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[font=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif]The best fighters are the best race-producers. This is the verdict of Biology and the instinctive belief of the whole Feminine world in general. In the molding of Organic Nature into all its diverse forms, Love and War (with their attendant penalties and correlated consequences) are the two most potent factors. Battle is the furnace-alembic that has been consciously provided for chemically separating the animate Refuse from the Gold. Sexual desire is the amalgam that thereafter unites the golden particles, perpetuating for ages and ages the selected qualities-of physical beauty, vigor, bravery, endurance - or vice-versa. "I am convinced: writes Darwin, "that natural selection has been the main, but not the exclusive means of modification." The same thought has been gemmed in a more sentimental but equally suggestive setting, by Dryden: Happy, happy, happy pair, None but the brave, None but the brave, None but the brave deserve the fair. Heraclitus condensed it into the terser dictum 'strife is the parent of things.' Even Solomon (the hoary old kingling) chanted it in characteristic Oriental strophes: "Love is stronger than death, the coals thereof are coals of fire, which hath a most vehement flame. Many waters cannot quench love, neither can the flood drown it-Jealousy is as cruel as the grave." Fighting is the method whereby the most fitted to propagate conclusively prove the fact. Animals, plants, birds, reptiles, and fish, all exist in surroundings of unending sex-rivalry and warfare - so do men. Organic life is one ceaseless round of Love and War. Sexualism and slaughter go hand in hand. Bacteria butchers bacteria-germ wars with germ-shark eats the shark-tigers struggle with tigers-the lion rends lion-eagle kills eagle, and man fights man, for the favor of the female - or the plunder of the vanquished. "Peace on earth and mercy mild," is mere lunacy-babblement. Even sheep, the most "Christly" of animals, wage tremendous duels - in due season. There is no other earthly passion so fiercely, savagely egotistic, as sexual desire and it is the physical basis of all human "love" - even the most ethereal and romantic. Everywhere 'the season of love, is the season of battle,' and whenn the fires of sexual ism bur low in nations or men, they are as unfit for freedom, as they are unfit to reproduce their kind, Topinard explains how sexualism operates among vertebrates of the deep: "The male Artocephali (sea-bear) arrive at the Falkland Islands in November, and scatter out along the beach. In December the females arrive, and immediately violent battles are being fought in all directions for their possession, Family life follows exactly as among humans. If the females behave badly, the male chastises them: they crouch at his feet, seem to beg his pardon, and shed copious tears. At times the male and female weep together." A geographer and naturalist of world-repute (AR Wallace) proclaims a series of similar facts - facts that are not new to observant minds: "Among the higher animals it is a very general fact, that the males fight together for the possession of the females. This leads... to the stronger or better armed males, becoming the parents of the next generation, which inherits the peculiarities of the parents; and thus vigor and offensive weapons are continually increased in the males, resulting in the strength and horns of the bull, the tusks and shield of the boar, the antlers and fleetness of the stag, and the spurs and fighting instincts of the gamecock, but almost all male animals fight together, though not specially armed; even hares, moles, squirrels, and beavers fight to the death. The same rule applies to all male birds. From this very general phenomenon, there necessarily results a form of natural selection, which increases the vigor and fighting power of the male animal; the weaker being either killed, wounded, or driven away." - as among men. In his Descent of Man. Darwin makes a similar general statement: 'With social animals, the young males have to pass through many a contest, before they win a female, and the older males have to retain their females by renewed battles, they have also, as in the case of mankind, to defend their females, as well as their young, from enemies of all kinds, and to hunt for their joint subsistence." Among the Vertebrates, the king of the herd (or pack), selects himself by his battle - prowess-upon the same "general principles" that induced Napoleon to place the Iron Crown upon his own brow-with his own hand All the Regal Houses of the world have been founded by fighting - men, and upheld by - fighting-men; just as in the "brute" creation. The chief recommendation to both animal and human chieftainship, is fighting capacity. The "common herd" instinctively feels that a good fighter possesses all the requisite virtues of good leadership, and leadership is exactly what they want. By conquest alone can an animal - king be deposed, and his vanquisher is always his successor. As long as his sight, hearing, strength, and courage endures, he is absolute lord, judge, procreator-in-chief - but not one moment longer. 