It may be a progressive fantasy, but it has already cost billions of dollars and poured tons of concrete and seized property all over California.
Every day you drive through the Central Valley you see another overpass going up.
It is hideous. It is a total boondoggle. No one will ride it.
But it is happening.
I met a traveler from an antique land,
Who said— “Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert... Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal, these words appear:
My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.”
--Percy Shelley
Whenever I drive in California I’ll usually end up on bouncing down Rt. 99, careening on and off those tight 60s off ramps, admiring the overpasses to nowhere monuments to the California leftist gods.