Originally Posted by Abe Lincoln
When first came the news of Cardo's banning, we old grey heads in the Hall of Patriots shivered, for we felt the ghost of Old John Brown go by.
The case is a familiar one, for as was the banning of the one, so was the hanging of the other. Many deplored the sentence. Many more deplored the man. All knew, in their private hearts, that the condemned ultimately stood on the right side of history.
The sun will go on rising and setting over this broad and troubled land. In a future yet unknown to us, there will yet be little children, set weeping before their mothers, their fathers, their teachers, to know that, just as men were once denied the bread which their own hands earned, so too were men once permitted to be execrably bad at the Internet, with out even so much as censure, yet alone consequence. They will strain in vain to understand the crimes of their forefathers, and the stain upon their guilty land, which like so many black infamies of ages past, could be purged only in blood.
Then they shall, each in their times, gather under the spires and domes of the first city of their Republic, and feel their hearts lift free of doubt, to see standing over them Cardo, his image cast in shining marble, like that of Mister Jefferson and myself, a beacon unto ages yet unborn, with his great sword called ******slayer, and his keyboard buckler. And they shall gaze up into the faces of their fathers, and ask - Was he real? And they shall be told, Oh no, child, no. But he knew what Realness was.