"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

Thursday, March 01, 2007

Kerry Stands Up For Himself, Finally

Sen John Kerry finally stands up for himself and the medals he EARNED. Too bad its several years too late. Fix also said "you are a hero and no one can take that away from you."

See also: http://www.factcheck.org/article231.html

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