He continued: "These people are the dependents of dependents of dependents; and nobody is independent but a few foreign
financiers
working from the other side of the Atlantic.
Ezra-Pound-Speaking
G.
K.
Chesterton's paper.
Let me be serious. Let me animadvert, or at least cite a few passages from J. Desmond Gleeson on winning the War. Oh no, not THIS war. The last war. Gleeson was writing in 1931 on winning the last war. They saw the golden sun setting in the West. They certainly did win the war and the losers stood about the shores of their ancient continent looking toward the newer continent where the world had begun splendidly again.
I prefer G. K. Chesterton's style to Gleeson's. Quote:
But though it seems a criminal thing to say the business men of America were not quite so business like as they should have been. They organized a scheme of debts due to themselves and appointed a chief debt collector, but neglected to close down all workshops in the U. S. A.
They piled up stacks of finished stuffs designed for every imaginary purpose. They anticipated the wishes and set a whole complicated and expensive process in motion that should FORCE individuals to own to the wishes that the big business man wished them to wish.
? That is a rather florid prelude, a florid way of expressing the prelude to the present mass slaughter, but go back and read it.
There were, according to Gleeson, but two ways out. Either the manufacturers must distribute their goods free of all cost . . . or they must stop the incoming tribute at least for a space. By riddin' themselves of their goods without charge they might still go on with their production. Or by cutting off the gold stream, the gold might accumulate abroad and THEN be used for purchase.
That was the end of Hoover.
The process of buying the gold with dollars, thereby robbing the American people of THEIR purchasing power as well, was another ultimate flower in the Talmudic garden.
It is not, and has not been my purpose in these talks to speak of this war as an isolated phenomenon, a bit of meteorite fallen from some other planet.
My function is to arouse a little curiosity about a PROCESS. War is PART of a process. Some men would want to know what part of a process it is, and what process it is a part OF.
#96, FCC Transcript (June 12, 1943) U. S. (C55) [THERAPY]
Some of you are trying to save a rotten system of economics and get the Jews out of it. As in the case of a man who had syphillis and wanted to cure his left arm of it without curing his right arm.
Hitler exposed the wheeze practice in every war and post-war period and sometimes between wars; namely, of cheating the public by inflation and then making the debtors pay double. Simple swindle. Man gets into debt
? in dollars worth one bushel of wheat and has to pay in dollars worth two bushels.
And the Aryan shysters in Wall Street, lone wolves, have thought they could go on forever beating the organized kikes.
Well, there are sane basis of economics. There are sane basis of ethics. Henry Ward Beecher's religion probably wasn't one of them. That is, wasn't one of them. That is, wasn't a basis of ethics. Religion reduced to border speculation is not an ethical basis.
Shucks. We can say it in less pompous words. Can we? Maybe not, damn it. But as joyriding is said to be on the wane, amongst you except for the black market purposes, try force for a change. Diversion is not open to all, but the elite might try it on Wednesdays or on alternate Wednesdays. Instead of cross word puzzles, the last refuge to your British allies.
I shall have to annoy you by remarking on the advertising game. That is a nail in your coffin. But it is so much a part of your Sundays that it seems-- --to suggest that it ain't all for the slickest and loveliest, in the loveliest streamlined world.
What would you do without advertisements? Good wines need no push. Many of you are cocked to the eyes with tobacco; liberty, liberty, liberty, to smoke. I'm not getting censorious. I'm only trying to get you to think about a few things, about anything that you haven't taken for granted, or that you have taken for granted.
How much advertising in the United States is devoted to smoke and synthetic liquor? Why? What started it? Advertising has [led] the American people away from the soda cracker at ten cents a pound. Some could be worth two-- --at the turn of the century, it has led them to the six ounce package. Six ounces of crackers and two ounces of paper wrapping. Oh yes, hygenic wrapping.
? Nobody in 200 years of American history ever got poisoned by soda crackers. Hygiene is a-- --on the unessentials. Oh yes, a few ounces of real stuff somewhere in the hygienic wrapping. The nation's booze bill and tobacco bill, the campaign seven years ago against alcohol and tobacco. There has never been a campaign against good wine in Europe, not so's you'd notice.
Artificial demand. Ruin of the nest. Ruin of the quality for sake of the profit. Raw nations, uncivilized, in the deep sense of the word. Contrast. No can-- --said the old Chinese silk merchant to the traveller who wanted to know why a certain bolt of silk was so expensive.
I bought some myself in London in 1914 of an old firm; three lots, three different kinds for three pairs of pajamas. Result, one pair went with the first washing, I kicked and got it replaced. Second lot lasted normal time or a bit over. The third pair, I've got six of them left now, after 29 years.
What I am getting at is that we, as of Shakespeare, all the quality in the product pre-date the advertising-- --which is at-- --, an attack on the just price. I know it isn't a hundred percent attack on the just price, but if by any miracle two percent of the American spirit, or six men in Congress would start thinking things out from the bottom up, you might even discover Europe and know what is going on here in Europe.
