Hatred is happiness

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Chapter I

You have heard of fiends and devils in human form ; you can imagine them in all their horror. Those who have read Dante's Inferno, for instance, do not need to rely on their own imagination ; these fiends and devils have the most deadly, undying, indescribable hatred for all humanity, even the hatred of Satan and his devils for all humanity ; and the hatred of these human fiends and devils is nothing compared to my hatred of humanity ; and the worst of these fiends and devils are good compared to myself, for I know about what I am talking. The hatred of none can or will ever equal my hatred for all mankind that have attained the years of accountability, but in my estimation, all females and the majority of males haven't enough sense to be worth hatred. I am not writing this to please any class cf people, but to please myself, and I speak of the different spirits, expressing my thoughts as they are, I'll call the evil thought, full of hate, the " Spirit of Hate." The different kinds of thoughts are named according to their meaning — good, medium, or bad. The Spirit of Love, which represents thoughts of love ; the Spirit of Destruction, which represents destructive thoughts ; Spirit of Common Sense, which means what the name signifies. Spirits of Eeason, Lust, War, Destruction, Eevenge, Imagination. When these thoughts come into my mind according to their names, I will converge with them mentally, in dialogue, and write the results in this book for my own pleasure and to make enemies. I will commence with the Spirit of Hate, as I always did have more use for it than any other spirit, and have now and always will have more use for it than for any other spirit.

Well, most honored Spirit of Hate, can you give any new ideas, and tell me how I can increase my hatred for human beings? If you can, I will be most grateful and under everlasting obligations to you. (Spirit of Hate.) No, I cannot possibly do it as you have been the chief of all haters for many years. You are far in advance of all other haters of humanity and none can be compared to you. You are perfect in the art of hating, and I believe that your equal will never be known in that respect.

(Writer.) Most honored Spirit of Hate, I believe you are right, and I find there is perfect happiness in hatred, not in violent outbursts of short time hatred, but in hatred perfectly under control — cool, calculating, life- time hatred and revenge, with perfect control over all the faculties of the brain, and not allowing myself to get angry under any circumstances whatever. I have had my angry passions and all passions under complete control for many years. Can you understand how I can use the Spirit of Love, Spirit of Hate ?

(Spirit of Hate.) No, I cannot, you surprise me greatly ; how can you, who never had any love for parents or any one, but only the most intense hatred, which is beyond imagination. How can you, the chief master of hatred, lust, and all that's evil, use love, is beyond my comprehension.

(Writer.) Most honored Spirit of Hate, I will explain to your complete satisfaction. You know intoxicating liquors, such as whiskey, brandy, wine and beer, do more damage in the world and cause more misery of all kinds than anything else. I hate all human beings of all nationalities, races, and colors, all those who have brains enough to be worth hating, savage or civilized, poor or rich, learned or ignorant, that ever lived since the beginning of the world, all those who are dead, those who live now, and the countless millions who will live in time to come as long as the world lasts. If I had the power I would destroy the human race, wipe it off the face of the globe. Now as intoxicating liquor makes far more misery, as you well understand, in this world, than all else, and as my hatred is directed to the world, I love intoxicating liquor, as it does most harm and destroys most. Not for my own use — I am too sensible a man for that ; I have had misery enough, but I love it dearly for the misery, ruin and destruction it has caused in past ages, causes now, and will cause in the future. I will call all intoxicating liquors under the name of whiskey. Whiskey, Whiskey, my good friend Whiskey ! I hope you will always be used in the world. I love you most sincerely ; no words can express my love for you as you are the chief agent of destruction. I believe there is more true happiness in hatred than anything else. I believe I take more happiness in hatred in one year than other people take in a lifetime of love.

How much true happiness I experience in walking alone after dark in the largest cities of the earth and watching the work of my best friend, whiskey, which works surely, swiftly, and extensively. See the magnificent drinking palaces, restaurants, gambling hells, and palatial hotels, crowded to their utmost and in full blast, in parts of the large cities where the wealthy classes spend their money. Hark ! listen ! a fight, a shot, a stab, murder, police. The excitement is intense, the scene appalling, and another one of my enemies lies dead. It is done as effectually as if I had done it myself. I go into a saloon and buy a bottle of liquor, hug the bottle up in my arms, go into a dark alley, get down upon my knees, and worship it the same as a heathen Chinee would worship his gods. Exult and gloat over the fiery liquor. Look ! Both the old, hoary-haired man, tottering upon the brink of the grave, and the youth with all his life before him, coming to taste the liquor and judge of its effects. The old man, white-haired, yet a blossom on his nose disgracing that white hair, which should be an honor to old age ; the youth, blear-eyed, unsteady in his gait, more uncertain in his actions, the cause of a mother's broken heart — oh, revenge, how sweet ! Others, with incurable diseases, covered by the finest raiment, male and female, arm in arm, and my best friend, whiskey, leading them. Could I ask for greater happiness ? Look at the large number with the glitter of insanity in their eyes, the seeds sown by strong drink ; see the ones in the dark places examining their knives and firearms, with the eyes of beasts of prey.

