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Some of the things the Northwest Volunteer Army pulled were pure propaganda strokes. We called them “Robin Hoods.” All that money that we were heisting from banks and Mighty Marts and extorting from casinos and the ransom money from kidnapped hebes didn’t stay in our pockets. One way or another, the Party and the NVA carried out a genuine redistribution of wealth. The ZOG media accused us of trying to buy support among the population. Absolutely. Realistically speaking, our largesse probably worked better than all our agitprop appealing to moral and racial issues combined. We followed Huey Long’s stricture and we put them vittles back on the table, and the people of the Northwest did not scorn to partake of the feast. For the first time in centuries, other than during the brief twelve years of the Third Reich, serious wealth was being taken out of the pockets of the Jews and the plutocracy and was being returned into the pockets of the working class and middle class white people who had created that wealth. Sometimes it was as simple as cruising through a working class apartment complex and slipping envelopes of cash marked NVA under doors that helped pay white welfare mothers’ electric bills or get a sick child to a doctor. Sometimes we hit banks that were threatening to foreclose on a white family’s homes and publicly dragged their file cabinets out into the street or into the parking lot and burned big piles of mortgage documents. (Okay, the real stuff was kept on computer disc, but we stole or destroyed those and the hard drives as well, and a big pile of burning mortgages looked really cool on the front page of the Dundee Advertiser or the Centralia Chronicle.)
I recall that at one point during the war, we noticed that along with a lot of sloppy and musically lousy red, white, and blue propaganda crap made by race traitors in Nashville that was being played on the country music stations, all of a sudden there appeared out of nowhere a bluegrass version revival of an old Woody Guthrie song called Pretty Boy Floyd. I won’t attempt to sing at my age, and I won’t quote the whole song because I don’t remember it, but we all noticed it was definitely susceptible to, shall we say, a sub rosa interpretation? The lines about the stranger coming to beg dinner and leaving a thousand dollar bill under the napkin, paying mortgages for farmer hit by the Depression in Oklahoma, the taxi loads of groceries bringing Christmas dinner to the poor, that kind of thing. It turned out that sudden blast from the past on the country music stations was one of the more subtle tickles carried out by the Third Section propaganda boys, but it really wasn’t that far off. We supplied a lot of Christmas dinners, paid off a lot of working men’s pickup trucks when they fell behind but had to have that truck to make a living, and we paid a lot of mortgages in Lewis County and kept people out of the homeless shelter. As the years of the war rolled on pretty much everybody in the county had a good idea of who they could come to if they were in trouble.
One of the more popular tickles we used to go on was child recovery, and the chastisement of Child Protective Services and anyone who had anything to do with It Takes a Village. These people were very quickly placed on notice that they had best find other employment, and some of the more notorious CPS bureaucrats were publicly punished for their crimes. Some of those punishments were where I acquired my lifelong distaste for hangings. It’s a disgusting death and they always shit and piss and you can smell it. In more than one case we were actually able to reunify white families who had been broken up by the United States government. Stealing our children was the worst thing those sons of bitches did to us, I think. I always thought it was appropriate that the revolution was precipitated by It Takes A Village finally trying to grab the wrong white family’s children for sale like chattels to faggots and yuppies. But there were a lot of people in the Northwest who had lost children to the government in various ways down through the years, for political reasons or because some nosy neighbor had picked up a telephone and dialed a child abuse hotline to claim the reward, or someone like my mom had done it out of pure spite.
We always made sure when we did these tickles that we weren’t handing some kid back to a genuinely abusive parent or parents, but you have to understand that the entire system was tainted beyond recall, the government’s definition of “abuse” could mean any damned thing they wanted it to mean, and there were more than enough legitimate cases where kids had been torn from loving and secure homes because the parents or grandparents had some kind of political or racial beef on their records. We could pick and choose, and so far as I know we never chose wrong and the people we helped were the bona fide victims of injustice. In the first year we were sometimes able to prevent the abductions from taking place, and after we had killed enough U.S. Marshals they had other things to worry about than kidnapping white children, so we were pretty much able to shut the whole obscene program down, at least in the Northwest. GHQ had a Third Section unit who did nothing but try and track down the children who had already been taken. You may remember there was a real popular Northwest Broadcasting Authority TV series about them a few years ago. They would actually track the kids down outside the Homeland, sometimes going as far as Hawaii or Europe to recover a stolen child and bring them Home.
