None dare call it reason, but amnesty will do for the time being

by Haecus | June 29, 2006 at 07:03 pm
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"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"  <---  21st Century interpretation:  "Give me your cheap labor".

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