Man's World Issue 1

Welcome, frens!

A message from the editor, Raw Egg Nationalist (@babygravy9)

Welcome to the inaugural issue of the

re-launched Man's World (and Raw

Egg Journal)!

The aim of this magazine is simple: to

make men's magazines great again.

Although that slogan doesn't quite

trip off the tongue like 'MAGA', and

probably won't be gracing a red

baseball cap near you any time soon,

the need for a new kind of men's

magazine is no less great as a result.

Men need safe spaces to be men, to

do the things men do and talk about

the things men talk about, without

supervision or infiltration from the

so-called fairer sex. Yet

everywhere, the realm of true male

freedom and friendship is

circumscribed and curtailed, its few

surviving oases deliberately staked about with warnings of illicit or repressed desire

- of Oscar Wilde's famous 'love that dare not speak its name', only its name is spoken

all too often these days...

The truth is, male friendship, devoid of any sexual charge, has been the basis of

much, if not all, of the greatness of our civilisation. The willful failure to understand

this, the desire to twist and traduce something so noble, says far more about the

traducers than it could ever say about the traduced.

So welcome back, my friends, to the world of men. And what a first issue we've got in

store for you. Original writing from Orwell N Goode, Dr Ben Braddock and of course

yours truly. Timeless encounters with the great Yukio Mishima and Ernst Jünger.

Vintage centrefolds. New literature, including a terrifying journey into corporate HR

with Zero Hp Lovecraft. In-depth articles on health and fitness, and an exclusive

interview with Sol Brah.

Politics, history, fitness, sex, literature - Man's World Issue 1 has it all. Well, maybe

not a motorting section, but I'm working on it!

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Who is the Globo Uomo?

A new man is rising. Cometh the hour, cometh the man.

The Globo Uomo is a new type of man. Or, rather, Bronze Age Pervert writes,

an old type of man reborn. In times past, his

influence was felt across the world; in times to "The coming age of barbarism will not be owned,

come, it will be felt again.

as so many of you urban cucks fear, by the

gangbangers and the unwashed hordes of the

Globo, not because he is a globalist in outlook, but

teeming cesspools of the world, but by clean-cut

because his appearance is a global event.

middle-class and working-class vets, men of

Everywhere, from the frigid wastes of northern

military experience, who know something about

Europe to the pampas of Argentina via the beaches

how to shoot and how to organize."

of the Med, this new man is on the rise.

That's why we've chosen Alain Delon as the face

Handsome, stylish, physically fit, charming and

of Globo Uomo. Delon was not just a

witty, learned but disdainful of intellectual

imposture and empty gesturing – the Globo Uomo

heartbreaker, one of the great sex symbols of

is, in short, a man of refinement, but also a man of 20th century European cinema, but also a man in

action.

whose eye the cold flicker of a switchblade knife

could be seen.

A man of power.

Whether he was raising hell as a French fusilier

As at home in the most stylish of Old World hotels marin in Indochina, mogging Mick Jagger in front

as the pitiless backstreets of a third-world city. of the world's press, or defending himself from

With his band of trusted allies, men just like charges of political scandal and murder, Delon

himself, he will determine the fate of nations.

never looked anything but his best.

Words: Raw Egg Nationalist

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THE CLOWNING OF

AMERICA

Words: Orwell N Goode (@orwellngoode)

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Current Year Is Viciously

The

Anti-Masculinity

We live in an age of inversion. Masculinity is

bad. The nuclear family is bad. Monogamy is

bad. Lifting weights reinforces masculinity,

and it is, therefore, bad. Eating healthily and

exercises leads to 'thin privilege' and, again,

it is bad. Things have gotten so out of control

- and the only resistance to these false

notions of progress have been sassy quips

decrying the double standards of our politicocultural

overlords. What king was ever

figuratively deposed by having his hypocrisy

pointed out?

Nevertheless, we can list the myriad failures

of the traditionally-minded at length to no

avail; we should, instead, examine the

consequences of our spiteful anti-male

culture.

It's no secret that the most ferocious male

exponents of progress lack masculinity at

every turn - why would a masculine man

denigrate his own masculinity?

Consequently, various memes encapsulating

the soyboy/consoomer trope have popped

up around social media, often going viral and

crossing several internet subcultures beyond

the political sphere. One could argue that this

is because the soyboy/consoomer is a

*metapolitical* archetype that ticks all the

certain lifestyle boxes amounting to the same

political outcome. A lot of their beliefs could

be traced back to their low testosterone

levels worsened by their lifestyle saturated

by unhealthy processed food, a sedentary

vitamin-D-deprived existence, and

phytoestrogenic beverages (SoyPAs). Due to

their midwittery, they have the intellectual

capacity to rationalize their lack of

masculinity using progressive narratives and

pernicious academic materials - all couched in

trendy, meaningless buzzwords - without

ever having to address their physical and

mental inadequacies. If everyone is so

hecking cute 'n valid, then there's no need for

self-improvement. Self-improvement itself is

inherently anti-egalitarian and would

contradict much of their worldview - were

they to embark upon any character-building

endeavors. The consoomerism of many of

these individuals is a cheap way to fill the

void, so to speak. In the past, I have spoken

about how the raison d'etre of many has

become a series of fleeting dopamine hits of

diminishing marginal returns - kinda like

chasing the dragon. Dopamine receptors go

brrrrr; daily life is brimming with various

activities that warm the various centers of

the brain they believe occupy the role of the

soul; activities such as virtue signaling on

social media, supporting the prestige

ideology sponsored by every single major

well-monied institution, getting high off the

second-hand fumes of power, consooming

from their favorite ethnic food place,

cracking open a cold craft beer - all to be

uploaded on social media in abject

desperation for wider validation from their

peers. Moreover, the increased androgyny of

both sexes through narrative, poor nutrition,

xenoestrogens, and other factors has driven

a wedge into modern relationships. Now

more than ever have relationships become

simultaneously toxic, distant, and vicarious

given the recent meteoric rise of platforms

such as OnlyFans. The men - or 'Simps' - who

donate to these women crave the human

connection that porn fails to offer. The

increased atomization brought to us by the

current global situation has been almost like

a cycle of tren ace for societal decline.

Relationships are temporary; hypergamy,

phony self-empowerment pseudophilosophies,

the Pareto principle and apps

have rearranged the dating scene making it

impossible for a lot of men to compete with

their Chad counterparts. OnlyFans et al

serve as a proxy for the relationships these

less fortunate men crave. Slack-jawed

modern morality simply emboldens these

self-destroying patterns; but if we attempt to

arrive at the root cause of this social

epidemic, the lack of strong male figures has

inflated a moral vacuum that has wrought

untold spiritual havoc on both sexes under

the age of 35. In Clowning of America, I talk

about the inter-generational disconnect

between today's Millennials and their

grandparents - who were patient zero for

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hypercapitalist post-female-liberation twoparents-in-the-workforce

America, and thus

became disconnected from their past by

spending the grander portion of their

formative years under the wing of a neurotic,

often childless and bitter state-mandated

parental surrogate, typically known as a

"teacher." A society dominated by stronger

men would not have entertained the prospect

of such a radical social revolution; and let's

be frank, the 1960s was the decade that

hosted the most tempestuous and

annihilating revolutions in human history.

The boy scouts were

eventually pressured into

accepting girls, despite

there already being girl

scouts

What's worse is the restructuring and

systematizing of society around a treadingon-eggshells,

passive-aggressive, selfrighteous,

neurotic, gossipy borderline

sociopathy, a social world resembling a

modern corporate office with an extensive HR

department that prioritizes inclusivity and

arbitrary feelings over merit,

accomplishment, or worth. This HR-model

design is anathema to the formation of

healthy masculinity. Every male space, to

borrow some rephrased progressive

terminology, has become invaded by dogooders

seeking to be inclusive. But it

ultimately prevents men from forging strong

relationships and camaraderie. For example,

the Boy Scouts were eventually pressured

into accepting girls despite there already

being a Girl Scouts. It's more about erasure of

male spaces rather than grandiose visions of

equality. Everything typically associated with

masculinity has to be worn down. Why?

Because strong men are antithetical to a

society run by low-T locker-dodging nerds.

Strong men don't make capricious

consoomers. Strong men might protest

injustice and anarcho-tyranny. Weak men

exhibiting soyish features - mouth agape,

thin scraggly beards, plaid shirts, poor

muscularity (skinny fat), etc - are far likelier

to be passive and resentful of hierarchy as

they lack the faculties to compete with

stronger men. Almost every aspect of life has

become increasingly feminized - even

language has to be policed and euphemized

to avoid hurting the feelings of protected

minority groups. Wielding this power over

language is little more than a flex to

destabilize the very essence of meaning itself.

We've all heard the arguments along the

lines of 'control the language, control the

thought of the public'' - and they're not

wrong. However, restraining thought and

language is against the nature of stronger

men.

One of the hallmarks of our esteemed current

year has been to elevate superheroes while

chastising real human heroes. This

phenomenon falls in line with a common

The Relentless Attack on Heroism

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Every current incentive structure

rewards emasculation. But not all is

doom and gloom: it's never been an

easier time to succeed - as the bar

has never been set so low. You

actually need to do very little to be

above your peers

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What can you do?

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In this extract from his sophomore book, Three Lives of Golden Age Bodybuilders, Raw

Egg Nationalist describes the life and achievements of Reg Park, one of bodybuilding's

first real superstars and the founder of the original Man's World magazine.

England, 1951. The country is still in the grip of

austerity, half a decade after the massive

exertions of the Second World War have

come to an end. Food rationing is still in

place. In London and other cities the remains

of bombed-out buildings are still to be

cleared. Scraggy-looking children with dirty

faces play in the rubble.

Along a Camden street parades an enormous

young man, a beautiful young lady on each

arm. People stop and stare as they pass. He

wears what must be a custom sports jacket –

no tailor would stock an off-the-peg jacket

with those proportions! Look at those

shoulders, almost as wide as the pavement!

