LAST DITCH OF DEMOCRACY - Majority Rights

this time there will be no competition. The price of farm products will
go up and down. There will be plenty of people out of work, so that you
can get people to work for nothing or near it. There will be plenty of
strike-breakers’ unions, the vulgar people who work, the rustic folk who
toil in the fields, the Polish folk who [go?] down to an office and work
over [ledgers?] will have nothing, nothing what-bloody-ever to say
about the wage to be paid for their labor, or the relation of the wage to
the price of what they buy, or what they can buy, or what they would
have to buy if they wish to eat and wear clothes. There will be plenty of
men out of jobs to replace them. Ain’t that what Mark Hanna wanted?
The Republican principles will have been saved, but the party, the old
ghost of an elephant, will not be in on the reception. Of course, some of
its components will have been spared. A Scandinavian once said to me,
“There aren’t any Scandinavians who would put his money into gold
mines.” He said to me, “Republican Party, hell. 14 Jews on their
committee.” If there were six, they would be running the whole of it.
And some members would have been satisfied, perhaps like Knox and
Stimson, they would be burned on the seats of the cushion. But the old
equine members, the old horses of battle, the lesser orders of the
Republican Party will be way out in the cornfield. The Demi’s will
deflate on their own. And the name of the new [abattoir?] will be called
the world’s uniform currency. To be managed on the interests of whom?
The Republicans are not the sole goat. England is one goat. Thirty-two
other nations are being sheparded toward shearing field and the slaughter
house. Gold and more gold. Those among you who sold business short
and went into national bonds will come home again. The dollars that
were sent abroad to buy gold will come again, worth twice or more than
they were at the rate of export, and Democracy shall be holy.
Mr. Morgenthau or Bill Solomon-Isaacs Smith may replace Mr. Wallace
as the white-haired, the oncoming darling. You may at least have openly
and avowedly at last have a full-blooded circumsized kike in the White
House to celebrate annually the defeat of Jim Blaine. Mr. Hoover will be
given a post of honor as bellboy’s assistant [maid?] in the Senate or