The Triumph of the Demagogue.
The Triumph of the Demagogue The President called for quiet. His voice sharp with anger. The telegram boy looked about the room, the lad was visibly shaking. A Navy Yeoman knocked on the door, and saluted and handed the President another telegram. In an ash tray cigarettes burned away As the president the fumed in the antechamber an ambassador was praying quietly. He was not supposed to do so in public. That upset people. It was old fashioned. The regime he served was sensitive An aide approached the ambassador and demanded he follow This was it then- the horse had left its stall. The farm, the country had been gambled. It was more than a case of losing their shirts. If something went wrong they would hang. The man he served had escaped a firing squad at least twice. This time there would be no intercession, no truce, no amnesty, no mercy The Americans made him wait He could hear their President curse. ...