Please forgive the general “flip” tones of this attempt at a jazz song piece about Batman. Yes, that was one of the secret identities of the Black Man that was the below fascinating but sometimes dryly obtuse person. They were all sanctioned back in the 1960s by the one true author of the incredible life contained within this frighteningly brief but not tepid article.

In short, while driving this petty insignificant vehicle for a great man, be aware that while his life is already over, the party is just starting.

The Right Reverend Martin Luther King Jr., (January 15, 1929 - April 4, 1968), man of probably a googolplex of titles given him from an extremely wide variety of real sources, including many grateful colleges and widespread Southern universities, was born just plain old Michael King, but as his Dad had a special and rather moonlike mission in mind for him, the name was changed to Martin Luther King and the documents were appropriately switched around. When he died, his name was not really in dispute, although for all intents and purposes, this cool icon of quarks turned out to be hardest to track down. He was fortuitously surrounded by an entourage of likeminded people the majority of the time.

The Federal Bureau of Investigations was constantly on his tail, trying to tell him to sit down and shut up. This was due to several underprivileged space cadet illegal laws that must have been one long road to nowhere. They even tried to drive him indirectly into suicide through his own wife. It helped, because his life was one long attempt on it, although he secretly enjoyed times of lovely peace and prosperity.

MLK was a vital figure of the modern era. His lectures and dialogues stirred the concerns and sparked the consciences of the general wide world of street philosophical ethics. The spontaneous movements and marches he led brought significant changes in the fabric of American life through his vast courage and almost selfless devotion. Being their figurehead, he was contacted for forms of sexual and racial harassment. While performing his duties, he was constantly under threat by a strange variety of government agencies, religious groups such as the Ku Klux Klan and the awesomely powerful church in general, and many significant others. These were all leftovers from the times of the Inquisition to some extent, which included the ridiculous persecutions of many individuals.

These threats involved such things as kidnapping, extortion, harassing his family members, torture, being assassinated, being hosed up against the wall by alleged firefighters, exposing him deeply and psychologically to some incredibly weird lifestyle patterns, and otherwise harming the mind of a rapidly maturing young and well suited gentleman. Although he handled this well, certain parties who shall remain nameless will probably worry about him forever, as long as the planet doesn’t happen to split first. However, spirituality issues were stuck being a particular forte of his. Some may argue that indeed others had to suffer, but unfortunately, he was perfectly willing to do so with them as long as the world turned upside down. In one famous speech, he referred to the valleys becoming mountains, the hills opening out, and the level plains become splendid, which included terrible things like women’s rights.

These all had an influence on his increasing and expanding way of prescient thought, which includes continuing acts upon humanity such as the Rainbow Coalition, headed by the Reverend Jesse Jackson. Therefore, this general direction his life took is still making major impacts on people’s lives, probably enabling his influence to extend potentially far into the very distant future. The man was practically a major meteor who “rocked” the life forms of this entire planet. We hope to so impact you so by relating a brief history of The Man. His charismatic leadership inspired men and  women, canaries and fictional characters, young and old, in this nation and around the world. We hope to someday carry him out to Jupiter.

His grandfather began the family's long tenure as pastors of the Ebenezer Baptist Church in Atlanta, serving from 1914 to 1931; his father has served from then until the present, and from 1960 until his death Martin Luther acted as co-pastor. In general, the life of this young man was a vast improvement upon the spartanly reported upon times of the original Martin Luther, a white man from Germany who nailed a protest upon the door of a Catholic Church and got away with it clean in the middle of the night. The church of the time was hovering in the background, pretty much waiting to consume him, but our original Martin simply eventually went into hiding and survived without being assassinated.

In short, this may appear overall to be the continuing adventures of the same man in some strange and peculiar ways. However, it is unknown whether the original Martin Luther endured the same manners of outright persecution as our modern day marvel did centuries later. Our present Martin Luther attended viciously segregated public schools in Georgia, involving the use of rabid authority trained dogs on people which were getting rather out of hand. He thus graduated from high school at the age of fifteen; he next received the Bachelor of Arts degree in 1948 from Morehouse College, a distinguished Negro institution of Atlanta from which both his father and grandfather had graduated. Purportedly many of his degrees involved acts of hitting the authorities back such as having other people directly write his term papers from enchanted memory.

After three years of theological study at Crozer Theological Seminary in Pennsylvania, where he was elected president of a predominantly white senior class, he was awarded the B.D. in 1951. With a fellowship won at Crozer, he enrolled in graduate studies at Boston University, completing his residence for the doctorate in 1953 and receiving the degree in 1955. In Boston he met and married an insatiably gorgeous, sophisticated, well bred and charmingly stacked young red haired woman of similar fortunes as he, Coretta Scott, a colored woman of uncommon intellectual and artistic attainments who mostly studied music, the fine arts, and laughter . He was somehow due to mystery reasons “mostly black” next to she. Two sons and two daughters were too swiftly born into their ever growing family, and these would be all of the children born to them, period.

