Sunday, September 24, 2017

Radio Free Northwest - September 28th, 2017


http://northwestfront.org/2017/09/radio-free-northwest-september-28th-2017/ 

Gretchen, Trucker, more envelope-pushing Brandenburg commentary from HAC.

Thursday, September 21, 2017

More On The 10 X 1000 Plan


Just got another package from you guys with an envelope presumably for my contribution, how much shall I send?

-John B.
California

Okay, I've talked about this before in the orglet and I think a couple of times on RFN, but it looks like I need to run it down for you folks on the Northwest Revolution e-mail list. Bear with me. This will take some time. I'll use it as a canned answer for when this question comes up again.

Basically, there are two ways to bring about change in this society: money and the gun. We lack the physical courage, the moral strength, and the organizational competence to use the gun. That leaves money.

All politics in the Western world and particularly in North America revolves around money, as witness the 2016 election. I make no apologies for asking you for it. The Northwest Front has to have it. There are no fat cats. There are no secret caches of Nazi gold hidden in Switzerland. (The old Party used to get that a lot.) There is no miraculous multi-level-marketing scam or "start a business" scheme that will fund the Party without anybody having to open their wallets and their checkbooks. These ideas have actually been tried in the past, and they're crap. (Do you have any idea what it takes to run a successful small business in this de facto socialist society?)

One of the marks of the true White nationalist alternative has always been that its orgs and factions have been bitterly, crushingly poor, to the point where the possession of mysterious and unexplained funds on the part of a group or an Induhvidual has always been suspicious, usually correctly so. One of the marks of an informer has always been that he has no known visible means of support, but he always seems to have money from somewhere.

This is unnecessary, in theory at least. There is no need at all, no excuse at all, for any White nationalist group or movement to be underfunded. The solution is simple. Instead of getting a lot of money from a few people, you get a little money from a lot of people. The problem is, this is where we run headlong smack-dab into the issue of character. More on that later.

The internet is the first mass medium of communication we have ever had access to, and it has attracted tens of thousands of new people to our ideas and causes and groups. Last year the Party's three major web sites received an average of between four and five thousand hits per week, and my personal Thoughtcrime blog is now almost at one and a half million cumulative hits. By internet standards that's chicken feed, true, but hey--thousands of people are thousands of people.

Allowing for a certain pruning of those stats to eliminate visitors who are black, brown, Jewish, sodomitic, left-loonies, multifarious cops, SPLC monitors, media, and otherwise completely useless, then adding in a very hard-to-assess additional number for Thoughtcrime and not forgetting my 1400 Twitter followers, I think it's not too far off the mark to say that the Party has an audience or circle of acquaintance of around 5,000 sincere White nationalists of varying degrees. That is to say White people, mostly male but some extraordinary women as well, who at least wish us well and success in our endeavors.

The problem is that. being Americans, the bulk of these 5,000 people basically regard the Party and its outreach programs as a form of entertainment. They get all of it they want for free on the internet, and so they see no reason why they should contribute financially.

Suggestions have been made, some sincere and some Dutch Uncle-style, about how Hurrold gotta do this and Hurrold gotta do that in order to monetize our propaganda operation and make all these deadbeats pony up. There is merit to some of these ideas, and there are actually ways we could do this or that if we were better set up and we had reached Square One--which, er, we kind of need money to do. Catch 22.

Monetizing our internet is a topic which will require lengthy discussion at another time, once the NF has been able to stabilize through the Great Project, and has something by way of plant and staff upon which we can build long-term structures. That situation does not as yet obtain. [I should add that this was originally written before the great Soronic de-platforning and de-monetizing offensive post-Charlottesville.]

The NF version of all this is called the 10 X 1000 Plan. The object is to recruit one thousand (1000) Class A White people who do not view the NF as entertainment and who believe sufficiently to undergo a small amount of personal inconvenience for the 14 Words, specifically donating $10 per month to the Party in the form of voluntary dues. In other words the first, simplest off-internet, real-world assistance anyone can render the Republic.

