LAST DITCH OF DEMOCRACY - Majority Rights

Clever Kikes runnin’ ALL our communication system. Simple-hearted
Wallaces and Wickards, trying to do good to the farmer; without gittin’
down to bedrock. OF course there are scandals about Army contracts,
and for defense of the Volga and the Yangtze-Kiang River in China.
Where the WHOLE system is founded on fraud, fraud will crop up in
the details. Does any man of my age reflect on the theory prevalent when
I was in college, namely that you GOT TO BE dishonest to git on in
business? What caused that theory at the turn of the century?
It warn’t there in 1776. I’ll say it WAS NOT. When you git a minority of
Americans, that is, a large enough minority, to KNOW why it is
tommyrot to issue all national purchasing power as INTEREST payin’
debt, the nation will lay off so doing, and thereafter men can live, and
carry on business without being told to run crooked. Without young men
being advised to run crooked. You got to define your terms, define your
words, think what money will BUY (as that constitutes the value of
money). All that is part of a nation’s INTERNAL structure.
But in the immediate foreground, get it into your block that the U.S.A.
has not been livin’ for a thousand years NEXT door to ALIEN races,
formed, compacted with relatively clear national or tribal frontiers. We
are all intermixed, interwoven, livin’ next door to each other. We do
NOT need more land, we may need land improvement. If you go on
destroyin’ and urging others to DESTROY, you will need more
production. Don’t believe me if you don’t want to, but do at least look
into facts of American history. Why was the U.S. founded? How come
we had any colonial architecture, any American craftsmanship?
What part did local colonies’ groups of different European races take in
the development, in the foundation of what made our life worth livin’?
You look into that, before you go shootin’ Frenchmen at Dakar, or
keepin’ up dope sales in the Orient. You can’t go to war without small
meanness to SOME of the neighbors. You get het up over the sorrows of