be grateful.”

“I am, but frankly I’m surprised to see you here. I thought you’d be half way back to the Big Apple by now after that fiasco at the Sheraton. Instead you seem to have headed to the nearest dry cleaner to get your silk suits cleaned of all the blood.”

“These are new threads,” said Tony.

“That looks like a new Saturn out front as well,” said Matt.

“Our Nissan got kinda the worse for wear,” said Tony.

“Yes, I gather from the witnesses Ms. Martin put a few bullet holes in it. I suppose it’s crushed into a square by now? Never mind, I won’t ask. But you goombahs need to ease your bodies on out of this state, chop-chop. Special Agent Andrea Weinmann is on the warpath. Seems you extracted a couple of her teeth with that rifle butt, Visconti. Not to mention making her look very, very foolish and incompetent to that murdering bull dyke she works for up in D.C.”

“When ladies are unladylike, they must expect the consequences,” shrugged John.

“Not to mention the two remaining Musketeers.”

“Ah, now, that’s the problem,” said Visconti. “Have you any idea where they are or what they are doing? I don’t. That is not a good thing, for either of us.”

“I don’t think Bob Blanchette has himself listed in the Yellow Pages under A for assassins,” said Matt, swigging his beer.

“No, but he does have a phone number where he can be reached,” said Visconti. “You see, we have not come to you empty handed. We do have something to trade, Redmond.”

“Trade for what?” demanded Redmond. “Trade for one more sordid story about how Bill and Hillary Clinton committed a vile and perverted crime and are now spilling the blood of other people to cover it up? I’ve already told you, I’ll give you that for free, just as Alice Silverman told it to me.” In short, precise sentences, Matt told the two of them what Bill and Hillary Clinton had done to Alice Silverman and how Eddie Miami had come to his death. They both sat silent for a moment when Matt had finished.

“And these beasts in human form dare to look down on us?” said Visconti with contempt.

“That’s why my uncle died?” responded Tony, his face black with rage. “Because Bill Clinton and that hag he married decided to have a little fun one night? And then expected Joey and Eddie to clean up their fucking mess? Like we was their fucking garbage men or something? They say ‘Hey, guinea, here’s a coupla bucks, go throw this baby in the dumpster for us’? ”

Matt didn’t bother to point out that Joey LaBrasca had presumably agreed to be party to the crime on promise of a sum of money significantly larger than a couple of bucks. “That’s it, kid. Now I really would take it kindly if you two would vamoose. I appreciate the help you gave me back there, but we are still on opposite sides, you know, and I have no desire to get matey with you, despite the fact that you can afford better beer than I can.”

“It’s not quite that simple, as I think you’ll understand if you think about it a bit,” said Visconti. “To begin with, may I ask what spin is being put on that little fracas back at the hotel by our lords and masters?”

“Officially? The FBI and SBI were co-operating in a major drug bust that went wrong, leading to the tragic deaths of two FBI agents thus far and probably a third as well. That guy Lambert axed out on the sidewalk probably won’t make it. I am not sure who they have decided to put on the spot marked X for this so-called drug bust. Most likely it will be the Musketeers, since thanks to your intervention they’ve got at least one dead hoodlum to show for it all, but I wouldn’t be too surprised if you two as well were on the front page tomorrow. The Dixie Mafia meets the real item from the sidewalks of New York, that kind of angle. Andrea is very sore in every sense of the word tonight.”

“And your people are going along with this?” asked Visconti.

“My boss is chewing nails, but he is going along with it for the time being as a personal favor to Senator Jesse Helms. He and Weinmann got into a shouting match in the Sheraton lobby and damned near tried to arrest each other on assorted state and federal charges. But right now we all seem to want two things. First off, we want to find and neutralize Bob Blanchette and Luther Lambert before they can inflict any more slaughter on anyone, and secondly we all want the real reason for that little bloodbath at the Sheraton kept quiet. This thing has turned into one hellacious can of worms.”

“Do you want it kept quiet?” asked Visconti.

“There’s something else you don’t know about,” said Matt. “Something extremely serious.” Then he told them what he had learned from Jesse Helms that morning. “You understand that the stakes are now infinitely higher than simple vengeance for Pal Joey?  That we are dealing with a madman who really can kick over the whole table if he starts losing the game? I have advised Alice Silverman to go public with the whole story at a press conference to try and save her own life and that of the child, but even that is as risky as hell. It may well drive Clinton berserk.”

“More risky than even you know,” said Visconti. “Five kilos worth of risky.”

“Eh?” said Matt.

“Joey LaBrasca was supplying Bill Clinton with five kilos of uncut cocaine per month. The president and those in his closest circle must be high as a kite almost all the time.”

“Damn!” cursed Matt. “Damn!” He hurled his empty beer bottle against the wall, smashing it. “Jesus Christ, I spend the best years of my life fighting that poison and the people who traffic in it, and now we’re being ruled by goddamn junkies!”

“Given your DEA background, I don’t have to tell you that cocaine addicts are in a constant state of paranoia, riding an emotional roller coaster that borders on madness,” continued Visconti. “Clinton is entirely capable of starting a nuclear war with Red China. Or invading Canada. Or ordering some of his negro minions in the Secret Service to take your friend Mr. Helms out and have him stood up against a wall and shot, Latin American style. Or dropping his trousers and wagging his weenie at a White House press conference. He is on the way out of office and out of power. There are many sharpened knives waiting for him, and he knows it. His star is descending and that of his equally evil but far more dangerously competent wife is rising, which must be very humiliating for him. He may decide to lash out at humanity one final time, just for the hell of it, in some grotesque and bizarre way none of us can imagine. His removal now becomes a matter not just of vengeance, but of public safety, and I believe you people sometimes refer to yourselves as public safety officers. But it's not going to be easy. It will require the most careful planning and preparation of my career. Not being suicidal, I cannot do it alone, and men who can be on a grassy knoll at a certain time, do the job, and then disappear forever are not easy to find.”

Matt stared at him. “So you’re telling me it was....?”

“Yes. Long ago another president and his punk kid brother thought they could use us for what they wanted and then double-cross us. They both learned differently, as will Clinton. But I have to be able to work on this project without Mr. Blanchette and that mountain maniac sidekick of his to worry about. You have the one bait that will draw them like flies to honey, Redmond. I am asking you to help me lure them in and dispose of them, and thus remove not only the immediate threat to Miss Silverman but also your wife and daughter, not to mention yourself. I think I know how to tip Blanchette, but I have to know what to tip him. Otherwise this little game of cat and mouse can go on for weeks or months. From what you tell me, we may not have that much time. Or do you still have legalistic scruples about such a thing?”

“My legalistic scruples, as you put it, stop where the lives of my family and the lives of an innocent woman and a baby begin,” said Redmond. “But I do have scruples about endangering all of the above by calling down two world class murderers onto them.”

“Do you think you can hide from them forever?” asked Visconti. “Can Alice Silverman keep on hiding without the news media picking up the story very soon? Do you think you can conceal their whereabouts from this FBI woman forever? How do you know she and Blanchette are not working in cahoots?”

“Actually, I did find out one interesting tidbit from our federal Salomé,” said Matt. “She has orders to bring her boss the heads of the Three Musketeers on her silver platter as well as John the Baptist’s. My guess is that Ms. Reno is now more or less Hillary’s political whore as opposed to Bill’s, if she wasn’t always. I have this feeling that Hillary wants to tidy up nice and neat before she goes full bore into the New York Senate campaign, with all potentially embarrassing skeletons polished up and neatly packed away in the closet. I suspect it was always part of the plan for your Uncle Joey to end up dead. As Billyboy’s coke connection he was a very dangerous loose end who had to be tied up. Now the Musketeers are on the hit parade as well. Rather like the ancient pharaohs who buried their treasure, killed the slaves who did the digging, and then had the slaves who killed the slaves killed in turn to make doubly sure no one knew the secret.”

“Which will make Blanchette all the more anxious to tie up his own loose ends and disappear for a good long while,” said Visconti grimly. “Expunging this whole episode is now essential to his personal survival. I am offering you a chance to meet this crisis with some measure of control over the how and the when, and with Tony and myself in your corner when the main event comes. Otherwise we must both face the prospect of having these two dangerous men pop up when we least expect it. The immediate threat to your ladies is from these two men. When they are out of the picture, then Miss Silverman can re-emerge into the public view. Once she is there she will be protected to some degree. She’s a star, after all. The Weinmann woman and the law can only do so much to Alice when she is surrounded by her own not inconsiderable wealth, her own entourage, and her own batteries of attorneys which her wealth can purchase. But she has to lose Blanchette and Lambert first. What is Croatoan?”

