My name is Harold Covington, and this is the second in a
series of audio commentaries which I have entitled the Ghost Dance.
I think I loaded Part One up with enough ritual disclaimers
about how I’m not advocating but observing, to keep my ass covered by what
tattered and threadbare shreds remain of the Constitutional freedom of thought
and conscience, but we’ll see how that plays out. Hopefully the recent spate of
for-real Islamic terror attacks in this country will mean the secret police and
U.S. Attorneys have better things to do than listen to my podcasts seeking to
do me harm because my mind is not properly under control.
I chose that name after a superstition that the American
Indians of the late 19th century had that they could perform a huge act of
ritual magic, a mighty Ghost Dance around hundreds of fires, that would summon
the spirits of their mighty warrior ancestors and magically bring them back to
life, when they would return to earth full armed and fight the White man and
destroy him in order to save their sickly and demoralized remnant.
In the same way, we White people today are facing an
existential threat of genocidal extermination, largely through the abolition of
national borders and uncontrolled immigration but also culturally,
economically, and politically at the hands of Jews such as George Soros and
depraved monsters such as Hillary Clinton. Like the Indians, we are responding to
this imminent threat with our own version of the Ghost Dance, where we resist
the physical invasion of our ancestral homelands in Europe
and North America with words but not physical action of
any kind, legal or otherwise. By posting pictures of guns and Vikings and
historic emblems to the internet, as if millions of black and brown bodies can
be repelled and returned whence they came with pictures.
In doing so, we too are summoning the spirits of our warrior
ancestors, in the case of the Third Reich ancestors just barely out of living
memory, to do our fighting for us, so that we ourselves will not have to
undergo the terror and fury and the danger of actual combat against enemies who
want us dead and who might hurt us and interfere with our pleasures in life.
We do this in our weakness and our fear, so that we can pass
off this terrible historic task of defending our homes and our children and our
very existence with all the risk, inconvenience, and physical effort that
entails, onto somebody else. Anyone else.
We desperately, passionately long for a Man On A White Horse
to ride to our rescue, possibly with an affinity of White heroes behind him,
and do for us all the heavy lifting and the wet work that has now become the
only way in which this horrible mess can be fixed.
Right now as I speak these words, the someone we have chosen
to mount on that White Horse is Donald J. Trump, and the fact that Trump is the
best we have been able to come up with speaks more volumes about the degree to
which the White man has degraded and deteriorated than I ever could. I’ll not
speak of Trump today because this is still late September, and events have yet
to unfold; in less than 50 days we will know how that’s going to turn out.
I have made it clear that aside from deep reservations about
his character and his intentions, I have only limited expectations of electoral
success for Mr. Trump, and in any event it is a matter of urgency that we
prepare ourselves spiritually for what will come, one way or another—for the
time when we really, really have to stop screwing around and do something about
all this. Either Trump will lose or be murdered and a ravening Hildebeest will
descend on the White House screeching like a harpie for revenge against all who
have displeased her, which now includes the alt.right, or else Trump will win
and that in turn will bring on its own form of crisis. Either way it’s getting
closer and closer us every day.
We who have been in the White Nationalist movement for a
long time are acutely aware that our problem has never been the Jews or the niggers
or the queers or immigration or the Federal Reserve or George Soros or the
media or the yea-saying leeches in Congress, or even the government itself.
All these evils have occurred or been inflicted on us
because we have allowed it. The problem is us, White people, both men and
women, who have become weak, cowardly, lazy as sin, sluggish in thought and
living, confused and infantile. White men and women have equally fallen prey to
the Judaic rot of the past hundred years, although in different ways, and both
White males and females are now pretty much broken and useless.
Although not all. There are enough exceptions or potential
exceptions to this, so that it would still be possible to create a fighting
Party of White Revolution like great-grand-dad used to make and reverse the
destruction of our people. Indeed, one of the most tragic and grief-inspiring
bits of knowledge that we who are racially conscious live with, is the
awareness of the fact that up until the eleventh hour, the 59th minute, and the
59th second it will still be possible for White people to pull this horror out
of the fire and save ourselves.
We are Aryans. We can accomplish anything we as a people
decide we want to do. It is not a matter of whether we can win; that has always
been on the cards. It is a question of whether we will win. Whether we will
make the effort to win.
I lose sleep at night worrying that we might decide it’s not
worth the effort and we would prefer a few more video games and twelve-packs. I
very much fear that one day we will perish from the face of the earth, and if
extinct species have such things as cosmic headstones, then ours will read,
“Here lies the White Race. They just couldn’t be bothered.” Or perhaps, “Here
lies the White Race. They preferred the beer.”