Anyway, the introductory packet most of you were sent at one point would have contained a green form for something called the Northwest Pioneer Association or NPA. This gets into the incredible vexéd question of what constitutes "Party membership," which is another long and Byzantine-complex question wherein I try to give people what they want while avoiding certain catastrophic errors of the past. That's a digression I won't get into here. It's actually covered in the White Book

Suffice it to say that NPA has not in fact gone "tits up" as one Idaho comrade put it. It is still alive, but not in very good health. The NPA does not provide the warm and fuzzies that gregarious White Amurrican consumers want, like nifty membership cards they can flash around to their buddies and try to impress girls with. Or secret decoder rings. [Sigh] Jeez, don't get me started ...

Where was I? Yes. Let us take this hypothetical 1,000 Class A's who are so fanatically dedicated to the 14 Words that they are willing to give up the price of a six-pack of beer and a few Slim Jims every month for the cause. They send in their ten dollars. That's $10,000 the Party gets every month, for which we could at long last obtain a secure and stable work platform.

Twice a year, in the spring and the fall, there would be the traditional rite-wing fund appeals. These days anybody can find $100 for something he really cares about, usually a hobby or a new toy. Assuming all 1000 of our "members" send in a C-note, that would mean the NF had an income of $320,000 per year, an income which would then begin generating more income. One historic financial truism is that money attracts more money.

One thousand people out of a population of over 300 million. $320,000 per year. That's our Party, that's our revolution, that's the Northwest American Republic. Just a thousand guys willing to take a sawbuck out of their wallet.

The Northwest Idea is solid, true, and strong. Always remember, we are right. Once the NF gets to Square One and passes the tipping point, reaches that very low ignition point, then we've won. One thousand guys who are willing to pass on the brew one night a month. $320,000 per year ... less that what Hillary Clinton spent on any single day of her two-year campaign ... Jesus Christ! So close! So close! ...

One we get the secure work platform, I'd hire one new hand, the first one besides me--I'm not sure whether he would be the Unicorn, the Harold Clone PA I have spoken of in the past so longingly, (and who might not exist), or else a really crackerjack IT guy who could use the new space to set up a for-real internet transmission station and propaganda creation unit so we wouldn't be dependent on a few ancient machines ...

Sorry. Daydreaming again.

-HAC

Wednesday, September 20, 2017

No Justuce For The Politically Incorrect


by Edgar J. Steele
July 2, 2002
 
Below is the text of a press release I sent out following a court hearing this morning which ends the long ordeal of the Christines in Grants Pass, Oregon.

* * *
 
Brian and Ruth have agreed to "plead out" to a single charge each of criminal mistreatment. This doesn't mean they "did it." On the contrary, they have agreed to this for three reasons:
 
1. To prevent any of their children being brought back to take the stand and testify against them as the Douglas County prosecutor had little Lydia do in the kidnapping trial we went through in May. When she gets older, the psychological trauma of realizing that it was her testimony that sent her parents to prison will be substantial. Even in the face of a system that has repeatedly brutalized them, the Christines have once again demonstrated what we have known all along: they are good parents.
 
2. Because, by pre-agreement, all the time the judge assessed will be "served" concurrent with the time they received in Douglas County. This means that the time sentenced is irrelevant. That they each have another felony on their record is also of little consequence, in the face of what has already been done to them.
 
3. After their experience with the Douglas County jury, the Christines rightfully did not trust either judge or jury to treat them properly this time, either. Can't say I blame them.
Yet another example of what has become a mantra for me: the politically incorrect cannot get justice in America today.
 
Are you home schooling? Are you Christian? Are you vegetarian? Are you politically conservative (no, not the neocon kind)? Do you ever spank your children? Are you barely scraping by, financially? If you have young, white children and can answer yes to one or more of the above, you are seriously at risk from the child protective services agency in your state. Right and wrong has nothing to do with it.
 
