[dropcap style=”font-size:100px; color:#992211;”]A[/dropcap]n oft-read opinion, more so now than ever: the simple declaration: “I want to leave the US.”
Understandable sentiment. And the dismal and deranged situation extends far beyond the bloated, narcissistic, twitter-happy Lord Of The Dung Heap currently squatting in the White House.
I highly recommend leaving the US. The nation, founded in genocide, its capitalists class’ coffers obscenely bloated by, first, outright slavery then the de facto slavery of wage and debt enslavement; its imperialist military and anti-democratic, so-called intelligence and espionage agencies are the largest source of evil on the planet; its mass media is a perpetual brainwashing device for a populace of checked-out, wilfully and belligerently ignorant, sub-cretinous twit-waffles – all of which have rendered the culture a soul-defying shitscape. 
Our family left. Given the situation, if you are unable or unwilling to participate in full-scale resistance (and no, donning pussycat headgear and engaging in risk-free participation in a political establishment-approved, police-protected, sunny day march in no way resembles what resistance looks like) then escape, if possible, is the best option. The US, from its ad hoc architecture to its mercenary, exploitive, ruthless, and thieving collective mode of being has always been a (mostly) hideous, self-hyping lie of the mind.
“Can you provide some advice on how to go about leaving.”
First step — and this process cannot be passed over — it is crucial to free oneself of the proliferate addictions that allow capitalist/consumer culture to devour one’s finances, one’s time and one’s soul. As Ivan Illich’s truism goes: “In a consumer society, there are inevitably two kinds of slaves: the prisoners of addiction and the prisoners of envy.”
In short, one cannot possibly feel deeply nor think clearly if one is possessed by a mindset that does not reflect the heart and the soul i.e., both of one’s own and of Anima Mundi (The Soul Of The World).
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Phil Rockstroh is a poet, lyricist and philosopher bard living in New York City.
Yet a bio amounts to dharma for dimwits: It defines a human being in the same manner and degree of veracity as a restaurant menu describes the various slabs of meat offered … commodified things that were once living beings.
