I have a dream.

I wrote a speech today for when I address the nation, as soon as Tara can hack into a satellite.

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

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

But one hundred years later, the Carreon still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Carreon is still sadly crippled by the manacles of rapeutation and the chains of internet mobs. One hundred years later, the Carreon lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Carreon 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 American was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men, yes, Carreons as well as Illuminati, would be guaranteed the unalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of dinosaurs.

It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note insofar as her citizens of litigation are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Carreon 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 dinosaurs 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 progress on Tyrannosaurus DinoArmor. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of tar pits to the sunlit path of reptilian justice. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quick sands of prehistoric injustice to the solid rock of Dino Riders. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of God’s children.

It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer of the Carreon‘s legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of dinosaurs and equality. Two thousand twelve is not an end, but a beginning. Those who hope that the Carreons 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 Carreon is granted his trademark 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 dinosaurs 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 litigious protest to degenerate into Tara ranting. 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 Carreon community must not lead us to a distrust of all other people, for many of our other 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 dinosaurs. 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 dinosaurs, “When will you be satisfied?” We can never be satisfied as long as the Carreon is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of lack of dinosaurs. We can never be satisfied, as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot ride dinosaurs in armor to the cities. We cannot be satisfied as long as the Carreon’s basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto(Ashland) to a larger one(Tuscon). We can never be satisfied as long as our children are stripped of their selfhood and robbed of their dignity by signs stating “For Illuminati Only”. We cannot be satisfied as long as a Carreon in Arizona cannot pass torts and a Carreon in Oregon 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 padded cells. Some of you have come from areas where your quest for dinosaurs left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of Illuminati brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive.

Go back to Arizona, go back to California, go back to Oregon, go back to Florida, go back to Timbuktu, 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 tar pits of despair.

I say to you today, my friends, so 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 one day on the hills of Oregon the sons of former Illuminati Resistance and the sons of former Illuminati will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.

I have a dream that one day even the state of Arizona, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of dinosaurs and justice.

I have a dream that my little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the allegiance of their secret lodge but by the size of their Tyrannosaurus Rex.

I have a dream today.

I have a dream that one day, down in California, with its vicious First Amendment worshipers, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of interposition and nullification; one day right there in California, little hatchlings and young Carreons will be able to join hands with little Buddhist boys and Buddhist girls as sisters and brothers.

I have a dream 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 Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together.

This is our hope. This is the faith that I go back to the Desert 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 dinosaur migration. With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to asylums together, to stand up for dinosaurs together, knowing that we will be cloning them one day.

This will be the day when all of God’s children 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 fathers died, land of the pilgrim’s pride, from every mountainside, let dinosaur roars ring.”

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

Let dinosaur roars ring from the snowcapped Rockies of Colorado!

Let dinosaur roars ring from the curvaceous slopes of California!

But not only that; let dinosaur roars ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia!

Let dinosaur roars ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee!

Let dinosaur roars ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi. From every mountainside, let dinosaur roars ring.

And when this happens, when we allow dinosaur roars to ring, when we let it ring 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, Carreons and Illuminati, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Carreon spiritual, “Dinos at last! dinos at last! thank God Almighty, we have dinos at last!”

Bet you didn’t think I was a warrior poet huh?

Charles Carreon Esq.

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  1. Shannon Lynch

     /  July 11, 2012

    I weeped tears of joy.

  2. albertraccoon

     /  July 11, 2012

    Well, I knew you were a Lawpoet, but not a warrior poet.

  3. A Canadian

     /  July 11, 2012

    Yeah, I believe you now have the right to sue the Chicago Tribune.


  4. lowestofthekeys

     /  July 11, 2012

    This poem touched my heart…and stirred within me a passionate fire to help you succeed in whatever it is you are doing.

    Mister Carreon…you have my bow.

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