Power is the ability to change things. Your word becomes reality. This is the greatest gift the universe can offer anyone and if you possess it, you should be grateful — or not, if you’re an evil bastard like me.

Because we live in a world: [vast, interconnected, multiplural], power has been distributed vertically and horizontally, to the point that even little children have some power in their lives. This lack of a monolithic, overriding Power Center has caused the exercise of clever power to wane and wither, depressing standards of power usage.

Instead of cleverly changing things, we tend to break things and smash systems up rather than build them up. Vast World Wars have been fought over the right to exercise power, with the result being that the timid reactionaries have held up the evolution, advancement and development of Power to the maximal degree possible, fucking shit up. The small-minded cunts who are so afraid of power realize that they would be the first to go in any reordered societal paradise.

During World War 2, the only true power holders were the Nazis. The Soviets, with their utopian literature, were not about power, except the power to mass murder one’s opponents and scythe them down. A simple, if brute, form of power, to be sure. The Alliance democracies were certainly anti-power in their structure and orientation. The American government is deliberately set up to defuse and neutralize lines of extending power, their force shunted aside into the corners of the world to be harmlessly frittered away and dissipated. No power usage there.

No, only the Nazis, following their idol Nietzsche, had any grasp of the use of power. Their use of the swastika as a symbol was a reengineered iconography class. Their film, Triumph of the Will, directed by some cunt (for some reason a woman was given a hand in talking about power, which is like a man talking about the proper baking of muffins), was a celebration of the possession of power.

Hitler himself respected only fellow power wielders like Napoleon. When he visited Paris in 1940 after the French capitulation, he went to salute Napoleon at his tomb. Hitler, by being ethnocentric in the extreme, guaranteed that most future power holders wouldn’t respect him. But he didn’t care. He wanted the best for Germany, and this included trompling on the other ethnicities and their countries to the point that they were broken shards in the dirt. Too bad if they didn’t like it, was his sense.

Because Hitler and Stalin were, in a sense, weak, they hitched their star to Idea-Chariots that were preexisting. In Stalin’s case, he linked himself to International Communism, and the development and exploration of that idea. In Hitler’s case, he linked himself to the German man, his success on the world stage and defeat of all rivals. A truly strong male would just conjure up a society that suits his whims, ex nihilo. He wouldn’t need to link up to anything else. Why would he? Any alien sponsoring ideology would merely circumscribe him and his circle of action, and color him in a certain direction without reversal.

It is for the power-holder alone to decide what the aims of society ought to be. If power is to be delegated, it is only to avoid the myriad problems inherent in micromanagement. All power should be revokable even if tendered in good faith; and those who won’t give it back, should be slaughtered where they stand. Power, you see, is an addicting taste.

If you have sons and are deciding which of them gets to inherit your power-base once you are gone, don’t go by the eldest son only, but rather pick and choose the most capable, strongest boy you have, the one whose mother’s genes worked most fortuitously with your own.

That will go a long ways to ensuring a dynasty that is immortal.