I just want them out of that he** hole. In watching the interviews, I saw some of the sweetest, nicest people. They were truely grateful for the help. I know there will be the trouble makers, and the complainers. They should be duely noted and when the time is right, send them back to LA. The others deserve a chance, and I want to see them get it.
"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!"