Im Very Confused

Housing is too expensive? Deport the migrants and it lowers the demand for housing. Let the private equity firms die as they loose all their money from speculating on houses they don’t live in.

Jobs aren’t paying enough? Deport the migrants who are competing for those jobs and boxing out Americans. Our citizens shouldn’t have to compete with the whole world for a job in their hometown. Don’t let the corporations fire Americans and hire migrants for pennies on the dollar.

Taxes are too high? Deport the migrants who are a net drain on the system. Save billions of dollars annually by deporting fraudsters.

Healthcare costs are high? Deport the migrants who get subsidized healthcare and burden the medical system.

Traffic is too heavy? Every migrant deported is a space on the road that opened up. It also reduces the number of uninsured drivers, and illegal and dangerous CDL drivers who can’t read road signs.

Crime rate is high? Deport the migrant criminals, and walk safely in your city.

Want better education outcomes for your children? Deport the migrants and class sizes get smaller, and costs go down.

The mirror replied "To whom?"

"The miller who made the flour for my bread," the queen would say, or "Whoever spun the thread my shawl was made of".

The second time, she says "To the King," and she is pleased to see herself once more.

The third time, she says "To the Royal Advisor," and is once more satisfied to see herself.

The fourth time, she says "To the scribe who takes the King's letters." She is shown the man's wife. And she seethes, but quiets herself, for it is only right that a man loves his wife.

The fifth time, she says "To the Court Wizard," and is shown the man's departed mother as he remembers her from his youth, radiant and smiling and warm and larger than life.

The tenth time, she says "To the Stable Master," and is shown the fastest horse in the stable, majestic and free as the wind even in captivity

"To the baker," she is shown the man's daughter, young and adorable and full of joy and laughter.

"To the artist who did my portrait," she is shown a painting of a woman done by the man's teacher, who he still looks up to now that he is well established himself.

"To the Royal Knight," she is surprised but not displeased to see the castle's entire guard force in the middle of doing drills.

The one hundredth time she asks the mirror, and it asks her "to whom?" she once again says, "To me." And she does the same the one hundred and second, and again and again and again.

It also lets us burn the koran if we want to do that too, if you were looking for a way to retaliate that is 100% legal and just as upsetting to the people that burned the flag as burning the flag is to you, and me.

Also in the name of irony dealing with the caption on that image I decided to look up on a hunch.