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 World.

Five score Patches ago, a great Gamer, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Terms of Service. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of priests 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 one hundred years later, the Priest still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Priest is still sadly crippled by the manacles of Demoralization and the chains of discrimination. One hundred Patches later, the Priest lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred Patches later, the Priest is still languishing in the corners of Warcraft society and finds himself an exile in his own land. So we have come here today to dramatize a shameful condition.

In a sense we have come to our class's forum to cash a check. When the architects of our class balance wrote the magnificent words of the Terms of Service and the Terms of Service, they were signing a promissory note to which every Priest was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all Priests, yes, Low level as well as high level, would be guaranteed the unalienable rights of Balance, Equality, and the pursuit of Epics.

It is obvious today that World of Warcraft has defaulted on this promissory note insofar as her Subscribers of Class are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, World of Warcraft has given the Priests a bad check, a check which has come back marked "insufficient Ideas." But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient Ideas in the great vaults of opportunity of this Game. So we have come to cash this check — a check that will give us upon demand the riches of Balance and the security of Equality. We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind Warcraft Devs 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 Balance. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of WoTF to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quick sands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of Rob Pardo's children.

It would be fatal for the community to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer of the Priests' legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. 2.0.10 is not an end, but a beginning. Those who hope that the Priest community needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if Warcraft returns to business as usual. There will be neither rest nor tranquility in WoW until the Priest is granted his Equality rights. The mindflay of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our Warcraft 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 Balance. 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 Balance by drinking from the Flask of Supreme Power.

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 lack-of-intelligence-force with soul force. The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Priest community must not lead us to distrust of all Warcraft Devs, for many of our Priest brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny and their Talent is inextricably bound to our freedom. We cannot play alone.

As we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall grind ahead. We cannot re-roll. There are those who are asking the devotees of Priest rights, "When will you be satisfied?" We can never be satisfied as long as the Priest is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of Dev brutality. We can never be satisfied, as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of healing, cannot gain lodging in the tents of Gadgetzan and the inns of the cities. We can never be satisfied as long as a Priest in Hillsbrad cannot succeed and a Priest in Kharazan believes he has nothing for which to succeed. 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 cubicles. Some of you have come from areas where your quest for Balance left you battered by the storms of nerfs and staggered by the winds of Dev brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive.

Go back to Ogrimmar, go back to Stormwind, go back to Booty Bay, go back to Ironforge, go back to Undercity, go back to the Barrens and Westfall of our Major cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed. Let us not QQ in the Forum 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 Warcraft dream.

I have a dream that one day this Class will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all Classes are created equal."

I have a dream that one day in the High hills of Redridge the sons of former Priests and the sons of former Devs will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.

I have a dream that one day even the BG of Warsong, a BG sweltering with the heat of WoTF, sweltering with the heat of CloS, will be transformed into an oasis of Balance and Equality.

I have a dream that my four little Alts will one day live in a World where they will not be judged by the Spec of their Talents but by the Gear of their character.

I have a dream today.

I have a dream that one day, down in The Barrens, with its vicious racists, with the degenerate prattle; one day right there in The Barrens, little Priests and Warriors will be able to join hands with little Druids and Paladins as One and Equal.

I have a dream today.

I have a dream that one day every Faction shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made Minable, the Talents will be made Equal, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of Azeroth shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together.

This is our hope. This is the faith that I go back to the Priest class 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 World into a beautiful symphony of Balance. With this faith we will be able to Group together, to Raid together, to Grind together, to Wipe together, to stand up for Balance together, knowing that we will be free one day.

This will be the day when all of WoW's children will be able to sing with a new meaning, "My country, 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my Raiders died, land of the Warlords pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring."

And if Warcraft is to be a great Game this must become true. So let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of RedRidge. Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of Ironforge. Let freedom ring from the heightening Alteracs of Hillsbrad!

Let freedom ring from the snowcapped Rockies of Ironforge!

Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of Southshore!

But not only that; let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of The Blasted lands!

Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Stonetalon!

Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Azeroth. From every mountainside, let freedom ring.

And when this happens, When we allow Balance to ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every zone and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of Rob Pardo's children, Priests and Druids, Warriors and Paladins, Mages and Warlocks, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Warcraft spiritual, "Balance at last! Balance at last! thank God Almighty, we are Balanced at last!"
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