Saturday, December 03, 2016

The Ghost Dance, Part #3 - Don't Feel, Think

My name is Harold Covington, and this is the third and final of a series of commentaries I have entitled “The Ghost Dance.”

When the American Indians of the late 19th century faced extinction even as White people do today, they believed they could perform a huge act of ritual magic called the Ghost Dance that would raise the spirits of their mighty warrior ancestors from the dead, so they would return to earth and fight the White man and destroy him, as the shattered and demoralized remnants of the plains tribes were no longer able to do. Because dead warriors cannot be restored to life and living enemies cannot be destroyed with magic, the Ghost Dance failed them, as it will fail us.

Today we White people are the ones who are facing an existential threat of genocidal extermination, through the abolition of national borders and uncontrolled immigration, but also culturally, economically, and politically. The incoming Donald Trump presidency will be only a historically brief breather at best, a short Indian summer before the long nuclear winter of our racial extinction. And it may not even be that; it could be that President Trump will completely betray us from day one in office, or it could be that through no fault of his own he simply won’t be able to restore any kind of order at all, and the whole ball of wax just crumbles into pieces.

As wonderful as it has been for the past several weeks watching the liberals shriek and tear their hair and rend their garments, I keep having to remind people that this is a battle won and not the war. The enemy is still intact and on his feet. The reptilian creatures who want us all dead are still out there, circling like sharks, and already they’re planning their return to power. And many of them, government bureaucrats and officials and media swine, never left power at all.

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. We are trying to beat off an existential threat 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. It is inane. And at the rate Twitter is canceling alt.right accounts, we won’t be able to do that for long.

We too are summoning the spirits of our warrior ancestors 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 armed enemies who want us dead and who might hurt us and interfere with our pleasures in life.

Most of you will have already heard the first two parts of this Ghost Dance series, but let’s run down the usual ritual disclaimers first, wherein I try to cover my ass with a fig leaf so everybody can maintain the pretense that I’m not saying what we all know I’m saying. The fact is that we now live in a land where men are sent to prison for words alone, something that was never supposed to happen in America, but there it is. I’m sorry to see the grand old First Amendment go by the board; it used to be the jewel in this country’s crown. Who knows? Maybe under President Trump it will bloom once again.

Anyway, I’m not trying to incite anybody to commit acts of violence in the sense of Dylann Roof type hissy fits. No, really, I mean that. That kind of thing is stupid and suicidal and pointless, because it effects no change at all and usually generates all kinds of bad PR. If you are absolutely determined to destroy yourself, go step in front of a bus.

I’m tempted to add that I’m not trying to incite anybody to break the law, but since what is legal and what is not has now become so hazy and taffy-pulled out of any relationship with reality that law, like everything else, has now entered the entirely subjective and post-factual era and it’s all about the narrative, then there’s not much point in my trying that. Legal and illegal now is no longer a matter of fact or law or truth, it’s whatever some political gangster in a black robe says it is.

I am harmless. My ideas are not. I’m not threatening anybody. I’m threatening everybody. I am threatening to change an entire social order and turn it upside down so that the first shall be last and the last shall be first, as I believe it says somewhere in the Bible, and that’s always a dangerous thing to attempt. I’ll just have to see how that plays out. Okay, are we all clear on that? Are we ready? Then let’s begin.

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One of the most notable features of White Nationalism, the so-called alt.right, whatever the hell you want to call “us”, is that we are constantly discussing, analyzing, stating and re-stating the problem. Almost never is any actual solution to the problem ever mentioned, and even when it is, it’s always in the most vague and tenuous of terms and often in ways that we already understand perfectly well to be ineffective and absurd, ways that have proven that they don’t work. Someone once said that the definition of stupidity is doing the same thing over and over and yet expecting a different result every time. There you have 75 years of White Nationalism encapsulated in a single sentence.

Often we know our so-called “solutions” won’t work because they’re just more of the same-old, same-old. One of my favorites is “networking,” which these days almost always consists of nothing but internet. We’ve all just got to “network” enough and millions of dark-skinned foreigners will simply disappear from the land, and the niggers will go mumbling back to their shacks, and Eisenhower will be back in the White House and Cindy Lou the cheerleader will be back in her bobby sox, we can flop down, pick up the remote, and see what’s on the tube tonight. Or for you younger guys I suppose it would be some idealized memory of the 70s or 80s or 90s, maybe with MTV and Pac-Man.

