Hillary Clinton was just live on CNN and MSNBC.

[calimary]

46. Madam President.

That's who she'll always be - to me anyway.

I watched the whole thing and just ached. My heart ached! My brain ached. Aw fuck - what we didn't get. What we lost. What we squandered. Willfully, recklessly, deliberately, myopically, pigheadedly, squandered.

Well, anybody who voted for trump - happy now? Like what you're getting? Either way they'd answer is sad: 1) yeah, got a good case of buyer's remorse for sure, or 2) NO! He's doing GREAT! Make America Great Again!" Either answer is sad. But much moreso for those roaring the second choice. That they think he's "doing great," and even more bewilderingly, how they somehow actively and even aggressively think he's making America great again. I get the first one. The second one? Goodnight, Irene. Bye, Felicia. Makes no sense at all. What say we find each and every one of them and present them with a hammer and chisel and a ticket on the ferry out to Liberty Island, so they can personally chisel that plaque off the Statue of Liberty's pedestal. You know, the one about "give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free." They should remove that plaque - because according to them, anyway, that's not who we are anymore.

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Hey! I just looked for it and found it! That Emma Lazarus poem, complete and unabridged! Cool, 'eh?

Statue of Liberty Poem

Also known as the Statue of Liberty poem, New Colossus and its famous last lines have become part of American history. Here is the sonnet in its entirety:

New Colossus

statue of liberty poem
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-tossed to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”

https://www.howtallisthestatueofliberty.org/what-is-the-quote-on-the-statue-of-liberty/