America is Dying and Nobody Can Save It

Except the affected and the maddened

January 15 is the birth date of Martin Luther King Jr. The 3-day weekend is mandatory because Americans love any excuse to fuck off from work and actually live.

Well, I don’t know what will happen now. We’ve got some difficult days ahead. But it doesn’t matter with me now. Because I’ve been to the mountaintop. And I don’t mind. Like anybody, I would like to live a long life. Longevity has its place. But I’m not concerned about that now. I just want to do God’s will. And He’s allowed me to go up to the mountain. And I’ve looked over. And I’ve seen the promised land. I may not get there with you. But I want you to know tonight, that we, as a people, will get to the promised land. So I’m happy, tonight. I’m not worried about anything. I’m not fearing any man. Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord.

There it is. America was alive when the latter half of King’s impeccable speech became the crux of a quilted civilization. It mattered why and how leaders of a revolution could stand the stench of a flood carrying rotten bodies through the streets of a modernized Mecca.