A Farewell to the People's Democratic Latino Republic of Kalifornia
By Forrest Mize 01/03/2013
Kalifornia is a dying state, slowly strangled by decades of liberal lawmakers, environmental extremists, public union thugs and Third World immigrants. I had to get my family out before the state implodes, which will happen sooner or later. I expect mayhem in the streets like you see in Greece or Egypt when the state runs out of money.
The other thing that made the decision easy was the lack of freedom. A vast army of unelected bureaucrats controls every aspect of your life in KA. I once co-owned a piece of property in downtown Ventura, where we planned to build 22 ocean-view condos. After seven years of official stall tactics by the City Council, Design Review Committee, Historical Preservation Society, Coastal Commission and Chumash Indian Tribe, we finally gave up and let the bank have the land back. Two families lost everything in that deal. It is still a patch of weeds today when it could be generating huge tax revenues for the city.
In Kalifornia, we lived in fear of the all-powerful government. A traffic camera might send me a $600 ticket that I could not contest. I might be imprisoned for having a 12-round magazine in my pistol or a scary-to-Dianne-Feinstein “assault rifle”-style grip on my long gun. I might have game wardens do a no-warrant search on my home to DNA-test the meat in my freezer. Having a hunting license is probable cause to violate the Constitution in Kalifornia. Code enforcement might come to check that I didn’t remodel my bathroom without a building permit. Those are just a few examples.
Idaho people take care of the environment on their own, without it becoming a statewide fetish as it is in Kalifornia. It is way cleaner and healthier here without enviro-activists killing jobs and raising the cost of everything with their frivolous lawsuits. I never have to worry about Robert Kennedy’s Waterkeeper Alliance suing my city for discharging treated water into the Santa Clara River and having my cowardly city leaders settle for $50 million. Ventura citizens will be paying that tab for the next 30 years. I pay nothing for my water because it comes out of a crystal-clear well on my property.
Here in Idaho, I am 100 percent free of the lowlife criminal Mexicans that roam free in Ventura. Mexicans burglarized my house. My truck was totaled and I was nearly killed by a drunken illegal alien. I caught one trying to steal my truck too. I refused to go in that filthy combat zone known as Walmart in Oxnard, but here Walmarts are clean, organized and staffed by friendly, English-speaking Americans.
In Idaho, it is possible to go into a public restroom and expect it to be clean and not have gang graffiti scratched into every possible surface. The roadways are not littered with dirty diapers and beer bottles. In fact, I never see any litter. You can drive all day and never see a fence, bridge or wall vandalized by idiotic gang tags. I don’t spend my days stuck in traffic on a four-lane freeway. Gas costs $3.16 per gallon.
My property tax in Ventura was $368 per month (necessary to pay the pensions of millionaire retired cops and firemen). Here my property tax is $15.80 per month and my lot is bigger than my whole neighborhood in Ventura. My car insurance went down $866 per year when I moved out of KA. When I asked the customer service rep why, she said that “I am 100 times more likely to get in an accident with an uninsured driver in KA than in Idaho.”
So who was the big winner when my family and business left Kalifornia for Idaho last month? I was. My quality of life went way up and my tax burden went way down. Kalifornia has nice weather. Big deal. I have a jacket. The weather isn’t going to help you in a few weeks, months or years when Kalifornia cannot float any more crazy bonds, pass any more union scam tax propositions or borrow any more money. No federal bailout is coming. The government will shut down and the whole socialist pyramid scheme will blow up in your faces. I can put on my jacket when Idaho gets cold. What will you do? Adios, Kalifornia. Good luck.
Forrest Mize now lives in Coeur d’Alene, Idaho.