“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!” Repeating this because I think it's worth repeating.
Reminds me of possibly my favorite Steven Wright joke: I was sad because I had no shoes until I met a man who had no feet. So I asked him, "Got any shoes you're not using?"
That depends on when they were previously planning on bringing Buxton back, which they have been tight-lipped about. If the plan was to bring him back two days from now I agree with you. If the plan was for one week from now they may shorten it to 5 days.