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prince
“Where are the men?” the little prince at last took up the conversation again. “It is a little lonely in the desert…”
“It is also lonely among men,” the snake said.
Neanderthal Right, 1
An Analysis of Primitive Responses Among White
Nationalists and Other Pure Yang Personalities and The
Requirement for The Balance of The Yin
by Benjamin
The Dying Gaul is an ancient Roman marble statue in the Capitoline Museums in Rome. This image will appear on the cover of the book The Neanderthal Right when it is finished.
I was introduced to the thinking of the American Alt-Right by a US Strasserite in around 2017. Before then, it is safe to say that I was to all intents and purposes a normie. I had had a tough few years previous, to say the least (and which I have recounted in my autobiography)[1] and I think that I was looking for direction in life, perhaps even a purpose that I could throw my all into. I was extremely naïve, and not as well-read on historical matters as perhaps I should have been, but willing to learn, and with a great curiosity for hidden details, and for those matters considered off-limits by orthodox society, and not often discussed (at least in my usual circle). I was, at least, not offended by anything he wrote to me, although it took me a little while to get on board, as at first I was immature, and prone to making poor taste remarks and faux pas, especially when it came to discussing the ‘Nazis’ and their impact on Western civilisation. I was 31 years old, and quick to learn, although invariably I was to be disappointed.
Even back then I found his attitude crass, a mixture of low-brow anti-cultural remarks and pop music interests, posturing, and in deep deference to Christianity. It was him indeed who encouraged me to briefly return to Christian worship, or at least, to be open-minded towards it, after many years of firm atheism since my late teens, considering Catholicism from a religious perspective and discussing the benefits of communal prayer and the positive influence of Christianity on American society, words I now realise were complete nonsense. His perspective lingered with me, still subconsciously dwelling on my own unresolved issues in the background, from many years before. However, it would take until about late 2019, slightly traumatised and in withering grief just after the death by suicide of one of my neighbourhood friends, before I finally took that desperate, regressive plunge, and began tentatively to attend Mass. Thankfully – in a sense – an allegation of terrorism later on into the following year, and the grim, extended lesson it taught me in aftermath, put paid to my ill-considered revival. I regret losing even those brief months to such idiocy.
My friend never shared that particular ideology with me, bar naming it, particularly in relation to a pop band he loved, but I was shown a load of digital cartoon graphic glyphs in ‘New Wave’ palettes with repetitive slogans plastered over them and was familiarized with obnoxious open discussions on social justice and Muslims, with a small mention of Jews and blacks.
I say ‘obnoxious’ as it occurred to me at the time that they may look ridiculous, for the sake of being meme-worthy, and there were certainly enough slang terms and neologisms and ways to deliberately insult them, but they certainly weren’t acting silly, and these people didn’t appear to be winning, or indeed denting their onslaught at all, as opposed to just doing the papers a business favour by daily second-hand reportage, and showing the world how tough their enemy were, akin to addictive demoralization propaganda for the outraged at their tea-tables. His approach to the problems didn’t really rub off on me, but it sparked enough curiosity to go off into the background and spend many months privately researching the Second World War, the NSDAP, and the terrible Allied destruction of Germany.
Much as Strasserism is nothing but incoherent subversion, looking back, I just can’t match anything he said to that kind of thinking. Perhaps it was simply a fad and a term he liked. We fell out a few years later. Initially, I had made the remark by internet messenger to him that I wanted us to “drive the enemy into the fucking sea!”, and I think he took umbrage at this for some reason, thinking it an extreme response, and admonishing me with a “oh, come on now, you can’t say that…”, coupled to my recorded presentation to him of a particularly acerbic song-poem titled Lesson One in which I sincerely recommended us (or indeed incited, depending how one looks at it) to drag our racial and political foes out of their dwellings en masse and hang them from the walls of this country, to “put out their eyes and rip out their tongues!”, to “desecrate their emptiness!”, and to “excise this blighted flesh and build a pyre of it all!”, remarking, just in case there was any doubt, that “everyone, and everyone, and everyone will fall!!!”As he told me condescendingly at the time, “I see you’re just working off steam…” It simply didn’t occur to him that I might be being serious, having penned the poem as a slab of macabre, aurally degenerate, yet sincere audio propaganda, intending to use it in public to rouse others to violent direct action, rather like those repetitive ISIS marching songs such as Saleel al-Salawim that the Muslims play here when they’re mobbing to attack us.
