﻿Wars Will End When We Root Out the Cause 
By T-BONE SLIM 
 
There are two main schools of thought on the question of curing war fever. 
One school thinks the proper caper is “increase the temperature with hot blood-baths and burn it out.” Another school thinks it’s best to lower the temperature by freezing it out in snowdrifts. 
They are psycho-pathetic mental cases! 
Then there are those that think spring flowers and floods and autumn frosts will have a beneficial effect upon the war fever ridden nation. 
Nuts! 
Again, there is a school that firmly believes “vhe way to cure war fever is to starve the civilians and bomb the women and children.” 
Crazy as a loon! Are they afraid to meet the soldiers? 
All these schools and fragments thereof are positively insane—because they assume war fever is inevitable and try to cure a result, not the cause. 
The cause of war fever is a disordered world economy in general and a disordered national economy in particular. Cure your own economy first (last and always) and let the fellow across the puddle cure his—he isn’t any dumber than you are. 
Why foster the wellbeing of millionaires and super-financeers, the source of all social contamination plus? 

Why not share and share alike? 
“Ah, but the bright boys would soon have the lunkhead’s pile.” (With loaded dice?) 
Glad you made that point, I wouldn’t have the bright boys suffer. Then comes the next divvy. Everybody has enough for all purposes, for we are dealing with over-wealth, over-production, surplusity of commodifies—all we lack is brains and over-consumption, I guess we’ve plowed them both under. 
So the great man is crying for the abolition of under-consumption, under-wear, and under bridges. 

In politics you have one vote (and as many as you can buy); in industry you have as many votes as shares you own (or control). 
That’s why rugged individuals want industrial preferment; it gives their voice greater scope. Politics to them is only rear-guard action. 
Fifty-one per cent control does not mean they control 51 per cent of matter or time. It means they control all matter and all time in the corporation. They are the original political monarchists of another day, garbed as fellow servants and co-employes.