WTF Canada?!

[Smitty-48]

I'll be chillin' like a villin' in Nevada by then.

[heydaralon]

I'll be chillin' like a villin' in Nevada by then.

Not without your passport and your assets which will be frozen. That's standard operating procedure for enemies of America.

[Smitty-48]

Meh, Snowbirds are no enemy to America, I literally get invitations from Nevada asking me to please come spend my money there. Florida too. Arizona wants me as well.

Florida, too swampy.

Arizona, too hot.

[Speaker to Animals]

Snowbirds are welcome as long as they know and understand that, when the balloon goes up, the locals are going to kill them.

[Smitty-48]

I'm not afraid of Americans, just take them one at a time, two in the chest, one in the mouth.

[heydaralon]

Meh, Snowbirds are no enemy to America, I literally get invitations from Nevada asking me to please come spend my money there.

Probably part of some kind of sting complete with honeypots and a moving surveillance team. At the moment, they are trying to build a case for the invasion. Margaret Atwood and Drake are justification alone, but Peterson and O'Leary are national jewels and they will become leaders in the new Canadian Freedom invasion Coalition Provisional Authority regime while Bremer and the occupying force sort things out. It will be a slow transition, but in time, things will work out.

[Smitty-48]

Whatevs, come and free me, Uncle Abe, beam me up, Scotty.

In the event of breakdown of civil order, I will of course go exponential force multiplier to recruit and train my own army.

Smitty Blue Light Jackson for the win.

[Speaker to Animals]

I'm not afraid of Americans, just take them one at a time, two in the chest, one in the mouth.

Reported. Visa will be denied now. There's no place for radical terrorists in Trump's America.

[Fife]

Smits, I expect you'll get easy entry into the Kalifornia Republic when the time comes. Then you'll just need to pull a few strings to get passage across the desert to the Promised Land.

We were somewhere around Barstow on the edge of the desert when the drugs began to take hold. I remember saying something like "I feel a bit lightheaded; maybe you should drive..." And suddenly there was a terrible roar all around us and the sky was full of what looked like huge bats, all swooping and screeching and diving around the car, which was going about a hundred miles an hour with the top down to Las Vegas. And a voice was screaming: "Holy Jesus! What are those goddamn animals?"

Then it was quiet again. My attorney had taken his shirt off and was pouring beer on his chest, to facilitate the tanning process. "What the hell are you yelling about?" he muttered, staring up at the sun with his eyes closed and covered with wraparound Spanish sunglasses. "Never mind," I said. "It's your turn to drive." I hit the brakes and aimed the Great Red Shark toward the shoulder of the highway. No point mentioning those bats, I thought. The poor bastard will see them soon enough.

[Smitty-48]

Trump has no beef with me, I'm a North German Protestant, and I've got capital, MAGA needs the investors.