the speech...

I'm working on re-wording and updating and basically PLAGIARIZING the "I Have a Dream" speech, by the venerable late Reverend Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. I've only gotten about two thirds of the way, and it sometimes sounds like a feminist rant, but all I want say is "Free at last, free at last, thank THE GODDESS almighty, I am free at last....

**let me just say, that this man was gifted with the golden tongue, and I do this in praise, as opposed to satire.

>>Ten Months ago, a great American, in whose blog we read words of querulous complaint, found herself a possible KNIGHT IN SHINING ARMOR. This momentous event came as a great beacon light of hope to a bottle blonde who had been seared in the flames of withering iniquity of love's slings and arrows. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of boredom and loneliness. But two hundred and ninety-five days later, we had to face the tragic fact that the blonde is still not free.

Two hundred and ninety-five days later, the life of the blonde is still sadly crippled by the manacles of co-dependence and the chains of plebian lack of motivation. Two hundred and ninety-five days later, the blonde lives on a lonely island of intellectualism in the midst of a vast ocean of bored conformity. Two hundred and ninety-five days later, the blonde is still languishing in the corners of American society and finds herself an exile in her own land.

So we have come here today to proclaim an appalling condition. In a sense we have come to the blogisphere to cash a check. When the architects of our favorite fairy tales wrote the magnificent words of the Sleeping Beauty and Snow White, they were signing a promissory note to which every dreamer was to fall heir.

This note was a promise that all women would be guaranteed the inalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. It is obvious today that The Authors have defaulted on this promissory note insofar as her citizens of double x chromosomes are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, The Authors have given the Female Dreamer a bad check which has come back marked "insufficient funds." But we refuse to believe that the bank of Fantasy is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of dreams and illusions of this nation.

So we have come to cash this check -- a check that will give us upon demand the riches of illusion and the security of happiness. We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind The Authors 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 reality to the sunlit path of true love. Now is the time to open the doors of opportunity to all of The Goddess's children. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quicksands of irony and sarcasm to the solid rock of faith in ourselves.

It would be fatal for the each of us to overlook the urgency of the moment and to underestimate the determination of the Female Dreamer. This sweltering summer of the Dreamer's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of romance and real manhood. Two thousand and six is not an end, but a beginning. Those who hope that the Dreamer needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the men of our acquaintance return to business as usual. There will be neither rest nor tranquility for anyone until we are granted rights of hope for a better man.
The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of your illusions until the bright day of real men emerges. But there is something that I must say to my people who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of fairy tales. 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 delusion. Again and again we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting reality with soul force.
The marvelous new legitimacy which has engulfed the Dreamer community must not lead us to distrust of all men, for many of our gay 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 fairy tales, "When will you be satisfied?" we can never be satisfied as long as we, heavy-hearted with the fatigue of the search, cannot gain the deep respect owed to us as human beings. We cannot be satisfied as long as the Dreamer's basic right of romance is denied and trampled. We can never be satisfied as long as women are subjected to lack of romance and paying for her partner at the movies. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until justice rolls down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream.