E-Mail Exchange Between Andy Donner and Evan McClaren

[The following is an exchange of e-mails between Andy Donner of the Northwest Front and Evan McLaren of the National Policy Institute, on the dates noted. These have been edited by me for typos and minor punctuation, and Mr. McLaren’s personal information has been redacted so he doesn’t claim we’re trying to sic an army of trolls on him by doxxing him. - HAC] 

Andy Donner to Evan McLaren. September 14, 2017

Mr. McLaren,

I trust you are well.  Thank you for giving me this opportunity.  I apologize again for the delay in answering your question.  In the interests of writing no more than appropriate, I'll stick to answering your immediate question.  I am with the Northwest Front (a.k.a. the Party) out of Seattle and it is our objective to create an independent, all-white nation state in the Pacific Northwest.  Without going into great detail, this is firstly because an ethnostate is necessary to stave off White Genocide and secondly, because the various considerations of what such an ethnostate would require both for its creation and continued existence dictates that it would be the Pacific Northwest where this must take place.  I'll be candid and confess this is the last and only option available to our race if we intend to survive past the next few decades but it is not at all desirable from the standpoint of preference because it is inconvenient, difficult, and dangerous.  The core questions one might ask about this proposal are, "could we," "should we," and "are we?"  I'll do my best to be brief about these issues.

I initially encountered the Northwest Imperative (or Butler Plan) seven years ago while living in Kansas City shortly after becoming a White Nationalist.  Initially, I opposed it for reasons of whether or not it was feasible to actually pull off such a feat.  Even at that early date, it was obvious that no other option was available to White Nationalists on the North American continent and no in the Movement even bothered to pretend otherwise with the exception of a few absurd plans involving system politics.  I had to examine the issues of "could we" and "should we" for myself and I will briefly summarize.  It's worth noting that I decided I was morally obligated to participate in the Northwest Imperative and I arrived in Seattle in late 2011 where I have lived since.

Firstly, could we?

The answer, after reviewing all relevant historical material on the matter, is certainly yes.  This is the portion of the NF's program that is somewhat difficult to discuss openly, but it is within the law to discuss what I think would be a good idea in theory.  I'm quite plain about my belief that it would be a good idea for the Pacific Northwest to be forcibly removed from the existing power's grasp so that a new nation state can be created.  Our own country was created through similar methods and several others have been both just inside and just outside of living memory.  For easily accessible material about this process, I recommend the films The Patriot and Michael Collins.  I spent time working through quite a bit of written material by people who actually pulled this off for themselves and there isn't any reason White Nationalists couldn't do this for themselves if they were so motivated.  I can provide a list of that material on demand.  That said, why do this?

Secondly, should we?

An honest individual will have an easier time with this part of the case for the Butler Plan.  In truth, system politics and use of democracy hasn't been feasible for a few decades now.  This goes doubly so for White Nationalists who have been given many examples during said decades which confirm we do not actually have political rights anyone is concerned with.   

And even if we did, what would this get us?  Every attempt at either creating an ethnostate or returning the US to some sort of condition we would consider acceptable must immediately make plain the method by which it intends to right the demographic damage which passed the point of no return many years ago.  This is important to note because even if by some political miracle all non-White immigration were to be suddenly halted, the existing trend at this very moment is such that the final White births fit to call a generation are happening right now and we are on track (again, even in the context of this miracle) for racial extinction well before this century is out.  The various non-White elements and other undesirables are not simply going to cooperate with being made to remove themselves under any circumstances (either a pro-White government making them leave or else open race war.)

There is, in any analysis of any proposal one could make, no peaceful political solution on the path to anything resembling an acceptable ethnostate solution.  That being the case, the honest individual I mentioned will conclude that not only is there the issue of physically removing elements which cannot be present in an ethnostate, but removing ZOG's ability to subject White people to its laws.  The most likely scenario any desirable ethnostate will have to exist in colonial territory ZOG is willing to let go of because an assault on the system as a whole will be resisted to the last whereas a limited acquisition of unimportant regions is far more likely to succeed (as history has shown.)   

There is also the issue of whether or not such a new nation will have what it needs to exist and be defensible.  I won't spend time on this any further since the details could fill volumes, but the summary of it all is simply that only the Pacific Northwest is a fit location for the ethnostate which almost every White Nationalist I've spoken to agrees we need.

Thirdly, are we (actually doing this?)

Honesty compels me to be entirely candid here, but thankfully, this candidness is easily extended to all of White Nationalism and even our race as a whole.  Universal objectivity, sadly, isn't very kind to anyone with our politics right now and likely won't be for some time.  For starters, I personally am certainly doing everything I can to create the sort of infrastructure the Party needs to bring the Northwest American Republic into existence since I came here to participate.  Others make their Northwest Migration to the proposed Homeland all the time, though not in the numbers we would like.   

Overall, the Party has estimated that we will require one thousand dedicated volunteers to form a functional revolutionary entity.  Again, discussing the details of this are a somewhat challenging thing to do when, like us, one values legality as a tactic to maintain functionality in society.  The NF's founder, Harold Covington, wrote a series of novels describing the most likely version of events - with special emphasis on the character of the people involved - based on how these things are historically pulled off.  If you're interested, PDF copies are freely distributed when they are requested.

Since this has gone on long enough, I'll be as brief as possible and then wrap up.  It's entirely true the Party isn't nearly as far along in the Butler Plan as it should be and the bulk of this fault is on us.  That said, there are more than enough dedicated and sincere White Nationalists able to assist that if they were to do so (as I believe they are morally obligated to do,) I genuinely do not believe we would fail (mostly for reasons involving the weakened and decaying state of America and its empire.)   

So what gives?  As I have been honest about our situation, I am entitled to be honest (even though it is downright unflattering) of the situation in which the rest of White Nationalism finds itself.  Truth be told, there isn't anything of genuine substance going on elsewhere, either, so the NF is not any worse off than any other Movement entity even though it is barely better at the best of times.  And I in no way mean this as a criticism, either.  I confess the Party harps about the lack of any other alternative, but this is more profound that most realize.   

Having no other plan to gauge themselves against, the rest of White Nationalism cannot (with a straight face) claim to have succeeded in any meaningful way because there is no failure condition present.  It's true that a handful of demonstrations and a massive online media presence are truly novel happenings, but without any purpose, they remain novelties (however impressive I am forced to admit they are.)

In truth, the actual problem we as a race have is that our character - for various reasons which I readily agree are not all our fault - has been warped and molded by the societies we see around us.  American White Nationalism has a history of drawing in the most damaged and immoral (or, sometimes, amoral) of our race.  It's true there are some very clear exceptions to this but they were eventually disabled by - among other things - those of poor character around them.  This has been documented by an anonymous Movement fellow who the above-board old hands still around (of which, to be entirely transparent, I am most certainly not one) agree knows their stuff.  This documentation exists in the form of A Brief History of the White Nationalist Movement and I'm happy to pass along a copy.   

We (and I mean White Nationalism at large, though the NF to a certain degree in particular) also face an additional (and sadly, very American) problem of newly racial people not understanding that they are going to have to solve their own problems.  Every White Nationalist outfit has "hit the wall" the NF is currently hitting because it is somehow expected that we (which, again, is the Movement as a whole) produce a "finished product" which makes it possible to solve the entire problem of White Genocide by some means (political or otherwise) without any of us needing to exert any effort.  This, purely in my opinion, is the largest hurdle any White Nationalist is going to have to overcome once we, collectively, are willing to accept that no political solution is available.

To wrap this up and answer the last portion of your request, no, the NF does not LARP.  I actually gave a long talk about this some years back on the Party's weekly podcast Radio Free Northwest.  Firstly, such a thing only serves to identify individual White Nationalists for personal defunctionalization and secondly, public demonstrations don't actually factor in to the strategies and tactics needed to actually create a new nation from liberated territory.   

In other words, they are all downside from our perspective.  I should also emphasize that any involvement with our sort of politics is deadly dangerous as the White Nationalist Idaho attorney Edgar Steele found out some years ago (to quote one example.)  If we weren't just as deadly serious about this, we wouldn't do what we're trying to do.

Is this the information you were looking for?  And if so, is it of any interest?  I'm happy to provide more information as needed, but I'd prefer to stop talking now since, while focused, I have taken entirely too much of your time and I would prefer to know I'm not wasting it.

Thank you.

Evan McLaren to Andy Donner, September 14, 2017

Frankly, it's not the information I was looking for.