I got a call last Saturday afternoon as I working in my study at home from the neighbor of a friend who lives just over the border in Washington State. Seems "someone" had phoned in an "anonymous" tip to the authorities about his children (he has four, aged 2 through 7). Fortunately, nobody was home when CPS came calling in the company of a sheriff's deputy. They left cards.
 
This fellow had heard of what could happen and was terrified. Seems he had a bit of a dispute going with a neighbor. Do the math.
 
Since no court had yet acquired jurisdiction over any member of his family (that typically comes once they trump up something with which to charge the parents), I was able to tell him the following: Put your children and as many of your important possessions as you can into your station wagon and leave the state before nightfall. Never come back. Have a friend pack and send the rest or have a yard sale. Hire a real estate agent to sell your house for you. Call in Monday morning and quit your job. Start a new life elsewhere.
 
Extreme? Not at all. Houses, friends and jobs are easy to find. Children are irreplaceable. Once you are in the "system," you stand a very real chance of ending up like Brian and Ruth Christine. Staying out of the system is, by far, the best solution.
 
Once CPS ["Child Protective Services"] comes calling, the only way to ensure you stay out of the system is to get out...right then. Usually, CPS will come by at least once before seeking any court orders. That will be your one chance to stay out of the system, by doing just what I told the hapless fellow above to do.
 
Once you are in the system (which can happen on the first visit, if you let them in the door), the only  way out is to play by the rules. That was where Brian and Ruth went wrong.
 
If you are home when they come, never, never, never, never, never let them in the door without a warrant signed by a magistrate. Make them show it to you. Never talk to them. These cases are usually constructed out of the parents' own statements. Make them stand on the porch. Show them the kid through the window to demonstrate he or she is ok. Tell them to get a warrant before they come back again. Same drill, even if a cop is standing next to them. Do not believe anything they tell you - they must have a warrant to enter your home. When they leave, take no more than two hours to pack and get out. You must leave the state altogether and forever.
 
Once you are served with a warrant or you or any child is taken into custody, you are in the system (because you ignored the basic rule of getting out) and your only real hope is to get a lawyer well acquainted with CPS and the child-custody courts.
 
Remember these basic rules and you will be able to keep your children in an increasingly hostile and tyrannical America.
 
Please note that the Christine kidnapping trial will be televised by CourtTV, starting July 15, 2002 ( see press release, below, for details). They tend to broadcast these as though taking place right then, but without all the boring stuff. I (and others, I expect) will be providing some live commentary as the production goes along.
 
Please go to www.pclu.org and order one or more Christine trial T-shirts. We have 90 of them left, in sizes from small to extra large. We have reduced the price to $18 each, including shipping, in hopes that will clear them out. All proceeds go to defraying the cost of the pending appeal in Brian and Ruth's case.
 
-ed
 

Sunday, September 17, 2017

Radio Free Northwest - September 21st, 2017


http://northwestfront.org/2017/09/radio-free-northwest-september-21st-2017/ 

HAC puts some bad ideers in yer noggins.

Friday, September 15, 2017

Federal Investigators I Have Known


by Bill White

I have been reading the book Blood of Patriots, a federal informant genre biography, the kind of book where some pathetic scumbag recruited by the FBI tells the exciting story of how he "took down" some harmless person with unusual ideas, magnifying the "threat" he faced several times over in the process.

In this case, I know the details of the operation the author was involved in, and I know that like most informants, he primarily targeted other informants and really was just a paid actor in an FBI fantasy, not a key player in the takedown of a real and dangerous organization. But the book is interesting, as such books always are, as they give insight into not only the personalities and motivations of the scumbags recruited by the FBI, but also the methods by which such scumbags are recruited, directed, an  manipulated, by their FBI handlers. Given a choice, I prefer the "former federal agent" genre, something like the very educational No Angel, but all perspectives on these operations have value.