German revolution, a revolt of the-- --brothel against the-- --. American mammas have not thought of it that way. And the intelligent -- --has had 150 years of propaganda for the-- --. Disguised as romantic literature and disguised because of a falsification. At first the Romantic literature was something sane. Then it got rotten. It began with a return to nature. Purity of nature is against the rottenness of artificial society. How come it went rotten? Oh, one thing leads to another. False standards of puritanism lead to revolt, quite properly.
? It is now very hard to touch on such subjects at all without sounding like a Methodist elder or killjoy. All I can say is that nobody with a knowledge of facts can claim that I have passed my life in gloom and without a fair share of the pleasures. This is not a Salvation Army meeting. I merely maintain that I have seen more pleasure loosed on the evening air at a marshmallow roast than in any-- --de Nuit in Montmartre.
Dreary cafes, with a few worn out [hags] and the usual staff sitting around, hoping against hope that something will come in from outside and spend money; and hope dies hard. Hoping somebody will come in and entertain them or introduce a little variety.
Well, you can get Wyndham Lewis' book on what Germany was like before Hitler took over. Now just why have you had so much anti- German dope for the past 25 years? Why are you so bone ignorant of present day Italy? The advertisers, do advertisers advertise for the benefit of the public? What was being sold to you while you were being put off Europe? Why, you've been hornswoggled down the back lane into scarcity. I'm not trying to sell you anything, I'm not making a speech or delivering an argument. I'm trying to open up a chink for the light to come through. Italy has not advertised. Nobody in the United States knows anything about Italy.
What are Italians like, for example, apart from opera tenors? The Italians sit on their own base, they eat out of their own plate. You know a man here three years, suppose he is a journalist like any other. So he wrote the weekly paper over a pseudonym. Then you find out he had done a translation of Aeschylus, that is, the original. Clear as a pane of glass.
There is the Agamemnon in front of you, in front of anyone who can read Italian. You probably been put off [from? ] Aeschylus with a bum English translation by a very-- --. The-- --, as Mr. Eliot puts it, has
? [erected? ] between author and reader a barrier more impossible than the Greek language. No surprises like that can happen here in Italy.
What is the level of American general ignorance about the real nature of Italy? I leave it to you, brother. You have been misinformed about pretty nigh everything having to do with this old continent of Europe. That is why you would have done well to keep out of European affairs.
The depth of American ignorance about everything in Europe hallucinations is as bad as-- --delusions, that Europe is what Sassoon and Warburg has represented it to be, in-- --giving you cream with your oatmeal. Just like they made you [think? ] the whole of Serbia was composed of a gang of Jews, Croatian Jews in-- --and-- --. And that is, they made you believe this gang of yids with New York connections represented the farmers in Serbia.
And that goes on for the whole shabingo. You know nothing of Europe and you go on believing what Roosevelt wants you to swallow, that is to say, supposing even he knows what he wants you to swallow.
#97 (June 13, 1943) U. K. (C44) TO THE MEMORY
You do not, not officially, YET know what the war is about. And you have singularly failed to listen to the voice of reason. I don't mean to my voice. I don't mean to reason as conceived exclusively in Rapallo. I mean you have been such golthunderin' asses that you have NOT, for 40 years listened to any Englishman (or alien critic) who told you anything sensible.
I mean when I was last immersed in London, I don't want to anticipate, I don't want to claim that I possessed more judgment, or perception when I left you in 1920, than I had AT that time. Liberty is not a right but a duty. That is an Italian saying. I don't claim that I had anything more
? than a strong personal taste for personal autarchy. American anarchy and Italian Fascism, being in perfect accord about the desirability of personal autarchy. Not a right but a duty. That may be exotic, it may be alien to the British bullheadedness. You were better off when the school boys recited Macaulay and meant it. Your sense of values was probably better in those days.
But so recently as 1931, there were still voices: in fact right up till the war broke loose there were still voices, and AUDIBLE voices in England, and no one ever called Mr. Chesterton an exotic. I may in my hot youth have called him various other things. But I got over it.
Now in 1931 Mr. Chesterton was telling you, (November 21, 1931, in G. K. 's [weekly]) Mr. Chesterton wrote:
The press is a machine for destroying the public memory. When it is called the daily press, it means that it exists entirely to wash out the popular recollection of yesterday.
Public Opinion left to itself would have the proportion of perspective. It would see certain events as big, even when they are no longer new; . . . It would naturally recognize old friends or foes, the man who has figured in these affairs-- --
The great strikes and the great war, that refers [to]. He is talking of a dirty bit of work now forgotten, namely Ramsey MacDonald.
MacDonald ought to be called Mr. MacNab when he is a Bolshevik robber stealing all our goods, and then called Mr. Mackintosh when he is our beautiful shining protector against the storm of Bolshevism in the state.
The principle implied could be applied otherwhere. I don't want to divagate into flogging the dead horse MacDonald. I would willingly
? spend several evenings trying to get you to concentrate on the depth and import of G. K. C. 's opening statement.
The press, your press, is a machine for destroying the memory, the public memory. For effacing, for washing out the memory of yesterday and the day before yesterday.
