I got to give you props on your titles because it's true. This country has more religous nuts and Jesus freaks than any other country in the world. Don't believe me? Just look at the Stupid Laws contest. Most of the dumb laws are religious based.

This is great! Really good job!

Ooooooh....Little hot in here....I'd be afraid to put a entry or a comment...lol

I got it right away.... and understood the message right away.. good luck author,

This is not a contest of "politically correct";ness . And, were not all American. Or French.

I don't get what you did here? Replace a torch with a hand? If thats it then i suggest u make another entry because this is bland and unimaginative. and how is a hand instead of a torch anybetter?

actually dont try and clone it, instead use the burn tool at about 5% and burn it until it matches the tone of the rest of the metal you are blending to. the only thing you should clone is other bits of her dress where you get the seams in the metal, add that too the hand and blend it WELL (yes, not sloppy... whoodathunkit) so that it appears as if it actually belongs to the statue... it would atleast then look like its made of metal instead of stone. its a minor touch up that doesnt really need it, but i thought i would get all nitty gritty based on that last comment posted by jawshoewhah...

Who cares what it stands for, let’s focus on the obvious. For such a simple chop, you could of at least fixed the left edge of the arm and blend it better. Try filter/liquefy for the edge and clone stamp for the blending. It looks a little fuzzy, even in this resolution and the blend is obviously chopped. Upload a high res so we can see the details of your chop better. In fact, since you did chop so little, why not just crop it from the torso? IMO, you should add more sourceimage to it.

The statue of liberty has nothing to do with "Life, liberty & pursuit of God". This is her inscription: "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!"