Right now we have on the table one plan for survival, the
Northwest Imperative. It’s a good plan, it’s do-able, and with a little care
and deftness of application it can be done without reducing us all to Mad Max
chaos. I’ve spent the past 16 years laying out that program, and if just the
people who are listening to my voice now would give me what I need, i.e. a
small amount of money each and your own physical presence here in the Homeland,
assuming we grow up and tackle this problem like serious adults we could
probably have our own free and independent country in five to ten years,
although there are a lot of variables there. That’s about how long it took most
African and Asian colonies to separate from European colonial powers once a bona
fide liberation movement started.
We could most of us live to see the true Brave New World.
But I can’t get any of you interested. Why the hell not? Everything we need by
way of preparation is done already, just waiting on the bucks and the bodies.
The time has come to take this idea out of the realm of words and into the
world of deeds, and that’s where we always, always fall down, when the time
comes to stop talking and stop tapping and start moving down the road at a
speed of knots.
To paraphrase an old movie I saw once, “The White Race is
going to disappear from the earth. It is going to fall into a chasm; the chasm
between what is said and what is done.”
Why? For the umpteen thousandth time I ask myself, what in
the name of God is wrong with us? How is it possible for us to live like this,
every day witnessing deeds and events that sicken our very souls and whose
meaning and implications at least some of us fully comprehend, and yet we do nothing?
Please believe that I would overcome that obstacle for you,
if I could. But I can’t. There is no Man On A White Horse. There will be no
Mother Ship descending to load us all on board and take us all away to a new
home in the sun. It doesn’t work like that. You, yes, you have to play the
game, you have to play to win, and you have to put something on the table. I
must somehow find the words to smash down the walls that have been built in
your mind and in your soul, and persuade you to do it yourselves.
Right, where do I begin? Well, let’s begin with saying that
by the very fact that you are listening to this podcast at all, you are
salvageable. If you were a hopeless case you really would be living in the
stereotype Wayne’s World of Obama’s Amurrica where Whiteboys are supposed to be
living, and you’d be sitting in your Mom’s basement or working your shitjob for
60 hours a week and living on Domino’s Pizza and internet porn and maybe one or
two silly hobbies like Pokemon hunting or whatever it is, and you wouldn’t even
know the Party exists.
There are millions of our people out there who do not know
that the Party or the Northwest Imperative exist, and somehow we have got to
change that, but you have taken the first step. You got here and you’re
listening. We can build on that.
Have you ever heard the expression from an old television
show, “There are seven million stories in the Naked
City?” Well, there are two hundred
million stories in White America. Each one is different and many of them are
tragic and horrifying. I know because I’ve gone through some of them myself.
Whether you’re young or middle-aged or old, I have a pretty good idea of what
you’re going through because I guarantee I have myself either experienced or
watched others go through some form of it.
Most of you are still at least trying to make it in this
cesspool called Amurrica. You’re trying to play by the rules, but more and more
you’re getting sick of it, because you have now reached a sufficient level of
knowledge so that you know Amurrica has nothing for you and it ain’t gonna get
any better. Not ever.
Unless, of course, we forcibly compel the people who control
the world to stop doing what they’re doing. When I speak of direct action,
that’s what I’m talking about. Not necessarily violence and things going boom
in the night. I’m saying that in some way or other, we have to make them stop
and make sure they can’t ever do it to us again. The only way to do that is to
create our own sovereign and independent nation here in North
America as a Homeland for all White people the world over, so that
the White man will have someplace to go. Right now there’s nowhere.
20 years ago when the internet first appeared, we in the
White Nationalist movement were over the moon because we thought at long last
here is a weapon we can use against them, something that will level the playing
field media and propaganda-wise, something that will make them stop doing these
horrible things they’re doing like forcing Hillary Clinton on us. 20 years
later we still entertain that notion, that somehow we can tap tap tap our woes
away on a keyboard or use our thumbs on the screen of a smart phone. But we’re
Don’t get me wrong, web sites and blogs and Twitter and
Facebook have proven invaluable, but they’re just not enough. This cannot be done on the internet alone. In
order to make them stop, actual people have to really do things, out in the
real world. Things that involve risk and inconvenience. I’m sorry, guys, there
just isn’t any way around it. Not the internet or any other way, and you can’t
just sit there like you’ve been doing and wait for somebody else to do it.
