Liberty raped
by H. Millard (c) 2002


Emma Lazrus' sonnet, The New Colossus, inscribed at the base of the Statute of Liberty reads, in part: "Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free.

It does not read: "Give me your murderers, your robbers, Your filthy masses of criminals looking for suckers to victimize."

It does not say, "Come and rape me and destroy this nation." It does not say, "You have a right to come this country." It does not say, "What is written here, in 1883, shall always remain the case." It does not say, "America has no choice but to accept anyone who can sneak into the country." It does not say, "American citizens have no right to national self-determination."

Horse and buggyIn 1883, when Emma Lazarus wrote the New Colossus, automobiles were still ten years in the future. The airplane was still twenty years away from being invented. The U.S. population, according to the census of 1880, was approximately fifty million.

first flightToday, the automobile and its progeny carry millions of people back and forth between the U.S. and other nations. The airplane that went a few hundred feet when it was invented in 1903 and only carried one man, has now turned into vast fleets of massive people movers that easily carry 200 to 300 people to our nation from Third World countries thousands of miles away. The population of just one state, California, is now about thirty-five million.

Liberty say "Dump the trash"What might have been a nice sounding sentiment in 1883 is no longer so nice. That was then. This is now. Lady Liberty's dress is bursting at the seams. She is being raped by evil money grubbers who are flocking to this nation for our wealth and the life style our wealth has bought. These evil doers are demanding their way with Lady Liberty because once upon a time she said 'yes.' But, like any lady, Lady Liberty has a right to later say 'no,' and refuse the attentions of unwanted suitors.

It's time we, as a nation, grew up and realized that Lady Liberty is being raped by criminals who are sneaking into this country while we sit around hugging each other, singing kumbaya, and getting misty eyed over an 1883 sonnet.

Dr. Pierce's sarsaparillaIt's time we told the yuppie whack jobs with the low I.Q.'s who are ruining this country by packing it with a permanent and growing underclass, that maybe they should hitch up their bloomers, hop in their hay wagons, and ride down to the general store to buy a sarsaparilla. If they can't do that, then they can take their friggin' sonnet from 1883, and stuff it.

And, please, don't give me that slack-jawed inanity that "We're a nation of immigrants." EVERY NATION is a nation of immigrants. The smart nations know when enough is enough. It's time the U.S. got smart.

This isn't 1883. We're full. Stay in your own nations and develop them.
Don't do us any favors by coming here.


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