Apparently, this leaving California thing is catching on. Last one out, turn out the lights. Thanks to reader John Vecchione for the link.

No, seriously, he really did. Via Drudge.

From Patterico commenter Wesson, regarding drunk driver/killer/probable illegal alien Domingo Esqueda:

Perhaps the guy was out looking for those jobs Americans won’t do, while drinking the booze Americans won’t drink, driving a car some American wasn’t using at the time, mostly on lanes not being used by Americans, sending the officer to an Emergency Room Americans aren’t using.

Diana “Bla Bla Bla” Abdala seems to think so.

What he said.

UPDATE: Smash puts it nicely: “If Americans can’t learn the difference between Dubai and Damascus, we don’t stand a snowball’s chance in the desert of defeating Islamic terrorism.”

OK, time to come clean. As some of you already knew and others figured out, all that talk about a cross-country road trip was technically true, as was the statement that I didn’t expect to be home until early March, but it was a tad misleading. It was a one-way road trip, and the home I intend to occupy in early March is not the one I left last week, but a brand-spanking new one out east. My understanding of the state of domicile rules is that your domicile changes the instant you enter the target state with the intent to remain there indefinitely. If so, I became a Virginia resident at 7:37 a.m. EST today. However, I do not have a Virginia ID yet, and don’t expect to until some time after I start my new job, so I guess you could call me an undocumented worker. Just don’t call me illegal, dammit; I’m not.

Generally, the answer is no. More specifically:

• No, I don’t have family in this state, but Mrs. X and I both have family scattered up and down the not-completely-left coast.
• No, I don’t have to take the Virginia bar, nor do I expect to do so anytime soon.
• No, I don’t completely rule that possibility out, either.
• No, my new house does not sit on a four-acre lot, only three. Neener.
• No, I didn’t get a transfer; this is a new job with a new company.
• No, I’m not going to tell you who that company is or what they do.
• No, I won’t blog about any topic germane to that company or any industry it is involved in, so there is no good reason for you to want to know who they are.
• No. Just …. no.

Didn’t quite make it to the coast, but it’s an easy two-hour drive from here. I’m holed up in Henrico County, VA in the greater Richmond area. The weather is lovely, a bit warmer than Knoxville and a hell of a lot nicer than NM or IL was. The sales tax rate seems rather low, compared to what I’m used to. Property taxes are reasonable, except in Richmond proper, where they’re a tad high at about 1.4%. The waiting period on a firearm is about as long as the line leading up to the cash register. This is so much better than Kalifornia; maybe I should just cut that road trip short and stay put.

Today was Indiucky and Tennessee. Kentucky seemed eager to confirm every imaginable stereotype about the state, from a huge picture of Col. Sanders in Lou-ville, to a hand-written warning on a gas pump that motorists are tracked by a “servalence” camera, to a fancy, carefully made billboard announcing a Super 8 motel at the next “eixt.” Now I’m killing a little time in Knoxville, TN, where it’s above freezing, before I finally pay off an old gambling debt.

Long-time Nazi apologist David Irving has been sentenced to three years’ imprisonment for denying the Holocaust, despite his subsequent admission that the Holocaust really did happen after all. It sure is nice to know that Austria, like its neighbor to the north, loves tolerance and democracy so much it throws people in prison for not appreciating them enough.

Here’s a question for all you lawbloggers who aren’t me. Does Godwin’s Law apply when a religion-of-peacenik brings up Hitler to support his own side of the argument?

Hat tip: Dafydd.