I’ve written my last letter-to-the-editor for my local paper. I did my best to list some of my grievances with the state. Normally, when people flee a dying state they keep their opinions to themselves, or at most share them with close friends and family. But I thought the people of California deserved to know why I’m leaving. Unfortunately, I was only allotted two hundred words for my article. I could have written a book.
As usual, the comment section is filled with statists, this time rejoicing at my departure. Others sympathize with my views and cheer me on, like a convict who takes pleasure in one of his fellow cage-birds successfully escaping prison. The truth is, everybody is happy that I’m leaving. I no longer like California and California doesn’t want me. I’m not the first person to flee this dying state and I won’t be the last. I’m just escaping while I still can.