i promise to lower taxes and fight unemployment. also to keep the foreigners out of our forum!!!
*crowd cheers and roars*

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I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our forum.

Five score years ago, a great Australian tranceaddict, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the tranceaddict Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Australian tranceaddicts who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity.

But 100 years later, the Aussie tranceaddict still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Australian tranceaddict is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Australan Tranceaddict lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the tranceaddict is still languished in the corners of Australian tranceaddict society and finds himself an exile in his own forum. And so we've come here today to dramatize a shameful condition.

In a sense we've come to our nation's capital to cash a check. When the architects of our forum wrote the magnificent words of the forum and the Declaration of trance, they were signing a promissory note to which every Australian tranceaddict was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all tranceaddict — yes, cheese as well as prog — would be guaranteed the unalienable rights of peace, love, and the pursuit of happiness.

It is obvious today that Ausrtalian forum has defaulted on this promissory note insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, tranceaddict.com has given the Australian tranceaddicts a bad check, a check that has come back marked "insufficient funds."

But we refuse to believe that the bank of tranceaddict is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. And so we've come to cash this check, a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and security of justice. We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind tranceaddict.com 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 segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quicksands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of Swamper's children.

It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer of the Australian tranceaddict's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end but a beginning. Those who hoped that the Australian tranceaddict needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. There will be neither rest nor tranquility in tranceaddict.com until the Australian tranceaddict is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our forum until the bright day of justice emerges.

But there is something that I must say to my Australian tranceaddicts 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 freedom 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 Australian tranceaddict community must not lead us to a distrust of all white people, for many of our white 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 freedom. We cannot walk alone.

And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead. We cannot turn back. There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, "When will you be satisfied?" We can never be satisfied as long as the Australian tranceaddict is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of police brutality. We can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. We cannot be satisfied as long as the Negro's basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as our children are stripped of their selfhood and robbed of their dignity by signs stating "for whites only." We cannot be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote. 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 jail cells. Some of you have come from areas where your quest for freedom left you battered by storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive.

Go back to New South Wales, go back to Victoria, go back to South Australia, go back to Western Australia, go back to Queensland, go back to the slums and ghettos 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 tranceaddict 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 tranceaddicts are created equal."

I have a dream that one day on the red hills of tranceaddict.com the sons of tranceaddicts and the sons of Australian tranceaddicts will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.

I have a dream that one day even the Australian, a forum sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.

I have a dream that my four little tranceaddicts the color of their skin but by the content of their character.

I have a dream today.

I have a dream that one day down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of interposition and nullification — one day right there in Alabama little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.

I have a dream today.

I have a dream that one day every dance 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. This is the faith that I go back to the general discussion 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 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 freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.

This will be the day, this will be the day when all of Swamper's 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 Jam & Spoon's pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring!"

And if Australia is to be a great forum, this must become true. And so let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of DJ Booth. Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of Music Discussion. Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of the Chillout Room.

Let freedom ring from the snow-capped File-sharing area. Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of Requests Area.

But not only that; let freedom ring from Ayers Rock of Uluru.

Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of gaming forum.

Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of CD Reviews / New Releases Discussion from every mountainside.

Let freedom ring. And when this happens, and when we allow freedom 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 Swamper's children — uplifting men and cheese heads, Australian tranceaddicts and Perfecto fans, Paul Van Dyk Alliance and prog heads- will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old tranceaddict spiritual: "Free at last! Free at last! Thank Swamper Almighty, we are free at last!"

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just out of curiousity why isnt my name listed there??!!

