Mindlessness On Parade

Nice photo here of a young fellow demonstrating his throwing ability and a well-honed sense of irony. You know, our ignorant friend might like to read The New Colossus--then again, the author was one of those horrid J-E-W-S, so he might not like it.

In any event, here it is:

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!"

by Emma Lazarus, New York City, 1883

Hmm. Let's see what might be offensive about Miss Liberty...'mighty woman'--ooooh, offends certain burqa-loving types, and we wouldn't want to inflame the Arab Street over THAT...'ancient lands, your storied pomp'--why that witch is cracking on Old Europe!! What sort of signal does that send about working within the framework of nations!!...Tired, poor, huddled masses of oppressed people--good grief, the absolute HORROR that the most powerful nation on earth was built and is managed by EVERYBODY ELSE'S DREGS!!

How utterly humiliating--no wonder he's throwing eggs at her.

(By the way, what would PETA say about exploiting poor unborn chickens in such a way?)
posted by Terry at 3:20:00 PM