Several weeks ago an important anniversary passed without comment. It deserves a few words.

July 3, Independence Day. Or should I say “Freedom From America Day”. This past Third of July marked the eighth anniversary of my escape from America. Yup, eight years ago, on July 3, 1999, I got on a plane leaving the United States of America and I have never been back since. Not even once.

The current plan is to extend that streak to ten years, ten delightful, wonderful years out of the dreaded slave yoke of America life.

And to the rest of you fuckers stuck under Uncle Sam’s thumb? Get the fuck out while you still can.