'The king's dead, long live the king' is a biological affirmative. This is the Natural Order. The un-natural order is to appoint feeble but eloquent rhetoricians as Chief Magistrates (or constitutional kinglings), this latter plan is adopted only by human swarms in eras of senility and wholesale decadence. Politicians are everlastingly "fighting" each other (if we believe the sensational headlines of our editorial Daily Liar) but that kind of warfare is a sham intended to deceive. No real "fight" ever takes place between them. What they call 'fighting' is gambling with "Ayes" and "Nays"; playing pitch-and-toss for the booty other men win and the harvests other men garner. Hark! Do you hear them frothing at the mouth, loudly professing their "divine enthusiasm for Humanity." For what? In order that they (squalid scoundrels that they are) may sit on the seats of the mighty and steer the nation down to hell while putting money in their purses with taxes and blackmail. Nations have always risen to their highest pitch of fame and prosperity under the guidance of mighty men of valor, self elected: and they've sunken to the lowest depths of degradation and dishonor under the diabolical domination of elective rhetoricians. (Their ravages are not so obtrusive in America as in Europe, because territory here has been so vast-practically limitless.) Women instinctively admire soldiers, athletes, kings, nobles, and fighting-men generally, above all other kinds of suitors - and rightly so. Nothing so lowers a lover in a virile maiden's estimation, than for him to be "whipped" in a personal encounter with a rival. Among all classes of females this sentiment persists. The best bid a man can make for the admiration of any woman (even the most pious) is a display of undaunted physical prowess. Young women have an instinctive detestation for the "good young man that dies" kind of adorer, and they positively abhor the pale coward - even though he be a blood relation. Strength, energy-of-character, ferocity, and courage, she admires in her possible husband, above all other qualities combined. Even to be carried-off by force, is not repugnant to her feelings, if the "bold bad man" is in other respects acceptable. She pines to be 'wooed and won' (or as it were) she likes to feel that she has been mastered, conquered, taken possession of - that the man who has stormed her heart is in all respects, a man among men. This suggestive female idiosyncracy is rhythmically set forth by an anonymous writer thus: "Down a winding pathway in a garden old, tripped a beautous maiden, but her heart was cold. Came a prince to woo her, said he loved her true; maiden said he didn't, so he ceased to woo. Came a perfumed noble - dropping on one knee; said his love was deeper, than the deepest sea. But the winsome maiden, said his love was dead, and the perfumed noble, accepted what she said. Came a dashing stranger, took her off by force: said he'd make her love him, and she did-of course." Conquersome personalities by obtaining possession of the best and handsomest females raise up as a rule, conquersome descendents. Hence the origin of Great Races. Second-class males are driven by necessity to mate with second-class females; and in strict sequence third-class males select partners from feminine remainders. (Hence the stereotyped nature of servile Castes.) Superior males take racially superior women, and inferior males are permitted to duplicate themselves, per media of inferior feminines. Each class reproduces its kind (on the average) and if the ordained struggle for earth's Good-Things is not artificially interfered with, the leading classes are periodically called upon to maintain their pre-eminence at every turn, by Might or be swept away, enslaved, supplanted, expropriated by the braver and bolder Animals. Aristocracies have always originated in War. Sham ones grow up (like mushrooms) in times of peace. No "Aristocracy" ought to be allowed to dominate one moment longer, than it is able to maintain itself, by the edge of the Sword. Again, subordinated classes should not permit themselves to be mastered by Usurpers who cannot fight. It is the Natural Order for first-class men to dominate third-class men - but the classes are self-selective; by conflict. Someday inferior breeds will be remorselessly exterminated, as useless and noxious vermin. Behold! I judge the future by the evolutionism of the Past. Women congregate at athletic sports and gladiatorial contests; impelled by the same universal instinct that induces the lioness to stand expectantly by, while two or more rival males are ripping each other to pieces in a rough-and-tumble - for her possession. The lioness submits, as a matter of choice, to the embraces of the Victor; and in the most fashionable society, the stalwart footballer or the dashing soldier, has practically unlimited selective powers, among the marriageable maidens of his own particular set. No nation, no empire, has ever fallen - no race has ever been enslaved, because it delighted in manly sports - in the hunting of boars and lions, and men - in deadly tournaments - in deuling - in prize fighting - in gladiatorial combats - in scenes of "cruelty and blood:' No! not one! (Nature is cruel - a million times more cruel than man ever was.) But dozens of 'civilizations' have perished shamefully, ignominiously, because of the spreading canker of personal cowardice-gendered by effeminacy, luxury, usury, laboriousness, statecraft, superstition, 'culture,' and peace. Want of daring-enfeeblement of physique - meanness of mind - fear of danger and dread of death (sure signs of racial deterioration) have never originated with athletic tournaments. nor wars of conquest, nor gladiatorial games. When Clericalism abolished the 'holmgang' the pride of Norland silently waned away: when it abolished the Olympian games Greece rotted with decay; and when it banned gladiatorial contests the Eternal City "had its day." Bull-dog virtues are bound to triumph in the long run and they can only be developed (if developed at all) by daily practice from youth up. Hence the necessity of 'brutal' football -'brutal' warfare - 'brutal' personal encounters - 'brutal' thoughts and 'brutal' combinations. (The word 'brutal' is written here because it is popularly misunderstood and used as a missile.) The 'brutal' races have always been supremely 'brutal.' (Alexander, Sesostric, Caesar, Titus, Nero, Bonaparte, Cromwell, Grant, Bismarck, Cecil