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Originally posted by Xavier I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our forum. Five score years ago, a great Australian tranceaddict, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the tranceaddict Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of tranceaddicts who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity. But 100 years later, the Aussie tranceaddict still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Australian tranceaddict is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Australan Tranceaddict lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the tranceaddict is still languished in the corners of Australian tranceaddict society and finds himself an exile in his own land. And so we've come here today to dramatize a shameful condition. In a sense we've come to our nation's capital to cash a check. When the architects of our forum wrote the magnificent words of the forum and the Declaration of trance, they were signing a promissory note to which every Australian tranceaddict was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all tranceaddict — yes, cheese as well as prog — would be guaranteed the unalienable rights of peace, love, and the pursuit of happiness. It is obvious today that Ausrtalian forum has defaulted on this promissory note insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, tranceaddict.com has given the Australian tranceaddicts a bad check, a check that has come back marked "insufficient funds." But we refuse to believe that the bank of tranceaddict is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. And so we've come to cash this check, a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and security of justice. We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind tranceaddict.com 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 segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quicksands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of Swamper's children. It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer of the Australian tranceaddict's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end but a beginning. Those who hoped that the Australian tranceaddict needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. There will be neither rest nor tranquility in tranceaddict.com until the Australian tranceaddict is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our forum until the bright day of justice emerges. But there is something that I must say to my Australian tranceaddicts 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 freedom 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 Australian tranceaddict community must not lead us to a distrust of all white people, for many of our white 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 freedom. We cannot walk alone. And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead. We cannot turn back. There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, "When will you be satisfied?" We can never be satisfied as long as the Australian tranceaddict is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of police brutality. We can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. We cannot be satisfied as long as the Negro's basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as our children are stripped of their selfhood and robbed of their dignity by signs stating "for whites only." We cannot be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote. 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 jail cells. Some of you have come from areas where your quest for freedom left you battered by storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive. Go back to New South Wales, go back to Victoria, go back to South Australia, go back to Western Australia, go back to Queensland, go back to the slums and ghettos 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 tranceaddict 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 tranceaddicts are created equal." I have a dream that one day on the red hills of tranceaddict.com the sons of tranceaddicts and the sons of Australian tranceaddicts will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood. I have a dream that one day even the Australian, a forum sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice. I have a dream that my four little tranceaddicts the color of their skin but by the content of their character. I have a dream today. I have a dream that one day down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of interposition and nullification — one day right there in Alabama little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers. I have a dream today. I have a dream that one day every dance 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. This is the faith that I go back to the general discussion 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 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 freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day. This will be the day, this will be the day when all of Swamper's 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 Jam & Spoon's pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring!" And if Australia is to be a great forum, this must become true. And so let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of DJ Booth. Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of Music Discussion. Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of the Chillout Room. Let freedom ring from the snow-capped File-sharing area. Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of Requests Area. But not only that; let freedom ring from Ayers Rock of Uluru. Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of gaming forum. Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of CD Reviews / New Releases Discussion from every mountainside. Let freedom ring. And when this happens, and when we allow freedom 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 Swamper's children — uplifting men and cheese heads, Australian tranceaddicts and Perfecto fans, Paul Van Dyk Alliance and prog heads- will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old tranceaddict spiritual: "Free at last! Free at last! Thank Swamper Almighty, we are free at last!"

i woulda thought the vote would make more sense if we couldn't vote for ourselves, but i guess that isn't really possible..
*stays out of voting*

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Webmeister, toadie in disguise (sing to transformer theme)

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Originally posted by stipsy just out of curiousity why isnt my name listed there??!!

sorry, i just haven't seen you round these parts for a while, and it has to be someone who logs on every day pretty much.........hell if anyone out there wants to vote for stipsy, just put it in a post on this thread.......... there ya go

*yawn*

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Do you think Paul Van Dyk really believes in Angels? I hope so, he’ll need their help to answer for all that bad music he’s made. - Sean Cusick

itchy, i think you should have more respect for stipsy considering he is the one who gives all of us the first news on upcoming events......... so my vote is for Stipsy......add one to stipsy.......

*ponders*
I don't know who to vote for...
can't I just vote for everyone? hahaha..

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Originally posted by Ves *ponders* I don't know who to vote for... can't I just vote for everyone? hahaha..

Did i mention i got a record going your way if u vote 4 me?

take note everyone who hasnt voted..

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Originally posted by stipsy just out of curiousity why isnt my name listed there??!!

YAHAHAHAHAHAHA stipsy, comes to down to being a wog thing always, they cant handle we got all the stylezzzzzzzzzzz and the chicazzzzzzzz, we ripped perth glory last week huh, the juniors are playaing alrite

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Oh, life is bigger ,It's bigger than you,And you are not me,The lengths that I will go to, The distance in your eyes ,Oh no, I've said too much, I set it up

That's me in the corner, That's me in the spotlight, I'm Losing my religion, Trying to keep up with you ,And I don't know if I can do it, Oh no, I've said too much,I haven't said enough, I thought that I heard you laughing, I thought that I heard you sing, I think I thought I saw you try.

But that was just a dream, That was just a dream, But that was just a dream, Try, cry, why try? That was just a dream ,Just a dream, just a dream, Dream