Let’s get back to you guys who are listening to me now. I
say again, you’re salvageable because you now know what the solution is. The
Northwest Imperative and a free White Homeland in our own land. It’s just a
matter of me somehow persuading you actually to do it.
You know what I want from you. Nothing illegal or physically
dangerous as yet, just two legal forms of activism, the payment of a small
amount of money on a regular basis which you can easily afford, and you
personal Homecoming to make your life here in the land where God and destiny
decree you need to be, which involves some initial inconvenience, to be sure,
but which is personally beneficial in the long run because it gets you away
from the teeming hordes of baboons who want to sink their teeth into your
So, Whiteboy, how’s life treating you in this year of our
Lord 2016? Is Obama’s Amurrica living up to its promise? How much money do you
still owe on your student loan? What kind of shambles, what kind of train wreck
has your life turned into due to some aspect of the putrid cadaver whose
intestines we inhabit?
Let’s assume you’re not among the 95 million and you
actually have a job. Congratulatons. How do you like the 60-hour Obama work
week? That’s pretty much normal for White working people these days, either
mandatory overtime, or overtime you have to have if you’re going to put any weight
at all on that paycheck enough to pay your rent or your mortgage or keep your car
on the road.
Or else you effectively work 60 hours a week because of the daily
travel time necessary to get to work and home again, because there’s no safe or
affordable housing near your job. The areas around your workplace are either
full of six-figure yuppies and élitists, because you’ve been gentrified out of
the place where you were born, like San Francisco and my own home town of
Chapel Hill, North Carolina, or else the locale around your place of employment
is full of violent, drug-sodden niggers or sullen gabbling foreigners. Public
transportation is either absent or too unsafe to use, and you have get up at
five in the morning to drive ninety minutes each way through murderous traffic,
possible on a jam-packed freeway filled with the cars of other White people who
don’t dare take the train into town because they will be assaulted or otherwise
victimized by people with dark skins.
Assuming you are able to hang on to this job of yours for
any length of time, and that’s a big assumption, I’m sure you’re looking
forward to living like this for years and never seeing your family by daylight
during the winter months.
Ah, but what family? Do you have one? How old are you? 23?
28? 32? Have you been able to start one yet? Have you been able to start your
life yet? Or are you still delivering pizzas and working temporary construction
jobs or doing white collar office temping?
If you’re one of the lucky ones who is allowed any contact
at all with women of our own race, you have a feminist girl friend who grew up
on Oprah and Buffy the Vampire Slayer, whom you allow to boss you around and
dominate the relationship because that’s what liberal society has conditioned
you to do, in exchange for occasional, mostly unsatisfactory sex. Bet that does
wonders for your self-esteem, but oh, wait for divorce time!
If you were unlucky you will at some point have married said bimbo and she has either
taken your children and stripped you clean like a piranha through her attorney,
or else she’s about to do so, and you’re not legally allowed to visit your own
home any more, so you’re living in a furnished one-bedroom with peeling
wallpaper and trying to survive on the $60 a week left over from your paycheck
after you finish paying for the home and family you’ll never see again. In
other words, you are living the American White male experience in all its grungey glory.
Or some other variation thereon. Maybe you’re the wicked racist
brother who got stuck in the home town, delegated by the rest of the family to
care for the old folks because your liberal yuppie siblings and cousins conformed
to the liberal progressive ideal and made contacts with the ruling Democratic
party for government jobs.
While you resisted in some way, and therefore they have real
lives with all the nice things and good stuff and can’t be bothered, but you
lost your job and can’t get another one because you had some stupid childish
brush with the goddamned law, probably doing something that wasn’t even a crime
50 years ago, or because you said nigger once and got blacklisted from
employment so you have no chance of ever making it, and really deserve to be
punished for your entire life but the others pay you to take care of Mom and/or
Dad so they don’t have to put themselves out.
Yeah, I’ve heard that one. More than once. As you folks may
gather, these examples I’m giving you are taken from life and many, many years
of experiencing what it’s like trying to make it in a politically correct
society with a pale skin and convex genitalia, where you have to always hide
and suppress who and what you are, where you have watch every word and facial
expression. In Orwell’s 1984 there was even a word for it: facecrime.
