LAST DITCH OF DEMOCRACY - Majority Rights

was wreathed in smiles, I declined to hand over the paper to a friend, I
wanted the cream for myself, precisely for this broadcast, which will be
delayed into April or mebbe MAY, ’cause I have more serious
communications to make to you. But some day or other I shall read out
my notes on the “Old Thunder er,” old thunderer still mousin’ along.
I’ll probably read those notes some day when there is a lull, some day
when you ain’t losin’ a Hong Kong, or a Singapore, or Rangoon, or
Bombay or Calcutty. That will be after I have remitted the museum
piece, the evidence copy from Printing House, repaired square to its
owner, who is a collector of such things. Of course the nature of the
object bein’ the same, I shan’t have to say anything much new. I mean
anything I hadn’t already said 30 years ago in 1912 about the venemous
nature and dangerousness to the people of that frowsy old paper.
Ellerrnan Jew influence didn’t cure it. AND of course like all
prestidigitators the Times takes the eye OFF the immediate,
geographically, spatially, raumlich, visible object.
The Times does NOT tell you about the conditions in the collieries [and]
potteries, what were distressed areas before this war was got goin’,
nothing about the people who petitioned from Coventry for example.
NO the Times don’t bring us much news of England, except insofar as it
shows us a state of mind.
No, no, the Times tells us about Italy. That is an accident, ’cause of
course the Times was printed to tell you about ITALY, and you are such
mugs you believe it. The special correspondent, NO raumlich, or spatial
or geographic address given, not his lodge number or his kahal cabala
indication. I think he is a subjected Aryan, from the writin’. I have met
Englanders of his mental calibre.