I used to think White people were just really, really naïve, not to mention dumb as a bag of hammers, but we’re not. I’ve come to the conclusion that virtually every man and woman who becomes involved with us very quickly understands what we should be doing, and when we do, we either turn and flee like a gazelle running from a wolf pack, or else we spend a large part of our political lives in an elaborate tissue of denial because we don’t dare do what we all know we should be doing, and yet we can’t bear to simply sit there like lumps and take the blows that Obama’s America rains down on our heads.

And yeah, Trump or no Trump, this is still Obama’a America and it will be for any foreseeable future. Any idiot can turn an aquarium into fish soup, but it’s damned near impossible to turn the fish soup back into an aquarium, and that’s what Donald Trump will be attempting to do.

The purpose of these three little Ghost Dance talks of mine is to try and bring you to the point where you will take that fearless and searching moral inventory of yourselves I spoke about in Part Two, you will make a rational and informed decision to change, and you will do so. You will deliberately, as a conscious act of will, alter the very kind of man or woman you are. You will transform yourself into someone your great-grandfather would have recognized.

You will then begin to take direct action in order to bring about change. No, that is not a euphemism for violence or insurgent asymmetric warfare against the dictatorship, although that’s certainly one form of direct action.

There are a number of entirely legal ways of taking direct action for change, beginning of course with the act of Homecoming, but all of them involve some degree of inconvenience and personal risk, the inconvenience of changing one’s own lifestyle and routine, the risk of financial loss or contraction, and more significantly, the risk that you will in the course of things be exposed to the public gaze as being different, as being an outsider, not of the Body to use an old Star Trek term. For herd animals like White people have become, that is a terrifying concept.

That’s the first thing you need to grapple with inside your minds: you must come to accept that if you are going to do anything effective that will help bring this horror show to an end, eventually others are going to find out about you. Granted, there are a few people who really do assist this cause from positions of secrecy and concealment. I know some of them. The chances are virtually certain that you’re not one of them, and that for you to be in any way useful and live up to your duty, people will eventually find out who and what you are, and some of them will be bad people who will give you hassle.

One of our many serious problems is that when the majority of people get into contact with us and try to get involved, their first consideration above anything else is to continue to hide. Now, that can be done up to a point, and I myself usually facilitate this as much as possible because the Party is so desperate for help that I have to take whatever I can get, on the conditions it’s offered, and usually those conditions involve allowing and assisting someone to keep on hiding their political and racial deviance from others—spouses, parents, and above all from their employers or whoever gives them money.

Nor is this fear unreasonable; yes, cutting off a White man’s money and taking his stuff is how the dictatorship maintains discipline and the outward conformity and consensus which is so vital to maintaining its power. But things have now reached the point where what we require of you involves a good level of likelihood that other people will find out that your mind is not under control and you’re thinking bad thoughts in your head. Sine of those people will attempt to bully you or intimidate you or do actual harm to you.

So you let it happen. You accept it. You are a soldier and the enemy is going to shoot at you. Comes with the territory. This new man or woman you’re going to transmute yourself into understands that the decision to do something about all this is dangerous, and that there is virtually no chance you are going to emerge unscathed.

You are going to lose things, maybe some of your stuff, maybe money, maybe friends, maybe a spouse or sex partner. Maybe a wife and children, like I did, just so you know that I am not just blathering here and I know personally whereof I speak.

And you accept it, like our forefathers did. Some of you will have come across a famous essay entitled The Price They Paid. I will read you a brief excerpt:

“Have you ever wondered what happened to the 56 men who signed the Declaration of Independence? What fates befell them for daring to put their names to that document? Five signers were captured by the British as traitors and tortured before they died. Twelve had their homes ransacked and burned. Two lost their sons serving in the Revolutionary Army, another had two sons captured. Nine of the 56 fought and died from wounds or hardships of the Revolutionary War.”

I won’t go on and read the rest of the essay, you can find it on the internet, but you get the idea. You guys have to get rid of this entitled White middle-class idea that it is possible to play without pay, that you can enjoy the thrills and the chills and the spills and the excitement of the game and yet never put anything on the table. TANSTAAFL, as Robert Heinlein wrote. There ain’t no such thing as a free lunch.

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In order to become a political soldier of the Northwest Republic you need to re-wire your noggin. You will need systematically and brutally to suppress some bad things in your mind and your heart that have always been there, installed by the Jews. You will have to uninstall them, or in some cases revert to an earlier version of your genetic software, so to speak.

