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!
Modern version:
Give me your tired, your poor,
(Sorry, that was a typing error. Only the rich and white allowed here.)
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
(Sorry, another typo. Sheriff Arpiao - the Poster boy of Fox News - will throw you in prison, but you can breathe freely in there)
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
(Sorry, another one. Who wrote this cr*p? What it means is that you are trash, and we have plenty!)
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
(ANOTHER ONE! What we meant was that we were going to toss the homeless out into the tempest)
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!
Sorry again. Lamp oil is too expensive. Damn Arabs!
So as you can see, the above is just a publicity stunt to make us feel good. F** off!
2006-07-28
13:54:08
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