LAST DITCH OF DEMOCRACY - Majority Rights

folks want to keep it rusty and inefficient, so’z it won’t interfere with
their various rackets.
I am tellin’ you how to oil up the machine, and change a few gadgets so
that it would work as the founders intended.
#56 (July 17, 1942) U.S.(B69)
PERFECT PHRASING
As a writer, oh a quite persistent writer (if I am not patient, thank God I
am persistent) as a writer I object to the misuse of words. No man will
ever be a great writer, not even a good writer, a useful craftsman of
letters if he persists in misusin’ words. Such for example as writin’ or
sayin’ DEMocracy when he means judeaocracy, or when nothin’ but his
bone ignorance of the facts, past and present, prevents him from
knowin’ that he is talkin’ about judaeocracy. I suggest that with 8 or 10
million hebes in America, it is time you at least devoted as much
attention to the problem (Oh it’s a problem O.K.) as has been devoted to
Pueblos, the Spanish convents in N. Mexico and S. California.
Cause you haven’t yet done so, and time presses, oh yes, time presses,
and politics became pressure politics, and Jews became very precious or
at least very dear to some circles, dear AND expensive. All them
Morgenthau dollars for example: your dollars pumped into London,
buyin’ NO food for the Anglo-Saxon inhabitants of that metropolis.
Take it back to the Talmud, dirty, greasy old Talmud, all flesh is grass for
the Hebrew pasture, human material, just browsin’ ’round, innocent as
lambkins at Easter, cute an’ amusin’, no shame. Appeal to pity, and— —
more so, appeal to greed; if you got it, appeal to vanity, that is, give you
publicity, advertise everything you don’t need or want until you think
you want it. And then, brother, you are hooked. You want a new
automobile violet tinted, you want a Tudor mansion, a trailer, a
penthouse, all in the fashion paper, keep up with the Jones’s. And lose