50,000 for the entire world. Divide that among each country with people trying to get here, and it's a meaningless number.
In addition, most of the people who come here illegally are poverty stricken and wouldn't have the first clue as to how to fill out the proper forms or get into that lottery in the first place.
The size of the world doesn't matter.
We don't have a responsibility to take in everyone in the world. 50,000 is plenty for us to absorb every year.
That's a separate argument and I'm not contradicting you. (Well, I don't agree with your last sentence, but it's still a separate argument.)
What number should it be? 100,000? 200,000? 500,000? What's the "right" number?
I don't know. We've never been close to it.
What criteria is used to determine the right number?
How about we start with 50,000/yr and see how it goes? Once we establish actual facts with those 50,000/yr we can then increase or decrease accordingly.
This Land Is Your Land
Words and Music by Woody Guthrie
This land is your land This land is my land
From California to the New York island;
From the red wood forest to the Gulf Stream waters
This land was made for you and Me.
As I was walking that ribbon of highway,
I saw above me that endless skyway:
I saw below me that golden valley:
This land was made for you and me.
I've roamed and rambled and I followed my footsteps
To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts;
And all around me a voice was sounding:
This land was made for you and me.
When the sun came shining, and I was strolling,
And the wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling,
As the fog was lifting a voice was chanting:
This land was made for you and me.
As I went walking I saw a sign there
And on the sign it said "No Trespassing."
But on the other side it didn't say nothing,
That side was made for you and me.
In the shadow of the steeple I saw my people,
By the relief office I seen my people;
As they stood there hungry, I stood there asking
Is this land made for you and me?
Nobody living can ever stop me,
As I go walking that freedom highway;
Nobody living can ever make me turn back
This land was made for you and me.