What was more important was that the word went out among the white community that we were not just a bunch of neo-Nazis with shaven heads and tattoos who were full of hate for people with colored skins and who only wanted to kill, kill, kill. We were capable of actually being public benefactors. The white people of the Pacific Northwest began to understand that they now had a just and powerful alternative when the Zionist government was screwing them over. ZOG’s decisions were no longer final; there was now a court of appeal. The NVA were the people who brought back stolen children who had been thought gone forever, who paid the rent and the electric bill when a single mother couldn’t afford it, who drove out the mud-colored bullies so that school was safe and fun for the kids again, who drove the Mexicans away so Daddy could get a job again, and who put extra money in Daddy’s pay packet because he didn’t have to pay the crushing Federal withholding tax. The impression began to gain ground that we were in fact interested in family and community problems and in the creation of a truly just society for white people. On several occasions I have witnessed the joy and the thankfulness of a white family that the NVA re-united when we took back children from liberal and yuppie and in some cases perverted “families” where they had been stolen and sold by the United States government. We slowly began to establish the Party as an acceptable and accepted part of people’s lives. We started to become heroes in the eyes of thepeople that we wanted to liberate.
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The final prop that we had to knock out from under ZOG’ s tyranny was the Christian right, and it was the one that required the most delicate handling of all.
The “Late, Great Planet Earth” crowd, or dispensationalists to give them their actual theological designation, were always a minority even among the established churches, and most people frankly regarded them as kooks. Well, they were. But collectively they were immensely wealthy kooks, they were probably the best organized political special interest in the Zionist empire, and they served as the shock troops of the establishment. We had to not only target them and leave legitimate Christians alone, but make sure that the public and the churchgoing public in particular knew that we were doing so and that everybody understood the difference, understood what we were doing and why. The one thing that the Old Man used to go into a tizzy over was his insistence that the Northwest independence movement must never, ever be perceived as anti-Christian in any way. The hard fact was that although we had a lot of fine comrades who were neo-pagans of various sorts and a lot more who were agnostics or just plain atheists, the NVA wouldn’t have stood a chance in hell if people had believed we were trying to overthrow the Christian religion and make everybody dance around wearing horned helmets and bearskins and drinking mead, or do quasi-Druid chants in robes out in the woods like escapees from a Harry Potter movie. The undeniable fact was that the overwhelming majority of White people in the continent of Nort
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America and throughout the whole world were nominally Christian. They might not practice it in their daily lives, but they would not accept open paganism or stupid blasphemy about Jesus being a dead Jew on a stick, and if we had ever gone that route there would be no Republic today and there would be no white people left and we’d all be coffee-colored zombies stumbling around the great world consumer plantation. Anti-Christianity as a Party policy simply was not on, yet I don’t know another area in which the movement had such a difficult time coming down from Cloud Weird and living in the real world.
I suppose this would be as good a time as any to discuss the religious problem within the white resistance movement, which I have avoided up until now out of long force of habit. I regret to say that it is a problem which is still with us. We were taught to avoid it in the early days because there was no conceivable good that could come of discussing it, and one of the Old Man’s arguably greatest accomplishments was that he finally managed to pound that through our numb skulls. The one topic that the Chowder Society very pointedly avoided in our discussions was religion, and religion was the one area where the Party discouraged the exercise of free speech among whites. “We know from long experience that for whatever reason, the Movement can’t discuss religion rationally,” Red mentioned once in a firm voice. “Religious discussion sheds heat rather than light, it is counterproductive, and we need to maintain a mutual agreement to put the whole topic in the back burner, hopefully permanently.”
