See, orange!
I can't help it, here goes.
Four score and seven years ago I am accused of taking sexual liberties with ten women. These mothers brought forth on this continent these new allegations because they could not conceive with me. They are dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal. Boy, are they wrong.
Now we are engaged in a great racial cold civil war, testing whether these allegations, or any allegation so conceived and so dedicated to my opponent can long endure. We are met on a great battlefield state of that war. I have come to dedicate a portion of that field, as a final resting place for these liars and their sponsor. It is altogether fitting and proper that I should sue them.
But, in a larger sense, I can not desecrate, I can not hollow this ground. My hands are too small. The brave men, living and dead, with whom these liars have conceived, with their consent, got far above my poor power to get with my short, stumpy fingers. The world will little note, nor long remember what I say here, but it can never forget what I did to them here. It is for us the living, rather, to be dedicated here to grab them by the pussy and gangbang them. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to that great task remaining before us—and to sue them until they are dishonored and dead. We take increased devotion to that cause for which they shall give the last full measure of their treasure—that we here highly resolve that these liars shall not have lied in vain—that these women, lying from their whatevers and lying on their backs, under God--A man, by the way.--shall never birth an orangeman—and shall perish from the earth. SAD!
