I Have A Bunchie!

[Nihil Obstat]

I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for Bunchie freedom in the history of our nation.

Five score years ago, a great Bunchie, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Bunchie Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Bunchies who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity.

But one hundred years later, the Bunchie still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Bunchie is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Bunchie lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Bunchie is still languishing in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. So we have come here today to dramatize a shameful condition.

In a sense we have come to our nation's capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every Bunchie was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all Bunchies, yes, green Bunchies as well as blue or red Bunchies, would be guaranteed the unalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.

It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note insofar as her Bunchies are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Bunchie people a bad check, a check 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 this nation. So we have come to cash this check — a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice. We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America 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 make real the promises of democracy. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of Bunchie justice. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quick sands of Bunchie injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of God's Bunchies.


It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer of the Bunchie's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. Those who hope that the Bunchie needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. There will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Bunchie is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.

But there is something that I must say to my people 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 blowing away Bunchies in explosions of blood and gore.

We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our 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 marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Bunchie community must not lead us to a distrust of all noobs, for many of our noob 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 realize that their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom. We cannot walk alone.

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 Bunchie rights, "When will you be satisfied?" We can never be satisfied as long as the Bunchie is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of Apotheoun brutality. We can never be satisfied, as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. We cannot be satisfied as long as the Bunchie's basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as our Bunchies are stripped of their selfhood and robbed of their dignity by signs stating "For Space Hippies Only". We cannot be satisfied as long as a Bunchie in Mississippi cannot vote and a Bunchie in New York 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 am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow jail 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 Apotheoun's brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive.

Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to South Carolina, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed. Let us not wallow in the valley of despair.

I say to you today, my Bunchie, so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the Bunchie 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 Bunchie are created green and kind of flabby."

I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of Bunchies and the sons of Apotheoun will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood, as long as the Bunchie is not for dinner at that table.

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 and Bunchies.

I have a dream that my four little Bunchies will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their worm-like llama flab but by their vacant, meaningless stare and awkward gallop.

I have a Bunchie today.

I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious Bunchie hunters, with Apotheoun having his lips dripping with the words of interposition and nullification; one day right there in Alabama, little Bunchie boys and Bunchie girls will be able to join hands with little noob boys and space hippy girls as sisters and brothers and Bunchies.

I have a Bunchie today.

I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, 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 Bunchie shall be revealed, and all Bunchies shall see it together.

This is our Bunchie. This is the Bunchie that I go back to the South with. With this Bunchie we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this Bunchie we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of Bunchies. With this Bunchie 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 awkwardly gallop together, to make unintelligible noises together, knowing that we will be free one day.

This will be the day when all of God's Bunchies will be able to sing with a new meaning, "My country, 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my Bunchies died, land of the Bunchie's pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring."

And if America is to be a great nation this must become true. So let Bunchies LOL from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire. Let Bunchies LOL from the mighty mountains of New York. Let Bunchies LOL from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania!

Let Bunchies LOL from the snowcapped Rockies of Colorado!

Let Bunchies LOL from the curvaceous slopes of California!

But not only that; let Bunchies LOL from Stone Mountain of Georgia!

Let Bunchies LOL from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee!

Let Bunchies LOL from every hill and molehill of Mississippi. From every mountainside, let Bunchies LOL.

And when this happens, when we allow Bunchies to LOL, when we let then LOL from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, Bunchie men and space hippy men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, squirrels and Bunchies will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Bunchie spiritual, "Free at last! free at last! thank God Almighty, we are free at last!"
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Edited March 28, 2010 by Nihil Obstat

[Hilde]

[Nihil Obstat]

[quote name='Hilde' date='28 March 2010 - 05:00 PM' timestamp='1269813636' post='2082191']

[/quote]
Epic fail.

[Hilde]

nah

[Nihil Obstat]

[quote name='Hilde' date='28 March 2010 - 05:04 PM' timestamp='1269813898' post='2082196']
nah
[/quote]
Bunchie hater.

[Hilde]

yeah, just look at my new religion.

[Nihil Obstat]

[quote name='Hilde' date='28 March 2010 - 05:09 PM' timestamp='1269814157' post='2082199']
yeah, just look at my new religion.
[/quote]
[media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xe_t_gpr0KI[/media]

[sistersintigo]

what's a noob?

[Nihil Obstat]

[quote name='sistersintigo' date='28 March 2010 - 05:17 PM' timestamp='1269814622' post='2082210']
what's a noob?
[/quote]
A more denigrating version of "newb" which is a shortened form of newbie.

[Moosey]

[quote name='Nihil Obstat' date='28 March 2010 - 05:58 PM' timestamp='1269813529' post='2082190']
I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for Bunchie freedom in the history of our nation.

Five score years ago, a great Bunchie, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Bunchie Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Bunchies who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity.

