Being old and disabled in the new world order

The plan was and still is to move as far away from America as possible if either one of the two puppets wins. I will not survive either one if I stay here and am already down to eating once every two days just to get by, living in the heat and the dark to save the little I get from disability. New Zealand would be nice. It's not fair that I have to start all over again at the tender age of 55, but I have no control over that and the other side of the world is a geographic shady spot.

Let them rule an empty, poisoned land. This isn't America anymore.