Monday, January 15, 2018

Radio Free Northwest - January 18th, 2018

HAC on the Twitter purge and stochastic terrorism; some Aryan history of the French Revolution variety; Andy, Gretchen, and double Trucker.

Friday, January 12, 2018

Problem Pasts In White Nationalism

[Excerpted from Radio Free Northwest, January 11th 2018] 

I’m going to be getting into some serious stuff in this episode, including some material on the abominable Edgar Steele case, so let me just leap right in on a topic that’s been batted around on racial Twitter for a while, which I think I need to expound on verbally for a bit. It’s something that's going to be coming up a lot in the future, and we need to figure out a protocol to deal with it.

How do we as White nationalists and separatists deal with the undeniable fact that many of the younger White people who are now coming to us and wanting to become involved with the 14 Words have, shall we say, less than pristine personal track records and the odd racial, sexual, or criminal skeleton or two in their closet from their pre-racial awareness days?\

I am referring now not to certain scam artists I could name, nor to the people with hidden agendas who are clearly attempting to infiltrate our wee little Movement out of ulterior motives. I’m talking now about a small but significant number of essentially bona fide and sincere White men and women, mostly on the younger end of the scale. They were raised and mentally engineered in this completely amoral and unnatural society, and so in their teens or early 20s, which in America is still adolescence, they did amoral and stupid and grotty things out of genuine youthful ignorance.

Later these people became racially aware, and came to understand that what they did in their early life was wrong, and now they are sincerely regretful and ashamed and want to make up for their past transgressions. So what do we do with these repentant sinners, so to speak? Exactly where do we draw the line? What can be overlooked and what is unforgivable?

Okay, let’s be completely honest here. This whole topic is basically a big, steaming bowl of shit that I really would rather not get into at all, because every one of these cases is going to be pretty much sui generis, that is to say something that is completely unique to each individual concerned, and which will require an individual, tailored solution, like a bespoke suit.

Also, the people in what I will loosely refer to as "leadership" positions, or at least positions of cyber-prominence, will all have different standards. Frankly, from what I have seen, far more slack and forgiving standards than I apparently do.

Let me give you an example of the way I handle these things. Probably the best published review ever done of my Northwest novel series was written about nine years ago by a man who later turned out to be a screaming, open faggot, and yet who still insists on acting as if he is one of us. Before this was conclusively proven to me, I heard the rumors but I refused to believe it or to act without some kind of proof, or at least evidence. In the meantime I used the book review far and wide; I even distributed printed copies with Northwest Front introductory packets which a few of you may recall receiving.

Eventually things reached the point when I had to ask this man point blank if he was light in the loafers. Since he had not yet come out of the closet (which he has done since) I did not get an immediate and categorical denial, I got waffle, which made my spidey sense tingle. But in the absence of outright proof I continued to distribute the review on the usual excuse that regardless of possible pooftery, this person was “doing good for the Movement.” 

Inevitably, the time came when I was confronted with this man’s written confession that he was a pervert, and I couldn’t pretend not to notice any longer. Once I could no longer extend any benefit of the doubt, and only then, I stopped using his book review. I will not condemn anyone without proof or evidence amounting at least to a moral certainty, which realistically is as far as you can get in a lot of these cases where the legal system is in the hands of the criminals.  But once that moral certainty is arrived at, there is a duty to act. I do, and I expect everyone else to as well. One one occasion I supplied the evidence and testimonry that sent a notorious Movement pervert to prison for seven years, for all the so-called “good” he did the Movement, which was in fact substantial. But contrary to one of my snappy little tweets, some ends really don't justify the means.

The question I am constantly asked is “Hurrold, Hurrold, what is unforgivable, what is the line that can’t be crossed, just how nasty and groady do you have to be before you are cast into the Outer Darkness beyond the 14 Words?”

