Monday, July 31, 2006

Chapter 3-4

When we look back upon the childlike faith in Constitutionalism, displayed by our Revolutionary Fathers together with their infantile republican specifics for the redemption of mankind, we cannot help smiling. At every general election, since 1776, Americans have solidly for increasing the despotic authority of their elective rulers and task-masters. Personal liberty is very nearly unknown (except in the newspaper) and any citizen who dares to think in direct opposition to the dogma of the Majority does so at the risk of his life, if he thinks too loudly.

Indeed, men of the initiative and enterprise are now in the regular habit of purchasing immunity from Communal molestation by bribing legislatures and officials upon a wholesale scale. The State is a blackmail agency.

Enterprises necessitating state-permits and large preliminary expenditures of capitol cannot be safely taken until elective satraps (Aldermen, Judges, Governors, Congressmen, Presidents, Senators, etc.) have first negotiated a percentage ‘rake-off.’ Neither life nor property is safe from the malignancy, revenge or greed of government officials or their confederates. He who would assert himself in this Republic, under present conditions, must be a man of unscrupulous acumen and shrewdness. He must know the exact price of every ‘patriot,’ with whom business brings him in contact and be ready to pay it without demurnay, with an appearance of hearty enthusiasm: otherwise it will go hard with him. Should he be a poor man, his chances in life are infinitesimal, so long as he is conscientious. No citizen ‘can call his soul his own,’ who dares to openly attack the administrative scoundrelism, scoundrelism based securely upon purchasable majority votes. Those thievish official peculators of Turkey, China, Persia, and Morocco would hang their heads in utter shame at their own clumsy methods of robbery, if they once beheld the magnificent mechanism and finesse wherewith American politicians enrich themselves by bleeding the treasuries, stealing public lands, and sweating the revenues.

Indeed, Grand Viziers (heaven bless them) not only plunder living generations, but they even make Futurity contribute to their hungry rapacity.

Their schemes of financial legerdemain are of unparalleled brilliance and grandeur. They borrow thousands of millions upon National Credits from the Usurers, and then proceed to apportion the money unto each other, under the elaborate pretense of needful public expenditure, redeeming the currency, etc., etc.

In order that the Jew may be secured in his usurious ‘shent-per-shent,’ oppressive taxes are laid on the Peasantry wherewith to pay the annual interest charge upon the Bonded Millions. All of these tributes are collectable (in appreciating gold) at the point of the Supreme Court’s bayonet. However, military assistance is very seldom needed to enforce the tax-collector’s demands, because most Americans are exceptionally docile and ‘good.’ No need of coercion with a palsied people, ever eager to obey the slightest nod of their Masters.

America! America! Never shall you realize the true meaning of thorough-going Independence and Self-Proprietorship until an American Cromwell or an American Caesar has signed the death-warrant of an American King. The Executive who sells his people into bondage is a Public Enemy, whether he be an elective Monarch or a hereditary King. Such a Scoundrel and Traitor has no rights that property holding Freemen are bound to respect: no not one. By accepting the gold of Public Plunderers he makes himself an Ishmaelite. His hand is against every man’s hearth and every man’s property. Therefore, every man’s hand should be uplifted against him.

In days not long gone by, men of our Race have hung bribe-takers with scant ceremony; and even rolled the heads of Kings into the executioner’s basket.

If we are not to be robbed now of everything we possess and reduced to conditions of absolute State servitude, we must not shrink from doing so again.

Despotism, if it is to be overthrown, must be fought with its own weapons, and the vilest of Despotisms are ever founded upon Majority votes.

As for ‘the Common People,’ they are energetically chasing shadowy paternalisms and allowing their substance to be ‘appropriated’ on a gigantic scale. They are living in a fool’s paradise of ‘progress,’ and ‘peaceful industrial evolution,’ as the cant phrases go. Some of these days they may possibly wake up (when too late) and discover with alarm and astonishment that all their mock iambics have been of no avail against the insidious growth of centralized Oligarchic Herbariums, ballot-box desolation and industrial imperialism.

Americans have yet to learn that each generation must fight out it’s own good fight, and not rely for the preservation of its hardihood and independence, upon moth-eaten parchments nor on fraudulent statesmen, now in the graveyard, statesmen who spent their petty babble some lives; not in doing heroic things, but in founding and enthroning the abominations that afflict us all to-day like a palsy. Our national hero-worship badly wants reconstruction.

Monday, July 24, 2006

Chapter 3-3

There are two methods whereby masterful, ambitious men may hold any population in a state of ordered subjectivity. The first and by far the most honorable method is through an irresistible highly-trained standing army, ready to deploy anywhere; with mechanical precision at a telegraphic nod in order to lay down the Law at the cannon’s mouth and sweep away all dangerous opposition.

The second and cheaper method is, first of all, to inoculate those intended to be exploited with some poisonous political soporific, superstition, or theora; something that operating insidiously, hypodermically, may render them laborious, meek, and tractable.

The latter plan has ever proved itself the most effective because Aryan populations that would fight to the last gasp against undisguised military despotism may be induced to passively submit to any indignity or extortion, if their brains are first carefully soaked in some Abstract Lie.

At the period of the War of Independence, North America was far too wide, far too sparsely settled, and far too poor in concentrated wealth to be effectively ruled and plundered upon the standing army principle, either by King George of the successful Junta, or power-wielding Revolutionists.

Hamilton, Hancock, Jefferson, Adams, Madison, Henry, and all the vested material interests that stood a solid phalanx behind those voluble patriots cast about for some safer method of ruling the minds of the uninformed but extremely valorous yeomanry, backwoodsmen, and mountaineers.

After mature consideration they determined to lull and lure the armed peasantry back into a condition of blissful somnolence, by instilling into their newly aroused minds false but seductive political idealisms, as subtle supplements to the moralisms. This cunning plot worked like a charm, for Equality of Rights seemed to puritanic minds the logical outcome of that other hoary old lie, ‘Equality before God.’ (“What a set of damned rascals they were!” was Governor Morris’s terse, rugged, but ever memorable description of the Congress of smart Corruptionists that adopted and formally proclaimed those famous and fatal Abstractions.)

Thereupon, the Sword of Power that conquered on the battlefield was carefully hidden away out of sight and ‘Constitutionalism’ invoked to aid in the re-harnessing of the Conquerors of Cornwallis by their new masters. The old systems of Jurisprudence and Government (founded on naked force) were cleverly retained, even amplified, and at the same time the white skinned populations were cunningly proclaimed ‘free and equal.’ Never having enjoyed the genuine personal freedom (except on the Indian border) being for the most part descendants of hunted-out European starvelings and fanatics, (defeated battlers) they now stupidly thought that they had won Freedom at last by the patent device of selecting a complete outfit of new tax-gathers every fourth year.

Sunday, July 23, 2006

Chapter 3-2

The Declaration of Independence commences by proclaiming an unctuous falsehood, a black, degrading, self-evident lie, a lie which no one could possibly believe but a born fool. With insolent effrontery it brazenly proclaims as ‘a self evident truth’ that ‘all men are created equal’ and that they are ‘endowed by their Creator* with certain inalienable right,’ rights which it thereupon proceeds to define in canting phraseology, imbecile and florid as it is false.

* A mythical airy being who roams about Eternity manufacturing Things out of Nothings, a fable.

Indeed the mock-heroic preamble of this rhetorical pronunciamento is but a cunningly constructed piece of blague, deliberately intended to deceive and betray. It consists of a patchwork of plagiarized catchwords, annexed wholesale from the ravings of seventeenth-century Levellers, crazed puritanic Mattoids and eighteenth-century cretinous French Jacobeans, all mixed up and jumbled together with a long rigmarole of semi-meaningless, pretty phrases, culled mostly from an old time melodrama.

The Declaration of Independence has less real meaning for present conditions than a bottled-up Indian war-whoop of the same period would have, if uncorked now. It is a back-number, musty, high smelling, and worm-eaten: only fit for the walls of a museum or the brain-cells of, a daft philosopher.

Its ethical and most of its political conclusions are shams, deceptions and cold-blooded dishonesties, incandescent lies, glorified, belauded, printed in letters of gold, but nevertheless, Lies.