I understand the ethnostate and it is the ultimate goal towards which I am driving.

My question is very simple and direct: what are you doing, personally? The goal of the ethnostate is before you, and so to attain it you wake up each day and ... what? Paint a picture for me.

Again, this may sound glib or insulting, but I am serious. I want to understand the position from which you are judging, for example, our activity here at NPI.

Andy Donner to Evan McLaren, September 14, 2017

I have to insist I've actually answered your question, but since it's been asked again, I'll provide more detail, though not much.  Details don't serve here when I'm actually trying to address big picture issues.  It's not that you're asking an unfair question as such; my criticism is based entirely on the issue of whether or not you're asking the right question.  For discussion purposes, I'm quite happy to concede that NPI (and just for fun, the rest of the Alt. Right and White Nationalism) are better on an item-by-item basis.  The focus of my criticism was on the lack of a plan to govern these activities and productions.  But more on that later.

In general, what I do each day is attempt to bring a particular plan closer to fruition.  I specifically spend most of my time attempting to persuade otherwise decent White Nationalists that the Butler Plan is the only shot we have and that there's little point to doing much else.  That, in turn, spurs a fair bit of actual research into change management (yes, really) and media creation.  I will occasionally devote some effort to ideological education when we're faced with issues such as why Libertarianism isn't compatible with racial nationalism (or whatever the issue happens to be at the moment.)  In fact, quite a bit of the time I put in to the Party is conversations like this (which I will expand on shortly.)

In every relevant sense, my answer to your question is that "I'm following a plan which is known to bring about a tangible objective" and my basis for judging NPI (which I judge along with the rest of the Alt. Right and White Nationalism at large) is that no plan with even a partial chance for actually creating a White Homeland has ever been presented.   

I mentioned a history of White Nationalism and it's entirely apropos.  In fact, that same history reveals so-called White Nationalists cannot be taken to be result-oriented at all.  The overall outcome of all the massive (and again, admittedly impressive) things the White Nationalist Movement has produced is nothing more than "raising awareness," "spurring discussion," or some other variant on the "waking people up" trope which has been done so many times before that there's no reason to concern ourselves with it.

Returning to my primary concern, I can't help but chuckle when the Northwest Front or one of our associates is asked "what are you personally doing?" because the underlying assumption is that the Party and those involved in it are also merely repeating the previous decades of failure and don't have grounds for asking the question.

In truth, it's the other way around.  Those of us advocating Northwest Migration (which is the current active phase of the Butler Plan) all kept our mouths shut, brought ourselves here, got settled, and figured out what we each need to do to further the Party's objectives.  I'm not saying others in the Movement are doing nothing, but it's fairly obvious to those of us concerned with the outcome that they're not doing anything in service of an actual objective.

It's fine to say that White Nationalists want an ethnostate, but only the Butler Plan has explicitly defined an actual objective (as opposed to saying "an ethnostate is the goal") and how that objective could be realized.  Without that, whatever else is going on doesn't matter and White Nationalist history proves that beyond any doubt.

Earlier, I said much of my time goes into one-on-one conversations and occasionally group talks like this (some of which end up being Radio Free Northwest material.)  Most of the opposition the Party runs in to from the ever-present White character issue which immediately prevents taking the necessary actions to correctly involve oneself in developing a functional revolutionary Party.

That being the case, and this being one of "those" conversations, I need to ask a potentially vexing question.  I still assert that I actually answered you the first time (though, admittedly, in a very verbose way with due explanations) and I believe I was clear.  Was I as clear as I think I was?  If so, why you to deliberately sidestep my core concern?  If not, how would you suggest I alter that presentation?

Evan McLaren to Andy Donner, September 15, 2017

You answered a little more this time--you converse with people, and promote your plan through the media.

You have an explicit plan, the Butler Plan, that you indicate is the only one that makes sense.

But in order to execute a plan you need power, and people on your side. There are not enough people who support the Butler Plan, or any notion of an ethnostate, for it to be achieved. More people need to be inspired to believe in their own identity and destiny, and in the idea of the ethnostate, for this to be possible. This is the project at which our work here at NPI is directed.

Evan McLaren to Andy Donner, March 9, 2018

You never answered this email to explain what you find lacking in my responses yet complain on Twitter that our activity and telos are unserious and insubstantial. Remarkable. Why are we obliged to justify ourselves to you? Who are you?

Andy Donner to Evan McLaren, March 9, 2018

I decided there was very little point since you made it clear you wanted to side-step the issue of whether or not Spencer / NPI / any other relevant person or entity has some sort of end goal or plan to take the ethnostate out of the realm of theory.  This is what started the conversation in the first place and refusing to address that is entirely unserious and insubstantial (assuming one's objective actually is the ethnostate.)  If I've misunderstood what you're aiming for, then simply say so.

To be entirely frank, given Spencer (and NPI's) morally and ideological oddities (letting alone what may or may not be odd slips in unexpectedly candid moments on film) a certain amount of justification is required.  I went on a tiny rant about the important of ideological integrity and how a lack thereof has always been responsible for failures and embarrassments in White Nationalist history.  I won't bother repeating it here, though I will point out that there can't be discussion of any solution until everyone is on the same page and Richard Spencer is a key figure (though, to be fair, by no means the only one) holding this back.

NPI claims to speak for the interests of White people and they should expect White people to hold them accountable.  That goes double for someone wanting a prominent position (or even leadership status, if some deleted tweets are to be believed) when they have no program whatsoever to accomplish their stated goal while a perfection option exists that they ignore.

Evan McLaren to Andy Donner, March 9, 2018

I'd love to talk with you on the phone about this right now if you are game. You and Covington seek through your repetitive written non sequiturs to give the appearance the you've identified great lacunae and failings. Your tedium would not withstand a few minutes of oral, rather than just written verbal, conversation.

The truly outrageous moment today was Covington's brazen refusal even to attempt to justify his confidently-expressed claim that the Charlottesville lawsuit has cost NPI a great deal of money. I know otherwise, but the facts to not matter to either of you. Have the integrity to call me up and justify yourselves, or not.  [Telephone number redacted]

Andy Donner to Evan McLaren, March 9, 2018

Spencer (and, to lesser extent,) NPI's severe issues have been well-documented over years simply by tweets alone.  And all this was prior to anyone in the Movement calling him our for what was always morally questionable behavior.  Further, it has never been the NF that documented these things or even brought them to light.  Asking us to justify them isn't remotely honest.  And for discussion's sake, even if Spencer and NPI were entirely upstanding according to White Nationalist standards, there's still the very direct issue of claiming some sort of prominence without letting anyone in on what the goal is or how we're to get there.

If you would like to lay that on us, we're all ears since that's the single largest outstanding matter. A phone conversation isn't required to reply to this inquiry since ample opportunity is available where we ask on Twitter.

If you would like to ask Harold himself about the lawsuit question, his email is provided along with this response.

Evan McLaren to Andy Donner, March 9, 2017

Your repetitive prompts are conclusory and give the strong impression that you are unserious, bad-faith respondents. I might consider proceeding with some sort of dialogue if Harold admits that he cannot remotely substantiate his claim that the Charlottesville suit has cost NPI money. If not, then I doubt I can dismiss you insultingly enough. Let me know.

The Revolutionary Life - From Freedom's Sons, Part Two

Later on that night, Robert  Campbell stopped  by  his  sister’s  house,  the Chancellor’s official residence on  campus.  Jenny  was  getting her own children  to bed, and then she came down and joined her brother and her husband in the living room.  The  once  pretty  girl  had become  a  mature  and beautiful matron  of strength and  dignity,  and  Jason  was  now  entering  an  early   middle  age, which  one understood would be the prime of his life. 

“You know I always envied the hell out of you two,” Bobby confessed to them, although he’d said it before. “The lives you led with the NVA. I was just a kid at the time, and I know that like most kids I was romanticizing danger and violence and terror into some thing it isn’t. I’ve picked up that much in the cops. But now this thing has come up. I can’t tell you any of the details, and I can’t tell you why I of all people drew the short straw and got picked for  this,  but  I  guess  you  can  figure  out  that  I’m  not  going  undercover  to  bust  car thieves  or  burglary  gangs  in  Seattle.  I’m  going  Out  There,  and  it’s  going  to  be pretty hairy.”

“The Circus?” asked Jason.

