Wednesday, September 20, 2017

No Justuce For The Politically Incorrect


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

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

Sunday, September 17, 2017

Radio Free Northwest - September 21st, 2017


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

HAC puts some bad ideers in yer noggins.

Friday, September 15, 2017

Federal Investigators I Have Known


by Bill White

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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


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

Thursday, September 14, 2017

Trump & the Dems

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

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

Monday, September 11, 2017

Radio Free Northwest - September 14th, 2017

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

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

Sunday, September 10, 2017

Where We're Most Likely Going From Here



[This is an updated version of my Charlottesville assessment of last month. - HAC]

The Charlottesville episode of August 11-12 was a highly significant milestone in North American biopolitics. I have commented elsewhere on those events and I don’t want simply to rehash what I’ve already said on Radio Free Northwest and the Thoughtcrime blog. Let’s see if I can go at this from another angle.

I suppose it was inevitable that a new Fearless Leader would arise among us, although frankly I had kind of hoped we could avoid that part of oncoming events, since it will almost certainly be a waste of time and a potentially deadly distraction from the real objective, which is the creation of a separatist White ethnostate here on the North American continent. I have severe reservations about the character of Richard Spencer, not least being his apparent easy toleration for perversions of the body and his background as a scion of the One Percent. (At least Spencer doesn’t have to worry about money, which I admit I envy him.)  There were also some fairly serious allegations regarding Spencer’s conduct on the Charlottesville rally field raised by Billy Roper, but for whatever reason Billy chose not to follow them up.

I find some of Spencer’s gaffes to be more troubling than others. I simply don’t get his bizarre laissez-faire attitude toward the revolting practice of buggery. It’s not as if I expect Spencer to comport himself like the pastor of the Westboro Baptist Church, but this no-queers thing is a standard WN box. Why is it so bloody difficult to get him to check it? Spencer’s public cavorting last year with the Vietnamese celebwhore Tila Tequila might have been written off as mere tone-deaf high spirits in the wake of the Trump victory, by a Fearless Leader who still hadn’t quite found his feet yet—okay, not written off by me, but then I’m told I’m a notorious “purity spiraller.”

But there are other things about this man that make my spidey sense tingle. This may be petty and lack imagination, but I’m sorry, I have difficulty trusting someone who used to hang out with the Bush daughters at hoity-toity lake resorts in Texas. Having come from a much lower stratum of the monied élite myself, albeit admittedly long ago, I can assure you that kind of people exist solely in and for their own world and have no sympathy at all for anyone outside of it, and they will always act in their own narrow class interests.  I have yet to see any sign that Spencer is different.

A Showman of Skill

As I have done in previous commentaries, I need to begin by acknowledging Spencer’s unquestioned intelligence and dramatic flare. Given some bodies to work with, he has proven to be a master of street theater and choreography. I don’t say that in any sarcastic way: political choreography is an art form and we need people with that talent.  Spencer’s achievements so far have been impressive.

He did what we’ve all been trying to do for a long time, or rather what we’ve claimed with varying degrees of sincerity we wanted to do. He got a significant number of young White males actually to come out from behind their computers and get their asses into the street. Better still, from appearances they were mostly physically fit and  height-weight proportional, not decrepit old men like me with our canes and Maalox bottles in our pockets, and not flabby obvious dwellers in Mom’s basement whose eyes blinked on emerging into the light. The best estimate I can get from some guys who were there is between 400 and 500 people, not "thousands" as has been reported by the hysterical media. Those torches multiply the apparent size of any crowd.

I also have to concede that there was one point on the night of August the 11th wherein Spencer made history, when hundreds of torch-bearing White people actually surrounded a little band of antifa led by a creature who looked and sounded like Gollum from Lord of the Rings. That is the only time in my life I have ever seen us outnumber these scum, and I will always be grateful to Mr. Spencer for that one optic alone.

I have been accused by those who have imbibed the Spencer kool-aid of poo-pooing his accomplishment out of jealousy. I understand the knee-jerk Movement reaction assigning impure motives to any criticism; it is very often true. That’s not the case here. For one thing I’m too old to be jealous. One of the hard realities one has to accept as part and parcel of growing old is that younger men are going to come along and follow in your footsteps, and I do accept it. Just not this particular younger man. If I could be convinced that Elwood really is our Man on a White Horse I’d be telling everybody so. But he’s not. There are just too many things about him that are a little off-kilter. Richard Spencer doesn’t pass the sniff test. I’m sorry. I know how much you all wanted a for-real Man on a White Horse.