Indeed it has always been considered a piece of amusing mockery by those who really understood the secret intent for which it was originally constructed: Viz: as a lasso for the bellowing Herds, that, about one hundred years ago were beginning to run wild, and escape from their herdsmen, and herdsmen’s stock-whip, in this (then) boundless New World.

To all contemporary demagogues, the high-sounding phraseology of the ‘Declaration is as honey from paradise.’ Everywhere its seductive abstractions are the Avatars of anarchism, communism, republicanism, and scores of other zymotic convulsions.

Why then should sane men continue giving lip-service to the subtle deception? Why should they, by their silence, acquiesce in the malefic efforts of Organic Weaklings, (instigated by prattles of a false philosophy) to enforce by electioneering mass-pressure an impossible and hideous Equality Ideal?

Every national appeal is now made, not to the Noblest and the Best, but to the riff-raff, the slave hordes, who possess less intelligence than night-owls. All that is brave, honorable, heroic is ignored tacitly, for fear of offending the deified herd, ‘the Majority.’ ‘Equality of conditions’ is its debasing shibboleth and verily he who has temerity enough to spit upon Equality is liable to be horned to death.

The ‘Voice of the People’ can only be compared to the fearsome shrieks of agony that may now and then be heard issuing forth from the barred windows of a roadside madhouse. ‘The voice of God!’ Alas! Alas!

Friday, July 21, 2006

Top predators key to ecosystem survival

The answer to overpopulation? More predators. The answer to human overpopulation? More predators. Are you up to the job?

Humans often remove these animals from the food chain

Thursday, July 20, 2006

Chapter 3-1

Just as the spider weaves his silky web, to lure flies into the larder of his banqueting hall in order that he may, at his leisure, pick the flesh off their bones, so, deceitful Ideals are cunningly woven by dexterous political spiders, to capture and exploit swarms of human flies.

What are the grandiose paragraphs of the Declaration of Independence, but the weft and woof of a dazing spider-web? And what are the American people but the flies that have been cleverly entangled in its gossamer meshes. For over a century this ‘Declaration’ has been the parchment divinity of all public orators, from the curbside dervish at the street corner, to our Elective Monarch in the White House. Every 4th of July, Americans habitually scream themselves hoarse over its sounding generalities: making the welkin ring with tin-horns, giant fire-crackers, flag-idolatry, brass bands, toy pistols and herd-bellowing generally. Although the great majority of them are mental and physical dwindlings, poverty stricken, and property-less, yet how insanely they delight in amusing a sardonic world with their loquacious flamboyant charlatanry. “We are sovereigns and equals” is their everlasting Barmecide chorus. “Sovereigns and Equals!”

In all lunatic asylums may be found inmates who fancy themselves kings and queens, and lords of the earth. These sorrowful creatures, if only permitted to wear imaginary crowns and issue imaginary commands, are the most docile and harmless of all maniacs.

As for the American People of to-day: is not their written constitution but a cunningly constructed straight jacket, their moral codes, padded prison cells; their statute laws, handcuffs and leg-irons, their Captains of Industry, keepers and turnkeys in clever disguise? One hundred years ago they ostensibly commenced ‘independent’ operations with the richest continent on earth as their private property, their subscribed capitol and during the whole of that period, have they not been as busy as so many relays of draught beasts-of-burden, pumping the tremendous natural wealth out their home soil, and pouring it over-sea into the cesspools of Europe?

Is not that the work of lunatics? They smashed and splintered the wooden political yoke of an English king and then proceeded to rivet around their necks a brand new yoke of bolted steel, which they forged especially to fit themselves; and which they dignified under the name of “Constitutional Freedom.”

Is not that also the work of lunatics? Cursed indeed are the harnessed ones! Cursed are they even though their harness be home made, even although it tinkles musically with silver bells, aye! Even though every buckle and link and rivet thereof be made of solid gold.

How absurd of men to hurrah over their ‘glorious political liberty’ who have not even been able to retain possession of the substantial products of their own laboriousness. After a century of ‘constitutional progress,’ ten percent of all the population are absolute owners of ninety-two percent of all the property.

Now, O reader! Are not these things the outward and visible sign of organic dementia?

Wednesday, July 19, 2006

Boldly Stand Erect

Boldly Stand Erect

Jewish books are for the Jews,
And Jew Messiahs, too.
But if you’re not of Jewish blood,
How can they be for you?

To make and Idol of a book,
Is poison for the brain;
A dying God upon a cross
Is reason gone insane.

Beware of all the Holy Books
And all the creeds and schools,
And every law that man has made
And all the golden rules.

“Laws” and “Rules” imposed on you
From days of old renown,
Are not intended for your “good”
But for your crushing down.

Then dare to rend the chains that bind
And to yourself be true.
Dare to liberate your mind,
From all things, old and new.

Always think your own thought,
All others thoughts reject;
Learn to use your own brain
And boldly stand erect.

Monday, July 17, 2006

Chapter 2-12

Blessed are the Strong for they shall possess the earth,
Cursed are the weak for they shall inherit the yoke.
Blessed are the Powerful for they shall be reverenced among men,
Cursed are the Feeble for they shall be blotted out.

Blessed are the Bold for they shall be masters of the world,
Cursed are the Humble for they shall be trodden under hoofs.
Blessed are the Victorious for victory is the basis of Right,
Cursed are the Vanquished for they shall be vassals forever.

Blessed are the battle-blooded, Beauty shall smile upon them,
Cursed are the Poor-in-Spirit, they shall be spat upon.
Blessed are the Death defiant, their days shall be long in the land,
Cursed are the feeble brained, for they shall perish amidst plenty.

Blessed are the destroyers of false hope, they are the true Messiahs,
Cursed are the God-adorers, they shall be shorn sheep.
Blessed are the Valiant for they shall obtain great treasure,
Cursed are the believers in Good and Evil for they are frightened by shadows.

Blessed are they who believe in Nothing, never shall it terrorize their minds,
Cursed are the ‘lambs of God,’ they shall be bled ‘whiter than snow.’
Blessed is the man who hath powerful enemies, they shall make him a hero,
Cursed is he who ‘doeth good’ unto others, he shall be despised.

Blessed is the man whose foot is swift to serve his friend, he is a friend indeed,
Cursed are the organizers of Charities, they are the propagators of plagues.
Blessed are the Wise and Brave, for in the Struggle they shall win,
Cursed are the unfit for they shall be righteously exterminated.

Blessed are the sires of Noble Maidens, they are the salt of the earth,
Cursed are the mothers of strumous Tenderlings for they shall be ashamed.
Blessed are the mighty-minded for they shall ride the whirl-winds,
Cursed are they who teach Lies for Truth, and Truth for Lies for they are an abomination.

Blessed are Unmerciful, their posterity shall own the world,
Cursed are the Pitiful for they shall receive no pity.
Blessed are the destroyers of Idols for they shall be feared by tyrants,
Cursed are the famous Wiselings, their seed shall perish off the earth.

Thrice cursed are the Vile for they shall serve and suffer.

Contrast this with an orthodox Sermonette, one that is repeated every seventh day in thousands of sacred sanctuaries by consecrated black-robed clericals, who have been specially trained from boyhood to weepfully, unctuously rehearse the same with upturned eyes and skillful snuffle or in classic diction, sounding, sonorous, nay! Sublime, as suites the occasion.

Dearly Beloved Brethren!!!

Gawd answers all who kneel and pray, is a Trewth accepted day by day. Behold! Their bright and joyful lot, who’ve faith in what Christ Jesus taught!

If you’ve empty pockets and tables bare, demand ye not your natural share; that would be wrong; but, creep and sigh and ‘you’ll go to heaven when you die.’

For the meek and humble who obey, there’s a happy and far, far away; but a fearsome, fiery brimstone pit, shall smelt their marrow, who won’t, submit.

If foemen smite you on one cheek, turn round the other, tearful, meek; if perjured knaves your votes betray: come ‘wicked sinners,’ kneel and, pray.

If Hebrews fleece and flay your hide, heaven’s gates for you shall open wide; Christ your Shepherd, won’t lead astray, O! Lambs of God! Come bleat and pray.

If bruised and beaten, shorn and sold, you’re sure of stalls in your Father’s fold; but, robbers rob, or rulers slay! Hell roast your souls for ever and aye.

If elected persons invade your wealth, with bribes and lies or deadly stealth, and threat your bones with a bannered host; Christ is you refuge and the Holy Ghost.