The shutter closes. A perfect picture.

With his slick hair, chiselled jaw and winning

smile, is this handsome young man a flash of

California sunshine, in rainy old England?

You might think so – after all that’s where

the world’s biggest and most famous muscle

men come from – but, no, this young man is

not from California. He’s taken the train

down from Leeds, a northern city not known

for its agreeable climate. This is Reg Park,

England’s home-grown Mr Universe.

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Alain Delon and Marianne Faithfull

starred together in Jack Cardiff's

1968 film, Girl on a Motorcycle.

At the time, Marianne was Mick

Jagger's girl, but that didn't stop her

from flirting outrageously with Delon

in the presence not only of Jagger

himself but the assembled press. The

result? One of the most enduring

images of the phenomenon known as

'mogging'.

'She is a happening all to herself.

She is the type of girl men fought

dragons for in mythology, the type

that duels have been fought over.'

Delon on Faithfull

In a letter to a fan, Marianne would

later claim that she never in fact

fancied Delon.

'Mick was very jealous & possessive at

that moment; unusual for him; not like

that (all our friends were gay, except

Keith, so…………but I didn’t fancy

Delon; not my type at all, so no

worries'

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RITESOnly days before his death by ritual

LAST

seppuku after a failed coup, Yukio Mishima

sat down for an interview with the literary

critic Takashi Furubayashi. This is an

excerpt from that interview.

Translation: Semmelweis (@semmelweis7)

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Yukio Mishima

...For some time I believed in my ability to exert self-control by force, immersing myself

in the world of classicism or, rather, neoclassicism, in the world of a work like The

Sound of Waves. In those years, I cherished the illusion of being able to establish myself

as a new kind of writer, a man capable of totally dominating with reason an aesthetic

universe of classicist overtones and until then unusual in Japan. But it didn’t take long

for me to realize that I was wrong. I was forced to admit that there were things inside

me that I could never control with reason. In other words, I could not prevent within

myself the rebirth of that romanticism that I had once strongly repudiated. When I

understood that my nature was romantic, I went back to the origins, to adolescence.

And when I returned to adolescence, all things suddenly came out, as if it were

Pandora’s box. It is true that, to be honest, people could laugh at me or criticize me, but

it seemed to me that I had no other way out than to be true to myself, faithful to the self

that returned to its origins. I think that people who are ideologically distant from me or

who belong to another generation will find it difficult to understand the state of mind

that I am describing.

THE RELATIONSHIP BETWEEN DEATH AND EROTICISM

Takashi Furubayashi

Perhaps because I am among those people who find it difficult to understand, I would like to insist on the

subject. I mean the aesthetics of feelings. In you as a writer, Mr. Mishima, there has always been a kind of

tendency to aspire to purity. It is, how shall we say, a true Mishimian stereotype. For example, the

protagonist of The Sound of Waves, the work mentioned a moment ago, and also that of Sword are young

people who have not read a book; only their splendid bodies are molded as if they were Greek statues. The

lieutenant who plays the leading role in the story Patriotism. And even the figure of the beautiful wife

dressed in immaculate white and ready to follow her husband in suicide, have the vision of the imperial

family, the nation, the flag of the regiment. There is also the image of the emperor that is described in

Voices of the Heroic Dead, mounted on a white steed from whose nostrils the mist of an equally white

breath comes out and pierces the white snow on top of a hill … Likewise, the stories of your first period, you

usually set them with an intense blue sea, with very white clouds, without missing the usual immaculately

white snow. By the way, you wrote a novel called Pure White Nights. In short, whether it is characters or

landscapes, they are all always shown wrapped in models of purity. It does not seem to me that this

particularity can be dismissed simply on the grounds that it is a matter of taste. But what I am going to do:

you know well that in the world that you describe with these images of white and purity, crudeness and

violence are also hidden, but you, Mr. Mishima, deliberately ignore this fact. My opinion is that you are

deceiving yourself and your readers when you say that such artificial exclusion represents that return to

adolescence to which you have just alluded. Not only that: such an exclusion can even work as long as it

remains within the limits of a personal aesthetic value arising from the inner world. But the matter gets

complicated when the writer’s point of view stops when it comes to assessing social facts and making

historical value judgments through the mouth of his characters. Let’s take an example. As you describe it,

the 'two-two-six' incident, [the coup attempt of February 26, 1936] which you like so much, becomes, more

than anything, an insurrection that takes place in the framework of a landscape with very white snow.

Over time, that snow naturally melts and becomes muddy, but this picture does not enter the visual field of

your literary landscapes at all, Mr. Mishima. Similarly, when you describe the insurgent officers, you only

highlight their individual feelings, which you mix with the beauty of white snow. It seems that you do not

give the slightest thought to the fallen people because of the incident. Why are your stories always like this?

Honestly, I can’t understand it. I admit that it is very good to evoke purity, but why not take at least a look

at the victims as well?

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The fact that I am obsessed with 'the beauty of feelings', as you put it, may be related to

eroticism. In 1955 I met Georges Bataille. I think he is the European thinker with whom I

have felt the most affinity. I find Bataille’s formulation of the intimate relationship

between death and eroticism of great interest, as well as his notions of 'prohibition' and

of the 'routine liberated by prohibition'. In Japanese ethnology we distinguish between

the concepts of ‘purity’ and ‘impurity’, which, in my opinion, correspond perfectly to

Bataille’s two notions. In this way, just as without purity there is no impurity, and vice

versa, without prohibition there is no routine liberated by it. Now, as current life, affected

by the relativism of our beliefs, has stopped experiencing absolute purity, he knows only

'impurity', that is, routine or everyday life. Nothing absolute can come from the relativism

that affects our society. And as long as there are no absolutes, eroticism cannot exist.

According to Bataille, eroticism only shows its true face when it makes contact with the

absolute.

In your case, Mr. Mishima, it seems that the absolute immediately makes contact with the image of the

emperor. For this reason, eroticism in your case is stripped of sex and ends up flying to the level of abstract

concepts. But, if I remember correctly, Bataille developed this strange theory of his during the anti-fascist

struggle, which was nothing more than the concrete activity of a routine.

In my case, I have been enlightened by Bataille, but I

am not Bataille. Inside me, beauty, eroticism and death

are in the same line. Then there is cruelty, which is an

objective and concrete reality, or at least that’s how it

is considered. By the way, Bataille, however, does not

treat cruelty as something objective and concrete. I

think you would have seen it too: in a Bataille work

there is a photograph of criminals subjected to

whipping to extract a confession. In some it is seen how

the meat of the thorax has been torn away exposing

the ribs; others have had their knee tendons severed.

Now these tortured ones are laughing, and they do it

not because of the pain, of course, but because they

have been drugged with opium. Bataille comments

that in these images of torture is the climax of

eroticism. In other words, this French writer has truly

endeavored to find the maximum of the absolute in

cruelty to an equally maximum degree. And that

because he was convinced that the human being of

today can only be saved if he recovers the totality of

his life by virtue of the performance of acts like these. I

agree with Bataille. By the way, you think that the

immaculate white that I use in my works is an abstract

idea, while the cruelty is something objective and

concrete, right?

...Well, I don’t think so. If white is an abstract idea,

then cruelty is too. If the target is objective and

concrete, then the cruelty is equally objective and

concrete. I cannot imagine the two things in the same

dimension. Someone with malice might think: 'He who

does not know adversity, does not know war, does not

know misery, by force has to see things superficially.'

If white is an

abstract idea

then cruelty

is too

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A CURRENT AGE THAT DESPISES STRENGTH

However, Mr. Furubayashi, I, in my own way, have seen what war is. For example,

when I was mobilized to work in Labor Services, my co-workers fell under machine

guns from enemy planes. I saw how, like fish when they bleed, their bodies spurted

blood everywhere. Yes, I know all that. Of course not as much as in the pages of the

The Tale of the Heike [Heike monogatari], but I can say that I have witnessed how

people died at the moment when they least expected it and I have observed their

corpses. In short, I cannot affirm: 'Since I have seen a hundred corpses and you only

three, my experience of war is more profound.' Nor is it: 'Because I am poorer than

you, my experience of life is deeper.' I now remember the passage from a book by

Kamo no Chōmei where he counted the dead on the river bank. The feelings of that

Chōmei seem magnificent to me. Numerical abstraction … ! It is enough to observe a

single corpse for a long time if we want to capture the essence of something through

the prism of cruelty: Tanizaki has done so through an impure vision. And so did Chōmei

when he began to count the dead one by one.

Is that the claim of a pure observer? Is that what you mean? In the Story of a Journey under the Wind and

the Rain, the poet Bashō noticed that there was an abandoned child crying by the side of the road, but he

passed by saying: 'Cry for your misfortune, for such is your destination.' Are you referring to such feelings?

Well, I think the feeling of helping the weak is a very beautiful thing. If I had been in

Bashō’s place, I probably wouldn’t have acted so coldly. But if I stop to think about

what my duty should be, I don’t feel called to save that child either. There will always

be someone willing to help the weak. In other words, weakness must be left as it is.

Rather, it can be said that we currently live in an age in which it is strength that is

mistreated. Yes: due to the denunciations that strength merits in our days, the ethics of

those who aspire to be strong are despised. That is why I cannot think of anything

other than the rebirth of strength. No matter how hard-headed you may consider me, I

will not stop stating that my mission in this life is the rebirth of strength.

And what if, at the cost of protecting strength, it turns out that the weak are offended?

I am sick of hearing the idea, commonplace in the post-war period in this part, that

terrorism is wrong and has killed people. In the Russian Revolution and also in the

French one they killed all the nobles. If they had asked the revolutionaries: 'Hey, you!