Rhodes.) The word 'brutal' in real life means the reverse of effeminate. A man is brutal who will not turn the other cheek. What is it "brutes" do that in nature, is wrong? Emerson perceived this pivotal anachronism clearly when he declared: 'Nature is erect, but man is fallen: Christlings are forever using the word 'brutal' to terrorize each other but who are they anyhow? Are they not the scum, and dross, and off-scourings, and creeping things, of the Aryan migrations - mere shrieking, blubbering, fulminating dwindl1ngs of the very lowest intellectual development? Let Emerson again be put on the witness stand. He may be considered fairly impartial. Hear what he has to say: The waves unashamed, in difference sweet, Play glad with the breezes; old play - fellows meet. The journeying atoms primordial wholes, Firmly drawn, firmly driven by their animate poles, Sea, earth, air, silence; plant, quadruped, bird; By one music enchanted; one deity (nature) stirred. Each the other adoming, accompanying still; Night veileth the moming; the vapor, the hill. Man crouches and blushes, absconds and conceals, He creapeth and sneaketh, he palters and steals. Infirm. melancholy, jealous;-glancing around; An oaf, an accomplice; he poisons the ground. Athletic contests (and combats of all kinds), have a powerful influence in molding for the better, the personnel of all participants therein. He who must meet worthy antagonists face-to-face and deaf eat them or be himself defeated, ennobles his own mentality-unconsciously. Courage, coolness. intrepidity, purity of blood, and mental balance, are the athlete's first requisites. He must therefore be individualistic, self-reliant and calmly resourceful; i.e. - he must be brave. The brave man is ever generous. frank, outspoken, dauntless. His brow is open-his step fearless and firm-his bearing self-poised, leonine. He looks at you without a tremor-sums you up at a glance, and in business affairs, his "word of honor" is more binding than Shylock's sealed bond. He may not be an erudite philosopher - a profound scholar - nor an eminent elocutionist - (nor be troubled over much with the "saving" of his soul) but he is more than all that-he is a man. Hence, everywhere he is first favorite, especially with the feminine gender-whose sexual instincts are as true to Nature as the needle is to the pole. What a tremendous difference is noticeable, between the self-contained bearing of the bronzed soldier; and the creeping suavity of the chalky-skinned shopkeeper-the vileness of the Hebrew money-lender-the sweet milk-and-honeyness of the venomous pastor-the base obsequiousness of the lean hireling - the boorishness of the ungainly peasant-and the fat sleek cunning of the tax-eating political? Who can look upon them (bunched together) and honestly affirm, that - fighting does not tend to improve the stamina, beauty, vigor, and seed of the race? Healthy animalism is the foundation of all virtues whatsoever. Diseased bodies produce diseased minds. Hence the noxious degeneracy of the average 'genius: Hence also the shrieking madness of the blinded multitude. Average 'civilized' men are more or less abortions anyhow-pre-natal megalomaniacs. Sane men could never be induced to worship an Idol (made out of a mendicant Jew) nor would they consciously erect in the name of Progress, State sausage mills for chewing up their own flesh, and sucking their children's marrow bones. (Deranged minds while being very susceptible to suggestion, possess-no initiative.) It is the gibbering "geniuses" that are luring mankind down to eternal damnation. If these monstrous mattoids had been smothered the day they were born-the earth and the air would have been purer, to that extent. Have they not innoculated the human race with every malady; while proclaiming nostrums and "infallible remedies" - for each incurable disease? From pulpit, platform and library, they ray out their maniacal babblement; and rabbles, madder than march-hares, suck it all in, with open-mouthed wonderment! Hark! Do you hear consumptive fiendlings coughing out their literary pestilence in the High Places of the World? They would cure "the sufferings of the submerged," would they? Vain is the medicament that expels no contagion! Vain also is the rhetoric that cures no human woe! Women take supreme delight in the roll of warlike drums-in the marching of the military, in reading the poems and romances of 'battle, murder and sudden death.' (Police Gazettes are mostly supported by women, because of the sensational homicidal reports.) French women (even against their deep patriotic sentimentalism] admired the fine physique and martial bearing of the German troops that poured through Paris in '71. The contrast between the tall, clean-skinned German Conquerors and the dwarfishness of the French National Guards was then most strikingly displayed. Clericalism there has had full sway for centuries and now majority-box socialism (also cynical squalid sensualism) is all the rage. Whenever soldiers conquer in war, they also conquer in love - after the first paroxysm of revengeful patriotism is over. Women of vanquished races are usually very prone to wed with the men who have slaughtered their kindred in battle. Rudyard Kipling, in one of his popular ballads touches upon this ethic peculiarity with a masterly hand: "By the old Moulmein Pagoda looking eastward to the sea, there's a Burmah girl a set tin," an I know she thinks O' me; for the wind is in the palm trees, and the temple bells, they say: 'Come you back O British Soldier, come you back to Mandalay:" After the battle of Senlac, Norman adventurers were the 'prey' of fair-haired Saxon maidens. To this hour, wherever soldiers or men-o-wars - men go, amorous dusky daughters of conquered Islands, absolutely leap into their arms. New Zealand