First, I will give you the words that appear on the Statue of Liberty. They are from a poem, “The New Colossus,” by the nineteenth-century American poet Emma Lazarus. They appear on a plaque at the base of the statue:
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.
OK..someone tell me again..what part of the above words do the Repubes hold dear? Do they even give a shit about the people here in the US? If they don’t give a shit about the people here, is it the people in Russia, or Darfur or perhaps it is the folks in the Middle East..because frankly, I don’t know where or who or how the Repubes are beholding to the folks listed in the above mentioned poem. They bitch about paying for anything or anyone…unless its a fucking war..then the sumbitches are all for it…tell me I am wrong..go on, tell me.
Because I am not. The right side of the aisle wants to keep every stinking penny they make..Unless its to fight a war, somewhere off our coasts..somewhere far away..then they are all for it. Just don’t expect them to fight poverty at home, or educate people here, or help the tired mother than works all day and then has to go to class to keep that lousy little bit of federal money she gets to raise her kids after the ol man goes out for a loaf of bread. What in the blue hell does the right side of the aisle want to do for the homeless, unless of course they go to church and listen to how they are going to hell if they don’t repent..then maybe they will give them a meal, or some money to pay their rent..afterall, our federal government would rather have the religious groups hand out our money instead of providing a program to lift people up from where it is they lay…that would take too much work..and god knows our legislature and our executive branch don’t wish to work anymore days than they do already..we shouldn’t expect them to talk to each other and develope plans and ways to deal with the problems that face our country and on a larger scale, the world..every single friggin day.
What are we paying them for? What is it they do besides play "footsie" with lobbyists and cover each other's ass?
I do not think for one stinking minute that I am any better than the guy living under a bridge that used to hold a good job. Because…
There but for the grace of god..go I..
But Mark Foley.. He goes into rehab. He tells us his priest molested him. He tells us that he is ready to come out of the closet.
And we should shake our heads and say…yeah..he had many things to overcome.Maybe its not all his fault.
He is no different than the guy down the street that beats his wife.. He isn’t any better than the mother that shakes her child who won’t stop crying after a long day at a shitty job. He isn’t any better than the homeless guy that won’t apply himself to become part of society.
He is no different. And because of that..he deserves nothing special. Even if he is educated, and someone who rose to elected office. He is no different.He couldn’t play by the rules..rules that he helped put in place. I don’t care who did what to him or when they did it. We do not allow that type of compassion. We only play by the rules..and he broke them. And anyone else that helped bury this heinous crime should be held up to the light of public scrutiny as well. They are just as guilty as Mr. Foley. They were not protecting anyone but themselves.
God help him..we should not.
Cross-posted at Progressive Blogwire
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