Hasn’t it occurred to you to think about everything Marie Antoinette suffered when she

was killed?' Would the revolutionary current have stopped? For my part, if I could help

the weak, I would. Do you know why I admire the officers who rose up in the 'twotwo-six'

incident? Because they did not shed the blood of any woman or child. I think it

was great. It’s dirty to kill women and children. In today’s wars, like this one in

Vietnam, people are killed indiscriminately, regardless of whether they’re women or

children. It’s dirty; and I hate dirt. But when we talk about a beautiful act, even a

terrorist one, I approve of it. The human being has to be strong.

Wow, I have the feeling that I am hearing some of the Warring States-era philosophy of our country!

Of course! It is the feeling of what Buddhism calls the Post-Dharma Era. So many

corpses were piling up before Kamo no Chōmei’s eyes and they were so scattered

everywhere that he couldn’t do anything but count them …

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THE RELATIONSHIP BETWEEN 'ARMS' AND 'LETTERS'

Is that your way of arms and letters? One can’t help but think that while the samurai Mishima acknowledges

terrorism, the writer Mishima shouldn’t …

I believe that the path of the sword and the pen, in short, should not diverge. It is an

extremely difficult dualism to put into practice. Weapons and letters can travel temporarily

isolated paths, but in the end they have to converge on the same path. In my current

situation, I exercise separately sometimes in weapons, sometimes in letters. When, for

example, I indulge in something like an ideological movement and my writing is not

influenced by it, even if it is minimal, the feeling I have is one of defeat. If I take care of a

novel, when I start to write it, I want to pour myself into it with all the energy that I can get

from within myself. Conversely, if I am concerned with a non-literary activity, such as an

ideological movement — and it doesn’t have to be something of the utmost importance —

the feeling I have is to give of myself everything until death and, considering my age, not to

be outdone by the young.

That must be the reason for not committing yourself to politics, the reason for not doing like the writer Shintarō

Ishihara, who has become a deputy. Is that so?

Yes I think so. Since I detest everything that is not pure, I would not wish to receive any

salary from the Liberal Democratic Party. If I received some money from them, from

politicians, everything I want to say would go to ruin. Put plainly: at this moment I am an

anti-political being. All I want to make now is a movement for justice. And I say this

knowing that maybe someone will laugh. My goal is to promote justice in today’s world.

Yoshida Shōin’s lifestyle. Indeed, I don’t think there is any other way to promote justice.

Is your Shield Society going to promote it? … I am not interested in movements of a spiritual order, but it seems

to me that the so-called human being has no other way than to live according to what he has chosen and to

remain faithful to his Will. If, as a result, this is how a social revolution is achieved, I think it is enough. What I

don’t like is that it is others who impose their justice on me.

The problem for me is justice. I don’t care what people say.

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Modern medicine has come to be the state

religion of the kleptocratic blob of castrati

that run our political institutions and cultural

organs. It is a weird blend of transhumanism

in ideology and nihilistic materialism in

reality. The transhumanist dream was 'Better

Living Through Chemistry'. But the better life

never materialized. The chemistry resulted in

disease, deformity, and derangement. A

population that is sicker than it has ever

been, as the false god of technology has been

foiled at every turn by the warrior angel that

guards the gates of Eden, forever separating

man from the Tree of Life. What has

developed in practice is nihilistic materialism,

with wealth, not health, as the prime mover

of the bio-medical establishment.

Write a script, get them in and out as quickly

as possible, squeeze as much as you can out

of their insurance or Medicare, update their

chart to say 'deceased'. Repeat. There are

many good doctors in this country, and many

more who start out that way. But it's a

brutal, corrupt system that turns many

promising young med school graduates into

shadows of their former selves. You either

die a hero, or you practice medicine long

enough to see yourself become the villain.

Being a good doctor in America is like being a

drop of bleach in a sewer. Except in this

sewer the rats can complain to hospital

administrators if you tell them that they’re

obese.

Medical error is the third-leading cause of

death, directly killing over 250,000

Americans per year. And that was before

Covid-19, which has been marked by a

massive number of patients dying because of

proper therapeutic treatment being withheld

or improper treatment given, in particular

the widespread and destructive use of

mechanical ventilation.

But aside from error, many common medical

treatments are iatrogenic even when

followed exactly according to protocol.

Rather than addressing the root causes of

Type II diabetes (insulin resistance), it’s not

uncommon for doctors to prescribe a steadily

increasing dosage of insulin (only

appropriate for Type I diabetes), which

inevitably results in amputation, blindness,

and finally death. All for a disease that can be

addressed with diet and exercise. Many

patients contribute to this insanity through

their own refusal to make even the most

rudimentary lifestyle changes. Many doctors

just give up trying.

There is shockingly widespread ignorance of

some of the most basic physiological systems.

A depressing number of general practitioners

don’t know the first thing about the role of

cholesterol in the body, or the basic functions

of the endocrine system.

Write a script, get them in

and out as quickly as possible,

squeeze as much as you can

out of their insurance or

Medicare, update their chart

to say 'deceased'.

There are also mad doctors running amuck,

they’ve moved on from lobotomies to

castrating young boys and calling the axe

wound where their genitals used to be a

'vagina'. In the Los Angeles County School

System, it was recently revealed that some

pubescent boys were given estrogen pills

without their parents' knowledge by the

school medical staff in hopes that it would

'curb their aggression'. They grew female

breasts.

THE CLINICAL APPROACH

The clinical approach is simple enough: Focus

on what works in practice. Be proactive.

Empower and encourage patients to take

their healthcare into their own hands. Set up

a roadmap for health that has actions and

goals for the short-term, medium-term, and

long-term. Use studies as a research tool, but

know how to read them and what their

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limitations are. Take nothing for granted and

keep an open mind. Use your experience as a

guide and don’t overspecialize. Aim for

optimal and not just sufficient. And never let

yourself get tunnel vision by ignoring the

interdependence of physiological systems.

One of the common features of modern

medicine in the Covid-19 pandemic has been

the insistence of practitioners on proving a

theoretical mechanism of action before using

it. This would be understandable in the case

of treatments with significant side effects, but

this complaint is seen even when patients

seek prescriptions for treatments with a good

safety profile. A friend recently showed me

his doctor’s reply to his request for an

ivermectin prescription. Ivermectin is an antiparasitic

drug most commonly used in the

United States for the treatment of head lice. It

has also had impressive clinical results in the

treatment of Covid-19. This doctor refused to

fill out the prescription, on the grounds that

'the serum levels achieved with Ivermectin

may not be adequate to suppress the virus

replicase'. No matter that study after study

has confirmed Ivermectin’s ability to lower

the severity and mortality of Covid, there are

questions around how it does this so we’re

going to deny you access to treatment. I say if

it works in practice, and you’re confronting a

life-threatening disease, just do it.

I can’t keep you from dying of

heart disease or diabetes if

you can’t keep yourself from

going to McDonalds.

Proactivity is another distinction of this

approach. Instead of the conventional way

Covid-19 is being treated — take Advil for the

fever and go to the hospital when you can’t

breath — this approach calls for fighting the

invading virus early and aggressively on the

beaches, denying it the foothold it needs to

mount a full invasion. When something

threatens your health, you need to mount a

shock and awe counteroffensive. This doesn’t

mean that we go nuts and attack wildly, but

that we have a disciplined and aggressive

mindset, following our plan of action with

discipline and focus. We have to move past

this dynamic of active providers and passive

patients, to a new dynamic in which the

doctor is a good general and the patient is a

good soldier. The tasks are different, but

both are disciplined and relentlessly focused

on defeating the enemy. The best general in

the world can’t win a war unless he has good

soldiers, and the best soldiers in the world

can’t win a war with crappy generals. I can’t

keep you from dying of heart disease or

diabetes if you can’t keep yourself from

going to McDonalds.

Modern medicine focuses on symptoms,

which is not bad in and of itself — these are

usually of the most pressing immediate

concern — but in practice tends to exclusively

focus on the symptoms. Functional medicine

addresses the causes, and if you catch it in

time this is generally sufficient. But this

usually goes out the window in acute and

emergency cases when the patient is thrown

into the modern medicine paradigm.

The clinical approach involves using

functional medicine to build a strong base

level of health and treat diseases where the

progression is slow enough to allow for this,

but also improving on symptomatic

treatment to buy patients and providers time

to work on root causes. In other words, by

all means put a band-aid on a bullet wound

if a band-aid is all you have and you need to

stop the bleeding, but this has to be followed

up with a better long-term fix. In Covid for

instance, serum levels of PUFA are indicated

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in disease severity and mortality. Functional

medicine would indicate a programme of

PUFA elimination by removing PUFAs from

the diet, and those who have already done

that will have improved their odds greatly

already. But this is a process that can take up

to four years to fully realize. So a patient

who has been cooking with vegetable oil up

until last week will need a stopgap,

fortunately we have some — the clinical

approach would indicate early use of

therapeutic agents like aspirin and niacin

that temporarily lower the levels of serum

PUFAs (in the case of niacin, only the

immediate-release nicotinic acid form of

niacin will do the job — it is one of the single

most effective treatments for improving a

patient’s cholesterol profile, but non-flushing

niacin is inefficacious).

Flexibility is another key distinguishing

feature of what I’m advocating. Too often

doctors fall into the trap of received wisdom.

For years they’ve given bad advice like 'don’t

eat more than two egg yolks a day or you’ll

get heart disease' because they’ve heard it

from eminent public health institutions and

professionals. So much is repeated without

anyone bothering to investigate if it’s true or

not. We do things because that’s how they

are done. Case closed. The education of a

good doctor is never complete but is an

ongoing process. Keeping your eyes, ears,

and mind open is essential to this. Learn to

recognize patterns. Research what you take

for granted and test your assumptions. As

you gain experience, you’ll learn what to

keep and what to discard.

