Mr. Lincoln Is Already Defeated. He Cannot

While Boasting Of Our Noble Deeds We're Careful To Conceal The Ugly Fact That By An Iniquitous Money System We Have Nationalized A System Of Oppression Which, Though More Refined, Is Not Less Cruel Than The Old System Of Chattel Slavery.

Where Labor Stands Idle ... There Is A Demonstrated Deficiency, Not Of Capital, But Of Brains.

Morality And Religion Are But Words To Him Who Fishes In Gutters For The Means Of Sustaining Life, And Crouches Behind Barrels In The Street For Shelter From The Cutting Blasts Of A Winter Night.

I Am Too Sick To Be Out Of Bed, Too Crazy To Sleep, And Am Surrounded By Horrors.

Do Not Lounge In The Cities! There Is Room & Health In The Country, Away From The Crowds Of Idlers & Imbeciles. Go West, Before You Are Fitted For No Life But That Of The Factory.