There is a reason you have never heard any sound logic in support of an open border; it is because having an open border with Mexico as our neighbor is completely illogical. In the age of terrorism and out of control government spending, our open border with Mexico is the single largest threat to our national security and economy. Mexico is not only extremely corrupt and poor, it is the murder capital of the world. With no rule of law, rampant murder and no jobs, Mexico is effectively America's largest port of entry. Moreover, for terrorists looking to enter out country with weapons of mass destruction, this is an incredible point of weakness! Despite the threat this poses to our country, our government still refuses to seal the border."
I remind you, again, what "Lady Liberty" represents:
The New Colossus
By Emma Lazarus, 1883
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!" If you truly do think all this immigration bullshit is true, or even just curious the way "the other side" feels, sans U.S. propaganda, then watch this excellent film, http://www.theothersideofi mmigration.com/ and hear from the very people you claim to hate so much. Funny how all you boobs fail to mention NAFTA in all your hatred and how U.S. force has fucked up Mexico; we are the ones that "took their jobs" [doing my best South Park voice] all in the name of corporate greed.
By Emma Lazarus, 1883
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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