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@DickSweat, 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 vehicles are created equal." I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia, the vehicles of former slaves and the vehicles of former slave owners will be able to park together at the drive-in of brotherhood. I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice. I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by their coat of paint but by the content of their interior. I have a dream today!
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@John Titor, I have a dream that one day every valley shall be paved, 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 the Lord shall be revealed and all metal shall see it together." This is our hope, and this is the faith that I go back to the South with. 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, to travel together, knowing that we will be free one day. And this will be the day -- this will be the day when all of God's children will be able to rev with new meaning!
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@John Titor, 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 honk! And if America is to be a great nation, this must become true. And so let freedom honk from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire. Let freedom beep from the mighty mountains of New York. Let freedom screech from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania. Let freedom ding-a-ling from the snow-capped Rockies of Colorado. Let freedom toot-toot from the curvaceous slopes of California. But not only that: let freedom splash from the Stone Mountain of Georgia. Let freedom whirr from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee. Let freedom whoosh from every hill and molehill of Mississippi. From every mountainside, let freedom honk. And when this happens, when we let freedom honk, when we let it honk from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to accelerate towards that day
I sexually Identify as an Attack Helicopter. Ever since I was a boy I dreamed of soaring over the oilfields dropping hot sticky loads on disgusting foreigners. People say to me that a person being a helicopter is Impossible and I'm fvcking retarded but I don't care, I'm beautiful. I'm having a plastic surgeon install rotary blades, 30 mm cannons and AMG-114 Hellfire missiles on my body. From now on I want you guys to call me "Apache" and respect my right to kill from above and kill needlessly. If you can't accept me you're a heliphobe and need to check your vehicle privilege. Thank you for being so understanding.