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Yesterday, while I was working on my homework assignments, the NFL's latest round of football games were broadcasting in the background. Throughout rampant corporate television commercial breaks, Clint Eastwood's latest film preview for his newest cinematic flick - American Sniper - was on display more than once.

But today is a day in America (and the world) where one may choose to remember a man who did just so very much in such a short life time . . . but who was taken far too soon . . . by a sniper's bullet.

Moreover, because America is still "the greatest purveyor of violence in the world today," I can think of no more poignant speech that Dr. King gave in his brief thirty-nine years of living than this one at the Riverside Church in New York, New York, on 4 April 1967 (where exactly one year later, he was murdered . . . by a sniper's bullet).

And so, if you have some time today, perhaps you might want to give this particular speecha listen.  Either way, how…

Extinction: Coming to a planet Earth near you

Child: “Mommy: why did you eat up all of the fish?”

Mother: “Because we had far too many all-you-can-eat buffets, and it just seemed easier to go there rather than change inane cross-generational cultural assumptions.”

Child: “But if you knew that fish were a finite species, then why didn’t you take better care of them? And why not make an attempt to do the same with all the other life forms on Earth? I mean, my word, Mommy! You uncovered the planetary laws of motion. You cracked the wonders of quantum physics. You even sent people to the Moon, Mommy. Mommy: pay attention to me and stop staring at your cybernetic display.”

Mother: "I'm sorry, my child, were you saying something to me?”

Child: “Yes, Mommy, I was.”

Mother: “And what was that, my child?”

Child: “Well, why did you even give birth to me in the first place, if all you were going to do in your lifetime was leave me behind standing inside a burning home.”

Mother: “Because, you see, my child, my generation, f…