“Yeah. I  want to  ask  you  two:  how  do  you  do  it?  How  do  you  move  and function  and  fight  and  survive  in  it  all?  I  imagine  it  must  be  like  a  diver  at  the bottom of the sea in one of those old-fashioned suits with the brass helmet and the air hose, having to watch every step and make sure you don’t get tangled or sucked into anything, but I don’t really know what that means. How do you do it? How do you get the job done and come back alive? I have a lot to come back to.”
 
“I know,” said Jason sympathetically.

“Any tips?” he asked.

“Rule  number  one,”  said  Jason.  “Stay  focused,  as  psycho-babblish  as  that sounds. Always be aware of your surroundings. Know where you are, know where everything is, know who is around you and where. When you go into a room, you register  every  single  person  in  it,  every  exit,  every  object.  Watch  people.  Every move they make, every word they say, every gesture, anything that marks them as a friend or a foe, or in most cases neither, just part of the shifting scenery. But you have  to  be  able  to  tell  the  difference.  You  start  drifting  or  daydreaming  about Millie  and  the  kids  and  you’ll  end  up lying  on  a  gurney  dressed  in  orange  with  a needle sticking in your arm, and they will never see you again.”

“Never  forget  who  you’re  supposed  to  be,”  said  Jenny.  “Be that person.  If you’re supposed to be Cherry Cahoon the trashed-out crack whore, you’re Cherry the  junkie.  If  you’re  supposed  to  be  Molly  Hansen  the  soccer  jock chick,  you’re  Molly  Hansen  down  to  your  socks  and  your  cleats.  If  you’re supposed to be Louise Benteen the junior U.S. Attorney,  you swing that briefcase right through the security checks
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“Keep  your  weapons  clean  as  a  whistle  with  just  enough  oil  so  they  will function,” said Jason. “When you need it, you’re going to need it in a split second, and  a  stoppage  means  death.  Always  carry  a  backup  gun,  something  small  like a .380  or  a  .22  that  will  fit  in  an  ankle  holster  or  a  pocket  or  even  up  your  sleeve. Don’t carry a knife unless you know what you’re doing, and you can use it without a second’s hesitation.”

“Any time you get a chance to go to the bathroom, take it, whether you need to  or  not,”  Jenny  told  him.  “Same  thing  with  sleep.  A  revolutionary  lives  on  cat naps.  No  drugs  to  stay  awake  and  don’t  touch  a  drop  of  booze  while  you’re working, which is always. Any of this sound helpful at all?”

“I guess,” said Bob. “I got all that in--well, I was taught. But mostly I just want to know how you did it, year after year, without going nuts?”

The two of them were quiet for a bit. “Bob,” Jason finally said, “I’m not sure how  to  put  this,  but during  thosea  years,  Jenny  and  I  were  both  scared  shitless most  of  the  time.  We  were  scared  of  death,  we  were  scared  of  prison  and  the waterboard  and  the  electrode  and  the  Dershowitz  needles,  and  above  all  we  were terrified  that  one  of  us  would  die and  the  other  would  have  to  live  on,  that  this house  and  this  life  and  those  kids  upstairs  would  never  be.  But  the  one  thing  we were  never  afraid  of,  not  ever,  was  that  we  would  lose.  The  NVA  and  the revolution were part of history and we were part of the NVA and the revolution. It was who we were, and we were that because we knew, we knew, that the survival of  our  race  was  the  will  of  God,  and  that  so  long  as  we  did  His  will  as  best  we could,  we  would  be  sustained. Someday  it  would  be  over,  and  the  world would be right again. When you know that in your soul, as we did, then once you get Out There, you’ll know what to do.”
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We Hit The Crystal Ball Again

 [Excerpted from NF Bulletin #14, March 2018]

I’m going to give you a rundown on some of the possible things we may be facing in the near and mid-term future, meaning any time from tomorrow to about ten years from now. Bear in mind that all of these scenarios need to be examined in the light of two possible internal developments within the Party and the White nationalist movement in general: either A) we finally get our act together; or B) we don’t. In order to begin making at least some eleventh-hour effort to start getting our act together, we need to exert some serious, thoughtful effort to predict what we will be dealing with. I need to begin with the whole ongoing Trump situation, because right now that is what is obsessing Team Soros to the point of gibbering.

I. The Fate of the Trumpeldor

It turns out that the leitmotif of this century-old crisis of civilization, as it heads toward its ultimate implosion, is one none of us ever expected. We thought that movie would be either 1984 or Mad Max. Instead, it’s looking like Jerry Springer.

Ever since I can remember, many kosher conservatives always had this pipe dream about how all our problems would be solved if we could just get a “good man” elected president. Well, that didn’t happen. We didn’t get a good man elected president, but we did get an interesting one. It says something that 14 months into his administration, I’m still not certain whether Donald Trump is an evil genius or an incredibly lucky buffoon, but it doesn’t really matter. What he is, is a genuine outsider, and the corrupt and senile established order is tearing itself apart trying to get rid of him. That titanic struggle of the Swamp to vomit forth the vile interloper and sink back into its accustomed state of odoriferous ooze will be the theme of the next several years.

First, I need to clarify completely my attitude toward Donald Trump. I’ve done this before, but like so much, it seems to need spaced repetition. Yes, I’m well aware that he is not and has never been one of us. I knew this, and said so repeatedly during the 2016 election. You may recall one of my first comments about him: “I’d like to see a lot more Huey Long there and a lot less P.T. Barnum.” That still holds true. Yes, I’m acutely aware of his many, many defects as a man and as a leader, not the least being his fawning subservience to the Jews and their shitty little country on the Mediterranean. For the first time in history there are Jews actually living in the White House as family members; that rumbling sound you hear is George Washington and Andrew Jackson turning over in their graves.

Yes, I’m aware of Trump’s partiality for the absolute worst elements in the conservative movement and the alt.right, including one of his former staff advisors who really did claim to be “one of us” and who was a former Pentagon spook and Goldman Sachs investment banker, for God’s sake! Yes, I’m aware Trump sometimes shows signs suspiciously like dementia in his tweets. Yes, I’m aware he is a sociopath who is quite capable of starting a nuclear war just to piss off the New York Times, a motivation I can relate to, but since I live in Seattle, which might get a North Korean nuke dropped on it if the fat boy in Pyongyang can get any of his toys to work, I admit the possibility does make me a bit twitchy. And yes, I am aware that even on his best days, Donald Trump is not part of the solution, at least not long term. He has bought us a breather, but it’s a breather we will probably pay for in blood one day in the not too distant future, possibly in a literal sense. When Team Soros in the form of the Democratic party finally overthrow him and once again seize back the power, their wrath against anyone who so much as posted a politically incorrect tweet during these years will be terrible and their vengeance maniacal.

All that having been said, I must once again remind you of what this deeply flawed and possibly barking mad man saved us from. I don’t think there can be any question that if the Hildebeest had been installed at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue for eight years, this country and possibly all that remains of Western culture and society would not have survived in any recognizable form. If the Clintons had won, that election would have been our last, in any meaningful or traditional sense. The Slow Coming Dark would have arrived.

Eight more years of—them—would have destroyed us; the border which Obama abolished with a stroke of his pen would have remained non-existent, and by ’24 the entire North American continent would be overrun with foreigners who would have been given the vote, along with the convicted criminals Florida is now trying to enfranchise. A one-party state similar to that of the PRI in Mexico would have been established. On November 8th, 2016, for the first time since 1945, Donald J. Trump actually rolled back the Slow Coming Dark, if only for a few years. Whatever colossal fuckup he may make in the future, let that wonderful moment when we watched the smirk wiped off Rachel Maddow’s face be forever remembered. That one night alone, in my opinion, has earned Donald Trump a resting place in a marble tomb with an eternal flame, after the bastards murder him. As they most likely will.

II. The Frenzy of the Beast

One need only read a few selected left-loon websites like Salon, Huffington Post, Slate and the Daily Beast to observe that Team Soros seems to have completely gone off the deep end. Trump’s very existence is a living insult to their monstrous egos, a mockery of their arrogant sense of privilege and entitlement, a cosmic middle finger extended under their elevated noses, a slap right in the face to their ingrained and never-until-now challenged, automatic assumption of their own moral superiority over the rest of us pale-skinned peasantry. They cannot let his election stand.

