America-hating Democrats.
When I was a child, my family lived in California for six months. In Santa Monica.
I never forgot it, how it felt, the dry warmth, the beautiful sun, the lovely streets, and palm trees, my beautiful school (Mar Vista Elementary School).
Growing up in the northeast, I always hoped and expected to go back to California one day, to make it my home, to explore high technology there and build a company, to learn to fly a plane, to scuba dive... all the fun and exciting things I saw people doing and heard about people doing during the brief time I had to experience California in the early 1960s.
Now, as far as I can see, it's all gone. It has been completely destroyed, and my childhood dream will never happen. I'm building my high tech company in the state I grew up in, cold and often cloudy, but far from the madness I've heard Victor Davis Hanson talk about.
VDH owns a large property in the Central Valley, and he talked about how he catches non-English speaking people dumping drums of toxic waste on his land; he has to patrol his own property to stay even with the problem.
I'm beyond heartbroken about it. I can't even express how I feel. As a child, I saw houses being built in the hills north of Santa Monica, where my dad would drive us to sight-see on a Saturday. I thought for sure I would live in one of those houses one day, or even build one of my own. It was like a little promise I made to myself, to return and not have to leave.