When I grew up in Los Angeles, the news was nothing but the Manson Family, Patty Hearst and the Symbionese Liberation Army, The Zodiac Killer, The Hillside Strangler(s), The Freeway Killer(s), Black Panthers, and Chowchilla.
The 1970s was nothing but freaks and weirdos, lunatics and perverts, bloody ghastly murder cults, and all the adults blissfully on drugs --- all with the inept boob Jimmy Carter in the White House and space cadet Jerry Brown in the CA governor's mansion adding liberal-assed screwballs to his cabinet that he's only met briefly in organic markets and phony Navajo sweat lodges in Petaluma run by a fake 'Indian shaman' from Brooklyn named Marty Goldfarb. The creepy dangerous idiocy was non-stop.
When Reagan came, the changes to California happened almost overnight. Californians had enough of the 1970s and resolved to beat the creepy liberals bloody and chase them away with torches and pitchforks.
NOW look.
Those kids are now adults, and some should consider paying this vermin a little visit.