Let's Talk A Little Treason

In Ireland, when a man has an old friend over for dinner, after the meal is over he will generally tell his wife the traditional Irish tale: "Love, Seamus and I are going down to the pub and talk a little treason." (Brendan Behan, I think.)

Oh, hell, let's come right out and say it. Us white boys need to be talking a little treason.

I notice that the great state of Oregon is about to pass more grotesque "hatecrime" laws in favor of sodomites, making perverts who commit the filthiest acts imaginable (people don't seem to realize what it is that homosexuals actually do) a politically and legally protected class. Better than me, in the eyes of the law. Better than any white man who likes girls, because they will have specific legal protections that we are denied.

There is no more equality under the law. Some states are even worse; in Idaho all women, period are considered a specially politically and legally protected class under their deranged hatecrime laws, effectively meaning that only heterosexual white males are without legal protection against "hate" and can be victimized only on the lowest level, as mere Americans. Less than a woman of their own race, less than a Mexican, less than a faggot, less than a black. Three-fifths of a man, at best.

I'm going to say something now to all my fellow girl-loving honkies, and I'm dead serious. I think we need to start re-evaluating our relationship with the United States of America, with a view towards bringing that relationship to an end.

America gives us nothing except ridicule, hatred, contempt and oppression. America ignores our interests, laughs at us and reviles us, picks our pockets, discriminates against us with affirmative action and racial quotas, and kicks us in the teeth when we try to protest or petition for the redress of just grievances. America rigs the electoral process so that no one without ten million dollars in the bank should even think about running for office, and so that only criminals, incompetents, and mentally unbalanced mediocrities can win. America passes laws that give foreigners who are in our country illegally, and perverts who literally wallow in their own filth during sexual acts, a preferred and privileged status over us.

Every time we turn on the television we see grinning black and brown monkey-faces mocking and reviling us, mincing faggots waving their limp wrists mocking and reviling us, toilet-mouthed Jews like the loathsome Sarah Silverman spewing hatred and abuse at us, pathological liars in the White House and Congress pissing down our back and assuring us with solemn faces that it is raining. Thanks to the media and the Jews who control the media, when the world thinks of White males they think of revolting cartoon characters. George Washington, Daniel Boone, and Charles Lindbergh have been replaced by Homer Simpson and Peter Griffin.

White women are in their own way just as much victims as White men are, although some of them haven't quite seen sufficiently through the feminist horse shit to understand that. If we can ever succeed in de-programming our sisters and making them understand what has been done to them, so that they realize that their place is by their menfolks' side and not with the Jews who hate them and hold them in just as much contempt as they do white men, calling them shiksas, etc...well, if we can ever succeed in doing that, you kikes had better start running.

White people do the real work in this country; Mexicans and blacks do nothing that couldn't be done twice as well and at half the expense by a good cart horse. Robotics will eventually make the black man and the brown man completely obsolete. White people pay the overwhelming percentage of the taxes that finance the Grand Guignol horror show that is America. White boys, and increasingly girls, are dragged into the military and come back from Iraq with their bodies mangled to rot in the filthy Army hospitals like Walter Reed, because the influx of illegal aliens has taken all the entry-level jobs in their home towns and there is no future for White kids where they grew up. White people, especially boys, are denied access to college education, to employment, to workplace promotion and job stability because of their skin color, because of their gender, and increasingly because of their age.

I could go on and on, but if you're White, you know what I'm talking about, and if you're not White, I'm not talking to you anyway.

Guys--and gals--let me ask you something. What the hell do we owe a society that treats us like this?

The neocons wave their red, white, and blue Masonic dishrags and babble about all this "freedom" we've got. Bullshit. What freedom? The freedom to never be able to get any kind of decent career because you're the wrong color and you've got convex genitalia? The freedom not to be admitted to college because their quota for White boys was filled by the sons of the wealthy elite long before you even applied? The freedom to spend thirty years in the workforce and see incompetent affirmative action employees promoted over your head year after year?

What freedom? The freedom to pay one third of your income to support stupid wars in the Middle East to protect the Jews from the consequences of their own behavior? The freedom to "vote" in elections where half the time these arrogant swine no longer bother to conceal the fraud?

What freedom? The freedom to have your children corrupted by the endless tsunami of filth from the television screen and taught sodomy techniques in school? The freedom to have your son and your daughter come back from Iraq in a plastic bag or minus some limbs because all of the jobs in their home town had been gobbled up by illegals and the military was the only place they could get a paycheck?