First off, you need to wrap your mind around something: it’s not all about you. God Almighty, the Jews have turned us White folks into such sickening narcissists! They know that the more people obsess and fill their minds and hearts with their own concerns and desires and doing what’s best for them, the less room they will have for what’s best for others. The kikes have done everything they can to sever the instinctual bond between White people, especially between White men and women, and a lot of that consists of spoiling us rotten and convincing us from childhood that the world revolves around us.

There is a finite amount of love of which the human soul is capable, and the more love of self, the less love of others. A large part of the Jewish social engineering to which we have been subjected for the last few generations has been aimed at nurturing a profound selfishness and self-absorption that is one of our people’s most vile characteristics. Yes, even in my generation, back in the Time of Abundance. It wasn’t so pronounced as among today’s Generation Xers and Millennials, and a few like myself somehow managed to walk through the fire untouched, but the consumer society originated in my time, no question.

This self-absorption, this self-centered focus on ourselves and our own interest and welfare about all else, is probably the prime cause of our inability and/or unwillingness to get our act together. The unwillingness of White people to come to one another’s aid in time of racial crisis is notorious, it’s legendary.

How many of you listening to this have ever run into some bad situation involving nigger trouble in some public place, most likely when you were young or in some situation where you couldn’t escape forced personal contact with the primates. While the booga booga booga whatever it was was going down, the one memory that sticks with you is the sight of all the White people, including able-bodied White men, leaving you to your fate against the four or five or eight or ten coons? Shuffling their feet, sidling away, crossing the street to avoid what’s going on? Hastily walking or downright running for the exits so as not to get involved.

If you were lucky, someone might call the police, for all the good that does, if they can do it around the corner where the niggers can’t see them. You think it’s contemptible yellow cowardice, and to some extent, yeah, it is—remember what I said in part two about most of today’s Whiteboys never having been in a fight or received a blow growing up and being terrified of being hit? But also it’s narcissism that that made those White people walk and run away from you when you needed them and the slightest intervention on their part probably would have put a stop to it simply by evening the odds.

They wouldn’t help you because if they got involved not only might they get hit or hurt. but somebody might accuse them of wicked evil racism, someone might try to make them as different. Somebody might come and take their stuff or their job, and their stuff and their job and their reputation in the herd is more important than yours.

I deliberately included an episode like that in A Distant Thunder; because of all the experiences that Whiteboys have in high school and throughout their youth, which I have heard down through the years, that is one of the most common. It happened to me, and the shame of seeing my own people disgrace their blood and their heritage by running away from vicious animals the color of diarrhea has never left me to this day. The memory of that shame is one of the things that has kept me going all these years.

You need to make the decision that you will never walk away from a White boy or even more a White girl in racial trouble; you will walk toward the trouble, not run and hide and pretend you don’t see. That is the true mark of a man in Obama’s America. That’s the kind of man who will build the Northwest Republic. Not just decide but when the occasion arises, do it. You put one foot in front of the other and you walk toward the trouble. That’s the test. That’s mark of a man.

Life, the world, events, other people, the great passing human comedy and tragedy—it is not all about you. It’s not even a little bit about you. You are important only as far as what you put into life, not what you take out of it. And in any case, you’re just not that important at all, really. None of us is. There are billions of people on this earth and your story is just one grain of sand on an endless beach.

Now, in general what I just said true, but in another sense, a moral sense, yes, it is about you, just not in the way you probably think. It’s not just about what you do, it’s about who you are, what kind of man you are.

Bill White once wrote to me that he was convinced that it is now impossible for us ever to win, but we can and we should do everything we can to save our own souls; that in his view is possible. In other words, we don’t go into the struggle seeking victory or a prize; we go into it for the struggle itself.

I agree with that up to a point. Bill is wrong about one thing, though: yes, it is possible for us to win. Hell, we could win with just a few thousand Class A Whiteboys. That’s one of the things that really bugs me: what we’re trying to do is not only possible, if we can ever get a relatively small amount of people together, organized, and disciplined to the point that they will do what they are told, this society is so far gone that it wouldn’t even particularly be a hard thing to do, as revolutions go.

I mean Jesus Christ, look at what has come out during the last 18 months alone about how this country is run! These people couldn’t take it. They’d break, although the whole thing would have to be played just right on our end. I figure I got it about right in my novels: start with a thousand Class A’s organized and positioned right, and it would take about five years. Maybe if I can get through to enough of you with these Ghost Dance talks we can even give it a shot. Sorry. Rambling again.

