MWarketplace

6 months in Cayman today. It doesn't get old. People ask me what it's like living here. It's hard to describe. It's like living in a bubble. It's like living in the 80s. Things are normal. There's no propaganda. The world feels a million miles away. I pay no attention to riots in France, or new (Draconian) statutes in Parliament. None of that matters here. When I drive there's no AI traffic cop trying to catch me speeding or texting. When I buy assets or earn money I don't have to report it. Nobody's waiting to take their cut. It's all mine. It's hot all the time and the beaches are beautiful. There's no DEI. No Welcome to Country. If I want to, I can spend the weekend in Miami or Austin or Panama City. I feel calm and free. And this is how it should be. We shouldn't be cramped in these hyper-regulated, over populated cities. The Big Western Countries give everyone mental illness. Everyone's glued to their feed trying to keep track of the outrage being spewed from both sides of the corridor. There's a wedge being driven between families and friends in the eternal power struggle over the vast government coffers. All your attention is sucked dry by this satanic mecha creature. This is what's standing between you and self-actualisation. It's good.