There is no place in the nation to escape tyranny now.
A buffer would be nice... Connecticut is in the belly of the beat.
“There is no place in the nation to escape tyranny now.”
Your point is well taken, but let me offer this.
Consider the Titanic. After it struck the iceberg, it sank bow first, pulling the front of the ship downward as the stern rose high out of the water. Folks trying to stay alive fled to the stern, for it would clearly be the last place of safety.
Our nation is now in a similar situation. It’s taking on water, the bow is down, and reasonable minds sense the ship cannot be saved.
In this case, perhaps the best solution for those with the ability and wisdom to do so, would be to migrate away from the area that is (or soon will be) below the water, “to the nation’s stern” so to speak. Those who still believe in the old ways should re-congregate themselves into those areas of the country where they can keep tradition and values alive for the longest, regardless of what is happening elsewhere. There still are places where this remains possible, where survival (and I speak of the survival of values as much as of simple existence) may have a chance well into the future.
It may not be possible to create zones (even entire states) of refuge to the extent of Galt’s Gulch, but in the face of mass collapse in much of the country, at least some areas may have a far better chance than do others.
Have you ever read Ray Bradbury’s “Fahrenheit 451”? The story closes with the renegade “fireman” leaving the city and journeying to a remote area where individuals have become “human books”, having committed entire books (which are banned elsewhere) to memory, and as they age, reciting and teaching the knowledge they have saved to the young, so that the books will “live” beyond themselves.
So, too, might these renegade areas of conservatism be maintained, to keep alive the concepts of freedom as the new Obammunist socialists try to stamp it out everywhere else.
I’m old, and perhaps may be gone before too many more years. But I’d like to find such a place of refuge, a place that more resembled the America of my youth than it does the America of today. Such locales exist — I’ve been to them. Got to pick up and move soon. I’m hoping I can find that place “on the stern” to have my own time run out before it, too, slips beneath the waves...