I'm not talking about a building that they're paying someone to live in. I'm talking about a country they entered illegally. This is not their home. Any residence they might take up here is illegal.
And here I always thought that home was your environment: your friends, your family, the community you contribute to and are a part of. Apparently none of that has any validity, and it's instead dependent on some mystical property of the land on which you are born, or of the purity of the blood that runs through your veins, as decided by other people hundreds of years ago and upheld by yet others who may be thousands of miles away who neither you nor I will likely ever meet nor be able to hold accountable. Maybe it's just me, but that argument has little resemblance to any idea of "home" I can conjure up.
You would declare America to be the home of the children of expats who have never seen the country and never want to, while denying it to those born a few miles south of the right patch of soil who live their whole lives working to make their place in pursuit of the American dream. Furthermore, your argument ignores (or simply isn't aware of?) the 45% of illegal immigrants who are overstays, and therefore entered the country illegally, many of whom are in the process of naturalizing as citizens but whose status in the meanwhile is either in legal limbo or technically illegal.
Who are getting pissed over privacy. I'm just unhappy (as a 45 year old) that I have to check my privacy settings weekly, and sometimes daily.
Because Slashdot is in love with Apple. In fact, if I were feeling particularly cynical and suspicious, I'd wonder who that "anonymous reader" is, and if in fact the notes had pictures of dead presidents on them...
Check the TUTORIAL file in the repo to either turn on by filetype or globally
"Kill the Wabbit, Kill the Wabbit, Kill the Wabbit!" -- Looney Tunes, "What's Opera Doc?" (1957, Chuck Jones)