cross posting
Posted by:: nenslo
Date: Thu, 24 Mar 2005 00:16:45 -0800
--------
p fogg wrote:
>
> Hello,
>
> I apparently offended someone when I asked you not to cross-post. Someone
> appears to be bombing alt.dreams with loads of text using forged headers
> from regular posters there.
>
> I get your point. I apologize if my words seemed insulting; they were not
> meant to be. I was only pointing out that the thread had veered so far away
> from the topic of alt.dreams that it's likely few or none of us understood
> any of it.
>
> --Patti
I urge readers to crosspost to alt.dreams frequently and irrelevantly.
Posted by:: "krustymadfaker"
Date: 24 Mar 2005 03:08:52 -0800
--------
nenslo wrote:
> p fogg wrote:
> >
> > Hello,
> >
> > I apparently offended someone when I asked you not to cross-post.
Someone
> > appears to be bombing alt.dreams with loads of text using forged
headers
> > from regular posters there.
> >
> > I get your point. I apologize if my words seemed insulting; they
were not
> > meant to be. I was only pointing out that the thread had veered so
far away
> > from the topic of alt.dreams that it's likely few or none of us
understood
> > any of it.
> >
> > --Patti
>
> I urge readers to crosspost to alt.dreams frequently and
irrelevantly.
Nenslo as long as you don't Cross Dress
frequently and irrelevantly over
there everything will be okay.
Rev-Sci-Fi-entist KrustyMADfaker
"I didn't give up. The equipment
malfunctioned!"
"The illegal we do immediately. The unconstitutional takes a little
longer."
-Henry Kissinger
Posted by:: Mr Floppy
Date: Thu, 24 Mar 2005 21:47:33 +1030
--------
krustymadfaker wrote:
>
> nenslo wrote:
>> p fogg wrote:
>> >
>> > Hello,
>> >
>> > I apparently offended someone when I asked you not to cross-post.
> Someone
>> > appears to be bombing alt.dreams with loads of text using forged
> headers
>> > from regular posters there.
>> >
>> > I get your point. I apologize if my words seemed insulting; they
> were not
>> > meant to be. I was only pointing out that the thread had veered so
> far away
>> > from the topic of alt.dreams that it's likely few or none of us
> understood
>> > any of it.
>> >
>> > --Patti
>>
>> I urge readers to crosspost to alt.dreams frequently and
> irrelevantly.
Fuckin' Crossposters!
--
Haya Garn Mate.....I Fuggin Job Ya.
Posted by:: The Ghost In The Machine
Date: Thu, 24 Mar 2005 17:00:04 GMT
--------
In comp.os.linux.advocacy, Mr Floppy
wrote
on Thu, 24 Mar 2005 21:47:33 +1030
:
> krustymadfaker wrote:
>
>>
>> nenslo wrote:
>>> p fogg wrote:
>>> >
>>> > Hello,
>>> >
>>> > I apparently offended someone when I asked you not to cross-post.
>> Someone
>>> > appears to be bombing alt.dreams with loads of text using forged
>> headers
>>> > from regular posters there.
>>> >
>>> > I get your point. I apologize if my words seemed insulting; they
>> were not
>>> > meant to be. I was only pointing out that the thread had veered so
>> far away
>>> > from the topic of alt.dreams that it's likely few or none of us
>> understood
>>> > any of it.
>>> >
>>> > --Patti
>>>
>>> I urge readers to crosspost to alt.dreams frequently and
>> irrelevantly.
>
> Fuckin' Crossposters!
>
Only if they're cute, female, and brunette, blonde, redhead, or Asian.
Followups to the obvious place. ;-)
--
#191, ewill3@earthlink.net
It's still legal to go .sigless.
Posted by:: Kadaitcha Man
Date: Fri, 25 Mar 2005 16:54:08 +0545
--------
The Ghost In The Machine, , the thrown
and twisted, ugly felon, and lighting technician, promulgated:
> Only if they're cute, female, and brunette,
Ok, that's one independent clause dealt with.
> blonde, redhead, or Asian.
Posted by:: John Cook
Date: Thu, 24 Mar 2005 23:02:43 +1000
--------
Here it is - had to say it... - Top posted 'n all...
Fix your fuckin' settings so they don't fuck up the indents
WAKE UP "krustymadDickheadfaker !