“A little bit of North Carolina history,” said Matt with a chuckle. “If you ever get the chance, read the story of the Lost Colony. The first of my own ancestors who came to this land, some hundreds of years before the first Italian, I might add.”

“Columbus was an Italian,” Visconti reminded him gently. “A Genovese, in fact. And is not America itself named for another Italian, the mapmaker Amerigo Vespucci?”

“Ouch! Yeah, you got me there,” agreed Matt with a laugh. 

Saturday, August 20, 2016

Jewish Crook Laundered Money Through Wiesenthal Group

by Bill White 

Murray Huberfeld, a board member of the Simon Wiesenthal Center, laundered money through the Jewish group he made from defrauding the poor and  the terminally ill in insurance and usury scams. This is according to reports published in the Wall Street Journal, a federal indictment in the Southern District of New York, and Securities and Exchange Commission administrative proceedings.

“We had no idea,” Rabbi Marvin Hier told the media. Hier is an Orthodox Jew who traveled the world with Huberfeld, while his fellow Jew scammed “investors.” Hier has not been charged in the scheme, though not all indictments have been handed down.

Huberfeld now faces decades in federal prison as officials investigate his Platinum Partners Hedge Fund, another organization which Huberfeld helped lead.  According to the federal indictment, Huberfeld has been charged with raising the funds he donated in part to the Wiesenthal Center by shaking down union pensions, manipulating the dying with stolen personal data, and Bernie-Madoff-like inflation of his funds hard to value and illiquid alleged assets.  Huberfeld is also charged with diverting investor money to his own pocket by taking out high-interest loans in Platinum Partners’ name from his own family trusts.  Platinum Partners was valued, at its peak, at $1.25 billion, and hundreds of millions of dollars in theft appear to be involved.

According to members of New York’s Jewish community, Huberfeld’s reputation for money was enough to draw investments to him. “In the Jewish community,” one person close to Huberfeld told the press, “If you have a wallet, people perceive you to be a genius.”

Yet in 2015 Platinum told investors that “it wouldn’t immediately be able to pay out full redemption request,” and, that it was going to pursue an “orderly liquidation.”  According to Huberfeld, the problems stemmed from the Jewish funds’ over-investment in illiquid assets like illegal death-benefit scams and usurious, often phony loans to failing businesses.  Platinum has so far paid $1.5 million in fines to the Securities And Exchange Commission for stealing health care data, using it to identify terminally ill patients who were particularly likely to die in the very near term, and offering them a seemingly high “death benefit” payout in exchange for being named the beneficiary of their life insurance policies.  In addition to scamming the dying, and, their families, Platinum also invested in high-risk, high-interest loans that the SEC deems “Level Three,” a designation that allows the fund holding them to assign whatever value to them that it wants.  Over its eleven year history Platinum managed to never report a loss by simply increasing its own valuation of its worthless assets.  This worked like a Ponzi scheme; when the money coming into the fund was no longer enough to pay out, Platinum failed. 

Federal prosecutors have added to these allegations of fraud criminal charges of bribery, and corruption.  Huberfeld has been specifically charged with bribing Norman Seabrook of the New York Corrections Officers’ Benevolent Union in an effort to get Seabrook to divert $20 million in union cash to Huberfeld’s coffers.  Federal investigators also say that Huberfeld used family trusts to make high interest loans to Platinum to cover payouts to suspicious investors, and played funny with securitized insurance policies that Huberfeld had Platinum buy at face value from an insurance company his family trust controls and then mark down to near worthless market values, making Huberfeld $70 million off of Platinum’s losses.

Most notable, though, is the way that Huberfeld’s money was funnelled into promoting the phony myth of a Holocaust during World War II.  The Simon Weisenthal Center is named after a Jewish Communist guerilla who was put up by the Soviet Union after the war to hunt National Socialists who had survived the Jewish-led genocide of the German people in the 1940s. Wiesenthal, a career liar, and murderer, was hailed among Jews for his role in making their persecution fantasies seem real, and, an entire industry of extortion of white nations, particularly Germany, was built around these fantasies, financing, and, forming, among other lies, the false Israel in Palestine.  

Rabbi Hier and his Wiesenthal Center have been one of the Learned Elders of the Holocaust game, and Huberfeld’s scams have grown with Hier’s programs.  In 2005, Hier and Huberfeld, took their first trip together to the Vatican, where they met with the Pope, and, Papal officials. Hier has confirmed that Huberfeld solicited and received investments for his schemes.  Hier, in fact, has admitted to the media that at least “several” people were drawn into Huberfeld’s scams through contacts with him made through Wiesenthal Center activities. With Hier’s assistance, Huberfeld became known as a patron of Talmudic scholarship, and until his arrest in June sat on the board of several New York area yeshivas, and Jewish colleges.

Most Jews know that the Talmud teaches that Jews may use thievery, bribery, fraud and usury to appropriate the wealth of the non-Jews among whom they live.  Babylonian Talmud tractates Babe Mezia 24a, 111b, Baba Komma 37b, 113b, and, Baba Bathra 54b are particularly on point. 
But what many Jews don’t know is that both the Talmud and the true secret Jewish tradition which underlies it allows the Jewish élites, called nefeshim, to steal from common Jews, whom the Talmud refers to as am-ha’aretz, or “mud people” and kelipots, or “shells,” in BT Pesahim 49a-b, SSotah 22a and similar texts.  In the secret Jewish tradition of the Kabbalah, it is eventually revealed that that the Talmud and Torah are just frauds designed to deceive and make miserable, these little Jews, and, that the real focus of Jewish worship are a bevy of infernal Egyptian gods, including the Zohar or “shining”, the “purple flame” of Egyptian Re,  Shekina “the Goddess” who manifests as a cloud of burning darkness and the Egyptian god Thoth, whose name is an alternate spelling of Judah, and, who is regarded in the Christian religion as the Devil. 

In his thefts, Huberfeld teamed up with another future federal inmate, Martin Shkreli, the pharmaceutical investor who bought up the patents to generic drugs and jacked the prices up as much as fifty times to also exploit the terminally ill.  In imitation of Joseph in Egypt, those who wanted to survive had to give all that they had to the Jew, while those who had nothing to give were left to die. 

The kind of anti-social profiteering typified by Huberfeld and Shkreli is deeply ingrained into the Jewish culture.  Rabbi Saadya Grama, a Jewish religious leader, put it most succinctly when he said that “Jewish success in the world is completely contingent upon the failure of other people.” Yet, the United States has allowed networks of Jewish con men to take control of its economic, political, social, cultural, and legal systems.  While some are occasionally purged the Jewish control mechanisms as a whole are never addressed, allowing America to sink progressively deeper into insanity, poverty, and deceit.


Friday, August 19, 2016

This One's Kind Of Important

Guys, I'm really sorry to rain on the parade, but we all need to see this and internalize it.

I stand by my favorable view of the effect Donald Trump is having and may yet have on world events. If he can destroy this vile two-party system and if he can keep the Hildebeest out of the Oval Office then history will be forever in his debt, and I will salute him.

That being said, sip the Trump Kool-aid. Don't guzzle or chug-a-lug it. He is a fling and a fun one, but he is not our One True Love, so to speak. Be ready for the fling to end, one way or the other.

Wednesday, August 17, 2016

Harold Covington's Northwest Independence Novels

Print-per-order internet publishing technology has broken the back of what was once a major Jewish monopoly in the arts and entertainment field, and allowed us access to quality book-length publishing services at a price that even our destitute Movement’s people and organizations can afford. The playing field still isn’t level, and it never will be, but at least we can get onto the field, which we couldn’t before.

The Northwest Migration movement will never be able to match the dictatorship in the money, time, and effort we can invest in promotion and advertisement, nor will we be able to get access to the retail and market sales outlets the establishment publishers have—but at least alternative literature and ideas can get published now. It used to be that publishing and distributing a single politically incorrect book was a major, lifelong project that sometimes literally killed the author, as witness Francis Parker Yockey. The story of all the things William Gayley Simpson had to go through to find a publisher for Which Way Western Man? would fill a book itself. Now, if we can ever address the character issue and create a bona fide resistance movement, we no longer have that technological and logistic hurdle.
Can anything be accomplished through fiction? Well, Uncle Tom’s Cabin has been credited with starting the Civil War, and The Turner Diaries has been given credit for inspiring the Order and the Oklahoma City bombing, so the power of the written word shouldn’t be underestimated. Granted, the number of White people who are willing to sit down and actually read a block of type for content is a very small proportion of the White population. But they do exist, and many of them are willing to at least make the attempt if they know ahead of time the book is something politically incorrect and forbidden.

