Dear My Geese! I am Raul the pathetic. Your very first mission is to throw all Muslims out of this great country, and work relentlessly to cleanse the footprints of Islam in America, and if possible in the face of earth.
I have a dream that one day my Geese collecting worms in the ranges of Texas and in the slums of Chicago will be able to sit down around at a table of hatreds, seeking to satisfy their thirst for bigotry by drinking from the cup of ignorance.
I have a dream today; one day my Geese will truly believe in divine mission that I set for them with a hidden agenda; part of it to do with racism, intolerance, anti-choice, and religious crusade.
I have a dream that my sponsors and secret admirers in financial sectors one day join forces to manipulate financial markets to destroy the financial supremacy of Bill Gates so that he can no longer grant funds to educational organizations such as those what we I have insistently been calling Gulen Charter Schools.
I have a dream that one day all underground worms as well as companions of my dear friend Donna will join my Geese to chant the same immortal lyrics: “Gulen Charter Schools, Chewing Gum, Cotton Candy and Colloquial What Nonsense!”
I have a dream that all whatever-necks and sincere ignorant unite with my hardworking Geese under the same mission of becoming enemy for every single beauty under the sun if any of those beauties are indeed delivered by anyone other than my Geese, especially by Muslims.
I have a dream that, if not today definitely before tomorrow, my sincere scholars of the Dark Templar will be able to re-define the dictionary meaning of certain words that make my Geese feel dizzy and fuzzy at times. It is imperative that the following corrections be made immediately: Tolerance; Migraine, Education; Bad Command or file name, Democracy; Quack! Quack!.Gulen Charter Schools; Cotton Candy.
I have a dream that my Geese, and children of my companions will one day live in a nation where they will be judged not by the content of their character, but by the color of their skin, idiosyncrasies and degree of ignorance. Who cares, if indeed we will be the only cult to define what is right, wrong, just, and unfair.
I have a dream that one day this nation of Geese will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: “we hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are not created equal; My kin, skin, religion and my cult is superior to all others.”
I have a dream that my Geese will soon establish an Empire of Ignorance to fight with the educational enlightenment and tolerance that this great nation is experiencing with the push of a so called Gulen Schools. I also hope that our Empire of Ignorance stands against any rising spirit of Ottoman Empire. That is to say that this is the empire that my Geese need its ashes to continue searching worms and bread its generations for the foreseeable future.
I have a dream that the future tenants of Empire of Ignorance understand that the value of “atrocious yet necessary” massacre that my man conducted in which he gladly sacrificed 92 people in Oslo for the religious crusade that I have been advocating since my birth. He killed these people just to show solely that “killing is bad”, and obviously better than letting Turkish scholars open schools in America. Thou shall call him the “hero of Geese” but never forget to call Muslim educators “terrorists.”
I am not unmindful about the lofty sacrifices that some of my Geese came here fresh from narrow cells of underground world, from the sharp valley of conspiracy and from the long creek of smear. You have been the veterans of our holy cause and crusade. Continue to work with the faith that racism and religious intolerance will eventually prevail.
I heard that people call me sick. I have a dream that one day the citizens of this great nation understand sincerity of my authentic symptom as psychiatrists call this sickness as not “Schi-but Gulen-zophrenia” which manifests itself simply in the form of “brain eclipse.” Everywhere I turn my face, I see the word “Gulen”, some sort of partial hallucination to makes me color blind, hearing deficit and speech disorder. I love my sickness that’s how I can separate facts from the fictions, good from the evil, and light from the darkness. I hope everyone takes a lesson from my condition, and be able to convert his/her desperation, depression, and aggression into a “messiah-onic” divine aspiration.
It is obvious that America has defaulted on its promise to deliver quality public education at the world scale. Public schools and public charter schools have become nuisance. I have a dream that my Geese will soon fix this pervasive problem once for all by inviting their biological brothers; Morons of Eskimo to the center stage. Now, it is time to close the doors of opportunity for whatever public education choice.
As a final wish form my sheet-list, like every mortal one day I will also “kick the bucket”, but I have a dream that my sponsors will build my “statute” next to the Statute of Liberty and my Geese will chisel the word “Statue of Ignorance” on my forehead. That will be the right tribute to my lofty spirit.
Now it is the time to dive into darkness and un-civilize in the valley of racism to the moonlit path of religious crusade. Once again, let us seek to satisfy our thirst religious crusade by drinking from the cup of cynicism and hatred.
I have a dream that the time is nearing when my sponsors, secret admirers, and loyal Geese be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old European Crusade to root out Islam in the face of the earth, “ free at last!, free at last! Thank great Satan, we are free at last!”
Thou shall be buried in “Ignorance Graveyard” in this great land of Geese County.