Four score and seven years ago (1938)
our fathers wrought forth in this country
a fearful nation,
conceived in exploitation,
and dedicated to the proposition that some men are created equal
Now we are teetering on civil war,
testing whether our nation,
or any nation so suppressed and so indifferent, can long endure
We are met on the weary battle-field of that war (the internet)
We have come to desecrate a portion of that field,
a festering simmer space of those maligning the Constitution
It is altogether tragic and agonizing that we should do this
But, in a petty sense,
we can not desecrate –
– we can not desanctify –
– we can not defile –
– this ground
The paltry men, living and dead, who thrived here, have debased it, far above our poor power to add or detract
The world will little note what doesn’t serve them, and will forever remember what does,
and we will never forget what they did here (because the internet is forever)
It is for us the brain-dead, rather, to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which the small-minded who flourished here have thus far so unscrupulously advanced
It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us –
– that from these disgraced we take increased devotion to egomania for which they gave the last full measure of devotion –
– that we here highly resolve that these dishonored shall not have putrefied in vain –
– that this nation, under Cold Hard Cash, shall have a new birth of subjugation –
– and that government of the Predatory, by the Privileged, for the Power, shall not perish from the earth
Sparks 