Maori women married British officers, soldiers and sailors in thousands and when the regiments were sent home many men remained rather than break up their families. At Gibralter, Spanish senoritas literally storm that rock-ribbed fortress to get at the "widows'-sons" - The loves of Red Indian maidens for Pale Face warriors may some day find a Homer, to clothe them with immortality. Already many have become world-famous; notably the epic Pocohontas and that erratic filibuster John Smith. Since the marriage of Strongbow to Eva the admixture of Celt and Sassanach blood has proceeded continuously from the same root cause. In garrison towns it is a matter of perpetual witticism the preference which females of all satraps display for soldier lovers. What modern Gaul requires to reinvigorate her ethnic stamina is wholesale and limitless conquest by some Northern Race. The conquerors, by seizing all the land and movable property, would become immediately a ruling caste, attracting to themselves all the best feminines of France. This infusion of new blood would not strengthen the inherited physique of the invaders but it would certainly invigorate the structural physique of the defeated tribe. No hand should be stretched forth to shield a self-poisoned breed of humans from utter subordination, for an undue preponderance of weakly organisms is not desirable. It is good that they should be swept away and it is better that they should be swept away by war than by pestilence - as in China and India. Enslavement or annihilation is the just reward of wholesale physical debilitation. The Blackfeet's ruthless warfare against the Digger Indians was in strict accord with the Cosmic Plan. The story of the past literally bristles with illustrations of ethnic displacement, carried out (unconsciously perhaps) as herein set forth, but to resume the personal factor. Briseis, after her "dearly beloved" had been slain by Achilles, consoled herself with the self - delightful fact that the slayer would take her, as spoil, to his own bed. The Valkyries (Norse battle-maidens) married only with their conquerors. After the storming of Troy, there was very little ceremony over the union of Ajax and Cassandra, in the temple of Minerva. All through the Illiad epic, women are at once the property, the conqueror's prize, and the inspiration of all the Homeric Warriors... It is notorious that when Roman and Greek matrons discovered no parental virility in their debauched consorts, they deliberately made advances to the blonde-bearded barbarians, who had been imported from the frontiers (prisoners of war) to wrestle in the amphitheatre. Many a dark-eyed patrician 'maiden of Italia' throbbed with secret joy, at the duel - victory of her favorite fighter: and many another has wept her eyes out, as the greedy remorseless sand, drank up the heart's blood of her "dying gladiator" - American women's passion for marrying foreigners, arises more or less, from similar instincts. American born men evince an alarming tendency toward impotency. (Vide census returns.) An immense number of them are 'old before they are young' and a very large proportion (more especially in the cities) are lean lantern jawed profligates, or leering bald-headed wrecks. The noblest born maids and matrons of Rome vied with each other for Caesar's smile - when (after killing one million men, and enslaving two million) he became Imperator. Queens were proud to be his concubines: and one of his own natural sons (without knowing the fact) helped to assassinate him. The love scandals of David, Solomon, Aaron Burr, Sigurd the Volsung. Hercules, Jupiter, Apollo, Jehovah, Isis, Sir Galahad, Charles II, Henry VIII, Bonaparte, Alexander, Raleigh, and that dashing triumvir Marc Anthony, have affected, for better or for worse, the whole world. 'Better the mistress of a king, than the wife of a subject': was a saying once popular amongst European women, in the ages when kings were really kings of men-when they were mail-clad sword- swingers-mighty men-of-valor. Modern "kings" are simulacra-dilettantes, scarecrows-robed in purple, and paid liberal salaries to impersonate regalism for the delectation of the vulgar. Marionettes are they! Fitted only to lay foundation - stones-utter vicarious homilies - read off type-written deceptions: or now and then dress up in swashbuckler accoutrements, to review Messrs Rothschild, Ikelheimer, Bleichroder & Co's praetorian guards, marching by in serried column - with nodding plumes and bannered panoply of war. Modern kings are degenerates: even more so (if that be possible) than their laborious subjects. They have allowed all kingly Initiative to be wrested from them, by the diabolical cunning of that 'plastic demon' the Jew Banker - that Mephistophelian manipulator of National Debts and National Credits. Kings have not been equal to the occasion and resultantly they and their brain - drugged subjects are 'bonded' to the Israelite. The Jew has been supinely permitted to do-what Alexander, Caesar, Nusherwan, and Napoleon failed to accomplish - crown himself Emperor of the World: and collect his vast tributes from 'the ends of the earth.' From the Mississippi valley to the plains of the Hoang-Ho-from Spitzbergen's icy uplands to New Zealand's iron shores - his satraps bear sway, and his tax-gatherers pillage, ravage, and rob. As long as the Aryan Race bows down (even nominally) at the Sign of the Cross, or vacuously endeavors to 'keep the commandments,' it is hopelessly entangled - it is delivered up-a burnt sacrificial offering-to the dolabra of the sons of Jacob -Jacob the supplanter. Maimonides the philosopher of Hebraism boldly suggested this view to orthodox Talmudists: "The teachings of the Christian Church," he proclaimed, "tend to bring to perfection all mankind, so that they serve Jehovah with one consent. For, since