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So much for
“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.”
A nation that's roughly 99% immigrants, and only then because it's native peoples were pretty much eradicated, was founded by immigrants and for 200 some years has flourished because of immigrants, doesn't want immigrants.
lel
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