Realistically, what we’re talking about is certain sexual, racial, or criminal situations, and like I said, everybody’s going to have their own ideas as to how much ignorance excuses misbehavior in one’s youth. I really hesitate to get into details because this would just be my personal view, and I understand that not only am I not some moral giant philosopher king who has the right to impose my standards on others, but no one would pay any attention anyway. But here goes:

I’m actually a lot more tolerant of past foibles than most people give me credit for. Criminal records, for one thing, because I simply don’t consider the legal authorities and the courts in this country to be morally competent to decide who has done wrong and how they should be punished. Not when there are abominations like the Edgar Steele and Johnny Logan Spencer and Bill White cases. So the mere fact of having done time in jail is not at all a bar to participation, although of course it depends on what for.

I have several personal points of no return, so to speak. Anything to do with homosexuality, that’s just a no. Anything to do with harming a child, either sexually or through child abuse, or kiddie porn, no, beyond the pale. 

Race-mixing is something I probably shouldn’t comment on because on the one hand, I feel a deep and sickening loathing for it in women, while my attitude toward it in men is highly disapproving but nothing near as visceral, which I recognize is indeed quite sexist and hypocritical. I suspect this is pretty much typical of most White men, having to do with the remnants of our actual biological instincts. This is why I have such difficulty getting any traction on Andrew Anglin’s residence in the Philippines where, to use his own words, when he’s not working on the Daily Stormer he is “sport-banging brown pussy.” So that’s the first problem with me shouting the odds on miscegenation. 

With very great reluctance I have been compelled to accept that this is the old view of things which I got from growing up in the last of the Old South, and that younger White people simply don’t seem capable of feeling as strongly about it as I do. Not surprising, since the ultimate goal of the entire Jewish and liberal agenda for the past 70 years is to get young White people, especially girls, to do that very thing. They have been socially engineered into that form of bestiality from birth.
I frankly don’t know what’s going to happen there with people that far gone; I can only point out that my references to the problem in the post-victory Northwest Republic in my novels had a distinctly ropey motif.

Informing to the enemy, testifying against our own people in court, that should obviously be a line-crosser, although that one kind of went by the board when at least parts of our wee little world welcomed back the loathsome Frazier Glenn Miller from his stint in the Witness Protection Program. That whole Miller thing set a bad, bad precedent, not to mention in my view completely disqualifying Alex Linder from any further Movement participation, but again that’s just me and my ageing, Puritanical standards. Miller testified against his own people in not one but two, count ‘em two! capital cases, as in possible death penalty, and then he gets welcomed back? Jesus Christ on a raft!

The thing is that ever since the resurrection of Glenn Miller back in the early Oughts, our moral standards in White nationalism have become so notoriously slack that anybody can pretty much do any damned thing he pleases, then just wait a while for the sound and fury to die down and the short American attention span to kick in, and subsequently be welcomed back with open arms, all being forgiven.

Then there is the matter of financial chicanery, where our standards of what’s acceptable are apparently also abysmal. I personally would have booted David Duke out of the fold when he pleaded guilty to embezzling $235,000 dollars in White people’s contributions and gambling it all away on riverboat casinos and gambling junkets to the Bahamas. I said so at the time and was completely ignored, as always.

Duke did his prison time, hit the ground running when they opened the gates and never looked back, The entire White nationalist movement didn’t so much as forgive, it just forgot. I can’t even remember the last time I saw any reference to Duke’s peccadillos on any of our websites or in any of our publications; the man stole $235,000 from us all and it’s like the whole incident just never happened. Dear God, what I could do with that 235 grand!

None of which gets us any closer to developing a protocol on dealing with these things. Here are my suggestions, based on our wee little world as it is, not as I would like it to be.

First off, for what may be loosely described as our leadership, insofar as we have any, I would suggest we start with a policy of “don’t ask, don’t tell.” Yes, I know, that can come unglued, but in some of these cases the old saying of least said, sooner mended applies. Don’t you be the one to kick off all the endless, obsessive round-and-round of cackling on the internet. So don’t ask, unless something pops up that you just can’t pretend you didn’t see.

