Weird that some wanna make it sound like brimstone and fire without actually saying it. Our own intelligence community has stated that it is almost impossible to fully vet these folks and there are 1000 investigations with the FBI at present. There are apparently plenty of immigrants/refugees that don’t even have paperwork they’re supposed to have after being vetted while being here so I don’t know why at least a temporary furlong on this matter is even an issue.
Let them get it sorted and then complain if they don’t agree with some of the criteria.
https://homeland.house.gov/press/nations-top-security-officials-concerns-on-refugee-vetting/
Frink’s favorite go-to site.
http://www.latimes.com/politics/la-na-syria-refugees-vetting-gap-20170125-story.html
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/abraham-r-wagner/vetting-syrian-refugees-m_b_8593438.html
I should add that this problem goes at least as far back as the Clinton Administration, probably farther, so it’s not like it’s a big lie or something.
LOL
So, I don’t know if immigration personally effects you, but I happen to live in a city that is very supportive of refugees, and has helped settle way more than the national average. I have good friends that work in resettlement. It is completely untrue that more needs to be done to vet refugees. It takes forever to come to the US as refugees. It is absolutely shameful the way politicians are using fear of terrorists coming as refugees for getting more support. The argument is easy to make, and sounds oh so wise “let’s just take a moment to make sure it is safe”. Well, it’s a very sneaky lie. It is already just about as safe as you can make it. I am sick and tired of hearing these uninformed, but well intentioned sounding statements. I say, let us do some good for refugees, and some good for the US, and keep bringing them in. Refugees make America stronger.
There’s also this:
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
“Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she
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!”