The whole problem was a sticky one for the NVA. The Old Man on more than one occasion proclaimed proudly that the Party was a brotherhood of blood, not of faith, but I have to tell you that there was more than a little wishful thinking there. Just as there were men in the Confederate army who really were fighting for black slavery as opposed to the right of the states and their people to be free and control their destiny, I’d be lying if I were to deny that there were some among us who considered that they were fighting for their version of God first and the race second, and whose vision of the coming Northwest Republic was a kind of high-tech Puritan New England, complete with scarlet letters and burning witches. Nor can I deny that there were comrades among us who were equally convinced that Christianity was the greatest enemy of our race, and anything to do with Jews or ZOG was merely secondary. I know there were elements on both sides who were quite serious about turning their guns on one another after we’d won. I never knew how close we came to having an Irish-style civil war after Longview, but from some of the bigger knobs in the Party I’ve met in the years since, I understand that it came a lot closer to that than anyone wants to admit, even today. Thank God the Old Man finally got some power and was able to knock some heads and slap silly some people who should have been slapped silly long before. And the problem persists, as anyone who has grown up in the Republic knows. It’s like we’re simply not content to fight Jews or blacks or Mexicans or Asians, like there is some perverse chromosome that demands we have a white enemy to hate.
It didn’t help matters that some of our enemies in the Federal ranks, including a number of very highly placed leaders, were openly and passionately motivated by a genuine belief that they needed to kill a racist for Christ. I know it seems difficult to understand now, when the Jewish question is discussed openly and taught in schools and everybody knows about them, but the fact is that in those days there were people who actually believed that the Jews were the Chosen People of God and that all of the other peoples of the earth were bound to serve them as the so-called apple of God’s eye. How could anyone know any differently when questioning any of it in public carried a prison term? In any of the larger denominations, even those whose theology wasn’t so extreme in other areas, it was worth a minister’s job and maybe his liberty or his life to even suggest that the Jews were otherwise than perfection in human form. The Christian rightists were the ones who fought against the Longview treaty tooth and nail, more bitterly and longer than anyone else.
Now me, I wouldn’t want to have anything to do with a God who would choose a people like the Jews, and I understand that whole business was a gross misreading of the Scriptures—hell, didn’t Ma and Rooney and China tell me so often enough? If nothing else, just look at the Jews and their behavior, and that will put the kibosh on this Chosen People crap. But a lot of people didn’t understand that. Like everything else in the United States, the whole Christian religion had been subjected to almost a century of gross misrepresentation by the liberal intelligentsia and social engineers who twisted it all completely out of recognition. Even with my limited Biblical knowledge I could tell that there is nothing at all Christian about ‘marrying’ two perverts in a church and claiming that God blesses a loathsome deviation as matrimony which He quite clearly condemns on numerous occasions in His word. That’s one of the reason they banned the King James Bible and other “non-inclusive” versions.
I’ll give it to you as simple as I can. I’m not a Christian myself and I never was one, somehow it just never took with me, but I married two of ‘em. Remember that old saying about how the Northwest War of Independence was won by pagan men and Christian women? The fact that I am not a believer like my wives were does not blind me to the immense and pivotal role that Christianity has played in the development of Aryan civilization. I refuse to slander and belittle the theology which has given to the ages the magnificent Gothic cathedrals of Europe, the beauty and glory of countless Renaissance artists like Michelangelo and Da Vinci, the awesome poetry and sweep of the English language at its’ height in the King James version, a cumulative legacy of music, art, architecture, philosophy, exploration and conquest unparalleled in the history of humanity. I look at it from the First Church of Wingfield point of view, which is what I suppose you might call the traditional pre-corrupted version of the faith as Rooney and Carter and Ma explained it to me over the years. They sang Gimme That Old Time Religion and they meant it. I’m talking about the Christianity that made Stonewall Jackson march his entire class at VMI off into the Confederate Army after a night of prayer and reflection.
