All the sudden I feel like I'm at an AA meeting…
Hi, my name is Tony and I… Have a problem. A geopolitical problem, that is, as I live in the strange land of Kalifornistan. It is a place of natural beauty - gorgeous weather, warm sunny beaches, snow covered mountains, lakes, rivers, and more.
Unfortunately, this paradise comes with a catch. You see, this place is under the control of a violent group of people who seem hell-bent on controlling the lives of the people who live within the area they have sectioned off as their territory. Their main functions seem to be destroying businesses and jobs, siphoning resources out of the economy in vast amounts, and maniacally controlling the peaceful, non-violent behaviors of the people with arbitrary rules imposed by politicians who sleep cozily in the back-pockets of their corporate controllers.
I was born into this captivity twenty-something years ago, so you could say freedom only exists in theory to me. I know what it is, understand it on a theoretical level, but actually living freely is an entirely foreign concept to me. My plans are to move in the near future to another section of land ruled by a less egregious gang of violent thugs where I can at least run a business without being taxed/fined/robbed $2 for every $1 I make. A place where every other car doesn't have one of the state's footsoldiers behind the wheel eagerly anticipating the opportunity to beat down and rob the next subject who refuses to respect his authoratah. A place where people are allowed to defend themselves and their families from real criminals instead of being locked in a cage and financially destroyed by the "justice system" for doing so, and people don't run away screaming if they see someone who is wearing a weapon but doesn't have a shiny badge to match. A place where the possibility of meeting another person who has even the slightest grasp on the concepts of liberty and isn't a devout state worshiper is even remotely possible.
Like Biggie Smalls once said, "Cali: great place to visit". Living in California is another thing entirely. It's a love/hate thing. It's easy, if not impossible to resist, falling in love with California's incredible geography. But eventually, unless your government-school-imposed state-worship brainwashing never wears off, the shackles become more and more noticeable. First they itch a little, but then the shackles become more and more apparent. Soon you realize how tight and heavy they really are, and how short the chain attached to them is. From that point, it's only a matter of time before you can no longer tolerate such slavery. While escaping to real freedom isn't possible yet, I know I can at least transfer to a new plantation where the shackles are less noticeable.
I have been looking at and comparing different plantations to transfer to, weighing the pros and cons of each. Haven't come to a decision yet, but New Hampshire is definitely on the list and I plan to at least visit within the next year or so.
Anyway, thanks to anyone who actually read the above. Hopefully it provided a little insight into the mind of a liberty-aware individual gasping for air beneath the unbearable weight of Kalifornistan's great iron fist.
Hi Tony!
I just moved to New Hampshire from NorCal two weeks ago. The sooner you get here the better.
Right on. This plantation's masters are better.