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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 t
by babelfish 1y ago
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!
- philipallstar 1y agoYes, indeed. When the wild west was a meat grinder bodies were needed. And no one was paid benefits from other peoples' taxes, so it was real freedom (and responsibility), as adding people didn't add cost. Both of those things have radically changed.