You’ll triumph thus ‘in the dawning years’ hope on! Toil on! In this vale of tears sing, “Rock of Ages cleft for me, O! let me hide myself in thee.”

Chapter 2-11

During three years of Christ Jesus’ peripatetic trappings, he never said anything that had not been better said a thousand times before, by Dervishes, Spellbinders, and Mahatmas. Neither did he do anything that had not previously been better done, by the jugglers and wonder-workers of Egypt, India, and Assyria. Not a few of his ‘miracles’ are to this day, part of the ordinary stock-in-trade of fortune-telling gypsies, third-class strolling players, and charlatans in general.

The very phrase that ‘He’ uses to sum-up and memorize ‘His’ patent Cure-all, was undoubtedly stolen (directly or indirectly) from Plato, the Rig Veda, or Confucius. The Golden Rule is not only a snare and a tangle, but it also, is a literary piracy.

“He raised the dead,” you indignantly protest. And even supposing that he did, wherein is the positive advantage? What is gained by restoring vitality to the decomposing corpse of an animal that may so easily be duplicated, an animal that is a positive nuisance, numerically? What is the ‘good’ of breathing the ‘breath of life’ into an odorous winding-sheet-full of maggots and moldy bones? Are there not plenty of animalcula on earth, without dragging them out of the tombs? (Especially are there not plenty of leprous Asiatics?) Death and destruction are necessary to the health of this world and, therefore, as natural and loveable as birth and life. Only priests and born cowards moan and weep over dying. Brave men face it with approving nonchalance.

“Come lovely and soothing Death, undulate around the world. Serenely arriving! Arriving! In the day, in the night; to all, to each. Sooner or later, delicate Death.”
Walt Whitman’s “Ode to Death”

He fed the hungry, but to what end, I say? Why should a famishing multitude be fed by a god? And that too, in a land said to be flowing with milk and honey! Would not such a mob be far better dead? Would not Napoleon with his cosmic ‘whiff of grape-shot’ be just the right man for such an occasion? From the harmonious nature of things, it is clear that men were intended to feed themselves by their own personal exertions or perish like dogs. He therefore, who ‘feeds the hungry,’ is really encouraging poltroonery (which includeth all other crimes) for men who quietly starve within reach of abounding plenty are, all poltroons.

“He clothed the naked,” you shriek; and why, it may be asked, should ‘the naked’ be clothed, they being able bodied? What right have they to broadcloth and fine linen? If men possess not enough sense to clothe themselves (in a literal Weaving Mill of inexhaustible looms) why should a ‘God,’ the son of a holy ghost, come down from Cloudland (via a Jewess maiden’s womb) to robe such groveling, miserable hounds in swaddling clothes made of cotton or wool? ‘Clothing the naked’ is purely a business affair.

Here, it may be suggested en-passant, is the wearing of garments, in itself, a natural and necessary condition of adult existence? It certainly does not render the ‘human form divine,’ more healthy or more beautiful to gaze upon (although it may prevent Tenderlings from perishing of cold.) Was it really intended that the man-animal only, should wrap itself up from birth to death in layer over layer of disease-breeding rags? Was there not a secret vital strength in the wind and rain and storms that whirled around our forefather’s giant limbs and shaggy brows? All ethnic legends tell us that our first parents were most elegantly attired in glorious sunshine and gaudy fresh air. Who ever saw a Cherubim painted in pointed shoes, pantaloons, cuffs, collars, and overcoat; or a smirking angle in bloomers, steel-ribbed corsets, and delicate little ‘O! dear me! how awful!’ style? Clothing serves most effectively to hide the abominable physical deformity of modern men and women, just as superficial educationalisms serve to hide their dwarfed minds. If they were to perambulate around in the nude, even the street curs would bark at them out of sheer terror. Indeed, they would be more hideous to the eye than the stuffed scarecrow that adorns a relative’s harrowed field: and at which our old dog “Danger” generally barks himself into hysterics over, whenever he gets off the chain.

What a horrible sight a crowd of free and independent electors would be, all sitting in solemn conclave, sucking their thumbs, absorbing political opiates and divine euthanasia? Just think of it! (Even Carlyle the dyspeptic would faint at the sight.) The very conception of such a saddening horror makes one ill. It would be as if they all had just emerged from a tomb, a tomb of wool and cotton and leather.

Physical distortion and mental malformation are the direct result of two thousand years of bad-breeding: that is to say, of Mongrelism, of Democracy, of Equality, of Moody-and-Sankyism, Christian-ism, originating in the despairful and fallacious philosophy of a Crucified Wanderer (suffering from acute Morbus Sacer) is now developed into an organized and world-wide conspiracy of Clericals, Politicals and Decadents directed en-masse; with Jesuitic cunning against all the primitive and Heroic Virtues.

Our clean-skinned ‘heathenish’ ancestors with all their vital forces unimpaired, were really the nobler type of animal. We on the other hand, with our corrupt irresolute, civilized hearts, our trembling nerves, our fragile anemic constitutions are actually the lower, viler type, notwithstanding the baseless optimism that courtly rhymers drivel into their “Heirs of all the ages,” etc., etc.

No people can long retain hardihood and independence whose minds become submissive to a False Ideal.

Sunday, July 16, 2006

Chapter 2-10

Count Leo Tolstoy, undoubtedly the ablest modern expounder of primitive Christliness, in a much translated volume, entitled: “Work While Ye Have Light,” writes thus; “Our Faith tells us that bliss is to be found, not in resistance, but in submission; not in riches, but in giving everything away; we have not quite succeeded in casting off every habit of violence and property.”

To the most inept understanding, could any proposition be placed in a clearer light? Is it not as simple as ‘rolling off a log,’ that the individual who even attempts to become a true and honest Christian must become like unto a tame sheep? What a sublime Ideal? How heroic?

The bliss of a sheep! How superlatively delightful? How divinely glorious? And a Jew as the Good Shepherd, who leadeth his lambs “to green pastures, and quiet resting places, the pleasant waters by.” For two thousand years or so, his fleecy flocks have been fattening themselves up with commendable diligence, for the shearing-shed and the butcher’s block.

Let any nation throw away all ‘habits of violence,’ and before long it must cease to exist as a nation. It will be laid under tribute; it will become a province, a satrapy. It will be taxed and looted in a thousand different ways.

Let any man abandon all property, also, all overt resistance to aggression and behold, the first sun will scarcely have sunk down in the West before he is a bondservant, a tributary, a beggar, or a corpse.

Property is necessary to the complete and free development of personality, and therefore human animals should somehow obtain a full and fair proportion thereof at any cost, or perish in the attempt; for he who cannot possess himself of property is much better buried out of sight. Our cities are literally honeycombed with treasure caverns, heaped up with gold, title-deeds, silver and instruments of credit; our valleys and our mountains are actually bubbly with wealth untold; and yet, poor miserable ‘servants of Christ’ pass idly by. Men, they call themselves! I call them, castrates.

If Tolstoy’s obsequious principles are derived from the Sermon on the Mount, then who can deny but that the Sermon on the Mount is a sermon unto decay and slavery? If they are derived from the Golden Rule and if the Golden Rule is the word of God, then can it be doubted that the word of God is the word of Fraud. There is far too much of this ghastly ‘goodness’ in the nation, far and away too much. It is time men who can think began to emancipate themselves, and consider the fact that: Morals, laws and decalogues were made by liars, thieves and rogues.

All good citizens however are hereby warned and solemnly advised, not to smash-up the Ten Commandments, not to burn the Golden Rule, not to break-up the Moral Law, for that would be terribly wicked! Terribly! On the other hand they must obey all law implicitly (no matter how it originated) and be sure (above everything) to order themselves lowly and reverently before executive officers of the Law even if in doing so, they are deprived of their Property and their Liberty forever. Obedience, you see, is of God ‘who so loveth the world,’ but Disobedience is horrible and of the Devil, and the Devil is a frightful rascal, who has not the slightest respect for anybody or anything; not even the American Constitution. Let us curse the Devil then and obey, the Law.

Liberty is honestly definable, as a state of compete bodily and mental self-mastership (which includeth the possession of property; also defensive weapons) and thorough-going Independence from all official coercions or restraint. Liberty in the conventional sense is a miserable Lie.