I’m going to refer to Spencer’s shindig with a kind of royal “we,” since whether we like it or not, and regardless of whether it’s accurate or not, the media has now officially coronated Richard Spencer as our Fearless Leader, and from now on everything he does and says will be treated like a Pope of Rome speaking ex cathedra. He will be speaking and acting for us whether we want him to or not, because the media has so decided. I have often protested against this practice of allowing the enemy to choose our leaders and our public spokesmen, but as with so much else I say, it goes in one ear and out the other. So when I use the term “we” from now on with reference to the alt.right in general and Elwood in particular, I am referring to the perception that the public has, including a large portion of the White nationalist internet audience.

The fact is that as good an effort as this was by the standards of our wee little Movement, we still laid on months of preparation and hard work and had people driving or flying thousands of miles from all over the continent, in order to bring together roughly the same number of people as a moderately large wedding reception. There just aren’t that many of us. Which is another reason we need as many as possible living in communities a half an hour’s drive from one another.

The legal consequences of Charlottesville are still unfolding. Spencer is already named as a defendant in at least one wrongful death lawsuit, plus I believe that he is also filing an action of his own against the authorities who ordered the police to stand down. Those SLAPP suits can gobble up the shekels like popcorn. They are usually filed by wealthy people against poor people who can’t afford attorneys in an attempt to coerce the poor into knuckling under through threat of bankruptcy and death under the highway overpass, their shopping cart beside them. Mr. Spencer is going to need every penny of Mom and Dad’s money, and there may be further difficulties in that he himself is being investigated by the comically mis-named “Department of Justice.” A young man panicked when his vehicle was surrounded by violent lefty-brats who attacked him and tried to pull him out of the car, and he hit the accelerator in an attempt to escape the frenzied mob. How, precisely, this is in any way shape or form Richard Spencer’s fault is difficult to discern, but as I could have told him long ago, our crime is not what we do. Our crime is that we exist.

My guess is that at least as far as numerical attendance goes, this Charlottesville gig will prove to be Richard Spencer’s high water mark. I don’t think he’ll be able to bring that many people together, tiki torch in hand, ever again. I think among other things the legal consequences growing out of August 12th will take Spencer years to get clear of. But we’ll see how that plays out.

In addition to which, the lefty brats aren’t the only ones who have snowflakes among them. Now that alt.right types understand that what we do is dangerous even under apparently optimum conditions, and that those participating can always have their lives destroyed in the blink of an eye by some random act of Amurrican Bad Craziness, I doubt he’ll be able to scrape up as many as 500 bodies again. That’s what makes me hope Elwood doesn’t try to top Charlottesville; every time he does this, he will need to double his turnout, or the media with tear him to shreds and proclaim his downfall to the heavens. Truth will have nothing to do with anything. It never does.

The Long View

I’m sorry to rain on the torchlight parade, but somebody has to. It’s political empty calories, like trying to live on Taco Bell nacho del grande baskets and beer. I am convinced that the adverse effects of Spencer’s achievement will outweigh the good in the long run, but my reasons for doing so are based on observation and experience. The emotional and optic impact of Charlottesville is quite different.

Whiteboys have been raised from birth to feel rather than to think, but we have to sit down and think about all this, very carefully. I admit that to surface perception this Charlottesville thing actually does feel a little bit like victory of some kind. It certainly validates us in the massive media coverage department. (Dead bodies will do that. If it bleeds, it leads.) It’s only when you start looking ahead a few months or years that one sees the problems looming, like sharp jagged rocks below the water along a green and pleasant coastline. What Spencer has done is something I never thought would happen, a trap which is potentially lethal to the White race and in my opinion may well pose an existential threat to our species if we fall into it. He has re-opened a debate on basic strategic concept which frankly I once believed the NF had pretty much won by default, and which we would never have to fight again. Now we may have to waste precious years going over the same ground again.

I’m talking about the Brady Bunch fantasy, the sea-to-shining-sea delusion, the idea that somehow it is possible for a White political movement, or for some single act of dashing-derring-do on the part of an individual, or by praying hard enough to the great jumping Jesus, to turn back the clock to a time a decreasing few of us still remember, and which most of us can only watch on our electronic screens, often in black and white. Spencer’s knees-up in Charlottesville has revived in our minds the idea that somehow, through some inconceivable process or event, it will be possible to bring back Eisenhower, Ozzie and the Beaver and the Brady Bunch, bobbi sox and the family station wagon and church on Sunday followed by the Golden Corral buffet.

It is an incredibly tantalizing vista, something we all long for viscerally, because that world is so close to us in time that those of us who don’t really remember it ourselves can still sense it in our souls. It’s like the lingering fragrance of a beautiful woman who has died, who has been foully murdered in fact, and yet it’s like she’s just left the room---we can feel her presence still. We so long to turn back the hands of time to the 50s and 60s, or even the 70s and 80s, (nostalgia for leg warmers and 8-tracks?) We so badly want to take back all of Amurrica at once from sea-to-shining-sea and make everything like it once was. Sometimes I remember my childhood, and I want to weep that I did not understand and appreciate the gift God had given me, to see the last of that world.

