The New Colossus

The other day I came across, by chance, the text of Emma Lazarus' poem on the pedestal of the Statue of Liberty. And I read the words out loud, as I thought about the ridiculous debates we are having in this country about "illegal" immigration...

"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!"

I wonder if I could show these lines to the Tea Party-ers and the neo-cons of this country, if it would make a difference. I guess not.

From Maledicta: The International Journal of Verbal Aggression

A Catalan curse:

Mecagum Deu, en la creu, en el fuster que la feu i en el fill de puta que va plantar el pi

I shit on God, on the Cross, on the carpenter who made it and on the son of a whore who planted the pine.

That's pretty impressive - even a Russian like me has to give this respect!

Viagra Online cracks me up

Found this comment on some blog. Don't know if it is intentional...