Their hatred for Donald Trump has long since passed all bounds of proportion or sanity; when one reads these columns of theirs, all you hear is one gigantic scream of hatred. “Kill him! Kill him! Oh, won’t someone besides me please kill him?” There is no doubt in my mind that the left-loons of the media—all the media, from Salon to MSNBC—are practicing what is known as “stochastic terrorism,” i.e. deliberately attempting to incite one or more of the many weak-minded, confused, and unstable people on the internet to murder the President of the United States and take the resulting lifetime in prison or the poison needle in his veins, while the internet pundit from Salon who spurred him on high-fives his or her colleagues and hits the fern bar, or goes home to heat up some microwave quiche and open a bottle of Chardonnay.

So far it hasn’t worked, although there appear to have been several half-assed assassination plots which were intercepted by the Secret Service or Trump’s private bodyguards. These included one especially interesting incident, where a former spook who was listed as dead turned up on an elevator in Trump Tower carrying a silenced and untraceable pistol. (That one disappeared off the radar in a hurry.)

Early on in Trump’s presidency I noted Soron’s frantic, hysterical determination to “fix the mistake of November 8th” (their words) i.e. make sure Trump does not complete his allotted four-year term, thus thwarting the will of the people and letting everybody know who’s still boss.  I pointed out they had two ways to do this: A) Kill him; B) Use the law to stage a quasi-legal coup d’état using either impeachment or the 25th Amendment.

This they are attempting to do via the glaringly politicized and corrupt Special Counsel investigation of Robert Mueller, but Mueller may not be able to fabricate any actual evidence that the president has snow on his boots. In any case, anything that came from the Mueller dog and pony show would have to wait until after the November mid-terms and a hypothetical, by-no-means-certain Democrat victory so that a Democrat-controlled House would vote articles of impeachment and a Democrat-controlled Senate, acting as jury in Trump’s trial, would vote to convict. It is highly doubtful that either chamber will lose its Republican majority, never mind both. But then there is also the possibility of Republican treachery from the McCains and Grahams and Ryans and McConnells and other RINOs, which is an imponderable.

Finally, there’s a possible variation on the theme, murder by stealth. There have been rumors floating around the internet—which are worth just that, rumors floating around the internet, no more no less—that Trump is being slowly poisoned by someone close to him, which accounts for some of his erratic behavior. A “natural” death would sure as hell solve a lot of problems for these reptiles. I know, it all sounds a little too ancient Rome or Renaissance Italy for today’s ambience, but when the wealth and power of a long-established political, cultural, and economic establishment is threatened, human beings down through history tend to react in pretty much the same ways to preserve that wealth and power.

III. How We Roll

So how does the Northwest independence movement roll during this time period, the few years (or maybe months) of breathing space we have remaining while Trump is in office, before his likely disappearance from the scene in a blaze of GUBU? Before all of a sudden we’re looking at some high-yellow or hate-maddened bitch like Kamala Harris or Elizabeth Warren crouched behind the desk in the Oval Office? (The Democratic machine appears absolutely determined to run a woman candidate in 2020 and doesn’t even seem to be considering any men at all.] 

1. Professionalize, professionalize, professionalize! I still don’t know how we’re going to do it, sans money and Class-A bodies physically here in the Northwest Homeland, but it has to be done. Either you guys have to come up with said pictures of Ben Franklin and said Class A’s, mature and serious adults fully committed to the creation of a new nation, or else we’re going to have to come up with a hell of work-around. 

If we can establish PPP (Permanent Physical Presence) with actual human beings instead of electronics, and use the internet to break out of our present bubble (my Twitter has been stuck on around 1600 followers for some months now), then we’ll have a chance. It is important not only to “red-pill” people with the Northwest Imperative and get them to Come Home, but we have to give them something to do when they get here. That can’t just be to sit up here in the Northwest and play on the internet like they could have done back in Milwaukee or Atlanta. We have to use the internet to let people know that we are here and what we believe, what solutions we have. But we can’t just ask them to move everything they have here and find nothing but a few old guys sitting in ratty tenement apartments. We have to be able to show them something when they get here.

I can still do that, but I need money and I need bodies. The cavalry really, really needs to come over the hill soon.

2. Build Trouble Trios. Every one of you reading this, whether in the Homeland or not, should concentrate on creating your own Trouble Trio (reference The Brigade), small affinity groups of serious, adult, committed White men and possibly a few extraordinary women. Affinity groups who live within half an hour’s drive of each other and who interface with one another on a regular basis in the real world, not on the internet.

3. Quietly accumulate legal firearms. Yes, that will give you some idea of just how serious I am. I have never been a Movement gun nut, and I have always avoided all the wild-eyed gun talk because of the attention it draws from bad people in authority and strange people in our own ranks. I also genuinely believed for many years that actual serious tactical discussion of firearms was premature. No more.

4) In the name of God, start planning your Homecoming! It is no coincidence that I recently chose Chapter V from Freedom’s Sons to read on Radio Free Northwest. Plan your migration to the Pacific Northwest now, and do it while you still can by driving down interstate highways and staying in warm motel beds every night and set up some kind of home and job and life to come to when you get here. Or else you may well have to do it like the Horakovas. 

5. Understand what it is we have to do. We have this ridiculous idea that winning an argument on the internet is the same as winning a revolution and securing the existence of our people and a future for White children. It is not.

In the first place, it's impossible to win an argument on the internet, because our enemies remain standing and keep on coming back, vomiting their crap all over us no matter what. It just goes on and on, world without end, while our situation out in the real world grows ever more dire. We have in fact already won the argument many times over, because we are right. Now the time has come to reap the fruits of that victory. We must compel these howling dogs to shut the fuck up and remain quiet, permanently. 

We really, really, really need to get this thing of ours off electronic screens and back into the real world. I say again, professionalize! That’s the first step toward taking this whole thing of ours back into the real world where real things happen. This is not The Matrix and we need to stop twisting and squirming and seeking some way to avoid the fact that some people are going to be hurt, and some of them will be us.

The Cotswolds Declaration of 1962

I. WE BELIEVE that an honest man can never be happy in a naked scramble for material gain and comfort, without any goal which he believes is greater than himself, and for which he is willing to sacrifice his own egotism. This goal was formerly provided by fundamentalist religions, but science and subversion have so weakened all traditional religions, and given man such an unwarranted, short-sighted conceit of his power over Nature, that he has in effect become his own God. He is spiritually lost, even if he will not admit it. We believe that the only realistic goal which can still lift man out of his present unhappy selfishness and into the radiance of self-sacrificing idealism is the upward struggle of his race, the fight for the common good of his people.

II. WE BELIEVE that society can function successfully, and therefore happily, only as an organism; that all parts benefit when each part performs the function for which it is best suited to produce a unified, single-purposed whole, which is then capable of out-performing any single part, the whole thus vastly increasing the powers of all the cooperating parts and the parts, therefore, subordinating a portion of their individual freedom to the whole; that the whole perishes and all of the parts suffer whenever one part fails to perform its own function, usurps or interferes with the function of another part, or like a cancer devours all the nourishment and grows wildly and selfishly out of all proportion to its task.
III. WE BELIEVE that man makes genuine progress only when he approaches Nature humbly, and accepts and applies her eternal laws instead of arrogantly assuming to ignore and conquer Nature, as do the Marxists with their theories of the supremacy of environmental influence over the genetic truth of race, special laws of biological equality for humans only, and their insane denial of the primitive and fundamental human institution of private property.
IV. WE BELIEVE that struggle is the vital element of all evolutionary progress and the very essence of life itself; that it is the only method whereby we have won and can maintain dominion over the other animals of the earth; that we must therefore welcome struggle as a means of testing and improving us, and that we must despise weaklings who run away from struggle. We believe that life itself is awarded by Nature only to those who fight for it and win it, not those who wish or beg for it as a right.
V. WE BELIEVE that no man is entitled to the services or the products of the labor of his fellow men unless he contributes at least an equal amount of goods or services of his own production or invention. We believe that the contribution by a member of society of nothing else but tokens called "money" is a fraud upon his fellows, and does not excuse a man capable of honest work of his responsibility to produce his share.
VI. WE BELIEVE that it is to the advantage of society to see that every honest man has freedom and opportunity to achieve his maximum potentials by preserving his health, protecting his from unforseeable and ruinous catastrophes, educating him to capacity in the areas of his abilities, and guarding him against political and economic exploitation.
VII. WE BELIEVE that Adolf Hitler was the gift of an inscrutable Providence to a world on the brink of Zionist -Bolshevik catastrophe, and that only the blazing spirit of this heroic man can give us the strength and inspiration to rise, like the early Christians, from the depths of persecution and hatred, to bring the world a new birth of radiant idealism, realistic peace, international order, and social justice for all men.
THESE SEVEN PRINCIPLES are the rock of our faith. With them, we shall move the world. The political party program we adopt, based on these principles, can and will change as events and facts change, as we discover better methods. But these seven principles are fundamental, absolute, and timeless truth. They will not change. We bind ourselves permanently and without reservation to these ideals, and the battle to establish them as the only scientific and realistic basis for human society.