The problem is, it can’t be done. No. It’s just not possible, and if you guys will sit and think about this for a minute you will understand that it is no more possible now than it was before Charlottesville. The clock of history turns forward, never backward. Things in this country have simply gone too far. That has always been one of the bedrock foundations of the Northwest Migration, and now thanks to Richard Spencer’s tiki torches it is under challenge.

I will give only one concrete reason of many here as to why it can’t be done. Right now there are an estimated 180 million people on the North American continent who should not be here. Everything from Hong Kong Chinese in Vancouver to Salvadorean gang-bangers in Los Angeles, from Somali warlords in Minneapolis to mosques in Houston, from screaming sexual deviates to nappy-headed booga booga boogas, from Rachel Maddow to bird-brained Christian Zionists to half the population of Washington D.C. and last but not least, there are millions of pale-skinned moral imbeciles who voted for Hillary Clinton. Just what the hell are we going to do with all these people? No, I mean really?

We’re waiting, Mr. Spencer. Hello? Mr. Spencer?

Elwood Blues doesn’t have an answer, and he ain’t never gonna have an answer. I do, as you know.

That Tired Old Circus Analogy Again

Sorry, I know you’re probably sick of this one, but you really need to get your arms around it. I have sometimes compared the job of the Northwest Front to being a schoolmaster in a classroom of unruly seven-year-olds on a warm spring day with the windows open. It’s hard enough at the best of times to keep our little scholars’ noses stuck into their books and studying the multiplication tables on the blackboard. But then outside, the circus comes marching down the street, with calliopes and bass drums and clowns and elephants and pretty girls in sequined outfits stunt-riding on horses, and some slick ringmaster like Richard Spencer shouting through a megaphone that he’s got the greatest show on earth. I honestly figured we were about out of that stage, but I was wrong, and now we have to go through it all again.

What the Party has to engage in now is a massive back-to-basics campaign, clearly and cogently laying out the simple political and demographic facts of life to our own people. The case for geographic separation in general and the Northwest Homeland in particular must be made and re-made over and over again, the sheer, irresistible, utterly depressing logic of it pounded into our people’s skulls, until we finally get their attention away from all the flickering torches and they take a good long look around them and they see what is real, near, and deadly dangerous. We cannot keep a large number of our own people from running to Richard Spencer like lemmings, eager for the promised entertainment, which I am sure he will provide. What we can do is make sure that the people who retain the ability to think rather than to feel go with us.

One of the ways in which Spencer’s new movement will founder is the same way all the others have: his essential lack of a plan. At least so far. If he has one, he isn’t sharing it, and if he has one he needs to. Hundreds or even thousands of torches in the darkness are an awe-inspiring sight, that I grant you. They are not a plan, they are a light show at a rock concert. (And yes, I am aware of my own past joking references to torchlight parades. Our Movement is nothing if not full of irony.)

So what is the plan, Richard? What precisely are you going to do with all those bodies and how will you bring that plan to fruition?

Spencer is at least so far trying to work within democracy, and always remember that the purpose of democracy is to prevent change. At best, even for those who play the game successfully with skill and ruthlessness and dump-truckloads full of money, democracy only ends up in one place: elected office. And we see with Donald Trump how that works out for genuine outsiders. If the billionaire Trump is having this hard of a time, how the hell do you think somebody like Richard Spencer would fare? My guess is Spencer simply wouldn’t be allowed to assume any office he was elected to; the Jews and Deep State would get some kind of court injunction barring him from admission into Congress or the White House, or wherever.

Nevertheless, I figure we’re likely looking at a Richard Spencer for President campaign, possibly kicked off in 2018 with a Congressional bid in Texas, where he’s from. If you’re going to use democracy, that’s the only way it can go. Or possibly some big media company so Mr. Spencer can become his generation’s Roger Ailes.

Neither of which secures the existence of our people and a future for White children.

Friday, September 08, 2017

Bill White Legal Update

 
Hello all: 

I just received the government's Response Brief in my MD Fl habeas case. I have not yet read the brief but I've skimmed it, and read enough to know that the conviction in the Middle District of Florida (the American Front conviction) is in a lot of trouble.

I don't know if Judge Antoon is going to even bother to read my 2255 pleadings.  His last ruling in this matter, on my New Trial Motion, simply copied the government brief and was extraordinarily erroneous. Antoon has been screwing this whole process up since May. However, I do know that the 11th Circuit does a very thorough review of these orders, and I'm certain that in the long run, the MD Florida conviction is going into the toilet.

Be well.
Bill

[Bill is apparently no longer allowed an attorney, and so he is filing all of these appeals pro se. The dictatorship is basically ignoring everything he files. It has also ignored a Supreme Court ruling several years ago determining that what Bill is charged with was never a crime to begin with. This will probably go on for many years.]