Fitness and nutrition is something of an

afterthought among conventional

practitioners and its no wonder why: most

patients lack the interest and the will to

follow a proper exercise and nutrition

regimen. It doesn’t fit with their experience

with doctors or expectations of what it takes

to correct a health issue. Decades of Big

Pharma marketing have left the masses with

the impression that if a problem develops,

there’s a pill for that. Even among the fitness

community, health is a secondary

consideration. Most people don’t work out to

improve health, but in order to get hotter or

boost athletic performance. Which is a noble

goal — I encourage this — but I know many

men and women who have let themselves go

after marriage, at precisely the worst time:

their childbearing years. The quality of your

fitness and nutrition have a major impact on

your fertility, your children’s health, and

whether you’ll be around to see your

grandchildren. This is one area where I think

we’re actually seeing a lot of positive

development. More and more people are

coming to see health as a matter of personal

initiative and not something you just leave

up to the medical system. With better

patients there will be more demand for good

doctors, which we are already seeing in the

increased availability of non-surgical, nonpharmaceutical

therapies and practitioners.

The task before us is to grow our movement

among clinicians and the public, and to take

on the entrenched special interests and

medical establishment by mocking,

humiliating, and subverting them. Someone

should moon Fauci.

Ben Braddock's writing, on a wide

variety of subjects, is available at

benjaminbraddock.substack.com

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What is

Raw

Let the Raw Egg

Nationalist

enlighten you.

Egg

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Little did I know in the summer of 2020 when I

wrote Raw Egg Nationalism in Theory and

Practice just how much of an impact one esoteric

cookbook could have. What began as a

humorous attempt to give form to my own

thoughts on the subject has, barely six months

later, been downloaded 20,000 times and sold

hundreds of copies in paperback format on

Amazon. Nobody, least of all myself, could have

predicted this. And yet, despite my surprise at

my own success, it is a movement I truly believe

in.

economic value as possible, from cradle to

grave. You and everybody you know and

love are simply a resource to be mined,

processed and, finally, discarded. Your name

is not on the list; it never was and it never will

be.

If at the individual level an insistence on

physical fitness, proper nutrition and the

cultivation of friendships with like-minded

individuals is the best way to fight this evil,

there can be no doubt that, at the supraindividual

or institutional level, only a politics

of nationalism will suffice. Only strong nations,

confident and united in their own self-interest,

can resist the global game of divide and rule.

Klaus Schwab, founder and chairman

of the World Economic Forum

So what is raw egg nationalism? In the simplest

of terms, raw egg nationalism is an ethical and

political movement that blends an insistence on

individual health and vitality, as exemplified by

the consumption of massive amounts of raw

eggs, with an anti-globalist political stance. The

two things are intimately related, however

strange it may seem on the face of things. In a

very real sense, it is the same forces that tell you

not to eat raw eggs – one of the most perfect

natural foods in existence – that are leading the

anti-human political crusade that seeks to crush

the human spirit and destroy the nations, all in

the name of profit and global political control.

Globalism, the Great Reset, the NWO, the Lords

of Lies, the 500 Names – the great enemy can be

called many things. What they want is for you

to be fat, sick, depressed and isolated, the

better to control you and to milk you of as much

'The Pandemic represents a rare but narrow

window of opportunity to reflect, reimagine,

and reset our world'

Just look at Donald Trump, for all his faults and

failures. Look at the visceral fear, the desperate

scrambling, the all-or-nothing sabotage he has

forced his opponents to engage in – who are the

architects and profiteers of ceaseless global war,

unrestricted immigration, corporate greed and

mass censorship. Their hatred of Trump is the best

evidence that his policy of America First is the

antidote to their poison, or at least an essential

ingredient of it.

For raw egg nationalists, the egg is not just a

potent source of nutrition: it is a symbol of a new

world waiting to be born, as well as the means to

deliver it.

Raw Egg Nationalism in Theory and Practice can be

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2 Black chicks complimented me on my SHIRT up

in here (TOTENKOPF) and the Black guy nite

auditor complimented my jacket. This happened

good half a dozen times in CHI TOWN too. It's

ONLY BIDEN-ISTA race TRAITORS who disdain

my FASCISM. Thanx, broke asses - I'm doin it

RIGHT

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Before ANIME became weird and PERV it

only really featured on weird local US

TV stations. I've odd - but DOPE -

memories of watching ROBOTECH and

BATTLE OF THE PLANETS with my Mom

before SCHOOL on Channel 66 in 1984.

Mom was up on the DRAMA of MIN-MAY

and Rick HUNTER.

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LIFEHACK: Go a couple days without shaving

now and again and Sadies will want to MAKE

OUT with you and will act sillier than usual. Do

NOT however (UNLESS you're an Islamic or

OrthoFROG) grow a beard. Beards (absent

cultural habit) are for JAGOFFS

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- S a d S a d i e a t M e t h a d o n e

C l i n i c : " Y o u ' r e g o i n g b a c k t o

C h i c a g o ? "

- 7 7 7 : " I a m , B a b y - b u t I w i l l

b e b a c k t o l e a d t h e

R E V O L U T I O N . D o n ' t c h a n g e a

t h i n g t h o - I g o t a S A R A C E N

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Critical Ray Theory

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HERCULEAN STRENGTH PRESENTS

RESOLUTION

YOUR LAST EVER NEW YEAR'S

RESOLUTION: A PROGRAM FOR EVERY

BODY

The essence of the Velcoro style? Think

Malboro Man after a week-long bender:

masculine, disheveled, with a whiff of body

odour, booze and, of course, more than a

hint of danger too. Raw Egg Nationalist

shows you how to Velcoro-max.

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You'll need classic masculine

clothing with an earthy seventies

vibe: trucker jackets; canvas,

chambray or corduroy shirts; dark

sports jackets with western-style

fronts and back yokes; dark jeans

in a classic cut, like Levi's 501s; and

brown square-toed cowboy boots.

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You'll also need the right

accessories, including a Stetson,

aviator sunglasses, a loosely worn

bolo tie and a dark brown belt with

a heavy buckle. And if you're really

looking for the authentic Velcoro

vibe, a Type 73 Browning Hi-Power

and Mossberg 500 Cruiser.

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In the first half of

Season Two, Ray has

shorter, floppier hair

and a moustache, with

week-old stubble.

In the second half, after

a jump forward of two

months, we see him with

longer, completely

slicked-back hair and a

clean-shaven face. In

both cases, either use

mousse or gel on your

hair when wet, or wax

or pomade when dry.

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They called him the 'Iron Knight', a rock-solid, freakishly strong bodybuilder with a heart of gold. Chuck

Sipes was one of the greats of the Golden Age of bodybuilding, and among the greatest of his physical

attributes, and the basis of his enormous strength, was his forearms, which he developed through a

combination of manly living and a special wrist curl he devised. Raw Egg Nationalist shows you how.

Of the three bodybuilders I wrote about in and sawmills of the Pacific coast provided

my book, Three Lives of Golden Age the basis not only of his massive strength -

Bodybuilders, Chuck Sipes has left the he was one of the first men to bench press

deepest impression on me, not only for his 600lbs - but also of his lifelong vocation

tremendous physique and power, but also helping disaffected, deprived young men

for the adversity he overcame and the good transcend their limitations.

he did for others. Few men could deserve

the moniker of 'muscular Christian' more Day after day of chopping trees and loading

than he does.

them to be sawed gave Chuck strong,

powerful forearms that he would develop

Chuck's rugged life working in the forests further through bodybuilding, so that finally


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they came to measure over 18". Even today,

an 18" upper arm looks impressive, but in the

1960s an 18" forearm was something truly

special. At the time, few bodybuilders did

specific forearm work.

And Chuck's forearms weren't just for show.

It was his forearms, in particular, that he

credited with helping him develop the

massive strength he was also famous for. He

was the second man ever to be able to bench

press 600lb, after Pat Casey, who broke the

world record in 1967, with a raw 615lb lift.

Like his mentor Bill Pearl, Chuck would

regularly dress up in the manner of an oldtime

strongman and perform feats of

strength, such as crushing spike nails,

bending steel bars held in his teeth and

inflating and exploding hot-water bottles.

Central to Chuck's forearm training regime

was a simple variation of a traditional wrist

curl. The exercise is sometimes attributed to

Dave Draper, seen performing it in the

picture to the right, but Dave has stated on

the record that he was taught it by Chuck.

The starting position is the same as for a

standard wrist curl. The top of the forearm

rests along the top of the thigh, with the

hand and wrist hanging over the knee. Now

a simple change makes this a Sipes curl and

not a standard curl. Twist the torso on the

same side as the working arm so that the

shoulder comes closer to the wrist. Continue

leaning in that fashion until the upper part of

the working arm is more or less parallel with

the floor. Maintain this position as you

perform the curl, focusing closely on the

movement as you would a concentration

curl.

Chuck integrated this exercise into a variety

of different wrist routines, which included

seated wrist curls with a bar, reverse curls

and reverse cable curls, isometric squeezes

with a hard rubber ball, and heavy cheat

curls.

A simple way to integrate this into an arm

routine would be to follow Dave Draper's

basic arm routine, which he performed three

times a week. After working biceps and

triceps, perform five supersets of barbell

reverse curls and wrist curls, alternating

sides for the wrist curls. Aim for a serious

burn.

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well as free pdf versions of Raw Egg

Nationalist's two other books, is available via

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EROTICISM AS FUNDAMENTAL REQUIREMENT OF THE REVOLUTION

Changing the subject, today’s literary world is awash with novels about adultery and sex. For the conscience of

every writer, sex seems to be seen as a destructive element of the family order or, rather, as an antagonistic

element. You have also written some work in this direction. I am thinking, for example, of The Misstepping of

Virtue [Bitoku no Yoromeki], although it is rather an investigation of aesthetics and immortality and not of

sexual life. Also Thirst for Love, a novel simply about a passion that ends in murder. However, the topic of

crime is still marginal and I am sure that it is not your central interest as a novelist either. I cannot deny that I

do not agree with this current fashion of identifying sex and crime as expressions of opposition to the system,

although I do admit that, at least, they cannot be defined as a defense of it. It seems strange that you, who

denounce the degeneration of the current system and contemplate the establishment of a new social justice, have

not shown interest in this literary trend.