That kind of self-knowledge is not only a good thing, it’s essential to doing your racial duty. The innate acknowledgement that there is something in the cosmos greater than ourselves and that it asks nothing of us that is beyond out strength. If we call this thing God, then we must obey it. If we call this thing duty, then we must fulfill it, because something in us demands it. That is, if our souls are not completed diseased and atrophied.

We enter this cause not because we want to get something out of it, but because we want to put something into it. We do not do what we do because we seek some kind of personal gain or advantage, either material or in the form of fame or power or to satisfy our egos. We do this because it is right. 

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I kicked around the idea of whether I was going to get into this last part at all, because there’s a chance some of you may simply think I’ve gone cuckoo for cocoa puffs and a few others who might think I’m blaspheming against Jesus or Odin or Yahweh or whoever, which is not my intention. Oh, what the hell? Let’s live dangerously.

I’ve been talking about moral duty here, and that’s kind of hard to do without mentioning religion, which I normally never do at all and which I will do now only in the most brief and tangential of ways. Although this isn’t something I even consider to be religion, it’s just a form of natural science we don’t understand yet.

Look, the primary way in which narcissism and screw-you-Jack-I’ve-got-mine and refusal to engage in the real world as you find it have always been justified among human beings is this standard excuse that, “Well, it’s my life, it’s the only one I’ve got, and so it’s my right and my responsibility to myself to live only for myself and accumulate all kinds of money and inject all kinds of booze and drugs into my body and have all kinds of sexual hijinks with women and men and Filipino prostitutes and animals and McCormick reapers, because you only go around once in this world.”

Well, no, you don’t. You actually go around quite a few times. Now, I am not trying to preach or convince anybody or found a new religion or anything like that, it’s just that I happen to know this is this case. I don’t believe it, I know it, if you follow the difference. Through an accident of circumstance long, long ago, I learned that we live multiple lives on earth. That’s just the way it is, and you folks may believe me or not as you choose. You want to think I’m full of it or I’m playing with a deck of 51, that’s fine. It doesn’t matter what you believe. You can not believe in the ocean if you like, but if you fall into it you’re still going to get wet. Hey, it’s not like we’re not all going to find out eventually, right?

Now as to the finer points of this cycle of repeated existence, whether it is eternal or just long, where it begins and where it ends, the whole karma thing and to what degree this is a process of nature and to what degree there is guiding purpose and intelligence behind it, now there I see all kinds of room for debate and speculation and research, and sometimes I spend an afternoon or an evening online dabbling in such things, but that’s about it. I do believe that with some few exceptions our purpose in this life is to be living and dealing with this life, not concerning ourselves with the next.

You don’t have to believe in any of this, but the fact is that I know and I behave accordingly, and so this is how I see this whole issue we’re talking about here as to why you people all need to put your personal considerations aside and get with the program. There is no vengeful God going to punish you for hating nig-nogs, and yeah, you do get multiple second chances.

I’m telling you guys this now because it might help some of you make that decision that you’re not going to do all this Obama American crap and you’re going to hit the reset button in your soul and take yourself back a century in the spiritual sense. You should have no real difficulty in recovering the mind and heart and soul of your great grandfather, because you were around back then as well. You just don’t remember.

Depending on how Zen or New Agey or Harry Potter you are, you don’t just come into this world and begin a new life and then bee-bop on through it with no purpose, although God knows millions on millions of people seem to do just that. Question is, are they supposed to be doing that? I don’t know.

Anyway, I take the view that karmically speaking, this life we’re in now, this is a work day. We are here for a purpose, which is to restore the balance to the cosmos by serving the 14 Words, securing the existence of our people and a future for White children, and making sure the White race which is such a vital part of the cosmic plan, whatever it is, never becomes extinct.

Most of you have doubtless had lives in the past and will have more in the future wherein you could live for your own personal pleasure and your own personal spiritual growth, all that New Age moo. Kind of spiritual weekends that were made for Michelob.

This life is not one of those; like I said, this is a work day. The incarnation cycle is sometimes referred to as a school to which we return lifetime after lifetime in order to learn and grow. If that’s true then this life is a school day, most likely the cosmic equivalent of an exam day, to see if we can rise to the challenge.

I am convinced that the Jews are the work of another source of cosmic creation, different from who or what created us and different from who or what created niggers and Asians, and the Jews were put here by that source deliberately to interfere with everybody else’s development, to do us harm, and kill us off if they can. Or maybe our creator put us here so we could kill them off eventually, I have no idea and I’m not worried about it.