We do so much that we shouldn’t be doing, that we never can seem to figure out what it is that we should be doing. It’s as if we’re trying to put together a jigsaw puzzle when we’ve lost the cover to the puzzle box, without knowing what the picture we’re trying to assemble looks like. We can see all the pieces, and we can even fit a few together, but we have no idea what we’re trying to create or how it should work. 

But what if we did have the cover of the puzzle box? Suppose we had a vision of what we were trying to accomplish? Suppose we could get a glimpse of the great prize itself? Suppose we could look at what we should be doing instead of being constantly told how not to do it? What the Northwest novels do is to give our people a good look at the cover of the box, so that they know what a White revolution should look like, and what a real one might possibly look like. They can get some idea of what they should be doing and how they should be doing it, instead of wandering down endless dead ends. Bear in mind that I am uniquely qualified to do this, because I have actually lived, as a local and not a tourist, in societies where revolution has been accomplished within living memory, where attempted revolution was ongoing, and where I could observe events up close and first hand. I know what the picture on the box should look like, because I’ve seen the real thing. Virtually no one else in the Movement has. No brag, guys, just fact.

In the year 2000, as a consequence of the atrocious Morris Dees legal assault on Pastor Richard Butler, I decided that I would write a novel depicting what a future sovereign, independent White nation in the Pacific Northwest would look like, and how such a new nation might come about. This was a challenge because rather than create some work of pure science fiction, I tried to predict and portray exactly how a White revolutionary movement of Northwest independence might succeed, based on the reality of what we have to work with today—all of this on the admittedly far-fetched premise that we ever do in fact get our act together.

The result was The Hill of the Ravens, which came out in September of 2003. The novel is set in the middle of the 21st century, around forty years after the successful Northwest War of Independence. In addition to describing a number of aspects of the contemporary Northwest American Republic, including technological advances and a realistic form of authoritarian but participatory government that might actually arise in such a situation, the book deals with events that took place during the guerrilla War of Independence. Unlike The Turner Diaries, it actually has a plot, a whodunnit dealing with the betrayal of a Northwest partisan column forty years before and the identity of the traitor.

I should mention that at the time of its publication, I had no idea that The Hill of the Ravens was going to be the first in a series of five novels and the beginning of a whole literary mythos, so there are some  minor contradictions, inconsistencies, and paradoxes in THOR that are not present in other novels in the series. 

 A Fanfare for the Common Man

I had no sooner finished The Hill of the Ravens when I read it over and realized that while it was a start, it was still inadequate. There just wasn’t enough space to cover every single thing I wanted to cover. I didn’t want the book to run to the length of War and Peace. There were points that should have been made that weren’t made, and there were questions about the Northwest idea that should have been answered that weren’t answered. In August of 2004 I published the second novel, A Distant Thunder, which is essentially the story of a single revolutionary soldier, a Northwest Volunteer, from his childhood as a poor working class White boy until almost the end of the conflict, and of how the revolution began and progressed in a single town in the Pacific Northwest. 

The Hill of the Ravens is set on a fairly elevated level in Northwest society under the Republic—my protagonist is a member of the State President’s family as well as a senior police investigator, and there is a good deal of fictional high politics and policy discussed. A Distant Thunder is a much more earthy and proletarian re-telling of the revolutionary mythos, and it is done in the first person. It is the memoir of a young White “trailer trash” kid named Shane Ryan, who recounts his youthful experiences growing up in the last days of the old America of diversity and political correctness, his initial contact with the Party and the Northwest independence movement, and his career as a Northwest Volunteer during the Northwest War of Independence.

Shane and his comrades of the Wingfield family are not political leaders or generals or Party intellectuals; they are the “grunts” and common foot soldiers of the Northwest revolution, the kind of working-class, normal White people that we must attract to our cause if there is to be any hope. Their experience in the novel is very largely localized, as the book recounts the beginning and the subsequent development and course of events taken by the White revolt in a single county in western Washington. It is the revolution in microcosm and anecdotal detail.

I deliberately chose to re-tell the story of this fictional future rebellion in the Northwest from the viewpoint of a bottom-rung Volunteer because I wanted to emphasize something that must—let me repeat that, must occur within the Northwest movement itself, which is that form must follow function and that the coming Party must be created from the bottom up, not the top down. No more self-appointment, no more letterhead organizations, no more of this “if you build it, they will come” crap. In everything else we have ever tried, we set up somebody as Grand Panjandrum with a post office box, a letterhead, and (later) a web site, and then sat back and waited for the bodies to appear and flesh out the empty framework. It’s never worked worth a damn. This time we have to get the real-world, physical bodies on the ground first. This is one of the things I try to show in A Distant Thunder. 

A Mighty Fortress, the third novel in the trilogy, turned into something of an amalgam of the first two books, including some of the characters. A Mighty Fortress is the story of the Longview peace conference wherein the Northwest Republic comes into being. (Or at least it was supposed to be; it kind of wandered off into a teenaged love story for a while there.) We have never gotten so far even in our wildest dreams, until now, that we have devoted any thought at all to exactly how we intend to bring the present order to an end and replace it with a new one. A Mighty Fortress begins with the NVA as an underground guerrilla movement and follows its transformation into the government of a new, sovereign White nation. I can’t believe that I am the first who ever even seems to have thought about this part of the process, but it looks like I am.

Then came The Brigade, which in my opinion is the book I will be remembered for, insofar as I am ever remembered. After AMF I had thought I was all NVA’ed out, and we had taken to referring to the first three books as the Northwest Trilogy, offering them as a set, etc. Then one day in the spring of 2006 I got the old familiar itch, sat down at my archaic computer and just started typing. The Brigade just sort of happened. I still don’t fully understand why, except that apparently I hadn’t said all I had to say on the subject. The Brigade turned into an epic of 335,000 words, the longest work I ever wrote, and it encompasses all of the elements of the first three novels jammed into one. It is for this reason that despite its length, I recommend that new people be given The Brigade first. If they can get through all that wordage it will set their souls on fire. If not, then they have no souls left.

Finally, after a three-year hiatus, there is now Freedom’s Sons. I completed Volume One in August of 2011 and the entire novel of 364,000 words on Thanksgiving Day of 2012; it is my longest work. Freedom’s Sons was written for largely the same reason that the whole NVA thing turned into a series and then a mythos—because of repeated new questions that arose along the line of what if? along with a whole new slew of nay-says along the line of “But we could never have our own country, Hurrold! They’d nuke us! They’d nuke us! Yaaaaaaahhh….” 

In other words, one more excuse to continue to do nothing. Finally I got tired of it. I figured that once more I’d better take these folks by the hand and walk them through it, so when they hang their heads, shuffle their feet, and slink away into the darkness, at least no one can say that it was anything I left unsaid or undone. 

Freedom’s Sons covers the first 50 years of the Northwest American Republic’s existence, as seen through the eyes of three families—one NVA, one more-or-less pro-Unionist, and one White refugee family forced to flee from the United States into the Republic in order to escape destruction at the hands of Amurrica. There are five sections to the novel, covering the first year after independence, the later attempt by the Americans to re-invade and enslave the Northwest Republic, then a quasi-mystical excursion into the Solutrean theory with a little spy and intrigue thrown in, then a tale of life on the NAR-American border complete with star-crossed lovers and a stupid negress for comic relief. Finally, an epilogue, 50 years after the Battle of Portland began.

In these five novels, the Northwest independence movement creates a vision of future White freedom in a country of our own, but more importantly we have now begun the process of changing the White man’s thinking, and hopefully transfiguring his character to the point where he can recover his ancient courage. These books for the moment are the primary items of propaganda the Northwest Migration possesses. They are our answer to what Bush the First called “the vision thing.” They show us what the cover of the puzzle box looks like. They need to get into the hands and the minds of as many White people as possible in our Movement. Because as I have said before—we don’t have a hell of a lot of time left.


