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		<title>By: Larry Talbot</title>
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		<description>Sir Hastings comments on wee statesmanship are 
rather like the overripe prom date&#039;s indecision 
whether to accept a ride home with her drunken 
football escorts, knowing full well she may be 
killed in a crash, or at best, get date-raped.

Or rather like a crowd of mawkish onlookers,
watching without breathe as a gang of toughs
beats the faesces out of an elderly man for fun.
Torn between fascination, fear and frigidity.
None of them saw anything on the police blotter.

Dancing with the Devil &#039;neath the pale moonlight,
until the day when the Devil rips out their gold
fillings, and throws them into the crematorium.

Hastings, &quot;may now look in the mud for what is 
left of British prestige.&quot;

&lt;a href=&quot;http://newdeal.feri.org/nation/na38146p292.htm&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;http://newdeal.feri.org/nation/na38146p292.htm&lt;/a&gt;
Chamberlain&#039;s Treason
By Robery Dell
The Nation
March 12, 1938
Vol. 146, No. 11, P. 292-294
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Sir Hastings comments on wee statesmanship are<br />
rather like the overripe prom date&#8217;s indecision<br />
whether to accept a ride home with her drunken<br />
football escorts, knowing full well she may be<br />
killed in a crash, or at best, get date-raped.</p>
<p>Or rather like a crowd of mawkish onlookers,<br />
watching without breathe as a gang of toughs<br />
beats the faesces out of an elderly man for fun.<br />
Torn between fascination, fear and frigidity.<br />
None of them saw anything on the police blotter.</p>
<p>Dancing with the Devil &#8216;neath the pale moonlight,<br />
until the day when the Devil rips out their gold<br />
fillings, and throws them into the crematorium.</p>
<p>Hastings, &#8220;may now look in the mud for what is<br />
left of British prestige.&#8221;</p>
<p><a href="http://newdeal.feri.org/nation/na38146p292.htm" rel="nofollow">http://newdeal.feri.org/nation/na38146p292.htm</a><br />
Chamberlain&#8217;s Treason<br />
By Robery Dell<br />
The Nation<br />
March 12, 1938<br />
Vol. 146, No. 11, P. 292-294</p>
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