PPP - Permanent Physical Presence

[Excerpted from NF Bulletin #13, February 2018]

Or PPPP if you like—Permanent Physical Presence through Professionalization. Yeah, still on that kick. I will be for a long time, until we achieve it.

 I have long been accused of having an Edifice Complex, which I suppose in a way I do. I am one of the few guys still around who remembers the pre-internet days, and who can tell you that yes, as many, many problems as we had, in many respects things were better done back then. We really do need to go Back To The Future.

Everyone seems to think I’m determined to set up some big huge National Alliance or Hayden Lake-style compound so far out in the boonies you have to hire a sherpa guide to find the place, so I can live on top of a mountain and think Great Thoughts, but that’s not it. I’ve been using the term “stable and secure work station” and that’s certainly what we need, but I think I’ve found a better, more big-picture type way to explain what I’m talking about. 

The eventual goal of the Party must be to establish a permanent physical presence of some kind in every Northwest community. Almost like the old union halls, there needs to be some place in any Northwest locality of any size or significance where the Tricolor flag flies in the sky. That is to say a known and visible off-internet, real-world presence consisting of tangible things and real live human beings, men whose names and faces are known in that community.

Not web sites. Not e-mail addresses. Not Twitter accounts with Japanese animé avatars wherein pale males use female screen names and pose as women, a pathology which has always baffled me. In other words, the Northwest Front has to stop hiding like all White nationalists have been doing for the past twenty years.

That is a damned tall order. It will require the two things we have been unable to accumulate any where near enough of: money and Class A bodies. 

Now, I'm going to say some things here that will get people upset. Again. Things that we all know in our hearts are true, but which you really, really don’t want to be reminded of. Guys, I’m sorry. Truly I am. I don’t enjoy making you angry and depressed, but somebody has to say these things, because we cannot, dare not build a Northwest independence movement on anything but the coldest and most unpleasant and unpalatable of truth. We’ve been trying to build something on the internet out of our racist equivalent of flowers and puppies, so we can all feel good about ourselves. We have been doing that for years, ever since the internet came along, and it hasn’t worked worth a damn. In God’s name, we must stop doing things that don’t work!

Ever since we discovered the internet in the mid-1990s, we have been trying to use it as a substitute for reality. As the tech has improved up to and including YouTube, CGI animation, and the chans, we have actually tried to create our own virtual alternate reality as a form of escape from the cruel and hideous real world in which we are forced to live. 

I get that. The world Bill and Hill and George Soros has created really, really sucks. I hate living in it and I find ways to escape now and then as well, but I know I always have to come back and fight. 

Some of you don’t seem to grasp that. Don’t get me wrong: internet can be a powerful tool, the only mass media that we have access to, and despite my nostalgia, nobody is saying we go back to nothing but paper and postage stamp. Even I’m not that much of a Luddite.  But we need to confront and internalize exactly where we are now, and why we can’t stay there.

The White Nationalist and White separatist movements right now includes the Northwest Front, the alt.right, the alt.lite, the Richard Spencer cult, the sincere but discombobulated like Atomwaffen and the Siege fanboys, all the variegated Jewish and kosher conservative and libtard YouTube media entrepreneurs and self-publishers like Stephen Molyneux and Alex Jones and Louder with Crowder—you know, “us.” Basically, thousands of people who are essentially hiding while they post stuff to the internet to try and annoy the enemy and holler “Look at me! Look at me!” so long as what everybody’s looking at is an anime cartoon avatar and a false screen name

They’re hiding because there is no professionalism at all in our Movement, and they’re terrified of being doxxed and losing everything they have when the Soros rent-a-mob comes calling, either by phone or television camera or in person. And yes, this fear, while paranoid and much exaggerated, is not entirely groundless. It’s like when alligators attack. It happens a lot less than we fear in our panic, but yes, it does happen. 

[Redacted; this section probably shouldn't be public.]

... I understand why with so many of us, our first concern in our racial involvement is to hide. You are not being unreasonable when you seek to do so—but guys, it’s something we have to move past, at least some of us. You can’t win a war without eventually coming out and facing down the enemy. We don’t have the collective balls for that yet, but we need to start preparing and moving in that direction.

[Next several paragraphs redacted.]

It used to be back in the day, back in North Carolina and the South in general, that Klan and other racial groups had a lot of members who owned property, usually rural property, on which the groups could get together and rally in safety, because they controlled who got in and ran their own armed security. When antifa protestors understand they’re going to be facing us directly without an intervening screen of police to protect them, they suddenly decide to stay home that weekend and play with their own electronic devices. They remember Greensboro, even if we don’t.

We don’t have people like that any more, because 

A) over the years our people and White people in general have become so dirt poor, with the exception of a small few like Richard Spencer who comes from the one percent, and Alex Jones who has successfully built up his media empire on selling vitamins and survival foods and all that stuff he peddles. 

B) The few people we do have who still own any property are too timid and frightened to let right wing or racial groups use it for meetings, for fear the bad bad slimy things in black will show up and scream and holler and wave sticks in the air and act all scary. And again, it can’t be denied that’s a possibility. The threat is real; we must recover enough of our ancient manhood to stand up to it, and if necessary take a few literal and figurative punches. Then we must punch back and break their noses.

[Comments on the current state of White manhood, if you want to call it that, redacted.]

And that is what the Northwest Front has to provide, or at least something that looks like it, so we can get that beta Whiteboy's skull opened and start tinkering under the hood to get him re-programmed, uninstall all the liberal crap and get his spiritual and moral software back to his factory-issue V 2.0, so to speak. And we have to do it within some foreseeable future. We’re moving forward, no doubt about it, but we have to pick up the molasses-in-wintertime pace.

Americans are what they are, and I have learned the hard way over many years that they won’t change. They want to see something tangible and material. They want to see some sign that there is money present; every chromosome in their carcasses has been conditioned to seek out the shekels. There doesn’t even have to be any real money involved, it just has to look like it. Remember Jim Bakker and the Reverend Ike? The appearance of it is enough. Americans don’t mind being taken for a ride if it’s an entertaining one and it doesn’t fleece them too badly.

Let me tell you who will finally be the “winner” in what I suppose you might call the alt.right stakes, this little contest we seem to be running here. The “winner” will be the group or the prominent personality who can accomplish the following: 

He or they must establish an open public presence in a populated  area, not so far out in the sticks you have to be Daniel Boone to find the place. A rural compound can have many advantages, but if you're serious in your politics you have to go where the people are. 

The Northwest Front must not be perceived as running away from our own people. We must run to them. I really don’t want the Northwest Front to re-create the National Alliance, although if anybody ever does step up and offer us some rural land out in Idaho or wherever, I would have to look at it, because we need to move forward so badly. I’m after Franklin Road, not Hayden Lake, for those of you old enough to get that allusion. The Party needs to be in the cities and towns, because that’s where the people are and that is where the battle for freedom will be fought.

I find it’s best to avoid the use of the antiquated and imprecise term “headquarters,” so let me put it this way: there must be a public presence in the form of some kind of facility wherein mail is delivered to the racial nationalist group at a physical street address, not a post office box or a “suite” in some UPS Store or private mail box center. Interested Whites must be able to go to this address and find people, actual human beings from that organization, ready and willing to talk to them, explain things, and answer questions. 

These people ideally should be young, physically fit, neatly dressed and clearly competent White men. Hair neither too long nor too short. [Comments on what they should NOT be redacted. No need to get all the Millennials butthurt and sulky.]

These young men must be clearly able to handle themselves, and so they will have to. They must maintain the facility securely and vigorously against the violence and hatred of antifa and other left-loons. There must be a legal team to fight against attempts to abuse the civil law to shut down the facility and deny the White community a voice and a visible rallying point, which will certainly be made. 

(One reason they have always targeted our buildings is they know how dangerous it is for White people to have some place to go, like the niggers use their churches. Our churches were co-opted and stolen from us generations ago. White people must always be alone, with no one to talk to about forbidden matters.) 

