Not for lack of wanting to.
Back in the 70’s, some of my libertarian (small L) brethren and I mused about what it would take. And, what living off the grid meant for us. It did not mean creating some faceless corporation with innocuous fictional officers to purchase a plot of land in the middle of nowhere and moving there with a solar-powered trailer adjacent to a spring.
And with enough ammunition, fishing line and traps to get indigenous game for the rest of our natural lives.
(I’ve blogger friends who have accomplished something close!)
It meant having the option of leaving less of a trail. Driver’s licenses and credit cards mailed to private post office boxes. Passports in fictional identities. Sufficient amounts of cash and gold to fund our meager lives.
With less government interference or surveillance.
Of course, doing all this was a pipe dream for those of us young punks with minimum-wage incomes. Little did we know that BIGGOV would be in our future to such a degree that getting the gov’t-approved documentation would become much more difficult, expensive and illegal in the ensuing years! There was a time if there was no criminal intent, there was no crime. And, if so, it might become a misdemeanor.
Now, it’s a felony, intent regardless.
And we didn’t anticipate The Internet. Or drones. Or cellular telephones.
And, not only am I back to a meager income, but, it’s overseen by the government, due to my disability!
And now much of our movement and travel is monitored, as are financial transactions and Internet activity and Email.
I cannot afford to move to Costa Rica, or San Marino. And I don’t speak their indigenous languages.
Hell, I can’t afford to move 10 blocks…they speak Spanish there, too!
Yep, a pipe dream…