Now what causes that? I mean why does the press exist for that particular purpose?
It is a great pity more people aren't isolated--as I believe you call it-- aren't in some way left once a year, for a week, with a stock of old periodicals. Just to find out what did happen, or what was written AGAINST the current, or with the current, a decade ago. No one supposes Chesterton was writing Axis propaganda in 1931 and 2. Big business depends on big bankers (Vide G. K. , Two Views of England, September 26, 1931). Big bankers who govern England as a dependency from New York, though they themselves are something non-American enough to get into a club there.
By 1931 G. K. C. had attained a concision of phrase which, had he possessed it 20 years earlier, would have prevented my juvenile rage with his views about poetry.
He continued: "These people are the dependents of dependents of dependents; and nobody is independent but a few foreign financiers working from the other side of the Atlantic. " And then with bitter irony he finished the paragraph: "This is an assurance that we shall always be masters of our destiny. " Perhaps irony is a sin, or at least a peccadillo. Perhaps Chesterton's phrase shot over the head of his readers. It seems to have shot over the top of British intelligence. "Indifference to fact," said G. K. C. , he tries to distinguish that from stupidity. "Our weakness in politics. By refusing to face the facts the English had let themselves in for being ruled by Jews, or Americans. " G. K. C. , 1931, I add "and/or Americans. "
? 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.
? #98, FCC Transcript (June 15, 1943) U. S. (C58) [OBSEQUIES]
The final, ultimate, not penultimate but terminal, definite and definitive demise of the Republican Party was announced by Heinrich Ben Cohen and Solomon Morgenthau sometime ago. The absolutely last and ultimate unwill and distestament of the corpse of the Republican elephant was published to the listening but inattentive world by little Hymie, the mute kike of our treasury. And that today Willkie is now out of a job, the job of sitting on the curbstone waiting for Jehovah to call him to a place (Henry Wallace summit) as a Jew's jockey in Washington, has evaporated.
The demi-kikes are going to deflate on their own. The Republican Party is not. As long expected by the lone wolves of Wall Street, the Republican Party is not going to be called in to officiate at the return of the holy banner. Hymie will look after that for his patrons, with no need to change office holders. Gold, gold, not a mere cross this time, but a whole grill full of dozens of crosses, a grating guaranteed to close any -- --is going to be provided right in the Democrat's home. Isn't it wonderful? And the new Unity, the universal monetary unit will be called the Tekel Upharaim, so that all Sunday School boys will feel comfy. It will be stabilized. The world's money will be the little gold dollar. No allusion to the well known brothel in-- --. The sacred name will be Unity.
Gold does not fluctuate. Uh, doesn't it? Well, there are some tiresome tables but you can [bet] your boots, if you have any boots by that time, you can bet your automobile tires and underwear in perfect safety, that everything else will. I mean, the prices of every other goldarned thing on the market or off the market or in the highjacker's van will fluctuate, right up and down, and there will be a B. O. such as never-- --in the American sky. The advantages of a one standard system were understood years ago, a century and more ago, by Samuel Loyd. And
? 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
? something, as a reward for long and infamous service to financiers. But the old party will be no more. Ham Fish will be reduced to the status of a Shindwell in England. Mr. Vandenburg will retire, and the universal gold standard, the price of foodstuffs, and clothing fluctuating in Fall River and Sweden will reign from Kentucky to Cawnpore, if you are still in possession of Cawnpore. And the war with Russia will be imminent and stay imminent until it breaks out.
But in the meantime there will be hot money to be made in providing Russia with the latest tanks and armaments. But there is or should be grief in Republican circles, because the banker's conspiracy, the-- -- wheel, the control of currency wheel, is a game to be manipulated right in the Democratic circle, right in our Democratic party's home circle, and perhaps Hymie has his eye on the White House. After all, between one Henry or another, what does it matter? Henry the seventh, Henry the eighth, both of them Tudors, both of them in the tradition. Henry or Hank, the Vice-President Hymie or Henry, the Vice President Henry or Henry Heinie Ben Morgenthau ben Solomon Isaac, what does it matter? Both parties have sinned. And now the Republicans are in for another skin deal, but it is their pelt that is up at auction. All hail the Soviet Paradise. The American slave state is to be elected on gold, under gold, and there will be still more unemployment, more than anything else you've been used to, only less of it, while the leading Republicans who are elderly men may find it hard to adjust themselves to a rapid and wicked world. Perhaps it's-- --that they should stear toward their graves. They did not hear the engine squeal. Perhaps [Ford? ] will be your next President.
#99 (June 19, 1943) U. S. (C43) WAR AIMS
You do not know WHAT you are fighting for. Europe considers you complete swine to be making war on Europe at all; and considers you
? utter asses to be diddled by the Morgenthau, Lehman combine, Seligman, Rosenman and the rest of it.
And you lose your OWN liberties faster than you deprive Europe of hers, or at least that's what it looks like.
