Stories Of People Leaving The Golden State Becoming More Frequent
It’s a trend I’ve read about quite frequently lately, not a story in the LA Times or San Fran Chronicle….nope, just normal people on Facebook or their own blogs writing about leaving California.
Please humor me while I tell you what that looks like from ground zero.
As I wait for my morning coffee to brew, I can see the more industrious homeless pushing or pulling their junk carts from under the overpass where they spent the night. During the day, these guys will scoop up anything of value that is not nailed down. Others that I can see have their signs and will go panhandle where the tourists must exit the freeway.
Once my coffee is brewed, my cat and I go hang out on the patio where I may or may not have to chase someone away that is stealing electricity as for some crazy reason all the homeless have smart phones and other electric gadgets but few means to charge them. From my patio on the 2ndfloor landing, I can look down into the central courtyard and, if early enough in the day, sometimes see people crawling out of the bushes so as to relieve themselves against a wall.
If I would have seen somebody crawling out of the bushes and pissing on my home they would have been ushered out quickly with a very large dog and an angry man with a baseball bat.
Let us talk about the authorities for a moment. What exactly are they doing to help? First, they threw open the borders and created sanctuary cities so that people that do not belong here can not be molested by law enforcement. Next, they decriminalized camping in public. People camping in public need something to do to while away the hours so they decriminalized drugs even going so far as to give away free needles. If that were not enough, they decriminalized theft up to $950 per day. This way any homeless person can walk into any business and brazenly steal whatever they wish without any fear of being sent to jail.
Finally, they’ve arranged things such that the police will no longer respond to 911 calls pertaining to vandalism or burglary. You can watch from your bedroom window as a homeless person smashes your car windshield with a rock so as to ransack your car and if you call 911 it will be YOU that is in trouble for tying up their emergency line as someone vandalizing and robbing your car is a non-emergency and not worthy of any kind of response. Isn’t that wonderful?
Obviously a property owners effort to confront a homeless person is not wise move in California….who knew?
I’m afraid that the one thing I will be carrying with me out of California is a numbness to human suffering. I am very worried that I will not be able to leave that numbness behind but only time will tell. I do understand that the numbness is a defense mechanism that helps me deal with the reality of Southern California. After all, you have to be numb to watch a 70+ year old woman that looks like your grandma defecating by the recycling bin. You have to be numb in order to casually step over someone passed out on the sidewalk. You have to be numb to walk past the once attractive woman that is now toothless and having a loud argument with a tree. You have to be numb to pop on Netflix while knowing that just a few hundred yards away is a homeless encampment in the dry river bottom that has hundreds of men and women sleeping in the tangles near the salt marsh. I have become comfortably numb. I didn’t before but I now 100% understand what that means.
In a few short days I will take the Ventura Highway out of town and out of California. On a positive note, my $3200 a month artist loft (parking and utilities not included) is now available to rent. What a deal, huh?
Pretty damn sad.