To be independent is synonymous with proprietorship. To be property-less and unarmed is the condition of actual dependence and servitude. Unarmed citizens are always enslaved citizens, always. Liberty without Property is a myth, a nursery tale, believable only by babbling babies, and ‘fools-in-the-forest,’ fools in the city, also. ‘Liberty Regulated by Law’ is, in practice, tyranny of the darkest and foulest description, because it is so impersonal.

There are numerous worthy, reasonable and practical methods whereby individual tyrants may be removed; but a tyranny ‘regulated by Law’ is only removable by one method, the sword in the hands of men who are not afraid to use it, or to have it used against them. That is to say, the Sword in the hands of the Strongest.

During the whole course of human history, there is not upon record, one authentic instance wherein a subjugated people has ever regained property-holding Liberty, without first butchering its tyrants (or its tyrant’s armed slaves in battle,) thereafter confiscating to its own use the lands and realized property that previously had been in the possession of its defeated foes and masters. This statement is made with cool deliberation and aforethought. Let it be disproved by any one creditable example to the contrary, and the Author is prepared to forfeit 50,000 ounces of pure gold and enough ‘dimes and dollars’ to erect in Chicago a bronze statue of ‘Our Blessed Redeemer’ (crown of thorns and all) 100 cubits higher than the Masonic Temple. This offer is strictly bona-fide and shall remain open till 1906, so that philosophers, editors, statesmen, divines (and all other accomplished liars) may have enough time to blind themselves, wading through National Archives, and the putrid rubbish heaps that men call Public Libraries. Should some or all of said Mutual Admiration Society maniac-geniuses go blind, also deaf, dumb, and silly: this wicked old world may probably whoop with delight, should it happen to hear of the fact.

Saturday, July 15, 2006

Chapter 2-9

Man is part and parcel of the animal kingdom and (not withstanding Jefferson, Franklin, and Lincoln, Karl Marx, La Salle, and Liebknecht, Christ, Robespierre, and Rousseau, Hyndman, Tennyson, and Mazzini, Dr. Alder, Bebel, George, and Isaiah, Bellamy, Gronlund, and W.T. Stead) he cannot escape from the draconic ordinances that despotically govern that kingdom and environ his being like an atmosphere on every side.

Altruism, meek and lowly self-abnegation, upon any extended scale is among predatory organisms (and all organisms are predatory) impossible of practice on pain of wholesale felo-de-se.

Every man is under an obligation to fight and bear his own burden. If he cannot do so, others cannot do his fighting or his burden-bearing and their own at the same time with reasonable safety to themselves. He, therefore, who finds it impossible to carry his own burden, had better sink down and die in his tracks than impose an additional load upon the shoulders of his kind-hearted fellow strugglers. For then, they would be overloaded and consequently unable to fight successfully; so all might perish together.

Practical fraternal sympathy (upon any universal scale) has always in the end a most destructive effect upon the internal structure of communities. Men will always love and cherish those that are near and dear to them; but when it is proposed to extend the circle of their ‘near and dear ones’ to all mankind, that is going rather too far. Indeed, all must perish ignominiously if that foolish idea prevails. ‘All’ are, even now, enervating themselves, undermining their strength, by futile overexertion in that very direction. They are straining themselves to death by endeavoring to carry an impossible load. The majority of men are born far too weak constitutionally for their conditions; and the few who do possess the necessary stamina and grit, will have quite enough to do in proving by deeds their fitness to survive, propagate and possess. Many are projected, few are selected.

Yet altruism, wholesale self-renunciation, wholesale burden-bearing, for the sake of ‘Outraged and Suffering Humanity,’ is the maddening basis upon which ‘our good Lord Jesus,’ and his demented imitators have erected their sporadic sociology, their Magnificent Satanism.

Does not simple business acumen whisper to us that every man’s chief occupation upon earth is to sustain himself? ‘I mean subsist at any cost; you shall want ere I shall, business is business.’ If men had sufficient personal initiative to think along these stern lines, there would be little use on earth for the theologian and ‘the reformer’; those twin Mephistos who find their renown and grandeur in the abasement of mankind. The battle of life would then be so grim, terrible and realistic; (so Trojan in fact) that those holy dissimulators and crafty deceivers would rapidly die off or be eaten off; for in the clash of naked interests, the Best and Bravest only could possibly survive; and no one would ever dream of including them among the Best or Bravest.

Friday, July 14, 2006

Chapter 2-8

‘Liberty, Equality, Fraternity,’ those three great lights of Modern Democracies are three colossal Falsehoods, ignoble slave-shibboleths; impossible of actualization, even if proclaimed by some superhuman Satan, followed by armed hosts of un-killable demons, all armed to the teeth with flaming swords, Greek-fire and dynamite cannon.

You may trace Equality in letters of silver on tablets of burnished gold, but without engineering a perpetual miracle, you cannot make it, true.

You may write Fraternity in blazing diamonds on walls of enduring granite, but without reversing the mechanism of the Universe, you cannot make it a fact.

And, although you enscroll Freedom on countless sheepskins and rivet Statues of Liberty on every harbor-rock, yet with ‘all the king’s horses and all the kings men’ one being born to be a hireling and a subordinate, no power can free.

Can you build up a marble palace with mud and slime, O! ye driveling bedlamites? Can you raise up a conqueror from the dunghill, or make the stupid great? Can you manufacture heroes out of hogs, O! ye snuffling ‘Educated’ swine?

“We can! We can! We can!” shrieketh the raging rhetoricians of the market place and editorial mill. “We can! We can!” bellows the herd, as it stupidly pours through the slip-rails to the pithing pan. “Yes, O! Yes! With the love of Jesus and our collection plate,” whines the soft-skinned preacher as he turns over the sybaline leaves of his Black-Art. “Of a certainty, we can,” hisseth the plastic politician, the rattlesnake! The hungry basilisk! Whose lawmaking is more blighting that the breath of the simoom.

Thereupon, toward you, O! America! They, one and all, point the finger of pride! Towards you!

America! Where the politicians rage and the people imagine vain things! And the dogs in the valleys are baying at the moon!

Then, turn I away! Sadly! Sadly! Sadly! And I brush against a slave in copper riveted overalls, hurrying to his mill, and against another in gold chain and silken hat, hasting to money-changing, and a lean woman is sordid rags, with a pile of lumber balanced upon her crown; and a splendid harlot in diamonds and brilliant plumage, rideth slowly by.

And the cattle in the slaughter yard are lowing for their hay; and a draught mare, with galled shoulder, lieth swollen and dead on the frozen paving blocks. How nauseous it all is?

Loathsome! Loathsome! O, how loathsome?

Thursday, July 13, 2006

Chapter 2-7

Reverting, however, to Chicago’s reverend Utopian constructor, thus waileth he with cajoling crudity: “The laws of social evolution, far from being the blind, barbarous and brutal struggle for organic existence, consists in the physical, intellectual, and moral well-being of all the members of society, so constituted that the politico-ethical principles of Liberty, Equality, and Fraternity shall have the largest possible realization throughout the social organism. The main features of the condition of progress are Christian churches, Christian schools, Christian governments, Christian ethics and economics.”

Another seductive but most malignant State Socialist (Henry George) roundly proclaims that “The salvation of society, the hope of the free and full development of Humanity is in the gospel of brotherhood, the gospel of Christ,” and thereupon he proposes to make politicians the national rent-tax collectors, Administrators of everything in general and all-round Distributors of State Pensions to ‘the poor and needy.’ Has not mankind had sufficient experience of what politicians are? Those black-hearted, creeping thieves and frauds. Their sting is deadlier than the bite of a cobra, and in the breath of their mouth there is, death. Curses be upon ye, O ye Politicians, and upon all who advocate increasing your prerogatives!

Presidential candidates, from Jefferson, to Lincoln, (also their apish imitators) have generally indulged in equally shallow rhodomontade , because it means votes, and for votes, office-seekers would dress up in glowing language and ray forth any devilish deception.

For two thousand years these effeminate superlatives have been trumpeted to the remotest corner of every Christian land, and yet (while enervating the morale of people), they have dismally failed to inaugurate the much foretold Earthly Paradise. They were preached by bare-foot monks at the inauguration of the Dark Ages, in order that those saintly lovers of the common people might creep into the administration of cooperative wealth and power. Now, the same general ideas are revived and dressed up (this time in politico-economic garb) by the eloquent agitator, in order that he may rule and plunder in the future, through the agency of the state; just as the priest once ruled and plundered through the equally rapacious agency of the Church.

