Human Beings Suffer Agonies, And Their Sad

American Journalism Is A Class Institution, Serving The Rich And Spurning The Poor.

The Old Wanderlust Had Gotten Into His Blood, The Joy Of The Unbound Life, The Joy Of Seeking, Of Hoping Without Limit.

The Private Control Of Credit Is The Modern Form Of Slavery.

So The Laws Of Good Driving Forbade You To Go Off The Magic Ribbon Except In Extreme Emergencies. You Were Ethically Entitled To Several Inches Of Margin At The Right-hand Edge; And The Man Approaching You Was Entitled To An Equal Number Of Inches; Which Left A Remainder Of Inches Between The Two Projectiles As They Shot By. It Sounds Risky As One Tells It, But The Heavens Are Run On The Basis Of Similar Calculations, And While Collisions Do Happen, They Leave Time Enough In Between For Universes To Be Formed, And Successful Careers Conducted By Men Of Affairs.

Journalism Is One Of The Devices Whereby Industrial Autocracy Keeps Its Control Over Political Democracy; It Is The Day-by-day, Between-elections Propaganda, Whereby The Minds Of The People Are Kept In A State Of Acquiescence, So That When The Crisis Of An Election Comes, They Go To The Polls And Cast Their Ballots For Either One Of The Two Candidates Of Their Exploiters.