When I mentioned above that I’m sick of writing about politics, I should have mentioned that chief among these are articles describing how California has fucked up and how terrible things are going to be.
Yawn.
Even articles by brilliant writers (Jennifer Hernandez, Victor Davis Hanson, Heather Mac Donald etc.) get short shrift from me when the topic is Fucked-Up California.
We all know how the Golden Shower State is in thrall to Lefties, race hustlers, criminal apologists and other such filth. We all know that California’s heading down the tubes to such a degree that The Big One is more likely to be a blessed relief than a catastrophe. And we all know that Californian cities have become dystopian pits, drowning in shit, needles, crime and rampant homelessness, almost all of which can be ascribed to their insane laws and regulations. It’s all going to crash and burn, and California will end up worse off than New Mexico, and become America’s Greatest African Paradise.
And I, for one, no longer care enough to write about it.