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Of America, you write:

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"But my fear is in what it is becoming... open to all intrusions on decency and morality from within as well as without... open to diseases and dissolution crossing the borders, even open to laying the knife to its own wrist to bleed correctness and compassion till there is no blood left to pump the pummled heart."

Are you ghost writing speeches for John Ashcroft?

"Decency and morality"? Whose?

"diseases and dissolution crossing the borders"? So much for Ellis Island and the Statue of Liberty.

Perhaps you'll be wistful someday for what America might have been - a free country, a tolerant nation, a welcoming port. But probably not. You'll be hunkered down in your gated compound trying to keep the disease-ridden immigrants from siphoning gas from your SUV.