The final straw was when, some months later, in despair at the lack of such action, and observing the idiotic, brain-dead thralls all around me in my dead country, atomised, sheepish, and unable to think as a collective, my resolve faltered, and I asked him in panic “what the hell do we do now? How do you get these people to wake up! It’s hopeless here… I think we’re going extinct!” hoping for at least some racial solidarity, some hope or psychological assistance delivered long-distance, in setting me back on track. Instead, he replied to me, in evident irritation “Stop whining. Just fucking survive!” and washed his hands of me forever. I gather he hated the British on principle and the devastating plight of our people here, finding it all very wearisome, as if burnt out, and yet, ironically, was hoping for a political superstar saviour, to deal with his own nation’s problems so he didn’t have to. Another one who was convinced that, given the opportunity to, Donald Trump, the inept, narcissistic Jewish stooge of American decline, would ‘sort it all out’.
Last I heard, he’s “dropped out” now, and gone back to being switched off, with his job, and his truck, and his Jesus fetishes, as he prefers to fit in. It’s disappointing that he seems to have seen his adopted (and cynically abandoned) views as some form of game, as if part of a club. I was occasionally told off by him for being “too serious” or “going too far.” To think that at one point I presented as a complete normie to him.
I don’t like America or England. Hate is a better term – I think the countries are both unforgivable. I couldn’t see what he had to be proud of compared with this nation. The Allied guilt issue is totally whitewashed and buried. What Eisenhower and his men did, of their own accord, to the 750,000 German POWs of his Rhine Meadows death camps has not been suitably accounted for, let alone the rest of the appalling destruction of Germany,[2] from the torturous fire-bombings of Dresden and Hamburg, and more than a hundred other German civilian cities, to the systematic dismantling of Germany’s entire industrial infrastructure through the publicly shelved yet privately implemented Morgenthau Plan and Hooton Plan, and broadcasting of the popularly accepted (yet thankfully undelivered) Kaufman Plan, envisaged as a means of sterilising 48,000,000 Germans, and then the brutal massed rapes, gang rapes, and sadistic abuses directed against hundreds of thousands of German women and girls, from age 7 to 69, by the occupying armies of Russians, British, French and Americans, including over 190,000 rapes conducted by the American forces alone, often at gunpoint. The forced mass expulsion and subsequent deaths of more than 14,000,000 German civilians can never be apologised for. We have simply done too much.
The American never mentioned this side of his history to me, proud as any other patriotard, satisfied in his Christianised, anti-Aryan melting pot, a failed country from its very origins. An anti-Europe from conception, and now a New Zion, in the words of Sebastian Ernst Ronin. I’m aware that his ludicrous position is not uncommon.
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[1] Consumption: Memories of My Childhood, Books I & II, Benjamin Power, Lulu Publishing, 2025.
[2] See pages 296-304 of my previous work, The Less Than Jolly Heretic, available by private sale, for a full overview of these horrendous crimes, and a list of relevant reference literature.
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Whereas the Catholic Church tells us that everybody possesses “reasonable souls”—which seems to be yet another Christian-derived axiological political doctrine at the base of the cult of democracy—and that everybody has “infinite dignity” by virtue of their being created in the image and likeness of a Canaanite storm god, Heraclitus has an opposite opinion:
Not that Heracleitus believes in the wisdom of the majority as an infallible guide. “Most people are foolish and bad; the good are few, and one man is worth ten thousand if he be the best.”
Alfred Benn (1843–1915), Early Greek Philosophy (1908).
Modern Christianity is like stage-three cancer. “Secular Humanism”, as Revilo P. Oliver wrote in Liberty Bell is merely the Christianity of the Marxian Reformation. It is the red giant. It is Neo-Christianity. It is atheistic hyperchristianity.
You and I, César, simply wish to get rid of the Christian Cancer; this alien Semitic parasite on the body of the white race; this “Asiatic psychosis”—as Ben Klassen put it—preying upon the mind of the white race. However Christian traditionalists, like Joel Webbon, or traditional Catholics, wish us to simply go back to an earlier form of the Christian Cancer, like to stage-1 or to stage 2 Cancer. Christianity wasn’t so much of a nuisance to the white race back in the good old days, Christian traditionalists assure us.
However, we cannot unscramble that egg, and even if we could, modern Christianity emerges naturally from traditional Christianity like a chick from an egg. Modern Christianity is just the axiology of early Christianity, found in the New Testament, taken to its logical conclusion.
Update
Today I proofreaded the PDF of Might is Right and made some corrections to my preface and footnotes, as well as adding a quote from Sebastian Ronin at the end.
This means I deleted yesterday’s version and linked today’s corrected version to yesterday’s post.
