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THE GREATEST MOMENT IN THE SMALL INSIGNIFICANT LIFE OF HOLLYWOOD JESUS
THE SERMON ON THE MOUNT WE ALL HAD TO HAVE
I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for victory in the history of our Eels nation.
Twenty Three score years ago, a great bunch of Eels, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, raised the Emancipation Proclamation for all Eels fans. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Eels slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering Bulldogs injustice for two score years. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of the Eels captivity.
But Twenty Three years later, ALL Eel's supporters are still not free. Twenty Three years later, the life of the Eel supporter still sadly crippled by the manacles of Super League segregation and the current chains of NRL discrimination. Twenty Three years later, the Eel supporter lives on a lonely island of Grand Final poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of NRL prosperity.
Twenty Three years later, the Eel supporter is still languishing in the corners of NRL society and finds himself/herself an exile in his/her own land. And so we've come here today Friday 25th September 2009 7.45pm to dramatize a shameful condition and begin to make right what has been made wrong since 1986, while not forgetting what occurred on that dreadful Grand Final Preliminary day back in September 1998.
In a sense we've come to our nation's capital to cash a BIG check. When the architects of our NRL republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every Eels Fan was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men, yes, black men/women as well as white men/women, would be guaranteed the "unalienable Rights" of "Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness following a victorious Eels dynasty." It is obvious today that NRL administrators and referees have defaulted on this promissory note, insofar as his/her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred blue and gold obligation, NRL administrators and referees have given the NRL fans a bad check, a check which has come back marked "insufficient Grand Final victories for the Eels."
But we refuse to believe that the bank for collection of all NRL victories for the Eels is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this footy nation. And so I will gather up all our NRL $$$$$$ and cash this victorious check, a check that will give us upon demand the riches of footy freedom and the security of justice, the morning after that glorious day Sunday 4th October 2009.
We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind NRL followers 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 make real the promises of democracy. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of 23 years of segregation to the sunlit path of Eels justice. Now is the time to lift our Eels nation from the quicksands of NRL depravity and injustice to the solid rock of NRL brotherhood, sisterhood and gloryhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of God's Eels children.
It would be fatal for the Eels nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer of the Eels legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating spring of freedom and equality over the coming two weeks. Nineteen eighty-six is not an end, but a beginning. And those who hope that the Eels needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the NRL republic returns to business as usual. And there will be neither rest nor tranquility in Eelsville until the Eels supporter is granted his/her premiership rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our Eels 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 victories 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 peaceful Eels community must not lead us to a distrust of all other coloured NRL fans, for many of our white, red, brown, blue, green, black, orange, purple, violet, brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny. And they have come to realize that their freedom is inextricably bound to our NRL victories.
We cannot walk alone. We shall share our victories with all other NRL supporters. They are all welcome to come on board and support the Eels.
And as we walk together, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead, victory after victory after victory.
We cannot turn back from this Golden Age of many Eels Premierships to come, year after year after year.
There are those who are asking the devotees of Eels civil rights, "When will you be satisfied?" We can never be satisfied as long as the Eels are the victim of the unspeakable horrors of NRL refereeing brutality. We can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel and combat, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities after rejoicing for hours drinking booze late at night, celebrating our victories. We cannot be satisfied as long as the Eels are forced to play in smaller stadiums when its obvious the NRL nation (of all fans) demand the Eels play in large ones, packed to the rafters. We can never be satisfied as long as our Eels children are stripped of their self-hood and robbed of their dignity by signs stating: "The Eels Choked Again." We cannot be satisfied as long as all Eels cannot enjoy the spoils of NRL premiership victories. 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 losses. And some of you have come from areas where your quest -- quest for NRL victory left you battered by the storms of media persecution and staggered by the winds of refereeing brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned Eels suffering is redemptive. Go back to Eelsville, go back to your Eels nation, go back to your Rydalmere, Dundas, Pennant Hills, Winston Hiils, Baulkham Hills, Parramatta, Cabramatta, Fairfield and Westmead, go back to the deprived towns and suburbs of our great Eels nation, 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.
And so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the NRL dream.
I have a dream that one day this Eels 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." just that some (Eels Fans) are more equal than others.
I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Parramatta Stadium, the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.
I have a dream that one day even the state of Cronulla, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, deprived of NRL and Super league Premiership victories, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.
I have a dream that my four little 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 Eels character.
I have a dream today!
I have a dream that one day, down in the NRL headquarters, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of "interposition" and "nullification" -- one day right there in Parramatta, little Eels boys and girls will be able to join hands with other little NRL boys and girls as sisters and brothers.
I have a dream today!
I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, and 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, and this is the faith that I go back to the Parramatta Leagues Club.
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 Eels nation into a beautiful symphony of victorious NRL 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 NRL victories together, knowing that we will be free year after year.
And this will be the day -- this will be the day when all of God's Eels children will be able to sing with 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 the Eels Nation is to be a great spreading nation, this must become true. And so let victory finally ring from the prodigious hilltops of Denis Fitzgerald's homeland.
Let the Eels victory ring from the mighty valleys of Brisbane.
Let the Eels victory ring from the green slopes of Townsville, Gold Coast and Newcastle.
Let the Eels victory ring from the snow-capped rockies of nearby Canberra.
Let the Eels victory ring from the curvaceous slopes of Melbourne.
But not only that:
Let the Eels victory ring from the Stone Mountain that is Fui Fui Moi Moi.
Let the Eels victory ring from Lookout Mountain of Nathan Cayless.
Let the Eels victory ring from every hill and molehill of Tim Mannah.
From every Eels forward and back, let the Eels victory ring.
And when this happens, when we allow victory 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 Eels 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:
Victory at last! Victory at last!
Thank God Almighty, we are number one at last!
Hollywood Jesus (alias Martin Luther King - I Had A Dream)
Booooooooooooooooo Casper