What freedom? The freedom to be insulted, belittled, and spat upon every time we turn on a TV or pick up a newspaper? The freedom to eventually be carried off to the living hell of some state-run "nursing home" when the government finally finds some way to steal the Social Security and Medicare fund and piss it away in the deserts of Iraq or blow it on the stock market?

What the hell kind of loyalty do we owe to a government that has made us third-class citizens? What the hell kind of loyalty do we owe to a state that uses us like toilet paper and throws us away? Why, exactly, should we respect the "rights" of media garbage people who give us nothing but insults, contempt, and vilification? Why, exactly, should we allow our country to be taken over by millions of Mexican mestizos and all the overflow from the Third World's sewers, and never raise a hand in our own defense because the tyrant's law forbids it?

Yes, yes, I know the United States of America is "the law." Of course it is. Tyrants always are the law. That's why they're tyrants and not simple gangsters. The difference between George W. Bush and John Gotti is only a technicality of paperwork. (Except that Gotti dressed better and killed a lot fewer people.)

When the law is cruel and uncaring, when the law is vicious, when the law is oppression wrapped up in paper and forced down the throats of the powerless, the coerced and the cowed, when the law is enforced by steroid-popping bullies with badges and jackals with briefcases and reptiles in black robes who use it solely to maintain their own power over other human beings and to squeeze them dry of every last wretched penny they possess, when the law is being used to do you and your family harm, then you are under no obligation to obey it.

In every society there is a social contract that cuts both ways. The United States Constitution was an attempt to create such a contract, and until 1861 it worked. But we need to be very clear on this: the White American has upheld that contract and is even now upholding it as the blood of our young men is spilled in the Iraq desert. It is the federal government of the United States and the squamous alien things who have stolen it away from us who have violated that social contract, again and again and again over the past century.

Like an abused wife, White Americans have put up with it all from our cheating, lying, thieving, murdering government--the beatings, the drinking up the rent money, the lipstick on the collar, the constant bullying and browbeating. But even the most abused spouse eventually decides it's time for a divorce. That time has come. Enough! Fuck the United States government, fuck democracy, fuck America! We've seen enough, we've had enough, and we want out.

Yeah, I know. Our ancestors tried this in 1861. Well, it's time for a re-match. Here in the Northwest, and anyplace else where White males are tired of being treated like dogs, and finally decide to show the Jews that dogs have teeth.

And you know something? I think if we ever do pull off the Old Macbeth Trick and "screw our courage to the sticking point," I suspect the world will discover that as far as (it looks like) the baby-shit brown Barack Obama goes--well, he damned sure ain't no Abraham Lincoln.

De O-Man Gone Owe De Homeys

You folks need to understand that if BO is elected President in November, based on all those millions of nigger votes, it won't be like a White election where one side says "Yay, we won!" and the other side says "Aw, we lost!" and then everybody goes on about their business.

Blacks don't think that way; their sense of racial cohesiveness and racial self-interest is far superior to ours, the only thing of theirs in fact that is superior to ours other than their ability to bounce a stupid ball on a hardwood floor. Once the niggers vote "their" candidate into office, they are going to expect some payback, and Obama probably has enough rudimentary sense to give it to them.

So how can he pay back all his homeys in a way that will cost him nothing but pen and ink? Simple. On his first morning in the Oval Office, the Obamanation calls for a big stack of blank pardon and commutation forms to be stacked up on his desk, and he starts a mass release of negroid criminals back onto the streets of America, undoing in a few days or weeks all the slow reduction of violent crime and improvement in the quality of life that has been achieved by successive conservative governments who find they can get equal political mileage by keeping these violent apes locked up.

No one really gives a damn about the wretched White victims of these black animals' violence, of course. The politicians are rich enough to live in fortified communities and send their kids to fortified exclusive private schools, hire private "security contractors" to guard their wealth and their precious pale asses against the hordes of shit-skinned predators this creature in the White House will release.

No, it will be the poor working class White people who are robbed and raped and butchered, the young White girls from the wrong side of the tracks who are inveigled into drugs and tricked out as whores, the elderly veterans of Korea and Baby Boomers who missed the Boom part who will be beaten to death in their homes when the monkoids break in to steal and vent their hate against all Whites.

You think things are bad now? Wait until that baby-shit brown baboon gets into the Oval Office.

Of course, I suppose it's always possible that one man, somewhere in America, his name now unknown, will take it upon himself to lay down his own life that others may live, or at least have a chance to live.

Yeah, right. Pigs may fly, too.

No, We Ain't Bad

I have gotten a few querulous e-mails to the effect of "Hurrold, Hurrold, aren't you afraid somebody will do (whisper whisper whisper) and the police will confiscate his hard drive and find your Tyrannicide blog on there?"

