The hero of the movement is Stephen Harper. He just came back from climate talks in Copenhagan. He courageously stood up to the environmental Nazis. He wouldn’t budge no matter how dirty tar sand oil was said to be. He didn’t succumb under the intense international green spotlight of environmental biggots. Harper, like a true cowboy, stuck to his guns.

A massive crowd gathered to hear Harper and hung onto every word this great man spoke.

Harper:

Like Martin Luther King, I have a dream....

Fivescore years ago oil was finally liberated from the ground. Seared by the flames of withering injustice, billions of barrels of oil had been stuck in the ground, just sitting there. But one hundred years later, the blackest of black oil is not free. The life of tar sand oil is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination.

We cannot walk alone. We cannot turn back. We can never be satisfied until justice rolls down like gasoline into the tank of your truck.

I still 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 energy fuels are created equal.

I have a dream that one day tar sand oil will sit in peace with wind, solar, and geothermal.

I have a dream that tar sand oil will not be judged by the colour of its skin, nor by the amount of pollution that rains from its sky, but by the content of its energy.

Let freedom ring from Fort McMurray. Let freedom ring from the corporate towers in Calgary. Let freedom ring from the red necks of oil pigs.

One day we will be able to join hands and sing the words, “Free at last, thank God Almighty, tar sand oil is free at last.