LAST DITCH OF DEMOCRACY - Majority Rights

One of my grave diggers of England, one of the boys that got paid for
puttin’ brass knobs on your coffin. Let me stick to three diseases of the
Anglo-French-American system. The syphilis, typhus, and tuberculosis
of the mercantilist? No, not even mercantilist, the USURY system, with
trimmings, not even the medieval, or metal money usury system, now
dying out even in India, and giving way to the galloping CARIES of the
Anglo-English bank system, that stakes out the old fashioned usurers,
and devours even the parasites. Fake economists are one form of the
journalist bacillus. Put out in front to lie, and rising on the wings or tin
toes of ambition, permitted (on the leash and chain system) to get out in
front and holler.
Quoted from one press to another, NOT because they ever print anything
useful, or tell the truth, or approach it. They are either men who KNOW
NOT, or men who say not, and who put up a word screen, or esCHEW
certain issues; who do NOT make revelations. And whose interest even
when quoted internationally is NOT due to the INTRINSIC meaning of
what they actually say. Their blather IS symptomatic, and is studied and
quoted as a symptom of the diseases. And what the Times says indicates
one of two things. The Times says what its controllers want said that is
basic. Either what its controllers WANT fools to believe, or what a given
group of knaves feel they have to admit to keep up credibility. The poor
bastids who write it never enjoy what de Gourmont called writer’s sole
pleasure. They most of ’em never even get to a mental world in which
Gourmont’s concept exists or can enter.
Remy de Gourmont wrote to me in a letter “frankly to write what one
thinks, that is the writer’s pleasure.” These duds or prominent
journalists,
some infamous, some well intentioned, are of two sorts. The absolute
simpletons who believe what they are told by their masters and the
absolute