Money is not the dream. And unless you have seen more than $2.23 million in duffel bags....well. Money is not the Dream.
It is having a hearty laugh over the cockroaches that claim they were forced to scurry into our Light. That is living the dream for me.
All the the scorn of the moth for the flame is worship for us.
Yes, and guess who forces the scurry on you. WE. The home of the brave. You come here to get some equal protection in this world. But, we have the big laugh on you. We charge you an entry fee while the disenfranchised, we let them walk across. (by not fortifying the borders)
You know that the border zone of Soviet Russia was 10 of miles if not a hundred miles wide in some places.
Deep interlocking mantraps, and mines, wire fences, dogs, patrols. But, that was to keep people from leaving,
We charged you $300K for an entry fee, you sad. Kinda funny to me, considering you see us as cowards and dogs...who charge
everyone to be here.
Funny, hahahahahaha on the way to the bank.