Let's Remove the Letter "K" from the English Language


As we all know, the English language can be confusing at times. Different letters of our alphabet can have different pronunciations, with no specific rhyme no reason. Many years ago, I wondered if the letter "K" could be done away with completely. I played around with this theory, and concluded that this was feasible.

In order for this change to work, some other adjustments to the English alphabet would have to be made. My first few assessments were a bit complicated, but I have since narrowed the adjustments down to a reasonable amount. This doesn't perfect the English language by any means, but it does make significant improvements. My proposal is as follows:
  • Remove the letter "K" from the English alphabet!
  • Only use the hard pronunciation for the letter "C."
  • The silent variation of "K" is replaced with "C."
  • Where a soft "C" is currently used, replace it with "S."
  • "Ch" replaces the letter "K' in the alphabet, and has the soft pronunciation (as in "church").
  • The letter "C" is used solely in lieu of the hard variation of "Ch."
  • The letter "G" is only used for the hard pronunciation.
  • The soft and silent pronunciations of "G" uses the letter "J" instead.
To demonstrate the effectiveness and flawlessness of this plan, I present to you an excerpt of Martin Luther King's famous speech, given at the Lincoln Memorial on August 28, 1963.
Let us not wallow in the valley of despair, I say to you today, my friends.
And so even thoujh we fase the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.
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 men are created equal."
I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Jeorjia, the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.
I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustise, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justise.
I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judjed by the color of their scin but by the content of their caracter.
I have a dream today!
I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its visious rasists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of "interposition" and "nullification" -- one day rijht there in Alabama little blac boys and blac girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.
I have a dream today!
I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, and every hill and mountain shall be made low, the roujh plases will be made plain, and the crooced plases will be made straijht; "and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed and all flesh shall see it together."
This is our hope, and this is the faith that I go bac to the South 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 nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith, we will be able to worc together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, cnowing that we will be free one day.
And this will be the day -- this will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with new meaning:
My country 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died, land of the Pilgrim's pride, From every mountainside, let freedom ring!
And if America is to be a great nation, this must become true.
And so let freedom ring from the prodijious hilltops of New Hampshire.
Let freedom ring from the mijhty mountains of New Yorc.
Let freedom ring from the heijhtening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania.
Let freedom ring from the snow-capped Rocies of Colorado.
Let freedom ring from the curvaseous slopes of California.
But not only that:
Let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Jeorjia.
Let freedom ring from Loocout Mountain of Tennessee.
Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi.
From every mountainside, let freedom ring.
And when this happens, and when we allow freedom ring, when we let it ring from every villaje and every hamlet, from every state and every sity, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, blac men and white men, Jews and Jentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual:
Free at last! Free at last!
Thanc God Almijhty, we are free at last!

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