Chapter 1-1

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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?

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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.

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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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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.

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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.”

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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?

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Chapter 1-6

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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.

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