Prosperity, American prosperity was just 'round the corner, and American prosperity has gone down the drain. Hasn't it? Mebbe your press tells you different; but in that case why is it so hard to get American papers? One bit of paper still has some life in it. I don't want to exaggerate. But looks like as if somebody out in Colorado (ColorAAAdo) had a brainwave. AMENDMENT. Three fourths of the states have to amend it. Is there a part still left of the old machinery that hasn't been rusted and rotted by Jews? Five states, very little. Straw in the wind. But I heard Illinois was amongst 'em. Mebbe it is just Schenectady hooey. Five is a long way from 36. Mebbe it is just a display of emotion. Locking the door after the blighter has got into the stable and taken out all the bran, oats and barley.
I could suggest a whole flock of amendments, as well as enforcements. In fact it is difficult to see how an amendment would be able to act where the text itself doesn't. I say difficult, not impossible. The text is known (to those who have the patience to read it, possibly one 1/100th of the denizens). They forget it, save in a few western states. I think somebody in Dakoty once read it. The Constitution. However that don't mean that a new amendment wouldn't get enough publicity to prevent a vast movement to suspend the amendment in favor of Trilby. Yes, yes, his middle name is Trilby, he writes it Franklin T. Roosevelt.
However, the removal of one hypnotized lunkus, for the sake of inserting another hypnotized lunkus or rabbit, might not bring total salvation, might not bring sudden salvation.
? And prosperity was just 'round the corner, and now it is out guarding Persian railroads, Iran, used to be Persia. Now it is part of the Soviet Russia, with American troops guarding the railways in order to bring the good life to Arkansas. Looks like Montana had slipped into Texas, and the American people ate loco-weed, in default of canned goods from Mr. Armour.
Do you YET sigh for the good old days, when you could write letters uncensored, or telegraph to Mama, without having a permit? I told you, I dun told you communications would be difficult. No American boys will be sent to die on foreign fields. O Ma, O American Mama, did you hear your beloved Franklin Trilby singing that operetta?
Now I repeat to you, I go on repeating to you that when Bryan, W. J. B. , met Mr. Kitson, he said that the silver was ballyhood, to cover a deeper issue? A more basic issue, namely control of the national credit.
Well if credit is a mystery, shall we call it the power to buy? You know what the power to BUY is?
And second justice is measured by the way that the power to buy is divided between the citizens or inhabitants of a nation
And the idea of having a Congress in the beginning was that the Congress should keep an eye on JUST that component of the life, they meant it to be the GOOD life, of the nation.
And they sought out many inventions. That is history. They, that is, a gang of 'em sought out ways to diddle the people. And for 80 years the AMERICAN people resisted the wangles, in one way or another.
And now you certainly should vote for that amendment. No president to sit for more than eight years Robbing the people or presiding with a wealth of blather and falsehood over the depredations committed by the Jews in his treasury and the various other highly odorous swindles. The
? chief noise, the chief blather should be altered at least once in eight years but that ain't the arf of it deane. You need several amendments. And if Congress won t go on the air let the State Senators go on the air let the State Legislatures go on the air to compensate for the difficulties of communication, difficulties of communication by rail, by automobile, by gasless carriages, that were called horseless carriages once. You need a whole flock of amendments. You need state rights IN ACTION You need state rights put into effect put into practice UP TO the absoloot limit. I mean up to any length that don't mean dissolvin' the Union.
I say dissolvin' the Union, I don't mean the exclusion of Iran, Nepal, Bungalore, and Rhodesia from the benefits of Morgenthau's administration. One continent at a time. When you can trust the kahal, the Baruchs, the Rothschilds, Lehmans, Seligmans, Sassoons, and other importations ancient and modern from the sewers of Pal'stine, and the Ghettoes of Cawnpore, when you can trust the high kikery, high kahalery in Washington and the Bowery, and Fifth Avenue. What, only ten million yidds in America, said the American lady, why surely, why from 50th Street to 59th Street on Fifth Avenue, you hardly hear English spoken. She was a recent arrival in Rome, kicked out with her husband, who was European. Still IS European. Well, when you can trust these big noses to govern America, without enslaving and bleeding the Aryan population, mebbe it will be time to send your sturdy sons to die in the foreign desert and to collect dividends for Kuhn Loeb and Co. , in East Africa.
But in the meantime pass the amendment, pass a whole flock of amendments: let the individual states take a hand in governing and allotting the purchasing power of their OWN inhabitants. Let the producers eat of their produce.
Just 'round the corner, pie in the sky. Where ARE your pathologists? Henceforth, as it can be retroactive, as you did not put him away, henceforth, grow wise by experience, and when any man refrains from,
? when any man eschews peace IN the present tense on the excuse that he wants to prevent his great grandchildren having a war, send for the DOCTOR, don't send for Rosenman, send for the doctor, for a responsible doctor.
And study the development of criminal process, say from the time of the Dreyfus case to the present. Where, for example, did the gangsters get their system of getting criminals OUT of quo.
That is no novelty. Which of you has studied the development of the technique of gangster organization?
#100, FCC Transcript (June 20, 1943) U. K. (C45) [ON BRAINS OR MEDULLA]
They murmured of money. It wasn't very enlightening. It was almost as if they wanted to free themselves of the reproach of never having mentioned the subject. And they also mentioned the universal language -- --name has been breathed into the ambient British air.
