[Editor’s Note: The following post is by TDV contributor, Tyler Yasaka]
As my freshman year of college came to a close, I began to keep a close eye on the project of Galt’s Gulch Chile. A growing frustration was brewing in me. You would think having completed 50 credit hours by the end of freshman year with a 4.0 GPA and being paid to attend school would be enough to make any intellectual, or even non-intellectual, person happy. I am the former, yet I was not satisfied.
So I decided to just go visit Galt’s Gulch. I had the money, and I had the time during summer break. It was time for me to go on an adventure.
As it turns out, just getting down there was an adventure in and of itself. I had a 24-hour layover in Lima, Peru, so I decided to venture out of the airport into a rather rundown part of the city. I was keeping up with my whereabouts so that I knew how to get back. Some locals eventually got concerned though, and had a policeman escort me to where I needed to be. Of course, he ended up getting me lost. Thankfully though, a man showed me the way back in exchange for a tip, which I was happy to pay.
After a long trip, I finally arrived in Chile. I spent the first day getting settled in, and the next day I met up with one of the Galt’s Gulch team members, who showed me and one of the new team members the Gulch itself. I took many pictures, which can give you a glimpse of its pristine beauty. I enjoyed getting to see the clubhouse, climbing to the top of the "football tower" overlooking the Gulch, and eating delicious oranges straight from the trees in the orchard.
I had a great time in Chile. I got to spend a couple nights in Viña del Mar and Valparaiso, cities along the beach just a couple hours from the Gulch.
I felt so free, being out of the American empire and its lies. For once, I didn’t see soldier-like cops driving fancy cruisers everywhere. For once, the TV’s were not tuned to the disgusting propaganda channels that the people in the US just can’t seem to get enough of. Chile has its own government too, I realize. But at least the Chilean government hasn't completely infiltrated every aspect of the people's lives.
To top off this amazing journey, I actually landed a job in Chile. It was there, ready for me to take it. I could be done with my frustrating life in America. I could start fresh here. And I enthusiastically decided to take it.
But then I had to tell my family and friends back home. I let them know of my decision. I knew they might be a little shocked that I was actually going to stay in this “dangerous” country, but I thought they would be happy that I’d finally found a place I was happy. Well, they were anything but happy.
They insisted that I would be deeply hurting them by leaving. At first I thought they were bluffing, but as they kept it up I began to get sincerely concerned that I was doing them wrong. Perhaps I’m just too soft like that, but I couldn’t take it. Reluctantly, I decided to take my return flight back to the States.
From the moment I landed back in the United States, I remembered why I had been so desperate to leave. At my first encounter with the TSA in Houston, I was harassed like a slave. Here’s how the interaction went:
TSA Agent: Where did you come from?
Me: Uh, Chile.
TSA Agent: Hey! Listen to me! You must pay attention to my question!
Me: Wut?
TSA Agent: See! That is what I mean.
Me: *raises eyebrows*
TSA Agent: I'll ask you one more time. Where did you come from?
Me: I told you, Chile.
TSA Agent: We do not have flights from Chile.
Me: Oh, well I flew through Bogota.
TSA Agent: You must pay attention to my question!
Me: You should ask a more specific question if you want a more specific answer.
TSA Agent: You should pay more attention!
Me: I don't appreciate the tone of voice you are using with me.
TSA Agent: Where do you go to school?
Me: University of North Alabama.
TSA Agent: Is this where you get your attitude, Tyler? Do you talk to your professors this way?
Me: I have great respect for my professors. I do not, however, have respect for someone who is detaining me as an innocent person trying to get home.
TSA Agent: Oh, you think I am detaining you? No, I am not detaining you. If I were detaining you, we would be in a room upstairs and I would be interrogating you.
Me: You are not letting me continue to my flight.
TSA Agent: Oh! You think because you are a US citizen, you can just travel wherever you want? No! You can only travel if I clear you.
The TSA agent proceeded to harass me for 30 minutes, asking me irrelevant personal questions, giving me advice on how to forget my horrible past which I am apparently so distraught over (probably what he was struggling with), scatter my stuff all over, rip open my mother's sealed gift, and steal my boarding pass for my next flight.
So once the fall semester got started back home in Alabama, I decided to quit college. I simply couldn’t take the absurdity of it after having seen the relative freedom and beauty of Galt’s Gulch Chile. I made a video of why I quit here:
Now, after an incident with the local police that started with not wearing a seatbelt, I am currently out of jail on a $3000 bond. I’ll face either jail time or a massive fine after my court date next month.
Ah, no place like home. Sweet home Alabama. America, land of the free and home of the brave.
No place like home.
[Editor’s Note: Tyler can’t divulge the details of his encounter with the police until after it has gone to trial. We’ll be sure to post that update as soon as it is legally available to us.]
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Tyler Yasaka is a young rebel who grew up in the Heart of the South: Alabama. Tyler was homeschooled from kindergarten through 12th grade. Upon turning 18, Tyler began looking into politics and discovered that things were not what they seemed. He graduated at the top of his 10-student homeschool class, and gave a valedictorian speech titled, "The Role of Government." Tyler then began attending The University of North Alabama on a full scholarship. But after one year, he became fed up with the system and quit. Since then, Tyler has dedicated his life to combating the pervasive deception enslaving mankind known as "government." He has developed his own website VoluntaryAnarchy.com, to help him on his quest to liberate the minds of the people.
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My first reaction to Tyler's article was to yell, "Amen, brother!" There is nothing like crossing the US border after a stint in the unbelievably freer Latin America to make you realize how incredibly far gone into obnoxious police statism the US has slid and continues to slide.
Now they are officially forcing people to pay even more into their failing collectivism with Obamacare…on top of Ponzi Security, Medicare and Medicaid…while FACTA promises to rifle through accounts of any US slaves in other countries.
If you haven't already begun making arrangements to get clear of this tragic mess, start now. Get another citizenship and passport ready for when you will have to renounce your US citizenship to cut your connections with that out-of-control monstrosity. Find a freer, safer place with like-minded individuals. Don't delay. The time to act is growing short.
Regards,
Gary Gibson
Editor, The Dollar Vigilante
P.S. The coastal region of Chile is lovely this time of year. Spring has taken firm hold these past couple of days. There's no better time to come see Galt's Gulch yourself and explore the area. Click here to learn more.
