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Vantage Point, issue 2, May 20, 1945
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4[?] widows and orphans starving from the lack of profits previously guaranteed by Hitler, reduced these honest captains of industry to a quivering palsy. Every time some bungler or premeditated pervert on the staff of a big publication lets go with a full-blown, juicy lie about the Soviet Union, international relations ripple at the foundations and the United Nations find it necessary to call for another San Francisco. When the news of Voroshilov's replacement on the Soviet Defense Council reached the red hot wires of the assorted press services, everything went out of focus for at least twenty-four hours. Numerous radio commentators interfered with the war efforts by overburdening the ether with adjectives like "sinister", "mysterious" and "highly significant", while the New York Daily News immediately retracted four words it had slanted favorably for the Soviet Union in the previous 300 word editorial. There is no telling of the chaos that must have reigned on the Wall Street Journal, which prevented stocks from hitting rock bottom only by headlining the fact that the Soviet pay on time and the Red Army was rolling ahead on all fronts. The psychological harm worked by bourgeois interpretation of two lines appearing in Pravda some time ago to the ffect that some British Fifth columnists had met with representatives of German industry with an eye toward a negotiated peace, was colossal. Two digests with articles on the Soviet Union, feebly praising[?] that country for its new-found respectability and sound business sense already in proof, were in a terrible tizzy deciding what to do with them, and at least one member of the staff of the Nation, heartened[?] by progressive items appearing in his magazine in previous issues was heard gloomily ruminating suicide in view of what Dorothy Thompson was going to say about it. Plainly, the representatives of our intelligentsia who keep their teeth[?] in line only by sticking the Soviets with the same old bent pin are in for a terrible shaking down in they do not at once reform and get a grip on reality instead of a half-nelson on earmarked money. One of these days Stalin is going to retire and the next morning [?] will appear with a vast blank spot in the map previously occupied by the Soviet Union. What will Mssrs. Lewis, Lerner and the rest of the staff do then? "i am tired, mother." "Tired, Child! And why?" "Mother, I have been spouting to the wild sea waves." "And what have you been saying to them, Gloria?" "Ah, mother, ever so much!" ---The New Woman, or The Revolution of 1900 I am including with other things booted from my universe the current debates raging between Mr. James Blish and those deigning to answer his defenses of Fascism. These, to my mind, are activities on the order of kicking a thrice-dead horse or agitating for the return of the 5 cent beer. As regards Mr. Blish's views, I have nothing to say in rebuttal that a devastated planet and twenty million dead have not already shouted to the heavens.
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4[?] widows and orphans starving from the lack of profits previously guaranteed by Hitler, reduced these honest captains of industry to a quivering palsy. Every time some bungler or premeditated pervert on the staff of a big publication lets go with a full-blown, juicy lie about the Soviet Union, international relations ripple at the foundations and the United Nations find it necessary to call for another San Francisco. When the news of Voroshilov's replacement on the Soviet Defense Council reached the red hot wires of the assorted press services, everything went out of focus for at least twenty-four hours. Numerous radio commentators interfered with the war efforts by overburdening the ether with adjectives like "sinister", "mysterious" and "highly significant", while the New York Daily News immediately retracted four words it had slanted favorably for the Soviet Union in the previous 300 word editorial. There is no telling of the chaos that must have reigned on the Wall Street Journal, which prevented stocks from hitting rock bottom only by headlining the fact that the Soviet pay on time and the Red Army was rolling ahead on all fronts. The psychological harm worked by bourgeois interpretation of two lines appearing in Pravda some time ago to the ffect that some British Fifth columnists had met with representatives of German industry with an eye toward a negotiated peace, was colossal. Two digests with articles on the Soviet Union, feebly praising[?] that country for its new-found respectability and sound business sense already in proof, were in a terrible tizzy deciding what to do with them, and at least one member of the staff of the Nation, heartened[?] by progressive items appearing in his magazine in previous issues was heard gloomily ruminating suicide in view of what Dorothy Thompson was going to say about it. Plainly, the representatives of our intelligentsia who keep their teeth[?] in line only by sticking the Soviets with the same old bent pin are in for a terrible shaking down in they do not at once reform and get a grip on reality instead of a half-nelson on earmarked money. One of these days Stalin is going to retire and the next morning [?] will appear with a vast blank spot in the map previously occupied by the Soviet Union. What will Mssrs. Lewis, Lerner and the rest of the staff do then? "i am tired, mother." "Tired, Child! And why?" "Mother, I have been spouting to the wild sea waves." "And what have you been saying to them, Gloria?" "Ah, mother, ever so much!" ---The New Woman, or The Revolution of 1900 I am including with other things booted from my universe the current debates raging between Mr. James Blish and those deigning to answer his defenses of Fascism. These, to my mind, are activities on the order of kicking a thrice-dead horse or agitating for the return of the 5 cent beer. As regards Mr. Blish's views, I have nothing to say in rebuttal that a devastated planet and twenty million dead have not already shouted to the heavens.
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