1941: Don’t fall for that “Lend Lease” baloney. It was bad enough when the Democrats were giving away free soup to good-for-nothing Reds and hobos, and even giving commie actors taxpayer money to make lefty “Living Newspapers.” Now Old No-Legs Roosevelt is trying to get us into war with the Germans! All that banana oil about helping a neighbor with a garden hose — don’t you believe it. Those stuck-up English lords and ladies ain’t your neighbors and you can bet they wouldn’t consider you a neighbor even if you lived right next door.
No, they’re all mobbed up with Rooseveltski through bankers like (((Rothschild))), and you’re never going to see that garden hose again. The limeys, the frogs, and all the rest of those snooty Europeans just want you to feel sorry for them so they can take your money and your sons for cannon fodder. I have it on good authority that the so-called Blitz and all those “atrocity photos” are fakes, done up like they do in Hollywood — why, they even brought Victor Fleming in to make London look like the Burning of Atlanta.
These bunko artists could make a deal with Hitler the way Russia did and everything would be jake, but they’d rather tug your heartstrings with one hand while they go for your wallet with the other. Virtue-signaling, I call it!
The Day after Pearl Harbor: Didn’t I tell you! Roosevelt got up there on his sticks and gave those Congressional saps a show. Even before he said a word they were a-hootin’ and a-hollerin’, and by the end they were ready to dive head first into another big war.
And for what? Don’t believe the flim-flam about any “devastating attack.” Those Nips were just lost and went off-course, and a few of them got nervous and let off a few rounds.
No harm no foul, say I. But the money men got their Hollywood and Broadway scene-setters to turn on the smoke machine and make it look like the Great Chicago Fire all over again, and they stuck the Japs with the bill. It’s what back in my day we used to call a False Flag.
You tell me: Do you know anyone who got killed in this so-called attack? I thought not. And who says Hawaii’s even part of the United States anyway? Those grass-skirt guys are no more Americans than the eskimos in Alaska! But now Roosevelt and his patsies are going to get us all killed. And for what?
1942: I don’t like to say I told you so, but I told you so. A lot of Americans are getting wise to this phoney-baloney war. Read the papers — though you have to read between the lines because all the press lords are in on it, dolling up the war situation to beat the band. Better still, give Big Media the air and listen to Lord Haw-Haw — he knows what’s up and tells it straight, and he beats the pants off stuffed shirts like Edward R. Murrow and that’s no baloney. Sure, the Tommies don’t like Lord Haw-Haw —because they march in lockstep with Churchill and Montgomery and they get sore when another tea-drinker thinks for himself. They’re clannish that way.
But Lord Haw-Haw’s got the straight dope: Germany’s beating the tar out of the so-called “Allies” — including the Russians, since they blew their sweet deal with Hitler. That was probably Roosevelt’s idea; he’s in tight with commies, see, and dollars to donuts he sweet-talked Stalin into telling Hitler to go fly a kite. Why else would he invade Russia?
Der Führer’s a funny duck and not my idea of a Good-Time Charlie, but when he took over Germany the place was a mess — plenty of crime and inflation, and full of Bolsheviks and fancy-pants artistes and fallen women and lady-boys — and he really whipped it into shape. Today the Germans are as red-blooded and full of moxie as any good American. If you ask me, they’re the real moral leaders of Europe, not the uppity lime-juicers and the sexed-up snail-eaters on the Seine, and we’d be better off making friends with Hitler as he marches across Europe than getting in his way.
The establishment knows it, and that’s why they’ve got a whispering campaign going, saying Hitler’s pushing the Jews around. Brother, are you kidding? The Jews have all the money — if Hitler so much as patted a shtetl boy too hard on the head, the (((Rothschilds))) would come down on him like a load of kosher bricks.
Don’t fall for it! I’m not saying get on a soapbox and yell — it’s not worth getting knocked around for. But I do say, don’t let ‘em push you around. Don’t give to their scrap and rubber drives — it’s your scrap and rubber; why should you give it away? When they tell you to plant a victory garden, tell them where they can plant it. And if they try to sell you war bonds, tell ‘em you already got a lot of Confederate money you’ll never get paid back for, either. And keep your chin up — soon the rest of these mugs will get wise, too, and then we can all fight the real enemy.
All right, Roy, what doucments described in what obscure doctoral dissertation from an Ivy League school did you dig that text out of?
Brilliant. Just... brilliant.