John Cook
"When men stop thinking with their dicks women will stop fucking with
their heads" tarlaStar
krustymadfaker wrote:
> nenslo wrote:
>
>>p fogg wrote:
>>
>>>Hello,
>>>
>>>I apparently offended someone when I asked you not to cross-post.
>
> Someone
>
>>>appears to be bombing alt.dreams with loads of text using forged
>
> headers
>
>>>from regular posters there.
>>>
>>>I get your point. I apologize if my words seemed insulting; they
>
> were not
>
>>>meant to be. I was only pointing out that the thread had veered so
>
> far away
>
>>>from the topic of alt.dreams that it's likely few or none of us
>
> understood
>
>>>any of it.
>>>
>>>--Patti
>>
>>I urge readers to crosspost to alt.dreams frequently and
>
> irrelevantly.
>
> Nenslo as long as you don't Cross Dress
> frequently and irrelevantly over
> there everything will be okay.
>
> Rev-Sci-Fi-entist KrustyMADfaker
> "I didn't give up. The equipment
> malfunctioned!"
>
>
> "The illegal we do immediately. The unconstitutional takes a little
> longer."
> -Henry Kissinger
>
Posted by:: nenslo
Date: Thu, 24 Mar 2005 12:03:45 -0800
--------
krustymadfaker wrote:
>
>
> Nenslo as long as you don't Cross Dress
> frequently and irrelevantly over
> there everything will be okay.
>
My crossdressing is highly relevant. If I don't try to look like a man
in public people think I am some kind of weirdo.
Posted by:: polar bear
Date: Thu, 24 Mar 2005 12:05:58 -0800
--------
In article <4242776B.EE4CC2DE@yahoox.com>, nenslo
wrote:
> p fogg wrote:
> >
> > Hello,
> >
> > I apparently offended someone when I asked you not to cross-post. Someone
> > appears to be bombing alt.dreams with loads of text using forged headers
> > from regular posters there.
> >
> > I get your point. I apologize if my words seemed insulting; they were not
> > meant to be. I was only pointing out that the thread had veered so far away
> > from the topic of alt.dreams that it's likely few or none of us understood
> > any of it.
> >
> > --Patti
>
> I urge readers to crosspost to alt.dreams frequently and irrelevantly.
"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!"
----------------------------------------------
Posted by:: "Giles"
Date: 24 Mar 2005 12:27:28 -0800
--------
polar bear wrote:
> In article <4242776B.EE4CC2DE@yahoox.com>, nenslo
> wrote:
>
> > p fogg wrote:
> > >
> > > Hello,
> > >
> > > I apparently offended someone when I asked you not to cross-post.
Someone
> > > appears to be bombing alt.dreams with loads of text using forged
headers
> > > from regular posters there.
> > >
> > > I get your point. I apologize if my words seemed insulting; they
were not
> > > meant to be. I was only pointing out that the thread had veered
so far away
> > > from the topic of alt.dreams that it's likely few or none of us
understood
> > > any of it.
> > >
> > > --Patti
> >
> > I urge readers to crosspost to alt.dreams frequently and
irrelevantly.
>
>
> "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!"
> ----------------------------------------------
Sometimes dreams Do come true:
http://tinyurl.com/5mc3t
Posted by:: "Dick Silk - The Computer Tutor"
Date: Thu, 24 Mar 2005 20:27:55 -0600
--------
THANK YOU! I always wanted a copy of that speech!!! :-) you've
TOTALLY made my day, if not my entire MONTH! :-) THANKS AGAIN! :-)
(and it is SO ON TOPIC here!!!) :-)
"polar bear" wrote in message
news:240320051205587526%bear@pole.com...
> "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!"
> ----------------------------------------------
Posted by:: "krustymadfaker"
Date: 24 Mar 2005 18:51:58 -0800
--------
John Cook Nook wrote with a huge color crayon:
>>Here it is - had to say it... - Top posted 'n >>all...
>>Fix your fuckin' settings so they don't >>fuck up the indents
>>WAKE UP "krustymadDickheadfaker !
>>John Cook
Everything looks fine to me ya Sexy Beast!
I just do it to make your tin-foil hat wrinkle!! I'm not worried about
fucking up the "indents". The only "indent" I'm looking forward to
humping is your Peg Leg!! Captain (DUMBASS) Cook!!
Rev-Sci-Fi-entist KrustyMADfaker
"I didn't give up. The equipment
malfunctioned!"
"The illegal we do immediately. The unconstitutional takes a little
longer."
