Thursday, June 29, 2006

Chapter 1-2

How is it that 'men of light and leading' hardly ever call in question the manufactured 'moral codes,' under which our once vigorous Northern race is slowly and surely eating out its heart in peaceful inaction and laborious dry-rot? Standard 'moral principles' are arbitrarily assumed by their orthodox apologist to be a fixed and unalterable quantity, and that to doubt the divine-rightness of these 'principles' is treason and sacrilege. When the greatest thinkers of a race are incapable,or afraid to perform their manifest and logical function, it is scarcely to be wondered that average citizens are, also, somewhat unwilling to 'risk life, fortune, and sacred honor' for the overthrow of popularized 'right and wrong' concepts, that they know from bitter personal experience, are unworkable falsities. Although the average man feels in his heart that nearly all political and religious conventionalisms are dynamic deceits, yet how cautiously he avoids any open display of antagonism thereto? He was not the courage of his opinions. He is afraid to say openly what he thinks secretly. In other words he is living in a state of subjectiveness; of vassalage. He allows his brain to be dominated and held in bondage by the brain of another. From his infancy he has been deliberately subjected to a continuous external pressure, especially to coerce his understanding into strict accord with pre-arranged views of moral, political, or religious 'duty.' He has not been permitted to one moment of real mental liberty. He imbibed fraudulent conventionalisms with his mother's milk. He listens to the most hideous lies being glorified in his presence as sublime truths. He hears falsehoods sung in swelling chorus. He hears them sounded on bugles of silver and brass. He hears them intoned by congregations of the faithful amid peals of sacred music, and the solemn roll of chanted prayer. Thus his mind is sterilized by authority before it has had a chance to mature. Thus youth is mentally castrated, that is natural vitality may be afterwords used up in the yoke of custom- which is the yoke of slavery. In the nursury, at school, and at college, plastic brain-pulp is deliberately forced into the pre-arranged mould. Everything that a corrupt civilization can do, is done to compress the growing intellect into unnatural channels. Thus the great mass of men who inhabit the world of to-day have no initiative, no originality of independence of thought, but are mere subjective individualities, who have never had the slightest voice in fashioning the ideals that they formally revere.

Although the average man has taken no part in manufacturing moral codes and statute laws, yet how he obeys them with dog-like submissiveness? He is trained to obedience, like oxen are broken to the yoke of their masters. He is a born thrall habituated from childhood to be governed by others. Chinese civilization deliberately distorts the its children's feet, by swathing them in bandages of silk and hoop-iron. Christian civilization crushes and cramps the mind of its youth by means of philosophies, artificial moral codes and ironclad political creeds. Deleterious sub-theories of good and evil are systematically injected into our lituratures, and gradually (without serious obstruction) they crystallize themselves into cast formulas, infallible constitutions, will-o-the-wisp evangels and other deadly epidemics.

Modern 'leaders of thought' are almost wholly wanting in originallity and courage. Their wisdom is foolishnes, their remedies poison. They idiotically claim that they guide the destinies of nations, whereas, in reality, they are but the flotsam and scum-froth that glides smoothly down the dark stream of decadence.

"Thus all the people of the earth are helpless, seeing those that lead are blind."

Mankind is aweary, aweary of its sham prophets, its demagogues and its statesman. It crieth out for kings and heroes. It demands a nobility-a nobility that cannot be hired with money, like slaves or beasts of burden. The world awaits the coming of mighty men of valor, great destroyers; destroyers of all that is vile, angels of death. We are sick unto nausea of the 'good Lord Jesus,' terror-stricken under the executive of priest, mob and proconsul. We are tired to death of 'Equality.' Gods are at a discount, devils are in demand. He who would rule the coming age must be hard, cruel and deliberately intrepid, for softness assails not succesfully the idols of multitude. Those idols must be smashed into fragments, burnt into ashes, and that cannot be done by the gospel of love. The living forces of evil are to be found in the living ideas of to-day. The Commandments and laws and moral codes that we are called upon to reverence and obey are themselves the insidious enginery of decadence. It is moral principles that manufacture beggars. It is golden rules that glorify meekness. It is statute laws that make spaniels of men.
A man may keep every one of the Ten Commandments and yet remain a fool all the days of his life. He may obey every written law of the land, and yet be a caitiff and a slave. He may 'love Jesus,' delight in the golden rule and yet continue to the hour of his death, a failure and dependent. Truly the way to hell is by fulfilling the commandments of God.

