Desiring Machine

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!”

~Emma Lazarus, The New Colossus 1883

Or as Lou Reed once said

Give me your hungry, your tired your poor I’ll piss on em
Thats what the statue of bigotry says
Your poor huddled masses, lets club em to death
And get it over with and just dump em on the boulevard

~Dirty Boulevard

Anyone who thinks that boisterous claptrap begins and ends with Bill O’Reilly and Fox News just needs to take a look at this clip from the roaring 80’s.

Poor Ron Paul the voice of reason. But why is he shouting so much and why is the audience shouting even louder? I guess you have to grant that at least they are passionate about something, what that something is I am not quite sure because I can’t hear myself think.