But in this life, this existence, we are supposed to be concentrating on the task at hand, which is to secure the existence of our people and a future for White children. To me those 14 Words are not just something David Lane said in a courtroom. They are today’s work order. They’re what I’ve been assigned here to do this time around and what a hell of a lot more of you have been assigned to do, but those damned kikes have turned your brain to tapioca pudding with their damned electronic screens and now you’re wandering the earth like zombies. I wish to hell you’d all snap out of it and come up here and give me a hand. Because we haven’t got a whole hell of a lot of time left.

Friday, December 02, 2016

Northwest Novels On Audio Book

Hi, guys:
Freedom's Sons not available.

A comrade confirms the reading is by "Robbie The Robot."


Tuesday, November 29, 2016

Radio Free Northwest - December 1st, 2016 

Harold on impending Beestial coup d'etat and some housekeeping stuff. Gretchen gets into Schopenhauer and we hear from Comrade Jay from Tacoma.

Monday, November 28, 2016

They're Planning A Coup D'Etat

There’s something going on right now that very much disturbs me. I’m worried that Hillary Clinton may be about to rise from her coffin like the Crypt Keeper and make another grab for the presidency.

Maybe I’m being an alarmist and maybe I’m being paranoid for no reason, but we’re talking about the Hildebeest here, and having been denied her lifelong ambition to be Queen of Hearts by the White people of this country, I would put nothing at all past her.  As far as I’m concerned, this woman is going to be an ongoing threat to all humanity until such time as she is buried at a crossroads with a stake through her heart.

If you will recall, there were a number of third party candidates during the recent election, including an old Jewish yenta named Jill Stein from the Green Party. She has now demanded a recount in Wisconsin. 

Now, this Stein woman got clobbered in Wisconsin along with all the other third party runners, and there is no conceivable purpose for her to be demanding a recount, but the Clinton campaign may be using her as a stalking horse and sock puppet for something much more sinister. They have announced that they are going in with Stein on this recount gig in order to “seek for indications of outside influence,” meaning they’re looking to bolster the Democrats’ ludicrous contention that Donald Trump won because he is in cahoots with Vladimir Putin and the Russians hacked the election computers in the so-called “battleground states.”

They’re also talking about launching similar recounts in two other key states, Michigan and Pennsylvania. Some of you may remember that at the time Hillary’s people were referring to Ohio, Wisconsin, Michigan, and Pennsylvania as her “Midwest firewall states,” yet to everybody’s amazement they all went to Trump.

Three states on a recount are infinitely easier for the Democrats to diddle than an entire 50-state election, and it could well be that this has always been their Plan B in case the Beest lost. If for any reason Trump loses those three states through some fraud or corruption on the part of the state election officials there, that will put him down below 270 votes in the electoral college and throw the election into the House of Representatives, which has happened twice before in this country’s history, although the stakes were by no means as serious.

This time it isn’t just a tussle between two politicians; this time the stakes are existential. 

Now in theory, with a Republican majority in the House Trump should have no trouble, but remember, Trump isn’t really a Republican. He’s a party-crasher, if you’ll pardon the pun. Remember all those Rick Wilson types in the #NeverTrump movement? The majority of Congressional Republicans despise Trump even worse than the Democrats, because he’s bona fide outsider, not a member of the club, and the people he is so far bringing into his cabinet are genuinely ideological, people who actually believe in things, maybe not necessarily our kind of things, but they do have core political and moral convictions, and we can’t have that in Washington, now, can we? At least not on the Republican side.

It is by no means beyond the realm of possibility that the RINOs may prefer Hillary Clinton in the Oval Office for eight more years of Business As Usual, so long as they get to keep the House and Senate majorities that Trump brought them and they get to keep their beloved committee chairmanships and keep on wallowing in all that lovely money, which is essentially the only real reason for the continued existence of the Republican party: to give corporate America unfettered access to the ultimate source of all the world’s wealth, the American taxpayer. 

It is entirely possible that despite the historic vote of November the 8th, 2016, we may yet end up with that diseased and half-insane hag sitting in 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue. Okay, okay, that’s still a long shot and maybe I’m just so twitchy about that hideous evil crone after 25 years that I just can’t wrap my mind around the fact that she’s finally gone.  We’ll see how it plays out. But this topic gives me an excuse to do something here.

Saturday, November 26, 2016

They're Already Piling On Him

"Trump is too lazy and stupid to be a good Führer, and lacks any semblance of a consistent ideology; his true believers are nowhere near a majority, and are unlikely to participate in any form of mass mobilization that involves leaving the sofa." - Faggot Andrew O’Hehir writing in Salon Magazine.