The beauty-eroticism-death diagram, to which I referred a little while ago, is a concept that

demands that the second element, eroticism, cannot exist except in the realm of the

absolute. As for Europe, eroticism is only found in the world of Catholicism. This religion has

severe commandments whose violation constitutes sin. And the sinner, whether he likes it

or not, must appear before God. Well, eroticism is the method of establishing contact with

divinity through sin. It is the subject of one of my plays, Madame de Sade. In the eighteenth

century, the Marquis de Sade put this method into practice and did not do it just to oppose

the system, that is, for a matter of banal dimensions such as the political one. If the French

Only

LAST RITES

(Continued)

days before his death by ritual

seppuku after a failed coup, Yukio Mishima

sat down for an interview with the literary

critic Takashi Furubayashi. This is an

excerpt from that interview.

Translation: Semmelweis (@semmelweis7)

Revolution had not been compensated by Sade’s thought, it would not have become a true

revolution. In other words, if there is no pessimism capable of completely denying the

optimism of a revolution, it does not work. Just as it does not work in the absence of a

mysticism that denies its own rationalism. In short, every revolution, if it wants to be

complete, must bring together both aspects. However, the postwar Japanese revolution

has ended up leaning on the side of rationalism, towards humanism, leaving eroticism

aside. In a sense, the writer Hiroshi Noma has walked on the right track, but halfway he

got lost. And from his straying he came to the stupid conclusion that eroticism is opposed to

the system. In the relativism of today’s world, however, eroticism is no more than a kind of

free sex. It’s not opposed to anything. It is sex without any relation to the absolute. In my

opinion, nothing could be further from true eroticism.

Not long ago I wrote a pretty harsh review of your short story Patriotism. But if we take into account that this

work is in line with the idea formulated by you just now, then my criticism does not agree at all with your logic.

Our positions are totally separate. In my opinion, one should only speak of eroticism when

the human being risks his life and seeks pleasure until death, which is as if he arrived at the

absolute from the reverse. If the gods did not exist, they would have to be reborn. And

without God there is no eroticism. And because of this way of thinking of mine, I have done

the impossible to make the absolute reborn. That is when eroticism arises. What does all

this have to do with everyday sex? Well, nothing. Let’s say it is a kind of 'paneroticism'.

That’s it. This search is the main objective of my literature.

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WHY IS THE EMPEROR NECESSARY?

This being the case, and in order to complete your aesthetic, Mr. Mishima, you need absolute authority. So…

… His Imperial Majesty enters the scene. [Laughs.]

Arriving here, I cannot agree at all with your views. If the issue is the aesthetic consciousness of literature, why

does an emperor have to appear who is a political entity?

Well, it doesn’t have to be an emperor either. It could also be a feudal king. It takes a feudal

lord for a book like Hagakure. I am not referring to a feudal lord or daimyo as a

hierarchical figure in history, but as a symbol of royalty. The vision that you have of the

imperial figure and that I have are enormously different. But aside from that, what I feel a

mortal hatred for is the postwar notion of the Japanese emperor and the fact that the

Japanese imperial figure was molded in the Meiji Era in imitation of the European system.

Really that’s it. The imperial figure is nothing more than a staging.

I am not in complete agreement. If we consult in depth the teachings of National Study

[Kokugaku] school and carefully follow the variations that the notion of the imperial figure

has undergone throughout history, one realizes that in reality this is not the case. It may be,

as you say, the structure. But the structure and substance of the imperial figure are two

absolutely different things.

You refer to the variations that the notion of the imperial figure has undergone, but the emperor has held

political significance as a symbol of the Shinto religion at most until the end of the Heian Era [794-1185]. Later,

with the public appearance of the warrior class — the samurai — their power gradually weakened. In fact, the

establishment of the Kamakura Shogunate [1185-1333] made the imperial institution a fully nominal power.

During the times of the Kenmu Restoration [1334], the imperial figure saw a fleeting upswing in the panorama of

history, but it soon collapsed. Also in the course of the Muromachi Era [1334-1576] the historical reality tells us

that the emperor never had influence on the country’s politics. In the Tokugawa Era [1600-1868], the imperial

figure was subjected to absolute control and was totally eclipsed. And we entered the Meiji Era [1868-1912].

When everything seemed to point to a true restoration of imperial power with a direct rule of the emperor, it

turns out that in practice, and once established the rule of the Satsuma and Chōshu clans was established, the

emperor becomes a mere symbol by which the authority of these clans is legitimized. Doesn’t it seem to you that

with the so-called 'confession of humanity' issued at the end of the war there was a kind of beginning of

rapprochement between the emperor and the people? Although, of course, recently, with the policy of the

'chrysanthemum curtain', even that small knot of contact is on the verge of vanishing. For my part, I have

neither resentment nor antipathy towards the Emperor or any member of the Imperial Household. But, yes, I

consider that if the emperor loses direct contact with the people, the imperial institution, as part of the political

system, will always be exposed to the risk of being used by certain political forces.

Instead, I dislike the emperor as an individual. And I reject outright the announcement of his

conversion into a human being — let’s call it that — that he made when the war ended.

Isn’t that what the dead soldiers come to say in your work Voices of the Heroic Dead when they lament: 'But why

did our emperor become man?' To my understanding, the Emperor’s 'confession of humanity” has been a good

thing, even though it has deceptively hidden the nature of the imperial institution …

The culprit is Shinzō Koizumi [the Emperor’s tutor]. It is all his fault. He is a fake and a

traitor. If there is currently a crisis in the imperial institution, the cause is the popularity of

he emperor among the people, a popularity based on the idea that the emperor was brave

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and that thanks to him the war ended. But this popularity has nothing to do with the

imperial institution. Although I do not share the ideas of Takāki Yoshimoto in any way, I

have read his essay Theory of Collective Illusions [Kyōdo gesō ron] with interest and he is

truly right when he claims that the emperor is the god of grains. And that the notion of the

emperor as an individual is a secondary matter; everything must return to the Great

Goddess Amaterasu. The reigning sovereign now will always be the reigning sovereign of

the moment. It does not matter that the son of the former emperor becomes the new

sovereign because, at the time of the daijōe ceremony, everything goes back directly to the

Great Goddess. What Shinzō Koizumi has done has been to destroy the absolute dimension

of the imperial figure. His has been the most colossal mistake in the construction of the

postwar imperial system. I think we are facing the greatest disaster that the Japanese

imperial institution has known. My conception of the imperial system is far from what you

consider an absolutist monarchical system used by different political forces. Koizumi has

shattered my image of the sovereign imperator.

DON’T FALL INTO THE CLAWS OF THE ENEMY

Well, I don’t quite get it right. I have carefully read your essay In Defense of Culture [Bunka bōei ron]. In it you

refer to an emperor who represents the defense of culture. But it happens that when this finally occurs, the

inevitable transformation of the emperor into a political element takes place. Have you not noticed yourself?

Regarding the ideas in the essay I just mentioned, Bunzō Hashikawa criticized you for precisely this; and I can’t

help but agree with him. The same can happen with your Shield Society. You affirm that it is a private

paramilitary association made up of a hundred student volunteers and in which you have invested eight million

yen. You also say that they are a group of exemplary young people from your particular point of view, arguing

that you are outraged by the degeneration of today’s youth. Now, if your intention is to train exemplary young

people in this private militia, will they not end up prepared to exercise true militarism? Will the mere existence

of this squad not be seen as propaganda in favor of compulsory military conscription in Japan? Although none

of these possibilities are within your intentions, surely there will be many people willing to take advantage of the

situation.

I know all of that, Mr. Furubayashi. Give me a little time and you will understand that none

of that is going to happen.

No, no; if I just told you that the problem is not in your intentions. It is, rather, the objective aspect …

There is absolutely no risk of someone using me. Although, well, if it refers to this specific

moment and in some extreme case, yes, there could be someone who took advantage of

the situation. Well, I do grant that there are now individuals who think I am worth using.

However, look a little further, please: you will understand that I am not the kind of person

to be manipulated.

It is not about your individual intention. What worries me is the abuse that the political and ideological

movements around them can do. I admit that I have a strong fear that they may take advantage of both the

Shield Society and their ideas about the imperial institution.

Your concern is very understandable. But I assure you that I will not be easily caught by the

clutches of the enemy. And speaking of enemies, enemies, what are called enemies are the

government, the Liberal Democratic Party and the entire postwar political system. So are

the Socialist and Communist Parties. Yes, because for me this party, the Communist, and

the Liberal Democrat are the same thing. Yes, they are exactly the same: the symbol of

hypocrisy. I will never fall into the clutches of that gang. Wait and see what I do. [Laughs.]

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we can publish the words that will inspire us to

victory.

If there is an old book you would like to see

republished or translated into English, we want to

hear from you. If you are a dissident who wants

his voice heard, we want to publish you. We

believe in preservation with the printed page

whenever possible to ensure independence from

state or corporate control.

We are willing to publish, without an eye toward

profit, for lost causes, righteous mercenaries,

anonymous critics, freedom fighters,

revolutionaries, and exiles.

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Always with Honor is the story of General

Pyotr Wrangel, a Russian cavalry

commander who found himself at the heart

of the sudden collapse of the Russian Empire

under the fervor of revolution, which

eventually consolidated into Bolshevik

tyranny and later the global threat of the

Soviet Union. Chronologically, it’s a very

narrow memoir, beginning in about 1917 and

ending just four years later, with the

evacuation of the last remnant of

anticommunist forces from Southern Russia.

