Like the Old Testament Pharaoh, the Golden State’s silicon newer versions of Ramses and his posse are content to ride out their self-inflicted Apocalypse in the places that high tech and Hollywood built while the state’s worker (and not worker) bees deal with a new top ten list of home-roosting chicken plagues.
Blackouts, typhus, poop, an army of homeless, wildfires, contaminated syringes, garbage, rats, fleas, and Progressive government — these are the Plagues of California.
They say that Everything Begins in California – which is distressing, since if that hoary old saw is still correct it means AOC might be half right about the 12 year doomsday clock for all the wrong reasons.
I suppose I should care about the rats in LA and the pooped streets of San Francisco but my empathy-o-meter for the denizens of The Bear Flag Republic is kinda zeroed out and has been for a while.
As for the plague of plagues currently consuming the Californicated, I can’t wait for that remake of The Ten Commandments as a reality show…