-Henry Kissinger
Posted by:: "krustymadfaker"
Date: 24 Mar 2005 22:09:46 -0800
--------
Nenslo filled out the form and wrote:
>>My crossdressing is highly relevant. If I >>don't try to look like a
man
in public people think I am some kind of >>weirdo.
All the NASA Jack Parson Labratory scientest ladies say you look like
an "Erection Set" on top of Mars Tetrahedral Tholus!!
Rev-Sci-Fi-entist KrustyMADfaker
"I didn't give up. The equipment
malfunctioned!"
"This is the most uncomfortable coffin I've ever been in."
-Bela Lugosi
Posted by:: "ArWeGod"
Date: Sun, 27 Mar 2005 12:18:05 GMT
--------
"Dick Silk - The Computer Tutor" wrote in
message news:4243743e_1@newspeer2.tds.net...
> THANK YOU! I always wanted a copy of that speech!!! :-) you've
> "polar bear" wrote in message
> news:240320051205587526%bear@pole.com...
>
> > "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!"
> > ----------------------------------------------
> TOTALLY made my day, if not my entire MONTH! :-) THANKS AGAIN! :-)
> (and it is SO ON TOPIC here!!!) :-)
I said it out loud. It's a nice piece of work. It has a nice rhythm to
it, and you get a sense of what is being said. I'll bet he thought the
catch phrase from the speech would be "Let freedom ring" not "I have a
dream". Someone should channel his black ass -- Nenslo....???
--
ArWeCabled
Posted by:: "Dick Silk - The Computer Tutor"
Date: Sun, 27 Mar 2005 18:43:01 -0600
--------
"ArWeGod" wrote in message
news:1wx1e.3383$zl.1635@newssvr13.news.prodigy.com...
> "Dick Silk - The Computer Tutor" wrote in
> message news:4243743e_1@newspeer2.tds.net...
>> THANK YOU! I always wanted a copy of that speech!!! :-) you've
>>
>> > "I Have A Dream"
>> > by Martin Luther King, Jr,
>>
>> ----------------------------------------------------------------------
> 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.
> 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!"
>> > ----------------------------------------------
>> TOTALLY made my day, if not my entire MONTH! :-) THANKS AGAIN!
>> :-)
>> (and it is SO ON TOPIC here!!!) :-)
>
> I said it out loud. It's a nice piece of work. It has a nice rhythm
> to
> it, and you get a sense of what is being said. I'll bet he thought
> the
> catch phrase from the speech would be "Let freedom ring" not "I have
> a
> dream". Someone should channel his black ass -- Nenslo....???
I actually *hear* him saying it, mentally, as I read along with it
(having heard him give this several times in television and radio
re-broadcasts.)
Posted by:: "ArWeGod"
Date: Mon, 28 Mar 2005 12:58:14 GMT
--------
"Dick Silk - The Computer Tutor" wrote in
message news:42474f4d$1_1@newspeer2.tds.net...
> "ArWeGod" wrote in message
> news:1wx1e.3383$zl.1635@newssvr13.news.prodigy.com...
> > I said it out loud. It's a nice piece of work. It has a nice rhythm
> > to it, and you get a sense of what is being said.
>
> I actually *hear* him saying it, mentally, as I read along with it
> (having heard him give this several times in television and radio
> re-broadcasts.)
Let me rephrase what I said.
Say it out loud. Speak it. It is not the same thing to read along with.
Say it. You fall into a pattern of speech, a rythm that paces the words
as you speak.
You cannot get the same feeling from reading it.
I now want to hear the original with the words in front of me, as I
speak along with it. Is there a recording? There must be...
Any X day preacher should read this for themselves. It instructs. It is
a "4 score" type speech. It is hand crafted and wonderful. More so when
YOU speak it.
Again; say it out loud. Or kill me.
--
ArWeCivil
"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!"
Posted by:: "just john"
Date: 28 Mar 2005 06:47:19 -0800
--------
Oh, RING!
All this time, I thought he'd been saying "Let freedom RINSE!"!
(Good advice, anyway.)
Posted by:: König Prüße, GfbAEV
Date: Mon, 28 Mar 2005 14:50:44 GMT
--------
"just john" wrote:
>Oh, RING!
>
>All this time, I thought he'd been saying "Let freedom RINSE!"!
>
>(Good advice, anyway.)
>
Yep, you're soaking in it now!