The greatest speech by the greatest man ever

Please read and enjoy can't believe this speech was made 47 years ago today. Humanity still needs to learn from this great man....... This speech is more important than any speech by JFK or Churchill, because it set about the activism for true emancipation from American aparthied....... Reading this may even give you some humilty, I hope so anyway........



Martin Luther King Speeches

I Have a Dream - Address at March on Washington

August 28, 1963. Washington, D.C.

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 nation. [Applause]
Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of captivity.

But one hundred years later, we must face the tragic fact that the Negro is still not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro 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 an appalling 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 would be guaranteed the inalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.

It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad 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 rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to open the doors of opportunity to all of God's children. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quicksands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood.

It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment and to underestimate the determination of the Negro. This sweltering summer of the Negro'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 Negro 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 Negro 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 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 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 Negro community must not lead us to distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny and 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. There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, "When will you be satisfied?" 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 Negro's basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro 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 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 police 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 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 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 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 red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at a table of brotherhood.

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

I have a dream that my four 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 the state of Alabama, whose governor's lips are presently dripping with the words of interposition and nullification, will be transformed into a situation where little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls and walk together 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 with which I return to the South. 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, 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 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 freedom ring."

And if America is to be a great nation this must become true. So let freedom ring from the prodigious 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 snowcapped Rockies of Colorado!

Let freedom ring from the curvaceous peaks of California!

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

Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee!

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

When we let freedom 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, 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 Negro spiritual, "Free at last! free at last! thank God Almighty, we are free at last!"

Martin Luther King's I Have A Dream Speech






The Fortress of Solitude

My lucky pants and socks was so unlucky last nite

These are my fave lucky boxers and they helped USA no end last night but all the same love me love my shorts lol


The Fortress of Solitude

Location:Great Grimsby, England

the boozer here i come

first may I say this is my first post from my new laptop, i love the iPhone but posting blogs from and using as a P.C aint the coolest idea lol. i just wanted to say ive had a great idea for a book i plan on writing,its gonna be very cool. im going to the pub today as ive got tomorrow off work, cant beat a sunday schlurpy yummylicious. five or six pints then maccy d's and home for facebook lamity and more HD videos on YouTube. so for now bye bye and hello beeriod number three lol. lloyds here i come

Kennedy speech Berlin

The greatest speech ever I love Kennedy




The Kennedy Berlin speech



I am proud to come to this city as the guest of your distinguished Mayor, who has symbolized throughout the world the fighting spirit of West Berlin. And I am proud to visit the Federal Republic with your distinguished Chancellor who for so many years has committed Germany to democracy and freedom and progress, and to come here in the company of my fellow American, General Clay, who has been in this city during its great moments of crisis and will come again if ever needed.

Two thousand years ago the proudest boast was "civis Romanus sum." Today, in the world of freedom, the proudest boast is "Ich bin ein Berliner."

I appreciate my interpreter translating my German!

There are many people in the world who really don't understand, or say they don't, what is the great issue between the free world and the Communist world. Let them come to Berlin. There are some who say that communism is the wave of the future. Let them come to Berlin. And there are some who say in Europe and elsewhere we can work with the Communists. Let them come to Berlin. And there are even a few who say that it is true that communism is an evil system, but it permits us to make economic progress. Lass' sie nach Berlin kommen. Let them come to Berlin.

Freedom has many difficulties and democracy is not perfect, but we have never had to put a wall up to keep our people in, to prevent them from leaving us. I want to say, on behalf of my countrymen, who live many miles away on the other side of the Atlantic, who are far distant from you, that they take the greatest pride that they have been able to share with you, even from a distance, the story of the last 18 years. I know of no town, no city, that has been besieged for 18 years that still lives with the vitality and the force, and the hope and the determination of the city of West Berlin. While the wall is the most obvious and vivid demonstration of the failures of the Communist system, for all the world to see, we take no satisfaction in it, for it is, as your Mayor has said, an offense not only against history but an offense against humanity, separating families, dividing husbands and wives and brothers and sisters, and dividing a people who wish to be joined together.

What is true of this city is true of Germany--real, lasting peace in Europe can never be assured as long as one German out of four is denied the elementary right of free men, and that is to make a free choice. In 18 years of peace and good faith, this generation of Germans has earned the right to be free, including the right to unite their families and their nation in lasting peace, with good will to all people. You live in a defended island of freedom, but your life is part of the main. So let me ask you as I close, to lift your eyes beyond the dangers of today, to the hopes of tomorrow, beyond the freedom merely of this city of Berlin, or your country of Germany, to the advance of freedom everywhere, beyond the wall to the day of peace with justice, beyond yourselves and ourselves to all mankind.

Freedom is indivisible, and when one man is enslaved, all are not free. When all are free, then we can look forward to that day when this city will be joined as one and this country and this great Continent of Europe in a peaceful and hopeful globe. When that day finally comes, as it will, the people of West Berlin can take sober satisfaction in the fact that they were in the front lines for almost two decades.

