REDBEARD-ISMS
If you would like to read more of Ragnar Redbeard’s sayings, get a copy of his truly great book, Might is Right.
REDBEARD-ISMS
If you would like to read more of Ragnar Redbeard’s sayings, get a copy of his truly great book, Might is Right.
This age of ours wants men above all things—“men of spirit”—men ever ready to look into the eyes of death, without winking. Behold! Post up this new proclamation: “The man who made justice was a liar.”
The principles that govern a “hold-up” are the self-same principles that govern government. No government on earth rests on the consent of the governed.
Verily! Verily! A new nobility shall be born unto thee, O America! A breed of terrible commanders! of grim destroyers! A nobility unpurchasable with the minted tokens of money-changers—a nobility of valor, of power and of might—a nobility honorable, clear-sighted, clean-skinned, unconquerable!
When not thwarted by artificial contrivances, whatever argument nature promulgates is—right. The farther man gets away from nature, the farther he departs from right.
“Come unto me all ye that are weary and heavy laden,” and those who obey are sure of—hell.
Even as I write (1890-1896)—with wrecked civilizations lying around me, cold and chill—outraged nature is preparing her whirlblasts of wholesale avengements. Europe is a vast powder magazine, with a strident maniac in the middle waving a burning torch; and from Asia is wafted the odorous stench of plague-smitten billions. Any day, and hour, “civilization” may be startled from its hypnotic trance, to gaze upon the mightiest drama that has ever been unrolled when “the tempest flings out its banner of lightning,” and great nations groan, and reel, and surge, and rock, beneath the thunderous tread of trampling legions, drilling for the savage shock. Military arsenals are preparing in every city, and floating defiantly on seven seas are the steel-clad fortresses of rival mights. Foolish and blind (or mad) are they who think the struggle for existence ended. It is only begun. This planet is in its infancy, not in its decreptitude. The “end of all things” is afar off. The kingdom of heaven is not at hand.
Alas! Alas! O Gallilean! Thou art neither the way, the truth, nor the light!
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The Voice of The People, September 10, 1914.