Number one, so what if they do? As I get sicker and sicker in body I am getting sicker and sicker in my heart and my mind about not saying out loud what I have been thinking all my life. As there grows to be less and less they can do to me, I long to do more and more to them. I'm tired of running from these reptiles; I'm tired of concerning myself with what some ambulatory turd in a a $2,000 silk suit is going to think or do about who I am, what I believe, and what I say. Fuck these people.

Secondly, it ain't gonna happen. Let's face it, our big bad Movement is a joke, and these maroons with the "Aryan Berserker Warrior" type e-mail addresses in real life most likely resemble the Comic Book Guy from the Simpsons. They ain't gonna do doodly-squat. Not now, not ever.

None of us is ever going to actually do anything, and everybody knows it. Us, the FBI, BO's negroid chorus, you name it. If we were going to do anything we would have done it before now. Instead all we're hearing is tap tap tap tap tap on these goddamned keyboards. If any of us had an ounce of honor or integrity or courage left in our beings, we wouldn't be hearing tap tap tap tap tap, we'd be hearing bang bang bang bang bang. But that arsenal of guns we have stashed away remains hidden in the closet, gathering oily dust.

We don't produce men like John Wilkes Booth or James Earl Ray any more, or Joseph Franklin, or Byron de la Beckwith, whom I had the honor of knowing personally. I mean that literally, we don't breed men like that any more. They're all gone, as extinct as the dire wolf and the cave bear. They don't exist any more, and outside the pages of my Northwest novels they never will exist. My novels are kind of a political Jurassic Park, dreaming of somehow finding the extinct DNA and restoring to life a whole species of being that is in reality gone for ever.

It is possible that someone in authority may decide to use this blog to fabricate some non-existent "plot," but that's all it will be, a fabrication. And if they do, then it will have been worth it for me to finally simply say out loud, bellow out loud, fuck these people! I am going to say what I want to say, think what I want to think, and hope what I want to hope. And I want and hope to live long enough to see these dogs' blood.

The Northwest Trilogy

Hi, guys:

Oops! Missing days already! Sorry, I was tied up with producing Northwest Observer #72 yesterday. A sample copy may be obtained from me at nwnet@earthlink.net or harold_covington@hotmail.com

For those of you who find the topic of White armed struggle fascinating, you need to obtain and read the Northwest Independence series of novels:

A Distant Thunder
A Mighty Fortess
The Hill of the Ravens
The Brigade

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An Army of Eeyores

[From The Struggle That Dare Not Speak Its' Name, circa 1994]

SUCH AS IT IS, the Aryan racial nationalist movement throughout theworld since 1945 has been distinguished by one remarkable characteristicwhich separates it from every other revolutionary movement ever known: areluctance verging on the racially suicidal to engage in armed military struggle against genocidal tyranny.

Genuine politics is about one thing: the acquisition and exercise of power. All else is political hobbyism, a luxury which the wealthy landed gentry of the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries who created liberal democracy could afford, but which a race on the verge of extinction cannot.

Power, all power without exception, is in the final analysis founded on one basis: armed force. Religion, constitutions, civil laws, custom and all the various social institutions for reinforcing acceptable behavior (i.e. submission to authority) all have their place in a state's power structure, but without the ultimate sanction of the bayonet they are meaningless.

All power, without exception, is initially acquired through armed force or through the imminent threat of armed force. Some revolutions are bloodier than others; the Bolsheviks slaughtered millions, while the National Socialist German Workers' Party came to power in Germany after somewhat less than a thousand deaths in fourteen years of street fighting between the Party's paramilitary formations and the Communists. But all modern states, without exception, were originally brought into existence by men who fought for power with weapons in their hands.

Power becomes accessible to revolutionaries when the existing order loses two vital assets upon which the maintenance of any government depends. The first element is the at least passive and tacit consent of the governed, and the second is the credible monopoly of armed force. When the revolutionary movement has both the will and the capacity to commit acts of armed insurrection against the state, and to do so with impunity, i.e., the perpetrators are not caught and punished, then the state has lost the credible monopoly of force which is the foundation of all power.

Persons other than those sanctioned by the state exercise power over the lives and destinies of others; the revolutionary movement begins to displace the state's apparatus by armed compulsion as well as by transferring the consent of the governed to itself through persuasion and propaganda.

Both persuasion and coercion are neessary to carry out a successful revolution. Neither element alone can succeed without the other. All the propaganda, all the popular support and all the legal activity in the world are useless if the state can fall back on armed force to maintain itself and destroy opposition. A revolutionary movement without an effective armed wing is doomed to perpetual futility and eventual defeat.

