Running from America

Lisbon, my new home?

For several weeks now I've been researching where our family can move if Kamala Harris becomes the next president. The pretense is that Joe Biden, already-addled and frail at 77, will be the one in the Oval Office, but in reality it will be Kammie, specifically chosen by the Democrat puppet masters to inflict their loony policies on all of us. In short order the America we know will be but a ghost of its former self.

While all the bleeding hearts here welcome any and every immigrant who can swim, crawl or tunnel their way into our country, it's not easy for any of us over the age of 50 to find a new home. In fact, it's damn slim pickin's. Canada, the easiest one for us to get to since it shares a border with Maine, wants nothing to do with either me or my husband, considering us too old to help grow their economy and likely to tap into their free health care soon enough.  

The Dominican Republic will let us in, but no thanks. Ditto Ecuador, Malta and Belize. Costa Rica has too many Americans already and New Zealand is too far away. Israel welcomes all Jews, but it is after all a war zone, let's face it. The best country that says "Come on down!" is Portugal, a place I have visited and found to be Heaven on Earth. Not only is it stunningly beautiful, but the people are friendly and many of them speak English. (Okay, so the government is Socialist; still, it's not the Wicked Witch in my face every day. And by the time I start to dislike all the politicians there, I'll be dead.)

So go ahead, Democrats: give it your best shot. I'm confident that my plan is a lot better than yours.