It\'s Not Your Table

Lewis Carroll on Immigration:

The table was a large one, but the three were all crowded together at one corner of it: "No room! No room!" they cried out when they saw Alice coming. "There's PLENTY of room!" said Alice indignantly, and she sat down in a large arm-chair at one end of the table.

"Have some wine," the March Hare said in an encouraging tone.

Alice looked all round the table, but there was nothing on it but tea. "I don't see any wine," she remarked.

"There isn't any," said the March Hare.

"Then it wasn't very civil of you to offer it," said Alice angrily.

"It wasn't very civil of you to sit down without being invited," said the March Hare.

"I didn't know it was YOUR table," said Alice; "it's laid for a great many more than three."

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Micha, that was wonderful!

Micha, that was wonderful!


Unfortunely, Micha, the

Unfortunely, Micha, the table IS presently overflowing with incurable cancer victims. Do YOU have do get cancer to understand? The wine is overflowing for a select few; the rest have to make to with contaminated water--if they can find any water at all. Why do you equate your easy access to LSD laced kool-aid with your preceived overabundance of "luxuries" (e.g. food, water, clothing, shelter etc.)? I think you should be forcibly stripped naked and left to fend for yourself on the mean streets of Harlem. Be happy I didn't say Falluja. Your bare white ratty ass wouldn't last a plumb minute.


Dood, there's nothing in

Dood, there's nothing in this to make me think it wasn't their table.