LAST DITCH OF DEMOCRACY - Majority Rights

I unhooked my radio the other night and the word REVOLUTION came
floatin’ over the ambient air. Very English voice, usin’ the word RE VO
LU TION.
And I thought, yaaas, very nice but HOW’ ? How CAN they revolute.
Conjure up to my mind the pale grey light in Kensington Gardens, and
the gulls floatin’ over the round pond, and the so very quiet demeanor of
the nicely dressed females that used to float up the broadwalk, along
about 1910. How CAN THEY revolute?
Yaas, I hear Bela Kun was over in England, he was a revolution, bloody
murder and all the trimmings. But does Kensington revolute?
I am so old I can remember the end of the nineteenth century, that is the
century before this one that is gettin’ on to be nigh half gone. How
impressed the American visitors were by the beef-eaters in the Tower,
and the teacups at Windsor and Stratford-on-Avon, with the coats of
arms glazed into the chimney, and the quiet lawn in the park, and a time
when the Route du Roi wasn’t so rotten. The Row, not of course that I
knew the riders, save occasionally Mr. Cunninghame Graham, a fine
figure on horse back, and ole Colonel Jackson, suggestin’ I should dine
at his club, he wantin’ to see the expressions on the faces of his
contemporaries when faced with the vorticist movement. Well, all that
must be fairly well bygone.
The question is how do folks revolute ? The Rooshians do it with fire
and sword, and very unpleasant tortures. Very unEnglish, as England
used to be in my memory. How DO you revolute?
Can you revolute without contacts, without collaboration, without
COMMUNICATION ? I think not.
Yaas, there is Cripps. He didn’t use to be there so much. In fact my sole
memory of Stafford is secondhand, old Nelly Weaver saying “A