This one goes out in particular to every local in Hawaii that sneered at me or tried to screw me over while I was handing over my disgusting mainlandbux; or that put on a bedsheet and staged their little dog-and-pony show on the Nth anniversary of the best thing that ever happened to them: the annexation by the US. That includes you, the pudgy mostly-Filipino asshole with a stick that passes for a spear that stood in front of the Kamehameha statue and thought he can intimidate me. Maybe the lean times will help you a bit with that macadamia nut paunch.

I hope you bastards enjoy the preview of what exactly your "independence" would bring you. I hope you eat and drink richly of the ideas that you spouted out loud or muttered under your breath while the world was normal. You were happy to take my money. In fact, you'd be the happiest if I just saved myself the trouble of traveling and just sent over the cost of the entire vacation to you, wouldn'tcha, you lazy pieces of shit.

I haven't met a single local in Hawaii that wasn't a lazy piece of shit. The entire island is held together and funded by the tireless work of the Filipinos that come over to make money by working for it; the locals are happy to lounge on the beach, smoke pot, harass the tourists for handouts and suck on the teat of the state. They bitch endlessly about the White man coming over to their precious islands, but they cannot be arsed to make use of acres of the arable land that sits unused because some assholes killed some other assholes hundreds of years ago there, or some asshole said that the land was sacred to an imaginary friend of theirs that they saw in some drugged-up dream.

I'd say good luck, but I don't wish you good luck. I'll give it a couple years so that those of you who don't starve fuck off to work a minimum wage job on the mainland, because that's all you're good for. And then maybe I'll buy myself a house on your island. It'll be dirt cheap by then.