LAST DITCH OF DEMOCRACY - Majority Rights

in dollars worth one bushel of wheat and has to pay in dollars worth two
bushels.
And the Aryan shysters in Wall Street, lone wolves, have thought they
could go on forever beating the organized kikes.
Well, there are sane basis of economics. There are sane basis of ethics.
Henry Ward Beecher’s religion probably wasn’t one of them. That is,
wasn’t one of them. That is, wasn’t a basis of ethics. Religion reduced to
border speculation is not an ethical basis.
Shucks. We can say it in less pompous words. Can we? Maybe not,
damn it. But as joyriding is said to be on the wane, amongst you except
for the black market purposes, try force for a change. Diversion is not
open to all, but the elite might try it on Wednesdays or on alternate
Wednesdays. Instead of cross word puzzles, the last refuge to your
British allies.
I shall have to annoy you by remarking on the advertising game. That is
a nail in your coffin. But it is so much a part of your Sundays that it
seems— —to suggest that it ain’t all for the slickest and loveliest, in the
loveliest streamlined world.
What would you do without advertisements? Good wines need no push.
Many of you are cocked to the eyes with tobacco; liberty, liberty, liberty,
to smoke. I’m not getting censorious. I’m only trying to get you to think
about a few things, about anything that you haven’t taken for granted, or
that you have taken for granted.
How much advertising in the United States is devoted to smoke and
synthetic liquor? Why? What started it? Advertising has [led] the
American people away from the soda cracker at ten cents a pound. Some
could be worth two— —at the turn of the century, it has led them to the
six ounce package. Six ounces of crackers and two ounces of paper
wrapping. Oh yes, hygenic wrapping.