On the opposite side of the street is a ball and banquet of the so called highest class, with carriages waiting. There the liquor can be said to flow. The theaters are out, people rush to the drinking resorts and gambling dens to follow their vices ; there is plenty to be seen and heard as well. They yell, stagger, quarrel, and fight — Oh, I have found the secret of happiness for me ! Look at the large number with diseased minds, in all stages of decay ; and what caused it ? A fight, three on one ; they have him down and use him for a foot-ball. Now they run away ; he doesn't move ; must be dead or crippled for life. They all look like they belong to what is called the best society. This is Saturday night. I will walk toward the poor part of the city, commonly called " the slums ! " I carry a large bottle of fighting whiskey in my pocket, and a small glass to drink from, but not for my own use — I would not touch a drop of it ; yet I give it to different people who I am sure will commit crime under its influence. I meet some street walkers shivering with the cold, or for the want of a drink ; I give them a good drink to give them nerve. A little farther along, I meet some tramps, who ask for money ; I give them a drink and tell them to stop begging and do anything for money, but never to beg. They promise to take my advice, and by reading the papers, I believe they did. Eveny where I go, in the slums and the better districts, I find fighting, yelling, singing, and quarrelling. I come to a crowd at the corner ; a policeman has a finely-dressed drunken man in custody, waiting for a patrol wagon to take him to prison ; he is telling the policeman how highway robbers used him for a foot-ball and robbed him. I wonder if it was the tramps to whom I gave the whiskey, that robbed him. There are plenty of broken hearts as well as broken and bruised heads to make my heart glad. Ah, what can't whiskey do? Now we'll see what love will do.

My old friend whiskey has fixed quite a number of my personal enemies, who hated me almost as I hated them. They had plenty of reason to hate me, because I ruined their homes and some member of their family, but I have no other reason to hate them only my hate for all responsible people naturally, and of course I like to make them as much misery as possible, aod I did my share, and now whiskey may finish it. One got the delirium tremens, but was about to recover, when I called to see him, purposely to make him worse, as I had ruined his home, and the sight of me was enough to give him the horrors. I took an artificial snake, with movable mouth, tongue, and eyes, in my pocket. The sight of me nearly set him wild with rage, but he managed to control himself. I showed him the snake without the others seeing it, and away he went into the worst fit of delirium he had at any time ; he continued that way with short internals of consciousness, when he would curse me and go into another fit. I rubbed my hands with the greatest pleasure imaginable, and shouted with joy over this death. Another of my enemies went violently insane by drinking, but was rational at times, with some prospect of recovery. I bribed his keeper to let me see him during one of his rational spells. I gave him one of my exultant laughs of concentrated hate, and showed him the artificial snake. He went raving, hopelesslj mad — no hopes of ever recovering. Even the hardened keeper was horrified, and refused my bribes to see him any more. So I exulted over whiskey's work and my own combined. A large number of my acquaintances have ruined themselves, mentally and morally, shortened their lives, and died horrible deaths, by using whiskey ; and many of them are living miserable living deaths now. If it be possible for me to hate one class or classes worse than others, it is the class of gamblers, brokers, bankers, etc. Of course, they are among the chief human agents of misery and destruction in the world, but yet I would not care to destroy them for that reason, unless there are others to take their places. However, whiskey is mowing them down continually, and they are splendid examples of destruction to the younger generation.

I have spent many dollars in " the nickel in-theslot " phonograph, which records the insane ravings o£ a lunatic who became insane through drink. I enjoy hearing the natural sound of the mad ravings of a victim. I feel like getting the records of the mad ravings of a large number of lunatics who lost their reason in this way, and set all the phonographs in motion at once, to gloat over the work of whiskey. The mixed up ravings, as mad laughter, screams, groans, yells, rattling of chains, and iron doors of their cells, as they try to escape, and all the noises of a mad house, would be many times more pleasant to my ears than any music ; and I should like a continuation of this, night and day. I believe that the majority of all the insane of the world is made so by liquor, directly or indirectly. How I gloat over this misery. Just think what idiots their offspring are born. The world is full of them and I glory in it. Just visit one of these mad dens and you will have the horrors yourself when you hear the jeering, yelling, laughing, and see the wild, staring, rolling eyes, distorted features, beating themselves against the walls and floors, biting themselves, foaming at the mouth, indecent postures, and worse language. Instead of horror, to me, there is rejoicing. To convince my readers that whiskey is the greatest evil, and for that reason I love it, I will recite an incident that I have noted. On a sidewalk, near a saloon door, was a man, apparently drunk, but in the stupor of death.