Tuesday, August 16, 2016

Radio Free Northwest - August 18th, 2016

Horse race, Gretchen, and Part Two of The Ghost Dance.

Sunday, August 14, 2016

How We Can Help Trump

Saturday, August 13, 2016

A Prisoner Who's Worth It

Hi, guys:

I of all people am familiar with the risks of getting involved with prisoners. They generally take up an immense amount of time and emotional investment, and promptly disappear after they are released---if you're lucky.

(In case some of you guys never picked up on this, gangs in female prisons run regular lonely hearts-style scams on middle-aged White men on the outside. I was never dumb enough to fall for any of those, but I know one guy who did, briefly. Remember, a woman criminal is still a criminal.

Another problem is there are so damned many of them, and prisoners will do or say anything in order to receive mail. Mail of any kind, some acknowledgement from the outside world that they are still alive and still exist, which I thoroughly get and don't judge them on. It just can't be the Party's task to do this. Once word gets around that a group or person will respond and send free stuff, then all of a sudden you've got 127 begging letters from the same institution, and if one allows a mailing list to become cluttered up with non-paying prisoners then bankruptcy will quickly loom.

I have developed a practice down through the years of fulfilling what the Jews would call my mitzvah, my morally required righteous deed, by adopting one genuinely deserving individual in prison and concentrating on giving that one man all the help I can. Bill White is my current prison project, as you know. Before him it was Edgar Steele. Before that it was Pamela Bailey.

One of my strict requirements is that the person must have been racial before they went inside. There is someone who fills that requirement, a man somewhat older than myself, who just had his final appeal turned down by the Supreme Court and his Jewish public defender has now resigned from the case, so he's done. He has been permanently warehoused and they're waiting around for him to die. They may or may not decide to speed things along with a Bruce Pierce-style "slip and fall" or Edgar Steele-style poison.

This man is named Dennis Mahon. I know him personally and can vouch for the fact that he is one of the solid men of my Movement generation. Dennis was unlucky; he fell into a honey trap of a similar kind to one which may or may not have been laid for me five years ago, but which I avoided. This is very much a case of "there but for the grace of God go I."

The problem is, my time restrictions are such that I just can't carry him and Bill both. I would like to urge each of you to look into your hearts and see if you can find some time in your own busy schedules at least to drop Dennis a line and let him know that he is not quite over yet; that at least his existence is remembered. There is a practical reason for this; prisoners with many known contacts on the outside are a lot safer than those whom their captors believe have been completely isolated, abandoned, and forgotten.

Dennis Mahon #30289-424 
FCI Hazelton
P. O. Box 5000
Bruceton Mills, W. Va. 26525


Probably More Long Stuff Coming

Probably more long stuff coming, so here's a quick promo for my anti-Clinton novel Slow Coming Dark. It was written in the time of the First Regime and published in 2000, so it's s little dated, but I think it still has some "points of interest," as Sherlock Holmes would say.

Thursday, August 11, 2016

A Short Break From That Looooong Previous Post

Wednesday, August 10, 2016

I Never Know What To Do With These (Introduction)

Below you will find reproduced portions of a letter sent to me by a comrade. The original was over 9,000 words in length, but I have redacted portions of it which A) might lead to this man being identified, and B) which are inappropriate for publication for various reasons.

I have gotten a lot of these letters down through the years, on average about one a month. I call them "soul out-pourers," which is clumsy, but I can't think of any more descriptive term for when somebody writes a long and deeply personal and revealing letter to a complete stranger, in the rather touching conviction that sonebody else on earth gives a damn about their angst. Most of us have more than enough of our own to be getting on with. 

Usually these people who send me these things are inviting me to join a "Committee of Correspondence" named after similar bodies just prior to the American Revolution. The objective is apparently to write long, long, LONG letters to one another, preferably on paper but e-mail is now acceptable. 

Each letter must be a masterpiece of epistolary elegance and sparkling wit which will be published on blogs named "Occidental" something-or-other, so we can record for posterity how fucking brilliant we are. After some years of this pointless circle-jerk, we will all eventually keel over and three weeks or so later we will be found dead on the floor of our rented room, half-eaten by our own cats. 

But our effervescent wit and Wildean command of gracious invective against Barack the Beast and that odious woman Hillary will be preserved in cyber-space for all time until the electric power finally goes off, the internet goes into hibernation, and then in about another 200 centuries or so it is suddenly powered up again by ... who? Or what?

In this case, I just don't know what to do with this. Max isn't a bad guy, he spent an immense amount of time on this, and I would feel like a real POS if I were to slip it quietly into File 13 like I do most of these. So enjoy, dewds!

I Never Know What To Do With These

Dear Harold:

This is the letter I’ve been meaning to write for over a year. It will be disjointed and I hope it avoids rambling--only one of us should be Grandpa Simpson, but I’m a year older than you, so it’s to be expected, although I hope there’s no Dutch uncle lurking about.

I had a dream about you. I was in North Carolina, and came to a meeting hall full of people ready for a seminar led by you, and dozens of cars clogged the road getting to the hall. I met you at a table with other NW members, but didn’t sit with you as I was interested in a blonde nearby who ate with a stack of books by her plate. Later, I joined a long line of people waiting outside to  hear you speak, and the sky rumbled, and I smelled rain. We were eager to get inside before the storm began.

I also thought about you the other night I got off work and watched a PBS show on the Easter rebellion of 1916. It was a sobering story about the rebellion you have been so influenced by, and I was appalled by the damage done to Dublin by the British shelling. They really were a lot of imperialistic bastards, weren’t they?  It recalls the Northwest novels, when the leadership is frantically trying to avoid being nuked. The feds would do it, too.  Then, the film mentioned the Ulster troops used in the Somme, and how in the Irish rebels and the Ulster troops were both willing to sacrifice for Ireland, and the other for ‘the Empire.’ The camera panned long rows of graves, like a forest of teeth. Very sobering.

I was also saddened how the rebellion’s unity faded into civil war that poisoned Irish relations for decades, especially noting how the original progressive ideals were usurped by the Church moving in.  I saw a movie about this, Jimmy’s Hall, dealing with the cultural conflict in Ireland during the Depression, the Church determined to crush any independent action by former revolutionaries. A very powerful and sad film, but I think you’d like it.

Perhaps the crowd in that dream reminded me of Trump. I think your podcast  of March 9 was one of the best I’ve heard in a while, and I made a copy of it for my brother to read. He feels the way we do about race. He’s a retired cop, so he knows all about permission slips, has a 80 plus gun collection (most of which are military, and will never be used---yeah, he’s got the gun fetish), and considers himself very well-read as long as it’s the Time-Life series of WWII and Vietnam. Everything else he’s kind of dim on. A national characteristic you duly noted.

I went to the Trump rally in St. Louis March 11. I’d gotten a ticket online, but it did no good, because there were thousands of people ahead of me in line, stretching for several blocks.

It was really impressive. The Peabody Opera house, where Trump spoke, holds three thousand people, and there were at least seven thousand outside. I was also impressed by the crowd, a mix of all kinds of middle and working class people, very well-dressed, polite, happy, many of them with children and there were quite a few teenagers there, from goth types to the khaki pants and blazer set. Everyone was having a good time.  The crowd was almost all white. God, it was inspiring.

I saw counter protestors walk by to make their way to the protest area. One whigger had dreadlocks that reached to his ankles. No shit. There was a cheerful Muslim guy, all smiles and bubbling babu like voice as he offered boxes of Krispy-Kreme doughnuts to people in lone.

“Oh, yes,” he sing-songed, “Islam is a religion of peace. We want to share this with you. Please take. Islam is a way of loooove.” Two white women were with him, holding signs calling for an end to racism, that Islam was a religion of freedom, no hate in America, Christians Against Trump, etc.

I was tempted to throw the doughnuts back in the guy’s smiley-smiley face. He reminded me of a lecture I went to some years ago where a babu like him kept pumping everyone with the ‘religion of peace-love-tolerance’ stuff, and ‘women are freer in Islam than in any other religion’...all nice and friendly until they get the upper hand.  But on the sidewalk everyone cheerfully took the doughnuts (would you take food offered on the street by a total stranger? I wouldn’t, but I’m a security guard, so there.) Then, two weeks later, we get Brussels. Then, San Bernadino, and now, Orlando.

