Thursday, February 25, 2016


You are free, Genie.

There is a feeling I get when cross the security check point in an American airport.  It is a sense of relief.

A sense that I am now free.

Free to leave.

Free to move.

Free to explore.

Free of the endless election.

Free of Trump.  Free of Cruz.  Free of Republicans.

I hate to say it but nothing suits me in America so much as leaving it.

I cross security, make my way to the lounge and exhale.

I am sorry to say it but I find America oppressive to be in.

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