Nothing but the truth. Even if against me.

Nothing but the truth. Even if against me.

STOP DONALD DUMB:

DO NOT BUY AMERICAN

Monday, January 30, 2017

Emma Lazarus's Sonnet Revisited for Donald Dumb

Forgive me Emma Lazarus for plagiarizing your sonnet
For when the going gets tough, the tough get going.
Thank you, American protestors, for showing the world
What a truly great people you are.













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Not like the brazen heinous jackass,
That cretin Minotaur of the White Outhouse,
With ne'ery a neuron in his numb skull.
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates does stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Refugees, Exiles and Immigrants
Save our sorrowed Native People,
Exiled in their own homeland, all of us
Have made our journeys from lands afar
Past the air-bridged harbor
Across the gate to Liberty City

"Bring forth, ancient lands, your valiant downtrodden,"
She cries with seething anger,
"Give me your tired, your poor, your war refugees,
Your persecuted masses yearning for compassion.
The wretched victims of tyrants and potentates,
Send them, these homeless, war-tost to me,
I will always lift my lamp beside the golden door
And my middle finger at the Great Ignorant Dictator
Squatting in the sad sad White Outhouse.
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[The original]:
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-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"

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