I Am The Last Person Whom It

It Is Like Watching A Nation Busily Engaged In Heaping Up Its Own Funeral Pyre. So Insane Are We That We Actually Permit Unmarried Persons To Immigrate For The Purpose Of Founding A Family With Spouses And Fiancées Whom They Have Never Seen.

When We Look At The Astonishing Material Achievements Of The West. We See These Things As The Result, Not Of Compulsion Or Government Action Or The Superior Wisdom Of A Few, But Of That System Of Competition And Free Enterprise, Rewarding Success And Penalising Failure, Which Enables Every Individual To Participate By His Private Decisions In Shaping The Future Of His Society.

I Do Here In The Most Solemn And Bitter Manner Curse The Prime Minister Of England [sic] For Having Cumulated All His Other Betrayals Of The National Interest And Honour, By His Last Terrible Exhibition Of Dishonour, Weakness And Gullibility. The Depths Of Infamy Which Our Accurst "love Of Peace" Can Lower Us Are Unfathomable.

As I Look Ahead, I Am Filled With Foreboding. Like The Roman, I Seem To See "the River Tiber Foaming With Much Blood.

No Battle Is Worth Fighting Except The Last One.