NORDIC BLOOD

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 weakling, wealth to the strong."
Open your eyes that you may see, Oh 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 reasons for your Golden Rule
and ask the why and 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 broad axe and split open his worm-eaten skull. I
blast out the ghastly contents of philosophically whited sepulchres and laugh with
sardonic wrath. Then, reaching up from 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 around me O' ye
death-defiant and the earth itself shall be thine, to have and to hold.
RIGHT!!!