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Calizuela Here We Come!
by L. Neil Smith
Attribute to L. Neil Smith’s The Libertarian Enterprise
I once thought that the craziest year America had ever endured was 1968: the War in Vietnam, the Presidential election, riots in Chicago, inner cities in flames all over the US and Europe, seizure of the USS Pueblo by North Korea, the Tet offensive, the My Lai Massacre, the 1968 Gun Control Act, the assassinations of Martin Luther King and Bobby Kennedy, the first teachers’ strike in US history, and enough other lunatic and destructive events to add another verse to the Billy Joel song. Most of these were Democrat enterprises, but they turned out to be only a tiny sip of the deep, rich, soup of insanity in which we’re all steeping half a century later in 2018.
The capital of all this collectivist craziness is the sorry state of California, which has tossed aside the US Constitution for the whims of its mentally-impaired governor (not the first, by any means, nor, apparently, the last) and his motley minions and mobs. California is the state, after all, that inflicted Diane Feinstein, Nancy Pelosi, and Maxine Waters on the rest of us, not to overlook Jack Dorsey, Sheryl Sandberg, Mark Zuckerberg, Eric Schmidt, Sergey Brin, and the Wojcicki sisters. (Who? Look them up—but beware, Wikipedia is owned, every page, by the bad guys.) California’s city streets are covered in human excrement, and there is a typhus epidemic brewing out there, somewhere.
Now, some Californians bleat that they want to secede from a United States that threatens to make them straighten up and fly right. Superficially, that might be a workable idea: on paper, California has one of the largest, most powerful economies in the world—bigger than that of many independent nations. It has a long, wonderful coastline and a couple of really good natural ports. Its agricultural sector is second to none. There is oil and gas within easy reach. It has no real military defenses, but I’m sure they’d be more than willing to leech off America’s defenses, our Navy, our Air Force, and our nuclear umbrella, like the deadbeat pajama boys they resemble, living in their mothers’ basements.
But wait. On the reasonable assumption that the California secession movement is limited to people in the counties that voted for Hillary Clinton, and that people in the counties who voted for Donald Trump do not want to secede, I consulted a California county-by-county election map for 2016. Blue counties dominate all but a tiny spot on the northern coast, which is too bad; most of the interior—the most productive part of the state—is bright red.
So here’s my brilliant idea. Instead of fighting another bloody, stupid, senseless War of Secession like the one we had in 1865, let’s grandly and magnanimously permit the state of California to secede—even insist on it—one county at a time. Those counties that vote to secede may do so and create the People’s Republic of Californistan, or whatever.
In exchange for defending this dog’s breakfast of a polity, we will keep all of our military bases and installations, somewhat like Guantanamo Bay Naval Air Station in Cuba. I believe the legal term is "adverse possession". Those counties that do not vote to secede—we wouldn’t want them to become like the captive peoples and nations of Europe during the Cold War—may remain in the Union, joining the adjacent state (mostly Nevada) or forming their own. To paraphrase the Borg, “We will add their productiveness to our own.”
However the trouble (for California, anyway), if you look at the map, is that county-by-county secession leaves the people’s Republic without visible means of support, a vagrant state, as it were, full of pencil-neck politicos and other worthless parasites, guilty of loitering on our Left Coast. They’re already bankrupt, after decades of Leninist-Stalinist policies. Now they will never recover with their productive counties gone—and we get their avocados!
Let them eat software.
Oh, yes, and counties would remain free, at any time to change their allegiance, eventually allowing the Bare Republic to evaporate away. In the meantime, the resulting border will be far too convoluted to build a simple northward extension of Trump’s Wall and we will be plagued with frequent across-the-border raids to steal our artichokes and wine-grapes, but we will, in the words of Lone Watie in The Outlaw Josie Wales: “endeavor to persevere.” Nobody is watching Hollywood’s movies anymore.
Perhaps we can make them in Hollywood, Florida, instead.
Award-winning novelist and essayist L. Neil Smith is a retired gunsmith, Publisher and Senior Columnist of L. Neil Smith’s The Libertarian Enterprise and the author of over thirty books. Look him up on Google, Wikipedia, and Amazon.com. He is available, at professional rates, to write columns, articles, and speeches for your organization, event, or publication, fiercely defending your rights, as he has done since the mid-1960s. His writings (and e-mail address) may also be found at L. Neil Smith’s The Libertarian Enterprise, at JPFO.org or at https://www.patreon.com/lneilsmith, to which you can contribute, directly. His many books and those of other pro-gun libertarians may be found (and ordered) at L. Neil Smith’s THE LIBERTARIAN ENTERPRISE “Free Radical Book Store” The preceding essay was originally prepared for and appeared in L. Neil Smith’s THE LIBERTARIAN ENTERPRISE. Use it to fight the continuing war against tyranny.
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