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Thank you Newgrounds for making me an overnight sensation

Posted by Metaphor128 - January 7th, 2009


Hey guys what's up B)

Wanted to say a bit about my movie that has entered the portal and made front page.

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.
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!

i hope that will make my points a bit clearer ok better wrap this up quick thnx again NG B)

Thank you Newgrounds for making me an overnight sensation


Comments

do u do commishies? ^-^

wise words

That sure was an epic movie, but not exactly a historical event. Don't get too cocky kid.

I am a single mother and my only son, Jamie, is 13. About six months ago I walked into his room to ask him if he wanted to come with me to my sister's house for the evening. I opened the door without knocking and gently knocked as I looked around the door. When I saw him he was half sitting half lying on the bed with an ENORMOUS erection in his hand. I just stood and stared in amazement as I saw that my 13 year old son had a much bigger penis than his father or any other man I had been with. He lay still for a moment staring back at me before starting back wanking his big cock again. I could not believe he was going to carry on and do it in front of me but I was transfixed and glued to the spot. He was breathing hard and looking right at me while I glanced at his face but stayed fixed on his huge, throbbing cock which was leaking precum from its bulbous head. He started to grunt and then he shot streams of thick spunk out all over his chest and stomach. It came out hard and in large amounts, maybe four big jets and a few small squirts. I stood dumbstruck as he lay panting and milking the last of his load from his still hard dick. He looked me right in the eye and grinned his gorgeous grin before saying, "Enjoy the show?" I just turned and left the room in a whirl of emotions. I walked around trying to think what to do but all I could do was think how fantastic his penis looked. I told myself it was wrong but I was turned on so I could not decide what to do. I sneaked home late that night so as to avoid him. I couldn't look at him the next morning but he was grinning all the time and trying to ask me what was wrong. He was saying things like I shouldn't worry about seeing him as he enjoyed it more than ever, and that he thought I enjoyed it too. I ignored him and when he asked me to admit I enjoyed watching, I walked out.

That night when he came home he was quiet and I thought he might have realised he was wrong to have flaunted himself in front of me. Later he was in the living room watching TV while I was doing some cleaning and I walked into the living room to dust the furniture. He was sitting on the couch stark naked with his clothes in a pile on the floor wanking his big, hard cock. I gasped and managed to ask him what the hell he was playing at. He grinned and said he was doing what we both wanted him to do. I said that was not true, but he calmly said that it was. Then he said, "I can tell because you keep staring at my cock. It's big for my age, isn't it?" I was shaking and I wanted to leave but I couldn't. I just kept on staring. He then told me how he had wanked with his friends and his cock was twice the size of some of theirs. I said I wasn't surprised. Then I said, "It's bigger than any grown man's I have seen in the flesh." I couldn't believe I was telling him that. I saw him grin proudly. "Is it really?" he asked, and I told him yes. "Do you like it?" he asked, and I told him yes. He wanked harder and panted and I saw his abs flexing and his massive penis swelling as he grunted that he was going to cum. He came even more and even harder than he had the night before, even hitting his face and neck with the first two jets. He must have shot eight or nine jets and as he lay sweating and panting. I was sweating and panting too.

I sat down next to him. He turned and looked at me, smiling. "Did you enjoy that as much as I did," he asked. I told him yes. "Well I'll be able to do it again if you want to do it for me," he said with a smile. I said he must be joking but he said no. As he stroked his still hard penis he invited me to take hold of it. I couldn't resist. I took hold of his fat, sticky shaft and squeezed it before stroking up its length and over the spermy head, then down the underside to his large balls. He giggled cheekily and said, "See mum, I knew you'd like it." I stroked and squeezed his cock and balls with one hand while I rubbed his chest and stomach with the other, smoothing the cum over his warm, smooth skin. I had told him before how well muscled he was for his age and I complimented him again as I felt his impressively firm and defined chest and stomach muscles beneath the film of spunk.

I began to wank his mighty penis harder and faster as I continued to rub his toned body. He was breathing deeply and saying, "Oh yes mum, I love it, you are doing it so good." I said, "I love wanking you Jamie. Your dick is so big and sexy." I kept on wanking him for a good ten minutes before his pants and moans became grunts and he said he was cumming. "Do it Jamie," I urged. He shot his second load out over his stomach and my hand. I rubbed his hot cum all over his body and then we both said how much we enjoyed it. I told him to go and shower and I went to my room and fingered myself to a quick and intense orgasm.

