Thurland Press


Гео и язык канала: Весь мир, Английский
Категория: Telegram



Гео и язык канала
Весь мир, Английский
Категория
Telegram
Статистика
Фильтр публикаций


"Unlike all the other Germanic swarms, the English took neither creed nor custom, neither law nor speech, from their beaten foes. The average Englishman, American, or Australian of to-day who wishes to recall the feats of power with which his race should be credited in the shadow of the dawn of its history, may go back to the half-mythical glories of Hengist and Horsa, from whom we and our principles descend, or perhaps to the deeds of Civilis the Batavian, or to those of the hero of the Teutoberger fight, but certainly to the wars of the Catuvellauni chief, Caractacus, and of his conqueror, the after-time Emperor Claudius."—Theodore Roosevelt, The Winning of the West.














"A painted idol on a tree—
Dripping tears and gore—
A painted idol is to me—
And it is nothing more."

"And he who would be a creator of good and evil. Verily, he must be a destroyer and break conventional values in pieces."—Nietzsche

"The Man who deserves to succeed generally does."—Malfew Seklew

The people shall remain in slavery because slavery has generated in them all the vices of slaves; because they are kept in ignorance and remain ignorant under a superstition which they made and which keeps them ignorant. They live in a Hell that they themselves have created, and they smother themselves and each other—damning each other and themselves in the same breath— smothering any chance at a healthy resistance to the vile, ugly mushroom virtues which rule to-day.


"Verily I say unto thee, O my beloved one, the conquest of age and of death cometh unto man. Life is everlasting to some. When man emerges from the womb he is rising from the tomb."




"Man is as heaven made him, and something a great deal worse."—Cervantes.




Equality is the summed up dementia of two thousand years.


Those who claim Mastership on any other basis than conquest are upstart usurpers, and should be stricken down without mercy.


The Greeks must pay the Piper.

While Americans in droves die
From Spic and Nigger wrong,
Our hollow "statesmen" laugh and lie
Whilst listening to damnable negro "song."
They moon about "our credit,"
Yet loot the public till;
But, spite of curse or plaudit,
We've got to pay The Bill.

Our work and time they mortgage,
They tax us on our gear;
And this they say is statesmanship
(You can almost see them leer).
They vote their banks our heritage—
Our cars, our homes, and take their fills;
They've stolen fifty trillions,
But we've to pay The Bills.

"This is a land of freedom"—
But if at them we rail,
They wheel out "Law and Order"
And clap us into jail.
If we ask for living wages
They screech for "leaden pills"—
It's "shoot 'em down in batches,"
But we've to pay The Bills.

This—this they say is liberty—
"Ballots in a box"—
While fat insolvent robbers,
As cunning as the fox,
Corrupt our legislature
And "damn" the people's will,
Then issue "legal tenders,"
While we've to square The Bill.

And if we dare to question
Their villainy and fraud,
They tell us through the pulpit
"It is the will of God,"
The Christ—he was a dreamer.
And the stoves of hell will grill
Each 'Conspiracy theorist' and 'Right-Winger"
Who hints about THE BILL."


No agreement or law should be respected a moment longer than it can be enforced; for while "woe to the vanquished" is the motto of the victor, "vengeance on the victor," is the only thought of the vanquished. And never for a moment does this evangelist of victory question the right of the vanquished to all the vengeance they can take. Endlessly and mercilessly does this continue, through either the jeweled sword of the king, or the poisoned dagger of the slave.

There will be no middle ground, no mountain cleft for thee to hide in from the storm, for the savage nature of Man, is a truth, an all-devouring conflagration of secondary cyclonic rage. This Truth shall continue, anew and renewed, until the end of days.


Complete acceptance of the gospel of force is not only logical but necessary to maintain the balance of power and preserve the race. Without aspiring slaves waiting for the chance to slay them and seize their wealth and power the Masters become careless, weak, stupid, degenerate, and the breeders of dwindlings.

The base slave who insults Life by consenting to live may always redeem himself and justify his existence by killing his master; but if he accepts slavery as his portion, and fails to strike when opportunity offers, he sinks beneath contempt, and deserves nothing but the blackness of darkness for ever.


Wildfire

When summer suns had dried the bush and Autumn came along,
A match lit up the withered leaves (the breeze was blowing strong)
That night the fire was fearful—it rolled and raged and roared.
And over hills and gullies its blazing bellows poured.
It rose in tongues of scarlet-red—it curled and hissed and reared.
Wher'er it breathed it withered up—wher'er it licked it seared,
It lit the snowy mountains as brightly as the day,
And whirled aloft volcanic bursts, and shoals of starry spray
It howled down the gorges like tortured souls in hell
Sometimes it seemed to slumber as for a breathing spell,
And then superb splendor and wilder fiercer rush,
It scorched with hot sirocco blast the green and standing bush.
Ten million sparks blew on the gale right down the back of the ridges,
They tired the Wild Horse Clearing—burnt down the wooden bridges,
The still creek it lighted up with giant torches round,
And never slacked until it reached the indian burial ground,
For days it burned adown the creek, and many a mile afar,
And falling tree-trunks volleyed loud like cannonades of war,
Great balls of fire careered aloft high o'er the treeful crags,
And sheeted flames flew on before like shredded battle-flags.
Dante's dream compared to this was commonplace and tame.
Noon-day black with murky clouds, midnight red with flame
As if the stoker Lords of Hell had 'oped their furnace grate,
To wrap the monarchs of the bush in crimson robes of state.


"The tiger that assails me is in the right, and I who strike him dead, am also in the right."

"He who has the might has the right. If you have not the former, neither have you the latter."

"Either the club conquers the man or man conquers the club."

"Of what use is freedom to you that brings in nothing?"

"Lamenting and petitioning only shows the confirmed beggars."

"Of what use is it to a flock of sheep that no one abridges their free speech? They keep on bleating."

"One is free in proportion as one is strong."

"He who teaches you unselfishness, contempt of self is your seducer. He is your foe."

Therefore turn to your own selves rather than to your false idols and shibboleths. Bring out from within yourselves what power is THERE. Bring it to light and to activity. Bring yourselves to revelation.


Determination

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever god may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of Circumstance,
I have not winced nor cried aloud—
Under the bludgeoning of Chance,
My head is bloodied—but unbowed.

Beyond the Place of Wrath and Tears,
Looms but the horror of the Shade,
And yet the menace of the years,
Found, and shall find me un-afraid.

It matters not how straight the gate,
How charged with punishment the Scroll,
I am the master of my Fate,
I am the Captain of my soul.

Показано 20 последних публикаций.