When the Church triumphed the Dark Ages began, and when it is finally rooted out (together with all its social antennae) the Heroic Age dawns once more. True heroes shall be born again as of old, for our women may yet be something more than rickety perambulating dolls and drug-stores in spectacles.

The ‘Church’ is the idol of the priestly parasite. The ‘State’ is the idol of the political parasite. Beware, O , America! That in escaping from the holy trickery of the monk, you fall not an easy prey to ‘the loving kindness’ of the politician. Even if the ‘reformer’ succeeds in re-establishing upon majority votes, the dark tyranny of the ‘greatest number,’ we have this consolation to fall back upon, such organization must ultimately tumble down of its own weight, and then re-divide up into warring fragments. Nothing that is unnatural can last for long.

The Universal Church is no more; all we see of it now is jealous remnants. And the Universal State, the Social Democracy, the Economic Republic, the Brotherhood of Man, should they practical form, are pre-ordained to similar failure. All they could do, would be to postpone the operation of the survival of the fittest, drugging nations in temporary sedatives.

No matter how eagerly madmen may try to do it, there is no known process whereby they can jump out of their own skins. Christian or socialist churches, paternalisms, schools, governments, administrations, ethics and moralisms (even if genuinely Christian and Fraternal) would be wholly impotent to change the natural course of things and, therefore, powerless to command the survival of mental and physical cripples, even although those cripples were as canonized saints for ‘goodness,’ and as the sands of the seashore for number. Shrieking sentimentalism is indeed a feeble lever wherewith to overturn the immutable order of the Universe. It cannot do it. No! Not if it were whooped till the crack of doom! Not even if it had a Lamb of God in every city, ready to be butchered each Friday afternoon in order to make a Christian holiday.

Wednesday, July 12, 2006

Chapter 2-6

A God begging his bread from door to door!
A God without a place to lay his head!
A God spiked to two pieces of crossed scantling!
A God stabbed to death by a hired officer!
A God executed by order of a stipendiary magistrate!

What an insane idea. Is it an idea or rather a wasting cranial disease? Talk about ‘the heathen in his blindness’ and superstitious madness in the past ages! Why it is as childplay to the hysterical Idolatry of today, the deification of a Jew. The ‘Divine Democrat’ was executed upon a government gibbet, because the Rulers of Imperial Rome were more powerful men than he was. His strength and that of his followers was not equal to theirs.

He died an abysmal failure, a Redeemer who did not redeem, a Savior who did not save, a Messiah whipped like a calf, a slave-agitator deservedly destroyed for preaching a Falsehood, the monstrous gospel of Love, Brotherhood, and Equality.

Even from the spiritual point of view, there is nothing whatever in his life or its after effects to show that ‘The pale man upon the cross,’ when he moaned and wept so bitterly, ‘beheld any further down the Void, than those who gathered round to see him die.’

Of what use was that ‘pale dreamer’ to the iron conditions that existed in the conquered and garrisoned Fortress of Jerusalem? For once the city mob were on the right trail, when they petitioned for the release of Bar Abbas, rather than the supple singer of a ‘Sweet bye and bye.’ Bar Abbas is described in the ‘Scriptures’ as a petty thief. He was really an armed insurgent leader, the slayer of Roman tax-gatherers, a guerrilla chief (like Rob Roy, Robin Hood, William Wallace, William Tell) who levied toll upon opulent Hebrews for patriotic purposes.

Had I been there that day, I, also, would have joined in the demand: “release Bar Abbas into us.” Better one Bar Abbas than a thousand Christs.
Alas! Alas! O Galilean! Thou are neither the Way, the Truth, nor the Light!

Tuesday, July 11, 2006

Chapter 2-5

Reverend Ferdinand M. Sprague of Chicago (who may be taken as a common specimen of the priest-politician) in a little pamphlet lately published, entitled ‘The Laws of Social Evolution,’ writes thus: “The sheet anchor of Socialism is according to its ablest exponents, is the Holy Christian religion. Its motto founded on the precept ‘love thy neighbor as thyself’ is, ‘each for all, and all for each.’ Its working principle for the present is altruism.*

* ‘The ethics of socialism are identical with the teachings of Christianity.’ Encyclopedia Britannica.

Nearly all the canonized ‘Fathers’ of the early Roman propaganda (most of whom, by the way, were slaves, freedmen, or eunuchs) advocated similar Ideals. Even now, the anointed and sanctified heads of the Catholic Church resurrects the same hoary old utopianism, in a Jesuitical encyclical addressed to his flock. (How suggestive of being shorn and skinned, is that word, ‘flock.’)

Again, the Epistle of James, who is known to have been Christ’s full brother killed by policeman’s club in a street riot, has been reprinted and widely circulated by Socialists in order to so broadcast their illogical theories of a universal brotherhood, founded upon enforced labor, regimentation of the herd and majority votes.

Many modern cities are, also, infested with plausible epileptoid priestlings of unreason, like Dr. Mcglynn, Professor Bemis, Hugh Price Hughes, W.T. Stead, Myron Reed and Professor Herron of California. All these men are unrivalled masters in the area of persuasive declamation. They accept the New Testament as their text book and preach therefrom to morbid multitudes the atrocious and shallow gospel of equal rights, equal liberty, equal brotherhood, as the veritable omnific word, the newly discovered emancipating protocol of the Crucified (yet all-mighty) Don Quixote, the Savior, God of Asia Minor, he who was born in a cattle-shed and died on a gallows.

Monday, July 10, 2006

Chapter 2-4

"Love one another" you say is the supreme law, but what power made it so? Upon what rational authority does the Gospel of Love rest? Is it even possible to practice, and what would result from its universal application to active affairs? Why should I not hate mine enemies, and hunt them down like the wild beasts that they are? I ask again, why? If I 'love' them, does that not place me at their mercy? Is it natural for enemies to 'do good' unto each other and, what is 'good?' Can the torn and bloody victim 'love' the blood-splashed jaws that rend it limb from limb? Are we not all predatory animals by instinct? If humans ceased wholly from preying upon each other, could they continue to exist?

"Love your enemies and do good to them that hate you and despitefully use you" is the despicable philosophy of the spaniel that rolls upon its back when kicked. Obey it, O! Reader and you and all your posterity to the tenth generation shall be irretrievably and literally damned. They shall be hewers of wood and carriers of water, degenerates, Gibeonites. But hate your enemies with a whole heart, and if a man smite you on one cheek, smash him down; smite him hip and thigh, for self-preservation is the highest law.

He who turns the 'other cheek' is a cowardly dog, a Christian dog.

Give blow for blow, scorn for scorn, doom for doom, with compound interest liberally added thereunto. Eye for eye, tooth for tooth, aye four-fold, a hundred-fold. Make yourself a Terror to your adversary, and when he goeth his way, he will possess much additional wisdom to ruminate over. Thus shall you make yourself respected in all the walks of life, and your spirit, your immortal spirit, shall live, not in an untangible paradise, but in the brains and thews of your aggressive and unconquerable sons. After all, the true proof of manhood is a splendid progeny; and it is a scientific axiom that the timid animal transmits timidity to its descendants.

If men lived 'like brothers' and had no powerful enemies (neighbors to contend with and surpass, they would rapidly lose all their best qualities; like certain oceanic birds that lose the use of their wings, because they do not have to fly from pursuing beasts of prey.

If all men had treated each other with brotherly love since the beginning, what would have been the result now? If there had been no wars, no rivalry, no competition, no kingship, no slavery, no survival of the Toughest, no racial extermination, truly what a festering 'hell fenced in' this old globe would be?

Saturday, July 08, 2006

Chapter 2-3

Is the Golden Rule a rational rule? Is it not rather a menial rule, a coward rule, a best-policy rule? Why is it 'right' for one man to do unto others as he would have them do unto him and, what is right? If 'others' are unable to injure him or 'do good' to him, why should he consider them at all? Why should he take any more notice of them than of so many worms? If they are endeavoring to injure him and are able to do it, why should he refrain from returning the compliment? Should he not combat them, does that not give them carte-blanche to injure and destroy him? May it not be 'doing good' to others, to war against them, to annihilate them? May it not, also, be 'good' for them to war against others? (Again, what is 'good?')

