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I have a dream!

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  1. CentralTexas

    CentralTexas Member

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    A rework of Dr. King's famous speech, posted to Tx.Guns on the Usenet today by a fellow named Mark...

    I sometimes like to post this around this MLK holiday. One person who read
    this told me it would be funny if it wasn't so ominous. I took the words to
    Martin Luther King's 'I have a dream' speech and rewrote them to show how
    similar things are for gun owners now as they were for Blacks in the 50's
    and 60's.
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    I have a Gun Owners Dream


    Over two hundred years ago, The Founding American Fathers, signed the Bill
    of Rights which included the second amendment. This momentous decree came as
    a great beacon light of hope to millions of Americans who had been seared in
    the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the
    long night of vulnerability.

    But two hundred years later, we must face the tragic fact that the gun owner
    is still not free to exercise that God given and Constitutionally
    acknowledged right. Two hundred years later, the life of the gun owner is
    still sadly crippled by the manacles of Gun control and the chains of
    discrimination. Two hundred years later, the gun owner lives on a lonely
    island of bigotry and hate in the midst of a vast ocean of political
    correctness. Two hundred years later, the Gun owner is still languishing in
    the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land.
    So I write to you here today to dramatize an appalling condition.

    In a sense we, gun owners, call to our nation's leaders to cash a check.
    When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the
    Constitution and the declaration of Independence, they were signing a
    promissory note to which every American was to fall heir. This note was a
    promise that all men would be guaranteed the inalienable rights of life,
    liberty, and the pursuit of happiness, and the means to secure it in the
    right to bear arms.

    It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note
    insofar as her citizens of gun owners are concerned. Instead of honoring
    this sacred obligation, America has given the gun owner a bad check which
    has come back marked "insufficient funds." But we refuse to believe that the
    bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are
    insufficient funds in the great vaults of freedom of this nation. So we want
    to cash this check -- a check that will give us upon demand the riches of
    freedom and the security of justice. We also want to remind America of the
    fierce urgency of now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling
    off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to rise
    from the dark and desolate valley of bigotry and hate to the sunlit path of
    equal rights and justice. Now is the time to open the doors of freedom to
    all of God's children. Now is the time to lift our nation from the
    quicksand's of constitutional injustice to the solid rock of rights and
    freedom.

    It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment and
    to underestimate the determination of the gun owner. This sweltering summer
    of the gun owners legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an
    invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Now is not an end, but a
    beginning. Those who hope that the gun owner needed to blow off steam and
    will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to
    business as usual. There will be neither rest nor tranquility in America
    until the gun owner is granted his equal rights. The whirlwinds of revolt
    will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of
    justice emerges.

    But there is something that I must say to the people who stand on the warm
    threshold which leads into the palace of justice. In the process of gaining
    our equal rights we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to
    satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and
    hatred.

    We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and
    discipline. We must not allow our creative protests to degenerate into
    physical violence. Again and again we must rise to the majestic heights of
    meeting illegal force with soul force and prepared force. The marvelous new
    militancy which has engulfed the gun owner community must not lead us to
    distrust of all anti-gun people, for many of our gun brothers, as evidenced
    by their increasing numbers, are those anti-gun people that have come to
    realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny and their freedom is
    inextricably bound to our freedom. We cannot walk alone.

    And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall march ahead. We cannot
    turn back. There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights,
    "When will you be satisfied?" We can never be satisfied as long as our
    bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot carry concealed in the
    motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. We cannot be satisfied
    as long as the gun owner's basic mobility is from a smaller set of
    restrictions to a set larger ones. We can never be satisfied as long as a
    gun owner in California cannot carry and a gun owner in New York believes he
    has nothing left for which to fight for. No, no, we are not satisfied, and
    we will not be satisfied until justice rolls down like waters and
    righteousness like a mighty stream.

    I am not unmindful that some of you have gone through great trials and
    tribulations. Some of you have gone through narrow cells. Some of you have
    gone through areas where your quest for freedom left you battered by the
    storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You
    have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the
    faith that unearned suffering is redemptive.

    Go back to California, go back to New York, go back to Chicago, go back to
    New Orleans, go back to the legislative and restrictive areas of our cities,
    knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed. Let us not
    wallow in the valley of despair.

    I say to you today, my friends, that in spite of the difficulties and
    frustrations of the moment, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply
    rooted in the American dream.

    I have a dream that one day this nation of gun owners will rise up and live
    out the true meaning of its creed: "that they are endowed by their Creator
    with certain unalienable Rights."

    I have a dream that one day in the city of Chicago the sons of former
    anti-gunners and the sons of former gunners will be able to sit down
    together at a table of brotherhood.

    I have a dream that one day even the state of California, a desert state,
    sweltering with the heat of injustice and oppression, will be transformed
    into an oasis of freedom and justice.