Let me be serious. Let me animadvert, or at least cite a few passages from J. Desmond Gleeson on winning the War. Oh no, not THIS war. The last war. Gleeson was writing in 1931 on winning the last war. They saw the golden sun setting in the West. They certainly did win the war and the losers stood about the shores of their ancient continent looking toward the newer continent where the world had begun splendidly again.
I prefer G. K. Chesterton's style to Gleeson's. Quote:
But though it seems a criminal thing to say the business men of America were not quite so business like as they should have been. They organized a scheme of debts due to themselves and appointed a chief debt collector, but neglected to close down all workshops in the U. S. A.
They piled up stacks of finished stuffs designed for every imaginary purpose. They anticipated the wishes and set a whole complicated and expensive process in motion that should FORCE individuals to own to the wishes that the big business man wished them to wish.
? That is a rather florid prelude, a florid way of expressing the prelude to the present mass slaughter, but go back and read it.
There were, according to Gleeson, but two ways out. Either the manufacturers must distribute their goods free of all cost . . . or they must stop the incoming tribute at least for a space. By riddin' themselves of their goods without charge they might still go on with their production. Or by cutting off the gold stream, the gold might accumulate abroad and THEN be used for purchase.
That was the end of Hoover.
The process of buying the gold with dollars, thereby robbing the American people of THEIR purchasing power as well, was another ultimate flower in the Talmudic garden.
It is not, and has not been my purpose in these talks to speak of this war as an isolated phenomenon, a bit of meteorite fallen from some other planet.
My function is to arouse a little curiosity about a PROCESS. War is PART of a process. Some men would want to know what part of a process it is, and what process it is a part OF.
#96, FCC Transcript (June 12, 1943) U. S. (C55) [THERAPY]
Some of you are trying to save a rotten system of economics and get the Jews out of it. As in the case of a man who had syphillis and wanted to cure his left arm of it without curing his right arm.
Hitler exposed the wheeze practice in every war and post-war period and sometimes between wars; namely, of cheating the public by inflation and then making the debtors pay double. Simple swindle. Man gets into debt
? in dollars worth one bushel of wheat and has to pay in dollars worth two bushels.
And the Aryan shysters in Wall Street, lone wolves, have thought they could go on forever beating the organized kikes.
Well, there are sane basis of economics. There are sane basis of ethics. Henry Ward Beecher's religion probably wasn't one of them. That is, wasn't one of them. That is, wasn't a basis of ethics. Religion reduced to border speculation is not an ethical basis.
Shucks. We can say it in less pompous words. Can we? Maybe not, damn it. But as joyriding is said to be on the wane, amongst you except for the black market purposes, try force for a change. Diversion is not open to all, but the elite might try it on Wednesdays or on alternate Wednesdays. Instead of cross word puzzles, the last refuge to your British allies.
I shall have to annoy you by remarking on the advertising game. That is a nail in your coffin. But it is so much a part of your Sundays that it seems-- --to suggest that it ain't all for the slickest and loveliest, in the loveliest streamlined world.
What would you do without advertisements? Good wines need no push. Many of you are cocked to the eyes with tobacco; liberty, liberty, liberty, to smoke. I'm not getting censorious. I'm only trying to get you to think about a few things, about anything that you haven't taken for granted, or that you have taken for granted.
How much advertising in the United States is devoted to smoke and synthetic liquor? Why? What started it? Advertising has [led] the American people away from the soda cracker at ten cents a pound. Some could be worth two-- --at the turn of the century, it has led them to the six ounce package. Six ounces of crackers and two ounces of paper wrapping. Oh yes, hygenic wrapping.
? Nobody in 200 years of American history ever got poisoned by soda crackers. Hygiene is a-- --on the unessentials. Oh yes, a few ounces of real stuff somewhere in the hygienic wrapping. The nation's booze bill and tobacco bill, the campaign seven years ago against alcohol and tobacco. There has never been a campaign against good wine in Europe, not so's you'd notice.
Artificial demand. Ruin of the nest. Ruin of the quality for sake of the profit. Raw nations, uncivilized, in the deep sense of the word. Contrast. No can-- --said the old Chinese silk merchant to the traveller who wanted to know why a certain bolt of silk was so expensive.
I bought some myself in London in 1914 of an old firm; three lots, three different kinds for three pairs of pajamas. Result, one pair went with the first washing, I kicked and got it replaced. Second lot lasted normal time or a bit over. The third pair, I've got six of them left now, after 29 years.
What I am getting at is that we, as of Shakespeare, all the quality in the product pre-date the advertising-- --which is at-- --, an attack on the just price. I know it isn't a hundred percent attack on the just price, but if by any miracle two percent of the American spirit, or six men in Congress would start thinking things out from the bottom up, you might even discover Europe and know what is going on here in Europe.
