Never going to Auto Zone again

Why: “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.” Surely these words were not written by a prophet on a ****-house wall. We are our governments’ children, self-righteous, self-concerned, self-centered,…well just too may selfies.

If I remember history correctly our Native Americans’ language saved our butts in WWI and then again in WWII. The Germans could not decipher Navaho American language. Native American language was here way before English language, maybe we kind of did squeezed out theirs and inserted ours?

For the most part us Americans don’t like change, don’t like to be meddled with, and enjoy similarities that we have grown comfortable with. May you have an interesting past ahead of you.