More importantly, for all you dubious Induhviduals out there who might have a problem with your resumé:  let’s do you the courtesy of presuming you are sincere and you really do have the good of your race and the 14 Words at heart. Just as the leadership should not ask, you shouldn’t tell. Don't come running to me or anyone else gabbling out your confession, and forcing us to deal with this aforementioned steaming bowl of shit yet again for the umpteenth time. Keep your teeth together and say nothing at all, for the rest of your life. Unless: 

Unless, like so many young Amurrican dumb-asses, you left a digital or paper trail behind you, especially on social media, which never dies. (As Chris Cantwell and Lauren Southern found out.)

The internet is forever. A criminal record is forever, so if you have one, don’t lie about it or how you got it. Don’t tell people you did time for something honorable like a gun charge when it was for selling dope or breaking and entering. Most mainstream media is there forever; MSM stuff can occasionally be explained away or buried, given their decay in credibility, but it's still damned hard. 

If you know for a fact that there is a ticking time bomb in your past, and the proof is just lying out there on the internet for anybody to find, you must accept that you have fucked up, for life, and you can never be a leader or a public spokesman. You can participate on the internet under a pseudonym, and you can send money. Depending on how bad your dirty little secret is, that's probably about it.

If it's something really bad, something so groady it would cause massive sound and fury if it were found out, then you voluntarily leave the Movement completely and never be anywhere sufficiently near us to embarrass us. (Are you listening, Dan Burros? Are you listening, Kevin Alfred Strom? Are you listening, Tom Metzger?)

There are so many problem people in the past who could have spared us so much heartache and tribulation down through the years, if they has just had the genuine humility and true devotion to the cause to recognize that however it happened, their own fate was sealed, and the best thing they could do for the 14 Words was to go away.

Wednesday, January 10, 2018

Northwest Noir

I normally don't stoop to things like movie reviews, since Hollywood is 100% corrupt and there is no health or cleanliness in it, but this one might actually be worth checking out. I streamed it off Netflix last night. The flick is called Blackway. It's a variation on one of your basic old John Wayne-style cowboy-movie plots, but acted and shot in a modern setting in a neat, terse little 1940s film-noir style. Think one of the better Marlowes. 

The movie is set in an unnamed logging town in the Pacific Northwest, where a former cop-turned-local-drug-kingpin and general bad man named Blackway (Ray Liotta) stalks and harasses and eventually "insults the honor" of the female lead Lillian (Julia Stiles.) It's unclear to me from the scene whether he actually rapes her or not, but anyway, you get the idea. 

Lillian tries to get the local sheriff with a spine of jelly to intervene, but all this hapless fool can do is advise her to leave town. Seems the sheriff and his men are terrified of his psycho former deputy and afraid to take him on, almost like he was NVA or something. Yeah, I know, so far this sounds all very feminist and predictable, but wait for it. It's actually a subtly politically incorrect film, if you know how to read the nuances. In fact, I'm a little surprised this made it through the many content filters in Tinsel Town in this quietly subversive shape.

Anyway, what the idiot sheriff eventually does recommend is that Lillian go to the local logging camp and speak to Whizzer, the foreman, and ask him to lend her the services of one Scotty, who is supposedly the only man in town not afraid of Blackway. Lillian goes to the office of the logging camp and meets a bunch of old geezers sitting there yakking, telling Sasquatch stories and reminiscing about Back In The Day. All that's missing is a pot-bellied stove and a cracker barrel. 

This is where that subtle hint of political incorrectness begins; after all, old White men are supposed to be the cause of all evil in the world past, present, and future, always enemies trying to do down and re-enslave Modern Womyn. To depict a Modern Womyn forced to go to old White men for protection is highly sexist; she should be trying to summon Wonder Woman or decking herself out in bandana, torn T-shirt and M-60 like Ms. Rambo. But this film is actually based in the real world, to an extent the rest of Hollywood is less and less these days.

