by Glenn Fairman 11/9/16
To take a bit of gloss off the evening, California will continue to sink into the 3rd world mire it has destined for itself. It will demand background checks to purchase ammunition, and tax its smokers and wealthy ad infinitum, yet it will legalize recreational pot. Remember this as your taxes rise for bonds and your children are immersed in a Spanish based curriculum. But at least you can feel satisfied with carting around your own grocery bags as a salve to your conscience.
Silly Californians had best begin their pilgrimage to the pot dispensaries as soon as possible. Having traded the labor of their forefathers for a diet of kale, sodomy, cheap (but ultimately ruinous) Mexican labor, and an unsustainable public employee system, The Golden State looks increasingly like iron pyrite.
A people who have forgotten the first things of the abundant life will find that intoxicating images and substances are the only antidote for reality that will power them through their grey days of serfdom. California is 1000 miles long and half an inch deep. When the party’s over and the check is due, the rigged system will collapse like a Jenga tower and there will be no one left to maleducate your children or to blow smoke up your parched and sundrenched asses. So roll one for the road, because the night draweth near, and morning is a furtive tear in a dead man’s eye.
Glenn Fairman returns from the wilderness and writes from Highland, Ca.
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