If only more of today's military personnel would realize that they are being used by the owning elite's as a publicly subsidized capitalist goon squad.

Why don't those damn oil companies fly their own flags on their personal property-maybe a flag with a gas pump on it.

I selected an enormous Marine Corps emblem to be tattooed across my chest. It required several sittings and hurt me like the devil, but the finished product was worth the pain. I blazed triumphantly forth, a Marine from throat to waist. The emblem is still with me. Nothing on earth but skinning will remove it.

Only those who would be called upon to risk their lives for their country should have the privilege of voting to determine whether the nation should go to war.

There are only two things we should fight for. One is the defense of our homes and the other is the Bill of Rights.

I helped purify Nicaragua for the international banking house of Brown Brothers in 1909-1912. I brought light to the Dominican Republic for American sugar interests in 1916. In China I helped to see to it that Standard Oil went its way unmolested.

I spent thirty-three years in the Marines, most of my time being a hlgh class muscle man for Big Business, for Wall Street and the bankers. In short, I was a racketeer for capitalism.