tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1916031369325814810.post8856374014049096588..comments2023-11-05T04:04:54.585-05:00Comments on DRAMA QUEEN!: "We Should be Ashamed,..but We're Not"Uncle Sydney 2012http://www.blogger.com/profile/06315955207217416368noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1916031369325814810.post-71885575926891413522010-07-25T13:00:21.245-04:002010-07-25T13:00:21.245-04:00People don't seem to notice that requiring a l...People don't seem to notice that requiring a license to move will affect everyone who rents. It sounds to me like the sort of thing Commie-haters used to lambast Godless China for. Now apparently red-blooded Americans love bureaucratic control over their lives.Zaeknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1916031369325814810.post-79946042190754920702010-07-22T11:46:08.366-04:002010-07-22T11:46:08.366-04:00"My country, 'tis of thee,
Sweet land of ..."My country, 'tis of thee,<br />Sweet land of bigotry,<br />of thee I sing!<br />Land where my fathers fried<br />Witches and then applied<br />whips to the Quaker's hide<br />to make him spring!"<br />(A. Bierce, "Rational Anthem", 1st stanza)<br /><br />But don't look to the further stanzas for more; even for someone as otherwise clear-sighted as Bierce, what was done to the refuse of southern and eastern Europe, Mexicans and 'the heathen Chinee' was o.k.Bodminnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1916031369325814810.post-10611444379221648312010-07-22T09:47:14.781-04:002010-07-22T09:47:14.781-04:00There's a lovely lady standing at the entrance...There's a lovely lady standing at the entrance to Metropolis and thus to the United States of Whatever-it-is. There's a poem by her feet by one Emma Lazarus:<br /><br />"Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,<br />With conquering limbs astride from land to land;<br />Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand<br />A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame<br />Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name<br />Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand<br />Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command<br />The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.<br />"Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she<br />With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,<br />Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,<br />The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.<br />Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me,<br />I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"<br /><br />Now it's nO longer a raised torch of liberty, but a raised fist (or maybe finger?) and an angry shout"<br />"KEEP YOUR HUDDLED MASSES, WE WON'T TAKE THEM!!!"<br /><br />EDpoetreaderhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11613032927883843078noreply@blogger.com