LAST DITCH OF DEMOCRACY - Majority Rights

saved by a conspiracy of intelligent men, and that they would have to
conspire AGAINST the Normans, the Sieffs and the Goldsmids, together
with the minor lice over in Paris, the Iazards, Mandels and the rest of
’em.
AND your tolerated writers, your half witted socialists, your publicists,
your Garvins, Beaverbunks, and the rest of ’em did NOT join such a
conspiracy. You are barkin’ up the wrong tree, and your bite has not
proved very toothy, not if measured by Axis and Tripartite standards.
Your smell, as caricatured in the Japanese papers, a couple of young
ladies holding their noses. You are almost qualifying for ostracism. You
can not, oh hell, you can’t believe THAT.
You are such nice mannered people (when eh … nothing annoys you).
Or as Charles Ricketts said: “No, people who are doing something for
the world have NOT nice manners” (His own were a bit slinky). He
continued: “The people who have these nice manners are the people the
world is doing something FOR.”
Well how far off that seems, Ricketts and Shannon, the Haken [?] press
printing the works of Laforgue in the ‘90s. Alice in Wonderland, Mr.
Cole, the denizens of the New Statesman and Nation. Don’t believe me
get the old copies, back from the lost era of January or February 1942,
that is the year current.
Pomp of power, and so forth. When, gol drat it, WHEN you are wrong,
when your chief ape has been wrong time and time over, does IT never
enter your noddles, or noodles, to look for the source of error? Does it
never begin to strike you that Margot Asquith is being unconsciously
humorous when she writes— —. If you hadn’t been bred out of all
thoroughness, if your thoroughbreds hadn’t been decimated in three
wars one after another, ALL [for the] power of Jewry, all piling up debt
and debt interest. Repudiations, repudiations of debt, enormous burdens
of tax needed according to your LYING and treacherous lackeys and