That's a valid point wdg3rd. The article was written in reguards to the relationship of the U. S. tax codes and not primarily yours and mine primary complaint being the disintergration of individual rights in this country. However these are interesting numbers and I thought for the purposes of this discussion on how many people would like to immigrate to the Confederacy the people on this site might like to see these numbers. 
Having said that let me add that there are a number of countries in the world where a person would have more freedom, Belize, Panama, Chile and Costa Rica come to mind.
Problem for me with those "our world" countries is that the only Espanol I recall from growing up in a half-Mexican suburb of Los Angeles is when I drop a brick on my foot. In those days most of the kids of Mex ancestry (mind you, some of their families had been there close to two centuries, my father's family got there in 1936) were being pushed by their parents into assimilation, most were not allowed to speak Spanish outside of the home. So as a kid I learned only the wrong words (since those kids occasionally dropped bricks on their feet or had other stressful moments). That and I developed a mental block against the language during junior high (Reginald M. Benton [who the f u c k ever he was] Intermediate School in the Norwalk-La Mirada Unified School District) because during each of 7th and 8th grades we were required to have one(1) semester of science and one(1) semester of Spanish. Two of either per year was not in the schedule, since the second semester science class was a repeat of the first for those who'd taken Spanish during the previous. I'd been into math and science since Mrs. Reilly stopped me from flunking arithmetic in 3rd grade by giving me a glimpse into the real thing it might lead to (I'm still a math geek, but it's mostly self taught). If I had to have both, let it be parallel, not serial. And Spanish was the only choice (where my "assimilated" classmates had a serious advantage in the curve).
I can read short-word Spanish. Can't speak it aside from short (polite and impolite) phrases and at my age I don't have the spare time to start again. I'll live and die in the middle section of North America, though closer to the Quebec border than the distance from where I was born to Baja California). And while I can't speak much more French than Spanish, I can read it adequately, though I mostly know the language from the Dumas books, which took much work with a Larousse and my friend and high school French teacher (the late Scott Colbath) to plough through. (Don't get any notions -- Scott and I were no more than friends and the only two [that I knew of] science fiction readers [there were some Trekkies] at Laconia HS -- I was saddened to find his obit when I was trying to find contact info before my first PorcFest -- in 30 years I'd figured out some of the references in some Poul Anderson stuff and other books we'd swapped).
My father's family has been in the US since the 1850s (and went straight back into coal mines in Pennsylvania and Western Virginia like those they'd left behind in Wales). My mother's family was here long before the US (starting with the second boat to Massachusetts). I will leave only with my geography. G-D willing, it will be California that leaves first. It would distract DC from the smaller issue of New Hampshire seceding. (Hey, I have no family and few friends left in California -- my ex and her kin don't answer emails, SEK3 is dead).