The formulations stated above are by no means original with me; they are as old as statecraft itself. I simply happen to be the only American White nationalist who is willing to discuss them in public. These truths are obvious from even the most cursory examination of human history. They are also obvious from reading today's headlines. It is a demonstrable historical fact: pursued with sufficient persistence, ruthlessness, military expertise and fearless disregard for the consequences, armed struggle eventually works.

Why, then, do the White males of the late twentieth century persistently refuse to utilize the gun, the basic tool of power which is understood and applied without hesitation by the most savage African tribal leader and the most corrupt and uncouth Latin American despot? As a side issue of some interest, why does our present Aryan leadership (again, such as it is) consistently refuse even to address this question, instead expending a good deal of time and effort orchestrating extensive campaigns of slander and vilification against those who do?

There are several immediately apparent reasons. As discreditable as it is, a good part of it is simple garden-variety physical cowardice, as well as fear on the part of the "leaders" that any boat-rocking militancy will draw heat and frighten the racist couch potatoes who provide the bulk of the present constellation of grouplets' mail-order funding, sending them scuttling for cover, their precious checkbooks snapped shut like oysters.

There is also the incredible lack of practical political education and knowledge among what passes for Aryan leadership, the bulk of whom are politically and historically illiterate. Your average Ku Klux Klan "leader" has never cracked a proper history book in his life and probably thinks Machiavelli is a foreign sports car.

To be sure, some prominent Movement figures, especially those involved in Revisionism, do have a high degree of specialized knowledge within certain very narrow fields, such as Constitutional esoterica or the Third Reich period in Germany. But while they may be able to wax abstruse on obscure points of common law which the Federal judiciary of today simply ignores or rattle off the name of every SS division and every Jew who was ever involved in Marxism, by and large any in-depth historical scholarship is almost entirely lacking within the Movement.

But our reluctance to face up to the reality of armed struggle's pivotal role in social and political change goes beyond these immediately apparent causes. It reaches into the deep-rooted psychological malaise which has pervaded the entire White racial resistance movement thoughout the Western world since 1945. This psychological and spiritual condition is difficult to quantify.

The late Dr. Revilo Oliver once posed the famous question: "Have we, the men of the West, lost the will to live?" Down through the years I have often observed that the White man in America seems to be in the grip of a kind of collective death wish, a mysterious and inexplicable will to failure.

I am by no means the first to notice this phenomenon. One of the best articles the late Bob Miles ever wrote was in the aftermath of the Fort Smith sedition trials of 1988, when he pointed out in his "From the Mountain" newsletter that the acquittals in that despicable charade, instead of heartening us and encouraging more activism, resulted in an avalanche of sullen defeatism, smears, carping and dog-in-the-manger petty bickering throughout the Movement.

Bob pointed out something which is crucial to understanding why we have gotten virtually nowhere for the past two generations. Over and above the preponderance of outright fraudulent leadership who are in it for the money, the Movement has been controlled for years by elements who are deeply pessimistic, defeatist, lazy, lethargic and mired in profound depression over Aryan man's terrible present situation and our more terrible prospects for the future. We are an army of Eeyores.

An Important Distinction

[This is from an old essay I wrote many years ago entitled The Struggle That Dare Not Speak Its Name. - HAC]

Bear in mind the essential difference between direct action and the stupid illegal act.

Direct action is an overt act which inflicts serious damage against the enemy through the loss of important personnel or resources; an act which improves the Movement's image as serious revolutionaries to be treated with the respect which comes from the capacity to use force successfully; which demoralizes and confuses the enemy and correspondingly strengthens the morale of the Movement and the White population as a whole. Finally, the most critical component of direct action is that the persons carrying it out are not apprehended or punished by the forces of the state.

By contrast, the stupid illegal act is usually carried out spontaneously, with little or no prior planning, often under the influence of alcohol. It is directed against minor targets such as street niggers, individual faggots or race-mixers, etc. who are no real loss to the system, there being plenty more where they came from. Finally, the perpetrators are almost always immediately arrested and given crushing prison sentences, thus boosting the enemy's morale and bolstering the deterrent effect of the establishment's crumbling legal machinery, giving it a gloss of efficiency which it does not in fact possess.

The Way

It is better to die on one's feet than to live on one's knees.

The Obamanation

Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world
Like a Colossus, and we petty men
Walk under his huge legs and peep about
To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
Men at some time are masters of their fates:
The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,
But in ourselves, that we are underlings.

-Julius Caesar, Act I, Scene 2

To Make Them Stop

The essential purpose of assassination in the context of today's society would not be so much vengeance, or punishment, or to "make a statement," or to commit an act of "propaganda of the deed" as the lefties call it. The purpose of assassination these days is simply to make them stop. To make these asshole politicians and the bureaucrats and media intellectuals and other assorted creeps stop doing what they are doing.

