This part is not the dream. This is real. Seriously.
While Independence is very much a dream at this point, the proposed city-theme park hybrid would bring several of Glenn’s seemingly disconnected projects into one place. Media, live events, small business stores, educational projects, charity, entertainment, news, information, and technology R&D – all of these things would have a home in Independence. With the rest of the country and the world going away from the values of freedom, responsibility and truth, Independence would be a place built on the very foundation of those principles. A retreat from the world where entrepreneurs, artists, and creators could come to put their ideas to work. A place for families to bring their children to be inspired.
If you have twenty minutes to spare, you should watch the videos. I know, I know, you don’t want to go to his site and support him. But most of the ads are for his own products anyway (like a $130 pair of jeans — did you know he does apparel now?) or gold and it’s worth it to see the presentation that is a reconstructed zombie version of Walt’s “Disneyland” presentations. I bet he did some “whippets” to warm up for this filming.
If you play World of Warcraft, go to Domination Point in Krasarang and let that music play behind the videos. It makes them 100x more funny.
This is where the dream starts.
In my dream, Glenn didn’t want to have to pay the taxes associated with building this monstrosity here in the USA so he built in Peru. And we moved there. (Charlie was apparently the smartest one of all and chose not to be featured in the dream.)
Because life in Independence is what you make of it, we were all assigned entry level jobs and expected to rise through the ranks due to hard work. WM was a teacher. The dogs worked on a farm. They had little saddlebags on them. Very cute. And I was a tour guide, leading visitors on kayaks around the complex.
Except the complex was just a bunch of tents because it was up to us to pull ourselves up by our bootstraps and build it.
Eventually a revolt broke out because all we ate was baked oatmeal. Because it was all we could grow on the farm and we hadn’t yet built the infrastructure that would allow us to import other foods. Glenn, via satellite, told us we’d have to work harder. However, with only baked oatmeal to eat, there weren’t enough visitors to grow the tourism industry, and not enough residents to make the schools larger.
And then I woke up in the comfort of my dee-luxe apartment in the sky. Phew!
Today’s high temp in Philadelphia: 24 with Arctic winds.
Today’s high temp in Cusco, Peru: 45 and rainy.