It turns out that Scotty isn't in camp, but two of the office loungers speak up and volunteer to be Lillian's White Knights (pun kind of intended.) These are Les, played by Anthony Hopkins, who was 78 when this was filmed and looks every day of it, and a younger guy named Nate [Alexander Ludwig] who is quiet and has a bit of a stutter, is home-schooled, and at first reminds you of Daryl and his other brother Daryl. You don't think he has a chance against the Bad Man, but Nate soon displays a talent for throwing down in a psycho manner equal to Blackway's, when the occasion demands.

The three of them stop by Les's house, with a lawn covered in whirligigs, to pick up his old uncle's goose gun he left to Les, and then they go off in a rusty old pickup truck to hunt down the Bad Man, working their way through assorted disreputable people and places, barroom brawls with Blackway minions, exploding meth labs, etc. All jolly good fun. I classify this movie like I classify most others I like: I won't be adding it to my permanent collection, but it's well worth watching once.

But the reason I'm recommending all of you check this flick out if you can is the cinematography.  Blackway's strongest believability comes from the terrain in which it is set.

I used to tell people that if they wanted to see what the Northwest Homeland was like, warts and all, they should check out the first Twilight movie, disregard all the vampire silliness, and look at that countryside around Forks where it was filmed, which is about 40 miles from where I sit tapping this now. Blackway is much better for that purpose. It was filmed in some small town here in the Homeland or up in B. C., in the dead of winter, and if you're seriously contemplating coming here you need to know what this part of the world is like at its worst, which is about this time of year. 

I try to warn incomers about our winters, and I get people telling me "Oh, pshaw, Harold, I'm from Wisconsin or Pennsylvania or Colorado, I know winter, your Northwest can't throw anything at me in that regard that I can't handle!" Big mistake. The Northwest winter is something I can't really make comprehensible to those who haven't been through one, the kind of endless, energy-sapping, depressing, gray and nasty-ass wet chill and dripping rain that can and does drive people to insanity, suicide and murder up here every season, even people who have lived here all their lives. 

I can't describe it, and so it's best you watch Blackway and see it. No, not trying to scare you away, just trying to prepare you. If you follow my advice and move your family to some small town in the Northwest, you won't regret it--if nothing else, the summers more than make up for the winters. Usually, anyway. There is a saying: "Every Northwest summer is different. Every Northwest winter is the same." That sameness is something you need to try and wrap your minds around, so either make your scouting trip in January, or watch Blackway.

Monday, January 08, 2018

Radio Free Northwest - January 11th, 2018 

HAC on what can be forgiven in a young White person’s past and what cannot. He also discusses his Edifice Complex.  We hear Edgar J. Steele’s last interview.

Saturday, January 06, 2018

The People, Not The Constitution

by Bill White

I remember the first time that the FBI tried to approach me, back in 2002 or 2003 or so.  I got an email out of nowhere from a fellow who assured me that he was a “patriot” and that he wanted to meet with me to work with me to advance common goals, or some such nonsense. I googled the guy and found out that he was a black FBI undercover agent who had just won an award for infiltrating an Earth First! type group in California.  I responded to the email, noted that I was not a “patriot” and noted, too, that I had no interest in working for the FBI.

This approach, though, an appeal to patriotism and the Constitution, I have found is a pretty typical recruiting pitch for the security services. As I listen to the babbling on CNN I find that similar arguments are being made by Judæo-occultists who want to make it clear that Donald Trump should have absolutely no power whatsoever over his own government.  The phony pitch, the pitch that all of the poor deluded souls that serve in the U.S. military or in the corrupt and decadent agencies of the failing U.S. government buy into is that they are not loyal to anything in the United States except the Constitution. The people of the United States, and more particularly the White nation that is the core of the American population, receives no mention at all.

When one hears George Bush or one of the Judah-cultists that worked in his Imperial administration declare that America is a “creedal nation,” one is hearing the kind of misplaced loyalty to a code of laws that began as the defining trait of Judaism, but which has been transferred over to the illegitimate entity of the United States. 