the whole world is thus full of the words of the Messiah; of the teachings of the Holy Writ, and the Commandments, these words have spread to the ends of the earth, even if any man deny the binding character of them now." Which being interpreted meaneth: Tolerate O children of Israel, the false religion of the Crucified Prophet! It will serve your ends most admirably. When the tribes of the West 'serve Jehovah with one consent.' Behold! They shall also serve you. Christ shall 'bring them to perfection,' and ye shall put them in bonds. They have made you weep and suffer; ye shall make them drip tears of blood; for the Lord your God hath said it. Nineteen centuries of evangelation (with a Hebrew Bible as basis) has resulted in - what? The political, social, financial, and philosophical domination of - the Hebrew. We study his falsified chronicles, his melancholy literature, and his prophetic out-pourings, as if alone, in such a nauseous heap of rubbish and stench the summum bonum was to be found. Not an acre changeth hands - not a battle-ship lifts an anchor - not a ploughshare cleaves the soil - not a president vetos a Bill - not a diplomat signs a protocol - not an emperor waves a saber, without direct inspiration from the hidden Hebrew Potentate. Behold! - "the King is in his counting-house, counting out his money" - and such a king! Israel is absolute dictator, because he is absolute Proprietor. The gold and the silver and the credits of the world belong to him, and as long as he hires politicians to utilize the military arm of 'government', in the collection of his 'loans' - in defense of his ironclad safety-vaults, he is an irresponsible Jehovah-Jirah. But should Force ever fail him, "the lean dogs outside the wall" will leap snarling upon him and spoil him of his spoil; that the fittest may survive. "The Jews are ministers of Gold - Great Bankers who see in the People and the State a mine to be worked." "Our life blood is drawn from us by these harpies of finance and the gaming table, who mock us with illusions, while they strip us of our all." "The harm which the Jews commit does not come from individuals, but from the very constitution of these people; they are locusts, caterpillars, which ravage France, to whom commerce ought to be prohibited."... There are two distinct yet parallel species of the parasitical Semite: the first, represented by Marx, Lasalle, Stepniak, and Jesus-the-dreamer: the second, by Goshen, Rothschild, Baring, and lscariot-the-Banker. Between them they've practically extinguished civil liberty and personal independence, wherever they have been sheltered. Viper like, do they not bite the very mamae that gives them suck? What have they ever done to Gaul but eat her heart out; and Gaul was first to "emancipate" them? What are they now doing to Germany, Russia, England, America, Morica, Australia? Poisoning the brain-cells of the enslaved multitude while taking-in-pledge - the plough and the harrow - the millstones and the mill. Over nations and empires and colonies in vassalage, hangs the Idol-sign of the Brazen Crucifix (that sures no ill). Over a world in bondage looms the dread shadow of the Three Golden Balls. As the stars and the suns and primordial atoms, attract each other by odic force, so do handsome women and brave men. The nerve cells of splendid feminines and resolute warriors vibrate in rhythmic unison. Between them there is a mutual free-masonry, that neither "creed" nor "culture" has ever been able to eradicate; because it is part of the cosmic plan for evolving a higher, and yet a higher type. Women-kind mobilize in battalions-of-beauty, at football matches, ball tournaments, acquatic carnivals, and sham battles; just as the feminines of "Auld-lang-syne" gathered at the archery sports - the Colosseum combats - the Olympian games, and the Neolithic war-dances. In their worship of the warrior, Indian squaws, lionesses and ball-room belles are in harmonious accord. Even in years of peace (peace may be considered a temporary truce - a partial suspension of the struggle for survival) civilians in female society are at a heavy discount, when the gold-braided naval lieutenant or the 'Captain-in-his-whiskers' is prowling around. At balls and receptions, the martial uniform carries allââ¬Â¦ Wilson, Financial Editor, Investor's Review, London... Emperor Napoleon the First-Quoted by Presence before its sexuality (more especially if there be a man inside) just as it does among the head hunters of Borneo, the cannibals of the Congo, the redskins of Oklahoma - or the gruesome savages of Chicago. University professors (priests disguised) and supersanct demagogues, may rail in florid prose and honeyed lines or rhyme, against 'militarism' and the 'horrors of war,' but they might, much more logically, rear-up on their hind legs and bray furiously at the belts of Orion; or kick out in silly desperation, at the glancing spears of the Northern Lights. Those literary 'luminaries' (whose business is to dwarf public opinion) with spectacles on their noses - madness in their cerebrums - congestion in their livers - saplessness in their bones - fear in their hearts and pens between their snaky fingers, are never enthusiastically "selected" by virile women. When these poor miserable manlings (geniuses they name each other) do happen (by some lucky chance), to get a woman, they make her life a torment, and scarcely ever leave any progeny behind them, for the doom of degeneracy is upon every nerve and filament of their bodies. Who ever heard of a lovelorn virgin risking her life, or her reputation, to mate herself with a sanctimonious creeping-thing, or bespectacled savant? Did you ever look upon a great drama wherein the hero did not do a bit of fighting? Prince Charming is ever a performer of gallant actions-he conquers giants - outwits knaves