Republicus
"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-tossed to me. I lift my lamp beside the golden door." The Statue of Liberty (P.S. Please be so kind as to enter through the proper channels and in an orderly fashion)
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I appreciate you not misquoting me. That is refreshing from a Bush Lover, since distortion is such a large part of your realities> :)
Republicus did NOT misquote you.
How could he? He simply cut and pasted your own words.
No it's not, Jess. I credited him.
Republicus adresses the misreadng in the commentary section of the next post.
(you should have just let it go, Lee Harvey)
Why would I let you being so blinded by your sense of having to defend your president that you call me a liar go. It is obvious as hell to anyone who can see and actually think somewhat clearly, that I was thanking you for not misquoting, little smiley face and all at the end. If I had a beef with your cut and paste job of each of my lines, I would have said so. Get over yourself.
It wasn't a "misquote."
It was a misinterpretation, as justified in an adjacent commentary.
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