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Hey Rebel,
I’ll level with you:
Not sure what I’m saying today.
Too many tabs open — in my browser, my brain, and the legal books breeding on my desk. Food security. Legal loopholes. PMAs. Barter threads. Off-grid chicken memes.
And every time I try to focus, another part of The System lights itself on fire.
But here’s what I do know:
— Growing your own food still matters.
— Building like-minded community still matters.
— Dropping out of the legal fiction still matters.
— Laughing at overlords?
That might matter most.
I suppose...
This tinfoil-wrapped dispatch is just your irregular reminder that exit isn’t a straight line — it’s a patchwork of crumpled maps, stained in tinfoil tea, and strange detours.
Some days you dig deep.
Other days you just mutter “I’m done,” kill the Wi-Fi, and go plant potatoes like it’s an act of war.
Both count.
So no, I don’t have a perfect point today.
But maybe this is it:
Keep moving.
Even if you’re unsure.
Even if your only clarity is what NOT to do.
And especially if your plan is 14% potatoes — and 86% figuring it out as you go.
Now, if you’ll excuse me...
I’ve got documents to shred...
And dinner to grow...
As always, Rebel — keep your hands dirty and your exits open.
Now let's keep moving,
Paul (Private) 🕇
Minister of Muddled Exit Plans
TheExitLetter.com
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P.S.
Should this tinfoil transmission fall into the wrong hands, kindly explain that it’s merely part of an elaborate potato salad recipe (and be sure to recite the conveniently attached Officially Unofficial Legal Notice found below).
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Consider this your unofficial order:
Scatter this letter like potato sprouts. Inbox, socials, the break room fridge — anywhere.
