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Among the migratory workers each job has equal number of idle men waiting in sight -- how many are hid away in the "sylvan dells" is anybody's guess. One-third working? How about shortening the day two-thirds? It is claimed "one-third of the working class can support the millionaires in the style to which they are accustomed." -- I believe it, but why not forget the millionaires for a spell and throw a little bait to your brother and fellow worker now idle and in want. They can't eat battleships or phoney democracy. Charity soup isn't much better. Rainbow hued coffee and missile-biscuits! Red-tape and red-herring. ["It was the noble fireman -- We knew that he was dead; For both his legs was missing And -- we couldn't find his head."] [underlined] The marshal says the Bremen is sunk and if we are around the jungles tomorrow, he'll take us into protective custody. (carnival in town -- yippee!)

[No doubt the owl did use his head And yet refused to move his jaw: "The more he saw, the less he said; The less he said, the more he saw."--] [underlined]

England workers will have a tough time feeding the raft of commercial blue bloods (exploiters) after the colonies cease dishing-up hand-outs to them The set-up presupposes support from several nations and when that support is denied them (shortly) they will becomes as if top heavy for the decimated Britons to support -- I wonder if they know how to bum. Self (greed) is what causes the sparrows to scrap over a piece of bread -- and yet that piece of bread is big enough to feed dozen birds.