slaughters monsters - pulverizes wicked enchanters and is an all around perambulating Terror to the wicked - that is to say to "the other fellow." A recent account of the Indian mutiny, states that the first outbreak (at Meerut) was precipitated by 'a splendid native girl, hung with jasmine garlands' who womanlike, taunted her sepoy lover by hissing in his face, when he came to visit her: 'We of the bazaar kiss no cowards." He left her in a rage and went out to recklessly precipitate Insurrection, that ended by the blowing of "the defeated" from the mouths of the conqueror's cannon. As agents provocateurs, women have never been surpassed by men. Cornelia trained up her two brilliant sons, with a view to hurl them against and overturn the Roman Oligarchs; a city harlot led the Sans-Cullotes of the French Revolution. Queen Boadicea led her own army of painted Britons against the, then all-conquering, Legions of Rome. A female epileptoid (since canonized) dressed herself in iron armor, mounted a war-horse, and urged her demoralized countrymen-to the forcible expulsion of an alien army. In American wars the feminine has also played her part with eclat; and she delights (above all other women) in tracing her own and her family's pedigree to Revolutionary. Soldiers, Pirates, Filibusters; and through them to the mail-clad knights and heros of long ago. No Public Library in this Republic is without its complete set of Stud-Books, and none are deeper students thereof than - women. Instinctively comprehending the determinant power of heredity, these students are vaguely endeavoring (in their own peculiar way), to solve the renowned Spencerian Synthetic: "Having seen that matter is indestructible, motion continues, and Force persistant - having seen that Forces are everywhere undergoing transformation; that motion always follows the line of least resistance; is invariably rhythmic; it remains to discover the similarly invariable formula, expressing the combined consequences of the actions, thus separately formulated: Herod's wife and daughter, and their secret alliance for getting John the Baptizer's head chopped off, must not be overlooked; nor the calculated 'brutality' with which Jael drove that tent - peg into General Sisera's cranium, when he slept. The folk-tale of Delilah and Samson is also to the point. In many respects women have proved themselves more cruel, avaricious, blood-thirsty and revengeful than men. Women are also remarkably good liars. Deception is an essential and necessary part of their mental equipment. They are inherently deceitful. Men however reckon upon that and discount it well in advance. Without deception of some sort, a woman would have no defense whatever, against rivals, lovers, or husbands. We must not forget that women really hate each other-intensely. It is as natural for women to prevaricate, as it is for man to resent a blow on the face. It is their weapon. Hence they take up with false religions, priest crafts, superstitions, much more readily than men. They like to play the hypocrite, and pretend to be "O so holy"; when their secret thoughts are carnal, self-centered and materialistic. When women think, they think falsely - when they follow their instinct, they do exactly what nature intended them to do - limited of course by the inevitable 'man' - "the brute that he is." Women are beautiful animals, delightful companions, affectionate mothers, sisters and wives, kindhearted friends; but they are-born dissimulators. A woman is primarily a reproductive cell-organism, a womb structurally embastioned by a protective, defensive, osseous network; and surrounded with the antennae, and blood vessels, necessary for supplying nutirment to the growing ovum or embryo. Sexualism and maternity dominate the lives of all true women. To such an extent is this so, that they have little time left (or inclination) to 'think' and therefore they've never been fitted out ab-initio with reasoning organs. Probably this is what Mahomet alluded to, when he sententiously affirmed that "women have no soul." (Even in man, the soul is probably a fiction, but in women its absence is an absolute certainty.) Women are made sexually attractive to equilibrate their lesser masculinity. It is man - the warriors - business to supply their wants, and select the best of them, for his own enjoyment and the propagation of his seed. They will not object - except in a giggling, semi-sentimental sort of way, because they comprehend their own incapacity for self-mastership, and logical business methods. They are never touched with any sense of personal responsibility; are mere babies in worldly concerns - hysterical, well supplied with tear glands, verbal mechanisms - but lovable always. Slaves and women are notoriously incompetent of self-control - of holding their own in 'business' - when not inspired and assisted by male friends. They are intended by nature to be loved and defended but not to be "equalized." When their passions are stirred, women have performed deeds of heroism (and of terror), that even a man with nerves of steel, would hesitate at. They have fought on sea and land, the bravest of the brave. They have led armies and ruled empires, and been criminals of the darkest dye, Messaline, Aggripina, Amestes, Charlotte Corday, Elizabeth of Russia, Jael, Fulvia, Theroigne de Mericourt, Jezebel-the Borgias; have all made themselves more or less infamous. "Terrible is the rage of the billows - terrorizing is the fear of poverty, but more terrorizing than all things is the hate of a woman." (Euripides) Pseudo scientists have lately investigated "The Female Offender" with anthropometric accuracy, but their methods are puerile and unsatisfactory. Their very 'first principle' is false. They begin by assuming that the "criminal type" is to be found in jails - a most superficial