Emma Lazarus wrote in 1883:
Their greed has no bounds.
Meanwhile, those struggling to support themselves struggle more.
And officials' perceptions that only those with money (read power and influence) and a pale skin color matter continue to become more evident.
-- Marge
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,Today this is what the GOP would write.
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-tossed to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"
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| Chan Lowe, The Week |
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Their greed has no bounds.
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| Tom Toles, The Week |
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Meanwhile, those struggling to support themselves struggle more.
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| Mike Luckovich, The Week |
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And officials' perceptions that only those with money (read power and influence) and a pale skin color matter continue to become more evident.
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| Nate Beeler, The Week |
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-- Marge
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