Christianity unfits any people for survival. The malady, of which the
whole White man’s world is dying, is Christianity.
to ‘please
God,’ one must bend one’s neck, deny oneself, forgive all injuries, love everybody, and show
it by always ‘doing good’ and ‘helping others.”’ Why? To what end? That thus it may become
ever easier, more pleasant, more secure, for the kind of people who preach this doctrine—
that is, for the weak, the sickly, and the mediocre—in short, for the ordinary man and the
mass.
It has been only where
the values of the ill-favored and the inferior have gained the upper hand that beauty has
been contemned and neglected.
And if in the end Aryan
man, the supremely gifted and most masterful race known to history, should disappear from
the Earth, the primary reason for it will be his having succumbed to the virus of Christianity.
This has been the direst calamity in his entire history.
I must recognize, finally, a steadily deepening sense within me that there is something
unnatural, unhealthy, unbecoming, and indeed something shameful and ominous about our
having taken our religion, or even professing and trying to take it, from Jesus. For a people’s
religion should come out of its own blood.