If there’s one thing you didn’t totally cover in the NW novels, it is Muslim responses to a NW republic. You’ve said the leadership of this country is a corporate-Zionist-homosexual conglomerate, but there is a Muslim element as well. Looking at Europe and its Islamic infestation, there is obviously approval to this invasion going on at the top. The leaders of the ‘democracies’ are letting these hordes in. The immediate answer is the Jews simply hate white people enough to see them replaced, and figure they’ll be able to ‘manage’ things, along with the upper class, who will be safely protected behind their walls. Maybe, but, Harold, along with the appeal of homosexuality to the upper class, there is something about Islam that attracts them as well. I know an Irish descended Jesuit-educated scholar who told me he almost became a Muslim, and writer Anthony Burgess confessed he almost converted as well. There’s something going on, unless it’s simply the intellectual class’s hatred of Christianity. As you’ve noted, a large segment of our race simply despise Christianity...the dead-Jew-on-a-stick acidity you recount.

I’m a Christian, attend church, and I’m thankful for your support of Christians. We aren’t all white-hating faux socialists, and Christianity as you and I knew it in our childhoods and the way it is now is very different, and I know we’ll not get it back the way it was, because too much has happened, and too many Christian leaders sold out.

When you announced your books were going out of print, I immediately bought Freedom’s Sons and Slow Coming Dark. I’d read Freedom’s Sons on the computer, but Slow Coming Dark is a new read. 

It was enjoyable, since Matt and Heather are always a good pair, and Visconti was a very intriguing, dignified character. I always perked up when he was on the page.

I was disappointed by the massive shoot out at the end, but this kind of fiction and your audience seems to demand this. I also thought the Hildebeest was underdone, and Clinton as well. I would have liked a more rounded picture of them. Also, since you write novels of character, those with a lack of it get short shrift.

I’d read Freedom’s Sons in the early drafts and offered you some criticisms. It’s a massive work, and I enjoyed most of it, and your way of defining the making of a country.

I’ve found much of  it more relevant as time goes on.

What is especially interesting is page 404. “What kept us from being physically overrun by literally billions of niggers and gooks during the late twentieth and early twenty-first centuries?”

Explaining that tribal wars and chaos saved us is new and thoughtful, and I’d like to see you elaborate on it, since you were in Africa and  saw much of this.

Another part of your book I found thoughtful is page 481, when you bring up the possibility of most of our nuclear arsenal being nonfunctional. An article in The New Yorker on March 9, 2015, reported on a group of protestors who kept invading missile sites to paint anti-war messages on the missiles, and the author implied a lot of missiles might not be working, and that security for them was lax to barely nonexistent in some cases, since they’re too spread out to adequately protect, and the system keeps laying off security guards to cut corners.

The protestors were the usual sort of peaceniks, but you have to admire their dedication, especially older people who made their way in the dark and through brush, evading sentries. If only we had people that dedicated to white nationalism, but as you’ve said, there seems to be something programmed in us to do good for everything except our own race. Reminds me of a documentary of a group of marine biologists and environmentalists who went on a crusade to save tuna from being harvested in Japan, even sabotaging fishing boats so the fucking tuna could escape. It’s not really evil or totally stupid, but these people...well-educated, healthy, robust, the kind of folk who’d make up a team to fly to Mars...waste all their time on fish, and nothing for their own race and future. Somewhere, somehow, a circuit in their brains got shorted, or a moral instinct went dead from some kind of civilized virus.

It’s the way I feel about you and people like us, that we have some kind of  viral immunity to the indoctrination we’ve grown up with. Amidst the plague, we’re the ones who are immune.

You spoke of people who insist you read this or that or listen to people...‘Harold, you gotta hear this!’

You mentioned Red Ice radio, and I’ve heard them from time to time, and the host has some good topics on race, although there are also the UFO types and mystical sorts...what the British call the flat-earthers. One man I heard was Colin Flaherty, and his White Girl Bleed a Lot website. He had a good program, and his site also carries raw, informative stuff about nigger behavior, but on Red Ice,  halfway through the interview he announced he wasn’t a racist, he had no hard feelings about blacks, and his site is intended to show bad behavior, with no racial connotations. He didn’t exactly come out and say some of my best friends are... but it was close.  I wondered what Flaherty’s sudden about-face was for, then recall what you say, that most whites are happy to inform and show crappy behavior, but do nothing.

They feel when they’re aware, that’s all that’s needed.  Sort of like when I told you a few years ago when I heard Sam Francis lecture, and there were these desperate men waiting to see Sam clutching manila envelopes bulging with news clippings and typed pages...Sam, ya gotta read this...I imagine poor Mr. Francis had a trunk full of  ya gotta you.

Another site I’ve followed is run by Craig Hulet, and I’ve sure you’ve heard of him. He is an antiterrorism expert, and is on Coast-to-Coast a lot, and other stations. He has an accurate description of the ruling class and corporate control. Craig says there aren’t 535 members of Congress, but 535 corporate representatives who are bought and sold. Also, he maintains 9/11 was planned by Saudi Arabia, and Israel knew about it. Craig thinks elections are a joke. Fighting a one world system? It’s already here, he says. Hulet is more left then you are, and in talking about the elections, which he says what you say, that they’re a method of corporate control, not democracy in any real sense. In this, he is a practitioner of Samuel Huntington’s theories that a two-party system is a perfect device to preserve the ruling class’s continuity. It reminds me of  the novel The Leopard, where the ruling class in Sicily decides to go along with dumping their king and agreeing to a republic.  As they say:‘If things are going to stay the same around here, they’ve got to change.’

He kept predicting the presidential candidates will be Jeb (!) Bush and Hilary, saying Bush is primed to win, because he’s been groomed by the elites, and Hilary has too much baggage. He also said God help us if Bush gets in, because he’ll be a ruthless tyrant. Also, that the system will, with a new Supreme court justice, finally get rid of guns. He said the system is genuinely afraid of the American people and the second amendment.

Lately, Craig has said Jeb is still a possibility, since it is determined that the GOP will never let Trump have the nomination, or, if he does, then Bush will be VP, just like in 1980, when Reagan had Bush forced on him. I think if this happens, unlike the past, more white men will smell that the fix is in. As you and so many of us have said, Trump’s major accomplishment is to show how crooked ‘democracy’ is. This cycle, they really let the curtain fall, and maybe they don’t care anymore. After all, they’ve got the power.

Really, more people are realizing we’re not going to vote our way out of the present crisis.

Hulet also says Hilary is a very dangerous woman to put in charge of the government. If she wins, he says, she’ll need to be under medical observation. He thinks she really is mentally unhinged, and he’s uneasy with her being near the  nuclear football.

Also, Craig said the system indoctrinates people. Their tools of indoctrination are drugs, porn, sports, and music.

He has little faith the people will do anything. There aren’t enough conservatives because they’re now outvoted by the illegals, and, as he snidely puts it, ‘American people like to wiggle their toes and smile, and be told everything’s all right. Most young men are unemployed and live with their parents, playing computer games. The white American male ain’t got the cojones.’

Craig reminds me of Wally Post in The Brigade. He plays the corporate and patriot side.

Then, he’s like you in complaining how the internet ruins public participation. He said nine years ago, he always had crowds when he appeared to speak, and now they don’t show up. He has to stick to talk radio, and he’s kept off the big shows. When Craig is on radio, it’s funny how the callers on black talk shows seem to be quieter. The white shows always have these old Amurricans who rant, raise their voices ‘bout guns,  bringin’ God back, the people, stop the UN, bring back the Constitution, gotta do somethin’!!!’  Man, their voices really crack and they just won’t shut up.

He also agrees with you on race, but from a different perspective. He says whites will never accept blacks, that they hate being integrated with them, that all integration has been forced by the New World Order, and whites will never accept blacks as equals...but you understand Craig says this is a desultory way, to knock whites and play up to the black audience, like when he mentioned Ferguson “...we know black men are being gunned down by the police every day when they try to surrender, just like Michael Brown...” that’s when I shut off the radio.

But he’s listenable. At least he’s not a goofball like Glenn Beck. Yet, his tone and solutions remind me more of a status quo supporter or perhaps a provocateur, especially when he brags about his connections with government agents and counter-terrorists. He just sounds fishy.