    I have a dream that my four children will one day live in a nation where
    they will not be judged by the number of rounds in their gun clip but by the
    content of their character.

    I have a dream today.

    I have a dream that one day the state of New York, whose governor's lips
    are presently dripping with the words of interposition and nullification,
    will be transformed into a situation where gun owning men and women will be
    able to join hands with non-gun owning men and women and walk together as
    sisters and brothers.

    I have a dream today.

    I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and
    mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the
    crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be
    revealed, and all flesh shall see it together.

    This is the gun owners hope. This is the faith with which I return to the
    restricted areas. With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain
    of despair a stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the
    jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood.
    With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to
    struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together,
    knowing that we will be free one day.

    This will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with a
    new meaning, "My country, 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I
    sing. Land where my fathers died, land of the pilgrim's pride, from every
    mountainside, let freedom ring."

    And if America is to be a great nation this must become true. So let freedom
    ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire. Let freedom ring from
    the mighty mountains of New York. Let freedom ring from the heightening
    Alleghenies of Pennsylvania!

    Let freedom ring from the snowcapped Rockies of Colorado!

    Let freedom ring from the curvaceous peaks of California!

    But not only that; let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia!

    Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee!

    Let freedom ring from every hill and every molehill of California. From
    every mountainside, let freedom ring.

    When we let freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every
    hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that
    day when all of God's children, Gun owning men and non-gunning men, Jews and
    Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and say in
    the words of the old Negro spiritual, "Free at last! free at last! thank God
    Almighty, we are free at last!"

    Mark
     
  2. seansean

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    Cool...but, just for contrast....the real speech.

    "I Have A Dream"
    by Martin Luther King, Jr,

    Delivered on the steps at the Lincoln Memorial in Washington D.C. on August 28, 1963. Source: Martin Luther King, Jr: The Peaceful Warrior, Pocket Books, NY 1968

    Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of captivity. But one hundred years later, we must face the tragic fact that the Negro is still not free.

    One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languishing in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land.

    So we have come here today to dramatize an appalling condition. In a sense we have come to our nation's capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir.

    This note was a promise that all men would be guaranteed the inalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check which has come back marked "insufficient funds." But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation.

    So we have come to cash this check -- a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice. We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to open the doors of opportunity to all of God's children. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quicksands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood.

    It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment and to underestimate the determination of the Negro. This sweltering summer of the Negro's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. Those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. There will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights.

    The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges. But there is something that I must say to my people who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice. In the process of gaining our rightful place we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred.

    We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. we must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force.

    The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny and their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom.

    We cannot walk alone. And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall march ahead. We cannot turn back. There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, "When will you be satisfied?" we can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. We cannot be satisfied as long as the Negro's basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until justice rolls down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream.

    I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow cells. Some of you have come from areas where your quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive.

    Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed. Let us not wallow in the valley of despair. I say to you today, my friends, that in spite of the difficulties and frustrations of the moment, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.

    I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal." I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slaveowners will be able to sit down together at a table of brotherhood. I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a desert state, sweltering with the heat of injustice and oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice. I have a dream that my four children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character. I have a dream today.

    I have a dream that one day the state of Alabama, whose governor's lips are presently dripping with the words of interposition and nullification, will be transformed into a situation where little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls and walk together as sisters and brothers. I have a dream today. I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together. This is our hope. This is the faith with which I return to the South. With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.

    This will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with a new meaning, "My country, 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died, land of the pilgrim's pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring." And if America is to be a great nation, this must become true. So let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire. Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York. Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania! Let freedom ring from the snowcapped Rockies of Colorado! Let freedom ring from the curvaceous peaks of California! But not only that; let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia! Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee! Let freedom ring from every hill and every molehill of Mississippi. From every mountainside, let freedom ring.

    When we let freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual, "Free at last! free at last! thank God Almighty, we are free at last!"
     
  3. WillBrayJr

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    I have a Dream!

    That our beloved country will get the lead out of it's @$$ and the justice system gets the $&@# out of it's brains.
     
  4. beerslurpy

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    I dream of the 86 ban going away so I can collect post 86 machine guns already.

    edit: rewriting MLKs speech = pointless
     
  5. AFhack

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    seansean thanks for posting the real thing.


    IMO bastardizing the real thing into pro-gun lore does little, it diminishes the original speach by MLK (which was a truely beautiful thing).

    We might as well re-write McAurthur's "Old soldiers fade away", or Churchill's "battle of Britain" speeches. Surely we can come up with sentiment as well said in direct support of the 2nd amendment without stealing the words of others :(
     
  6. Art Eatman

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    AFhack, I agree...

    Art
     
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