Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed, to me: I lift my lamp beside the golden door. Except if they're Mexicans. Or Canadians. I'll let the Mexicans in on day-work-permits, but that's it.
Lift high your lamp, Green Lady.And touch 'em all!
that lady is so overrated. Man, I can't wait til I control her uterus!!Fareed Zakaria has a good op-ed in the post about immigration today. Somehow he doesn't mention the bear tax a single time.
Give me your tired, your poor,
ReplyDeleteYour huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed, to me:
I lift my lamp beside the golden door.
Except if they're Mexicans. Or Canadians. I'll let the Mexicans in on day-work-permits, but that's it.
Lift high your lamp, Green Lady.
ReplyDeleteAnd touch 'em all!
that lady is so overrated. Man, I can't wait til I control her uterus!!
ReplyDeleteFareed Zakaria has a good op-ed in the post about immigration today. Somehow he doesn't mention the bear tax a single time.