Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
"Keep ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she
With silent lips. "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!"
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Carroll... Carroll... say, isn't that an Irish name? Who let that filthy, papist, potato grubbing, whiskey-drunk trash into this country?
Campbell??? OMFG, they're letting the oat-munching, sheep-sticking, woad-painted, whisky-drunk Scots in here, too???
Who the hell does he think keeps that hamlet "picture perfect," trims its greenbelts, cleans its pools, staffs its restaurants, picks its fruit, slaughters its meat? I'll give you a hint, it ain't the charmed sons and daughters of Newport Beach, reduced to the indignity of driving the BMW down to Fascist Island because they wrapped the Cayenne around a lightpole roaring down PCH at 125 mph. Unless he's planning on using the military to reduce that workforce to shackled slaves, or putting other less-than-caucasian minorities in their place at gunpoint, he'd better be prepared to live in a very different world.
Knuckle-dragging f#?kwits.
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I've got some thoughts waiting for me to have the time to sort them out about how the immigrants made America great etc.