let us not wallow in the valley of despair. i say to you today, my friends, that even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow. 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 my four little 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 every valley shall be exalted, and every hill and every mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plains and the crooked places will be made straight and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed and all flesh shall see it together.
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 climb 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 new meaning "my country 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee i sing. land where my father's 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 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 snow-capped rockies of colorado.
let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of california.
but not only that, let freedom, ring from stone mountain of georgia.
let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of mississippi and every mountainside.
and when this happens, when we let freedom ring, when we let it ring from every tenement 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 spiritual, "free at last, free at last. thank god almighty, we are free at last."
the reverend doctor martin luther king jr. (august twenty-eighth, nineteen sixty-three)
on monday, we celebrated the life of one of the most influential men of all time. yesterday, the president called for a constitutional amendment banning gay marriage. today, the ohio legislature passed an amendment that keeps employers from giving benefits to "domestic partners." we have a national holiday for a man who worked for everyone to be treated equally, then immediately begin to opress and alienate people. what kind of a country are we? we fight in iraq to "free the iraqi people from oppression" we fight in afghanistan to free the people and create democracy, yet here at home we make laws to keep our own citizens under wraps, just because we don't like the people that they're in love with. well guess what george bush, i don't like your wife, so why don't you take away her health insurance. i don't like that your married, dick cheney, so why don't you tell your wide that when you die, she won't recieve the support that she needs. who's next, the handicapped, the sick, the elderly? who else can we attack in this "land of the free?" today i am ashamed to live in ohio, and i am ashamed to live in america, the "greatest country in the world"
Wednesday, January 21, 2004
Sunday, January 18, 2004
is it bad when you can't remember the last time you were happy?
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Saturday, January 17, 2004
kill me. no, really... kill me. i would be much happier if you made me dead. because there doesn't seem to be anyone who really cares, even the people i love. so, just leave me be, and let me die, because then i won't have to deal with this fake bullshit, and your lies of love. because while i'm here, having the beginning of the worst week of my life, you're in a hot tub with your friends. so fuck off, and let me be. because if you're done, then tell me. but don't make me live like this anymore.
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Thursday, January 15, 2004
i don't want to live on the moon- ernie
well, i'd like to visit the moon
on a rocket ship high in the air
yes, i'd like to visit the moon
but i don't think i'd like to live there
though i'd like to look down a the earth from above
i would miss all the places and people i love
so although i might like it for one afternoon
i don't want to live on the moon
i'd like to travel under the sea
i could meet all the fish everywhere
yes, i'd like to travel under the sea
but i don't think i'd like to live there
i might stay for a day if i had my wish
but there's no much to do when your friends are all fish
and an oyster and clam aren't real family
so i don't want to live in the sea
i'd like to visit the jungle, hear the lions roar
go back in time and meet a dinosaur
there so many strange places i'd like to be
but none of them permanently
so if i should visit the moon
well, i'll dance on a moonbeam and then
i will make a wish on a star
and i'll wish i was home once again
though i'd like to look down on the earth from above
i would miss al the places and people i love
so although i may go i'll be coming home soon
'cause i don't want to live on the moon
no, i don't want to live on the moon
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Tuesday, January 13, 2004
Friday, January 09, 2004
fuck. fuck. fuck. fuck. fuck. fuck. fuck. shit. shit. shit. shit. shit. shit. shit. shit. shit. shit. shit. fuck.
written by gregory samuel at 11:02 PM 0 comments
Thursday, January 08, 2004
Sunday, January 04, 2004
who wants to write the waiting for godot and the stranger part of my english paper? because i've got the intro and the metamorphosis done. come on baby, be my muse. i didn't read these books and it's bull to the shit from here. singing a song, dancing the night away. i start going to thoreau practices tomorrow. blocking sheets blocking sheets, i control where you stand for the next month, and so help me you'd better stand in the same place, or suffer the wrath of the student director and stage manager, and we withold your thespian points too, cause we're the ones in charge. who's stupid idea was it to have two spaces between sentences. stupid mla can suck my balls. modern language association my ass. still haven't written my government paper due two weeks ago, that's tomorrow nights work. good night.
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Saturday, January 03, 2004
i think blogger may not be working, and that would be making me sad
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Friday, January 02, 2004
so 2004 has commenced, and i don't feel any different. we are now in the year of our graduation, and the beginning of what will be the rest of our lives. i don't know what i'm supposed to feel about this, or what other people are feeling. i mean, it's still the winter and we're still in school, so it doesn't feel any different, but we're barely six months away from graduating from high school, and nine months from college. i still don't know where i'm going, or if i'm going to be accepted to ccm. ugh. the next two months are going to be hell, between making up all of my work from this past quarter, solo and ensemble, the shakespeare competition, my interviews, the cincinatus competition, and stage managing thoreau. i don't even know when i'm going to get stuff done. but hopefully i will. i can't wait for march to roll around, because then it's dallas and chicago and getting ready for the muscial. life is going to be a breeze after february, minus the two ap tests, but it's no big thing. ok, well i'm getting some dinner and then figuring out the plans for the evening. adios.
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