I had a convo with my pal K, who I thought was Australian, about our options if things get really bad in the US.

Me: Hey, at least you and I have other countries to head to if things go really sideways.

K: I mean, I don’t really. I could go to aus on a tourist visa but couldn’t move there. I’m not a citizen

Me: Can you try to get citizenship through ancestry? I know some European countries have that

K: I can’t anymore. They changed their rules and regs. My brother got in when they were less strict.

Me: Whew! For a moment, I thought you’d defrauded me this whole time and engaged in Aussie stolen valor!

K: My dad was American when I was born. For me to get citizenship via descendant, he needed to be an aus citizen when I popped out.

Me: Gotcha. Man. Well, let me know if the McSavages need refuge in the Eastern lands. We can smuggle you over the Bangladeshi border in a jute truck.

K: Hahaha thank you so much

Me: He’ll have to wear a turban and you’ll be in a burqa. But those are logistics we can work out later.

K: Hahaha that’s fine it will help prevent sunburn