And for the record let me say that yes, I know-- it’s just
as bad for young women these days. There was a brief time from the 70s to the
90s when younger White women had a little bit of an affirmative action edge,
although in most of the places I temped they went for affirmative action
twofers, black or brown women, but by now
ageing White girls are being pushed out of what privileged position they once
had by LGBTs and women of color, as they are termed. The bitches in the pants
suits who run most corporate offices and federal bureaucracies and have a lock
on the White collar job market, you’ll notice, are more of the Hildebeest’s
generation, and the younger they get the darker they get.
And I need to mention that my own experience is highly
limited and actually rather genteel, all things considered. Once or twice down
through the years I was down to hefting and toting and donating plasma, but not
too often. I admit that the times when I was thrown onto my uppers and was
literally all alone on my own were very few and far between; I almost always
had the Movement in some form for at least a partial support system. There were
a few times when I was all alone, like you are, and they were terrifying. I
cannot imagine what it would be like to be thrown into the world of 2016 at any
age and compelled to survive all alone. I’m not sure it could be done without
turning to drug dealing or prostitution or crime of some sort.
Okay, I’m kind of rambling, and I could go on like this for
many hours, but what I want to convey to you guys listening to me is that I
know what you’re going through, either because I have been through some form of
it myself, or because I know someone who has. You people out there who are
middle-aged and elderly, you know what I’m talking about.
Now, guys, what you need to understand is that it’s not
going to get any better. It is going to get worse as the economy deteriorates,
as the effects of open borders get worse and we are literally swamped and
overrun with millions of illiterate dark-skinned foreigners who don’t speak
English but who devour our remaining wealth and substance like locusts,
stripping this country and Europe bare down to the bones in great migrations
such as haven’t been seen since the Bronze Age. America’s
promise is a lie that is still being fed to you in order to keep you working
and keep you quiet.
Why in the name of God do you continue to do nothing, not
the two simple and legal things I ask of you, not anything else? Why in the
name of all that is holy do you continue to respond to the living hell in which
you exist by posting pictures of guns and Vikings and Confederate flags to the
internet and doing not one single physical act in the real world to save
This is the key to White survival and to the crucial issue
of White character, first to understand why you are doing nothing, and then to
correct whatever it is that is wrong in your mind, uninstall whatever crap is
there and return you to your great-grandfather’s earlier version of mental and
spiritual software, White Man V. 2.0 or whatever.
I know that
it’s not a good idea to generalize too much and like I said, there’s 200
million stories in White America. Every one of you is an individual and you
have your own reasons for continuing to sit there and do nothing at all to save
yourselves and your loved ones, but I think there are three primary causal
psychological and metaphysical factors for this general paralysis of the will,
plus about a dozen more minor ones, and every individual case of paralysis is
going to be a combination of one of more of these reasons.
there is what Comrade Don refers to as “learned helplessness,” which is a term
I like because it de-emphasizes plain and simple cowardice. Let’s talk about
that for a while.
Don’t get me wrong, we can’t get away from using the C word.
Cowardice is definitely a major part of the problem among White males, but I’ve
never liked applying it in some form like, “Ah Whiteboys won’t do nothing
because they’re all chickenshit cowards.” Certainly some of it really is
cowardice, a very well-grounded fear of physical punishment and outright
physical assault, especially where niggers are concerned. But tt’s not that
Really, it isn’t. I get called a coward all the time by
internet trolls because I allegedly incite to violence in my Northwest novels
and then I don’t strap on an explosive suicide vest or pick up a gun and go out
and pull some kind of idiotic Dylann Roof-style stunt to show that I practice
what I preach.
In the first place, anyone who thinks that has clearly
missed the message I was trying to convey in my novels. They weren’t about
revolution, they were about character, which of course is the key to the whole
solution. In those books I am not attempting to tell White people what they
should do; I am showing them who they should be.
In the second place, this isn’t about me. My goal is not to
show the world what a macho bird-brain I am; my objective is to change the
world. If I could secure the existence of our people and a future for White
children in some single act that would also involve my own destruction I would
do so without hesitation, which you may believe or not as you choose, but the
world doesn’t work like that. There are a lot of people down through history
like Robert the Bruce and Simon Bolivar and Joan of Arc who are referred to as
liberators, but one person doesn’t liberate a nation; only the people acting in
concert can do that.
I am normally not a
fan of shades of gray or nuance, but in this case some nuance is called for.
The Spaniards have a saying: “He was a brave man that day.”
Implying that on other days he wasn’t. History is replete with military
examples of regiments or whole armies who stood like rocks and defeated vastly
superior opposing armies on some occasions, and threw down their weapons and
ran on others.