What the White man or woman who drives to this address and meets with these polite, knowledgeable and clearly squared-away normal people must take away from the experience is this: 

“Here they are, at long last! Here are the White people who are not afraid like I always am! All my life these scum have made me afraid, forced me to comply with their will through fear of violence, taken my money in the form of taxation while the feminist bitches at work have ruined any chance I ever had of breaking through the diversity ceiling. Every time I turn on the TV I see screeching harpies and monkey-faces and queers accusing me of being the source of all the evil in the world because of my White skin and my dick, and always the looming threat of their violence and their punishment if I don’t say and think exactly as they want me to. They will punish me if I just have something they want, and take it from me. These people have destroyed any chance I ever had of happiness, and I have done nothing, because I am so afraid. 

“I don’t know how to be brave and stand up to them, but here at this address, here are the White people who remember. Here at long last are the White people who are not afraid. Here at long last are the White people who do not hang their heads and shuffle their feet and hide when the filthy mob begins to scream out their threats. I will help and support these people with everything I have, because when I am in their presence I too begin to feel brave, to understand that change is possible.”

The first outfit that can produce this scenario--the first of us to come out of hiding in 20 years--will end up on the top of our wee little Movement heap. We need to make sure that whoever does win this apparently petty Big Fish In A Small Pond contest are the right people, the real deal. We need to make sure it’s the Northwest Front.

Vive La Différence [1998]

If I had to pick the absolute worst thing that the Jews have done to us, I would say that they have driven a now almost insurmountable wedge between White men and White women.

Nowhere else is the clearly genocidal and anti-human nature of Judaism more apparent. Nothing else has caused more suffering, anguish, disruption to Western civilization or loss to the world Aryan gene pool than the creation of a society where White men and women view one another as adversaries instead of partners. The instigation and propagation of this hatred between White men and women is their greatest success story, possibly in the long run a greater victory for Zionism than the destruction of the Third Reich or the creation of the artificial, criminal state of Israel.

When White men and women hate one another the number of White babies born drops like a stone and we get closer and closer to that point of no return where our racial extinction becomes inevitable. And always bear in mind that is the ultimate goal of the Jewish people—to exterminate every man and every woman with a White skin from the face of the earth.

But I’m not going to talk about that right now. I’m going to talk about my sex life. Or rather, I am forced by the whole nature of this issue to open any discussion of it with a lengthy full disclosure statement.

There is an overriding reason for this, and that is the nature of the ridiculous zoo which we so laughably call the Movement. My views on women in society are entirely racial and political, they are methodically and carefully thought out, but not one in ten of you are going to accept that. In the immature, inane, politically powerless, politically retarded and neurotic tendency we refer to as the Movement, any recognition of political principle in the commonly accepted sense of the term is almost non-existent.

Because we are by and large weak, neurotic, and mentally paralyzed units of production and consumption instead of men and women, with us everything is personal. Always, always personal. The concepts of loyal opposition and constructive criticism simply don’t exist in the Bowel Movement. Any criticism, no matter how well-founded or how well-intended, is taken as a deadly insult. The immediate response is to attack the critic and impugn his motives for saying whatever he is saying, rather than consider its content or validity.

We are, in short, a feminine movement, an odd thing for me to say in view of the topic for tonight, but true, when you think about it. It is ironic that we should be accused by our female comrades of being Neanderthal woman-haters who want to bash them on the head, drag them to the bedroom and after we finish there chain them to the stove so they can’t get into the voting booth. Frankly, we could do with some more guys of that type than we have. With the exception of certain localized sects of the Ku Klux Klan who operate in areas of the rural South largely untouched by Political Correctness as yet, a visit to your typical right­ wing or racist meeting in a rented motel banquet room hardly reveals a ravening band of tattooed Road Warriors ready to rumble with the bike chains and slavering lasciviously over the waitresses. 

Generally, right wing and racist groups have a membership which is 95% male; about 60% over the age of 50 and 85% over the age of 30. These consist of very elderly conservatives; middle-aged men with big bellies and two or three divorces under their expansive belts; and a third type predominant in the National Alliance and other intellectual racial groups: youngish to middle-aged men, thin to the point of being gaunt often due to strange dietary habits or health problems. They have strange rolling eyeballs and facial tics, either obsessively neat and dressed like undertakers or else smelling like goats due to non-bathing, and generally with some very, very strange ideas on a lot of subjects, including women.

[Do you see now why people like Pierce and Metzger get apoplectic over Horrible Harold? We’re not supposed to say things like this is public, however true it might be, never mind try to change all this like Horrible Harold does. And yes, this is germane to the women issue. Bear with me, please.] 

Anyway, when I speak of my purely political and racial National Socialist views on the subject—and yes, that is what they are—as in everything else I try to advocate, I am going to be accused by the Usual Suspects of saying these things because I myself am sexually weird or repressed or I allegedly can’t get girl friends or some such effluvia. Our female comrades, who are presently most of them in a state of high dudgeon with Your Friend and Humble Gensec, are going to say the same thing, something to the effect of “No wonder you’re not married; you don’t know how to treat a woman, you’re a failure as a man, etc.” In every case this will be an effort to avoid dealing with what I am saying, which is par for the course in the Movement.

But this topic is important, as I have stated before. Unlike religion, it is solvable if we can somehow re-acquire the art of thinking instead of feeling and thinking right at that. Unlike religion it must be thrashed out and solved now, not put aside for the time after the revolution when we have power. So in order to clear away and hopefully stop-punch the vicious personal attacks which will result from my assertion of what I believe to be clear and evident political and racial truths, I am going to give as brief as possible a history of my own relations with the Fair Sex.

* * *

I will be 45 years old in September. In my time I have had three very serious relationships, including two marriages, four or five semi-serious relationships, and possibly a total of about two dozen casual relationships and or one-night stands, including one prostitute whom I picked up purely for the sake of saying I had done it. My attitude towards prostitutes is similar to that of Voltaire, who was invited by the Marquis de Sade to participate in an orgy, which he did with such great vim and vigor that the Divine Marquis asked him to attend another such event. The philosopher declined, saying, “Once was legitimate intellectual curiosity. Twice would be perversion.”

I think my sexual past is probably about average for a man of my age in the times in which I live. I have never bought into the “Playboy philosophy” that a man is somehow less than a man if he doesn’t go leaping from bed to different bed every couple of nights. This has spared me a hell of a lot of grief. Usually relationships with women have been fairly low on my list of things to do at any given time in my life. There are some who think this makes me odd. Screw them. They're idiots. Human beings have other purposes in this world other than to engage in endless acts of copulation with as many partners as possible. Animals can do that. We are more than animals.

In junior high school and high school I had the usual going-steady type relationships, although fewer than the average. Many of the kids were constantly involved with a string of adolescents from the time they were twelve; I was never in that league, nor did I make plays for the cheerleaders or the overdeveloped sexpots with the hot reputations. (This was back in the Brady Bunch days, remember. I actually remember sock hops, the Beatles, and bell bottoms.)

Not only was I unable to compete with the jocks and the BMOCs, but that super-model type simply didn’t attract me, and still doesn’t. I tended to hang on the outskirts of the female herd and pick off the stragglers, so to speak, the girls who walked through the halls alone and not with a standard gaggle of five or six other girls, the skinny ones with glasses and long, straight hair, a bit of acne and straight-A averages, you get the idea. The result was that I got my share of stolen kisses in the band room and fumbling feels under the bleachers, but I was plagued with a lot of just plain, pesky bad luck. Not to mention the girls themselves having worse luck, lest you think I’m a totally insensitive clod.

The first girl I ever “went all the way” with, as we said in those days, I got pregnant. We were both thirteen years old when it happened and 14 when the baby was born and given up for adoption. I still have a daughter somewhere who turned 30 in May; it’s odd that I may be the father of an Ally McBeal someplace. The second one, a hillbilly Lolita from Tennessee, gave me a dose of syphilis, and I had to cop a fake UNC student idea and go to the medical clinic on campus for almost a year for injections and check-ups. The girl I was unofficially engaged to in my senior year was killed in an automobile wreck one week after we graduated from high school in 1971; I was in Florida, her hippy-dippy and/or preppie friends hated my guts and didn’t bother to inform me, so I missed her funeral. I was batting a thousand, I can tell you. By the by, for those of you who are utterly fascinated by the story of Harold’s weird and wonderful yoot, I recommend you order my novel Fire and Rain, set in Chapel Hill. Parts of it are autobiographical.