and unscienctific assumption. Only criminals who Jail are found there; and by far the largest proportion of them do not fail. Naturally enough, successful criminals have not been "investigated" by Messrs Ferreri, Lombroso, Havelock, Ellis, et al. That being so, their sagest conclusions are vitiated. Indeed it is an accepted truism among criminals and police, that 'only the fools are caught.' Many of our most eminent men in law. medicine, science, religion and statesmanship, are criminals - criminals of the most atrocious description. The difference between the man who rules in the Castle, and the other man who is chained in the castle-dungeon, is the difference between success and failure. There is a strong affinity between the criminal and the conqueror. If Washington for example, had failed, he would (most probably) have been hunted-down, and hung as an outlaw and traitor. However, he 'won' by Force, and consequently became a mighty potentate. King David was a sheep-stealer and blackmailer, until he triumphed. Then he became "a man after God's own heart." William the Norman was also a criminal, and fifty percent of his invading army were exiled outlaws; but by conquest he became king of England, and his followers blossomed into nobles. Hence the Spencerian dictum: "The sole truth that transcends experience, by underlying it, is the Persistence of Force. This being the basis of experience, must be the basis of any scientific organization of experiences. To this an ultimate analysis brings us down; and on this a rational synthesis must be built up." (First Principles) Criminals and statesmen are visible embodiments of the Persistence of Force! Now that being so, scientists should define, unmistakably, what they mean by "crime," before commencing to elaborately tabulate 'the criminal type.' But whether a criminal is successful or not, he seems to have a peculiar fascination for women. He who "risks his life to advance his fortunes" may reckon beforehand upon unlimited feminine approval. If he succeeds and becomes a millionaire, a chancellor, a president, or a king, he has only to 'hold up his hand' to be literally 'rushed' by the handsomest feminines in the land: and even if he fails bravely, women will gather in shoals to visit him in jail, besieging him with bouquets and proposals of marriage, even at the gallows. In Michigan a law has lately been enacted, to prohibit female adorers, from sending flowers to condemned murderers, burglars, and bank wreckers. Lombroso says somewhere that "good and passionate women have a fatal propensity to love bad men;" but with characteristic want of the logical faculty, he abstains enthusiastically, from defining 'good' and 'bad.' Belle Starre, the border bandit (who died in a fight with State troops) was the daughter of a guerrilla chief. She selected her numerous husbands from the bravest dare devils in her band, and on the slightest sign of cowardice, they were discarded. "I do love a fellow who shows grit:" was a common expression of hers. A printed catalogue of the sanguinary duels, that have been fought through jealousy, would not be less than fifty miles thick. (The mythical Cain and Abel are supposed to have quarreled over some ante-deluvian young woman's charms; and she must have married Cain.) If the duels between the animals, plants, birds, fish, germs, and infusorians, for possession of the female, were also added thereto; this planet would not contain the first chapter of the first volume. Women like to be able to say that two men have fought over them. All female animals display a similar peculiarity. Bushrangers, freebooters, rebels, pirates, have never lacked for love romances. Plays and novels by the thousand have been written upon their escapades, and are always perennially popular. From the Arabian Nights down to Marie Correli and Ouida, it is one long rhythmic lilt of 'Love and Women and War.' Women authors are specially prone to glorify their heroes, beauty-of-form, daring, hardihood, and resolution. Jesse James and his reckless band of outlaws, also had their famous love adventures. The mother of the James boys had her arm torn off by the explosion of a detective's bomb, thrown through her bedroom window, in the darkness of the night. The memory of "Brennan on the Moor," (and his dashing inamorata, who "handed him a blunderbuss from underneath her cloak"), is still as green as the hillsides of Innisfail. Like Mahomet, Tell, William Wallace, Caesar, and Napoleon, this famous outlaw's popularity rested on-a suggestive economic fact: "He never robbed a poor man, Upon the king's highway; But when he'd taken from the rich, He gave unto the poor; So bold and undaunted, Was Brennan on the moor." Though not cast in the American mold, Mr. Brennan was somewhat of a "practical statesman." Decidedly! According to Inspector Schaak's very cleverly written pamphlet, each of the Chicago bomb-throwers had his own romance. An heiress supplied money for the defense of one, whom she proposed to marry: but the most daring and logical of them all (when defeated) "fell upon his sword," like unto Brutus and Cato and Saul. That is to say, he blew his head off with explosives brought to him by his lady-love. It is also noteworthy that he was the son of a Crown Prince. Heredity therefore may have had much to do with the magnitude of his concept. In se magna runt - Another of these slave-betrayed, mob-abandoned enthusiasts was the brother of an American General, and seems to have led a wandering adventurous life; finally falling 'head-over-heals' in love with a Southern quadroon; who still zealously fans the embers of her dead husband's agitation (limited of course by police censorship). Whenever she rises to speak in this city, she is surrounded by stenographic-mouchards and by armed officers of the "Law" in picturesque uniforms. By