You neg rep me, and call me a loser.
Yet here you are, champing at the bit to blow town and run away.
To where, I have no $#@!ing idea, as the world is now a prison planet, but that is what you want to do.
After bashing one of the most successful freedom campaigns ever, in Rand Paul.
I wrote those words to point out that, while you are hauling ass, and everybody is busy kissing ass and complying, I will be preparing mind and body to hold the line and die as a martyr and kook.
I have no illusions about how few will stand with me when that time comes, that, let's be honest, doomatarians have been predicting for decades.
But I'm convinced it's as close as it has ever been in my lifetime.
All the Jacobin left needs to start the killing is a new Robespierre.
Enjoy your beach in Belize.
It's liberty or death for me as this all unwinds.