The worshippers of Thoth-Judah adore the Torah;  the worshippers of America adore the Constitution. Both of these cult followers adore not the Law itself but a peculiar interpretation of the Law that has been handed down to them, in the Judah-cult by rabbis, in America by an internationalist Judæo-occult élite.  

The messages come at these am-ha’aretz Americans by many means: through lawyers and,judges, through the Judaic mass media, through false Judæo-Christian religion, through their superiors in the government, and through Judaized educational institutions.  But the message as to what the Constitution means is always the same:  it has nothing to do with what is written on some ancient scroll, but instead means whatever the cult leaders says it does.

Of course, none of this has anything to do with a real nation. A legitimate government is a government that represents a people. It emerges from their national character, the character that they possess through their common participation in a single ethno-cultural entity, and it is connected to the divine through the person of a leader drawn from the highest caste and chosen as an avatar.  

Laws are always secondary to a legitimate government. A legitimate government creates laws to serve the people. When those laws cease to serve a people, a legitimate government discards them and replaces them with something new. In direct opposition to the American system, the laws are not the source of the government’s authority, but the product of that authority. The source of legitimate government authority is service to the people.

One of the ironies of the past several decades has been the extent to which the White working people of the United States have been blind to this situation. By far the most popular opposition doctrine in the United States under the reigns of the Bushes, Clinton, and Obama has been constitutionalism, heavily leavened with bizarre pseudo-legal theories and justifications for whatever unusual behavior the constitutionalist in question has wanted to engage in. 

These Constitutionalists sit in relation to the Constitution in practice much as Judæo-Christians do to the Judah-cultists that they idolize. Like the Christians, the Constitutionalists claim adherence to the law, even as actual practitioners of that law with their secret interpretations and nullifications sneer at them.  Much of the weird behavior from so-called Constitutionalists and patriots, as among the Judaeo-Christians, comes from the insertion of unusual doctrines into their politics by their cultic enemies. 

Thus, there are those Constitutionalists who believe in things like the secret bankruptcy of the United States, the replacement of the government by the corporation, and their existence as “sovereign citizens,” none of which are true and much of which is encouraged by the very federal government these doctrines claim to oppose. It is after all much easier to arrest someone who blatantly commits a crime like mailing in a phony lien, believing that it is legal, than it is to prove a case against a criminal attempting to avoid capture.

Both of these kinds of Constitutionalists, those who serve the federal government and those who are misled into thinking that their odd doctrines oppose rather than complement it, fall into the same error. Neither speaks in terms of the interests of the people. Many in both movements oppose any kind of “racism” or authentic nationalism.  Both have been taught to think of any challenge to the concentration of wealth and economic power in the Judæo-occult elite as verboten. Whether as a form of socialism or, as some other form of extremism, it must be fought. 

Try to speak to a Constitutionalist about the interests of the White working class, and suggest that if the federal government was legitimately constituted it could legitimately tax its population and provide the social services that are necessary for a society to prosper, and the self-proclaimed “dissident” won’t even be able to process what you’re saying.
Similarly, suggest that the legitimacy of a government doesn’t come from the votes of random collections of hundreds of millions of foreigners with no common ethnic core, and the only question for the federal servant will be what kind of bad guy caricature to shove you into.

The divorce of the United States Constitution from any origin in a people, and its elevation as a source of authority, and loyalty per se, is the fundamental error that is causing the power of the United States, despite its wealth, to dissipate into nothingness. The federal government, even under Trump, is an imperial entity ruling over a conglomeration of peoples with nothing in common, there being no such thing as a “common humanity.”  Its Constitution was created for the purpose of governing over a homogenous nation of white Europeans, and it was created to serve a people who despite their division into various feudal entities, had a common history and culture to draw upon. 

The modern United States, particularly under Bush, Clinton, and Obama, clung to that Constitution while trying to exterminate the people who created it, replacing them with random people collected from around the world.  In so doing, the U.S. government lost its basis in the people and became an alien entity, seeing its goal as upholding what it was told the Constitution represented, i.e. a Judæo-occult world government, without any regard to the welfare of its people at all.

