We don't need no stinkin' poor and huddled masses!

Have you ever read the plaque on the Statue of Liberty?

It reads:

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,With conquering limbs astride from land to land;Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall standA mighty woman with a torch, whose flameIs the imprisoned lightning, and her nameMother of Exiles. From her beacon-handGlows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes commandThe air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.

"Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries sheWith 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!"--Emma Lazarus, 1883

Maybe we need a statue at the Mexican border, too. Let's call it the Statue of Penury.

The plaque should read:

Just like the brazen giant of Greek fame,With conquering limbs astride from land to land;Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall standA mighty woman with an M-16, whose bullets
are the imprisoned lightning, and her nameCome to Painless. From her gunfires a wide barrage; her mild eyes commandThe air-bridged border that twin riverbanks frame.

"Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries sheWith silent lips. "We don't need your stinkin' poor,Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,The wretched refuse of your teeming barrios.I'll send these homeless wetbacks back,I lift my gun at the border door!"

(This post is parody. Clarence would like to give humanitarian assistance to everyone in need, and a fresh start to those who are pleading for one.)

[2014-07-08]

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