U.S. Immigration Policy

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!

(from "The New Colossus" by Emma Lazarus)

...oh, and could you also make sure they have a PhD in engineering before they get here? You know, like these guys:

(Big Bang Theory, CBS.com)

Oh, never mind. The key is under the mat.

Love, hosaa

not huddling, a little tempest-tost, breathing free