ON FIRE OR UNDERWATER seems to be the order of the day. This is not the way it’s supposed to be. There is an unwritten contract that we live and love in paradise and anything contrary to that gets people disagreeing and prickly. Hey we like a day of rain, maybe even two (we know that our reservoirs are filling up and we know that there is snow in them their mountains) but anything longer than that ushers in a disturbance. And not a disturbance like sea, sand and current that will make a pearl; but an insurrection of the sprit, a disorder that forecasts we are like everyone else. And that is just not okay.
This unwritten contract is represented by the fact that LA hosts the worst drivers in the world. That’s because we are supposed to be seen in our cars, not actually drive them. When there is a disaster, that lack of ability is exponentially on display. There are very few identity couplings that are more repugnant than Entitled and Incompetent, that’s a bad combination. So, what we know is Los Angeles will reset. The sun will come out, the sky’s will be clear and the tour busses will be back in business selling the unwritten contract. And all will be right in the world.