The Russian Civil War is not mentioned much

in schools. Students are told the Russian

Revolution happened, and maybe even told a

few reasons why, but the actual transition

from the destruction of the world’s largest

land empire to the creation of the Soviet

Union, America’s main geopolitical rival for

nearly half a century, is given remarkably

little attention. Reading Always with Honor

makes it clear why: the lessons of the conflict

will likely change your understanding of

history and the problems we face today.

Wrangel’s memoir begins in World War I,

where he saw great success leading cavalry

units in the vast open spaces of the Eastern

Front. He details the slowly creeping

discontent that affected all levels of society,

including the military. No one believed the

current order could last another decade. This,

combined with political miscalculations from

the Czar, embarrassing incidents like the

brief insertion of Rasputin into court life, and

apathetic or non-functional government

institutions, produced a powder keg waiting

to explode.

And explode it did, though not all at once.

Wrangel, recognized at an early age for his

integrity and bravery, was a trusted

confidant of many high-ranking officers at

the time of Russia’s February Revolution in

1917. He was sent to the capitol to monitor

events for his superiors, and witnessed firsthand

how left-wing radicals harnessed the

general social discontent to enact their

murderous rampage. In the place of the Czar,

the weak “Revolutionary Dictator” Kerensky

assumed power. The leftist press concealed

or excused the creeping terror of the

Bolsheviks, the most radical and ruthless of

the communist factions, while the right-wing

was disorganized and unsure of its goals. The

security services found it easier to investigate

disaffected military officers for imagined

conspiracies than to control the growing

political mobs that dominated the streets

with violence.

Disgusted with the direction of politics,

Wrangel returned to the front but found no

peace there. The revolutionary government

inserted political commissars, outside of the

normal chain of command, to monitor and

second-guess officers’ every move. Soldiers,

recognizing that the authority of their

superiors was severely reduced, became

insubordinate and undisciplined. Ethnic and

religious conflicts emerged within the ranks,

encouraged at the highest levels.

Although Wrangel did his best to fight the

war under these handicaps, he eventually

resigned in disgust. His superiors, highranking

generals with decades of service to

their country, proved to be totally

incompetent and cowardly when it came to

political matters. They talked, and only

talked, of restoring sanity to society. Others

merely smiled and went along with the

government’s increasingly absurd demands.

While Wrangel was in retirement, the final

collapse occurred. The Bolsheviks seized

control of the government, the Revolutionary

Dictator fled in disgrace. For a while, little

changed on the edge of the empire where

Wrangel had settled down. Life carried on as

normal, ignoring the political chaos of the

capital. Until one day, a gunboat full of “Red”

sailors, young, drunk, and without any

officers to supervise them, arrived and

immediately set about terrorizing the local

population at the behest of the new

government. Wrangel himself was almost

executed, only saved by the bravery of his

wife.

The advance of the Germany Army, which

achieved total victory on the Eastern Front

despite its later defeat collapse in the West,

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rescued Wrangel. The Bolsheviks fled, a lighthanded

foreign military occupation began.

Wrangel set out to join the White Army, a

loose coalition of anti-communist forces that

slowly formed more out of necessity than

anything else.

The course of the Russian Civil War is plotted

out in the bulk of Always with Honor.

Wrangel describes, in close detail, how the

various White leaders wasted their

advantages through poor planning, petty

infighting, unwillingness to maintain

discipline or public order, and general

despair. By avoiding these failures, and

achieving remarkable tactical successes,

Wrangel becomes beloved by the Russian

people and the military. Eventually, he

assumed the role of supreme commander of

anticommunist forces, though by that time

the war was effectively lost. Still, he did more

to defend his country than virtually any of his

contemporaries.

Although the history itself is interesting and

revealing, the most important element of

Always with Honor is how it describes

leadership in crisis. Many people, despite

their experience or high status, will fail to rise

to the occasion. This makes the few people

who combine competence, integrity, and

level-headedness that much more important.

Countries undergoing communist revolutions

were in a war to the death. Defeat meant a

total elimination of the existing upper class,

as well as any non-compliant elements of the

middle and lower classes. Despite the high

stakes, most of Russia’s leaders behaved in

an unserious or selfish manner. Wrangel was

a paragon of virtue and duty, whose unique

qualities revealed themselves in times of

extreme stress. His memoirs lay bare where

he succeeded and so many others failed.

The book was written in 1928, shortly before

Wrangel’s death. Despite its enormous value,

it was out of print for nearly half a century,

with the few remaining copies in existence

prohibitively expensive. Mystery Grove’s new

paperback rerelease makes this important

work available to a new generation of

readers. Given the enthusiasm with which the

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Translation: Dr Chaim Breisacher (@mmmynona)

Ernst Jünger

'Combat as Inner Experience'

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104

The lineage of man is a mysterious,

labyrinthine jungle whose crown,

enshrouded in the mist from a boundless sea,

stretches ever more majestic from the damp,

dull swelter towards the limpid sun. While

the will to beauty encrusts the peak with

flowers, perfumed and colorful, there in the

depths a riot of weird growth proliferates. As

the dusk sun wains, a row of red parakeets

alight upon the crest of swaying palms like a

squadron of kingly dreams. From an

undergrowth already submerged in night,

the chaotic back and forth of creeping and

crawling animals menace – torn from sleep,

the lair, the warm nest – there the screeching

howl of victims, the silent assault of greedy

tooth and claw, deft at dealing death.

Just as the jungle strains ever more looming

and massive towards the heights, feeding on

the detritus of its feculent floor, powers of

growth from its own disintegration; so too

each new generation of mankind takes root

in a ground stratified by the rot of countless

previous ones who repose there after the

whirl of life is through. Indeed the bodies of

those deceased, their dance now done, are as

nothing, scattered in the fleeting sand or

decaying on the floor of the sea. In ceaseless

exchange, however, their particles, their

atoms are seized again by the living, the

victorious eternally young, and thus elevated

to the eternal source of vital energy.

Eternal worth belongs as well to the

substance of life’s existence: every thought,

every deed, every feeling that quickened this

endless series of predecessors through life’s

realm. Just as mankind is formed from the

animal and its needs, he is rooted in

everything that his forefathers created

through fist, mind, and heart over the course

of ages. His lineage is like the layers of a coral

reef - each piece is inconceivable without

those beings, innumerable and long extinct,

upon which it is based. Man is the bearer, the

continually changing vessel of all that which

before him was done, thought, and felt. He is

also the legacy of every aspiration which

once drove others with an irresistible force

towards distant, dark ends.

As ever, mankind is at work on a tower of

immeasurable height for whose sake it stacks

generation upon generation, the state of its

being in blood, agony, and desire.

The tower may vault to ever more precipitous

heights, its battlements elevating mankind to

overlord, offering ever greater, richer lands

to view – still the construction does not

proceed in easy equipoise. The work is often

threatened; walls collapse or are torn down

by fools, doubters, and the discouraged. The

reversal of conditions long thought

overcome, the outbreak of elemental violence

bubbling beneath the stiff crust, reveals the

vital power of primal forces.

The individual is also composed of countless

building blocks. The endless succession of

ancestors weighs on him. He is enchained and

encased by thousands of bonds, invisible

strands in the rootwork of the jungle marsh

whose festering warmth breeds germinal

growth. Wildness, brutality, the toxic tint of

the drives, has indeed been levelled,

smoothed over, and dampened during the

eons in which society has bridled impulsive

desires and pleasures. And although

increasing refinement has certainly purified

and ennobled him, animality still slumbers at

the base of his being. There is as always

much animal in him, sleeping under covers of

habit and conformity on the plush rug of a

polished, venal, seamlessly networked

civilization. The mask drops, however, when

life’s arc swings back to primal red: he bursts

forth naked as ever, the first man, the cave

dweller in the full boundlessness of his

unfettered drives. As life recalls its first

functions, the patrimony of his forefathers

burns in him again. Blood now boils where

formerly it circulated cool and constant

through his veins in the mechanical pulsation

of those stony skeletons called cities. And

though it rested for a long time hard and cold

in hidden depths, the archaic stratum melts

again in a white-hot glow. It hisses about him

– blaze, blast, annihilating eruption –

whenever he descends into those snarling

shafts. Riven by hunger, in the breathless

braiding of the sexes, in mortal encounter: he

is ever the ancient one.

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As ever, mankind is at work on a

tower of immeasurable height for

whose sake it stacks generation

upon generation, the state of its

being in blood, agony, and desire.

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In combat that shreds all human accord like a

beggar’s tattered rags, the animal ascends as

an arcane monstrosity from the soul’s deep.

There it fires high as an all-consuming flame,

as an irresistible delirium intoxicating the

masses, a godhead enthroned above the

host. Where all thought and every deed is

reduced to formulaic simplicity, the emotions

too must be molded and conform to the

frightful simplicity of the goal: the

annihilation of the opponent. And so it will

remain as long as there are men.

In the moment of encounter, external form

plays no part. Whether with splayed claws

and bared teeth, by swinging a crudelysharpened

hatchet or drawing a wooden

bow, or where precision technology has

elevated annihilation to the finest art: the

instant invariably arrives when the rush of

red blood enflames the whites of the enemy’s

eyes. The breathless lunge or the final,

desperate maneuver always triggers the

same emotional response, regardless of

whether the fist wields a notched club or a

hand grenade. No gruesome deed, no

accretion of the most refined terror can

saturate man with horror like the momentary

apparition of his likeness emerging before

him on the battlefield – be it a narrow pass

between two hill tribes or the wide-ranging

theater of modern warfare – where man

always stakes his blood for decision, all the

fire of prehistory in his contorted face. For all

technology is machine-like, a mere matter of

chance, a bullet blind and without will. Man,

however, is driven by the will to kill in a

storm of blast, iron, and steel; and when two

men clash in the delirium of combat, two

beings find themselves where only one may

persist. These two beings have been placed in

a primal relationship with one another: the

battle for being in its most naked form. In this

combat, the weaker must be laid low while

the victor mounts his vanquished foe, his

weapon held more tightly in his fist - deeper

into life, deeper into the struggle. From his

heart-wrenching scream, intermingling on

impact with the cry of his enemy, glimmers

the outline of eternity. It is a cry long

forgotten in the flux of culture, a cry of

recognition, horror, and blood thirst.