The next night I undressed him and I got a ruler and tape measure to see how big he actually was. I measured him at seven inches in length and 5 inches around. I then stripped off with him and we started stroking and wanking each other. He had never seen a woman naked before and I showed him where everything was. He came quickly but he then concentrated on getting me off and I came soon afterwards. We have continued in this way ever since, though we only do it a few times each week. We have a fantastic relationship. He has a girlfriend at school and lots of friends who he socialises with all the time. He is a totally level headed young man and we both understand what we do is just sexy fun. He is even bigger now and is getting more manly all the time. I will never have full sex with him as it would be totally wrong, even with protection, but I now see nothing wrong with our fun and hope it continues for another year or two.

I see no credit to Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. in any of this, ya little plagiarist. His holiday is coming up soon, but it doesn't mean you can just copy his speech in celebration for your front page crap and not give the man any props.

Seriously, man.

This girl has the most incredible body I've ever seen:

<a href="http://www.sexyemilie.com/?id=1000264">http://www.sexyemilie.com/?id=1000264 </a>

...can I buy some pot from you?

Smiling, Bulbasaur stepped forward; he traced the wet path with his eyes, watching as it slid downwards across Pikachu's face, trembling on Pikachu's thin lip; gasping softly, Pikachu opened his mouth slightly and sucked it in. Fur soft on his face, Bulbasaur rubbed his muzzle across Pikachu's cheek, spreading the saline trail over Pikachu's face. Reveling in his power, Bulbasaur laid his head on Pikachu's chest, listening to his breathing. The fur caressed his chin, rippling across his skin, soft and silky. Ecstatic, he rubbed his head on Pikachu's stomach, reveling in the soft, satiny touch, humming gently. He smiled as he felt himself tighten, harden; shifting closer, he began rubbing his hardened body across Pikachu's silky pelt. Fluttering eyes shuttered open, slowly, then suddenly snapped open in shock as Bulbasaur rubbed intimately against him. Spasming, Pikachu kicked Bulbasaur in the neck, hard.

"Bahhh!!" Coughing painfully, Bulbasaur reeled back, gargling slightly. Helpless, Pikachu struggled, his legs kicking, toes spread and arms bound tightly. Breath blowing deeply, Bulbasaur began to moan deeply in the back of his throat. Growling, he lifted the struggling Pikachu over his head, holding it firmly harshly, his body braced, legs spread and tense. Suddenly howling, he smashed Pikachu down before him, crushing his furred chest into the earth. Hard, he felt his body vibrate, hate, randiness and power screaming in his head. Tense vines suddenly snapped back. Holding Pikachu, he maneuvered, unmoving; Pulling Pikachu towards him, he maneuvered Pikachu before him; the tip of Pikachu's tail just tickling his nose.

Suddenly, harshly, powerfully, he tightened, pulled and mounted, shoving Pikachu's tail high over his head,. Hard, he thrust himself forward; Pikachu's eyes flashed open in panic, and he screamed as he felt Bulbasaur push harshly against him. Rubbing his hardened erection against Pikachu's silky fur, he searched, then suddenly felt his hard, firm head find and caress the straining muscles as he pushed the very tip of his head into the tiny, clenched opening, feeling the spread of shivering muscles as he wiggled, positioned, and eyes hard with lust, slowly and agonizingly penetrate, feeling the straining lips slip over every wrinkle of his hardened body as he thrust, entering. Pikachu screamed as he felt himself spread; muscles straining, he felt himself pushed open, as the hard, burning head worm it's way inside him. Tightening his body in panic, he arched, thrusting back, his hips bumping sharply against Bulbasaur's thighs and his legs scrabbling desperately in the dirt. He screamed, eyes crushed closed, as he felt Bulbasaur fill him; horror filled as the hard, raping head dove into his body, shaft widening the further it slipped inside; sickening muscle contractions seemed to draw the hard head further in. His stretched, shuddering opening was at it's limit when the broad arch of Bulbasaur's hips pressed themselves into Pikachu's yellow pelt. Bulbasaur's thighs began to caress his rump, thrusting against his straining tail, as Bulbasaur clamped his forearms around Pikachu's body, arms curling around his hips and claws scraping as he began to pump rythmically, thrusting harshly against Pikachu's hips. Hair sifted down, torn out by Bulbasaur's sharp, scraping nails as they dug at his side, scratching angry red marks under his fur.

