So here is the question that has been plaguing me all day: in the concentration camps to which all of us who aren’t white, rich, straight, and male will be carted off in the next four years to suffer the consequences of our president’s having bankrupted our country both financially and morally, will there be low-carb dining options?
‘Cause if not, I’m going to Canada.
start filling out your paperwork, pronto.
I don’t know, but someone just explained to me that this sort of thing was caused by our country’s widespread persecution of practicing Christians.
I’m hoping for a Victorian workhouse/debtor’s prison sort of deal, with a giant treadmill. And gruel.
Mmm, yummy gruel.
I’ve made a CafePress store with some merch for those who would like to share the grief. I’m not making a nickel off this, mind you–the prices are CafePress’s costs only. Just in case anyone wants to do some retail therapy.
Much as we would love to have you in Australia (the land of milk and honey), don’t even think about it. Our prime minister (of whom you have probably never heard) has allied himself strongly with W and has just himself won three more years in office. I have also thought of migrating to Canada… or New Zealand.
My fellow law students and I have discovered that some Caribbean nations are willing to part with islands that can then be made into freestanding countries for a measly $125,000. We’re pooling our student loan money and heading south for the next four years. Although there may not be “modern amenities,” we promise to bring lots of rum. And vodka. Who’s in?
Seriously: This is terrifying. Let’s not forget that 11 states have prohibited us from marrying one another.
About that Caribbean gay island away from the Fascist States of America – I am so in. There should be a gay haven somewhere in the world…
Umm…don’t go to Canada cause see there are limited entrances and I really wanted to go there since USA is not an option anymore. I mean, Gay, muslim, non-white immigrant…come on!
Reminds me of a movie title…
They shoot horses, Don’t they?
With a slight modification…it’s not like it’s not been done before…JFK and all…
‘Tis a sad day indeed. They will miss us, and we’ll have grand tea parties in the camps!
I am seriously considering moving to ireland and opening a little gay pub in some quaint hamlet…
Hey, wait, if you are all packing your rum and leaving for some caribbean island without electricity – who is going to comment on the presidential election campaign of John Ellis “Jeb” Bush – brother of the God-sent one and only – in 2008?
I used to love camp! This one time…
I’m thinking that the arrests of Jeb Bush’s wife (for shoplifting and customs violations), son (for stalking an ex-girlfriend), and daughter (we all know about that) aren’t going to play particularly well in Red America.
I mean, in Florida, shoplifting, smuggling, stalking, and drug addiction practically count as hobbies, but in the rest of Fuckland (as I now call the broad central skidmark of America), not so much.