I picture checkpoints on every road out of Oroville. Orovillian on her way to work comes to checkpoint, “paper’s please”. Orovillian says “here’s my California driver’s license”. Custom agent “I’m sorry this is no longer valid, Oroville is no longer part of California you’ll need a passport”. Ororvillian “oh ok here is my US passport”. Custom’s agent “Sorry this is not valid you are no longer a US citizen, you are an Orovillian, and your country is not recognized by the state of California or the United States government”. Custom Agent, raises gun and tells the Orovillian “turn your car around go back to Oroville”.
Orovillian as she turns the car around notices the electric company disconnecting the phone, cable, and electric lines going into Oroville. She thinks at least we have our Orovillian freedom and have been Mask and vaccination free since twenty-one. Orovillian calls home and tells her partner “Unfortunately I’m not feeling too well and there is no way out now. I know Grandma died and Granpa’s on a vent, but at least I am vacine free and I can kind of breath without a mask, when I’m not coughing. It would have been nice to go to the hospital one town over, where the earth ain’t flat and the electricity is still running but that is not a possibility when you are an Orovillian.” So it goes.
