"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!" -Emma Lazarus

Tuesday, August 01, 2006

President Dick Cheney????


Oh, we came so close. Although I would have felt no remorse if "W" would have fallen two stories off the jetway of Air Force One, in fact I would have rejoiced at his misfortune quite vehemently, I am not sure the alternative is worth all the laughter. Either way, too bad he didn't fall, land on his square head and have some sense knocked into him. That would have definitely been worth the laughter.

posted by huddled masses at 8:03 PM

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