Is it reasonable to ask preying animals to do unto others as they would be done by? If they acted accordingly, would they, could they survive? If some only accepted the Golden Rule as their guiding moral maxim, would they not become a prey to those who refuse to abide thereby?

Upon what reasonable and abiding sanction does this 'Rule' rest? Has it ever been in actual operation among men? Can it ever be successfully practiced on earth, or anywhere else? Did Jesus Christ practice it himself upon all occasions? Did his apostles, his 'sons of thunder' practice it? Did Peter the boaster do so, when he 'denied him' for fear of arrest at the camp-fire? Did Judas the financier, when he sold him for net cash? Also, how many of his modern lip servants actually practice it in their daily business intercourse with each other? How many?

These questions require no formal answering. They answer themselves in the asking. And here it must be remembered that the best test of a witness is cross-examination. "Do unto others as you would have others do to you." No baser precept ever fell from the lips of a feeble jew.

It is from alleged moralisms of this sort and fabulous 'principles' that our mob orators, our communards, revivalists, anarchists, red republicans, democrats, and other mob-worshipers in general derive the infernal inspiration that they are perpetually hissing forth. Even the subversive pyrotechnic watchword of their mephisto-millennium are to be found in the 'holy gospels.' Is it not written, "and God sendeth angels to destroy the people?" Behold! These men are the 'angels' that He sends: politicians and reformers!

Chapter 2-2

"All ye are brethren."
Are all men really brethren? Negro and Indian, Blackfellow, Malmuck, and Coolie, the well-born, the base-bred, beer-soaked loafer, and hero-hearted patriot, belted chieftain and ignoble mechanic-slave, pot of iron and pot of clay?

What proof is there that the brotherhood-of-man hypothesis is in accordance with nature? On what trustworthy biologic, historic or other evidence does it rest? If it is natural, then rivalry, competition and strife are unnatural. (And it is proposed to prove in this book, that strife, competition, rivalry and the wholesale destruction of feeble types of men is not only natural, but highly necessary.) Has 'brotherhood' ever been tried upon earth? Where, when and with what final result? Is not self-assertion nobler, grander, and more truly heroic than self-denial? Is not self-abasement but another term for voluntary vassalage, voluntary burden-bearing?

Christ might well and truthfully have said unto his followers "Come unto me all ye that are weary and heavy laden and I will bind you in unbreakable bonds, and load you down like an ass between two burdens."

The 'poor and ignorant' were his first followers, the vagrants, the disinherited shiftless classes; and to this very day, the poorer and more ignorant men and women are, the more eager are they to follow his religious ideals, or the political millennialisms that are distilled out of his delusions.

"If we only lived as Christ lived, what a beautiful world this would be,' saith all thoughtless ones. If we lived as Christ lived, there would be none of us left to live. He begat no children; he labored not for his bread; he possessed neither house nor home; he merely talked. Consequently, he must have existed on charity or have stolen bread. "If we all lived like Christ," would there have been anyone left to labor, to be begged from, to be stolen from? "If we all lived like Christ" is, thus a self-evident absurdity.

No wonder that it is recorded: "Not many wise after the flesh, not many mighty, not many noble are called: but God chose the foolish things of the world, and God chose the weak things of the world, and the things that are despised." Nothing else would have anything to do with him. Christ was indeed, the prophet of the credulous rabble during three years of active agitation, and it abandoned him in his hour of need (what always happens under similar circumstances) for the rabble is ever cowardly, ungenerous, suspisious, unfathomable-base. It has never yet had a leader of commanding ability (either in peace or war) that it did not ultimately desert or betray, i.e. if he did not take the precaution to make himself its master.

After permitting Christ to be butchered, the mob thereupon set him up as their Divinity and erected altars to his renown. Slaves, women, madmen, magdalenes, were the earlest Christians, and to this hour, women, children, slaves and lunatics are the raw material of the Christian Church.

Primitive Christianity cunningly appealed to the imagination of a world of superstitious slaves (eager for some mode of escape that meant not the giving and receiving of battle-strokes). It organized them for the overthrow of Heroic Principles; and substituted for a genuine nobility based on battle-selection, a crafty theocracy founded upon priest-craft, hell-craft, alms-giving, politicalisms and all that is impure and subterranean. It is a doctrine at the disgraceful in its antecedents, its teachers and in itself. Truly has it been called 'the fatal dower of Constantine,' for it has suffocated or is suffocating the seeds of Heroism.

Both ancient and modern Christianism and all that has its root therein is the negation of everything grand, noble, generous, heroic, and the glorification of everything feeble, atrocious, dishonorable, dastardly. The cross is now, and ever has been, an escutcheon of shame. It represents a gallows, and a semite slave swinging thereon. For two thousand years it has absolutely overturned human reason, overthrown commonsense, infected the world with madness, submissiveness, degeneracy.

Truly, there is a way which seemeth right unto a people, but the ends thereof are the ways of death.

Sound the loud timbrel,
O'er lands and o'er waves;
The Israelite triumphs!
The nations are - graves!

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Friday, July 07, 2006

Chapter 2-1

As far as Sociology is concerned, we must either abandon our reason or abandon Christ.

He is pre-eminently, the prophet of unreason-the preacher of rabbles-rabies. All that is enervating and destructive of manhood, he glorifies,-all that is self-reliant and heroic, he denounces. Lazarus, the filthy and diseased vagrant, is his hero of heroes; and Dives the sane, energetic citizen, is his 'awful' example of baseness and criminality. He praises 'the humble' and he curses the proud. He blesses the failures and damns the successfull. All that is noble, he perverts-all that is atrocious he upholds. He inverts all the natural instincts of mankind and urges us to live artificial lives. He commands the demonization of virtues that aggrandize a people, and advises his admirers to submit in quietness to every insult, contumely, indignity, to be slaves, de-facto. Indeed there is scarce one thought in the whole of his Dicta that is practically true.

O, Christ! O, Christ! Thou artfull fiend! Thou Great Subverter!-What an amazing Eblis-glamour, thou hast cast over the world? Thou mean insignificant-minded Jew!

Why is it that our modern philosophers are so mortally afraid to boldly challenge the 'inspired' utopianism of this poor self-deluded Galilean mountaineer,-this preacher of all eunuch-virtues-of self abasement, of passive suffering?

The sickly humanitarian ethics, so eloquently rayed forth by Jesus Christ and his successors, in ancient Judea, and throughout the moribund Roman empire, are generally accepted in Anglo-Saxondom as the very elixer of immortal wisdom, the purest, wisest, grandest, most incontrovertible of all 'divine revelations,' of occult thaumaturges. And yet when closely examined, they are found to be neither divine, occult, reasonable, nor even honest; but composed, almost exclusively of the stuff that nightmares are made of, together with a strong dash of oriental legerdemain.

Through a thousand different channels, current politico-economic belief is dominated by the base communistic cabala of the 'man of many sorrows'; yet as a practical theorem, it is hardly ever critically examined. Why is it that the suggested social solutions promulgated by Jesus, Peter, Paul, James, and other Asiatic cataleptics, are accepted so meekly by us, upon trust? If these men were anything, they were crude socialist reformers with mis-shapen souls, preachers of 'a new heaven, and a new earth,' that is to say, demagogues-politicians-of-the-slums; and out of the slums, nothing that is noble can ever be born.

As agitators, Jesus and his modern continuators, shall be exclusively understood, that the spiritual and temporal in all cosmogonies, are so intricately interwoven, that it is almost impossible to completely divorce them. Like Siamese twins, Gods and Governments are inextricably bound together; so much so indeed, that if you kill one, the other cannot live. Hence the open or secret alliance, that has always existed between the politician and the priest.

Whatever their primitive purity (or impurity) all operative creedal philosophies are essentially civil and military codes, police regulations. 'Religion is a power, a political engine, and if there was no God, I would have to invent one,' said the great Napoleon. In letter and in spirit, Christianity is above all things a political theory, and theory that often takes the form of raging hysterics.

Religions are the matrix in which public institutions are generally moulded. This has ever been well understood by the dominant leaders of mankind, from Numa to Brigham Young, from Solon to Loyola, from Constantine to the lowest Levite hireling, who gets paid in dimes and cents for his unctuous mock-dithyrambs.

