Go back to New York, go back to West Palm Beach, go back to Fort Lauderdale, go back to Philadelphia, go back to Beverly Hills, go back to the suburbs and gated communities 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, so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, 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, Skinny or Fat”
I have a dream that one day on the red hills of West Palm Beach the sons of former skinny people and the sons of Fat Jewish Guys will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood. And eat good food plus dessert for a reasonable price.
I have a dream that one day even the state of New York, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, with the smell of bagels and salami, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice and all you can eat buffets.
I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the size of their belly but by the content of their character.
I have a dream today.
I have a dream that one day, down in Orlando, with its vicious vegans, with its governor having his lips dripping with the maple syrup of interposition and nullification; one day right there in Fort Lauderdale , Fat Jewish Guys and Hot Jewish Girls will be able to join hands with little skinny boys and skinny girls 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.
The drive through will stay open, the fish tacos always 99 cents not just on Tuesdays, the buffet always stays open, and that cake is always free.
This is our hope.
This is the faith that I go back to the East Coast with. 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 fat Jewish guys.
With this faith we will be able to work together, to eat together, to drink together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be fat one day.
This will be the day when all of God’s children will be able to sing with a new meaning, “Two all beef patties, special sauce, lettuce, cheese, pickles, onions on a sesame seed bun, Let the Taco Bell ring .”
And if America is to be a great nation this must become true.
Let the Taco Bell ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire.
Let the Taco Bell ring from the mighty mountains of New York.
Let the Taco Bell ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania!
Let the Taco Bell ring from the snowcapped Rockies of Colorado!
Let the Taco Bell ring from the curvaceous slopes of California!
But not only that; Let the Taco Bell ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia!
Let the Taco Bell ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee!
Let the Taco Bell ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi. From every mountainside, let the Taco Bell ring.
And when this happens, when we allow the Taco Bell 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 children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, fat, skinny, anorexic, 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, Taco Bell is free at last!”
Happy Martin Luther King Day,
Fat Jewish Guy