are locking the hand-cuffs upon their little wrists yourself. You are helping to enslave them and you don’t know what you are doing.
 You know, when your forefathers fought for this country they fought for freedom. They fought for a voice in the management of their own affairs. They wanted to say how things were going to be run. They wanted a voice for the people.
 Have you a voice today? None at all. You haven’t even a gurgle. The financiers have turned you into a puppet. They do all the talking.
 They say you have different political parties and have the right to vote. Yes, you do, but they own the political parties, and you vote for their programs. You do as they say.
 You make motions with your face as if you were talking but it is the voice of your master, the financier, that is heard. He is the ventriloquist that fools the people.
 The International Financier sets a republican on this knee and a democrat on that knee and takes hold of their necks and when he squeezes, you think they are talking. The mouth of the financier doesn’t move at all; apparently he is saying nothing, but his vocal cords are moving, and the little fellows sitting on his knees do no talking at all; they just make faces at you.
 What does the financier say? He says to the puppet on this knee, squeezing his neck at the same time, “Willie, what are you?”
 Then Willie’s face begins to wiggle and he looks as if he is talking but he doesn’t say a word.
 It is the financier who does the talking. But Willie is supposed to say, “I am a republican.”
 Then the financier asks, “Willie, why are you a republican?”
 “Because,” is the answer, “My father was a republican.”
 So the financier asks, as he pinches him again, “Why was your father a republican?”
 “Because,” answers Willie, “My grandfather was a republican.”
 Then the financier asks, “Willie, do you know the difference between a republican and a democrat?”
 Willie says, “Frogs, no. What’s the difference, what’s the difference?”
 So then the financier squeezes the neck of Jimmie who is squatted on his other knee, and his face begins to wiggle. You would swear that he was talking. The financier then asks, “Jimmie, what are you?” So Jim­mie answers, “I am a democrat.”
 “Now, Jimmie, why are you a democrat?”
 “Because my father was a democrat.”
 “Well, Jimmie, why was your father a democrat?”
 “Because my grandfather was a democrat.”
 “Jimmie, do you know the difference between a republican and a democrat?”
 “Frogs, no,” says Jimmie, “What’s the difference, what’s the difference?”
 So that is what the financier does with the democrat and the republican, and they think they are talking.
 The people have lost their voice entirely.