LAST DITCH OF DEMOCRACY - Majority Rights

On Arbour Day, Pearl Arbour Day, at 12 o’clock noon I retired from the
capital of the old Roman Empire to Rapallo to seek wisdom from the
ancients.
I wanted to figure things out. I had a perfectly good alibi, if I wanted to
play things safe. I was and am officially occupied with a new translation
of the Ta S’eu of Confucius. I have in Rapallo the text of Confucius,
and of Mencius, the text of the world’s finest anthology, namely that
which Confucius compiled from earlier authors, and I have in reach the
text of a book which bears on its front page the title Li Ki (which the
head of the Chinese Department in our Congressional Library tells me
proper minded Chi Sinologues now think is pronounced Lee Gee). And
I have six volumes of the late Dr. Morrison’s Dictionary, not the most up
to date dictionary of Chinese Ideograms, but nevertheless good enough.
That is, I have WORK thaaar for some years, if I don’t die before I git to
the middle.
The Odes are to me very difficult. They are of extreme beauty.
Thousands of poets have looked at those odes and despaired. There are
points at which some simple ideogram (that is, Chinese picture word) is
so used as to be eternal, insofar as our human sense of eternity can
reach. There is one of the sunrise that I despair of ever getting
translated.
There was to face this, the SITUATION. That is to say the United States
had been for months ILLEGALLY at war, through what I considered to
be the criminal acts of a President whose mental condition was NOT, as
far as I could see, all that could or should be desired of a man in so
responsible a position or office.
He had, so far as evidence available to me showed, broken his promises
to the electorate; he had to my mind violated his oath of office. He had
to my mind violated the oath of allegiance to the United States