Run

The CS Monitor has an article on Big Brother in Britain. This line jumped out at me.

For Mr. Lazell, it’s a trade-off: a little liberty for greater security.

Those who would give up essential liberty for a little security deserve neither.

Get out. While you can. Come here. We get it. Don’t go to New York. They are forgetting, although a few there still remember. Come to Texas.

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.

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