“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!”
2 posted on 10/04/2014 12:03:10 PM PDT by Red Badger
(If you compromise with evil, you just get more evil..........................)