Below, my preface to my anthology of selected passages from the book Might Is Right:
It is interesting to compare this book published in the 19th century with the lectures of those on the American racial right of the 21st century, who are still stuck in Christian ethics.
Might is Right or The Survival of the Fittest is a book written under the pseudonym Ragnar Redbeard and published in the US in 1896. It is a treatise on social Darwinism in which ‘Redbeard’—actually Arthur Desmond (1859-1929)—argues that weakness should be treated with abhorrence and strength should be glorified. Unlike Nietzsche’s philosophy (cf. my essay Crusade against the Cross) Desmond possessed racial ideals. He was explicitly anti-Christian and anti-Jewish, claiming that Christianity is contrary to natural law and a harmful foreign influence on Aryans. Desmond also opposes feminism and endorses the traditional role of women as opposed to the modern notion of sexual equality.
In the following pages, slightly abridged, we can read the first chapters of Desmond’s book. Both the images and the italicised text are the editor’s additions (the original text lacks italics). I find it fitting to publish this selection on Independence Day in the United States because the American author was perfectly aware that his nation was born with a catastrophic value system for Aryan preservation: something that white nationalists are still incapable of seeing.
César Tort
4 July 2026
My complete anthology can be read here.
princess life
When I received my first intellectual aid, while standing in the Gandhi Bookstore in Mexico City in 1983, reading an interview with Theodore Lidz in an anthology titled Laing and Antipsychiatry, there was no internet.
A couple of years later I was living in San Rafael, California and was impressed that such a modest town had a well-stocked library with the latest literary releases and many other books (I felt for the first time the difference between the first and third worlds).
Along with Laing, Lidz was one of the first to help me understand my maddening family, and it was precisely in California that I was able to buy his books in second-hand bookstores.
In the following decades, I would discover a constellation of authors who helped me understand it better: from Silvano Arieti to Jeffrey Masson, including authors as diverse as Thomas Szasz and John Modrow. Later, I subscribed to Peter Breggin’s specialised journal and read his books. Finally, I discovered Alice Miller and Lloyd deMause.
All of that helped me immensely to recover a self-esteem crushed by my family, but it wasn’t until I discovered some authors of white nationalism that I healed another part of my psyche that had been crushed not by my family but by society. I’m referring to the novels of William Pierce and Harold Covington about a civil war, as well as Roger Devlin’s intellectual refutation of feminism. If the authors mentioned before this paragraph helped me with the yin side of my psyche, those in this paragraph helped me with the Yang side.
But the search for self-knowledge never ends.
I recently discovered Blake Anderson’s videos and made another discovery. I already knew it intuitively (just as I intuitively knew that my parents had behaved horribly toward me before I read the first authors mentioned), but I hadn’t explained and systematised it in my worldview.
Anderson studies family systems that function not as families, but as cults, where the guru (one of the parents) not only dominates the entire narrative but also chooses one of her children as a scapegoat onto whom to unload all her early traumas. Anderson’s says something that I’ve experienced firsthand: when both parents die, this narrative of unloading all the family’s shame onto one of the siblings chosen by the parents doesn’t just fail to dissipate: it continues with the surviving siblings…
That’s what’s been happening to me since my mother died, and it’s such a maddening situation that this dynamic killed my sister a decade ago, even before my mother died. Of course, the details of a family tragedy can only be recounted in several books, and it’s a shame that new generations don’t want to read or write books, now that for the first time in history we have enough material to understand truly toxic families.
There’s a difference between all the authors mentioned and Blake Anderson. I discovered Anderson through his YouTube channel, and I studied the others through their books.
There’s a lot of garbage on YouTube. I think the most effective thing for us, as I’ve already said, is to have a daily podcast on Rumble perhaps in the style of Tom Metzger’s old interview with James Mason. None of the decadence of being separated by entire states (or countries, as is my case), but rather face-to-face, without any distracting AI-generated imagery! But the foundation for that will always be books and, more superficially, short blog posts like my brief entries on this site.
As you can see in this article, there’s a harmonious balance between yin and Yang. The findings of Alice Miller, mentioned above (or my friendship with my ultra-feminine friend Paulina, whom I’ll be visiting this morning by the way), compensate for my fierce, and even exterminationist, Yang spirit—or rather it complements it.