Physical courage has always been the most common of all virtues
in the men of our race, and most of the women, but it has never been an
either-or proposition. It’s not like being pregnant or being dead, either you
is or you ain’t. Courage is always contextual, and there is the well-known but
sometimes less appreciated difference between being brave and being stupid or
nuts, plus the historically sound saying that “He who fights and runs away,
lives to fight another day.”
There are many different kinds of courage. Charging a
machine gun nest or running into a burning building to rescue trapped people or
facing down a mob is one kind, but there is also moral courage, the courage of
one’s convictions, the determination to do what is right in the face of imminent
torture and death, of which our race produces countless examples. That is
frankly the kind of courage which Whiteboys need right now rather than the more
There is the courage of love, the courage to undergo all
kinds of ordeals and hardships and to remain silent in the face of threats and
torture from the tyrant’s law in order to shield others. Ditto.
One of the most poignant examples of this in our history was
a man named Giles Corey, whom no one has ever heard of. He was 81 years of age.
In 1692 in Salem, Massachusetts
he was charged with witchcraft by a bunch of hysterical girls, and dragged up
in front of the infamous tribunal and ordered to plead to the charge. Corey
knew full well that in the poisoned atmosphere of the Salem
trials he had no chance at all of acquittal, and that on conviction all of his
property would be seized by the government.
But by a peculiarity of the law, if he never entered a plea
he couldn’t stand trial and be convicted, and so his land and wealth would then
go to his children. There was a catch; in order to force him to enter a plea or
guilty or not guilty, the court had the power to order him laid out on a stone
floor with a door on top of him and huge stones were then laid on the door to
crush him until he gave up and gasped out a plea.
But Corey was a stubborn old man, and as the court’s
hoodlums with badges piled the stones on top of the planks all he would say
was, “More weight.” Until he died. Giles
Corey voluntarily gave up his own life rather than allow the FBI and Obama of
the time to rob him and his family of all they had. He died, and his children
inherited his land and his property rather than some corrupt colonial
bureaucrat in Boston. So as you can
see, courage comes in many forms among our people.
true that a lot of us do nothing to make these genocidal monsters in power stop
killing us, because we’re just plain chickenshit scared, because never in our
coddled White middle class lives have we been called upon to display physical courage
against other men or against nature. Most Whiteboys today grew up with a
Nintendo Gameboy in their hands and if they did play any contact sports as
children it was the mild liberal kind where everything was super padded and
there was no competition, because at the end of the game there were no winners
or losers and everybody got a prize.
The type of schoolyard scuffles I had when I was growing up
are largely unknown today because punching some kid out on the playground now leads to police and courts and years of
mandatory child psychology and drug treatment for aggression and all kinds of
cack like that. The majority of modern Whiteboys were certainly never spanked
or belted during their childhood, no matter how much they may have needed it;
in most states it’s now illegal for parents to do so.
Yes, we now live in a society where to some degree parents
are afraid of their own children, knowing they can go to prison and be stripped
of everything they have if they take a belt to some little boy’s bottom for
setting the cat on fire or something of the kind. Daddy is supposed to take out
his checkbook and not his belt and pay ten thousand dollars for child
psychologists and counseling when that happens.
The result is most White males under about the age of 40 or
so have most likely never received a physical blow in their lives, and so when
some gigantic muscle-bound nigger starts mau-mauing and raising his fist, they
Yes, I know, there are a lot of exceptions to all this, and
even when the liberal poison is part of childhood it happens in varying levels
and with varying degrees of effect on the individual child. Again I say, I know
there’s 200 million stories out there and each one is different. But all too
often this kind of poop is a factor.
I have repeatedly cited down through the years the clear and
obvious fact that some White males can be physically courageous, personally
hardy and physically violent and indeed make their livings doing so. Military,
police, firefighters, athletes, boxers and wrestlers and football players,
skydivers and extreme sports players, the overall majority of them White
despite it all. But again I have to emphasize: only with a permission slip from
our lords and masters—an officially issued weapon in the case of a soldier, a
badge in the case of a cop, or else an unspoken permission slip for some of the
others in the form of social approval and herd acceptance.
This is the second aspect of learned helplessness which
prevents White males from revolting against the genocidal régimes that are
killing us—the loss of what I suppose might be called the alpha gene. The fact
is that the overwhelming majority of Whiteboys in this day and age are beta
How much of this fact is due to several generations of social
engineering and Judaic brainwashing and how much of it is physiological and
genetic in nature I won’t speculate.