direct command of the People, two of those men were choked to death and two others had their necks neatly broken; amid reverberating shouts of worldwide approbation. Their 'Power' was not equal to their 'Logic,' and consequently they were snuffed-out in strict accordance with the Law of the survival-of-the-fittest. All hireling labor is corroding, corrupting, degrading, devilish. Cursed is the brow that sweats-for hire, and the back that bends to a master's burden. Calloused hands imply calloused minds. "Virtue in bondage," what an insane paradox? There is something mutilated about men who exert the strength of their body or mind, for the enrichment of Taskmasters, and women are not slow to perceive it. Women are never deluded with the maniac philosophy that "Jack is as good as his master:" Indian squaws have no admiration for the "brave" who has never taken a scalp; and white women have even less for the 'bearded man': who-amidst gold and silver by the ton - lives from hand to mouth, like a mangy cur. The bolder and more aggressive men are, the more women of all classes admire them - and vice verse. Thus the surging ebb and flow of attraction and of gravitation is ever directed toward - the impregnation of the Fair - by the Strong. How glorious beneath the sun is the union of the Beautiful and the Brave. Soiled hands (if soiled for market hire or the payment of tribute) imply a soiled manhood - a biological organism of 'low degree.' Labor performed for oneself is possible - when performed for others, it is utterly debasing - ruinous to brain and body. From the beginning of time, the defeated classes have ever been the laboring classes-the tenants-the vassals-the sans-cullotes: and the conquerors (their heirs or assigns) have always provided (or hired) the priests, generals, taskmasters, and rulers. This is as, true of the United States (a European colony) as it was of Thebes, Troy, Babylon, Persia, Carthage, Rome. "Fallen from primeval innocence and ease. (When thornless fields employed him. but to please) The laborer toils - and from his dripping brow Moistens the lengthening furrows of the plough. In vain he scorns and spurns his altered state. Tries each poor shift, and strives to cheat his fate; In vein new - shapes his name; to shun the ill - Serf, hireling, help - the curse pursues him still; Changeless the doom remains: the mincing phrase. May mock high-heaven, but not reverse its ways... The only apparent difference, between the bondservant of antiquity, and the "educated" hireling of today, is - the thorough - going lunacy of the latter. The ancient Servi knew that they were held in bondage by force of arms; but modern slaves being born, maniacal degenerates, don't know it. Indeed the free workmen of England and America, can be compared to nothing more appropriate than Ibsens "hero," who fancied himself a reigning monarch (with the fate of empires in his nod) when inside a Cairo madhouse his head was ceremoniously encircled with a diadem of straw. ("His brow is wet with honest sweat." is the National Anthem of an insane asylum.) From whatever side we view him, the average hireling is a shameless, contemptible being. He cannot be classified among "men," any more than a capon can be classified as a gamecock. Continuous drudgery stiffens his body - ossifies both his hand and brain - makes him an idiot in fact. Even women (indulgent though they be) regard him as a disdainful object, incapable of either great thoughts, great deeds, or of providing them with a home. Hirelings are nearly always on the verge of pauperdom - always praying, howling, and weeping before their Taskmasters, crying out with a loud voice like spoilt babies, "O don't hurt us - don't hurt us -we are so 'good' - so law-abiding - we love Jesus so!" Capitalists, kings, and presidents never take these servile hounds into consideration - nor do sensible women. In grand affairs hirelings are merely inventoried as so much raw material or so many head of cattle; and in sexual affairs, they must of necessity, mate themselves with second-rate women - who cannot possibly find anything more to their taste. What woman in her senses desires to be a breeder of drudges, lunatics, and sans-cullotes? The very idea of "Labor" is in chains and yokes. There is no dignity in a bent back - no glory in a perspiring brow - no honor in greasy copper-riveted rags. There is nothing very delectable in picks, shovels, and calloused paws. 'Dignity of Labor!' - Dignity of hell! What is grand in a horny hand? What is free in a bended knee? What is brave in a pauper grave? What is bold in a lack of gold? O ye generations of Christ - deluded imbeciles! Ye swarms of moonstruck meeklings! Ye burnt out cinders of men ! - Ye blessing lambs! One day! One day! Ye shall be flung to the lions! Behold! I spit upon your Idols - your Opinions. Now would I pour molten hell through the ventricles of your soul. "O wretched minds of men! O blind hearts! Not to see in what darkness of life, and in what dangers, is spent this little term of human existence. For as children are frightened at fancied objects in the gloom, so we in broad daylight, often fear what deserves no more to be feared, than the shadows the children dread in the dark, and fancy they must exist."[/font]
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[font=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif][size=2]Might is Right[/size][/font][font=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif][size=2] was written by an unknown person going by the name of Ragnar Redbeard, it was originally published in 1896.[/size][/font][font=Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif] [/font]
2005-03-19 10:30 | User Profile
Was "Ragnar Redbeard" really an artist name for Jack London?
You know, the overman who died at alcoholism in the age of 40?
Petr