And then what? You toadies in SF and LA are the dystopian tail which has wagged the Great State of California way too long.
I consider myself a San Franciscan but been gone now most of my life, and I would consider that a favor. I would then once more feel safe and comfortable visiting the place a few times a year, entirely for the nostalgic value.
I stopped doing that a couple of decades ago. Rather than pleasure at the memories, it had become a depressing exercise.
The only thing that forces me to go there now is to accompany friends and relatives from foreign countries/continents to see the San Francisco I remember; what's left of it.
Perversion and filth of all kinds are not really conducive to a happy experience.
And SF shows no signs of returning to that very special enjoyable place, like the one that lives now only in my memories.
Sorry “we” are such a disappointment to you.