Welcome to ‘The Hotel California*’ (from 'The American Spectator')

When I was a kid growing up in New York, California was an idyllic place of beaches, wine, wildflowers, and beautiful people. It was the land of ‘good vibrations,’ ‘surfer girls,’ and little ‘deuce coupes.’

I distinctly recall watching the Rose Parade from a cold couch in the winter of 1978 wondering where on earth they had gotten all those flowers. After driving cross country in my 1992 Suzuki Samurai, I sat atop a sand dune in Malibu and thought I had reached paradise.

I took in the natural wonders of California like air: Yosemite, Joshua Tree, Redwood Park, Death Valley, Half Dome, Monterey, Napa, China Beach.

“On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air.

There are parts of Pacific Coast Highway that routinely move me to tears, particularly at sunset when the evening tide bathes the beach heads in a brilliant palette of pink and vermillion. This is a place of astonishing beauty, but I have come to realize that it is also “a terrible beauty,” to quote the poet W.B. Yeats.

Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim I had to stop for the night.”

After twenty years here, the landscape has changed. Rarely does a day pass when one does not encounter homeless men and women, stray dogs, and errant shopping carts that have surreptitiously made their way from the local market to an encampment where they function as the support columns of a tent home. Sleeping bags, plastic bags, poly tarps and cardboard are the cooperative building materials of the street.

With a burgeoning population of some 50,000, Los Angeles now boasts one of the largest unsheltered homeless communities in the United States. It is a rough group of heroin addicts, prostitutes, the mentally ill and folks that are simply down and out in Tinseltown.

“There she stood in the doorway;

I heard the mission bell And I was thinking to myself 'This could be heaven or this could be Hell.'”

According to the Los Angeles Times, the city’s homeless population has surged 75% in six years, and it’s evident everywhere. This notoriously hip, rich and progressive place, has an ugly underbelly of filth and disease. Residents walk their dogs with pet boots in downtown L.A. not because it’s trendy but to protect them from Hepatitis A which has blanketed Skid Row. The unsightly settlements have become as much a part of the California scene as wet suits and board racks.

“Welcome to the Hotel California Such a lovely place Such a lovely face.

One U.N housing official that visited homeless sites in both L.A. and San Francisco was so shocked by the conditions, she suggested that California was in violation of international human rights law. It’s an astonishing assertion for a state that is home to places like Atherton where the median price for a house is upwards of $10 million and reserved exclusively for the likes of tech-tycoons like Facebook COO Sheryl Sandberg and former Google CEO, Eric Schmidt.

Her mind is Tiffany-twisted, she got the Mercedes bends She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends ...

It’s no secret that the ‘City by the Bay’ is littered with trash, needles, and feces per a recent study. Other parts of the Golden State are plagued by gangs, drug trafficking, illegal immigration, child prostitution, and people smuggling. Violent crime in California has increased over the past, two years --- and in some cities, like Sacramento – murder, robbery and rape are rising at twice the national average.

How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat Some dance to remember, some dance to forget ...

So, where are the resources? Where is the money? Where are the priorities? And, most important of all, where is the outrage?

They livin' it up at the Hotel California What a nice surprise, bring your alibis.

The Democratic Party has presided over the California Legislature for 40 years. The State Controller has been a Democrat for over 44 years. There has not been a Republican senator elected from the state in over 25 years. There has not been a Republican Attorney General or a Republican California State Treasurer in over two decades.

“So, I called up the Captain, 'Please bring me my wine' He said, 'we haven't had that spirit here since nineteen sixty-nine.'”

Clearly, the charade of inclusiveness has proven to be a brilliant disguise for political power. Caring more about those who “live in the shadows” than those who “live in the streets” has won elections. Politicking by identity has kept homogenous groups within their respective tents for maximum exploitation as the rush to the moral high ground has left countless Californians in the gutter.

Mirrors on the ceiling, The pink champagne on ice And she said, 'we are all just prisoners here, of our own device.'

Make no mistake, there is no healthy debate in this state. There is no passionate discourse, no differing opinions, and no democratic process. California is in the throes of the greatest economic, political and public monopoly in the history of this country. And, it’s failing miserably.

“And in the master's chambers, They gathered for the feast They stab it with their steely knives, But they just can't kill the beast.”

As a conservative living in the City of Los Angeles for the past twenty years, my vote has had little impact --- and yet election after election I have religiously cast it --- in the hopes that one day the political chokehold will be broken. The dupe of victimization runs deep, however. The outrage mobs, the oppression orthodoxy, and the redistribution of sound judgment have kept all of us in shackles.

From a gallon of gas to a gallon of water, the cost of living is scandalous. We find ourselves in a grossly overpriced one-star hotel from which residents are checking out and leaving en masse --- fleeing to Arizona, Nevada and Texas in record numbers to escape high taxes, unsafe neighborhoods, failing schools, a wall of debt, a pension crisis and a political ruling class that has neither the guts nor the will to effect change.

“Last thing I remember, I was Running for the door I had to find the passage back to the place I was before.

The bright lights of family, civility and entrepreneurship are flickering, opposing voices are consistently cast into the wilderness and even the Rose Parade doesn’t look or sound the same.

'Relax' said the night man, 'We are programmed to receive. You can check out any time you like, But you can never leave!'”

Election after election, ballot after ballot, proposition after proposition the names and the dollar amounts change but the policies stay the same --- as the splendor of the cityscapes, the vibrance of the coast, and the allure of the once beautiful rustic towns and communities slip into a steady chorus of deterioration, degradation and decay.

“Welcome to the Hotel California ...

We are all just prisoners here of our own device."