It certainly didn’t help that twice in the past hundred
years the White race immolated millions of the very fittest and best of our
young men in two pointless world wars which were in fact largely civil wars
between genetic brothers.
Nor has 50 years of the present toxic and chemical-laced
American diet helped; basically most Americans these days eat processed crap,
and our bodies are weakened and poisoned thereby, which is compounded by lack
of exercise, obesity, and massive doses of all kinds of prescription drugs all
our lives. They say that a healthy body makes a healthy mind; well, an
unhealthy body makes Homer Simpson and Peter Griffin.
I am sure it hasn’t escaped you guys’ notice that by now
most Americans of both genders are at least a little bit tetched in the head. Not
necessarily raving mad or delusional, but just a little flakey. How much of
that is from the chemical contaminations in their diet and their environment
and how much of that is from the spiritual, mental and emotional perversions of
thought and breaches of human decency which constitute our education and culture
and media environment? Hard to say.
Suffice it to say that what I and a lot of others refer to
as the alpha gene, the five percenter gene, is largely lost among White males,
or at least it’s gone dormant and been suppressed so deeply to the point where
it almost never makes an appearance in individuals without a permission slip, the
permission slip that from someone in the world of authority, establishment, or
celebrity that American Whiteboys must now be given before they can or will do
anything even remotely rambunctious.
And at the risk of once more being dragged into discussing
what I swore I wasn’t going to discuss here this time, I must yet again point
out that the most significant thing about Donald Trump is that his emergence
from the world of reality TV and celebrity, will in the confused and compressed
minds of many White people give him the moral authority to write a permission
slip for Whiteboys to show brave again, if he should choose to exercise that
Be that as it may, White males have now become herd animals
who do not function well at all when we are cut off and isolated from the herd.
The great African explorer Sir Richard Burton—not the actor—was once asked how
many men would be capable of leading an expedition if he himself were killed or
incapacitated and he replied “Five per cent, precisely.”
That’s become the generally accepted figure among
psychologists for the number of people, almost all of them men, who have what
it takes to lead, to go first. This has a direct bearing on why we are doing
nothing except posting pictures to the internet as our species is slowly
destroyed and removed from existence, because in essence, that’s what we’re
We all know what has to be done, we’ve known for years what
has to be done, and we’re all shuffling our feet and looking around and waiting
for someone else to go first. Someone else to call down the wrath of the power
structure and its armed men, its FBI thugs and prison cells onto himself, and
see that person or persons get away with it. Or something that can be spun as
getting away with it. I call this White pathology “Waiting for Godot,” after
the weird Samuel Beckett play.
It was noticed that during the Korean War not one single
American soldier escaped from prisoner of war camps. This is because the North
Koreans in those camps very carefully observed incoming drafts of prisoners,
identified those men among them who were holding things together and who were
clearly respected and listened to by the others—not always officers—and
isolated those prisoners from the bulk of the camp population.
The result was not any reduction in the desire of the
soldiers to escape from those camps, which were really wretched like all such
Communist facilities, but they just could never seem to get their act together.
They kept waiting for someone else to come up with a plan for escape, and when
someone did they would sit around and talk and talk about it but never do much
if anything involving actual physical, bodily motion to implement that plan.
Starting to sound familiar?
That’s what’s been done to our entire race, in a manner of
speaking. We have had anyone who might go first, who might lead, cut off an
isolated from us, sometimes by prison and death as in the case of Edgar Steele
and Bill White and David Lane, but also like what has been done to myself and
others, cut off from the audience we need to be reaching through the simple
vastness and overpowering content of the interest, with a little manipulation
from deliberate trolls and other intervention, or just plain short attention
span and apathy.
I have worked for almost five months now to obtain a Twitter
following of 744 people as of tonight. Donald Trump has 11.7 million. Every
time he takes out his phone and types a message, 11.7 million people read it.
Hillary Clinton has 8.99 million. I’m not here to talk about the internet, but
I have to point out that it can be done if I can just get some help from you
For years, hell, generations, the White Nationalist movement
and I am convinced to some degree the White population generally has been
waiting for someone else to go first, preferably having obtained a permission
slip of some sort, from someone or somewhere. One from Trump will do; we’ll see
what happens when he’s cheated out of the White House on November 8th.
But if White people are to revolt, they must see a finished
product, they must see something material that at least hints at or implies the
presence of money, and they must see a herd, a crowd that they can hide in so
that the bad men won’t see their faces and they can disclaim responsibility.
