Just spent a couple of weeks there visiting friends and family. They are great people. The state has some wonderful assets. There are other nice people there. It made me crazy and uncomfortable.
The boiling pot of frogs analogy comes to mind. They don’t feel the water boiling them all to death. They have been immersed in it. They may get out or they may die in it.
It is small and large. You go to the drug store to get toiletries while you are traveling. You get a prescription and eight other items. No paper bag. No plastic bags. “This is Santa Cruz, we don’t use bags — you need to bring your own.” Bring my own? I live 700 miles away. What do I do, drop all this shit in the parking lot while opening my car door? ASSHOLES.
You find out that a community has bankrupted itself doing some sabotage to someone over no-growth issues or wasted 300 million on pensions for city workers that have moved away. WHAT STUPIDITY.
There are ten million more instances that can be detailed.
Yeah, yeah, I see the pretty beach. Grow up Californians (not you AnotherUnixGeek) you have let the idiots run the farm.
Bingo!