The election of Donald Trump was a signal that this illegitimate entity has to be rethought. The principle that the government serves its people, not all people but the specific people that created it, has to be restored. And if Donald Trump is unable to drive out of the United States the 100 million plus non-White persons and Jews who do not belong here, which he probably cannot, then it is time to think about ending the U.S. experiment and dividing the territory of the United States amongst its component nations, so that each group comprising the United States can live in a manner suited to them as a people, rather than in the artificial manner demanded by a globalist slave-state.

Friday, January 05, 2018

The Denny Broadwill Poject

[Last weekend I posted the first chapter of The Brigade on the Thoughtcrime blog and left it up for a couple of days. One of our comrades in Oregon was inspired to write this song or poem based on the plot line of that first chapter. Okay, Shakespeare it ain't, but it has a kind of Bob Dylan-like air to it, I think. Makes as much sense as any modern lyrics.

Now, any chance we could make this a project? A) Select a tune for this song; B) Some of you with Morrakiu-like computer sound-editing skills far superior to mine strip existing lyrics from said tune, leaving the instrumental only; C) We find somebody who can actually s ing, not howl or mumble, i.e. carry an actual tune and enunciate lyrics so they can be understood by listeners; and D) we have our first Northwest rebel song for YouTube. Refer "Fashy Lullabyes", that Flogging Molly rip-off I played on the December all-music show.

If we are ever capable of professionalizing to that level, with an actual staff with the necessary skill sets here at my side working in an adequately equipped, stable and secure work space, then we could produce a whole string of Northwest Rebel Songs based on the Irish versions. I already have the lyrics for some of these written out in some of the Northwest novels.

Anyway, take a look at this and let me know your ideas on a tune. - HAC]


The soul of Denny Broadwill drowned
The night he learned his life was done.
He'd been cuckolded then was crowned
With public shame and gossip's fun.

His wife was Denny's big concern,
An ice-cold heart with looks to kill;
A blonde she-snake that wise men spurn.
Her daddy's lawyer wrote the bill.

The tide runs out when the moon is down;
The tide runs in when the moon is round;
When tides are right then the lost is found.

A no-fault break-up was her plan;
The experts told her to begin:
"First take the kids and wreck your man,
and bring a lezzie lover in."

He heard the rumors and loose talk
That Leah Weiner beds his wife;
But there were signs he couldn't block:
Her PC rants and endless strife.

The tide runs out...

Then Denny caught them on the couch.
He said some words I won't repeat.
The cops were called, the cops can vouch:
A hate speech charge on Denny's sheet.

The trap was sprung, the prey was caught.
A racist, homophobic jerk;
No judge would side with him they thought;
Now Susie's lawyer went to work.

The tide runs out...
But someone thought this wasn't fair;
This someone had a loaded gun.
He went at night to hunt the pair;
The deed was done before the sun.

In jail poor Denny heard the news,
And there was nothing he could say,
But no divorce meant he could choose
If he would go or he would stay.

The tide runs out...

It Takes A Village was to blame;
The hate-speech charge was made to stick.
The legal system played its game
And Denny's girls were taken quick.

Denny left town; he left a note
That life was now beyond his reach;
"My soul has drowned," is what he wrote.
His car was found down by the beach.

The tide runs out...

The night was dark and no one saw
A man there in a pick-up truck;
A man who's wanted by the Law.
He said his name was "Donald Duck."

Denny got in; they drove away.
They went to see the commandant.
That night he joined the NVA;
Next day he went to Altamont.

The tide runs out...

Now Denny's story isn't real;
The history isn't written yet.
It could be you who has to deal
And pay for altruism's debt.

So count the words you cannot say,
And how you fear the censor's frown.
I hear you pray, "Hold back the day;
The hour in which my soul must drown."

The tide runs out...


Tuesday, January 02, 2018

Radio Free Northwest - January 4th, 2018 

HAC on Party professionalization and religion. Gretchen, Andy, Trucker.