There’s also a Matthew Bracken, who has a website Enemies Foreign and Domestic. He talks a good fight, but again, I see all these types on the ‘net, but they never unite. Everyone’s scattered and prefers to remain so, a pack of lone wolves who whimper instead of growl. Just like the Indians, who could never get it together. Which reminds me; a while back on the podcast, I compared you to our Sitting Bull, and you seemed to take offense. What I meant was, you’re like our spiritual leader, and if you and others were offended being compared to an Indian...well, as Sitting Bull complained about his own people becoming dependent on treaties and trade goods: ‘you are fools to give up your freedom and land of  your people for sugar, coffee, bacon , and mattresses.’ I think the comparisons are apt. 

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 Poor Europe, eh, Harold? It’s sad seeing things happen there, but I’m also cold to it. All the muzzies swarming into Germany is, I agree with Bill White and you, a plan, and I’m numb. I should be angry seeing these babus assault and rape German women, but remember those photos of women in Germany holding banners reading ‘Welcome Refugees?’ It’s like in South Africa, where I read of communities of whites living in shacks, and are defenseless and out of work. Part of me wants to be angry, but, like Dr. Pierce said in the nineties, they voted themselves out of existence.

I still wonder why, oh why, didn’t the whites in South Africa  immediately form their own country? As you and Dr. Pierce intimated, they just were too used to their kaffirs to give them up, and democracy lulls your mind to sleep. Certainly there’s a case, like you say, that whites there, like in Europe, have had their masculinity bred out of them. 

I’ve met a few South Africans, and unlike the media image of them being aggressive and mean, tough rogues, they were very middle class and passive, a Boer version of  der Broedy Bunch. They seem, like Kevin Alfred Strom’s description of  his (our)  youthful America; a people who were decent and hard-working, but a little too naive and trusting of their government and democracy. Even now, I sense many South African whites live in their little gated islands and go tra-la-la; kind of like the Eloi in Wells’s Time Machine...waiting for the Morlocks to eat them. Although, in fairness to the Morlocks, they did run the machines and keep that society going, unlike our niggers and kaffirs.

I was stationed in Germany during the seventies, and visited there a few times after I was discharged. There were  lots of Gastarbeiter, and the Germans didn’t like them, but when I spoke to Germans about them, there was always a hands-up and shrugging ‘we need them,’ and, ‘we’ve got them under control.’  For a long time they did, and were very strict on keeping out a massive influx of families, but it couldn’t really be controlled, and by the early nineties, the Germans had a serious Turk problem that wasn’t going away.

The Turks showed no interest in assimilation. None. There were and are a few here and there who play German so they can get political power, then when they have it, go after the white power structure, although to be fair (again), they’re no more anti-white then a lot of leftists. I’ve seen them, and it’s the same kind of shock Orwell had when he encountered Marxist groups in the Spanish Civil War, dutifully purging anyone they didn’t like.

The self-hatred some of these whites have for their own skin is creepy, and if there was any serious effort to close the borders in Germany, there would be a racial and political civil war.  I really could see the leftists  massacre whole communities if ordered to.  Much like Clinton, the Schroeder regime just said the hell with keeping a lid on all the Turks and others floating in, the extreme left took over the policy, and, more so than in the seventies and eighties, the Holocaust got brought up over and over by you-know-who. When I recall the Clinton administration, it is the time when the Jews started sueing everyone, from the Swiss to us, to get reparations. Sort of like the end of the Cold War made them break out of the pen and start hunting for prey. I feel that the unified Germany I wanted, when it finally happened, seemed to destroy the Germans.

Merkel, echoing your remarks about the hidden hand in The Iron Dream, really seems to be a sleeper agent. There’s something about her that’s just wrong.

When I was younger, I spoke to Germans my own age who’d been in the Bundeswehr, who were liberal but wanted to see Germany strong and confident, and had no doubt  they were prosperous and hard-working, and kept much of Europe going. It seems that kind of confident, orderly mentality ended in the Clinton era. There was something insidious about Clinton. He really brought some kind of moral and feminine rot with him, copied by Blair and his ‘Cool Britannia’  shit.  To recap what I said above, there’s just something wrong about these leaders. It reminds me of a security class I went to for re-certification, and the instructor, an ex-cop, broke out of the training mode to say that  lots of people (cops) feel that the country is going in the wrong direction, and it’s sad how the good people seem to get punished while the bad people get a pass, or as you’d say, a permission slip.

I think about this when talk goes to Trump. I have many of the same reservations you have, and mostly I think he’s thirty years too late. The immigrant problem (actually a barbarian invasion) really got hot around 1980, and Reagan could have stopped it but didn’t, yet, again, there seems to have been a reluctance throughout the West to save the race, as though that breathing space you talked about in Freedom’s Sons had ended, and it finally burst through the gates. 

I think of the Roman emperor Diocletian; stern and fanatical, trying to restore the old values, but failing. I recall the journalist Sebastian Haffner say that, perhaps centuries from now, Hitler will be seen as a kind of Diocletian who proposed a radical, monstrous way to save the West. But really, there’s nothing to restore. As you’ve said, we have to move on.

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Entertainment. I don’t watch much TV.  Partly due to our movement’s dislike of the ‘entertainment’ it offers, but I also work evenings, and it’s no great loss. When I read Entertainment Weekly (assuming you actually can read it and not just feast on pictures and blurbs), I see a world that says nothing to me. There is a network, METV (Memorable Entertainment), that shows old sitcoms and dramas over and over. Also there’s the GRIT TV, showing all the westerns ever made (and God knows there were enough, weren’t there?), and I suppose networks like this are for people who don’t care for the usual offerings with their multicultural, sadism lite shows.  You can even see old Johnny Carson shows now. Jeez, Harold, are people that hard up for entertainment?

I did like watching some of METV. It was fun to see F Troop again, an old childhood favorite, and also seeing these 60’s shows in color (my family only  had black and white), but really, how many times can you see I Dream of Jeannie? Once was enough, or, in the case of My Mother the Car, once was too much. It reminds me that most TV then was pretty much temporal entertainment. All the sitcoms, westerns really hasn’t changed much, just updated, feminized and niggerized. So you have METV, which is a symptom of whites ignoring reality and changing the channels, which seems to be a racial trait nowadays.

 I did watch Elementary, the new Sherlock Holmes series, where Lucy Liu is Watson and Johnny Lee Miller is Holmes. It’s another example of a traditional hero who has to have an ethnic assigned to him to keep an eye on him...and, by implication, us. It is kind of diverting. There was one episode where a murder occured at a Jewish foundation gathering shekels for Holocaust survivors, and the chief Jew is skimming the profits. Wow...a Jew actually ripping people off about the Holohoax. You don’t see that every day, but you do more often, because I sense it’s losing it’s aura. People are getting a little tired of Jews. They, like our rulers, aren’t covering their tracks anymore.

One series I catch when I get off work is Seinfeld. I always liked it because it’s genuinely funny, and gives you insights into Jews. Larry David was a kind of truth teller, and occasionally juxtaposes Jew and gentile groups to show how cracked up Jews are. I understand in Americanized Germany they refused to show Seinfeld: it was considered too Jewish.

I’ve never gotten into Game of Thrones. I did read the first of R.R. Martin’s novels to get a feel for the series. It’s not bad, but has much convoluted prose, which sword and sorcery readers seem to love.  I think your writing is a lot easier to read, and you get to the point.

 A problem I have with the series is that they’re all dislikable or at least characters I don’t root for, unlike the cast of the Northwest novels. The characters Tyrion and Daenerys are  fairly sympathetic, but also Martin’s prose for them is simpler and more approachable, and that translates to the series. Although Emilia Clarke, the actress who plays Daenerys,  looks Jewish in a horsey kind of way, and the bleached hair and dark eyebrows don’t fit. She looks like a Jew trying to pass as a gentile.

I gave up watching after season two, when Cersei gave this speech that was so nihilistic and soul-killing, I simply lost all interest in the series. It sums up that world. I want some good guys here and there. Also, Joffre, the nutcase king...I watched I Claudius many years ago, and John Hurt played Caligula. He was crazy too, but you kind of liked some parts of him, and Hurt was also funny now and then. Joffre is just a crazy monster, and after three episodes, I kept thinking ‘for God’s sakes, someone just kill him.’

