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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

Bowja is pretty awsum n such

Your flash sucks so much
But it's strangly addicting...
That's how it got to front page
Plus don't steal from Martin >:(

you r cool

That animation was awesome

so dicks

OMG OMG OMG! FINALLY! Someone who's not a troll, 14 and making something with less noobish accent but good grammer and has a crazy imagination! =D Welcome to my world!

Except nothing is 100 years. XD

Sensation? What, are you serious? That might have been the most lazy flash I have ever seen, and it made me die a little inside after watching it. Die, I say! You have a ridiculously unjust ego.

Don't make me bust a sex story on you like those other guys, you douche.

see it's still here

BOWJA FROM HIS CASHHHHHHHHHHHLE

you suck at life and making flashes GET OVER IT! stop bragging because your piece of crap got front page with one of the worst scores ever!

4 PHUN

Seriously, if you think your flash was such a success, well no. It isn't. Don't you know they are making fucking fun of you?

My movie has 56,000+ views therefore I am better than you and have achieved more

Who are you

You are nothing

You are less than dust

You deserve that front page. Don't ever let anyone get you down.

Tom was being sarcastic when you got on the front page.

The score is horrible.

The only reason you have that many views is it's on the front page.

You're like beaver-beaver.

Your flash sucked.

You suck.

dude your awesome, and newgrounds is sweet because it has power like that, making you popular, it must be sweet to be you right now. I love the bowser castle thing, i left u a review there too. you rock!

lmao at the comments

PRELUDE: COMING HOME
It was a boring day, as usual. All my days were boring since I broke up with Myranda, my last girlfriend. Well, I didn't break up with her, she broke up with me. She didn't really give me a reason, so I have to admit that I was a little heartbroken about it. But I managed to get over it, and started to hang out with other people.
It was the end of my first quarter of college, and an old friend Kaitlyn just came back over from the central university. We were both 18, and were kind of close. Kaitlyn had a boyfriend, and from the stories she told me, she had a lot of fun with him. We texted the entire time she was gone, so I was eager to hang out with her when she got back.
I met her at her house, when she got back. She was much prettier than I remembered. She stood at about 5'6", maybe 110 pounds; she was a bit on the skinny side. She was a D cup, one of the first things I noticed, and her ass was perfect. She hugged me when she got out of the suburban, and I hugged her back, enjoying the feel of her breasts crushing against my chest. I hadn't had sex in a while, so I welcomed the feeling that washed over me. I knew that nothing would ever happen between us, but hey, a guy can dream, can't he?
"Hey," Kaitlyn said when she saw me, slightly winded from running across her driveway. "I am sooo glad to be back. You have no idea how boring it was there."
"I kind of do," I said, grinning. "Did you forget that I go to college too?"
I poked her in the ribs, and she kind of shuffled to the side and rolled her eyes at me.
"Yeah, but you go to a community college. I go to a university. BIG difference." She poked me back and I giggled and batted her hand away. It felt good to laugh again.
She drug me over to the side of her car, and started piling stuff into my arms. I rolled my eyes and sighed. I should have known that I would help her unload everything. She giggled when she saw that.
"What?" she asked, not expecting an answer. "You're a guy. You're supposed to help me. Come on, use those man muscles!" I grimaced, trying to pick up a duffle bag. My man muscles weren't all that manly anymore.
Eventually we managed to get everything tucked away, and when we were making the final trip to lock up the truck, I saw her. I didn't know who she was, but attracted to her right away. She was a few inches shorter than me, with black hair that cascaded around her face, and fell to her shoulders. She wore a black jacket with fur around the hood. She had a C cup that was pushing against the top of it. She wore tight pants that made her ass stand out, and I immediately started to get turned on. And I don't get turned on that easy just by looking at someone, so I knew she was special. She walked right up to Kaitlyn and said "Hey," she looked at me out of the corner of her eye, and I grinned kind of sheepishly.
"Hey, Dani," Kaitlyn said, hugging her. She turned to me and said, "Dani this is Dalton, Dalton, this is Dani. She's still a sophomore in High School." She said the last part with a grin, obviously teasing her.
I grinned and stuck out my hand, and she took it. I could see her looking me up and down, taking me in. I knew I wasn't the hottest guy out there, but what I lacked in looks, I made up for in personality. I had my hair spiked that day, with a green volcom tee with a white shirt underneath it, and a pair of ripped jeans.
"It's nice to meet you," I said, looking her straight in the eye, still holding her hand.
"You too," she said, blushing and looking down. Ha. I made an impression. My lips curled up into a smile, and I chuckled a bit. My phone rang and I had to go, but I promised I'd be back later.

