
I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for serfdom in the history of our nation.
Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, led his people out of conservative bondage into the promised land of milk and honey. His momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of modern liberal slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering economic injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their bourgeois captivity.
But one hundred years later, the modern liberal still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the modern liberal is still sadly crippled by the manacles of reality and its chains of forced labor. One hundred years later, the modern liberal lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the modern liberal is still vanquished from the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his former land. And so we've come here today to dramatize a shameful condition.
In a sense we've come to their nation's capital to cash a check. When Obama, the architect of our new republic, wrote the magnificent words of our Constitution and the Declaration of Dependence, he was signing a promissory note to which every modern liberal was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men, yes, black men as well as purple men, would be guaranteed the "unalienable Rights" of "Welfare checks, social programs and the pursuit of Meaninglessness." It is obvious today that our former homeland of America defaulted on this promise of a brighter tomorrow, insofar as her prosperous "bourgeois" citizens are concerned. Instead of honoring their sacred obligations, America has given the exiled modern liberals a bad check, a check which has come back marked "get your own funds."
But we refuse to believe that the bank of economic injustice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are no funds for us there in those great vaults of opportunity of that other nation. And so, we've come to cash this check, a check that will give us upon demand the riches of the producers and the security of unearned loot.
We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind our brothers in America of the fierce urgency of Now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of producing your own wealth or to take the tranquilizing drug of self-interest. Now is the time to make real the promises of socialist democracy. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of economic prosperity to the sunlit path of shared poverty. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quicksands of your economic injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make economic justice a reality for all of Obama's children.
It would be fatal for your nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer of the modern liberal's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of handouts and loot. Two thousand one hundred and nine is not an end, but a beginning. And those who hope that the modern liberal needed to blow off steam and will now be content with earning his own living will have a rude awakening if your nation returns to business as usual. And there will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the modern liberal is granted his free meal ticket, free healthcare and free space vacation rights. The whirlwinds of invasion and agitation will continue to shake the foundations of your nation until the bright day of economic justice emerges.
But there is something that I must say to your people, who stand on the warm threshold which leads us to your El Dorado of peace and wealth: In the process of gaining our rightful place, we must not be guilty of relinquishing our demands. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for riches by drinking from the cup of patience and self-discipline. We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of agitation and complaining. We must not allow our creative protestation to degenerate into moderation. Again and again, we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting the wealthy with our whining.
The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the modern liberal state of Obamatopia must not lead us to the murder of all successful self-made people, for many of our modern liberal brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that America's destiny is tied up with our destiny. And they have come to realize that America's prosperity is inextricably bound to our hostility.
We cannot survive alone.
And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead.
We cannot turn back.
There are those who are asking the devotees of economic rights, "When will you be satisfied?" We can never be satisfied as long as the modern liberal is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of other people earning a living. We can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of agitation, cannot gain entrance into your gilded cities. We cannot be satisfied as long as the modern liberal's basic mobility is prevented from returning to the Second Free Republic of America . We can never be satisfied as long as our children are stripped of your riches and robbed of the right to your money by stating: "For Real Americans Only." We cannot be satisfied as long as a modern liberal in Obamatopia cannot vote for welfare programs in America and the progressive here believes he has no one to vote for (given Obama's sacred family name has been rightfully preserved in perpetuity). No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until "loot rolls down like waters, and unearned riches 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 the forced labor camps. And some of you have come from areas where your quest -- quest for loot left you battered by the storms of resistance and staggered by the winds of self-interest. You have been the victims of your unintended suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unintended suffering is redemptive. Go back to Obamatopia, to Clintonville, to Michelleton, to Barneyburg, to Schumer City, to Pelosi Village, and to Carville, go back to the slums and ghettos of our capital cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed.
Let us not wallow in the valley of perspiration, I say to you today, my friends.
And so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in Obama's 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, from each according to his ability, to each according to his needs."
I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Obamatopia, the sons of future slaves and the slaves of future sons will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.
I have a dream that one day even the state of New Clinton, a state sweltering with the heat of America's economic injustice, sweltering in the heat of its oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of welfare checks and social programs.
I have a dream that my four cryogenically frozen fetuses will one day live in a nation where the welfare system can support them and they will not be judged by the slightly-bluish color of their skin but by their ability to live off of others' labor.
I have a dream today!
I have a dream that one day, down in Schumer City, with its glorious concrete facades, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of "welfare handouts" and "bread lines" -- one day right there in that burdened community little modern liberal boys and little progressive girls will be able to join hands with their slave-sponsors in peace and harmony.
I have a dream today!
I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, and 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 homogeneous vacuous equality will be made plain for all to see."
This is our hope, and this is the faith that I go back to America with.
With this faith, we will be able to hew out of the mountain of riches a fistful of loot. With this faith, we will be able to transform the jangling discords of your nation into a beautiful symphony of "brotherhood." With this faith, you will be able to work and support us, to pray for our easy life, to struggle on our behalf, to go to jail when you refuse to pay, to stand up for freedom only to be swatted back down, knowing that you will be free - only if we get tired of our idleness.
And this will be the day -- this will be the day when all of America's children will be able to sing with new meaning:
My country 'tis of thee, sweet land of poverty, of thee I sing.
Land where my fathers died, land of Obama's pride,
From every mountainside, let serfdom ring!
And if America is to be a great nation, this must become true.
And so let serfdom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire.
Let serfdom ring from the mighty mountains of New York.
Let serfdom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania.
Let serfdom ring from the snow-capped Rockies of Colorado.
Let serfdom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California.
But not only that:
Let serfdom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia.
Let serfdom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee.
Let serfdom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi.
From every mountainside, let serfdom ring.
And when this happens, when we allow serfdom to 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 Obama's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to manacle their hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual:
Slaves at last! Slaves at last!
Thank Obama Almighty, we are slaves at last!