I enjoy reading your advice column, but I’m at a quandary as to some of the strange questions you have answered. I truly was unaware as to just how many conflicted souls choose to live above 4800 feet in a dense forest. Well, I guess I’m one of them.
My question to you is tantamount to a should I stay or should I go situation.
Whoa is me. I’ve experienced the assassination of both John and Robert Kennedy; the cruelty bestowed on our soldiers returning from Vietnam; terrorists flying planes into buildings; protests against this; protests against that; the raging mobs; the torched trashcans; the serial killers; the pedophiles; the home invaders; the woke jokesters; and on and on. Reciting the Pledge of Allegiance to our flag on Memorial Day, I found it hard to say “one nation under God.”
God has abandoned our country; He has taken a step back and let the devil have his day, and I can’t take it anymore. I canceled Spectrum cable; no more fake news for me.
I am delving into the idea of becoming an ex-pat on a beach in Mexico. I hear that the police there are pretty tough on lawbreakers and every citizen prays to the Blessed Mary. Her statue is literally everywhere.
I’m alone and retired. Will I regret turning my back on the United States of America?
Traitor in Crestline
Pink dune buggies; sparkling oceans; street tacos on the beach; ice cold beer in a bucket on the sand; steaming lobster drenched in butter—shall I go on?
If I could ever convince my better half here at the Sidney cabin, I’d catch up with you in a heartbeat. Not going to happen. We have to stay put so that the grandkids can fly into Ontario airport and visit us for a week every other year.
Think of me while dipping your feet into the (south) Pacific.
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