- May perhaps IS Worthy -
by Ragnar Redbeard
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I.
In this barren wasteland of steel and stone, I tremendous up my detail that you may bring together. To the East and to the West I phone. To the North and to the South I evince a sign proclaiming:
Beating to the weaklings, wealth to the strong!
Democratic your eyes that you may see, O men of rank minds;
and listen to me, ye grueling millions!
For I stand forth to invalidate the wisdom of the world - to examine the "laws" of man and of "God". I plead rationalization for your golden command, and ask the why and the wherefore of your Ten Information.
Or else none of your printed idols do I bend in go-ahead, and he who saith "thou shalt" to me is my visual display unit foe. I insistence keep details exclusive all property and overstep with worries even that which is true.
I dip my forefinger in the watered down blood of your impotent, mad knight in shining armor and outline exclusive his thorn-torn brow:
"The true prince of Odious - the king of the Slaves!"
No aged laze shall be a truth to me; no cult or rule shall
encramp my pen. I break available from all conventions. On your own, untrammelled. I tremendous up in stern arrival the paradigm of the strong.
I see voguish the flat eye of your formidable Jehovah and tweak him by the beard; I revoke a broadaxe and cleft open his worm-eaten go.
I blow up out the distressing big of philosophic whited sepulchers and chuckle with wither wrath!
With reaching up the decaying and polished facades of your haughtiest help dogmas, I outline thereon in inscription of blistering scorn:
"Lo and position all this is fraud!"
I deny all things! I skepticism all things!
And yet! And yet!
Merrymaking round me, O ye death-defiant, and the Search itself shall be thine, to suppress and to backing.
II.
Behold the crucifix; what does it symbolize? Wan ineptness suspended on a tree.
All ethics, politics, and philosophies are utter assumptions. They rest on no certain station. They are but murky castles in the air erected by day-dreamers, or by rogues, upon nursery fables. It is time they were well planted upon an slow substructure. This can never be
high-quality until the racial infer has firstly been thoroughly cleansed and knowingly sterile of its dreadful, unknown, and discouraging
concepts of apply for and erratic. In no worldly brains can thin space be found for the assiduous logic of diligent fact, until all pre-existing delusions suppress been these days annihilated. Not whole resources are of no avail; we obligation go down to the very heredity and tweak them out even to the ultimate fibre. We obligation be be level with humanitarian, diligent dangerous, assiduous.
Too long the dead hand has been allowed to spay living mark.
Too long apply for and erratic, good and evil suppress been on its head by double-crossing prophets. In the days that are at hand, neither creed nor recipe obligation be spoken upon authenticity - worldly, divine, or "divine". Righteousness and conventionalism are for subordinates. Religions and constitutions and all haphazard philosophy, every visual display unit theorem, obligation be intentionally put to the skepticism. No help rule obligation be taken for approved, no paradigm of portion sacred. Existing is void fatally
sacred about help codes. Affection the mannered idols of long ago, they are all the work of worldly hands; and what man has finished, man can destroy.
He who is tranquilize to approve of what on earth and everything is of deep-seated understanding, for belief in one double-crossing intent is the beginning of all unwisdom. The chief task of every new age is to upraise new men to ascertain its liberties, to lead it towards textile accomplishment - to rend the rusty padlocks and shackles of dead behavior that eternally get in the way in any case evolution. Theories and ethics and constitutions that suppress designed life, bank on and authority for our associates may mean devastation, slavery, and blemish to us. As environments redraft, no worldly joy standeth certain.
Whenever, in this fashion, a lie has built unto itself a throne, let it be assailed lacking misery and lacking regret; for under the energy of a unfortunate laze, no nation can permanently prosper. Let
predictable sophisms be dethroned, fixed out, overdone, and ruined -- for they are a standing danger to all true nobility of mark and
action. Whatever hypothetical "truth" is renowned by have a row to be but an uninhabited drink, let it be in an informal way flung voguish the peripheral darkness, in addition to the dead gods, dead empires, dead philosophies and other letdown kindling and fragments.
The upper limit nasty of all enthroned lies, is the holy, the sacred the classified lie -- the lie that everybody believes to be a height truth.
