Ellen DeGeneres, America’s former darling of daytime television, has packed up her track suits and Birkenstocks and waved a not-so-fond farewell to the land of the free. The multi-millionaire and spouse, Portia de Rossi, have swapped Hollywood glitz for the Cotswolds’ calm, that oh-so-quaint corner of England. Now, Ellen and Portia claim it’s all about escaping some unfavorable political winds blowing from Washington. But of course, her move has nothing to do with green cards but more about green fields—and maybe a touch of green envy for all things English. After all, when you’re worth hundreds of millions, it’s easy to fall in love with anywhere that’s just “better.”

Now, I don’t know about you, but Ellen’s relocation smacks of something more than her distaste for political discourse. It’s telling that she’s found solace in a country known for its tea and castle-dotted landscape, and not perhaps a more diverse locale like, say, Haiti. It’s almost like she’s dodging some more significant, shall we say, complications that coincided conveniently with this cross-continental hop. Apparently, Ellen got tired of the view from her Pacific Palisades mansion, which she recently sold for a jaw-dropping sum, and longed for that “simpler way of life” amidst rolling hills and polite neighbors. A life where she and Portia can boat without men, that is, until their boat gets stuck.

Let’s not mistake Ellen’s move as some grand gesture for change—it’s more akin to a celebrity attempt at a countryside chic retreat. She’s loving her new, exotic existence: flying her horses overseas, taking snapshots of idyllic village landscapes, and tackling farm chores with all the grace one might expect from a talk show host more accustomed to the studio stage. Social media posts now capture Ellen frolicking around in her temporary rural paradise, where she’s quickly learning the hard way that tractors have minds of their own, and rivers don’t need no man unless you’re stuck, in which case they very much do.

But, you know, Ellen’s escape might just be America’s gain. With less Hollywood money funneled into campaigns championing far-left causes and fewer celebrities preaching down their noses at middle America, perhaps there’s a silver lining here. If leaving means the privileged elite give up on their failed attempts at cultural domination, then maybe it’s time Hollywood liberals start buying one-way tickets. Ellen’s adventure can serve as a map for her like-minded peers: pack up and watch America thrive in their absence.

So while Ellen DeGeneres briefly settled into her green pastures, far from the turmoil she claims to escape, let’s say our sarcastic thank-yous. If a self-imposed exile by the famous and self-righteous means fewer misguided millionaires in America, well, who are we to complain? Bon Voyage, Ellen, and don’t look back. We’ll find our way without the Hollywood lecture circuit.