LAST DITCH OF DEMOCRACY - Majority Rights

Have they all been bred down into halfbreed and quarterbreeds? I ask
you, I don’t quite make it out. Doth avarice make cowards of them all?
As for their opposite numbers in Britain. They aren’t quite opposite as
against Americans working for blob headed kikes on your radio.
England has naught quite similar, they have refinement. Perfect Alice in
Wonderland, perfectly poisonous, but refined and unconscious. I don’t
suppose you take it very seriously either. I have always told you the
Atlantic and Nation were festers, spoon fed from the nectar of England.
I daresay you can’t see that. Well, get some of British equivalents, say
by New Statesman and Nation. ALICE in Wonderland. G.D.H. Cole. As
long as a printin’ press functions in London, those blokes will go on
gettin’ 25 dollars an article: doing IMAGINARY geometry. Imaginary
futures for the land that never was and never will be. Schizophrenia.
Alice in Wonderland, Little Lord Fauntleroy, private worlds, in the gook
house sense of these words. Over Hell’s Kitchen. It is perhaps time for
young Americans to start reading the classics, Plutarch, or Cicero against
Verres.
#48 (June 19, 1942) U.S.(B59)
THE FALLEN GENTLEMAN
(IL SIGNOR DECADUTO)
Among my American memories is that of the fallen gent in shabby
overcoat selling lead pencils in a Washington soda bar. Wishing to get
something, other than Senatorial and Congressional views, on the results
of the nude eel and subsequent American cataclysms in the year 1939, in
fact about cherry time, I inquired of him (rather than of the wristwatchswallowing
ostrich) what HE thought of it all, and got the indubitably
uncontrovertible reply: “AHG, we’re all mixed UP, this
gennerrrrashun!” That undoubtedly represented the real man in (or at
that moment very slightly and momentarily removed from) the street, as
contrasted with the B.B.C. hand-picked specimens.