If the all-conquiring race to which we belong, is not to irretrievably dwindle into multitudinious nothingness, (like the inferior herds it has outdistanced or enslaved) then it is essential that the Semitic spider webs (so astutely woven for ages into the brains of our chiefs) be remorselessly torn out be the very roots, even though the tearing out process be both painful and bloody. If we would retain and defend our inherited manhood, we must not permit ourselves to be forever rocked to repose, with the sweet lullabies of eastern idealisms. Too long we have been hypnotized by the occult charm of Hebrew Utopianism. If we continue to obey the insidious spell that has been laid upon us, we will wake up some dread morning with the gates of hell-'of hell upon earth' yawning wide open, to close again upon us forever. The idea of hell is in some respects a truthful conception, suggestive of actual fact. If we terrestrialize the location, the is nothing in harmonious about it. Many a race, many a tribe, and many a mighty empire has gone down into a grimly realistic sheol. Is it not right and just, that the vile, the base and degenerate (that is to say the slave nations of the earth) should be punished pitilessly for their creeping cowardess? Is it not right that they should be, as it were, fried and roasted-should swim in pools of boiling blood, or dance sweltering satanic glees, with blistering feet and straining eye-balls on red-hot Saharas of gravel and sand? In actual operation Nature is cruel and merciless to men, as to all other beings. Let a tribe of human animals live a rational life, Nature will smile apon them and their posterity; but let them attempt to organize an unnatural mode of existence an equility elysium, and they will be punished even to the point of extermination.

Monday, June 26, 2006

Chapter 1-1

In this arid wilderness of steel and stone I raise up my voice that you may hear.
To the East and to the West I beckon.
To the North and to the South I show a sign-
Proclaiming, "Death to the weakling, wealth to the strong."
Open your eyes that you may hear, O men of mildewed minds and listen to me, ye laborious millions!
For I stand forth to challenge the wisdom of the world; to interrogate the "laws" of man and of "God".
I request reasons for your Golden Rule and ask the why and wherefore of your ten Commands.
Before none of your printed idols do I bend in acquiescence and he who saith "thou shalt" to me is my mortal foe.
I demand proof over all things, and accept (with reservations) even that which is true.
I dip my forefinger in the watery blood of your impotent mad-redeemer (your Divine Democrat-your Hebrew Madman) and write over his thorn-torn brow, "The true Prince of Evil-the King of the Slaves!"

No hoary falsehood shall be a truth to me-no cult or dogma shall encamp my pen.
I break away from all conventions. Alone, untrammelled. I raise up in stern invasion the standard of the Strong.
I gaze into the glassy eye of your fearsome Jehovah, and pluck him by the beard-I uplift a broad-axe and split open the worm-eaten skull.

I blast out the ghastly contents philosophic whited sepulchres and laugh with sardonic wrath.
Then reaching up the festering and varnished facade of your haughtiest moral dogmas, I write thereon in letters of blazing scorn:-"Lo,and behold, all this is fraud!"

I deny all things! I question all things! And yet! And yet!-
-Gather around me O! ye death-defiant and the earth itself shall be thine, to have and to hold.

What is your 'civilization and progress' if its only outcome is hysteria and downgoing?
What is 'government and law' if their ripened harvests are men without sap?
What are 'religions and literatures' if their grandest productions are hordes of faithful slaves?What is 'evolution and culture' if their dead-sea-fruit is a caitiff race, with rottenness in it's bones?

Wednesday, June 21, 2006

Something Wicked This Way Comes

Currently listening to: Iced Earth - Something Wicked This Way Comes

Also Wicked and en route is my copy of Might is Right. Thanks to Avatarin on for shipping on the same day I ordered.

Sunday, June 18, 2006

A new look

Alright, the page has a few graphics now, some of my first attempts at image editing. The picture at the top of the page is the Schwarze Sonne from Wewelsburg Castle. I will eventually purchase a copy of the book Might_is_Right. After I acquire a copy I will type it out in chapters, as I know of no electronic copy in existence.
That will be the main thrust of the blog, with any other thoughts I have on related topics.

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