German revolution, a revolt of the-- --brothel against the-- --. American mammas have not thought of it that way. And the intelligent -- --has had 150 years of propaganda for the-- --. Disguised as romantic literature and disguised because of a falsification. At first the Romantic literature was something sane. Then it got rotten. It began with a return to nature. Purity of nature is against the rottenness of artificial society. How come it went rotten? Oh, one thing leads to another. False standards of puritanism lead to revolt, quite properly.
? It is now very hard to touch on such subjects at all without sounding like a Methodist elder or killjoy. All I can say is that nobody with a knowledge of facts can claim that I have passed my life in gloom and without a fair share of the pleasures. This is not a Salvation Army meeting. I merely maintain that I have seen more pleasure loosed on the evening air at a marshmallow roast than in any-- --de Nuit in Montmartre.
Dreary cafes, with a few worn out [hags] and the usual staff sitting around, hoping against hope that something will come in from outside and spend money; and hope dies hard. Hoping somebody will come in and entertain them or introduce a little variety.
Well, you can get Wyndham Lewis' book on what Germany was like before Hitler took over. Now just why have you had so much anti- German dope for the past 25 years? Why are you so bone ignorant of present day Italy? The advertisers, do advertisers advertise for the benefit of the public? What was being sold to you while you were being put off Europe? Why, you've been hornswoggled down the back lane into scarcity. I'm not trying to sell you anything, I'm not making a speech or delivering an argument. I'm trying to open up a chink for the light to come through. Italy has not advertised. Nobody in the United States knows anything about Italy.
What are Italians like, for example, apart from opera tenors? The Italians sit on their own base, they eat out of their own plate. You know a man here three years, suppose he is a journalist like any other. So he wrote the weekly paper over a pseudonym. Then you find out he had done a translation of Aeschylus, that is, the original. Clear as a pane of glass.
There is the Agamemnon in front of you, in front of anyone who can read Italian. You probably been put off [from? ] Aeschylus with a bum English translation by a very-- --. The-- --, as Mr. Eliot puts it, has
? [erected? ] between author and reader a barrier more impossible than the Greek language. No surprises like that can happen here in Italy.
What is the level of American general ignorance about the real nature of Italy? I leave it to you, brother. You have been misinformed about pretty nigh everything having to do with this old continent of Europe. That is why you would have done well to keep out of European affairs.
The depth of American ignorance about everything in Europe hallucinations is as bad as-- --delusions, that Europe is what Sassoon and Warburg has represented it to be, in-- --giving you cream with your oatmeal. Just like they made you [think? ] the whole of Serbia was composed of a gang of Jews, Croatian Jews in-- --and-- --. And that is, they made you believe this gang of yids with New York connections represented the farmers in Serbia.
And that goes on for the whole shabingo. You know nothing of Europe and you go on believing what Roosevelt wants you to swallow, that is to say, supposing even he knows what he wants you to swallow.
#97 (June 13, 1943) U. K. (C44) TO THE MEMORY
You do not, not officially, YET know what the war is about. And you have singularly failed to listen to the voice of reason. I don't mean to my voice. I don't mean to reason as conceived exclusively in Rapallo. I mean you have been such golthunderin' asses that you have NOT, for 40 years listened to any Englishman (or alien critic) who told you anything sensible.
I mean when I was last immersed in London, I don't want to anticipate, I don't want to claim that I possessed more judgment, or perception when I left you in 1920, than I had AT that time. Liberty is not a right but a duty. That is an Italian saying. I don't claim that I had anything more
? than a strong personal taste for personal autarchy. American anarchy and Italian Fascism, being in perfect accord about the desirability of personal autarchy. Not a right but a duty. That may be exotic, it may be alien to the British bullheadedness. You were better off when the school boys recited Macaulay and meant it. Your sense of values was probably better in those days.
But so recently as 1931, there were still voices: in fact right up till the war broke loose there were still voices, and AUDIBLE voices in England, and no one ever called Mr. Chesterton an exotic. I may in my hot youth have called him various other things. But I got over it.
Now in 1931 Mr. Chesterton was telling you, (November 21, 1931, in G. K. 's [weekly]) Mr. Chesterton wrote:
The press is a machine for destroying the public memory. When it is called the daily press, it means that it exists entirely to wash out the popular recollection of yesterday.
Public Opinion left to itself would have the proportion of perspective. It would see certain events as big, even when they are no longer new; . . . It would naturally recognize old friends or foes, the man who has figured in these affairs-- --
The great strikes and the great war, that refers [to]. He is talking of a dirty bit of work now forgotten, namely Ramsey MacDonald.
MacDonald ought to be called Mr. MacNab when he is a Bolshevik robber stealing all our goods, and then called Mr. Mackintosh when he is our beautiful shining protector against the storm of Bolshevism in the state.
The principle implied could be applied otherwhere. I don't want to divagate into flogging the dead horse MacDonald. I would willingly
? spend several evenings trying to get you to concentrate on the depth and import of G. K. C. 's opening statement.
The press, your press, is a machine for destroying the memory, the public memory. For effacing, for washing out the memory of yesterday and the day before yesterday.
Now what causes that? I mean why does the press exist for that particular purpose?
