Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
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!”
Not one of mine, of course. The author is Emma Lazarus, and the last 5 lines (well, apart from three words) are the inscription at the base of the statue of liberty.
Mother of Exiles.
Exceptional America takes pride in being a melting pot, the “Mother of Exiles”, except when it does not, which seems to be most of the time.
Exceptional America takes pride in having no religious test of citizenship, except when it wants you to know it is a Christian nation, which seems to be most of the time.
Exceptional America is the land of the free and the home of the brave, except recently, or maybe ever.
I grow weary, people. It’s everywhere. [ok, several examples redacted. I mean, really, several examples. Depressing examples. I just don’t want that.]
Your mission, should you choose to accept it: convince me that these recent events will not somehow lead to a Republican president. (I am not actually opposed to a president from that party; I am only opposed to every member of that party I am currently aware of becoming president.) [several potential restrictions on commenting redacted. This is my house; I don’t need any excuse.]