Tonight I’m thinking about #emigration and how tempting it feels. Right now, at this moment, there’s nothing I’d like better than to just up and leave from this country that has turned into a complete and utter hellscape for any of us who still hold onto even a shred of our humanity. I’ve heard people posit that it’s relatively easy to leave, but I beg to differ. First, not only am I a person with a disability, I’m also married to another person with a disability, and I already know many countries take a rather dim view of people with disabilities popping up. Public charge, anyone? It doesn’t matter that I have guaranteed income, and Sarah is employed. So emigrating is pretty much a nonstarter. I even looked into #Canada a while ago, since I am second generation (my grandfather emigrated from Quebec), but that doesn’t give me any special perks. So, as long as I’m stuck here, I’ll just continue annoying people with my periodic shitposts.