“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!”
Eschew Obfuscation –
By Michael Douglass –
What special brand of asshole shows up to protest child refugees from south American countries armed?
What particular kind of stupid is requisite here, to get up in the morning, get dressed, have some coffee, lock and load, looking forward to a day that will be about brandishing your rifle and carrying a moronic and likely misspelled sign depicting mere innocent children as evil and disease ridden infiltrators?
Diseases like Ebola, that don’t exist outside Africa.
Children that are the victims of our oppressive economic policies and our failed, utterly disastrous drug laws.
Who gets out of bed to terrorize children?
Confused and frightened children. Children who can’t speak our language.
Children of parents just as confused and frightened as a direct result of American influence in their own hopelessly poor South American countries.
Parents so profoundly confused and frightened and obviously absent any other option that they are compelled to exercise the only option they see as viable. The only option available. To send them a thousand or more miles a way on a dangerous and arduous journey to the good old US of A. How sad in the 21st century that is their best choice.
Just exactly what are you very special assholes worried about? What are you afraid of? When humans behave this way the only explanation is fear. Occam’s razor.
Are these guiltless children gonna take your goddamn jobs?
Rick Perry and Sean Hannity need to take it upon themselves to patrol the border armed to the teeth and and fucking televise it? I guess Ted Nugent wasn’t available.
You people. Afraid of this. So afraid you bring your goddamn guns to scare the already traumatized and horrified CHILDREN. Rednecks. Teabillies. Willfully ignorant, deliberately under informed fucktards. At what age did you lose your capacity for compassion? At what time in your life did the callus on your soul grow so thick that you can’t recognize human suffering and desperation?
You call yourselves militia.
You’re no militia. You are the disease. You are the cancer and we can’t wait until you die of your own insidious malaise.
You are the same car full of dangerous clowns that showed up to defend the now infamous fraud Cliven Bundy.
Bring yer guns boys!
The same clowns that showed up to beat on Americans who dared to demand civil rights already afforded to them in the 60′s.
The same clowns who want to sue or impeach the president.
The same clowns whos biggest legitimate fear is that the American white male dominated society is on the wane.
The same clowns who really need to get over it. You’re right. It’s coming to an end and you all are now faced with the task of being equal. No more unearned privilege. No more automatic advantage. You now are faced with the brutal reality of being the same as everyone else. Equal. Woe is you, you fucking abject cowards. Maybe tomorrow you can get up, lock and load and scare the shit out of white people at Chipotle or Target with your stupid fucking guns.
Good for you.
In the meantime, keep eating crayons while fantasizing about lighting up some immigrant with your ridiculous goddamn boom stick.
Your desperation stinks. And we are sick of the smell.
Drinks for my friends.
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