Fortunately I didn’t spray espresso on the screen, but I’m glad to report that they haven’t taken my sense of humor away (even though I’m still in the USA). Well played.
While I’ve maintained my US Passport for the moment, I first floated the idea of “renunciation” back in 2001, a little over a year before relocating to as rural a patch as you can effectively find in the densely-populated environment that is western Europe.
We’ve only been back once since, for an extended reunion weekend with a particular band and the fans & friends revolving around them. The green-card holding foreign national wife, who spent 20 years stateside before we moved out, was detained for nearly four hours by TSA for exactly nothing, hosing our arrival itinerary completely.
Not exactly an incentive to move back.
She occasionally talks of pulling chocks here and going back, largely because parts of her family hasn’t been nearly as thankful/grateful for our efforts on the old homestead as she expected them to be and are going out of their way to undermine us. I just don’t see it happening.
By the time we’re at a decision point in the next year or three, I fully expect the camps to be filling up stateside and crossing the borders to be problematic at best.
I never thought I’d say this in my life, being an adventurous spirit basically from birth, I think I’m actually glad to be “stuck” right where we are. So long as Fortress Europe doesn’t start spiraling down the same dark socio-political hole.
And like a famous Roman statesman, I’ll just keep on playing and whistling as the place burns to the ground, which is the floor we live on anyway.
Defense.gov News Photo 110426-A-7597S-183: U.S. Special Operations service members with Special Operations Task Force South board two UH-60 Black Hawk helicopters following a clearing operation in Panjwa'i district in Kandahar province, Afghanistan, on April 25, 2011. Source: Wikimedia.
LOVE IT!!
The ghost of Ronald Reagan rocks on!
More like twists in agony at what has befallen his country…
LOL. I was sucking down my red bush tea, scrolling down to see the caption, and then sprayed said tea all over my monitor.
Ron Paul 2012. But I’m no longer a US resident … thank gawd.
Fortunately I didn’t spray espresso on the screen, but I’m glad to report that they haven’t taken my sense of humor away (even though I’m still in the USA). Well played.
While I’ve maintained my US Passport for the moment, I first floated the idea of “renunciation” back in 2001, a little over a year before relocating to as rural a patch as you can effectively find in the densely-populated environment that is western Europe.
We’ve only been back once since, for an extended reunion weekend with a particular band and the fans & friends revolving around them. The green-card holding foreign national wife, who spent 20 years stateside before we moved out, was detained for nearly four hours by TSA for exactly nothing, hosing our arrival itinerary completely.
Not exactly an incentive to move back.
She occasionally talks of pulling chocks here and going back, largely because parts of her family hasn’t been nearly as thankful/grateful for our efforts on the old homestead as she expected them to be and are going out of their way to undermine us. I just don’t see it happening.
By the time we’re at a decision point in the next year or three, I fully expect the camps to be filling up stateside and crossing the borders to be problematic at best.
I never thought I’d say this in my life, being an adventurous spirit basically from birth, I think I’m actually glad to be “stuck” right where we are. So long as Fortress Europe doesn’t start spiraling down the same dark socio-political hole.
And like a famous Roman statesman, I’ll just keep on playing and whistling as the place burns to the ground, which is the floor we live on anyway.