Fedora is love. Fedora is life.

I 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 fedora's are created equal."

I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Mogadishu, the sons of former sirs and the sons of gentlemen will be able to sit down together at the table of fedorahood.

I have a dream that one day even the state of Detroit, a state sweltering with the heat of Coca-Cola™, sweltering with the smooth taste of Doritos™, will be transformed into an oasis of Fedora and Mountain Dew™.

I have a dream that my four little fedora's will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their fedora but by the flavor of their Doritos™.