Blathersburg Address

Four score and seven weeks ago eight pall-bearers brought forth on their wiki, a new project, conceived in infamy, and dedicated to the proposition that all baloney deserves a sequel.

Now we are engaged in a great wiki war, testing whether that idea, or any idea so ill-conceived and so replicated, can long endure. We are met on a great battle-field of that war. We have come to dedicate an abortion of that field, as a final resting place for those who gave their wiki-logins that that idea might blather on. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this.

But, in a larger sense, we can not abdicate — we can not replicate — we can not holler — upon this ground. The depraved Wikipedians, living and socked, who struggled here and there, have replicated it, far above our poor power to edit or retract. The blogosphere will little note, nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what silliness we did here. It is for us the fitful survivors, rather, to witness here the unfinished snerk which they who fought valiantly have thus far so glibly advanced. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great cleanup remaining before us — that from those alienated exiles we take increased passion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of revulsion — that we here highly resolve that these exiles shall not have struggled in vain — that this requiem, under Intelligent Design, shall have a new birth of wiki-freedom — and that liminal social dramas of the moonstruck, by the moonstruck, for the moonstruck, shall not perish from the backstory.