Four years ago I and I alone brought forth on this continent, a new nation, conceived in Bigotry, and dedicated to the proposition that rich white men are created better. It’s that German blood. Good stuff.
Now we are engaged in a great lie campaign, testing whether that nation, or any nation so deceived and so prostituted, can long endure me. We are met on a great battle-field of some war or other. We have come to desecrate a portion of that field, as a final insult for those who here gave their lives that I might spit on their graves. It is altogether in character that I should do this.
But, in a larger sense, I can not devastate– I can not contaminate — I can not profane — this ground. The obscene cult of liars who worship me, living as my slaves and dead from COVID parties, have desecrated it, far above my poor power to add or detract. My Cult will little note, nor long remember what those buried in this earth did here, but it can never forget what I do here. It is for them the living, rather, to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which I who poison and disgrace this place have thus far so ignobly advanced. It is for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us — that from these dishonored dead we take increased devotion to Me, for which my Cult will give the last full measure of devotion — that we here highly resolve that these dead and all the Americans I shall yet kill with Pandemic have died for Me, Me, Me alone — that this nation, under Trump, shall have a last death of freedom — and that domination of the oppressed, by Me, for Me, shall not perish from the earth.