Tuesday, February 19, 2019

The Wall!

Thanks again America for having all our checks and balances that keep even this so-called Pres. DJ from getting what he wants willy-nilly!
Sure he made campaign promises to wheel and deal/ catfish his voters in... give some people whatever they want to hear! "Sideshow Donny" know that is what works in his non-art of his wheeling and dealings so as to get the audience hooked!
But let's face the people who enjoy carnivals may be some of the salt of the earth and others maybe just downright earthy? Ya think?

Any-who, THE WALL is an insult to all Americans and our heritage.
Think of it this way, even if your ancestors came over on the Mayflower they were from a foreign land, and they brought weapons and disease and theft of stealing the land and rape and pillage and on, and on and on to this land of America and in spite of those infamous beginnings these many people whom migrated here centuries later have the nerve to deny people leaving countries where they were dehumanized to come to this place of shady beginnings for the white people, being racists when their ancestors stole so much from the Native American tribes who had dwelled here for so long before us white people arrived and annihilate them! How devastatingly hypocritical and ignorant todays people can be!
This land has been a safe haven for all peoples in times of need since those embarrassing horrid times, just read the poem on the lady in the harbor, our Statue of Liberty, what does it represent?


Statue of Liberty National Monument

Emma Lazarus’ Famous Poem

A poem by Emma Lazarus is graven on a tablet

within the pedestal on which the statue stands.



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!" 


Happy good night all!
Count those blessings and we will too!
And next time please be here or be square, ya hear!

Remember this: "do unto others as you would have them do unto you!"
READ YOUR GOOD BOOK! 

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