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Originally Posted by Dennis Lukes
I say that giant green bulldyke ought to be demolished and replaced with a giant statue of Jesus! Like the one in Rio, but with a gun (the modern day sword - Luke 22:36, Matthew 10:34) to symbolize our core American values of Christianity and gun ownership. We know God wants us to destroy idols (Deuteronomy 12:3, Ezekiel 30:13), and what bigger idol is there in this country than the Statue of Liberty (more like the Statue of Liberté) and the unconstitutional, un-Biblical poem on its base?
Unutterably vile.
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Amen Brother Lukes. To paraphrase an old saying, beware of the French bearing gifts. Thinking the effort would help them with their own problems with their stupid Monarchy, their "deal" was that we were to provide the land and pedestal - and coming at the end of our Civil War no one here was in any mood to raise taxes to pay for it. We had already spent too much money just to free the nigras, and the freed nigras were already complaining about the KKK (Democrats).
Of course it took some lieberals at the time to organize fund raising efforts to pay for it, and with their usual "virtue signaling" managed to get it done - and that's where that Jewess Emma Lazarus' poem came from.
Just so everyone's on the same page here, it doesn't say that all the "wretched refuse" that manage to make it here will get an EBT card, free housing, education, and health care (not to mention concentration camps).
As to the French, they haven't fared too well either. After we bailed them out of two World Wars, they still don't like us - prompting us to rename our fried potatoes "Freedom Fries". By all indications the French might as well tear down their Eiffel Tower and erect a giant statue of Muhammad (piss be upon him).
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"The New Colossus"
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
"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!"
- Jewess Emma Lazarus
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