It is a great pity more people aren't isolated--as I believe you call it-- aren't in some way left once a year, for a week, with a stock of old periodicals. Just to find out what did happen, or what was written AGAINST the current, or with the current, a decade ago. No one supposes Chesterton was writing Axis propaganda in 1931 and 2. Big business depends on big bankers (Vide G. K. , Two Views of England, September 26, 1931). Big bankers who govern England as a dependency from New York, though they themselves are something non-American enough to get into a club there.
By 1931 G. K. C. had attained a concision of phrase which, had he possessed it 20 years earlier, would have prevented my juvenile rage with his views about poetry.
He continued: "These people are the dependents of dependents of dependents; and nobody is independent but a few foreign financiers working from the other side of the Atlantic. " And then with bitter irony he finished the paragraph: "This is an assurance that we shall always be masters of our destiny. " Perhaps irony is a sin, or at least a peccadillo. Perhaps Chesterton's phrase shot over the head of his readers. It seems to have shot over the top of British intelligence. "Indifference to fact," said G. K. C. , he tries to distinguish that from stupidity. "Our weakness in politics. By refusing to face the facts the English had let themselves in for being ruled by Jews, or Americans. " G. K. C. , 1931, I add "and/or Americans. "
? 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.
? #98, FCC Transcript (June 15, 1943) U. S. (C58) [OBSEQUIES]
The final, ultimate, not penultimate but terminal, definite and definitive demise of the Republican Party was announced by Heinrich Ben Cohen and Solomon Morgenthau sometime ago. The absolutely last and ultimate unwill and distestament of the corpse of the Republican elephant was published to the listening but inattentive world by little Hymie, the mute kike of our treasury. And that today Willkie is now out of a job, the job of sitting on the curbstone waiting for Jehovah to call him to a place (Henry Wallace summit) as a Jew's jockey in Washington, has evaporated.
The demi-kikes are going to deflate on their own. The Republican Party is not. As long expected by the lone wolves of Wall Street, the Republican Party is not going to be called in to officiate at the return of the holy banner. Hymie will look after that for his patrons, with no need to change office holders. Gold, gold, not a mere cross this time, but a whole grill full of dozens of crosses, a grating guaranteed to close any -- --is going to be provided right in the Democrat's home. Isn't it wonderful? And the new Unity, the universal monetary unit will be called the Tekel Upharaim, so that all Sunday School boys will feel comfy. It will be stabilized. The world's money will be the little gold dollar. No allusion to the well known brothel in-- --. The sacred name will be Unity.
Gold does not fluctuate. Uh, doesn't it? Well, there are some tiresome tables but you can [bet] your boots, if you have any boots by that time, you can bet your automobile tires and underwear in perfect safety, that everything else will. I mean, the prices of every other goldarned thing on the market or off the market or in the highjacker's van will fluctuate, right up and down, and there will be a B. O. such as never-- --in the American sky. The advantages of a one standard system were understood years ago, a century and more ago, by Samuel Loyd. And
? 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
? something, as a reward for long and infamous service to financiers. But the old party will be no more. Ham Fish will be reduced to the status of a Shindwell in England. Mr. Vandenburg will retire, and the universal gold standard, the price of foodstuffs, and clothing fluctuating in Fall River and Sweden will reign from Kentucky to Cawnpore, if you are still in possession of Cawnpore. And the war with Russia will be imminent and stay imminent until it breaks out.
But in the meantime there will be hot money to be made in providing Russia with the latest tanks and armaments. But there is or should be grief in Republican circles, because the banker's conspiracy, the-- -- wheel, the control of currency wheel, is a game to be manipulated right in the Democratic circle, right in our Democratic party's home circle, and perhaps Hymie has his eye on the White House. After all, between one Henry or another, what does it matter? Henry the seventh, Henry the eighth, both of them Tudors, both of them in the tradition. Henry or Hank, the Vice-President Hymie or Henry, the Vice President Henry or Henry Heinie Ben Morgenthau ben Solomon Isaac, what does it matter? Both parties have sinned. And now the Republicans are in for another skin deal, but it is their pelt that is up at auction. All hail the Soviet Paradise. The American slave state is to be elected on gold, under gold, and there will be still more unemployment, more than anything else you've been used to, only less of it, while the leading Republicans who are elderly men may find it hard to adjust themselves to a rapid and wicked world. Perhaps it's-- --that they should stear toward their graves. They did not hear the engine squeal. Perhaps [Ford? ] will be your next President.
#99 (June 19, 1943) U. S. (C43) WAR AIMS
You do not know WHAT you are fighting for. Europe considers you complete swine to be making war on Europe at all; and considers you
? utter asses to be diddled by the Morgenthau, Lehman combine, Seligman, Rosenman and the rest of it.
And you lose your OWN liberties faster than you deprive Europe of hers, or at least that's what it looks like.
