LAST DITCH OF DEMOCRACY - Majority Rights

the hoof with eight reindeer. And who said they were going to take over
the Polar Ice Cap. The Squalus has risen, Krist ist erhoben, and therefore
all them boats in Pearl Harbor will rise with healing in their springs, and
the Democratic party will triumph once more over the skepticism of the
clinical forces of party reaction, with Finkelstein in the proscenium box.
Oh my country, ‘tis indeed of your land of the Cluett Collar, land of the
B.D.V. or B.V.D. or whatever the label is. Oh shades of Lydia Pinkham;
yes, yes, those Pink Pills are what is probably needed, with a plate of
cakes for the British Imperial Staff in our Capitol.
And I would like a little news about Frankie and Johnnie. Are they still
as they once were, keen on the family honor? God, how they did luvv.
Is all our educational system in the hands of inventors of pizin gas? Are
all our allegedly serious Zeitschrifts, rassegnas, quaterlies, annual and
semi annual bulletins, subsidized by the [?] Hebrews? Are ALL
Americans with out distinction of church, club, or society, still
convinced that nothing is serious, that when boats sink it is merely a
headline, and that sailors don’t care?
Or to put it another way, is there NO one who NOTICES the habit of
saying “Oh the boss is a Jew, a sort of sub-Zukor, of course we couldn’t
put on anything HIGHbrow, we couldn’t go into that subject.” The
absoloot bloody cringe of the man who makes 4,000 dollars a year when
faced with an organization engaged in paying him and sabotaging the
nation, sabotaging fact, sabotaging communications, is a
PATHOLOGICAL symptom. When are you, the Yanks, going to get fed
up with that symptom? And the way you go running down the road after
IRRELEVANT anecdotes, is another. Any sad tale is enough to git your
mind off WHY did it happen. That is a symptom. Watch it in B.B. Kike
propaganda, which means ALL the Anglo-American air for this decade.
Ezry Pound speakin’.