LAST DITCH OF DEMOCRACY - Majority Rights

But as my compatriots are now ruled by Jews, and by the dirtiest dirt
from the bottom of the Jew’s ash can, I suppose it comes to the same
thing. The Anglo-Saxon race in both its cousinly branches is bloody well
hog tied by Rothschild. More is the pity, Goyim or cattle, milked,
skinned alive, hog tied, sent out to the slaughter or drowned like blind
mice in the steerage, to keep up the usual swindles. Usury at 60% being
the quietest. Control of national credit by sheenies, silver wheeze, and
the gold sheeze. The gold or the silver, what does the corpse care for the
nails in its coffin, made of amethyst, make ’em with ruby heads, and nail
shafts of platinum? Or dole ’em out in the market, like de Beers pebbles.
The point is Chesterton was writing in England, for England ten and
twelve years ago. He was not writin’ Axis propaganda. He may have
been writin’ mankind propaganda, withstanding the all engulfing filth
from 2 Little Essex Street from which rock, or lighthouse, it would seem
like as if the light no longer shines. At any rate it don’t get quoted: not
on the B.B.C.
Now it would be a pity if all that was England, all that made England
worth being England were to be submerged by the Kikes of New York.
By the filth that you have bred in your bosom, for over a century you
have caressed, and encouraged this syphilis, you have bred up this
bubonic plague, and shipped it over to Wall Street. You did NOTHING,
nothing what bloody ever to cure it. It infected the world and made
England’s name accursed from Pretoria to Singapore and Calcutta. And
then its centre shifted across the Atlantic. So we owe you no gratitude if
it is now gnawing American vitals.
Still it would be a pity if you sank under an order that has completely
lost all classic culture—all that was best of England—as proof that the
British press has succeeded in its mission of effacement.