re: #90 Shiplord Kirel, live from behind wingnut lines

“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!”

If there literally were a golden door, the Republicans would melt it down and sell it.

before poor people spend it all on booze and women