I will wait indefinitely until the empire collapses and then I'll be here to build bigger, better, and more badass than ever before.

Either me, or one of my descendants, will be around.

At this point the issuance of a green-card is merely a formality, for I have stuck onto the country like a piece of gum in hair, like a tick on a dog, like an F on a failure, like a shadow on a hotdog, like failure on trump, like baldness on miller.

I looked online and there is no measurement for how sticky something is, so we can just say, if there were a maximum sticky factor, then I would rank +1 above that.

That is how tight, how ride or die I am for this nation.

However, let us be clear, if a better opportunity presents itself outside, I cannot say it wont be tempting to look.

Pictured DogJuiceMan in 2030, after WW3: