- Antihero: Lauda 😼, nullius
How much more antiheroic could I be?
⚠ WARNING: This post exposes Nullian secrets.[WO] Truth, the Ruler of MenSupposing that Truth
is a woman—I will take mythopoetic licence, and name her the ‘ruler of men’ (Ἀνδρoμέδα). Thus in lieu of a thousand words, this is the picture of exposing Truth to the Internet masses:
Sorry, honey.
* My dick is bigger than a twitlib’s—where “dick” has a subtextual meaning of “supreme mastery of hermeneutics”, and its size is an allegory for my powers of mythological interpretation.
Much of my more serious writing contains cryptic literary allusions. I do hope that someday, professors will apply the proper methods of hermeneutics and textual criticism to find all of the hidden meanings subtly
onion-layered into my forum posts. (To be clear, my only lack of confidence is in
the hope that scholars will exist in the future.)
For example, from my
personal political manifesto:
It is the anarchy of amoralists who rise beyond good and evil to shatter the table of values of the mob’s slave-morality, and thus clear the way for their own tables of values.
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For those whose honour is pride and whose pride is self-honour, law is at best superfluous; and the law of the mob must be explicitly rejected.
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And in practice, the system with the best mob-appeal is, of course, democracy on the principle of “one sheep, one vote”. Thereupon do the sheep choose as shepherds those who are most adept at pandering to the masses, playing petty politics, and manipulating majority opinion with cunning propaganda.
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Sheep can no more be taught to think than dogs can be taught to sing opera.
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Wherefore let none dare any heresy against the “one sheep, one vote” principle of governance, a sacred relic that you must worship at the altar of the masses. Of course, this state of affairs is entirely convenient for the priests of the opinion-factories.
Democracy is not three wolves and a sheep voting on dinner: It is the flock obediently voting on the shepherd’s opinion of wolves. Wherefore wolves are an endangered species.
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Free yourself first from the moral authority of the mob. You owe nothing to mass opinion; therefore, the laws which rise on mass opinion have no proper authority over you. You do not consent to be governed by the votes of millions of anthropoid livestock who want to be bound in chains—who eagerly embrace those chains just as long as they remain warm, fed, and adequately entertained. You are a law unto yourself.
Wherefore “anarchy” as to the masses and their so-called “governments”, which are in truth no more than the largest, most well-armed organized criminal gangs. Don’t reject authority: Be your own authority.
(a) The term “table of values”, in the context of (b) herds of sheep and (c) rejection of laws, was an allusion to several specific passages in Nietzsche’s
Thus spake Zarathustra. The reference to
Beyond Good and Evil is more overtly Nietzschean—as is, of course, the condemnation of the mob’s
Sklavenmoral, and the declaration of my amoralism.
In parallel, there is hereby a
doubly indirect hidden homage to Lauda, such as I have not infrequently enjoyed inserting into my posts.
(Pedantic note: “Laudable” and “löblich” have different etymologies, albeit the same meanings.) No doubt, she would appreciate it.
There are hereby multiple layers of abstract indirection, which you can probably follow if you know C/C++ programming and/or witchcraft.
Compare the above passage to the below:Herdsmen, I say, but they call themselves the good and just. Herdsmen, I say, but they call themselves the believers in the orthodox belief.
Behold the good and just! Whom do they hate most? Him who breaketh up their tables of values, the breaker, the lawbreaker:—he, however, is the creator.
Behold the believers of all beliefs! Whom do they hate most? Him who breaketh up their tables of values, the breaker, the lawbreaker:—he, however, is the creator.
Companions, the creator seeketh, not corpses—and not herds or believers either.
Fellow-creators the creator seeketh—those who grave new values on new tables.
Hirten sage ich, aber sie nennen sich die Guten und Gerechten. Hirten sage ich: aber sie nennen sich die Gläubigen des rechten Glaubens.
Siehe die Guten und Gerechten! Wen hassen sie am meisten? Den, der zerbricht ihre Tafeln der Werthe, den Brecher, den Verbrecher:—das aber ist der Schaffende.
Siehe die Gläubigen aller Glauben! Wen hassen sie am meisten? Den, der zerbricht ihre Tafeln der Werthe, den Brecher, den Verbrecher:—das aber ist der Schaffende.
Gefährten sucht der Schaffende und nicht Leichname, und auch nicht Heerden und Gläubige. Die Mitschaffenden sucht der Schaffende, Die, welche neue Werthe auf neue Tafeln schreiben.
A table of excellencies hangeth over every people. Lo! it is the table of their triumphs; lo! it is the voice of their Will to Power.
It is laudable, what they think hard; what is indispensable and hard they call good; and what relieveth in the direst distress, the unique and hardest of all,—they extol as holy.
Whatever maketh them rule and conquer and shine, to the dismay and envy of their neighbours, they regard as the high and foremost thing, the test and the meaning of all else.
Eine Tafel der Güter hängt über jedem Volke. Siehe, es ist seiner Überwindungen Tafel; siehe, es ist die Stimme seines Willens zur Macht.
Löblich ist, was ihm schwer gilt; was unerlässlich und schwer, heisst gut, und was aus der höchsten Noth noch befreit, das Seltene, Schwerste,—das preist es heilig.
Was da macht, dass es herrscht und siegt und glänzt, seinem Nachbarn zu Grauen und Neide: das gilt ihm das Hohe, das Erste, das Messende, der Sinn aller Dinge.
I wish that I did not have to add that, in effect, I have now and oft given brilliant lectures on algorithmic information theory to mammothrepts. I have explained carefully and clearly to a herd of sheep that
they are mutton; it is not my fault that they will stare at me with uncomprehending eyes, and go on chewing their cuds.
...that has resulted in heroes oft becoming “antiheroes”. But you would just scroll on by, like the “unmitigated savages” you are (lolz).
Why do I do it?
Inter alia: To spend energy.
Psychologists should bethink themselves before putting down the instinct of self-preservation as the cardinal instinct of an organic being. A living thing seeks above all to discharge its strength—life itself is Will to Power; self-preservation is only one of the indirect and most frequent results thereof.
I make art. It is what I do. I was born that way. I couldn’t change myself, not even if I wanted to—not any more than the sheep can change their lamentable lack of appreciation
pro magnā operā.
If you are not reading it, then it is not for you.