It’s a real shame that what Benjamin calls “the Neanderthal right” is incapable of seeing what people on the left do see: the yin side of our psyches. As I recently mentioned in the discussion threads on this site, even the toughest Spartans wept in the theatres during Athenian tragedies because they reflected the truth of their lives. As Aristotle said, only that produces the catharsis we all need, even for the toughest warriors I would add.
by Gaedhal
The most pertinent part of Benn’s book, Early Greek Philosophy is ‘a Failure of Nerve’. Instead of burying a clearly false and outmoded religion, the pagans of the Hellenic age tried to reinvent it; tried to rationalise it; tried to turn the gods into symbols of natural forces. This whole endeavour, according to Benn, set the stage for Christianity and Islam. Greece which was largely crypto-atheistic since the Ionic enlightenment—for almost a thousand years!—got taken over by a levitating Rabbi cult—Christianity—and a flying-horse cult: Islam. Failure to man up and embrace atheism led to Greece being taken over by two of the stupidest cults known to man.
Back then, Greece also included Anatolia, which is Modern-day Turkey. Indeed, Ionia is in Turkey.
Early Greek Philosophy (1908), by Alfred William Benn (1843–1915), is an excellent book concerning the beginning of philosophy with Thales of Miletus. Benn covers the noble maxims such as “Gnōthi Seauton!”, “Know thyself!”. The preceding: ‘gnōthi’ is an aorist imperative, which denotes completion. i.e. “Start knowing thyself, and do not stop until this task is completed!” Were it a present-tense imperative, i.e.: ‘Gignōski seauton’, then it would have the sense of “Begin to know thyself!” That English does not distinguish as to the aspect of an imperative shows us why classic works are best read in the originals. The aspect of the command: “Know thyself!” is lost in translation.
Another noble maxim is: “mēden agan”, i.e. “nothing in excess”. Indeed, Benn explains that “hubris” really means “excess”, or: “going beyond due limits”. Indeed, a “hybrid”, according to Benn, is someone/something who has exceeded the species barrier in his/her/its mating choices. There is thus an implicit condemnation of race-mixing in pre-Christian moral philosophy. ‘mēden agan’ could have the sense of: ‘don’t create hybrids with non-whites!’
Unfortunately, Christianity—a pure superstition that has nothing whatsoever to do with philosophy—overturned this principle of moral philosophy. Indeed, one thing that Christianity commands is excessive zeal: excessive love for its god, and for one’s enemies, and the Xenos/foreigner, whilst hating one’s family, excessively by not even attending their burial service. In the Sermon on the Mount, Jesus tells us to be excessive in our obedience to the occupiers of our nation. When an invader commands one, in the name of an enemy state, to walk one mile with him in furthering the invasion of one’s native land, Jesus commands us to exceed this treasonous request, and to walk two miles with him! The Sermon on the Mount tells us to betray our country and to assist with its occupation. Christianity is just a clusterfuck of bad ideas, if you pardon the vulgarism.
Let the dead bury the dead. Surely this is excessive zeal. Christianity has nothing to do with hearth and home: hearth and home is a white ideal, and not a Christian one. Christianity is pure hubris. It dissolves and corrodes the barriers established by nature, especially when it comes to race.
Indeed, even according to sex it dissolves and corrodes the barriers established by nature with its: “neither male nor female” slogan coined by Saint Paul.
Transgenderism can also be viewed as hubris: going beyond the sex observed at birth. The “non-binaries” to-and-fro at the sex barrier. Some days they wake up feeling like a man, and some days they wake up feeling like a woman. Surely this is “agan” or “hubris”. Men in women’s sports and women’s spaces is surely “agan/hubris”, and this too is championed in the New Testament. Jesus is wearing a sash, tied about the “mastoîs”, or “female breasts”, in the Book of Revelation. In Biblical Greek, the word for a male chest is “stethos”, and this word is not used in Revelation when describing Jesus’s girdle. The Jesus of the Book of Revelation is transgender/androgyne.
Bauer’s Lexicon, which is used by professional Bible scholars, seems to hint that Jesus is wearing feminine attire:
‘zṓnē …only of a man’s belt or girdle, unless the ref[erence] is to heavenly beings (R[e]v[elation]).’
Cicero, himself fluent in Greek and well-read in Greek philosophy, wrote: De Finibus or On [Moral] Limits. Ciceronian skepticism gave way to the rantings and ravings of Saint Augustine.
Benn explains that there never was a golden age of theistic philosophy: philosophy begins where religion ends. Philosophy begins because religious etiological myths were no longer satisfying to the intellectually curious. Gawd-dunnit, i.e. religious explanations, can only take us so far, and then philosophy takes us even further. Philosophy eventually becomes Science by way of Natural Philosophy.
Benn, of course, was an atheist, as most intelligent well-read highly educated people are. Most professional philosophers and elite scientists are atheists, as well. As Aron Ra points out: it has been extremely well established in the Scientific literature that theism/religiosity negatively correlates with intelligence.
