The divorce proceedings having been completed, with an overlying sense of finality behind them, I left my parents’ house in Fargo while they were still in bed. It was definitely for the best. They had never accepted my shift to the political left, nor had they condoned the people, books and issues that I had eagerly embraced as my own. Which was why I had finally resorted to the divorce. It was now simply a matter of finding a new home base- as far away as the $800 I had saved up would take me by bus. Fortunately, I had already had a decision made for me. The night before, I had received a promising message on my private Twitter account. It said: HAVE BEEN OBSERVING YOU ON TELEVISION. WANT YOU TO WORK FOR US AT GOOD SALARY. COME TO WINNIPEG IMMEDIATELY.
An excerpt from David Perlmutter's Y.I.P. - Youth Independence Party. Join Matilda in her journey deep into the Great Plains to an underground group fighting for high IQ kids to gain emancipation from their parents.
