My escape from the People’s Drugged Out Police State Republic Of Kolorado (PRK) is getting closer. I looked at a dirt cheap house today in Cheyenne, Wyoming – right off a bike trail which leads into downtown. The owner bragged about how everyone carries open or concealed, and that crime is non-existent.
They have no income tax, and the state doesn’t treat law-abiding citizens like criminals, and criminals like heroes. They don’t crank out nutcases like James Holmes, Ward Churchill and the Ramseys. Gas is 40 cents cheaper, you can buy fireworks, and the place isn’t run by a bunch of Communist nitwits.
Hopefully I will leave the PRK soon, deprive them of a significant amount of revenue – and give the one fingered salute on my way across the border.