I just found a pdf of "Might is Right" by Ragnar Redbeard. A couple years ago I had to pay $70 for a 1940s copy of Might is Right, it was the only one I could find. This book is pretty awesome, it's got all this sort of mixture of prose-poetry and regular prose. It might have been written by some racist Australian guy. So you know it's going to be brilliant.
http://www.libertinepress.net/products/mightisright.html
He was almost certainly influenced by Nietzsche and/or Stirner, though possibly roundabout.

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Open your eyes that you may hear, O! men of mildewed minds and listen to me, ye laborious millions! For I stand forth to challenge the wisdom of the world; to interrogate the “laws” of man and of “God.” I request reasons for your Golden Rule and ask the why and wherefore of your Ten Commands. Before none of your printed idols do I bend in acquiescence and he who saith “thou shalt” to me is my mortal foe. I demand proof over all things, and accept (with reservations) even that which is true. I dip my forefinger in the watery blood of your impotent mad-redeemer (your Divine Democrat — your Hebrew Madman) and write over his thorn-torn brow, “The true prince of Evil — the king of the Slaves!” No hoary falsehood shall be a truth to me — no cult or dogma shall encramp my pen. I break away from all conventions. Alone, untrammeled. I raise up in stern invasion the standard of Strong. I gaze into the glassy eye of your fearsome Jehovah, and pluck him by the beard — I uplift a broad-axe and split open his worm-eaten skull. I blast out the ghastly contents of philosophic whited sepulchres and laugh with sardonic wrath. Then reaching up the festering and varnished facades of your haughtiest moral dogmas, I write thereon in letters of blazing scorn: — “Lo and behold, all this is fraud!” I deny all things! I question all things! And yet! And yet! — — Gather around me O! ye death-defiant, and the earth itself shall be thine, to have and to hold.

Anton Szandor LaVey, founder of the Church of Satan, plaguerized a lot of this in his Satanic Mass. Personally, I think it's cooler without the list of HP Lovecraft demons.

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‘Love one another’ you say is the supreme law, but what power made it so? — Upon what rational authority does the Gospel of Love rest? — Is it even possible to practice, and what would result from its universal application to active affairs? Why should I not hate mine enemies, and hunt them down like the wild beasts that they are? Again I ask, why? If I ‘love’ them does that not place me at their mercy? Is it natural for enemies to ‘do good’ unto each other and, what is ‘good’? Can the torn and bloody victim ‘love’ the blood-splashed jaws that rend it limb from limb? Are we not all predatory animals by instinct? If humans ceased wholly from preying upon each other, could they continue to exist? ‘Love your enemies and do good to them that hate you and despitefully use you,’ is the despicable philosophy of the spaniel that rolls upon its back, when kicked. Obey it, O! reader, and you and all your posterity to the tenth generation shall be irretrievably and literally damned. They shall be hewers of wood, and carriers of water, degenerates, Gibeonites. But hate your enemies with a whole heart, and if a man smite you on one cheek, smash him down; smite him hip and thigh, for self-preservation is the highest law. He who turns the ‘other cheek’ is a cowardly dog — a Christian dog. Give blow for blow, scorn for scorn, doom for doom, with compound interest liberally added thereunto. Eye for eye, tooth for tooth, aye four-fold, a hundredfold. Make yourself a Terror to your adversary and when he goeth his way, he will possess much additional wisdom to ruminate over.