This new age of criminal migrants… come with their hands extended, fists shaking, demanding that the natives feed them and cater to their every need. They come, not looking to build a nation, but to raid a people. They come not to join us, but to divide us; too, loot the wealth of generations. These are not IMMIGRANTS, they are raiders, thieves, and deceitful individuals; who were too lazy to build their own house, to raise a nation of prosperous, hard-working souls, where they were born…
These are not the blood of our ancestors… nor the kinsmen of prosperity and hard work. If they were, they would have remained at home and made the land yield to their industry… but they did not. They saw their neighbor’s house and spied his possessions and determined to lay siege upon it; too, rob it, and abuse their neighbor and his children. These are not our kinsmen nor our father’s kind.
Our Immigrant Fathers were a different breed altogether… brave souls, whose steel and sinew broke the sod of generations, planted the fields with liberty, and rod tall in their seats of honor as they forged a nation out of the wilderness. These new migrants are the merchants of want and the harbingers of strife; who bear the seeds of poverty and the winds of despair. They come expecting to reap, where are fathers have sown; too, take where they have not labored. Send them home, that they may work in their own fields, where they may take pride in breaking the ground and reaping what they have sown.
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