CHAPTER 1: THE BASEMENT
We hung out off and on for the rest of the week, and Dani and I grew fairly close. She was still a virgin, never been kissed, or had a boyfriend. She didn't know it, but I was going to ask her out. Sure, she was like 3 years younger than me, but she was very mature for her age. Eventually I did, and she said yes. I was overjoyed, and went home happy that night.
The next day was Friday, and I planned on spending the entire weekend at Kaitlyn's with Dani. When I got there, I was told to go downstairs, because Kaitlyn and Dani were having a talk that apparently I couldn't hear. So I went down the stairs, and started playing pool on her pool table. About a half hour later, they both came down. Kaitlyn had a grin on her face, and Dani was looking really shy. I cocked an eyebrow at them, and Kaitlyn giggled and drug me over to the couch. She was wearing a white tee, with a blue bra on underneath. I could tell by the strap that was poking out.
Once I sat down, Kaitlyn glanced over at Danielle.
"Shall I tell him, or do you want to?" She asked, pointing at me.
Dani blushed and said, "You can tell him. This is all quite embarrassing for me." Her face got even redder, if that was even possible.
Now my curiosity was spiked. I had no idea what they were talking about, but I was dying to find out.
Kaitlyn giggled, and shook her head, then looked back at me.
"You already know Dani is a virgin, yes?" I nodded. "Well," she continued, "She wants you to be her first."
My eyebrows shot up. I hadn't even thought of Dani in that way since the first day I met her - although I thought she was gorgeous, I found her personality much more fun. But now that she said that...I couldn't wait.
"And..." Kaitlyn added, interrupting my thoughts. "She wants me to be there, telling her what to do."
So that is what they were talking about. Thank god that their parents were out.
Dani crossed the room from where she was standing there, and sat down next to me, and kissed me deeply. I looked deep into her eyes, and just stared at her for a few moments. "Are you sure?" I whispered, my face so close to hers that our noses were touching. She nodded almost imperceptibly, and I kissed her again, this time swinging her around on top of me, so that she was straddling me.
Kaitlyn cleared her throat, interrupting our make out session. I grinned, and sat up, and Dani swung off and sat next to me.
"So where do we start?" I asked tentatively, unsure of how to proceed.
"Here," Kaitlyn said, grabbing my pants and undoing them. Dani leaned forward as she did this, and started to slide them down. I lifted my hips, and soon my pants were around my ankles, and I was standing there in my boxers, with a tent rapidly forming in them. Dani stared at the bulge, and reached out and began to explore it. While Kaitlyn took off my shoes and pants, Dani was playing with me through my shorts. When Kaitlyn was done, she and Dani pulled of my shirt, followed by my boxers.
When my dick sprung out, it startled Dani, and Kaitlyn grinned. It wasn't that big, about 6 or 7 inches. I never measured it, but I had never been able to not satisfy a woman.
Dani reached out to touch it, but Kaitlyn beat her there.
"Watch, Dani, and follow what I do." She said, grabbing my cock near the base and moving her hand up and down slowly, stroking it gently. She let go, and Dani reached in and grabbed it. I melted in her hands. They were so soft, it felt like an angel was jerking me. Kaitlyn told her to pick up the pace. She did, and I soon found myself getting close to orgasm. I said so, and Kaitlyn told her to keep going, and to stroke faster.
I came, getting four or five good long squirts out that splattered on my stomach and abs. Dani kept stroking it, slower now, because I was still hard. I didn't think I would lose my erection any time soon. Kaitlyn appeared some tissues, and cleaned me up. I pulled Dani close, and started to make out with her, and while doing so, began undoing her sweatshirt, and took it off. I looked over, and Kaitlyn was pulling her shirt over her head, and then dropped the....... HAH no more for u!!!!!!!!!!!

if ur sad watch this

<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ajrcq6riRXM">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ajrcq6 riRXM</a>

Funny video.

Cock sucking cunt.

So where did you copypaste this load of shit from?

wow this was the most pointless waste of a massage board. Filled with sex stories, the few fans, the lame puns and jokes, and of course the filling of an entire message with W's. All u need left is this
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