This is, of course, a dissection of the compassion theater being acted out by conservatives before they call for completely not compassionate treatment of the kids coming to our border. These people need to revisit the well-loved piece of Emma Lazarus’ poem inscribed on a plaque at the Statue of Liberty:
“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!”
Because there aren’t many of them who came here with the correct visas, either.
