@silence7@slrpnk.net to politics @lemmy.world • 9 months ago‘My ultimate and absolute revenge’: Trump gives chilling CPAC speech on presidential agendawww.theguardian.comexternal-linkmessage-square31fedilinkarrow-up1304arrow-down19
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minus-square@Supervivens@lemmy.worldlinkfedilink56•9 months ago He added: “We have languages coming into our country … they have languages that nobody in this country has ever heard of. It’s a horrible thing.” Oh the horror! No! Not FOREIGN LANGUAGES! clutches pearls
minus-square@bmsok@lemmy.worldlinkfedilink14•9 months agoEat shit, Donald. 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!”
minus-square@macrocephalic@lemmy.worldlinkfedilink7•9 months agoGod, next you know it people will be marrying Russians!
Oh the horror! No! Not FOREIGN LANGUAGES! clutches pearls
Eat shit, Donald.
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!”
God, next you know it people will be marrying Russians!
How hot are these Russians?
Like a Mercedes!
Que terror!
Find out what language this is