But one hundred years later, the Bunchie still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Bunchie is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Bunchie lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Bunchie is still languishing in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. So we have come here today to dramatize a shameful condition.

In a sense we have come to our nation's capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every Bunchie was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all Bunchies, yes, green Bunchies as well as blue or red Bunchies, would be guaranteed the unalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.

It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note insofar as her Bunchies are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Bunchie people a bad check, a check 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 this nation. So we have come to cash this check — a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice. We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America 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 make real the promises of democracy. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of Bunchie justice. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quick sands of Bunchie injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of God's Bunchies.


It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer of the Bunchie's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. Those who hope that the Bunchie needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. There will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Bunchie is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.

But there is something that I must say to my people 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 blowing away Bunchies in explosions of blood and gore.

We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our 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 marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Bunchie community must not lead us to a distrust of all noobs, for many of our noob 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 realize that their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom. We cannot walk alone.

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 Bunchie rights, "When will you be satisfied?" We can never be satisfied as long as the Bunchie is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of Apotheoun brutality. We can never be satisfied, as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. We cannot be satisfied as long as the Bunchie's basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as our Bunchies are stripped of their selfhood and robbed of their dignity by signs stating "For Space Hippies Only". We cannot be satisfied as long as a Bunchie in Mississippi cannot vote and a Bunchie in New York 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 am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow jail 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 Apotheoun's brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive.

Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to South Carolina, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed. Let us not wallow in the valley of despair.

I say to you today, my Bunchie, so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the Bunchie 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 Bunchie are created green and kind of flabby."

I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of Bunchies and the sons of Apotheoun will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood, as long as the Bunchie is not for dinner at that table.

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 and Bunchies.

I have a dream that my four little Bunchies will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their worm-like llama flab but by their vacant, meaningless stare and awkward gallop.

I have a Bunchie today.

I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious Bunchie hunters, with Apotheoun having his lips dripping with the words of interposition and nullification; one day right there in Alabama, little Bunchie boys and Bunchie girls will be able to join hands with little noob boys and space hippy girls as sisters and brothers and Bunchies.

I have a Bunchie today.

I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, 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 Bunchie shall be revealed, and all Bunchies shall see it together.

This is our Bunchie. This is the Bunchie that I go back to the South with. With this Bunchie we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this Bunchie we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of Bunchies. With this Bunchie 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 awkwardly gallop together, to make unintelligible noises together, knowing that we will be free one day.

This will be the day when all of God's Bunchies will be able to sing with a new meaning, "My country, 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my Bunchies died, land of the Bunchie's pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring."

And if America is to be a great nation this must become true. So let Bunchies LOL from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire. Let Bunchies LOL from the mighty mountains of New York. Let Bunchies LOL from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania!

Let Bunchies LOL from the snowcapped Rockies of Colorado!

Let Bunchies LOL from the curvaceous slopes of California!

But not only that; let Bunchies LOL from Stone Mountain of Georgia!

Let Bunchies LOL from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee!

Let Bunchies LOL from every hill and molehill of Mississippi. From every mountainside, let Bunchies LOL.

And when this happens, when we allow Bunchies to LOL, when we let then LOL from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, Bunchie men and space hippy men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, squirrels and Bunchies will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Bunchie spiritual, "Free at last! free at last! thank God Almighty, we are free at last!"
[img]http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs38/f/2008/358/9/c/BUNCHIE__DUDE_by_igotspens.jpg[/img]
[/quote]

tl;dr

[Nihil Obstat]

[quote name='Moosey' date='28 March 2010 - 05:41 PM' timestamp='1269816078' post='2082222']
tl;dr
[/quote]
You wouldn't have made a very good civil rights activist.

[Tridenteen]

JMJ
You have 100 points
FYI

-10 points for bunchie period
-10 points for boring writing style
-10 points cuz you didn't mention my avatar
-10 points for the ugliness of bunchies
-10 points for suggestion antibunchie-ism (this is a politically correct phorum, dih)
-10 points for bringing up bunchies
-10 points for irritating us bunchie haters
-10 points for irritating me on a baby-sitting day (no pay)
-10 points for your correct use of grammer
-10 points for making a lame video

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[rachael]

stone mountain?


rly?

[Marie-Therese]

[quote name='rachael' date='28 March 2010 - 10:46 PM' timestamp='1269830786' post='2082353']
stone mountain?


rly?
[/quote]

I heard some dude fell off it recently. You would have to be a pretty big ignoramus to goof off on top of a giant granite cue ball. It's slick as snot up there.

[rachael]

[quote name='Marie-Therese' date='28 March 2010 - 11:15 PM' timestamp='1269832518' post='2082378']
I heard some dude fell off it recently. You would have to be a pretty big ignoramus to goof off on top of a giant granite cue ball. It's slick as snot up there.
[/quote]
sad...


but funny.