There probably must be a leader figure whose face they can see and who will
ride up front on the white horse waving his saber around in the air.
That makes me twitchy, because the Fearless Leaders we’ve
been coming up with since Commander Rockwell died basically ain’t so hot,
including me. My hopes for a collective leadership of the kind we had during
the first American Revolution, an assembly of men of unparalleled talent,
ability, and devotion to an ideal, is probably not going to be realized. American
White males can still be brave and they can be good soldiers and hard workers
for the 14 Words, but it will be the courage of beta males.
There is no doubt in my mind, none at all, that if somehow I
were able to wave a magic wand and create the world of The Brigade or A Mighty
Fortress, and conjure the Northwest Volunteer Army Zack Hatfield, Nightshade
and all up from the earth as so many of you seem to feel I can do, and that NVA
were to start actually dropping black and brown bodies and making things go
boom in the night---then we would have more volunteers for the NVA than we could
shake a stick at. But if and when any such thing ever happens, someone is going
to have to go first. Oh, and survive the first year. Survive the first year and
you’ll eventually win, but that’s a whole ‘nother discussion.
The third reason we Whiteboys sit and do nothing is yet
another character flaw which has been carefully socially engineered into us
over the past few generations by the Jews and the mentally ill monsters who
rule us: a deep and consuming narcissism, wholly materialistic and completely
lacking in altruism or idealism, which has developed among many of us into an
almost psychopathic inability to empathize with others of our own race, to
place the common good above our own pleasures.
Again, virtues that used to be among the most common
components of the White racial character have been deliberately degraded and
almost eliminated by a hundred years of Jewish brainwashing and bullying.
We are not only selfish but greedy as little pigs. We want
it all, we want it either free or very cheap, and we want it now now now! We’re
raised that way from birth. In our youth and middle age, Amurrican life
promises much to Whiteboys if we will play by the rules, keep quiet, not rock
the boat, and above all work work work to keep the system afloat and more or
less functioning for another year.
It’s true that due to the inherent incompetence of
attempting to combine socialism with capitalism, entirely too many of us are
ending up as underemployed basement dwellers who live online, but remember that
many more of us do get jobs out in the real world, jobs as engineers and
mechanics and repairmen and techno-geeks who keep the rich man’s toys running
and fix them when they break, cops and soldiers and security guys who make sure
that the rich people can enjoy their own vast wealth in safety, genuine
administrators who keep the paper flowing through Amurrica’s hardened arteries,
for which we are promised a few cuts off the end in exchange.
American Whiteboys are promised Aladdin’s Cave in the way of
material goods and personal, sensual, and sexual gratification with women who
don’t exist outside of an electronic screen, a massive cornucopia of wealth and
glittering toys. There is a saying I used to see hung on those cute little
motivational placards that decorate many workplaces: “Life is a game, and he
who dies with the most toys wins.” There you have the credo of liberal
democracy in America
and Europe. A huge number of White people in this
country, probably the majority of them, believe exactly that.
You have to have lived elsewhere in the world, as I have,
fully to appreciate just how incredibly wealthy America
is and how high the standard of living is here, compared to almost any other place
on earth, including most parts of Europe.
Of course, that promise of endless wealth and sensual
gratification is never fulfilled, and in the Age of Obama hardly at all, which
generates years of frustration and baffled rage on the part of Whiteboys, who
find themselves lumbered with $50,000 in student loan debt and delivering
pizzas out of Mom’s basement in their early 30s, or who like I just said do get
jobs but never get any more ahead.
Like rats turning a wheel in a cage they find themselves
working 60 hours per week at $12 or $14 an hour doing something that props up
the system and keeps the super-wealthy liberals and government workers safe and
functioning. In their 30s, when they should be living in a house and the next
generation of White grandchildren should be coming along to be raised by a
stay-at-home wife, these guys are driving through rush hour traffic for an hour
to get to their shitjob and trying to make the rent on some damned crackerbox
You would think that the healthy reaction to this kind of
oppression and denial of our human potential would be some form of opposition and
resistance, but no. Generally, our response is to cling to what material goods
we have been able to accumulate like grim death. We become insecure pack rats
who are afraid that the Bad Men in the black body armor are going to come and take
away our stuff, because that’s all we have in the world.
We look around Obama’s Amurrica and we see that the only way
out is to buy our way out with money, and so we hoard it like the dragon Smaug
hoards his gold. (Uh, you guys do still get Lord of the Rings references, don’t
you? Or is that obsolete now as well?) Anyway, that is the lesson we all absorb
from childhood. Money money money stuff stuff stuff. There are a few people in the world who are
important, family members, maybe a friend or two, and screw the rest of you.