Dr. King is purported to be the actual original source of the concept of “Somebodihood,” which symbolized the arcane celebration of human worth and the total conquest of rituals of subjugation. This all inclusive attitude problem of his gave primarily black, poor people and the Universe in general hope and a sense of dignity. His philosophy of nonviolent direct action, which was derived largely from Mahatma K. Gandhi’s Indian Hindu struggles programs and several others involving similar rainbow points of light, and his strategies for rational and non-destructive social change, galvanized the conscience of the entire American nation and drastically reordered its priorities.

Items such as reparations for African Americans and affirmative action programs for everybody were duly scrutinized and implemented. Pretty much everyone who struggled, from Henry David Thoreau to of all people Adolph Hitler to Susan B. Anthony to Sojourner Truth to nature knows who and everyone else who had gone before who manage to cop their personal books from an illegal jail cell and become an author helped bleed their innate wisdom into his studies. During this entire time, this man was considered to be held illegal in multitudinous ways. His wisdom, his words, his actions, his commitment, and his dreams for a new way of life are deeply intertwined with the American experience, and now are easily accessible across the World Wide Web. Persons of many nations and children who have never heard of his life before can now study him.

Perhaps more people like you should read about this “cat-dog” who organized as much of humanity as he possibly could to react against social injustice. Me personally, I want to spend the rest of my short life going on about him at great unadulterated length, but due to the fortunes of life, I am going to stop sooner or later. He was a general in an army of peacetime love, and we can all go for that, but due to serious overpopulation problems, he was forced to invert that army upon Washington DC at a time of war. Therefore, he had to with no choice whatsoever subjugate the President of the USA to the views of a nation of people who needed jobs and social justice.

The theory has been advanced that largely, many of the problems he was addressing, including things having to do with racial segregation that were definitely leading to an entire population of “black” or “colored” people being lead offstage gently, and yes, it is again in this instance, had to do with gradually forming up concentration camps to put them in. Obvious references to such things as isolated curfews, slots of restrooms, lunch counters in separate restaurants, and other such general crimes against humanity were opposed by this particular consummate and wittily intelligent slavery opposed business suited superhero.

Yes, he was both the Clark Kent and the Superman of his own nescient ethical attack, having been born into the exact same era of time. He was even a speed demon who was forced to plagiarize most of his important work while on the run. To me, he will always be a kind of man on the moon who never got there. His sex life was always questioned, every move he ever made was photographed and reported on, and in general he was the lifestyle trendsetter of his times. Many people think that when he was finally assassinated by James Earl Ray, in a roundabout way, he could sort of have used the rest. However, he was an earnest lover of life who wanted to go on to run for President of the United States under conditions of the Separation of Church and State which entirely precluded his ever managing to get there. He was romantic, a charmer even as a seriously overweight young man, who died in his twenties to serve mankind.

Meanwhile, as population problems enclose upon our beautiful world unto this very day, concentration camps are once again slowly engulfing humans. The Mexican problem of the United States may end up having to be solved this way unless dramatic other measures are taken, such as God melting the giant glaciers which inhabit Northern Canada through the Ice Age up there and the problem being gradually taken care of by Global Warming. Why God is oft known as the Planet Terra otherwise called Earth is its own scientifically sophisticated mystery. We are now entering an age where the Black Chap may be able to pull ahead of the White Chap in North America. The planet itself may be supporting his skin color, but due to widespread global changes resulting, this fact may be held widely in dispute. I myself am praying to whatever gods may be for Martin’s own unconquerable soul, a sun produced love that I can never attain. It should be studied by scientists who could obtain its intriguing powers.
Concentration camps are the thing of thick plot and disgust that this chosen man managed to avoid for his own people, but of course they are generally an unavoidable occurrence in a world oft run seriously awry. Nightmarish conditions preclude their ever being a place of anything but hostilities, as economic conditions manifest themselves in them.

Why this peculiar phenomenon lasts to this very day, particularly in the outlying areas of China, having made its impact on Western Europe, Russia, the United States and God help us so many other places, is unknown. Personally, I know this young and mature man would have tried to lead us all out of them, but now it may be your job to attempt to do so. It is a vast planet so full of ripe uncertainties, and he manages to live on it.
And now for something completely different:

Ben Volio in my Port Folio

I dreamed of a large gentleman who died to
Save my life. He laid out a road so long and
Too narrow - but it was paved entirely with
The bones of other people. I was gonna be a
Firefighter and dive into the lake to lay fish
Out such others from fire, but tomorrow as
Today - I am far too small to be that way.

I have Benvolio. The guy is everywhere, telling
The villagers by getting between both groups
Of weirdos to stand down, always stand down.
Benvolio is adamantly opposed to your gravity.
He was a minor in Romeo and Juliet - and simply
Told them he’d rather be run through with swords
Than see it done to me and you. They named a
Freeway after him. But when it comes to truth,
I feel I can no longer play that sort of game.
I only wanted to be scratched and nicked.
Signed, Mercutia. Death just wasn’t my stick.