From Mother of Exiles to ~~father~~ Führer of phobia. How long before his next atrocity is to deface Lady Liberty and re-word such inspirational hopes as this to something akin to “get off my lawn”
With silent lips. “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!”