And recently I’ve heard that a large number of Game of Thrones fans would like to see Tyrion as president instead of Trump or the Hildebeest. Much like a college offered Game of Thrones as a study course in Medieval History. It’s a sad example how Americans (and Europeans) are substituting TV fantasy for reality; like Kievsky, a VNN viewer, said some years ago that the Jews offer a Midrash on reality; that is, they saturate you with fantasy images so much that you begin to believe they are reality...such as endless TV/movie bits on a responsible nigger president, or kickass women warriors who can easily whip four men at Kievsky said, as you’ve said, people won’t believe a revolution is happening until they see it on TV, which he warned was dangerous for WN, because we must deal with reality.  The whole sword and sorcery business only confirms what you wrote about feminists seizing publishing (page 94, The Iron Dream).  Now, with all the transgender shit coming out, I note in Publishers Weekly where they report on the growing titles about transgender literature.

But as you’ve said, the Northwest novels are novels about character, and I’m more comfortable with your cast and their struggles.

A series I watch when the DVD’s come out is Veep, where Julia Louise Dreyfuss plays Selina Meyer, an incredibly neurotic VP with a staff and world that lives and dies by tweets, instapolls, Beltway buzz. It seems an awful lot like the world of the Hildebeest, and it’s funny because Selina has all these liberal ideas that she wants to implement, but they all go to shit. When she  comes out for something like restricting immigration, a tough stand on terrorists, less gun control and getting tough on crime, her poll numbers go up, and she’s appalled. Selina wants to be worthy, but being a self-absorbed, authoritarian bitch gets in the way of her better self. Sound like anyone we know?

Also, Selina despises her fellow pols, and they despise her. It seems to capture pretty well that kind of world. Once, Julia was talking so fast that ‘doing’ came out ‘doingk’...nice to see her Jewish roots come out.

I’ve also thought about the Twilight Zone. If you remember the episode The Howling Man, what better way to show the Jew being unloosed on the world, and a desperate man trying to lock them up again? Or  the episode It’s a Good Life, where the creepy little kid rules a town, terrifying everyone when he points his finger: ‘You’re a bad man. You’re a very bad man!’

What better depiction of the PC world? You should get that audio for the show

A series I really like is Turn, based on the book Washington’s Spies, dealing with the Culpeper spy ring Washington operated. Turn isn’t just a period piece. It’s really good drama, especially about people concealing their true selves, dealing with an oppressive government, and both trying and avoiding to be used by others. I think it has a lot of depth, and think about you when I watch it, because it has a lot of HAC themes in the stories, and much of the conflict wouldn’t be far removed from the world of the NW novels...especially when the Americans start spying, and they’re reminded they need a goddamn system to make it work, and people who don’t do it for the money. Most of the characters are based on real people. Benedict Arnold and Washington, for example, remind you of Hal and Hotspur, and Washington comes across as a very astute spymaster, but also struggles with fighting a war while keeping a moral code.

Robert Rogers (of Roger’s Rangers) is amoral, serves the king, and is a ruthless killer. Angus Mcfadyen, the actor that plays him, reminds me of you. 

Watching it, I easily see the patriots as the NW volunteers and the British as the American empire, and many of those who support the British really do it out of money or indifference. The It’s about people taking a stand, and  giving up their comforts for something better. I’d love to send you the DVDs if you’d watch them.

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The question is, why am I not in the Northwest? My age, for starters. I’m sixty-four now,  and like the NA when I went to their meetings here when they were still a unit, I think you want young families. I haven’t much of a family. My brother is all I have left, and we’re distant in the usual American way. He disappears for weeks at a time, mostly teaching law enforcement classes, even though he’s a retired cop. He’s also stuck taking care of his granddaughter. His wife runs the house (another reason we don’t keep in touch: she doesn’t like me around. ) His adopted daughter from Russia is a doper and pot smoker,  was raped by their next-door neighbor (who only got two years in jail), lives at home and is probably turning tricks, and has no interest in her daughter. So, at sixty-nine, my brother is stuck taking the kid to day care, playing with her, etc., 

The father was a Marine who got a disability and like so many people you’ve described, didn’t really grow up until he was thirty. Now he’s cleaned up his act, works at a rent-a-car agency, and is pretty much into workaday life. I’ve met him and he’s okay, but like a lot of Americans, there’s a kind of mindless passivity that runs him. The only real institution or morals he ever had in his life was the Marines. My brother is still waiting for him to  take care of his daughter, but although he has the child on weekends, he’s not much into being a full-time daddy.  My brother asked his parents if they could help with taking care of the girl. They said it was their son’s problem, not theirs.

Also, the father is dating a black girl now.

All of this just recaps how very screwed up American family life has become. There are good families like my uncle’s kids. All four of them in top jobs, from carpenter to Congressman, and they’ve all got healthy, happy kids. But so many people, like my brother, are just stuck. He agrees with us racially, and his wife is very right wing and gung-ho for Trump, and no friend of niggers, but the personal domestic garbage messes it all up. 

My brother and I had (and knew) both sets of stable grandparents, our parents, even though they got divorced, were pretty square (although Mother was an alcoholic), but today everything’s so fragmented. It’s like Rush Limbaugh said today, that so many Americans have no real values or anything resembling a moral order. They’re just drifting and doped up. The NWF, as I see it, should take the remnant...the good, stable people...and use them for a place of retreat. As you’ve said, the white race needs to regroup and get its house in order. It needs to flush away the moral relativism and dead-end nihilism and niggerization that it’s been infected with. You and I and others almost seem to have an antibody against the rot, and sticking around to hope for ‘true conservatives’ to take back the country is a waste. The rot could be cleaned out of the system, but Jesus, Harold, it’s got to be cleaned out; not as Limbaugh et al. do and keep talking about two election cycles from now, when true conservatives will be elected, and...blah-blah, yadda-yadda, rhubarb-rhubarb.

I recall what Tom Wolfe said when his book The Bonfire of the Vanities came out, that to restore America from what he put it as the Sixties madness, you’d need at least twenty years of strong conservative presidencies, both houses of Congress, a new media, and a step-by-step repeal of most social legislation. That was in the eighties, and we see none of that even had a chance  of happening.

I feel a better solution is what the Roman empire had to do: split into two, and let the unsalvageable parts fall, and keep what could be kept.

 The description you have of America in the latter part of Freedom’s Sons is really becoming true: large, rural swaths of whites, urban centers overrun with coloreds. The big reason the NW movement hasn’t really took off is that are at least two dozen NW republics once you get twenty miles away from the nearest niggerville. You’ve given the reasons why people don’t, but I did vote for him in the Missouri primary. As Craig Hulet said, what will Trump followers do if he actually wins the nomination and Jeb Bush is his VP? That’s what happened with Reagan.

As you predicted (imagined?) in Freedom’s Sons, eventually, people in the rural areas will simply start ignoring edicts from the feds, and just get on with life. That’s if they are still a coherent racial group, and the money finally goes bust. Like all mercs, their code is no money, no battle.

You said that Bush was probably the last sexually normal white man who will be elected president, and that looks true. If Cruz would have gotten elected, he’d have been the first Hispanic and already our political system is slowly ceasing to be white, and Hilary and Sanders (Pete Seeger without the banjo) are openly anti-white although Sander’s supporters are mostly white.

But this election’s saving grace, as well as that of Trump, is to show the system for what it is. If enough people finally get it, maybe at last they’ll decide to go for the Northwest, or a local variant.  But there’s that niggling little demon of inaction and, as you put it in a recent podcast, people looking up to the sky like those niggers at Hurricane Katrina, waiting for someone to come down and save them.

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I read with much interest your views on writing and publishing, and I agree with them. I also read a funny and fairly honest article by Fred Reed on writing, and he pumped Elderberry Press.

As Fred put it, New York agents seem programmed to publish nothing unless it’s by Hilary Clinton. I knew Edward St. John, the editor of Elderberry, when I wanted to publish my WN novel back in the nineties. He liked it, but it would have cost me eight thousand dollars, and was unaffordable. He did give some good advice, and he’s since died. I think his wife runs the company, but when I sent inquiries, there was no reply. Maybe she gave up. I since gave up the WN novel. It was good, but needed trimming although had a lot of well-written sections. As you can guess, like Slow Coming Dark was immersed in the politics of the nineties, which dates it.  Yet I was prophetic about race relations and government venality so that we’re now seeing what I wrote. 