Even of blood thirst. Next to horror, this is the

second element that breaks over the warrior

like a torrent of red waves: intoxication, the

thirst for blood when the billowing clouds of

annihilation hang heavy above fields of wrath.

Strange as it may seem to those who have

never fought for their mortal existence, aside

from utmost horror the sight of the opponent

brings redemption from heavy and unbearable

pressure. Only the limitless drive for love is

related to the lust for blood, which whips about

in war like a red storm-sail over a black galley.

It innervates the womb of already inflamed

cities when, showered by gleaming roses, the

columns of soldiers parade to the train station.

It smolders in the masses who are riled up with

shouts of joy and shrill cries; it is a part of the

feeling that rains down on the hecatombs,

pacing to their death. Built up in the days before

battle, in the painful tension on its eve, on the

march to the front, in the zone of terrors before

the final fight - the lust consumes itself finally in

a roaring rage when the hail of bullets shatters

the lines. All striving is concentrated into one

wish: pounce on the opponent, seize him as the

blood demands, without weapons, in the

delirium, with the wild grip of the fist. It has

been this way forever.

Such is the cycle of emotions, the struggle

raging in the warrior’s breast as he wanders

the flaming wastes of colossal battles: horror,

fear, the intimation of annihilation, and the

craving to release himself fully in battle. Should

he lose his clarity of mind in moments forever

unremembered, a self-contained microcosm

raging through the vastness, wildness dammed

to the point of bursting in a sudden explosion –

does the blood flow in streams from his own

wounds or that of another? – then a dark

shroud descends over his eyes. He looks

around, a sleepwalker stirred from oppressive

dreams. A terrible dream which his animality

dreamt where men fought together in hordes,

continually in danger through the deserted

steppes; it fades leaving him behind shocked,

blinded by what is his own but unexpected,

exhausted by the titanic extravagance of will

and brutal force.

Only then does he realize the place where the

advancing charge has miscalculated, realize the

host of dangers from which he must run – and

become pale. Courage first begins beyond these

limits.

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Just how Paleo was

the Paleo diet?

Like a latter-day Weston Price, the Stone Age Herbalist

(@paracelsus1092) leads us on a journey through

anthropology, ancient history - and more than a little modernday

bullshit - to answer the question of what our ancestors

really ate, and how it should inform our eating today.

Ojibwe Indians collecting wild rice

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'Bro, just stop eating bread: our

ancestors never did' is one of the most

common lines thrown around when

anyone talks about diets, health and

nutrition online. Variations include, ‘no

wheat’, ‘only sourdough’, ‘no sugar’,

‘no fruit sugar’, ‘only raw honey’, ‘only

eat meat’ and so on.

The idea that there is an optimal or

perfect human diet, stretching back to

the dawn of our species, is widely

accepted, but no-one can agree what it

really means. Do we stop drinking milk,

or just those without the genetics to do

so? What about the Inuit? They only

seem to eat meat and fat, so is that a

diet we should follow?

Even when I’ve presented evidence that

Paleolithic hunters and Mesolithic

foragers ate wild grains, nuts and

roots, the response is often anger,

mainly accusations that I don’t

understand my subject or that hunters

just made use of them as a back-up in

case hunting failed. The other extreme

is that I must be defending eating

processed oil and pea protein sludge –

a fine example of the nuance most

online discussion displays.

The reality is that several issues have

become confused. The first is that the

last few decades have seen ancestral

eating diets explode in popularity,

including variations of the ‘Paleo’ diet

and forms of ketogenic and now

carnivorous diets as well.

Many of these are well thought-out

approaches to increasing our health

and refusing the toxic gruel that most

Western populations consume.

However, these should not be confused

with the archaeological and

anthropological understandings of

hunter-gatherer diets.

As any prehistorian will tell you, there

is no one standard hunter-gatherer

diet, but many different ways of

making use of nearby resources. This is

the second issue: the evidence for

ancestral diets.

So which is correct:

the science or the

anthropology?

The third issue is the loose systems of

understanding around what should and

should not be consumed - ancestral,

traditional, Lindy. Clearly coffee, wine,

milk, chocolate, glycine and whey are

not foods found in the deep Ice Age

past, so we need heuristics to easily

bypass the confusion of nutrition

‘science’ and ‘peer-reviewed’ papers.

Together, these three elements are not

readily combined. There is no evidence

for ancient hunters eating a carnivore

diet; but it seems to really help today in

the short term. Eating domesticated

animals is hardly paleo in the true

sense; but are some animals good

approximations for aurochs perhaps?

Studies show that our microbiomes

respond positively to a diet rich in

different plants, but some huntergatherers

don’t eat many plants at all.

So which is correct: the science or the

anthropology?

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One of the basic pieces of knowledge

about prehistory is the idea that we

evolved as hunter-gatherers until the

Neolithic Revolution, when we started

to farm, domesticate animals and

plants and consume grain as the

primary source of calories.

Yes, this is true, but it's not the entire

story. Grain domestication took place

roughly 12,000 years ago in the Fertile

Crescent, but logically in order to

domesticate wild grasses, we must

already have been eating grass seeds.

Hunting is a risky activity

and often results in

frustration and no food.

This is exactly what we see in the

record: the site of Ohalo II in Israel

dates back to 19,500 BP, to the Upper

Palaeolithic, and contains the remains

of grinding stones, hearths, charred

seeds and evidence for dough

preparation and baking of two crucial

species, wild barley and wild wheat.

Nor is Ohalo II an isolated example; the

Italian site of Bilancino revealed

grindstones with wild grass seeds

dated to 25,000 BP, the Chinese region

of Shizitan has produced many flint

blades which show microscopic

evidence of grain threshing as far back

as 28,000 BP and even Neanderthal

sites such as Amud Cave show phytolith

evidence of wild grain collection

between 75 and 55,000 years ago.

Clearly our species' love of bread has

very deep roots!

In a way this makes sense, since

hunting is a risky activity and often

results in frustration and no food.

Even today with rifles this is often the

case, so when using knapped stone

tools it may have been common to

return empty handed. Plants on the

other hand, don’t move and provide

easy cheap calories once they have

been processed.

Studies looking at Native American

foraging have shown that acorns were

preferentially gathered over salmon,

simply because the risk-reward

equation favours plant gathering.

However, this is not an argument for

eating doughnuts every day. Wild

grains and the methods of preparing

them, along with roots and tubers,

provide far more fiber and complex

phytochemicals than today’s genetically

altered wheat.

The grains would have been seasonal

and also only located in certain parts of

the world. This is where the idea of a

single hunter’s diet breaks down. Once

modern humans colonised the world,

they settled into radically different

eating habits and cultures, rich in

various taboos, myths, stories and

relationships with plants and animals.

Some modern foragers eat as little as

6% plant food in the diet, others as

much as 55%, and the category 'plant'

also includes leaves, shoots, bark,

roots, fruit, nuts, seeds, fungi and

seaweed.

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So where does that leave us trying to

understand how best to eat today?

One problem with modernity’s

philosophical core is that we

understand ourselves as individuals

first, not bound fully with kin,

ancestors and those yet to be born.

Dieting today is mostly for one’s self,

sometimes with a thought to being

healthy for your loved ones.

The argument I’ve outlined for grains

also applies to pretty much every

source of carbohydrates, including

honey and tubers.

Honey in particular is highly prized by

modern foraging societies and young

men go to extreme lengths to scale

trees and withstand thousands of

stings to retrieve honey for their

people.

But the time spans of our deep past

are beyond comprehension. The

difference between 19,000 and

28,000 BP is fairly little to an

archaeologist, but 9,000 years is all

of recorded history.

So to truly grasp how our diets have

evolved over several million years

means ignoring the individual and

focusing on populations. It's one

thing to go on a keto or carnivore

diet today, but would you want your

pregnant or breastfeeding wife to

join you? Your toddlers? Your aging

parents? Those who are sick,

immobile or infirm?

To understand the role of

carbohydrates in the human diet we

should be thinking about all stages of

life, and not just how they affect

healthy young males. Again, to be

clear, I’m not saying you need to eat

bread to be healthy, but I’m saying

that breads and grains should not be

excluded from everyone’s diet in the

name of purity or aping our

ancestors.

A Hadza hunter with honeycomb

and bee larvae

During the rainy season the Mbuti

people of the Congo eat up to 80% of

their daily calories in honey, and it's

not unusual for groups such as the

Hadza to eat around 15% of their

daily calories in honey all year round.

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Given the caloric density of honey it is

inconceivable that our Palaeolithic

ancestors didn’t make use of it.

Of course, honey is limited to warm

and temperate climates for the most

part, and the Arctic populations are

the archetypal case for people arguing

for carb-restricted diets. But again,

we are learning a lot about both the

diets and the genetics of Arctic huntergatherers.

The huge amount of circulating polyunsaturated

fatty acids in their blood,

mostly from omega-3s, has produced

distinct genetic adaptive protections,

along with increased liver size,

increased urea production and a host

of enhanced genes for shuttling fatty

acids between cells.

Alongside this is the tendency for

Arctic peoples to eat their meat raw.

They do this because there isn’t

enough fuel for cooking, but also

because fresh muscle meat contains

large amounts of glycogen, which in

effect means they are not eating keto

at all. Up to 20% of the Inuit diet is

composed of carbohydrates from raw

meat.

Theirs is a diet evolved in the most

niche of circumstances, with a niche

phenotype to match. Clearly it can’t be

the diet of everyone else in the world

as well.

That appeal to purity goes something

like this. If meat is good, then eating

just meat must be better, cleaner, more

like our ancestors.