Prosperity, American prosperity was just 'round the corner, and American prosperity has gone down the drain. Hasn't it? Mebbe your press tells you different; but in that case why is it so hard to get American papers? One bit of paper still has some life in it. I don't want to exaggerate. But looks like as if somebody out in Colorado (ColorAAAdo) had a brainwave. AMENDMENT. Three fourths of the states have to amend it. Is there a part still left of the old machinery that hasn't been rusted and rotted by Jews? Five states, very little. Straw in the wind. But I heard Illinois was amongst 'em. Mebbe it is just Schenectady hooey. Five is a long way from 36. Mebbe it is just a display of emotion. Locking the door after the blighter has got into the stable and taken out all the bran, oats and barley.
I could suggest a whole flock of amendments, as well as enforcements. In fact it is difficult to see how an amendment would be able to act where the text itself doesn't. I say difficult, not impossible. The text is known (to those who have the patience to read it, possibly one 1/100th of the denizens). They forget it, save in a few western states. I think somebody in Dakoty once read it. The Constitution. However that don't mean that a new amendment wouldn't get enough publicity to prevent a vast movement to suspend the amendment in favor of Trilby. Yes, yes, his middle name is Trilby, he writes it Franklin T. Roosevelt.
However, the removal of one hypnotized lunkus, for the sake of inserting another hypnotized lunkus or rabbit, might not bring total salvation, might not bring sudden salvation.
? And prosperity was just 'round the corner, and now it is out guarding Persian railroads, Iran, used to be Persia. Now it is part of the Soviet Russia, with American troops guarding the railways in order to bring the good life to Arkansas. Looks like Montana had slipped into Texas, and the American people ate loco-weed, in default of canned goods from Mr. Armour.
Do you YET sigh for the good old days, when you could write letters uncensored, or telegraph to Mama, without having a permit? I told you, I dun told you communications would be difficult. No American boys will be sent to die on foreign fields. O Ma, O American Mama, did you hear your beloved Franklin Trilby singing that operetta?
Now I repeat to you, I go on repeating to you that when Bryan, W. J. B. , met Mr. Kitson, he said that the silver was ballyhood, to cover a deeper issue? A more basic issue, namely control of the national credit.
Well if credit is a mystery, shall we call it the power to buy? You know what the power to BUY is?
And second justice is measured by the way that the power to buy is divided between the citizens or inhabitants of a nation
And the idea of having a Congress in the beginning was that the Congress should keep an eye on JUST that component of the life, they meant it to be the GOOD life, of the nation.
And they sought out many inventions. That is history. They, that is, a gang of 'em sought out ways to diddle the people. And for 80 years the AMERICAN people resisted the wangles, in one way or another.
And now you certainly should vote for that amendment. No president to sit for more than eight years Robbing the people or presiding with a wealth of blather and falsehood over the depredations committed by the Jews in his treasury and the various other highly odorous swindles. The
? chief noise, the chief blather should be altered at least once in eight years but that ain't the arf of it deane. You need several amendments. And if Congress won t go on the air let the State Senators go on the air let the State Legislatures go on the air to compensate for the difficulties of communication, difficulties of communication by rail, by automobile, by gasless carriages, that were called horseless carriages once. You need a whole flock of amendments. You need state rights IN ACTION You need state rights put into effect put into practice UP TO the absoloot limit. I mean up to any length that don't mean dissolvin' the Union.
I say dissolvin' the Union, I don't mean the exclusion of Iran, Nepal, Bungalore, and Rhodesia from the benefits of Morgenthau's administration. One continent at a time. When you can trust the kahal, the Baruchs, the Rothschilds, Lehmans, Seligmans, Sassoons, and other importations ancient and modern from the sewers of Pal'stine, and the Ghettoes of Cawnpore, when you can trust the high kikery, high kahalery in Washington and the Bowery, and Fifth Avenue. What, only ten million yidds in America, said the American lady, why surely, why from 50th Street to 59th Street on Fifth Avenue, you hardly hear English spoken. She was a recent arrival in Rome, kicked out with her husband, who was European. Still IS European. Well, when you can trust these big noses to govern America, without enslaving and bleeding the Aryan population, mebbe it will be time to send your sturdy sons to die in the foreign desert and to collect dividends for Kuhn Loeb and Co. , in East Africa.
But in the meantime pass the amendment, pass a whole flock of amendments: let the individual states take a hand in governing and allotting the purchasing power of their OWN inhabitants. Let the producers eat of their produce.
Just 'round the corner, pie in the sky. Where ARE your pathologists? Henceforth, as it can be retroactive, as you did not put him away, henceforth, grow wise by experience, and when any man refrains from,
? when any man eschews peace IN the present tense on the excuse that he wants to prevent his great grandchildren having a war, send for the DOCTOR, don't send for Rosenman, send for the doctor, for a responsible doctor.
And study the development of criminal process, say from the time of the Dreyfus case to the present. Where, for example, did the gangsters get their system of getting criminals OUT of quo.
That is no novelty. Which of you has studied the development of the technique of gangster organization?
#100, FCC Transcript (June 20, 1943) U. K. (C45) [ON BRAINS OR MEDULLA]
They murmured of money. It wasn't very enlightening. It was almost as if they wanted to free themselves of the reproach of never having mentioned the subject. And they also mentioned the universal language -- --name has been breathed into the ambient British air.