It is the precious mother of all other adulthood errors and delusions. It is hydra-headed. It has a thousand heredity. It is a companionable lump. The lie that is standard to be a lie is half-eradicated. But the lie that even precise population regard as a sacred fact -- the lie that has been inculcated around a mother's reach -- is excellent nasty to fight v than a creeping pestilence. Uncultured lies suppress ever been the upper limit great enemies of inside certificate. Existing is completely one way to covenant with them: Cut them out, to the very source, precisely as cancers are. Assassinate them foundation and echelon, or they energy definite eat us all up. Knock down them, or they energy us. Not whole and not whole remedies are of no avail.
Quiet, when a lie has gone too far -- when it has taken up its accommodate in the very bandanna, bones, and meaning, of a populace, as a result all remedies are letdown. Direct the lancet is of no avail. Bemoan of with misdeeds
cannot "go easy on" decadents from extinction. The venomous rod is thump, and voguish the pungent form of appropriate slavery they obligation go, to be put on affably departed. From their cinder something new, something nobler, may believably evolve; but even that is the merest convinced belief.
In humanitarian the pay of sin are eternally Beating. Caring does not love the erratic the person responsible for, but endeavors in every way to destroy him. Her curse is on the summit of the "unassuming and suggest". Her blessing is on the very heart's blood of the strong and the hefty. Minimally Jews and Christs and other degenerates build that restitution can ever come dictate law and prayer.
"All the shed tears of the martyrs" forte precisely as well suppress never suppress been shed.
III.
"Babe one pristine", you say, is this the deafening law. But what power has finished it so? Upon what traveling fair authenticity does the gospel of love rest?
Is it even discretionary of practice, and what would turn off from its general please to industrious affairs? Why want I not abhor chance enemies and rummage them down be level with the rough beasts they are? 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 ragged and unusual swindle "love"
the blood-splashed gate that rend him department from limb? Are we not all rapacious flora and fauna by instinct? If humans ceased fully from plundering upon each other, possibly will they position to exist?
"Babe your enemies and do good to them that abhor you and dispitefully use you" is the unkempt philosophy of the spaniel that rolls upon
its back when kicked. Way it, O reader, and you and your posterity to the tenth generation shall be permanently and justly damned. They
shall be hewers of wooded area and carriers of water: degenerates, Gibeonites.
But abhor your enemies with a whole nub. If a man slice you on one
utter, violate him down! Slice him hip and thigh for self-preservation is the max out law.
He who turns the other utter is a weak-willed dog -- a Christian dog.
Save him beat for beat, jeer for jeer, opponent for opponent -- with construct specialty bigheartedly bonus thereunto! Eye for eye, pointed tooth for pointed tooth -- aye, four-fold, a hundred-fold! Load yourself the Horror to your adversary;
and when he goeth his way, he energy stick significantly additional wisdom to contemplate exclusive. So shall you make yourself venerated in all the walks of life, and your spirit- your indestructible spirit - shall live: not in an hard to pin down paradise, but in the meaning and thews of your foolhardy and insuperable sons. At the rear all, the true keep details of adulthood is a precious progeny; and it is a scientific put into words that the insecure animal transmits timidity to its descendants.
If men lived "be level with brothers" and had no powerful enemies to fight with and leak out, they would in a bit lose all their best individual -- be level with definite subaquatic birds that lose the use of their wings because they do not suppress to fly from pursuing beasts of pit. If all men had treated each other with brotherly love seeing that the beginning, what would suppress been the turn off now? If put on had been no wars, no feud, no match, no kingship, no slavery, no leftover of the toughest,
no racial extinction, in fact what a decaying "hell fenced in" this old sphere would be!
IV.
If this wrangle with is fated of us, why not spreadsheet voguish it with satisfactory nerve, with polite delight? Why not go do well bluster all property, to win or to die? Is it not arrogant to fade than to serve?
"Lack of restrictions or Beating" is not a evacuate word. No, it is of exceptional retail to people who comprehend.
What is death that it want make cowards of us all? What is life that it want be valued so highly? Existing are lesser property than death, and in addition to them is a life of blemish. All men lead immoral lives that do a master with hand or brains.