It’s appealing, but it’s wrong. We must

think beyond just short-term dieting,

like some women’s weight loss

magazine, and start thinking about

local, sustainable, generational eating.

What this all comes

down to is a plea

against a certain kind

of purity spiral that

seems increasingly

popular today.

Simple meat, eggs, dairy, fruit, veg

and some nuts can be grown and

harvested almost anywhere in the

world.

Making use of local knowledge and

plants, delicacies and inherited

recipes, food preparation traditions

and nutrient-dense foods suitable for

all ages is a true ancestral diet, one

that strong families - and even

dynasties - can be raised on.

What this all comes down to is a plea

against a certain kind of purity spiral

that seems increasingly popular

today.

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Words: Zero HP Lovecraft (@0x49fa98)

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Hello, Mohinder, thank you for making the time to come see me

today. No, please don’t think of this as a reprimand. We can’t, of

course, tell you what to eat – no one is telling you that, obviously

that would be an overreach. However, in your bio in the org chat,

you describe yourself as a "pescetarian" – again, obviously, the

diet you choose is up to you. That’s a personal choice. But we are

asking you – the company is asking you – if you wouldn’t mind

removing that word from your description.

No, no one has complained yet, but we are concerned that it might

be upsetting to some of our new hires. In the employee code of

conduct, which you signed after you onboarded – oops, when you

joined the company, see, anyone can make a mistake – it states

that employees should not use any polarizing or divisive language,

including language that may have offensive racial, sexual, ableist,

or humanist associations. We appreciate your cooperation.

Mr. Ward, thank you for coming in. As we indicated to

you in our email, we have received a number of

distressing calls from some of our customers about your

alleged posts on social media. In particular, one caller

indicated some very troubling tweets that you seem to

have made in which you refer to “fish people”, and refer

to “the innsmouth lean.” We were also sent several

screenshots in which you refer to “bait”, which is a

known human-supremacist dog whistle according the

SPLC and the ADL. Moreover, they show you responding

to the accounts of several prominent Thalassians with

single word replies such as “sushi”, “sashimi”, “ceviche”,

and on one occasion, “fish sauce”. I shouldn’t have to

explain that this behavior is unacceptable.

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John Cold and the

Weather Machine

In this extract from his new pulp novel, Ernest Lewicki

(@ernestthepole) introduces us to super soldier of the fourth

millennium John Cold. Cold by name, cold by nature, our

hero is about to be made an offer he cannot refuse..

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At the eve of the fourth millennium there was a border

town called Kirshevo. It stood in the southeastern

corner of the Neon Tsar's’ domains. Just north of it, the

Ural Mountains sank into the green jungle, never to

reappear.

Coming to it by the main road from the west, one first

had to cross the banana and coconut plantations. Then,

an extended perimeter of watchtowers appeared.

Some distance behind them was a ring of dilapidated

wooden and tin buildings squatting against the

concrete walls of a fort. This was Kirshevo, and no

matter how many anti-aircraft guns were on the walls

of its stronghold, it was still a shithole.

The day before the start of our story the gunslinger

going by the name of John Cold came here from the

wild mountains up north, driven by his insatiable

wanderlust.

By the time we commence our yarn he had come to

regret it somewhat, for a commotion interrupted his

stay at one of the local establishments.

***

John Cold stood in the corner of the room he had

rented, watching for any sign of movement. The sounds

of smashing, shrieks, and cries from the lower floor of

the bordello had ceased. Something was moving up the

stairs, something very large. A hissing sound came from

beyond the southern door. Would the unknown beast

attack now?

...John Cold came here from

the wild mountains up

north, driven by his

insatiable wanderlust.

Later, when the city guards arrived, when the carcass

cleaners bustled about, happy with the precious scales

and fangs, and the families of the dead wailed for their

unfaithful husbands and unhappy daughters, John lit a

fine Norwegian cigar and swore to his gods that that

was the last time he would visit a whorehouse.

Especially one whose proprietor had a quarrel with a

warlord.

It was obvious to John where the python had come

from. Across the street from the brothel was the town’s

arena. Fights with beasts - and among men - happened

there weekly. The animal had escaped and then broke

into the nearest building. By chance - or so the

establishment's owner would have everyone believe. No

one would doubt him anyway, as he was also the

master of the whole town.

His name was Colonel Nurlan, and John knew him well

enough. They had fought on the same, winning side (but

in different regiments) in the Yamalia pacification. That

was the first war where John was part of a regular unit,

and the last.

Bang! The door burst, spitting debris everywhere. The

gigantic head of a bulldoze-python appeared. Like a

spearhead of the monstrous body, it immediately

pointed towards the man - and the panicked girl

crouching behind him.

More bangs. That was John shooting. One round after

another, without any thought, just instinct. The bullets

hit the vulnerable tissue of the snake’s opening mouth.

For a split second, it appeared the animal would recoil.

No such luck. The Chernomorian beast had not

encountered any resistance so far, why would a few

stings make a difference to it? It closed its mouth and

struck with the sledgehammer-like nose.

What the creature did not know was that there existed

in this new age a breed of men colder than the python,

faster than it, too. And John was its scion.

He pushed himself off to the left, with no thought for the

girl hiding behind him. The wall shook, splattered with

her blood and guts. John, his hand steady, put the gun

at the precise point only an experienced hunter like

himself would know. The point where the snake’s skull

opened. Where a corridor of flesh led straight to its

primitive brain. BANG.

Nurlan, barely older than Cold, but native to the

tsardom, had his troubles with the ‘regular’ part as well.

In his case, however, the problem was all the

regulations by which the Neon Tsar tried to limit warprofiteering

among his officers. You see, the colonel had

always been opposed to this kind of anachronism. As a

man of action, he did not express this opposition in

words. He was particularly bad at hiding his corruption,

though, and soon the truth came out and reached the

Tsar. A quick transfer to the poorer South resulted. For

some reason, Nurlan thought John Cold was responsible

for this.

So when John got the invite to Kirshevo’s inner

compound, he had good reason to be suspicious - even if

the message praised him as 'the hero-slayer of the

beast'.

***

'You dealt with that snake nicely, Cascadian,' said the

colonel. 'I’d give you a medal, but they’re in short

supply. I’m sure you understand.'

With a gesture, he pointed John to take a seat across the

burly desk.

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'Move those maps if you need to, I’m clear on the

situation, for now.'

'No need,' said John. Sitting, he put his glass on the

nearest map. It showed the upper course of the Ural

River, where assumed guerrilla positions had been

penciled in, then erased, then penciled in again a

dozen times or more in a neat hand. He looked at the

colonel. Did the fiend want something connected to

the fearsome Yaik Tigers?

'Look, Nurlan,' he said. 'I did some mercenary jobs in

the past, but no longer. And I don't fondly recall

fighting at your side.'

'Yes, we have our history, you and I,' said Nurlan.

'But I am willing to forget, and it’s not fighting that I

want from you. There is something only a man of

your talents can help me get.'

'Here,' the old soldier tossed Cold a notebook with a

dark, metallic cover. 'Tell me what you think of that.'

Inside, on plastic pages, scribbles scrawled in Cyrillic

script. Some uncertain, rheumatic hand made the

cursive nearly undecipherable. Yet there was

something else. Among them, there were drawings,

angry and fast things: A metameteoric compound?

Dervish somatoma? And coordinates. A whole series

of them, marking a path down to the south.

John’s eyes gleamed.

'I see you’ll take this job,' concluded the colonel.

'These might be just hallucinations of a feverish

traveler. But if it proves right and you bring me this

machine' - he put his finger on one of the images - 'all

will be forgotten, our old business. And you’ll be

rewarded handsomely.'

his men around them, not counting the jackals and

whores who squatted against the stronghold’s walls.

Both categories would gladly slit John’s throat if he

made a move against their master. Why, there were

two men hidden behind the tarp separating the room in

half.

Yet precisely for the reason he had placed them there,

the colonel’s eyes lingered on the harsh, cold features of

John’s face. He knew the man too well.

'John, be reasonable. With this somatoma, we could

bring peace to the land,' pleaded the commander.

'I know how you and yours brought peace to Yamalia. I

was there, remember?'

Colonel Nurlan paused for a moment. 'So you’ve gotten

sentimental with age. Fine. Don’t wanna do it? Leave the

notebook on my desk and get the fuck out of here.'

'I don’t think so. I’m leaving with it.'

'Like hell you are. Men!'

John sprung forward like lightning, his left hand

extended. He grasped the colonel’s hair, pulling his head

back towards him - and down on the desk. Thud.

He kicked the chair next, with a powerful flex. The kick

sent it flying into the faces of men emerging from behind

the curtain. They ducked, fumbling with the cloth.

Click.

John held his gun to Nurlan’s temple. Sudden sweat

trickled down the soldier's face.

'Don’t shoot!' shouted the commander. 'You win, John,

you win. Man, they don’t call you ‘Cold’ for nothing.'

'Why don’t you do it yourself?' retorted John. 'It

wouldn’t be the first time in history that a border

warlord went off searching for treasure in the

jungle.'

'The air raids. I can’t spare the men. And anyway, a

large column would be surely spotted by the damn

Tigers. Take the job.'

'No.' John finished his drink, stood up casually, the

steel-bound notebook in hand. 'But I’ll take this and

keep it for myself, you dog.' He cracked his neck,

grinning.

To be continued...

The full book can be bought now from

Amazon. Parts two and three of the John

Cold saga, '...and the Pirates of Alaska' and

'At the Court of the Neon Tsar', will be

available soon.

The colonel’s face froze in a half-formed smile. He

was trying to guess if this wiry bravo standing in

front of him was making a joke, mad, or both. One

never knew with John. They were in the middle of a

fort the colonel controlled, well over four hundred of

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A final message from the editor, Raw Egg Nationalist (@babygravy9)

Whew! What a ride! Well, that

was Man’s World Issue 1. First of

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