You can be made to see the light in the internment camps rather than conceed. Either way comrade, we will meet in the shoe line and can talk about how horrible the sawdust they are putting in the bread tastes while we wonder if they have any shoes in our size.
I’ll escape to some Caribean backwater. Or, if they put tight security on the airports, Mexico is going to need a really high fence to keep out all the gringos.