Pikachu felt his own terrified erection scrape in the dirt as he was crushed under Bulbasaur's humping, straining body. Suddenly lubricated by an unexpected spray of sperm, Bulbasaur began to slide in and out of Pikachu's straining anus, bumping over every wrinkle in his foreskin. Pikachu began to cry out as he was shoved forward, calling at every thrusting hip contraction, at every time their hanging skin swung and bumped against each other. Ruthlessly thrusting himself on Pikachu's body, Bulbasaur pulled his vine whips as hard as he could, pulling Pikachu's entire struggling form under him. Pikachu's shuddering tail fell before his nose as his back arched so far he strained to touch the ground with his desperately scrabbling feet.

Bulbasaur moaned, and, time near, pushed his full, throbbing length to the hilt into Pikachu, burying his shaft into the hard, clenching hole. Pikachu's screams of agony whipped him, and, moaning desperately, repetitively, Bulbasaur shifted his humping body, and raised his head to the sky above, eyes closed and mouth shuddering open, crushing Pikachu into the earth as he moved. A scream so high it couldn't be heard stretched Pikachu's mouth into a rictus of terror. Bulbasaur's cry of orgasm matched his terrified own as he felt Bulbasaur cum ruthlessly deep inside him; the dirt under his body suddenly turned to sticky mud, coating his fur as his own orgasm jerked his body, spraying the ground beneath him with his own seed. He screamed as he was thrust into the sperm muddied earth by the last, climaxing throes of Bulbasaur's lustful fury.

Screaming, Pikachu felt his entire body gather hard, burning energies, and vent one last, screaming thunder shock into the climaxing body of his attacker, his rapist, the one being that had stolen his innocence.

The power exploded; Bulbasaur flew off Pikachu's back, slamming to earth several feet away, knocking the wind from his lungs and the blood from his erection. Muscles spasming, Bulbasaur yowled in pain, struggling to rise on shocked, shuddering muscles. Howling, Pikachu lurched, tripping and scrambling, into the forest.

Bulbasaur looked up, to see the grass sway back into place at Pikachu's passing. Feeling very stupid, Bulbasaur climbed to his feet. Suddenly realizing the full impact of what had happened, Bulbasaur froze, mind turmulous with warring emotions. Spent and aching, Bulbasaur padded into the forest, mind preoccupied, to find a place to wash.

Inevitably, Pikachu slowed his mindless, headlong dash; exhausted, he couldn't keep up his frenzied pace, and slowed, limping, before eventually he stopped, panting, to sit down and die. At least, that was his intention; setting down to rest, he suddenly flies upwards, screaming in pain as his bleeding anus explodes in fiery agony. Crying miserably, he arches his back, screaming in pain, shame and horror. Shivering, hurt and alone, Pikachu begins crying like a child, bawling his pain and terror out into the forest with a miserable "Piiikaaaa-PIIII KAAAHH pIII, chuu chuUUHH!!"

why is everyone on newgrounds so wierd!

Is that MLK's entire speech?

screw off

drop the ego kid, your video sucked.

yes

You forgot to complain about how you hate your fans and reiterate that you don't actually like making parody movies.

oh shit i messed up the two responses above somebody please switch them

O~! now I get it... Sorry... TT_TT
*~t3h C.

i can tell your happy about the front page crap lol
was i the only one to notice the sex story comment? D:

dude. the vid sucked. try harder next time. im ashamed of ng for even allowing that crap on the front page... those sex stories left on your comments are WAY more entertaining (though disturbing)

seriously. im not usually such a cunt about these things. but you delete me then brag about crappy vids...

fix it. make it better.

you make ng a better place :)

how do you close this response window

hwhww

oops

Everyone, please! Let's just calm down. Author kid, no offense, your thingie sucked balls. That doesn't mean that you can't make it better. To whoever wrote that sex story, that's called incest, and it's illegal in most states. To the dude who put down the link for the chick with the amazing body, thank you. Now let's all listen to some Tenacious D(the best fuckin band in the universe), eat some cookies, and drink a nice, tall, glass of SHUT THE FUCK UP!

i didn't read this

shut the fuck up about freedom theres no such thing any more u dumbass. GOD ur stupid.

You did a great attempt at what Ukinojoe had already accomplished. Then again, since he stopped making cartoons like that, nice job bring it back, I guess. If you have no idea what I am talking about, check out Irod Bad. Watching Bowja, it was all I was thinking about.

I justw atched it and WTF! I want my 2 and a half minutesback

Where the hell is the minutes store anyuway

THIS JUST IN:

YOUR FLASH SUCKED. MAKE A BETTER ONE, AND STOP BRAGGING, OR GIVE UP RIGHT NOW

Have a good day kind sir.

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