The jeering crowd was taking turns feeling his heart, to see if he was dead, when a casual observer had only to glance to tell that he was dead. It was an amusing sight to see the drunken crowd, both male and female, in a drizzling cold rain, feeling for a dead man's heart, shaking hands with him, falling over him, lifting him and putting his hat on his head, calling him by name, talking to him, telling him he is all right, to get up and go home, and holding him in a sitting position, when he was as dead as could be, white as chalk, eyes open and staring, but all the crowd was drunk, first one and then the other saying he could feel his heart and pulse beat. At last some one more sober than the rest, suggested a doctor. One ran in one direction for a doctor, another for an ambulance, and lastly a policeman came, who immediately telephoned for a patrol wagon. It was more fun than an Irish wake, where they stand the corpse up in the corner, and try to pour whiskey in its mouth, and end up with getting the corpse on the floor with about a dozen on top of it, fighting. At last came doctor, ambulance, and patrol wagon. Well, of course they pronounced him dead. Anyone but a drunkard could have seen that plain enough. The facts of the case were investigated. The man stood up in front of the bar and poured down my good intoxicating liquors until he dropped dead. Intoxicating liquors, you are diamonds. You do my work nicely. The same night I saw a man killed by a billiard cue ; he was a stranger, and drinking ; the murderer was drunk also. Whiskey, you are a pearl of great price to me. I saw plenty of such sights the same night. I heard screams, shouts, and yells, some of murder, and all caused by rum. I fill my bottle again, with fighting whiskey^ and give it to the different ones, who will commit crime with a little stimulant and artificial whiskey nerve. I never fail to give a little advice where it will do the most good.

Note. — I have run dives in all the largest cities, and in many of the smaller ones, and towns also, under the guise of groceries, saloons, restaurants, and other kinds of shops, where drinking, gambling, dancing, and all kinds of vice were taught the young of both sexes.

I continued through different parts of the city until daylight, seeing the good work of my splendid good friend, intoxicating liquors, every place I go. I buy the morning papers, and gloat over the accounts of drunken murders and drunken crimes of all kinds, which are graphically described in them, and retire at the break of day, perfectly happy in the drunken sights I have witnessed in the night in the one city, knowing full well I had only seen a small portion of said city, and only think of the immense and glorious work of misery in all the largest cities, towns, villages, in all the countries of the earth ; it's almost beyond comprehension — it's splendid. As I retire I know without doubt that my good friend intoxicants will continue to cause misery and destruction while I sleep ; it's a glorious, satisfying, happy thought, and I gloat over it, saying with all the power of which I am capable, " My Intoxicating Liquors, Live Forever ! "

The damage that suits me best is when the intoxicants undermine reason, more or less. There is no estimating the ruin wrought in this way. The parent may not show it much, but their offspring inherit a weak intellect and an appetite for this curse. To my chief belongs all this honor and praise for my joy and satisfaction, knowing that life is nothing to these idiots, but they are living reproaches to their parents. How happy it makes me, to think that this good friend of mine never rests day or night, be I sleeping or waking. When I lay dying I will have the satisfaction of knowing that my only friend still lives to deal out misery and ruin to my enemy as long as the world stands, although I may have returned to dust and my name and deeds be forgotten.

Now, Spirit of Hate, you can understand how I can use love in connection with intoxicating liquors, because they do more damage to my natural enemies than all else besides.

I own stock in a whiskey distillery in a certain part of the world. The money profits which I receive on this stock I almost worship like the heathen worship their brazen idols, but I can use love in connection with other destroying agents.

