Posted on 11/12/2018 12:16:50 PM PST by deandg99
They clearly thought the American Dream meant something else.
When they heard that there would be a work requirement for living in the Free World, they suddenly had somewhere else they needed to be.
Remember that deal Obama signed to take in some of Australia’s Least Wanted? Twelve hundred some-odd single, adult male ‘refugees’, many with mental health issues? ‘Refugees’ from the Middle East?
(Excerpt) Read more at clashdaily.com ...
I thought they were mainly refuges from Myanmar in that deal...
"...WORK..."
“Everything free in America....”
But-but-but- what our diversity, our multi-culti, our social ethnokemia?
You mean that they are not coming to US to look for job opportunities and a better life?
But that’s what Dems have been telling us about their new alien Democratic voters ..er..um.. refugees.
“Ees not my yob, mang!”
One evening as the sun went down
And the jungle fire was burning
From South America came migrants hiking
And they said, “Boys, I’m not turning”
“I’m headed for a land that’s far away
Besides the crystal fountains
So come with me, we’ll go and see
The Big Rock Candy Mountains
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
There’s a land that’s fair and bright
Where the handouts grow on bushes
And you sleep out every night
Where the boxcars all are empty
And the sun shines every day
And the birds and the bees
And the cigarette trees
The lemonade springs
Where the bluebird sings
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
All the ICE agents have wooden legs
And the bulldogs all have rubber teeth
And the hens lay soft-boiled eggs
The farmers’ trees are full of fruit
And the barns are full of hay
Oh, I’m bound to go
Where there ain’t no snow
Where the rain don’t fall
The winds don’t blow
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
You never change your socks
And the little streams of alcohol
Come trickling down the rocks
The citizens have to tip their hats
And the sanctuary cops are blind
There’s a lake of stew
And of whiskey too
You can paddle all around it
In a big canoe
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
The jails are made of tin
And you can walk right out again
As soon as you are in
There ain’t no short-handled shovels
No axes, saws nor picks
I’m goin’ to stay
Where you sleep all day
Where they hung the jerk
That invented work
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
I’ll see you all this coming fall
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
Make way for the Cripple Creek Ferry.
The “refugees ” learning that our streets are not paved with gold.
False advertising. How can they call it the "free world" and then make lazy parasites pay for what they consume?
Good one... the lyrics really do fit.
The Big Rock Candy Mountains:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JqowmHgxVJQ
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