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I've written before about how sometimes the predominant culture in Utah does not necessarily jive with my own political leanings. But then, sometimes it does, and I'm proud to be in Utah. Check this out:



Utah would typically be among those red states, both in political terms as well as in the idea that there might be objections on religious grounds. In this case, however, the Governor was very clear:

And Utah Gov. Gary Herbert, a Republican, declared his state would do its part too.

"Utahns are well known for our compassion for those who are fleeing the violence in their homeland,” Herbert said in a statement. “And we will work to do all we can to ease their suffering without compromising public safety.”

The thing is, it's true. This makes my heart swell, and I'm grateful to be here. Send them on! Shucks, I've got extra room in my house.

Nice job, Utah, and Governor Herbert. I'm proud of you!


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-tost to me, 
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"

 - Emma Lazarus, The New Colossus


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