I have been married two and a half times to an eclectic set of ladies, one American, one Irish, and one New Zealander. I therefore have enough practical experience to understand that every man/woman relationship is different and it is dangerous to try and generalize, although not impossible. There are certain common themes, especially in today’s society where everyone hangs their most intimate details in their private lives out to dry for the National Inquirer and Oprah, but every individual case is unique.

My first marriage was a teenaged mistake. I was 19, Lucie was 18. We neither of us had any business getting married, and we damned sure had no business getting married to each other. That one lasted about five years, from 1972 to 1977, and we were separated for the last eighteen months or so of that. I put Lucie through a lot, dragging her to Rhodesia with me, and we lost one baby by miscarriage and another died at age 4 months from a viral infection when I was stationed at Llewellin Barracks, Bulawayo. Chalk up another victim for sanctions; we got our water from the Umgusa River and were constantly being told by the base command to boil it when the ancient purification plant broke down and no spare parts were available.

Lucie had a mental breakdown after the baby died and for a time was locked up in the rubber room at Ingutsheni; I was off in the bush half the time and off doing stuff for the Rhodesia White People’s Party or SAFOM the other half, not to mention being drunk most of the time (which is the normal Rhodesian condition) and I wasn’t much help.

You see that I am perfectly willing to take responsibility for the bulk of this particular failed marriage, although if we’d stayed in the States I doubt we would have made it either. Lucie and I did spend one weekend together in the spring of 1980 after the divorce, when she flew down from Chicago. I dropped her off at the airport on Monday to fly back to Chicago, wished her cheerio, and we both said, “We must do this again sometime,” but we knew we never would. We actually had a pretty good time, and I was glad we were able to “obtain closure” as today’s psychobabble calls it. One final comment on the Lucie Era: the bedroom was the one place where we did get along, and I can tell you from personal experience that you can’t keep a marriage going purely on the basis of sex.

My next marriage in Ireland came apart for two reasons. First off, my incredibly bizarre family situation in North Carolina became involved and entangled in my marriage through my Irish children and their legal rights to one of the largest privately held fortunes in the South, which is something I don’t intend to get into here. Suffice it to say that if the story of my family were made into a TV series it would be about one third Dallas, one third Millennium, and one third Married With Children. Or maybe Leave It To Beaver Meets The Borgias. Or possibly The Simpsons Halloween Special On Speed if you tried to animate it. (Hell, I suppose I’d better shut up before some Jew writ Hollywood decides he wants to do a few pilot episodes.) Order Fire and Rain if you’re curious; the sub rosa tale is pretty much all there.

Where was I? Oh, yes, Louise. Well, the second reason Louise and I broke up, long run, is the most ancient of all male­-female conflicts: who wears the pants in the family. I did, but Louise never stopped trying to seize the wheel. What infuriated her (and other women I have lived with) is she couldn’t make me angry. I never raise my voice during an argument. I use words rather than decibels, and if and when the situation gets out of hand and it is obvious that nothing is to be gained by continuing, I simply tell her I will not discuss the matter further under those conditions and I leave the house. This, of course, drives them crazy. It took me a long time to realize that if you really love her and want to keep her you don’t want to drive her crazy.

I have never been one for scenes, shouting, threatening, name­ calling, etc. When I am confronted with a female partner who is having a hissy fit over something I try to talk it out with her at first. I won’t say reason it out, because I know full well that nine times out of ten reason has nothing to do with the real problem and the subject under discussion is not why she is really unhappy—I have at least learned that much about women down through the years. Many men make the mistake of trying to convince their women one way or the other with reason and logic on the subject of discussion; usually that’s not what the problem is about, and the men end up baffled and hurt because they don’t understand why nothing they say or do seems to make any difference.

Good example: time after time Movement men come to me and bang my ear about their troubles with their wives or girl friends who are giving them grief over their racial involvement, usually with the final ultimatum to choose between them. “Lips that touch racism will never touch mine,” blah, blah, blah.

In most cases, that’s not what it’s about. What it is about is that she senses a rival for your time, effort, money, and affection. It would be the same with anything you were devoted to that intensely: fishing, Establishment politics or a vocation like being a cop (cops have this problem a lot,) an artistic vocation like painting or writing (I get a lot of typewriter jealousy from my ladies,) anything like that. She demands to be the center of your entire existence—and in today’s politically correct world, she has been taught that she has the right to make that demand and that you are at fault if you do not accede to it.

Sorry, I’m getting off the track here again; all of these things are for future installments of what promises to be a long series. Anyway, my marriage to Louise might have survived our personality conflicts, or it might have survived my father’s assorted conspiracies to cheat my children out of their rightful inheritance, but it could not survive both and didn’t. I’ll take about 25% of the blame for the failure of this one—I should never have married her in the first place. Louise needs to take about 25%, and the Prince of Darkness from the cypress swamps needs to take the other half. What was bad about this one is that four innocent children got caught in the crossfire, so yes, when you hear me pontificating about women, bear in mind I have had that experience as well.

Jan from New Zealand I do not propose to discuss; her I loved, and she was taken from me by the evil which I continue to battle to this day in all those e-mails and newsletters which some of you tell me you do not want to hear. All I can say is that while I do not deny my many personal motives in battling the thread of vileness and corruption in the Movement which begins with Benny Klassen and continues down to the present day in the person of a few involved individuals, I do not believe those motivations disqualify me from fighting that vileness or invalidate what I have to say. Because one is personally victimized by evil, does that mean one can never speak out against it because one is not “objective?”

There have been other semi-serious relationships. Judy the Holy Roller was a true Southern lady, but those Jesus freaks did a number on her head you wouldn’t believe, and I am sure some of you have had that happen to you. The Tattooed Lady of Rockwell Hall has become something of a legend, as has Barbara the Drunk who streaked one of Glenn Miller’s rallies. Eileen from Donegal and Mary from Cork were two who got away and I’ll always wonder what might have been. (By the by, as a totally irrelevant aside, I have noticed that when a man is married, all of a sudden other married women start coming on to him. Has anybody else had that experience? Sorry, digressing again.)

In the post-Jan era I’ve slowed down; I have had two more or less casual relationships with female co-workers at my several places of employment and one platonic friendship with a really fine thing in Seattle who was one of those real cases where some bastard first husband beat her black and blue and used her like a doormat, and she couldn’t bear to be touched physically by a man. (I have found that most of these stories gain a lot in the telling, but not all, and don’t have a fit, ladies, I am not claiming that men never abuse women. I know they do.)

For those of you who are just insatiably curious about the physical side of my career as a Lothario, go take a cold shower. I am not Bill Clinton, I am not a locker room jock, I show respect for my ladies and I do not talk about intimate subjects like that. It is my experience that sex is like combat in the military: the more a man boasts about it, the less of it he has actually done. I will give you one hint: it’s the little things that count with women. A single rose is not only less expensive than a whole sheaf, it is more effective, at least with the kind of lady I become involved with.

I do not try to seduce women or get them parked on a lonely lane and start pawing them, nor do I drop my drawers like Bill Clinton and say “Kiss that thang, honey!” My technique, if you want to call it that, is very simple. I take my time. Softlee, softlee, catchee monkey. I listen to them, I become their friends first, I get them to like me as a person, and then I ask. I find it works about 50% of the time. In all of my teenaged and adult life, I have only had one woman blow up on me when I popped the question, which when you consider the readiness of women to fly off the handle over these things, is not doing too shabby, I think. What other technique do you know of that can claim a 50% success rate?

And if it doesn’t work, remember this: a gentleman can always take no for an answer. A man who forces his attentions on a woman after she has clearly indicated that she is not interested is a damned pig.

Some people have asked if I tried to put the moves on Christy at UNC, the one I wrote about in 1996. The answer is no. I honestly believe that it is undignified and unfair for a man of my age to pursue women young enough to be their daughters; obviously our Illustrious Head of State disagrees. Others have asked if the demented Sharon Mooney was ever my girlfriend. The answer is no; I only met her once and it was obvious to me she was so badly mentally and emotionally damaged that she was virtually useless to the Movement; besides, she was too young for me.

The last affair I had was in Chapel Hill where I became involved with a really beautiful Russian woman, a grad student, whom I might add already had her green card and who therefore didn’t need an American husband to get one. Anna seemed amenable to a permanent relationship, although it was always tentative; she made it clear she wanted me to get a normal job and bring in a much bigger buck, which was fair enough from her point of view. She had no qualms about National Socialism, being very Jew-aware herself as most Eastern Europeans are, and one of her major pluses was that we could discuss racial politics freely. She once told me, “Three of my family were killed by the Germans during the war. Over fifty were killed by Stalin.” 

