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Ragnar Redbeard Reprint by Grand Magister Blackwood

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MIGHT IS RIGHTMIGHT IS RIGHT
      MIGHT IS RIGHT  
      BY RAGNAR REDBEARD  
      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 weaklings, wealth to the 
      strong! Open your eyes that you may see, 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 reason for your golden rule, and ask the why and the 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 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 encramp 
      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 broadaxe 
      and split open his worm-eaten skull.  
      I blast out the ghastly contents of philosophic whited sepulchers and 
      laugh with sardonic wrath! Then reaching up the festering and varnished 
      facades 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 round me, O ye 
      death-defiant, and the Earth itself shall be thine, to have and to hold.  
      II. Behold the crucifix; what does it symbolize? Pallid incompetence 
      hanging on a tree. All ethics, politics, and philosophies are pure 
      assumptions. 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 until 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, until all pre-existing 
      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.  
      To 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 mortal 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 who 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 upraise new men to determine its liberties, to lead it towards 
      material success – to rend the rusty padlocks and chains of dead customs 
      that always prevent healthy expansion. Theories and ideals and 
      constitutions that have meant life, hope and freedom for our ancestors may 
      mean destruction, slavery, and dishonor to us. As environments change, no 
      human ideal standeth sure.  
      Whenever, therefore , a lie has built unto itself a throne, let it be 
      assailed without pity and without regret; for under the dominance of a 
      inconvenient falsehood, no nation can permanently prosper. Let Established 
      sophisms be dethroned, rooted out, burnt, and destroyed- for they are a 
      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 everyone believes to be a model truth. It is 
      the fruitful mother of all other popular errors and delusions. It is 
      hydra-headed. It has 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. Annihilate them, or they will 
      us. Half and half remedies are of no avail.  
      However, when a lie has gone to far – when it has taken up its abode in 
      the very tissue, 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 wholesome slavery 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 are always DEATH. Nature does not love the 
      wrong doer, but endeavors in every 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 strong and the brave. Only Jews and Christs and other degenerates 
      think that rejuvenation can ever come though law and prayer. “All the 
      tears of the martyrs” might just as well have never have been shed.  

      MIGHT IS RIGHT  

      BY RAGNAR REDBEARD  

      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 weaklings, wealth to the 

      strong! Open your eyes that you may see, 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 reason for your golden rule, and ask the why and the 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 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 encramp 

      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 broadaxe 

      and split open his worm-eaten skull.  

      I blast out the ghastly contents of philosophic whited sepulchers and 

      laugh with sardonic wrath! Then reaching up the festering and varnished 

      facades 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 round me, O ye 

      death-defiant, and the Earth itself shall be thine, to have and to hold.  

      II. Behold the crucifix; what does it symbolize? Pallid incompetence 

      hanging on a tree. All ethics, politics, and philosophies are pure 

      assumptions. 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 until 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, until all pre-existing 

      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.  

      To 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 mortal 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 who 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 upraise new men to determine its liberties, to lead it towards 

      material success – to rend the rusty padlocks and chains of dead customs 

      that always prevent healthy expansion. Theories and ideals and 

      constitutions that have meant life, hope and freedom for our ancestors may 

      mean destruction, slavery, and dishonor to us. As environments change, no 

      human ideal standeth sure.  

      Whenever, therefore , a lie has built unto itself a throne, let it be 

      assailed without pity and without regret; for under the dominance of a 

      inconvenient falsehood, no nation can permanently prosper. Let Established 

      sophisms be dethroned, rooted out, burnt, and destroyed- for they are a 

      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 everyone believes to be a model truth. It is 

      the fruitful mother of all other popular errors and delusions. It is 

      hydra-headed. It has 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. Annihilate them, or they will 

      us. Half and half remedies are of no avail.  

      However, when a lie has gone to far – when it has taken up its abode in 

      the very tissue, 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 wholesome slavery 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 are always DEATH. Nature does not love the 

      wrong doer, but endeavors in every 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 strong and the brave. Only Jews and Christs and other degenerates 

      think that rejuvenation can ever come though law and prayer. “All the 

      tears of the martyrs” might just as well have never have been shed.  

Let us remember these words not because of La Vey but because they are diabolical and here is the original words un-edited

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Written by Grand Magister Blackwood Leader of Theistic Satanism

June 22, 2009 at 12:01 am

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