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.
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just a few weeks ago the world mourned over the photo of a 3-year-old boy, drowned in the surf in turkey. today, the governors of nearly half of all american states indicated their desire to see more drowned children (along with their parents and grandparents), if at all possible.
"Governors call on U.S. to stop admitting Syrian refugees"
all but one of these governors is GOP, so you can assume they righteously call themselves "christians."
they're not. they are anti-christian.
all but one of these governors is GOP, so you can assume they righteously call themselves "christians."
they're not. they are anti-christian.
un-american.
cowards.
the united states used to call itself "land of the free. home of the brave."
today, half of america can pretty well dispense with that last part.
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