In any case, perusing this pathetic sack of crap's writings recalls to mind the other pathetic sacks of crap with which the FBI and their "private" assistants of various sorts plagued me with over the years (and would still like to plague me, if they didn't realize that I've been on to them for more than a while.)  What I find most interesting is the approaches that the informants make. It is always the same thing:  the FBI has someone who doesn't like the target for personal reasons and encourages the person to call the other person up and pretend to "bridge the gap" or otherwise mend relations. This is one of the reasons that I don't get angry at White nationalists who don't accept my apologies or resume talking to me when I sincerely try to make up for some of the errors of my misguided younger years. I would be suspicious of me, too.

After "bridging the gap," the informants generally let the other person run their mouth. As only people with serious psychiatric or personality disorders blather on about the crimes they have committed, or are going to commit, or want to commit, the people that the FBI ends up targeting aren't generally actual criminals, but merely people who don't have the good sense not to give voice to their fantasies.

Many of the tactics and techniques I've read about in these books I can relate back to people who have targeted me.  For instance, the approach of the informant in this book is almost exactly like the approach I had from Brian Holland one evening in Roanoke (though Holland had never had a negative encounter with me.)  And the "bridge the gap" technique is something that the FBI tried to instruct a friend of mine (who may have been mad at me over something, I don't know) to use on me perhaps a decade ago. As I have remarked with others, the FBI is really very limited in their range. They have scripts, and they stick to those scripts. So once you know the scripts you can recognize them, and you can pick out the FBI and their inept scumbag informants, about a mile away. And I do.

Anyways, my thoughts go back to 2004, when I first began to invest in property in Roanoke, Virginia.  No matter what various nutballs have said, my real estate business was not part of some grandiose scheme to ethnically cleanse southwest Roanoke. My business was part of a plan to make money. And when you can buy a duplex for $30,000 and rent it out for $10,000 a year in adjusted gross income, that's a good investment. In fact that is what I did, all day long, every day.  (Where I ended up going wrong was accumulating too many abandoned properties as inventory for my construction business, and having a business model that depended on the stability of the housing market at a time when the housing market crashed. Plus, also, getting ripped off by a contractor on a big job, and marrying the wrong woman. These things don't bother me -- life is full of problems, and you learn as you go.)

Anyone who thinks back that long (most folk probably won't bother) will recall that there was a big campaign to run me out of business that was ultimately initiated by Erica Hardwick, a U.S. Marshals and likely FBI informant, conducted and/or, coordinated, by the FBI itself.  Now, at the time that I started buying houses, I was at best marginally involved in White nationalism. Had Hardwick not gone after me, I probably would have abandoned political activity. But it was not useful to the government, and the FBI, for me to abandon my political activities. So they did everything they could to push me deeper into it.


First, they had the local newspaper run phony articles claiming that I was involved in "racism" against my tenants. Then they had their private housing agencies send out "housing testers" to try to prove that I was discriminating in my housing business.
 

In reality I was doing no such thing. I bought properties that were occupied by people who were very marginal -- more marginal even than the people I later made my business renting to. Being marginal petty criminals, these people were willing to tell any lie that came into their head to make a few dollars. When they were invited to make phony claims of "racism," the ones who were not paying their rent  had no problem filing phony complaints that they were being evicted because of "racism" and not because they were refusing to pay their rent.

The Roanoke Housing Agency then got involved by refusing to tender Section 8 checks to me, a move which ultimately ended in the eviction of the one Section 8 tenant I inherited. These scumbags tried to get one over on me, and they got themselves thrown out of their homes. Had they paid the rent, there never would have been a problem.

During this period of intense harassment, various unusual and obvious persons would pull up and try to rent houses from me. I remember one blonde woman with a short, dikey haircut who came up to me, and tried to chit-chat about how she had a black husband who was also "a cop." Apparently the feds had not realized that I had abandoned and renounced anarchism some five years earlier (when I was 21) and decided that I was still a teenager publishing caricatured anti-government literature.

