MISCELLANEOUS

WANTED A LEADER BY A BRUTALITARIAN TRUTHIST

A BRUTALITARIAN TRUTHIST—RAGNAR REDBEARD

WANTED A LEADER BY A BRUTALITARIAN TRUTHIST

"The dead hand of the past paralyses the brain of the present."

WANTED A LEADER BY A BRUTALITARIAN TRUTHIST Published in the New Zealand "TRUTH" 2 December 1916 is extracted from "Politics and Parliament" from the pamphlet "The Gospel According to Malfew Seklew," Spencella and Winsex, Chicago 1916. A collaboration between Ragnar Redbeard and Malfew Seklew.

WANTED A LEADER

By "A BRUTALITARIAN TRUTHIST."

In the New Zealand Truth, 2 December 1916.

WANTED A LEADER

By "A BRUTALITARIAN TRUTHIST."

Dear “Truth,”— The Labor Party must educate its masters and pastors. Wisdom comes through sorrow and pain. As pain precedes progress, so progress must be the outcome of wisdom and construction. Capital is brother-in-law to the House of Lords. The House of Lords is the step-father of Mars. Both are next-door neighbors and next-of-kin to church and capitalist State—twin enemies of the people. Capital is King Absolute at St. Stephens. King Edward VII. reigns only at St. James, for he is not allowed a seat in the Cabinet. He is ruler of the social realm. Capital is the ruler of the universe. Modern aggression is commercial, not military, with 10 per cent, as the incentive. The House of Lords has no chairman but is more orderly than the Commons. There are no “scenes” there, because there is more liberty for the individual. Each peer perseveres to preserve his privileges, without terrible tongue duels, wrathful riots, or “girls in the gallery.” The House of Commons is the hand-maiden of the House of Lords. Capital rules the Cabinet; the Cabinet rules the House of Commons; the House of Commons can’t bear the voice of the people—and still the people believe in the gods of their forefathers. They are governed by the tomb. The dead hand of the past paralyses the brain of the present. The moral of this problem is, the people must not put their trust in politics nor Parliament, but trust themselves before they can be free. It behoves the people to look round for a leader who has certain requisite qualities; such a one has heretofore not yet appeared on the horizon. His task will be the work of organising and clearing the mental cobwebs still festooned around the thinkeries of the toilers in Noo Zee.

A Thousand Books of Fame

This will be some task. His like only strikes the earth once in a thousand years, but he does appear, and to the demand appears the man. Wanted! A Napoleon of Labor to lead the reform forces of to-day. Must be possessed of psychic insight, wisdom to know and brutality to do. A man who is not afraid to break the Sabbath, the Ten Commandments, or anything else he can lay his bands on; a sort of Bovrilised Brutus, with a head to contrive, a tongue to persuade, and a hand to execute. He must possess the audacity of Chamberlain, the verbosity of Gladstone, the wisdom of Disraeli, the persistency of Keir Hardie, the enthusiasm of Blatchford, the wit of Bernard Shaw, the lungs of John Burns, the vivacity of Tom Mann, the insight of Machiavelli, the strength of Sandow, the analysis of Thomas Paine, the eloquence of Ingersoll, the thoroughness of Bradlaugh, the magnetism of John B. Gough, and the brutality of Malfew Seklew.

—Yours, etc,

“A BRUTALITARIAN TRUTHIST”