Jan 04
The subject, of course, paraphrases this famous passage:
"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, The New Colossus
But as with most things Obama, he manages to screw up a good idea. Instead, he lifts a ban on immigration of those with HIV/AIDS.
Send us your sick, your poor huddled masses yearning for insurance of pre-existing conditions.
Obama can, with chin held high, eloquently proclaim a new US moral superiority by spending OTHER people’s money and putting OTHER people at risk.
May he have a bad blood transfusion.