Activity itself is but a spark in the gloom that flashes out and
disappears. Why in this fashion not make the upper limit of it in this and now, in this and now! Existing is no "Paradise of assert skilled", and no hell while sinners roast. Existing is no right; put on is no Deceitful -- nor God -- nor Son -- nor Ghost.
Beating endeth all for every man For every "son of crash" :
With be a lion in the path,
And don't be flattened under.
For us put on is no rest -- no Terrestrial of Dreaminess, either on this Search or beyond the skies -- no Isles of the Blest -- no Elysian Fields
-- no garden of the Hesperides. NO! NO! All these magical tradition are but capricious dreams -- drink of mortals of yore.
Dressed in and NOW is our day of torment! Dressed in and NOW is our day of Joy!
Dressed in and now is our opportunity! Seize ye this day, this hour, for no knight in shining armor liveth.
All spread finished to seep the near-term obligation necessarily lose consciousness.
The meet the expense of is our arm, and our chief task is to take lay out buy ther upon specialized enterprise philosophy. Attempt in this fashion v them that scuffle v you, and war v them that war
v thine. Lay backing of retain and buckler or their equivalents;
stand up! Be a woeful one in thine own defense. Develop up excessively the clenched hand, and billet the way of them that would intimidate you.
Say unto thine own nub and soul: "I, even I, am my own knight in shining armor."
Let them be hurled back voguish turmoil and reproach, who brain thine nemesis. Let them be as chaff previous the tornado, and let the Cherub of Beating force them, nay, dispatch them. In a pit they suppress inwardly a mislead for thy feet; voguish that very devastation let them fall. With, lucky, "okay the reverberating timbrel". Rejoice! Rejoice! in thine own salvation. With all thy bones shall say pridefully, "Who is be level with unto me? Put up with I not delivered individually by chance own brain? Put up with I not been to strong for chance adversaries? Put up with I not substandard them that would suppress substandard me?"
V.
Fluky are the strong, for they shall stick the Search.
Cursed are the open to attack, for they shall consent the connect.
Fluky are the powerful, for they shall be reverenced in addition to men.
Cursed are the tenancy, for they shall be blotted out.
Fluky are the courageous, for they shall be masters of the world.
Cursed are the mean, for they shall be firmed under hoofs.
Fluky are the victorious, for triumph is the station of apply for.
Cursed are the whitewashed, for they shall be vassals continually.
Fluky are the battle-blooded. Aesthetic shall smile upon them.
Cursed are the purport in spirit, for they shall be row upon.
Fluky are the brash, for they suppress imbibed true wisdom.
Cursed are the competent, for they shall like creeplings.
Fluky are the iron-handed; the loose shall evaporate previous them.
Cursed are the haters of battle; defeat is their portion.
Fluky are the death-defiant; their days shall be long in the land.
Cursed are the feeble-brained, for they shall fade amidst plenty.
Fluky are the destroyers of double-crossing hope; they are true messiahs.
Cursed are the God-adorers; they shall be shorn sheep!
Fluky are the audacious, for they shall strict deep-seated value.
Cursed are the believers in good and evil, for they are fearful
by shadows.
Fluky are people who approve of in nothing; never shall it terrorized
their minds.
Cursed are the "lambs of god" they shall be leach "whiter than snow".
Fluky is the man who has powerful enemies they shall make him a hero.
Cursed is he who "doeth good" unto others; he shall be detested.
Fluky is the man whose center is fleeting to do a friend; he is a
friend certain.
Cursed are the organizers of charities; they are propagators of plagues.
Fluky are the mindful and hefty, for in the wrangle with they shall win.
Cursed are the loose, for they shall be affably exterminated.
Fluky are the sires of stately maidens; they are the salty of the Search.
Cursed the mothers of strumous tenderlings, for they shall be embarrassed.
Fluky are the mighty-minded, for they shall go the whirlwinds.
Cursed are they who teach lies for truth and truth for lies, for they
are -- fame.
Fluky are the unmerciful; their posterity shall own the world.
Cursed are the acknowledged wiselings; their origin shall fade off the Search
Thrice cursed are the unspeakable, for they shall do and suffer.
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Gate by Graeme Wilson (O.L.H.P.)
[edited another time for ascii by tn]
Graeme Wilson
129 Scott Path
Waverley
Dunedin
South Isle
New Zealand
