“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-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”
Sound familiar? It’s on the Statue of Liberty. Remember back when we were a compassionate nation longing to provide sanctuary to those in need. Before we became a bunch of selfish, arrogant assholes.
Someone, I think it was Margaret Cho, said, “The only people who can say ‘I want my country back’ are native americans.” Truer words were never spoken.