LAST DITCH OF DEMOCRACY - Majority Rights

But wouldn’t it have been a sight easier if he and his 12000 fellow
recliners in the Genfangenenlager had STARTED readin’ my economics
just a bit SOONER?
I ask particularly my American hearers, whether the START on the new
economics, which would have PREVENTED the war and let the now so
mangy ole worm eaten Trafalgar lion go on lying down with the French
Rooster, and the assorted eagles of Europe; and left the old Killyloo bird
screechin’ away on the 4th of July every summer, and no bone broken,
and a lot fewer oil ships sunk, and more cars on the American roads, and
more rubber for tires. And abundance, no longer potential: but real.
Wouldn’t it have been bit nicer?
Mr. Brown, known as Buffalo Bill, tellin’ you I am in propaganda.
Waal, damn it all, I was runnin’ this SAME propaganda, back before
Hitler became Chancellor of the Reich.
I don’t mean I dug down into it, not down to the bottom, I was leadin’
the pleasant life, and to men like Hitler and Mussolini, if they had ever
got wind of my bein’ here, they would have thought me a possibly
harmless eccentric. HOWever, in my perlite and refined manner, I did
try to do a spot of work educatin’, here or there, puttin’ in a drop of
enlightenment.
I didn’t go in hell for leather, economics EXCLUSIVE, straight at once.
I had to find out how the old show was runnin’. Runnin’ DOWN.
I say it was runnin’ DOWN. I began to say that in my poetry. “This
land turns evil slowly.”
Treatin’ it by way of young man’s intuition, I said something about
getting the SENSE of a city, like the savage hunter has the sense of the
forest. Somethin’ was running DOWN.