Really? Cannot survive? We all wither and die or is there some other method in which we don’t survive? And it is this non-survival mode all laid at the feet of cheap labor?
Elaborate...with more hyperbole, if you would, please.
No idea whatsoever what the Hell you are talking about.
But you have fun with whatever illness you are currently on medication for.
Nope, none at all! I just make up this bullshit on the fly.
But you have fun with whatever illness you are currently on medication for.
And that's about all I have to say tonight, except for one thing. The past few days when I've been at that window upstairs, I've thought a bit of the 'shining city upon a hill.' The phrase comes from John Winthrop, who wrote it to describe the America he imagined. What he imagined was important because he was an early Pilgrim, an early freedom man. He journeyed here on what today we'd call a little wooden boat; and like the other Pilgrims, he was looking for a home that would be free. I've spoken of the shining city all my political life, but I don't know if I ever quite communicated what I saw when I said it. But in my mind it was a tall, proud city built on rocks stronger than oceans, windswept, God-blessed, and teeming with people of all kinds living in harmony and peace; a city with free ports that hummed with commerce and creativity. And if there had to be city walls, the walls had doors and the doors were open to anyone with the will and the heart to get here. That's how I saw it, and see it still. ~ from one parargraph of a random speech in 1989 by some old man -- probably off his medications -- and also not knowing what in the hell he was talking about either. [/sarcasm]
By the way, America did not survive earlier bouts of immigration.