Really, you do the WN better than I do, and it’s hard to see anyone top you there. I’ve been writing all my life, and it’s fair to say it has defined me. I’m poor, but it doesn’t bother me, and I think that you’re the same way in your art.  I’m not quite into your holy poverty, but like you, I’m non-materialistic.  I had a comfortable life growing up, and don’t need the goodies. We’re unlike Rush Limbaugh, with his constant bragging about one hundred dollar Ruth Chris steaks, the imported cigars, all his hanging out with sports types and the name dropping. We know Rush says some good things, but he and much of the ‘conservative community’ are into mammon. Really, he could tell the truth and still have a career, but the toys are too hard to give up. Like you, I wonder how someone with say, a three million dollar income could cringe that it’s not enough to live on, or that if he ticks off the puppetmasters, he could be cut off.

Now that I’m sixty-four, I agree with something you said a while back that it’s hard to write like I used to. I can’t concentrate as much, and where I could work on four projects at once, now I have to put my efforts one at a time. But these days, I’m mostly revising. There’s a novel that’s 700 plus pages that I’m trying to get into a 450 page length. Like you, I tend to write long novels. An historical romance of mine is 920 pages, but fortunately I have a quick, readable style, and one of the men in my writer’s group told me in confidence he thinks I’m the most skillful writer in the group. Then, that 700 page novel is about Germany, and I admit I’m depressed about recent events there, and it holds up my story of Germany in the seventies. To see a people (or at least their rulers) simply give up and choose extinction. Whenever I see news from Germany, I always think Deutschland Erwache! 

I work hard at rewriting and laughed when in The Iron Dream you described your earlier days writing on page 184, carrying your typewriter packed away from place to place. I know what that’s like, and I’m very thankful for the computer. It’s hard to believe there was life before spell check.

I was honored to read your draft of Freedom’s Sons and The Brigade. I like the way you have a readable style that isn’t pretentious but is very well-crafted, and the way you make your characters very identifiable and well-rounded.

I’ve thought of returning to my WN novel, especially since so much of what I wrote is coming to pass.  Back in 1991, I predicted Obama, Sarah Palin, and a sort of Trump, but you’ll agree anyone who was in the know twenty years ago and could see where things were going could come up with the same worldview. My big failure was creating a war where both sides split up the U.S. arsenal and had it out. In my book, a kind of Waco/PC raid starts a civil war, and that’s not going to happen. No one will fight, and I don’t see the point of trying to recreate that kind of world. When I wrote that, I pictured the niggers, beaners, and radicals breaking up into their own nations out of the U.S. Instead, it’s us who’ll have to make the NWR and leave them the greater part.

If anything is realistic, it’s probably 1985, a novella Anthony Burgess wrote in 1978, where he envisions a Britain that’s falling apart under uncontrolled socialism and PC madness, while at the same time the Muslims are buying up the country, setting up mosques, and, since they secretly bought all the breweries, slowly watering down the booze. But Burgess’s hero takes it. He almost joins the Muslims, but when they break a strike and a man dies, he quits because he hates violence. That’s western man, Harold. He won’t fight. He just takes it, and, as you put it, the argument of the gun is never used.  Our hero, placed in a reeducation center, finally kills himself.

It reminds me of Dominique Venner, a French writer, who in The Shock of History spoke of Europe’s crisis, saying ‘The crisis is not political-it is spiritual and civilizational. The USA and USSR froze Europe into immobility. When the Berlin wall fell, history began to move again.’ Unfortunately, history means all those hordes of wogs that you referred to in Freedom’s Sons. And Venner? He got so despondent he killed himself.  Just what we need.

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Like you, I’ve always been attracted to the theater. I remembered your talking about theater on page 179 of Dreaming the Iron Dream, and I sense the frustrated actor in much of your writing, and how these talents weren’t allowed to develop. I think the Kelly Shipman story in A Mighty Fortress is reflective of this. Was there really a play about a platypus somewhere in HAC’s past? I’ve done some acting, but I’m happier writing plays, but no one wants to put them on. I’ve done a couple of historical plays that did very well in staged readings and the audience liked them a lot, but I can't impress the directors and agents, and yes, we know what persuasion they are. 

I’ve also written several screenplays, although I doubt any would be made. Like you, I like stories about character, and I also am fond of the novels of Charles Brockden Brown (1771-1815), our first novelist. He has a gothic style that influenced Poe and Hawthorne, and I was overwhelmed reading his works. I adapted his Ormond, dealing with a yellow fever epidemic in Philadelphia, a girl struggling to survive poverty and sickness, and meeting the proverbial tall, dark stranger who is a member of the Illuminati, and is almost a prototype of Dracula.  In Ormond, Brown talks of the Illuminati achieving control over people without their even knowing it, so they would work for the Illuminati’s agenda unconsciously. I think that’s amazing prescience for an eighteenth century writer.

Then there’s Edgar Huntly, dealing with sleepwalkers, Indians on the loose, a mysterious cave, and our young hero discovering he is a sleepwalker, and he kills then eats a panther, just in time to take on the Injuns. Read it and you’ll see how Cooper ripped off Edgar Huntly for The Last of the Mohicans. I was a finalist in a local screenwriting contest, and people liked the story, although the winner of the contest was...what else? A zombie movie.

Another screenplay of mine entered in a state contest for Missouri stories won me a three day fellowship, which was nice and we three finalists met with Bob Gale (Back to the Future), Phillip LeZebnick (Mulan), and Sandra McClearland, a writer on Touched By An Angel. I enjoy writing screenplays, but know it’s damned hard to get one made, and also that my chances are slim of favoring the tribe in L.A.

As one producer, Lawrence Bender, said to a director: "you are about to make your Bar Mitzvah movie. You are effectively going to be let into the tribe."  That lets you know what little chance an outsider has. After all, the screenwriting directions MOS, meaning silence, are short for 'Mit out sound,' showing the Jew influence.

I do, however, want to write a screenplay about you. In my story, a Jewish hotshot director pisses off Hymiewood. He somehow gets locked out, and to get even, he decides to join a neo-Nazi group, build them up, and give it back to Hollywood. He’s disappointed in all the Goat dancers until he meets an HAC figure, and together they form a national movement, taking an NA like group with a few hundred members into a party of 300,000. Then Hymiewood and DC decide it’s time to call that strange little man who lives alone, waiting for that phone call. Our Jew has to decide whether to sell out this movement or be heroic.

I see it as a comedy.

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You say a lot of people who write you are depressed and unhappy. I’m certainly not. I enjoy life, and think that, despite all the problems and aspects of it we complain about, it has been a wonderful place to grow up, both for you and me. As a security guard (the last job allowed white males, you said in Dreaming The Iron Dream), I’ve enjoyed viewing society, been able to keep my independence, and also it gives me  a lot of time to write, which really is what I’m about, as are you. I know you’ve mentioned how difficult your family was, (Fire and Rain was only the tip of the iceberg, I suspect), and mine wasn’t like that. My mother was an alcoholic, but she overcame it and recovered to enjoy her life and make a contribution. My father, although formal (as a lot of dads were then...I dread all this hugging nowadays), was someone I respected. He was a state trooper, and when he quit, applied to become a U.S. Marshal (when you spoke of them in a podcast a few months ago, I was reminded of this), and they had to choose between him and a black guy. They took the black, but Dad moved on, worked in a funeral home, and did very well. In fact, he was one of the first men in St. Louis to argue for a paramedic system of ambulances instead of the clusterfuck way of having funeral homes do the ambulance work. He always had dignity and authority.

In many ways I listen to you because you sound like my father. His voice was as deep as yours, with almost the same intonations and pauses, as well as expressions, except he didn’t speak in a North Carolina accent.  In the army I met a Tarheel who gave me a good-natured lecture on the difference between North and South Carolina, to the Palmetto’s disadvantage. So I’ve felt a long kinship with you ever since you sent me Dreaming The Iron Dream and The Stars in Their Path. I’d say I have many similar feelings about reincarnation you have (and I enjoyed your quotation of Job 14:14 you enclosed in the book you sent me in 2005), and would like to relate a spiritual experience I had pertaining to that, but it will be for another time.

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Harold, you don’t have to reply. I know you’re busy, and this is just another long letter you always get, but I had to write to you, and send you some money. You’re going to need it in the coming months, and I wish you the best.

I remember an article the journalist Paul Johnson wrote about the eighties, and he referred to a painting by the Victorian Hunt called The Awakening, where a ‘fallen’ woman hears an old song and suddenly revives and is ready to give up her present life for a better one. That moment needs to come to so many white people, and the NWF is doing something. Like you keep saying, the only group doing anything.

Again, you don’t have to write back. I know you, and there’s no need to say how you agree or disagree. You have enough work to do. But I will send you 120.00 a year.