Dear Texas, despite all of your shortcomings, I am here to inform you:
You are the last best hope of mankind.
The collectivists now have the votes in the Senate to pass the Health Care Enslavement Act. Everything else is procedure. Therefore I must recognize that now, to my utter horror…
I no longer live in a free country.
I will be forced by the power of the State to pay for a stranger’s MRI. I will be forced to beg the government for permission to get a heart transplant.
I am a slave. The government now has complete power over everything that constitutes my humanity, for if they control my health and body, they control me.
It appears then that, since collectivists now control the United States and wish to enslave me and my family, I must consider other options. Shall I move? To where? Name a country that is not collectivist in one form or another, or under threat of imminent domination. Europe is under the crushing velvet glove of socialism, Russia is a madhouse, all else froth and insanity, corruption and tyranny.
I want my United States, but it is no longer the United States. It is gone and has been since at least the 1950’s, as Rome was no longer Rome after the madness of the twelve Caesars, but still trundled on under momentum and past glories.
…Which brings me to the most important thing I know about Texas.
Dear big beautiful Texas with all your gorgeous pageant women and comfort food: you are the only state that joined our Union with a treaty allowing for legal secession.
Here’s the “long story short,” your favorite phrase, Dear Texas:
You can get out now and no one will stop you.
Just save room for me!