First off, yes, Jesus Christ was a Jew. Oh, all right, he was an Israelite if you’re Christian Identity and you insist. But a Jew of his time, not ours, and you don’t have to be a CI to understand that. It’s simple historical fact. The Jews of today are racially remote from the Jews of the Bible, who are now extinct. Biblical Jews don’t exist any more. The Jews of today are of three kinds. There’s the Mizrahi, who are basically Arabs who took the Jewish religion for one reason or another down through the years. Then there’s the Sephardim, who are again largely of Arabic descent and who came into Spain on the heels of Muslim conquerors and were subsequently expelled by Ferdinand and Isabella in 1492, the year Columbus sailed the ocean blue. And finally there are the Jews who have caused most of the problems we have in the world today, the goddamned Ashkenazim, your basic such-a-deal-I’ll-make-you Brooklyn Yid. The Ashkenazim hail from Eastern Europe but they’re not European in origin, they’re Asian. They are actually an Armenoid people descended from a race called the Khazars, who took the Jewish religion in the seventh century A.D. and were later wiped out by the Persians and Mongols for their trouble, probably because they were just as obnoxious then as they are today. The urge to wipe out the Jews seems to be one of the few common denominators in civilizations from ancient Rome to Cochin China to medieval Germany to Tsarist Russia. There are a number of Ashkenazim who actually have blond hair and blue eyes, true enough. They say that means those co-religionists’ grandmothers were raped by Cossacks or SS men, and I don’t deny they were persecuted in Europe. But they brought it on themselves by acting as the tax collectors and money lenders and estate managers for the nobility and screwing the peasants in every sense of the word. Always remember the epitaph which shall adorn the historic tombstone of the Jewish people one day: what goes around, comes around.
As for the business of Christianity being a Jewish religion, all I can say is that any religion that was good enough for
Charlemagne, St. Francis of Assisi, Christopher Columbus, George Washington and all the Founding Fathers, Stonewall Jackson, and Robert E. Lee is good enough for me. Well, not really good enough for me, since I never was able actually to bring myself to believe in it. But people I cared about believed in it and I always respected their beliefs and never argued with them about it. I mean hell, we’re all going to die sooner or later and then we’ll know for sure what lies beyond, but until then why worry about it?
As for me and Rooney, I suppose you could say we were a mixed marriage in that she was a Bible believer and I wasn’t. We touched on it a few times, but we never argued over it because without ever saying so out loud, we had both simply decided that wasn’t ever going to happen. We knew we loved each other, that was all that was necessary, and the religion issue was not important as far as she and me went. I once asked Ma in some context or other whether she minded having a polite skeptic like me in the family. She replied, “Shane, faith is a wonderful thing to have, but although I’m sure some preachers would disagree, a body can lead a Christian life without it. You’re a good boy and you’re good to my baby, and that’s all I care about. I know a lot of so-called Christian men who sing loud on Sunday in church and then spend the rest of the week sinning like it was going out of style. Including some so-called pastors. When I was Rooney’s age back in South Carolina, I had a pastor with a foot fetish. Wanted to suck my toes, of all the ridiculous things. Given the choice between a whited sepulcher like that and someone like you who has a Christian heart even if you don’t have the name, I’ll pick you any day.”
Now, don’t get me wrong. None of us was blind to the fact that the liberal establishment churches of every denomination were rotten to the core. The preachers of the established churches betrayed the White race. They preached that the Jews are God’s chosen people and thus gave aid and comfort to the enemy. They preached love thy nigger. Most of them advocated and more than a few practiced faggotry, once things had decayed to the point where they could get away with it. They kissed the ass of every trendy minority and every politically correct cause of the moment, then went out and cheated on their wives and buggered altar boys. Their ministers practiced every kind of fraud to obtain money which they spend on luxurious lifestyles for themselves. They preyed on the faith and the weakness of the spiritually vulnerable, women, the elderly, the poorly educated and working class. They used religion as an opiate to keep the White wage slaves docile and obedient to Washington. This applied especially to those religious right doofuses, but also to the Catholic liberation theologists and lefty activist nuns and Father Trendies, and the just plain weirdos like Jehovah’s Witnesses.
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