If what O’Hehir says is true—and it may well be—then despite our having escaped from the clutches of the Beest (unless she pulls off an electoral college coup d'etat on December 19th)--then despite that, these next four years are going to be rough. The media will attempt to stage a Nixon-like coup and drive Trump from office. Will we have the moral strength and staying power to resist and to help him? Or will our asses just plop down on the sofa after Christmas with the remote in our hand?

Friday, November 25, 2016

A British Comrade Writes On Tyrannicide

[In Great Britain, the tyrannicide Thomas Mair was recently sentenced to life in prison.]
Although we can never condone murder, [well, we can, it's just usually not politic to do so] one is however, given to wonder what Jo Cox’s family thought about all those thousands of White women and girls in our Northern towns and cities who have been systematically raped, sexually enslaved, beaten, tortured, murdered and in one case apparently turned into kebabs and consumed by unwitting members of the general public in racially motivated attacks. Attacks which Ms. Cox’s mass immigration policy directly caused and which mass immigration policy Jo Cox was so vehemently decided on continuing without end right up until the moment of her death.

Thomas Mair’s defence could have been greatly improved by referencing the UN Convention on Genocide Article 2 Part C, which defines genocide as: “Deliberately inflicting on the group conditions of life calculated to bring about its physical destruction in whole or in part.”

It is absolutely clear that this is what Jo Cox and many other MP’s were engaged in at the time of her assassination. It is equally clear that far from the police and Crown Prosecution Service doing their job by arresting and prosecuting these MP’s for their many serious crimes against the nation, these institutions actually went out of their way to conspire to cover up these crimes and to find excuses not to investigate them. Or even worse, in some cases actually found excuses to investigate the whistleblowers of these crimes themselves in an effort to impose a culture of mass intimidation and convenient silence.

When professional law enforcement is itself corrupt to the point of conspiracy and collaboration with a self-evidently criminal regime or government, there is always the case for self-defence for those who choose to take the law into their own hands in an attempt to protect their lives, families, culture and wider communities from organized hostile threats imposed through corrupted state powers.

-Name redacted, because
writer lives in a land where
White men routinely go to 
prison for their opinions.

Wednesday, November 23, 2016

The First Thanksgiving

The Weird Aryan History Series  
 Lesson #54: The First Thanksgiving Proclamation 

June 20, 1676 

The Holy God having by a long and Continual Series of his Afflictive dispensations in and by the present Warr with the Heathen Natives of this land, written and brought to pass bitter things against his own Covenant people in this wilderness, yet so that we evidently discern that in the midst of his judgments he hath remembered mercy, having remembered his Footstool in the day of his sore displeasure against us for our sins, with many singular Intimations of his Fatherly Compassion, and regard; reserving many of our Towns from Desolation Threatened, and attempted by the Enemy, and giving us especially of late with many of our Confederates many signal Advantages against them, without such Disadvantage to ourselves as formerly we have been sensible of, if it be the Lord's mercy that we are not consumed, It certainly bespeaks our positive Thankfulness, when our Enemies are in any measure disappointed or destroyed; and fearing the Lord should take notice under so many Intimations of his returning mercy, we should be found an Insensible people, as not standing before Him with Thanksgiving, as well as lading him with our Complaints in the time of pressing Afflictions:
The Council has thought meet to appoint and set apart the 29th day of this instant June, as a day of Solemn Thanksgiving and praise to God for such his Goodness and Favour, many Particulars of which mercy might be Instanced, but we doubt not those who are sensible of God's Afflictions, have been as diligent to espy him returning to us; and that the Lord may behold us as a People offering Praise and thereby glorifying Him; the Council doth commend it to the Respective Ministers, Elders and people of this Jurisdiction; Solemnly and seriously to keep the same Beseeching that being perswaded by the mercies of God we may all, even this whole people offer up our bodies and soulds as a living and acceptable Service unto God by Jesus Christ."
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Note that the actual first Thanksgiving was proclaimed 56 years after the landing at Plymouth Rock, and so it had nothing to do with the Pilgrims. Note also that it was in June, which actually makes a lot more sense than a cold Massachusetts November. Finally note that the first Thanksgiving was to celebrate a White military victory over the Indians, not to invite them all to sit around the same table over turkey and cranberry sauce.

The present third Thursday in November holiday originated as a propaganda stunt proclaimed by Abraham Lincoln during the Civil War, in order to distract the North’s attention from the fact that at the time, the Union was getting its ass kicked by the Confederate Army. 

How True