Chapter II

I love gold and money for the misery, injustice, and destruction it causes in the world. I believe it comes next after intoxicating drinks in that respect. I will give a list of those I love because they cause misery and destruction. This is the glorious list of all kinds of intoxicants : — gold, money, diamonds, luxuries, all kinds of contagious diseases, such as fevers, leprosy, and others that I might mention. The more infectious and incurable they are the better I love them. I love storms, cyclones, hurricanes and other destructive storms. I love opium, and other poisonous drugs which cause misery and woe. I love locusts and all kinds of insects which destroy the crops and cause famines. I love the beasts of prey, birds of prey, and poisonous reptiles, because they are destroyers of man ; love the drought which parches and dries up the earth's substance ; the floods which drown ; fire arms; metal weapons, and explosives which kill ; love tidal waves ; earthquakes ; volcanic eruptions, which cause loss of life. I love wars, because of the largo numbers killed and crippled, and the misery and destitution caused by them. I gloat daily over the Turkish- Greek, and Spanish-Cuban, and all wars of the present day. I was taught in my youth to despise slavery, but now I love it, all blacks should be slaves and all others. I would be a despot if I could rule, and I esteem monarchs of all kinds ; the more despotic the rule, the better it pleases me.

If there is anything of which I have not thought that causes misery and destruction to man, I am sorry, as I love everything that does.

(Spirit of Hate.) I understand quite plainly how you love everything which causes misery and destruction to your natural enemies ; and I understand now how you can use it in connection with hatred.

(Writer.) Spirit of Hatred, you are exactly right.

(Spirit of Hate.) You can't be equalled in this matter.

(Writer.) I believe you, most honored Spirit of Hate.

CHAPTEE III.

Spirit of Common Sense, I will have a talk with you, for a change ; what is your opinion of my idea of hatred vs. happiness?

(Spirit of Common Sense.) You make me very weary ; let me show you how foolish you are. Suppose you should gather together a large number of intelligent animals, viz., dogs, monkeys, apes, horses, cats, cattle, etc. If you should shake a whip or your fist a^ them and say, how I hate, you can see how foolish that would be. Well, one-half of the men in the world know no more than intelligent animals. Many dogs can understand what they are told, and obey, but they can't talk ; if they could talk and had hands to work, and with the same strength, they could do the same as the majority of men in the world do.

(Writer.) I know all this, but just in proportion as a man has brains, he is mean just as his mind is. The smarter a man is, generally, the meaner he is ; the only exceptions to this rule are those who fear a punishment or a power after death, or a desire for reward. Some desire worldly praise and honor, but they are the meanest hypocrites at heart. But in order to receive honor and fame, they build hospitals, colleges, and schools, to perpetuate their memories. Some acquire their fortunes by holding offices and robbing the unsuspecting public, and yet are considered good and pious by their friends, and strangers and relatives. Take all these selfish objects away, the fear of punishment and belief of reward after death, and you will soon see what they are. They would torture you to death, drive you into slavery, and if they had power, yes, or lynch you without mercy. All these self interests make them artificial. They are victims of circumstances and surroundings.

(Spirit of Common Sense.) What is your reason for hating men ?

(Writer.) I could give reasons enough to fill a book ; besides, it is natural instinct for me to hate. All responsible people that have ever lived, or will live, are naturally vicious ; and more than half the males in the world are fools and beneath contempt, and only useful to stop bullets. I don't believe any of the females are responsible for their acts, for the lack of brains, or for the want of well balanced brains, and consequently are only useful to prolong the despised human race. As I don't consider females responsible for their acts, I don't think them worthy of hating. If I speak of hating all humanity people will hold up their hands in horror ; yet it is an indisputable fact that hatred is one of the most common attributes of mankind, and I will prove it.

The French hate the Germans and Italians* and the Germans hate the French and the English ; the English hate the Germans, Russians, French, Yankees, and Irish ; the Italians hate the French ; the Turks hate the Greeks, Armenians, and all Christians; the Greeks, Armenians, and Christians hate the Turks;

all black races liate the white instinctively ; all white races hate the blacks the same way ; the Chinese and Japanese hate each other ; the Spanish and Yankees hate each other ; the United States hate England and Spain ; most of the Irish in Ireland and the world, hate England ; but the Irish in Ireland and all over the world are divided among themselves on religion and politics, and hate each other. So it is all over the world ; one nation hates another, and all nations are divided among themselves on religion, politics, and color, and hate each other individually.

