THE WEST'S DARKEST HOUR

The Less Than Jolly Heretic

The Philosophy of Hurt Children and An Adult’s

Transvaluated Moral Principle

By Benjamin Power

Introduction

Thank you in advance for finding a copy of this all-new fourth edition. This book has been through many abortive iterations, starting in mid 2023, but I hope this can be the definitive release. I have trimmed out all details that could be considered superfluous, eccentric, or self-indulgent, and those that were temporally relevant to the past years and are thus now expired, and have otherwise bulked out and refined all of the chapters, adopting a more professional tone to my unfortunate conversational writing style in places, stripping out most of the unnecessary and artificial dry humour and irreverence – always a gimmick to some degree in my essays, as these are serious topics – and generally polishing my thoughts and arguments.

It may be apparent that my book’s title is an allusion to the familiar pseudonym and brand name adopted by the conservative evolutionary psychologist Edward Dutton – a man surely closer to the former descriptor than the latter on account of that familiar ‘but so what if…’ dispassion and lack of insight common to the comfortably ignorant. I felt, bizarrely perhaps, that I too am to all accounts and purposes a heretic to the modern world, writing as a ‘man against my time’, in the words of Savitri Devi, albeit a gloomier character by far, both publicly and in private, than what is suggested by the arrogant Vaudeville buffoonery of that often controversial (and commonly wrong) joke-professor’s borderline subversive persona.

Ideally, no one could be stoically incorrect about that much, with article after tautological, self-serving article of confident, enthusiastic cack on the definitively debunked and fallacious, setting up his audience of straw men, and resurrecting a shoddy harras of long dead horses to flog with sadistic schoolyard glee, like Nietzsche’s policeman, and with the not infrequent bouts of puffed-up, insecure credentialism, and a homosexual’s venom tongue for the critic (and those citizens he fails to understand psychologically, yet denigrates regardless), perhaps rather spiteful himself in the cold light of truth, and not have some kind of agenda. Besides, glorifying communal beer drinking is for degenerates.

Historically, I had brief dealings with ‘Ed’ some years ago by email exchange, not long after the initiating events of Chapter 1 in fact, and which went very badly for me given my mental state at the time. It was surely a further confirmation for his already long biased mind – for his priors remain artificially unalterable; his conclusions railroaded by scores of unconsidered assumptions, and the validity of his metrics self-assigned – that I was just another ‘spiteful mutant’ moron, from the myriad ranks of crazies online, and thus not  awarded the time of day, and certainly no sensible adult claim to realism. Formal politeness goes a long way for me when evaluating email correspondences.

I hope now perhaps, though I am almost sure he will never read this document (having not, it seems, bothered to read any of the other excellent source material that thoroughly refutes his antiquated bourgeois dogmas and mechanically rearranged prejudices) that I can go some way towards redeeming myself and my positions before him, as one genuine 21st Century heretic to a cold, beady-eyed inquisitorial fraud and his supercilious, brainwashed choir of academically naive, close-minded boors, that is, all current ‘dissident’ white nationalists.

Truly lambs in wolves’ clothing, and effortlessly thick, more glaring even as an observation than to perceive their gross, formulaic brutishness emotionally: a lower ‘psychoclass’, in the words of the classic psychological researcher and psychohistorian Lloyd deMause, lacking all nuance; unable to recognise their own repressed – and commonly repressive – natures by application of any genuine sustained self-reflection; to tap the fundamental reasons for their antisocial carelessness and lack of interpersonal concern. It is difficult to claim that they have sufficient grasp of what it is to possess racial loyalty – to truly assimilate a consistent ethnocentric friend/enemy distinction – such is the superficiality of their politicised sentiment when compared with their actions.

Just for one prominent example, putting ourselves in their shoes, what do we think then of psychiatry and mental health problems? What of their origins? What do you think of those of your same race – our children sometimes too – who exhibit madness? That would be an interesting evaluation (and, usually, I could guess the answer before the next breath was uttered).

“Look, you got on my tits”, he told me. That’s a shame. Perhaps in that case I could recommend him the gym.

I hope you enjoy this complicated account. It’s not going to be the standard fare for underground racialist publications, as there is enough of that well-meaning but erroneous smut out there now, enough for a modest Hitlerian book burning in fact. Instead, I ask you to approach with a genuinely open mind. You may be surprised by the time you pass my opening chapters.

I was raised as a strict Catholic, but, as we shall later see, Christianity shoulders a fierce responsibility for the dissolution of the West, and it is my personal belief that the most vital thing our people – as Europeans; as Aryans – must do, before it is too late to do so, is jettison this febrile foreign death cult and its enervating psychological impositions from our culture and race forever, or face total annihilation, in a vast world of ruins built by us but no longer really suited to our survival. Only then can we reclaim our birthright: undisputed mastery of the planet Earth, for all generations to come. It will not be an easy ride, but it is a necessary one.

As has been said before, and as, by Nature’s luck and by iron determination, will always be said, he who will not struggle for life – as that is what life itself is intrinsically – does not deserve to be alive.

This book describes these problems in more detail, and what I personally have been through so far, and what we, myself as much as you, should consider valuable knowledge, the dross named for what it is, and dutifully excised, leaving us better armed now, in part, before the ravages of a blacker future.

Benjamin Power, April 2026