Nothing else seems to work. Elections don't work when there are no meaningful candidates on the ballot, and we end up with a doofus like John McCain on the Republican ticket, courtesy of the Diebold Corporation. Ballots don't work when your vote isn't counted by Diebold. Democracy doesn't work when it requires millions of dollars to buy your way in--even the Sea Hag herself has had to go $11 million dollars in debt in her own money over and above what her votaries contributed. (Rumor has it she's now got her palm out to BO to be reimbursed for that money as a condition for her dropping out of the race. Hillary herself gets her money back; the old feminist bags and other little people who contributed to her campaign can go jump in a lake. They're out their money.)

The purpose of assassination isn't even to make them listen to us. We don't want the politicians to listen to us. Listening is no good if they don't do what we say, like they're supposed to, since they allegedly work for us. We want them to stop doing what they're doing. A dead politician cannot steal. A dead politician cannot lie. A dead politician cannot betray. A dead politician cannot ignore us and hold us in contempt any more. A dead politician can't fuck anybody over any more. There is simply no substitute for a bullet in the head to make them stop.

Welcome To The South Park of the Internet

A couple of days ago, that desiccated liberal bitch Hillary Clinton finally admitted in a newspaper interview in South Dakota something I think we have all kind of suspected for some time, that being that one of the reasons she's hanging on to the Democratic presidential primary race like grim death is that she's waiting for somebody to come along and waste the stupid coon, thus eliminating her competition in the most final manner possible.

An assassin might do this out of a lust for glory and immortality or out of genuine racial idealism and patriotism in order to spare the country the unspeakable disaster of an Obama presidency. They might do it because Bill or Hillary hired them to do it, although I think the Sea Hag is in fact too cagey to get traceably involved in any of the actual wet work; she's never been short flunkies for that purpose. They might do it purely to get their 15 Minutes, even at the expense of their own lives, kind of an American Idol experience, Tim McVeigh chic being better than none. Or the assassin might be just plain nuts. There's a lot of that going around. This is, after all, Amurrica, and we are an insane people.

But the point is, this is Amurrica, and if Hillary gets to make public reference to BO biting the big one, then so do we. That's what this blog is for. Consider this blog the South Park of the internet. South Park gets to talk about excrement, deviate sex, vomit, farts, dancing turds, and general filth in ways never before seen on TV.

But also, in between the toilet humor and the mice being inserted up faggots' asses, the show gets to talk about Jews and niggers and Mexicans and the Sea Hag and the war, and other forbidden political and racial topics in ways that would never be tolerated by any of the talking heads on the cable news shows. South Park's purpose in the scheme of things seems to be to push the envelope, to see how far they can go, to see what they can get away with. That's essentially the purpose of this blog.

In ancient and medieval times, one of the worst and most treasonable offenses was to speak of the death of the king. That's what we're going to do here. We are going to speak of the death of our (apparently) newly appointed Nubian Lord and Master and his bubble-lipped, prognatheous-jawed consort, Michelle My Belle, whom I swear to God does in fact look like the result of the interbreeding of a man and one of the larger primates. If Obama wins (or should I say when, since it seems to have been decided already) Michelle My Belle will unquestionably go down in history as the ugliest First Lady ever to defile the East Wing with her goat-smelling carcass.

We are going to speak of the death of de O-Man and his ho', and there will be no disclaimers, no coy protests about this or that niggling little loophole to try and pretend that we're not saying what anyone with two brain cells will be able to understand that we're saying.

A Barack Obama presidency would be the worst and most unmitigated disaster in United States history, for reasons which should be obvious to anyone with the intelligence of grapes. There are millions of White Americans who long to see this gibbering porch monkey and his rancid consort dead.

They don't have the guts to do it, of course. Let's face it, Barack Obama could stroll unarmed and unguarded right across the cow pasture at a Klan rally, get up on the podium and make a speech about "change," and there does not exist in this country any more a single White male who has the physical courage to raise a hand against him. As far as any actual attempt at assassinating Obama, it ain't gonna happen. White men don't kill their enemies any more, and everybody from the Secret Service on down knows it. The government's enforcement agencies know we're a joke, even if we pretend not to.

But we can dream. I'm not saying that to be funny. A people in chains can still dream of freedom, even if they can no longer comprehend what it means to be free. We no longer have the courage to act--but a few of us may still have the courage to speak of our dreams.

This blog is for them.

First Post

First post, test. Like, far out, man. Bang, you're dead!