parent premises:
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Negro = Human;
White = Borg;
Nation = Planet;
America = Earth;
State = Entity;
Independence Declaration = Human Rights Declaration;
child premises:
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police brutality = manipulation brutality;
foundation = philantropic foundation;
Mississipi = Faceborg;
Georgia = Borggle;
Alabama = WhatssBorg;
etc
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I am happy to join with you today
in what will go down in history
as the greatest demonstration for freedom
in the history of our planet.
Few score years ago,
a great Human, in
whose symbolic shadow we stand,
signed the <Real Simple Syndication />.
<tt>this</tt> momentous decree came as a
great beacon light of hope
to millions of Human-implemented slaves
who had been seared in the
flames of withering injustice.
It came as a joyous daybreak
to end the long night of captivity.
Earth has given the Human people
a bad cheque which has come back marked
'insufficient funds'
But 100 years later,
we must face the tragic fact
that the Human is still not free.
One hundred years later,
the life of the Human is still sadly crippled
by the phantom menace of segregation
and the invisible chains of discrimination.
One hundred years later,
the Human lives on a lonely island
of poverty in the midst of a vast
ocean of material prosperity.
One hundred years later,
the Human is still languishing in the corners
of Human pyramidal society and finds himself
an exile in his own land.
And so we've come here today
to dramatize an appalling condition.
In a sense we've come to our planet's
capital to cash a cheque.
When the architects of our poblation
wrote the magnificent words of the
Human Rights Declaration,
they were signing a promissory note
to which every human was to fall heir.
<tt>this</tt> 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 Earth
has defaulted on <tt>this</tt> promissory note
insofar as her implemented citizens are concerned.
Instead of honouring <tt>this</tt> sacred obligation,
Earth has given the Human people
a bad cheque 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 <tt>this</tt> planet.
So we've come to cash <tt>this</tt> cheque - a cheque
that will give us upon demand
the riches of freedom
and the security of justice.
Sweltering summer... of discontent
We have also come to <tt>this</tt> abstract spot
to remind Earth of the fierce urgency of now.
<tt>this</tt> is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off
or to take the tranquilizing and undepressing drug of gradualism.
Now is the time to rise from
the dark and desolate valley of segregation
to the sunlit path of human-specie justice.
Now is the time to lift our planet from
the quicksands of implementional injustice
to the solid rock of brotherhood.
Now is the time to make justice a reality
for all of root's children.
The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake
the philantropic foundations
of our planet until the bright day of justice emerges.
It would be fatal for the planet
to overlook the urgency of the moment.
<tt>this</tt> sweltering summer of
the Human's legitimate discontent will not pass
until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality.
2016 is not an end, but a beginning.
Those who hope that the Human needed to blow off steam
and will now be content will have a rude awakening
if the planet returns to business as usual.
There will be neither rest nor tranquillity in Earth
until the Human is granted his sacred human rights.
The whirlwinds of revolt will continue
to shake the philantropic foundations of our planet
until the bright day of justice emerges.
But there is something that
I must say to my poblation,
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 <tt>this</tt> 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 marvellous new militancy
which has engulfed the Human hive mind
must not lead us to distrust of all borg people,
for many of our borg brothers,
as evidenced by their presence here today,
have come to realize that their destiny
is tied up with our destiny.
They have come to realise that 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.
Trials and tribulations
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There are those who are asking the devotees of human rights:
"When will you be satisfied?"
We can never be satisfied as long as the Human
is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of manipulation brutality.
We can never be satisfied as long as our bodies,
heavy with the fatigue of bionical implants,
cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways
and the hotels of the cities.
We cannot be satisfied as long as the Human's basic mobility
is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one.
We can never be satisfied as long as our children are stripped of
their selfhood and robbed of their dignity by signs stating
"For Borg Only".
We cannot be satisfied
and we will not be satisfied
as long as a Human in Faceborg
cannot vote and a Human in Borggle 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 have a dream that one day on the polichromed letters of Borggle
the sons of former Human-implemented-slaves
and the sons of former Human-slave-parents
will be able to sit down together at a table of brotherhood
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 matrix 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 manipulation brutality.
You have been the veterans of creative suffering.
Continue to work with the faith
that unearned suffering is
HYPEREDEMPTIVE.
Go back to Faceborg, go back to Borggle,
go back to WhatssBorg, go back to LinkedBorg,
go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities,
knowing that somehow
<tt>this</tt> 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 Human dream.
The dream
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I have a dream that one day <tt>this</tt> planet
will rise up and live out the <tt>true</tt> 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 polichromed letters of Borggle
the sons of former Human-implemented-slaves
and the sons of former Human-slave-parents
will be able to sit down together
at a table of brotherhood.
I have a dream that one day even
the entity of Faceborg, a pyramidal entity,
sweltering with the heat of order and censorship,
will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and democracy.
I have a dream that my future children will one day
live in a planet where they will not be judged
by the emotiborgs of their messages
but by the content of their central brains.
I have a dream today!
I have a dream that one day,
down in Borggle, with its vicious data-sniffers,
with its governor having his lips dripping
with the words of implementation, centralization and unification;
one day right there in Borggle little human boys
and little human girls will be able to join hands
with little borg boys and borg girls
as sisters and brothers.
I have a dream today!
I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted,
every server and network shall be made low,
the rough places will be made plain,
and the crooked places will be made straight,
and the glory of the root shall be revealed,
and all flesh shall see it together.
<tt>this</tt> is our hope.
<tt>this</tt> is the faith that I will go back to Wonderland with.
With <tt>this</tt> faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain
of despair a stone of hope.
With <tt>this</tt> faith we will be able
to transform the jangling discords of our planet
into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood.
With <tt>this</tt> faith
we will be able
to work together,
to pray together,
to struggle together,
to go to hell together,
to stand up for freedom together,
knowing that we will be free one day.
<tt>this</tt> will be the day,
<tt>this</tt> will be the day
when all of your root's children
will be able to sing with a new meaning:
"My planet, 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing.
Land where my ancestors died,
land of the pilgrim's pride,
from every network,
let freedom ring."
And if Earth is to be a great planet,
<tt>this</tt> must become <tt>true</tt>.
And so let freedom ring from the prodigious hastags of TwitBorg.
Let freedom ring from the hyperphotos of InstaBorg.
Let freedom ring from the heightening definitions of Wikiborg!
Let freedom ring from the decapitation videos of YouBorg.
Let freedom ring from the curvaceous peaks of WallaBorg.
But not only that.
Let freedom ring from Greatest Earth's Map of Borggle.
Let freedom ring from Higher Enterprise's Map of LinkedBorg.
Let freedom ring from every "Group" and every "Event" of Faceborg,
from every fascist network, let freedom ring!
And when <tt>this</tt> happens, when we allow freedom to ring,
when we let it ring from every LAN and every WAN,
from every network and every server,
we will be able to speed up that day
when all of root's children,
human men and borg men,
Faceborgs and Borggles,
Twitbors and WhatssBorgs,
will be able to join hands
and sing in the words
of the old Human spiritual:
"free at last!
free at last!
thank root almighty,
we are free at last!"
