The Liberalism They Wore

On imposture and the exit tax

I have been thinking deeply about my previous life as a jet-setting executive. I saw the world. But I lost myself. Attending conferences. Business meetings. All over the world. I fell victim to a lifestyle that had no grounding. No connection back to the real. Anywhere was everywhere. All you needed was Wi-Fi and your laptop. It was exhilarating. But there’s nothing there.

This isn't a screed about globalism per se. I will not join our fascist brothers and sisters within the human race in suggesting to the contrary, a notion that the world should do anything other than live together and trade in relative harmony, with reasonable ways for people to migrate throughout the world, to follow dreams, to follow careers, to learn new languages, and to explore different ways of living inside the human condition. I think all that is good. The notion that the world we prefer is an angry man asking for your papers at each checkpoint to protect the integrity of the community—whatever the fascists think that means—is ludicrous.