As to the black husband, half of the scumbags in that neighborhood were cracked-out shadows of human beings with interracial spouses;  in fact, race-mixing and drug addiction are generally two things that go closely hand in hand. So as long as she paid the rent, I didn't give a damn what she did with her time. But I didn't say anything. She was obviously an informant, her overture was clumsy and blatant, and because I truly in my heart did not give a damn what she did with her time, I had nothing to say to her.

This latter characteristic, I think, has always been the biggest problem for the FBI in their pathetic efforts to lure me into various plots: I truly do not care what other people think or do with their time. I am used to people coming up to me and making pronouncement that are bizarre, delusional, nonsensical, or just plain offensive. As long as they do not involve me, I do not care. 


I don't need other people to think like I do. I don't have to make pronouncements at other people to validate my own self.  I write. If people want to read it, they do. If not, they don't. I like it when people publish my material. But I do not need people to do so. That difference is what sets me aside from, say, the typical kook that the FBI entraps in a "terror" plot.  The kooks need to get other people roped into their fantasies to validate themselves. I don't need or want any sort of validation from others.  (I will also note that this is why the FBI had to use fabication and perjury to put me into prison; they could never drag me in with their clumsy scenarios, so they cheated.)

The dikey blonde woman was then followed by another set-up which I always loved. In my neighborhood, the average income, when I started buying property, was $14,000 a year.  If a person made $18,000, they generally qualified to rent from me. If they made $24,000 or $30,000, a year for the entire household, they were an ideal tenant. If they made under $10,000, I had a few efficiencies that could accommodate them. And even with such low standards, I frequently had to turn away people who found the income qualification too high.

So into this neighborhood, I get a white family, dressed in dirty, beat-up clothes, who pulled up in a dirty beat-up van. When I gave them an application, they claimed to make $50,000 a year.  They left, and ten minutes later a negro couple pulls up in a mid-size car, very cleanly dressed, wanting to look at the same apartment. They also claimed to make $50,000 a year. It was the most obvious "tester" setup that I had ever seen.

To be frank, for all the blathering in the Roanoke Times about the West End being "historically African American," it was not. It was a 50% White, 50% black crack den, with most of the blacks living on the other side of Patterson Avenue near the Hurt Park housing project and/or coming into the neighborhood across the railroad bridge from Northwest (where there was another housing project.)

My side of Patterson Avenue was filled primarily with crack addicts, and the occasional crack house set up by Roanoke's negro gangs. Thus, while many poor Whites rented in the West End because they couldn't afford to go anywhere else, and some more middle class Whites would rent there for a month or two because they didn't know the neighborhood, no negro family earning $50,000 a year was going to rent in the West End.


Anyways, reading the transparent, scripted efforts of the informant in the book I'm reading to get information out of others reminded me of these transparent, scripted efforts to show that I was "discriminating" in my housing all of those years ago.  Having been reminded, I thought I would share some old FBI stories -- not because I need to blow my horn or convert anyone to my point of view, but because I enjoy writing and sharing the humor of the scum who control this illegitimate internationalist entity, and hope those who read this will share in the common fun. 

Thursday, September 14, 2017

Trump & the Dems

Sorry, I'm getting so hung up on Twitter, Gab et. al. that I'm neglecting Old Faithful here. I may have to start treating this blog like another form of social media just so I can keep it up.

Some people are moaning about Trumpeldor playing footsie with the Democrats. Personally, I think it's a scream ... if he's doing it deliberately and not just his usual floundering and flailing. The RINOs had their chance, now let's see if he can get any mileage out of the cringeing liberals who are so eager to get their power back they'll even take some of it from the hated Trump. Be interesting to see what they're willing to trade away to get their snouts back into the trough.

Monday, September 11, 2017

Radio Free Northwest - September 14th, 2017

http://northwestfront.org/2017/09/radio-free-northwest-september-14th-2017/ 

The third anniversary of the judicial murder of north Idaho attorney Edgar J. Steele.