Tuesday, July 04, 2006

Chapter 1-6

It is notorious, universally so, that the blackest falsehoods are ever decked out in the most brilliant and gorgeous regalia. Clearly therefore, it is the brave man's duty to regard all sacred things, all legal things, all constitutional things, all holy things, with more than usual suspicion. "I deny, and I affirm," is the countersign of material freedom. "I believe, and I obey," is the shibboleth of serfage. Belief is a flunkey, a feminine-Doubt is a creator, a master. He who denies fundimentals is in triple armor clad. Indeed he is invulnerable. On the other hand, is has been said that every belief, every philosophy, has some truth in it, but so we might add has every insanity.

Strong men are not deterred from pursuing their aim by anything. They go straight to the goal, and that goal is Beauty, Wealth, and Material Power. The mission of Power is to control and exploit the powerless, for to be powerless is to be criminal. The world would indeed be a house of horrors, if all men were 'good' and all women-padlocked.

As far as human searchlights have yet penetrated, into the darkness that enshrouds the origin of nations, we see the subduers and the subdued, the plebians and the patricians, the cheifs who governed, and the vassals who obeyed. And there is nothing in the most modern social developements (of these deedless days) to warrant any belief that this ancient and natural division of human animals, into castes of superiors and inferiors, sovereigns and serfs, can ever be dispensed with. The slave-owners whip cracked from the beginning and it will crack till the day of doom. In every kingdom, republic, and empire on earth, we have (in one disguise or another) the master and the slave-the ruler and the ruled. In the course of centuries, names alone have changed, essentials have remained the same. Forms of royalty may alter, but kings can never die. There was mastership at the beginning, and there will be mastership to the end. We build, but as our fathers built. Change is no progress, nor numbers advance.

Every one who would be free must show his power. Unalterable remains the basis of all earthly greatness. He who exalteth himself shall be exalted, and he who humbleth himself shall be righteously trodden beneath the the hoofs of the herd. 'The humble' are only fit for dog's meat. Bravery includes every virtue, humility, every crime. He who is afraid to risk his life must never be permitted to win anything.

Human right and wrongs are not determined by Justice, but by Might. Disguise it as you may, the naked sword is still king-maker and king-breaker, as of yore. All other theories are lies and-lures.

Therefore! If you would conquer wealth and honor, power and fame, you must be practical, grim, cool, and merciless. You must ride to success (by preference) over the necks of your foemen. Their defeat is your strength. Their downfall is your uplifting. Only the powerful can be free, and Power is non-moral. Life is real, life is earnest, and neither heaven nor hell its final goal. And love, and joy, and birth, and death, and fate, and strife, shall be forever.
This earth is a vast whirl of warring atoms-a veritable revolving cock-pit. Each molecule, each animal, fights for its life. You must fight for yours, or surrender. Look well to it, therefore, that your beaks and spurs, your fangs and claws are as sharp as steel, and as effective as science can make them.

Though, the survival of the strongest is the logic of events, yet personal cowardice is the great vice of our demoralized age. Cowardice is corroding the brain and blood of our race, but men have learnt to disguise this terrible infirmity, behind the canting whine of 'humanity' and 'goodness.' Words flow instead of blood, and terrible insults are exchanged, instead of terrible blows.

How rich this degenerate world is in small, petty-souled, good-for-nothings, who are forever excusing their infantile ineptitude behind some plausible phrase-some conventional make believe?

Courage, I say! Courage, not goodness, is the great desideratum-courage, that requires neither tin horns, nor calcium lights, nor brass bands, nor shouting multitudes to call it into effective action.

But courage that goes it's own way alone, as undauntedly as when it marches to 'victory or death' amid the menacing stride of armed and bannered legions.

Courage that delights in danger-Courage, that knows not despair!
Courage that proudly, defiantly, smiles on death!
Courage, that regards with equal loathing the multitude's mad howls of hate,
its stupid hew-haws and its stridulating 'tremendous applause.'
Courage, that asks no quarter, even with the knife at its throat.
Courage that is stiff necked, unyielding, sullen, pitiless!
Courage, that never falters-never retreats!
Courage, that looks down with disdain upon all slave regulations,
upon all rights and wrongs, upon good and evil!
Courage, that has made up its mind to conquer-or perish!
That is the kind of courage this world lacks.
That is the kind of courage that aids by active co-operation
the survival of the Fittest-and the survival of the Best.
That is the kind of courage that has never turned a master's mill.
That is the kind of courage that never will turn it.
That is the kind of courage that will die, rather than turn it.

"When Svipdag came to the enclosure, the gate of the burg was shut, (for it was customary to ask leave to come in and see, or take part in the war games). Svipdag did not take that trouble, but broke open the gate and rode into the yard."
Queen Yisa said:- "This man will be welcomed here."*
*Ancient Norse Saga.

Sunday, July 02, 2006

Chapter 1-5

He who saith unto himself, "I must believe, I must not question" is not a man but a mere pusillanimous mental gelding. He who believes "because it has been handed down" is a menial in his heart; and he who believes "because it has been written" is a fool in his folly. Sagacious spirits doubt all things, and hold fast only to that which is demonstrably true.

The rules of life are not to be found in Korans, Bibles, Decalogues and Constitutions, but rather the rules of decadence and death. The law of laws is not written in Hebrew consonants or upon tables of brass and stone, but in every man's own heart. He who obeys any standard of right and wrong, but the one set up by his own conscience, betrays himself into the hands of his enemies, who are ever laying in wait to bind him to their millstones. And generally a man's most dangerous enemies are his neighbors.

Masterful men laugh with contempt at spiritual thunders, and have no occasion to dread the decisions of any human tribunal. They are above and beyond all that. Laws and regulations are only for conquered vassals. The free man does not require them. He may manufacture and post up decalogue regulations, to bind and control dependants with, but he does not himself bow down before those inventions of his own hands,-except as a lure.

Statute books and golden rules, were made to fetter slaves and fools. Very useful are they, for controlling the herds of sentenced convicts, who fill the factories, and cultivate the fields. All moral principles, therefore, are the servitors, not the masters of the strong. Power made moral codes, and Power abrogates them.

A man is under no obligation to obey anything or anybody. It is only serving-men that must obey, because they are caitiffs by birth, breeding, and condition. Morals are only required in an immoral community, that is to say a community held in a state of conquest.

Fear God, bridle the spirit, and obey the law, is advice most excellent, as from a philosopher to a yokel, but when directed in all earnestness at a man of inherent might, he smiles to himself in silent scorn. Full well he knows that in actual life the path to victory and renown, does not lie through Gethsemanies, but over fallen enemies, the ruins of rival combines, through Aceldamas. 'Meekness of spirit' is regarded by him as a convenient superstition, very useful for regulating the lives of his servants, his women, and his children, but otherwise inoperative.

"I rest my hopes on nothing" proclaimed Goethe, and masterful minds in all ages have never done otherwise. This unspoken thought gives to all truly great men their manifest superiority over the brainless, vociferating herd. The 'common people' have always had to be fooled with some written or wooden or golden Idol-some constitution, declaration or gospel. Consequently the majority of them have ever been mental thralls, living and dying in an atmosphere of strong illusion. They are befooled and hypnotized even to this hour, and a large portion of them must remain so, untill time is no more. Indeed the masses of mankind are but the sediment from which all the more valuable elements have been long ago distilled. They are totally incapable of real freedom, and if it were granted to them, they would straightaway vote themselves a master, or a thousand masters within twenty-four hours. Mastership is right - Mastership is natural - Mastership is eternal. But only for those who cannot overthrow it, and trample it beneath their hoofs. Is it not a fact that in actual life, the ballot-box votes of ten million subjective personalities are as thistle down in the balance, when weighed against the far seeing thought, and material prowess of, say, ten strong silent men?

Chapter 1-4

Whatsoever a people believeth shall make it free, enslave it, or corrode its very marrow in strict accordance with natural order. Consequently if a people place implicit faith in what philosophers teach them, they are liable to be duped. If many nations are so duped, their deception is a menace to the liberty of the world.