I can imagine myself a Frenchman hating the German, or a Russian hating the English, or an Englishman hating everything that is not English, or I can imagine myself a Turk, hating everything but Turkish rule. Can you find a Turk who does not hate a Christian ? No ! And they are honest enough to say so ; but the Christian will tell you he does not hate the Turk, but despises him, or some other milder word than hate. However, it will take a mind reader to tell the difference. I don't believe there is any difference. There is no one living who has not been treated mean himself, or treated some one else mean, consequently all are mean. I don't have to be bitten by a venomous reptile before I am convinced that such a bite would kill me, because I have known of others who have been bitten, and the consequences ; I don't have to be bitten by a rabid dog and go mad lo convince me of facts, because I know it has happened to others. I don't have to expose myself to contagious diseases before I will believe they are catching, because I know of the evil effects to others. So it is with man. I don't have to be robbed, murdered, swindled, or insulted, by them, before I believe that they would do it ; because they would do it if they had unlimited power and had no fear of punishment here or hereafter. Now, Spirit of Common Sense, these are a few of my reasons for hating all human beings, alive and dead. I believe they are more than sufficient, but the reasons I could give are beyond limit. I have read all the history of the world up to the modern history of today, and what is it but a continual story of injustice, slaugliter, and torture, by those in power ? But there never has been any crime, injustice, slavery, slaughter, or torture, since the beginning of history on this earth, that I would not have increased if I had lived in those days ; and if I had power today I would make despotism and slavery the only rule on earth. All those who have been persecuted, slaughtered, or driven into slavery since the world began, and including the present day, but would have done the same to their persecutors under the same circumstances and belief. I believe in a monarchy, royalty, despotism, nobility, and classes.

If I had had a pleasant life from the time of my birth up to the present time, I would hate all human beings just as I do now. It is not a personal matter with me, born and bred therein. I must hate human beings for their meanness to each other throughout all past ages and the present time ; they don't have to treat me mean when I see how they treat each other. Now, Spirit of Common Sense, if you wash another reason why I hate man, just contemplate the life of

Napoleon Bonaparte. How any one can study the history of that Hfe and have faith in human nature is a mystery to me. After creating himself Emperor and conquering several countries, he was not satisfied with the countries he had conquered ; the more he had the more he wanted, until he wanted to rule the whole world and to leave it to his heirs. He had strong brain power, more than a number of ordinary men combined. You see how he used it ; only for selfish purposes ; he made war systematically, and slaughtered millions, directly or indirectly, for his own advancement. I, the chief enemy of humanity, review the work of Napoleon with pleasure and satisfaction, for it destroyed life. Yet I hate Napoleon as much as his victims. There never was a man who lived in the world before Napoleon's time, or in his day, or at the present time, who, having enough brains and believing as Napoleon did, would not have done the same, or much worse if they could. I honor Napoleon greatly for the slaughter and misery he caused personally, but I honor him more for the example of slaughter he set the world, and which has been followed and will be followed for ages, with unlimited war, slaughter and misery. Every country of the world has numerous military men, who take Napoleon for their model, and who are anxiously waiting for an opportunity to follow his example as near, and as soon, as possible. I believe there are generals in the United States who would like to be the Napoleons of today if they were capable.

They are more than willing to do the slaughtering and killing, but have not the brains to do the planning. All the histories are fall of selfish examples like Napoleon's ; not a care for suffering but a wish to further their own gluttony and ambitious pride. The more wealth or power they acquired the more they fought for. So it is at the present day ; fight for gold and honors. Now, Spirit of Common Sense, I believe I have given sufficient reasons for my hatred. Monarchy is filled with despotism, injustice and misery. I have no words to express my praise for this agent of destruction. I believe in all countries being monarchical, ruled directly by glorious Royalty. Some have more power than others, but the more power they have, the more grandly they rule. Glorious Royalty, live forever ! Most all glorious governments have suffrage and are ruled to a limited extent by the mob ; these governments are only making the best of the present time and circumstances ; they are like mighty lions and beasts of prey, sleeping ; yes, they are most mighty and powerful, but only sleeping. Never fear, they will arouse in time and great and magnificent will be their awakening. There is no estimating the power after this rest and sleep. No words can express such grandeur. They will place the latest improved cannons and rapid fire guns at the end of every street, covered with impregnable armor, and sweep the streets in every direction of the fool mobs ; or by captive balloons, airships, hidden mines of explosives fired by electricity, or many other deadly plans. They would not stop the slaughter until they were sure their power was established for good, and all their subjects would shout as with one voice, that would echo throughout the earth and sky, "Royalty forever." They would abolish all mob rule and suffrage of all classes, and establish themselves on a permanent foundation of despotism. Might is right. Few people have any idea of the power of the fire-arms of today ; the wealthy and titled classes, and Jews keep it as quiet as possible. There are all kinds of improvements, all kinds of explosives, and the possibility of using electricity and armored, horseless, self-propelling vehicles, mob proof, with rapid fire guns. The next mob or revolution will not have the easy times overthrowing the governments that they had a hundred years or more ago.