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One of the reasons I am so passionate about our Movement changing our ways is so that we can create a kind of subculture or world of our own wherein it is possible for our people to have some kind of normal life. I have got lawsuits, contempt of court warrants, telephone threats, vandalism, whole websites on the internet smearing me, NA weirdos creeping up to my windows at night trying to videotape me naked, phony websites being put up allegedly showing me committing homosexual acts, weird psychotics who have shrines of hate in their homes where they burn candles before my picture and babble to themselves, plus of course what ZOG itself may dish out to me some day when it finds out these tactics do not work. I am as poor as a church mouse, and not being dishonest like Pierce or Metzger there is no chance I will ever be able to offer a woman 345 rolling acres and a Bavarian hunting lodge built on my supporters’ donations. In all good conscience, I cannot ask any woman to share this life and no longer have any intention of doing so.

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I have been asked where the above famous expression “vive la différence” came from. I understand it happened thus:

In the 1890s France was considering giving women the vote, and some famous French feminist whose name I can’t recall was given the honor, almost unique for a woman at that time, of addressing the National Assembly in full session, all male of course, and all of whom sat there attired in their full formal dress suits with the white gloves, wide shoulder sashes, decorations, top hats and other such 1890s politicians’ fripperies. The lady was up on the podium haranguing them with her feminist rap, which was listened to in polite silence. She concluded her speech with “Really, monsieurs, you must acknowledge that when one comes right down to it, there is very little difference between men and women.”

At this remark, the entire Chamber spontaneously rose to its feet as one man, and shouted out, “Vive la différence!” 

Men and women are different. Not inherently inferior or superior to one another, but different. To say that one sex is in any way inferior or superior to another is like saying that apples are inferior to oranges or vice versa. They are two different fruits and any such comments are a matter of personal taste and outlook, not scientific or pragmatic fact. To say that an apple is in some way “better” or worse than an orange has no relevance or meaning in the real world.

The differences between men and women are about 20% environmental and psychological, that 20% being subject to a certain limited degree of possible manipulation and alteration but by no means as much so as feminists would like to have us believe, and about 80% biological, physical, and biochemical. It is therefore pointless and absurd to try and create in men and women two “equal” humanoid organisms. It cannot be done.

Men, on the whole, are physically larger and stronger than women. Yes, there are individual exceptions, more so in today’s politically correct culture as White males degenerate into Dilbert-esque cubicle dwellers and women become more masculine in character, which seems to somewhat augment their physical size. One of the most sinister developments in recent years have been several statistical surveys and studies indicating that sedentary American White males are actually losing their virility in the physical as well as the moral sense; White sperm counts have been dropping for almost twenty years. We are becoming less than men in every sense of the word.

But in all non-yuppie, more or less organic societies of all races, men are the larger and stronger. Some of this has to do with diet. In any business or work environment where there are large numbers of illegal aliens, for example, compare the size of Orientals who were born and raised in China or Southeast Asia on nothing but rice and a little fish with the size and weight of Asian-Americans who were born here and grew up on plenty of fruits, grains, vegetables, and good old-fashioned cholesterol-packed meat. Native-born Chinese women especially are tiny things, between seventy and eighty pounds, although actually stronger than native-born White valley girls due to having been forced into manual labor from birth. But most of these exceptions are individual, culture-specific, or otherwise idiosyncratic.

Men are physically bigger and stronger than women because Nature has given human men and women a natural division of labor, one which cannot be repealed by feminism, by affirmative action, or by anything else. That natural division is simple: the man provides the food, the shelter, and the protection from enemies for the family unit. The woman bears and raises the children. This is how human beings are supposed to live; indeed, the only way they can live past a couple of confused and chaotic generations of the kind we are experiencing now. It is innate. It is biological. It cannot be changed, and any attempt to tamper with it produces disaster and destruction, as we are now learning in Politically Correct America.

No baby creatures are more helpless than human infants. Snakes and alligators are self-sufficient from the time they hatch, birds and kittens and puppies are up and functioning and providing their own food in a matter of weeks. Human babies must be fed initially by a mother’s milk for a period of months, and then on specially treated and prepared food for another year or so. They cannot defend themselves or escape from an enemy unaided. Children cannot really live on their own with any hope of survival for the first ten or eleven years of life.

The whole “traditional nuclear family” so hated and railed at by liberals and feminists is an institution ordained by God/gods/Nature/The Force/the Great Pumpkin or whatever to make sure that the human species continues to exist. The primary purpose of the man-woman relationship is to produce children and care for them until they are adult enough to fend for themselves. The emotional and cultural side benefits to marriage are valuable and have produced our whole civilization, but they are in fact incidental by-products of the central process of continuing the human species. The father and the mother are not the most vital part of the picture, although they are essential. The children are.

This arrangement is not unknown in other species, and in all mammals at any rate the male is always larger, stronger, faster, and more combative. In many cases, such as lions and wolves, one alpha male practices polygamy with a number of females and kills off other male competitors until he grows old and weak and is in turn killed off by a younger male. Primitive non-White societies in Africa and the Third World still follow this pattern. Aryans, for the most part, have generally mated for life down through the years; there are some records of polygamy in ancient Aryan cultures but not as many as elsewhere.

The ancient Norse and Germans practiced it, but gave it up about the turn of the last millennium. For good or for ill, once the Aryan race became Christianized, polygamy vanished. (No comments about Mormons, please; they are not typical and their polygamy is not organically rooted in history but in conscious chosen behavior.) One reason for polygamy was extremely high male mortality rates in time of war; an interesting modern example from the Third World is Saddam Hussein awarding large cash bonuses, automobiles, and homes to Iraqi officers who take a widow from the Iranian or American wars as their second or third wife. The Iraqi gene pool has been decimated by the slaughter of almost twenty years of continuous warfare, and Saddam is quite open about his determination to ensure that Iraq is not depopulated. I wish to hell Germany had created some similar kind of polygamy status after both World Wars.

Men and women are two halves of a whole. Neither can or should exist without the other. The idea of two halves of the same organism competing with one another, dominating one another, or existing in enmity with one another is an obvious recipe for destruction. This is why the Jews promote the idea that men are some kind of natural enemy to women, as they promote any and all things which are destructive and poisonous and breed confusion and unhappiness among our people. They hate us and want us all dead, and they use every weapon they can to bring this about, including feminism. Quite simple, really.

Homosexuality is a loathsome perversion. It is absolutely and utterly wrong, because it denies the natural division of labor between man and woman and because it precludes the production of children. The instinctive loathing that the overwhelming majority of normal people feel even today for faggots and dykes is an inner recognition on the part of our genetic makeup (or souls, if you are Christian) that what is going on is unnatural and counter-survival (or sinful).

This is why politically correct brainwashing and social engineering, relatively successful in obtaining a grudging acceptance of mud people as equals, seems largely to have floundered when trying mentally and emotionally to coerce people into accepting the open practice of sodomy. This is especially true when it involves a sodomitic threat to children: Whites are still capable of anger and action when the local school board tries to bring in Heather Has Two Mommies, about the only thing left they will react to. Millions of years of genetic codes triggering biological survival behavior cannot be overwritten by fifty years of Hollywood propaganda or suppressed by hate speech laws.

National Socialism seeks to re-create a world based on natural order, and that most specifically includes, as it did in Germany, a return to what are referred to as traditional family values, with the gainfully employed father as the head of the family and the full-time mother and homemaker as the family’s heart. This does not in any way involve enslaving women; in the very real sense it liberates them from feminism and Judaic values and the true slavery of the marketplace.

The Aryan women of the future will have a freedom which they have all but lost today—the freedom to be real women. What largely Jewish and lesbian feminists want, claim, or advocate is not relevant to anything in the real world. They more than liberals as a whole are doomed to eventual defeat and disappointment, however much they may have achieved a very temporary and very slight, superficial success in the English-speaking world. Feminism is essentially a form of sexual perversion, because it distorts what is natural in the sexual roles of men and women. Feminism, like integration and all forms of liberalism, can only be imposed on both men and women at the point of a gun, literally or economically.

Remove the force of ZOG’s law and the economic necessity for women to work simply to make ends meet and feminism. like racial integration, will die.