They came for us with tanks and guns. We stood our ground—the old and young. All our troops had mustered round our Capital--Sacramento town. A New Republic, we’d declared, and its defense, among all would be shared. With the Bear Flag flying high we all came to fight and die. Young men in their combat boots repelled the dictator’s first wave of troops. Civilians came from South and North to resist the fascist ruler’s force. From Frisco and from San Jose, from San Diego and L.A., from Calistoga and Marin, thousands had come pouring in. Then US bombers burned the city, for the orange Fuhrer had no pity. They won the battle, but we all know from history, how these things go. An occupation cannot last against a people whose strength holds fast. The tyrant’s troops will tire, while we will fight on, until we’re free.
It's inevitable. We aren't all the same country anymore. A country of 300 million cannot be a democracy. California has more than 30 million people and can grow its own food. Why would they stay?