And The Men That Were Boys When

Here Richly, With Ridiculous Display, The Politician's Corpse Was Laid Away. While All Of His Acquaintance Sneered And Slanged I Wept: For I Had Longed To See Him Hanged.

Wherever The Industrial System Has Reached Its Second Generation It Is Threatened By Two Mortal Perils. The First Is The Demand By An Organized Proletariat For Sustenance Without Relation To The Product Of Its Labor; A Demand Which Threatens The Very Existence Of Profit (on The Necessary Presumption Of Which Capitalism Reposes). The Second, And Immediately Graver Danger Is That Of A Revolt For The Confiscation Of The Means Of Production.

Whatever Happens, We Have Got The Maxim Gun, And They Have Not.

The Old Freedom Sufficiently Survives In The Mind Of The Wage Earner To Give Him The Illusion That, While Accepting Insurance And Maintenance From The Capitalist State, He Can Still Be A Full Citizen. He Thinks He Can Have His Cake And Eat It Too. He Is Mistaken. The Great Capitalists Who Procured These Regulations From The Politicians Knew What They Were At. They Were Catching Their Proletariat In A Net, And Now They Hold It Fast.

Pale Ebenezer Thought It Wrong To Fight. But Roaring Bill, Who Killed Him, Thought It Right.