And when we take that attitude, the Jew smiles. His work is well done.
Obama’s Amurrica kicks Whiteboys to the ground and pisses on
them, but still we keep on chasing that dream of luxury, of high-tech toys,
mindless sex without consequences. The television gives us assorted visions of
a future that simply isn’t realistic for anyone outside the one percent, often
tailored to our particular desires.
For White boys America
promises an endless adolescence free of worry or responsibility, of
never-ending frat party keggers and driving around in a van with a hot chick
solving mysteries, or whatever your particular tailored fantasy is.
For girls—and I cannot overemphasize that White women have
been just as viciously and evilly betrayed by political correctness as men—it
promises kind of the same thing, only they will always be slim and hot, even if
they never were, and they’ll have major kung fu and martial arts skills so they
can beat up all the men in their lives who piss them off, like Buffy, and they
will be quote-unquote “empowered” which means they’ll tell all those boys who
were so mean to them in high school what to do, and they’ll all grow up to be
Hillary Clinton and adopt lovely little African orphan babies and prove to the
world that liberalism works.
The problem is, of course, that it doesn’t.
Growing up White in liberal democratic Amurrica is a recipe
for personal and psychological, mental and emotional catastrophe. After several
generations, I think all of us know this, but all that promised money and
adventure and fame and self-esteem is as addictive as any drug and we keep
I really don’t have the time to psychoanalyze everything
that is wrong in Whiteboys’ heads here; there are whole books that have been
written about that and no doubt more will be written in the future, but of all
our many weaknesses of character this one probably stands out the most. It’s
all about me me me me me.
Look, I am sorry to reduce a very complex and serious moral
problem to mere money, but isn’t that what we’re all doing here? When I say
that most of us, rather than donate ten dollars a month to the Northwest Front,
would rather have the beer, I mean that literally. Given the choice of helping
to secure the existence of our people and a future for White children on one
hand, and hearing that lovely little crack and hiss as one pops the top and
feeling that frothy hops taste on your tongue and pouring down your throat—yes,
I used to be a drinker many years ago—given that choice, thousands of us and
probably millions of us really do prefer the beer, and will not give it up even
to build something that might give us a chance to survive and escape this
Instead we choose to spend that ten bucks on alcohol so we
can kill the pain for a couple of hours and then wake up to the same evil
world, with a hangover. What the hell can you do with people like that?
Okay, do you see what I’m doing here? I’m falling back on
decades of old rite-wing habit and I am expending all my time in endless
analysis and re-hashing and re-capping of the problem, without a word about the
solution. That is one of the two pablums of the traditional White right, the
two things we do instead of actually resisting. The first is that old hardy
perennial, news commentary, and the second is endless repeating and re-hashing
of the problem with only the vaguest hints at the solution, which is generally
known and accepted but which cannot be spoken out loud. The political
leadership and general run of bad actors in this society need to be
dis-incentivized. They need to be compelled to stop doing what they’re doing.
They need to be forced to hear and accept the word no.
This is the crux of this whole Ghost Dance thingummy: we all
know what the solution is. I can tell you, because I remember: for 50 years we
have all known what the solution is, and we have lived with the shame of
understanding that we ourselves will never have the strength of will or the
sheer physical courage to do it.
No one likes to come to grips with the fact that in the
final analysis he’s just a useless, cowardly piece of shit too afraid of the
roaring bullies with the badges to stand up and be a man and fight for freedom
and justice and all that is right. We see that on TV and on the movies all the
time; in real life it’s almost unknown in White males and has been for three
I think that’s one reason for all the GUBU and the Space
Madness that has afflicted our wee little Movement for all these years; knowing
that we simply don’t have what it takes and that essentially we’re almost all
of us a bunch of frauds plays hell with our self-esteem and our mental and
Well, that’s what this Goat Dance series is about. At long
last I’m going to address that issue, but out of necessity and I suspect
largely out of sheer force of lifelong habit, I have expended the first two
parts of this series largely analyzing and re-analyzing and going over the
problem for the umpteen thousandth time in my life. I won’t apologize because
when you’re trying to sum up a solution to anything you kind of really do need
to address the problem first, but next time I will finally get down to it and
describe as nearly as I can what’s going to have to happen if there’s still
going to be any people who look like us on earth a hundred years from now.