Freemen should never regulate their conduct by the suggestions or dicta of others, for when they do so, they are no longer free. No man ought to obey any contract, written or implied, except he himself has given his personal and formal adherence thereto, when in a state of mental maturity and unrestrained liberty. It is only slaves that are born into contracts, signed and sealed by their progenitors. The freeman is born free, lives free, and dies free. He is (even though living in an artificial civilation) above all laws, all constitutions, all theories of right and wrong. He supports and defends them of course, as long as they suit his own end, but if they don't, then he annihilates them by the easiest and most direct method.

There is no obligation upon any man to passive obedience, when his life, his liberty, and his property are threatened by footpad, assassins or statesman.

One of Columbus's lieutenants in the West Indies, captured a Carib chief by means of a subtle stratagem. The chief was invited to a feast and when there, persuaded with honeyed words to don (on horseback) a set of brightly polished steel manacles; it being cunningly presented to him, that the irons were the regalia of sovereignty. He foolishly believed his astute flatterer, and when the chains were firmly clasped around his limbs, he was led away, to die of vermin, turning a mill in a Spanish dungeon. What those glittering manacles were to the Indian chieftain, constitutions, laws, moral codes, and Hebrew dominated civilizations, are to the nations of the earth. Indeed, under the name of Progress and Social Evolution, mankind has been lured into foetid dungeons, where it labors unceasingly and for naught, in darkness, despair, and shame. Like the Spanish Lieutenant, the masters of the earth first flatter their dupes, in order to more easily enchain them. Who talks nowadays of the 'sovereign people,' without a laugh of derision? And yet it was once thought to be term full of significance. Their 'sovereignty' is now acknowledged sham, and their freedom a dream. The sovereign people be damned.

It is clear, therefore, that the man or nation that would retain liberty, or be really safe, must accept no formula as final-must trust in nothing written or unwritten, living or dead-must believe neither in special Jehovahs, nor weeping Saviours-neither in Raging devils, nor in devilish philosophies-neither in ghosts, nor in idols, nor in laws-nor in woman, nor in man.

"O threats of hell, and hopes of paradise,
One thing at least is certain-this life flies;
One thing is certain and all the rest is-lies,
The flower that once has bloomed forever dies."

Saturday, July 01, 2006

The Logic of To-Day

Might was right when Caesar bled upon the stones of Rome,
Might was right when Joshua led his hordes o'er the Jordan's foam,
And Might was right when German troops poured down through Paris gay;
It's the Gospel of the ancient world and the Logic of To-Day.

Behind all kings and presidents- all Governments and Law,
Are army-corps and cannoneers- to hold the world in awe.
And sword-strong races own the earth and ride the Conquerer's Car-
And Liberty has ne'er been won, except by deeds of war.

What are the lords of hoarded gold- the silent Semite rings?
What are the plunder-patriots- high-pontiffs, priests, and kings
What are they but bold master-minds, best fitted for the fray
Who comprehend and vanquish by- the Logic of To-Day.

Cain's knotted club is scepter still- the "Rights of Man" is fraud;
Christ's Ethics are for creeping things- true manhood smiles at "God."
For Might is right when empires sick in storms of steel and flame;
And it is right when weakling breeds- are hunted down like game.

Then what's the use of dreaming dreams- that "each shall get his own"
By forceless votes of meek-eyed thralls, who blindly sweat and moan?
No! a curse is on their cankered brains- their very bones decay;
Go! trace your fate in the Iron Game, is the Logic of To-day.

The Strong must ever rule the Weak, is grim Primordial Law-
On earth's broad racial threshing floor, the Meek are beaten straw-
Then ride to Power o'er foemen's neck let nothing bar your way;
If you are fit you'll rule and reign, Is the Logic of To-Day.

You must prove your Right by deeds of Might- of splendour and renown.
If need-be march through flames of hell, to dash opponents down.
If need-be die on scaffold high- in the mornings misty gray
For "Libery or Death" is still the Logic of To-Day.

Might was right when Gideon led, the "chosen" tribes of old,
And it was right when Titus burnt, their temple roofed with gold;
And might was right from Bunker's Hill, to far Manilla Bay,
By land and flood it's wrote in blood- the Gospel of To-day.

"Put not your trust in princes" is a saying old and true,"
"Put not your hope in Governments" translateth it anew.
All 'Books of Law' and 'Golden Rules' are fashioned to betray
'The Survival of the Strongest' is the Gospel of To-Day.

Might was right when Carthage flames lit up the Punic foam-
And-when the naked steel of Gaul weighed down the spoil of Rome;
And might was right when Richmond fell- and at Thermopalye-
It's the Logic of the Ancient World- and the Gospel of To-Day.

Where pendant suns in millions swing, around this whirling earth,
It's Might, it's Force that holds the brakes, and steers through life and death;
Force governs all organic life, inspires Right and Wrong.
It's Nature's plan to weed-out man, and Test who are the Strong.

Chapter 1-3

All ethics, politics and philosophies are pure assumptions, built upon assupmtions. They rest on no sure basis. They are but shadowy castles-in-the-air erected by day-dreamers, or by rogues, upon nursery fables. It is time they were firmly planted upon an enduring foundation. This can never be accomplished untill the racial mind has first been thoroughly cleansed and drastically disinfected of its depraved, alien, and demoralizing concepts of right and wrong. In no human brain can sufficient space be found, for the relentless logic of hard fact, untill all pre-existent delusions have been finally annihilated. Half measures are of no avail, we must go down to the very roots and tear them out, even to the last fibre. We must be, like nature, hard, cruel, relentless.

Too long the dead hand has been permitted to sterilize living thought-too long, right and wrong, good and evil, have been inverted by false prophets. In the days that are at hand, neither creed nor code must be accepted upon authority, human, superhuman, or 'divine.' (Morality and conventionalism are for subordinates.) Religions and constitutions and all arbitrary principles, every moral theorem, must be deliberately put to the question. No moral dogma must be taken for granted-no standard of measurement deified. There is nothing inherently sacred about moral codes. Like the wooden idols of long ago, they are all the work of human hands, and what man has made, man can destroy.

He that is slow to believe anything and everything is of great understanding, for belief in one false principle, is the beginning of all unwisdom. The chief duty of every new age is to up-raise new men to determine its liberties, to lead it towards material success-to rend(as it were) the rusty padlocks and chains of dead custom that always prevent healthy expansion. Theories and ideals and constitutions, that may have meant life and hope, and freedom, for our ancestors, may now mean destruction, slavery and dishonor to us. As environments change, no human ideal can standeth sure.

Whatever, therefore, lie has built unto itself a throne, let it be assailed without pity and without regret, for under the domination of a falsehood, no nation can permanently prosper. Let established sophisms be dethroned, rooted out, burnt and destroyed, for they are standing menace to all true nobility of thought and action. Whatever alleged 'truth' is proven by results, to be but an empty fiction, let it be unceremoniously flung into the outer darkness, among the dead gods, dead empires, dead philosophies, and other useless lumber and wreckage.
The most dangerous of all enthroned lies is the holy, the sanctified , the privileged lie-the lie that 'everybody' believes to be a model truth. It is the fruitful mother of all other popular errors and delusions. It is hydra-headed. It had a thousand roots. It is a social cancer. The lie that is known to be a lie is half eradicated, but the lie that even intelligent persons regard as a sacred fact- the lie that has been inculcated around a mother's knee-is more dangerous to contend against than a creeping pestilence. Popular lies have ever been the most potent enemies of personal liberty. There is only one way to deal with them. Cut them out, to the very core, just as cancers are. Exterminate them root and branch, or they will surely eat us all up. We must annihiliate them, or they will us. Half and half remedies are of no avail.

However, when a lie has gone too far-when it has taken up its abode in the very tissues, bones, and brains of a people, then all remedies are useless. Even the lancet is of no avail. Repentance of past misdeeds cannot 'save' decadents from extermination. The fatal bolt is shot; and into the fiery furnace of wholesale slavery, and oblivion, they must go, to be there righteously consumed. From their ashes something new, something nobler, may possibly evolve, but even that is the merest optimistic supposition.

In nature the wages of sin is always death. Nature does not love the wrong-doer, but endeavors in every possible way to destroy him. Her curse is on the brow of the 'meek and lowly.' Her blessing is on the very heart's blood of the of the strong and the brave. Only Jews and Christians and other degenerates, think that rejuvenation can ever come through law and prayer. 'All the tears of all the martyrs' might just as well have never been shed.

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