You don't even have to go to that length. Just build the walls around LA and SF and the rest of the state will be GTG.
On the plane from Baltimore to Chicago last Friday, I sat next to a Navy O-6. Crusty old bastard who drank gin and tonics.
His first comment to me was, "I ****ing live to pay taxes." Turns out he lives in the SF area. I asked him why he lives there among the moonbats and he just shrugged and said, "Hell, they're like dog turds on the street. After awhile, you get used to stepping around them."
I had the sense he was not too happy about the criminal in the WH either. Called him a sonofabitch in a fairly loud tone (it may have been the gin).
He advocated a return to the draft. I expressed my misgivings to that idea, which he politely heard. Then he said, "**** that. Sonsabitches need to get a dog in this fight."
While unassing the plane, I shook his hand and told him it was a pleasure (which it was).
I'd much rather talk to a Navy O-6 than some punkass moonbat hippie from Commiefornia.
