"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)

Location: Arlington, Virginia, United States

Thursday, May 22, 2008



Blogger nanc said...

ah-oh! have you been bitten by the beamish' bug?


8:37 AM  
Blogger John said...

Hi Nanc. You're all a great crowd. And I wouldn't have known that there was such a strong conservative community in the blogosphere...

...if it wasn't for you. :)

9:22 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

She is a connector... isn't she? ;-)

12:38 PM  
Blogger nanc said...

i'm a connector...


now, if you really, really want to have some fun? come out and play! this site makes sayet's look like a potty chair...

3:45 PM  
Blogger John said...

Nanc, are you trying to "unleash the hounds?" ;)

8:56 AM  

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