My visits to Austin were always pleasant, but even ten years ago – my last trip, Austin felt oddly familiar to me. Like I was visiting Orange County, CA from west LA where I lived. That’s when I crossed Austin off my list.

Places like Austin are a cannibals playground. These cities have enough livestock to satiate the predators, but have been spiritually gutted to the point where the wolves no longer need to wear sheep’s skin at risk of being center-massed from an idling F-150 at the gate.

The gold-rush of opportunists and vampires who love love love sushi and ramen and bacon-wrapped food trucks flock to cities like Austin because they need a stocked pond.

Their prior ponds being overrun by anglers resembling them in all ways, like narcissus seeing his shameful reflection everywhere he goes, the *problem* obviously becomes one of geography.

Progressive death-cult takers like Tim need to keep moving just like the snake-oil hucksters of the old prairie, as the byproducts of their own religion salt the earth as they go.

It’s a shame that what he believes to be dangerous is not what awaits him, but what he is fleeing.

Also, I’ve never been but fairly widespread rumour has it that Austin is basically transplanted bourgeois California already.

Unfortunately, yet another example of Californication.

But, just how bad are the thought police if even a liberal is intimidated.

I am reminded that in the building where my wife works, every faculty door has the same progressive posters. No just progressive, but the same ones.