Instapundit:

WELL, YES: “I’m tired of hearing conservative friends apologize for President Trump’s ‘go back to where you came from’ tweets about the likes of Ilhan Omar. The president has the moral high ground, and the weasel war dance of the mainstream media shouldn’t distract us from this fact.”

Judging by the polls, I think we may start seeing these again.

"These" are this symbol:

The thing is, Trump is for American, and these Congresswomen are against it, as Elliot Resnick said:

Trump, as we saw on Independence Day, is a patriot, and running against that hasn't been a success for the Democratic Party.

When Instapundit mentioned the "Love It Or Leave It" thing, I also thought of this song. Originally recorded in 1915, when immigration was peaking, it was sung, below, by Gene Autry during the Second World War.

People who sing it tend to think of it as "If You Don't Like Your Uncle Sammy", but its actual title, directed at disloyal immigrants like Ilhan Omar, is "Don't Bite the Hand That's Feeding You."

Don't Bite the Hand That's Feeding You

Last night, as I lay a sleeping,
A wonderful dream came to me.
I saw Uncle Sammy weeping
For his children from over the sea;
They had come to him, friendless and starving,
When from tyrant's oppression they fled,
But now they abuse and revile him,
Till at last in just anger he said:

If you don't like your Uncle Sammy,
Then go back to your home o'er the sea,
To the land from where you came,
Whatever be its name,
But don't be ungrateful to me!
If you don't like the stars in Old Glory,
If you don't like the Red, White and Blue,
Then don't act like the cur in the story,
Don't bite the hand that's feeding you!

You recall the day you landed,
How I welcomed you to my shore?
When you came here empty handed,
And allegiance forever you swore?
I gathered you close to my bosom,
Of food and of clothes you got both,
So, when in trouble, I need you,
You will have to remember your oath:

If you don't like your Uncle Sammy,
Then go back to your home o'er the sea,
To the land from where you came,
Whatever be its name,
But don't be ungrateful to me!
If you don't like the stars in Old Glory,
If you don't like the Red, White and Blue,
Then don't act like the cur in the story,
Don't bite the hand that's feeding you!