I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration of mental illness in the history of our nation.
Over 1 score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we writhe like fly larva, signed the Tax Act of 1981. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to tens of wealthy oligarchs who had been seared in the flames of withering taxes. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity.
But 29 years later, their freedom - ahem, our freedom - is still is not free. The life of the rich man is still sadly crippled by the manacles of taxation and the chains of regulation. 29 years later, the elite live on a lonely island of wealth in the midst of a vast ocean of sloth and mediocrity. 29 years later, the capitalist is still languishing in his mansions and yachts and finds himself a target 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 write 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 certain Americans was to fall heir. This note was a promise that certain men, yes, white men, would be guaranteed the right to be as rich and powerful as they wanted, to be free to distribute that wealth when and if they felt like it and to be free from having the government tell them how much they had to contribute back to the general welfare. Democrats and liberals want to let their rightful tax cuts expire; we've come to write them a check, out of our defaulting accounts.
It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promise insofar as her citizens of plenty are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has asked them to share their wealth, to share the burden in times of peril that they have created. But we refuse to believe that the money of the chosen ones can be rightfully claimed by the nation that created it. We refuse to believe that there are sufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. So we have come to write this check — a check that will give the rich more of their riches and the freedom and the security to spend it on themselves. 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 oligarchy. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of equality to the sunlit path of free market capitalism. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quick sands of empathy and social justice to the solid rock of elite rule. Now is the time to make corporate rule a reality for the chosen one's among God's children.
It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer of the rich white man's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom from taxation. 2010 is not an end, but a beginning. Those who hope that the radical right only needed to blow up the country for 8 years and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation attempts to reset its balance of power. There will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the rich white man is returned to his rightful throne. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to be sold and marketed by Wall Street, conservative media outlets and faux movements and will shake the foundations of our nation until the bright days of the oligarchy return.
But there is something that I must say to my people who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of oligarchy. In the process of gaining our rightful place we must not be perceived of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for wealth and power by appearing to drink from the cup of greed and fascism. Let us re-write history, distort and destroy the facts, inflame the passions of the weak and the stupid masses, create class warfare and make money off of the great show we have engineered. Let us claim the heroes and the message of the our ideological opponents as our own, attack them as interments of our own deceits, and frame them as enemies of democracy and freedom.
We must forever conduct our struggle on the lowest planes of ignorance and hatred. We must infer the obligation of our followers to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting calls for social equality with brute force and intimidation. The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Tea Party community must not lead us to a distrust of all politicians, for many of our GOP 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 try to turn the clock back. We cannot allow social progress. There are those who are asking the devotees of free market capitalism, "When will you be satisfied?" We can never be satisfied as long as our wealth is in any sense taxed and regulated, the victims of lazy, freeloading communist liberals and empathetic, politically correct do-gooders. We can never be satisfied, as long as our capital gains, heavy with the fatigue of sub prime lending, cannot buy every single politician in the halls of Congress and every justice on the Supreme Court. We cannot be satisfied with four houses, three yachts, and 36% of the country's private wealth. We can never be satisfied as long as our Ivy League children are forced to compete with public school swine and robbed of their birthrights by hungry, scrappy immigrants and minorities who believe in the myth of the American dream. We cannot be satisfied as long as the middle and working class people in America can vote a Negro into the White House, believing they can create change with their vote. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until wealth tickles down like a single, slow bead of sweat from our mighty stream.
I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have no health insurance, no jobs, have lost your homes. Some of you have come from areas where your quest for survival left you hungry for scapegoats and simple solutions to the challenges we face. You are the veterans of our war on liberals. Continue to work with the faith that someday we will toss you a few of our crumbs.
Go back to Mississippi, go back to Texas, go back to South Carolina, go back to Arizona, go back to Oklahoma, to Ohio, go back to the suburbs and the small towns of the South, the Southwest and the Midwest, knowing that somehow this government can and will be overthrown. Let us not wallow in the valley of bipartisanship and democracy.
I say to you today, my friends, so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a scheme. It is a scheme deeply rooted in the American traditions of exploitation.
I have a scheme 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, except the ones that are 3/5 of a man. Or are gay. Or aren't Christian. Or are poor."
I have a scheme that one day in the backs halls of Washington DC the sons of CEOs and the sons of Republican politicians and the sons of the Christian Right will be able to sit down together at the table of white brotherhood.
I have a scheme that one day even in the liberal cesspools of America's crumbling cities, sweltering with the heat of systemic failure, sweltering with the heat of economic oppression, will be transformed into an oasis for poor, cheap labor with a common ruling class they dare not challenge. I have a dream that four hundred of the richest white children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the size of their intellects or the fruits of their labors but by the content of their last name.
I have a scheme today.
I have a scheme that one day, down in Arizona, with its insidious racial diversity, its governor having her lips dripping with the words of racial superiority and constitutional nullification; one day right there in Arizona, little hispanic boys and girls will be deprived of their American citizenship and sent back to Mexico. I have a scheme today.
I have a scheme that one day every liberal shall be expunged, the Muslims shall be made Christian, and the gays 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 Fox with. With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of struggle a stone of profit. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of homogeneity. With this faith we will be able to work for, to pray for, to struggle for, to stand up for freedom for the rich together, knowing that we will may one day win the lottery and join them.
This will be the day when the chosen among 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, long live Beck's scheme."
And if America is to be a great nation this must become true. So let freedom ring from the prodigious leather chairs of the boardrooms. Let freedom ring from the mighty opening bell of Wall Street. Let freedom ring from the heightening allegories of Machiavelli!
Let freedom ring from the golden yachts!
Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of trophy wives!
But not only that; let freedom ring from the Mountain of Untaxed Dividends!
Let freedom ring from the Lookout Mountain of K Street!
Let freedom ring from every Christian church of America. From every McMansion, let freedom ring.
And when this happens, when we allow freedom 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 chosen children, rich white men and stinky rich white men, Gentiles and a handful of Jews yet to be converted, born agains and Pentacostals, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old oligarch lament, "In a democracy the poor will have more power than the rich, because there are more of them, and the will of the majority is supreme."