All free men, wherever they may live, are citizens of Berlin, and, therefore, as a free man, I take pride in the words "Ich bin ein Berliner." Hear this .wav 198K

President John F. Kennedy - June 26, 1963





The Fortress of Solitude

Location:Grimsby England

The way I feel at the moment

Well I guess this needs a little prologue, so here it is. I am stuck totally in a rut of nothing in life, I want to achieve so much more get a new job etc. The one thing I need to change beyond all others is my terminal singledom, I have great freinds all of whom are settled, don't get me wrong I have some aquaintances, I can stand around in the pub drinking with, but at the end of the day I'm 32 and I should be doing more constructive things with my time. I have been single since December 06 that's knocking on four tragically empty years, I'd had my heart torn out in the September of that year, by the upto that point love of my life. After Trish she told lie after lie and cheated a few times, I'll use real names, I met Georgina who was so damn good for me, but due to me being an insecure moron she ended it. All I have to say is fair play to her on that. Every other girlfreind has tended when lookin back, to have used me in games with thier exes, which is great for self esteem not. But anyway back to the point at hand, I seem to have started this new decade as I started the last TERMINALLY SINGLE. Anyways I wrote a poem below, that ten years later i'm still emotionally living through. It's written in the hi-coup non rhyming style enjoy

Grounded feet on my little island

Am I so disgusting or hideous, that even worms disdain of me. Am I to be allowed no love, and in which case, will those who have it ridicule me.
And will the tide not turn in my favour, I'm guessing that they will, heap upon me a thousand fathoms of pain, to which I cry, am I the chosen martyr, for all our earths ills.
Then I have to ready myself, for not one but many a day of attonement, and steady my already sunken ship. Long ago scuttled on the island shores, of loneliness, of which I have no choice to call home.
Everyday a journey to a realised end, that is so very solitary of confinement.
My world is my own and I'm alone, and that's not how I want it to be. It's like I'm stranded in a crowd of millions, trapped in sacrificial singledom. But it's my job I guess, to be the odd number in life, and solemnly I accept it.
Was my creation and life, so malevolent and ill judged, I seem to think so. Because against all the usual, hope that everyone else has, I'm not allowed to feel the everything they share.
So I'll remain on my little island, looking for the faint light of rescue, and make the best of my worst situation, make believing, one day, that everything comes good.


The Fortress of Solitude

Location:Grimsby, England

The ballad of the lost unfound

Well I guess I better start at the beginning, I have so much stuff to get off ones chest. But that's for later my freinds.
Yesterday I watched a docu about the Graf Zepplin goin around the world in 1929, the timeshift totally entranced me, but bygone ages usually do. The history of the world back then looked great but a few years later a depression laid waste to the good times, and beyond that a war which ravaged this world of ours laying 50+ million dead for crazy Nazi ideals.
Anyway I've digressed enough that kinda fed my mind for a blog post. You see not much about humanity has changed, our circumstances have changed and mostly for the better, but we remain the same animals all to willing to make the same dumb mistakes. But I'd take a trip back to the 20's there seems something idyllic about those days, people no doubt worried as much as we do now, but they seemed so much more carefree and respectful. Marriage worked then people spend way too much time these days living alone. Kids had much less but what they had made them happier, society had moral fibre something tragically missing today. The idealogue in me almost wants that moral fibre to come into a world, I've never knew it existed in, sure I've seen it in the movies, it's kinda what made me the die hard liberal I am today. All I gotta do is find me a woman cut from the same cloth and I'm set lol, part of this blog post is I hope damning the lack of morals in today's society both male and female alike are guilty, I sound like such a Puritan I'm not that bad, on Sunday night I walked into one of my local pubs and a few people were in a corner chatting loudly, anyway when one came to the bar for more drinks he said that he was holding a national front meeting. I was shocked that the manager had allowed such a meeting to happen in her pub, I promptly left I don't want to be associated with such virulent scum. What must society do to lose racism from it's character it's a dark part of it's psyche I guess only Dr Gregory House could remove it, and he is fictitious. I guess we just have to use old fashioned hope, that one day it's all okay cos people have to be alright to be happy. To be frank and earnest I'm genuinely alright i have a great family unit, and the freinds I've got are all happily settled, which has made them much better people and better freinds. It's just most of the time I'm lonely as a vandee globe competitor. Anyway my next blog will be less whiny I promise.


The Fortress of Solitude

The first blog of many a short welcome

This is my new blog site it was time to kill the old livejournal account was so hard to post to from my iPhone. Let's see how easy this one is to post to, I like blogging on the hop it's gonna be political, funny and ten to the power of nerd if you like me you'll like this. I'm so so excited about this hope you all follow and like it, I'm gonna premier a big idea here too which is gonna be so cool see ya soon


The Fortress of Solitude