California, unlike most other American states, gives our brothers and sisters a friendly wave instead of a baton to the face. Ergo, utopia.
Heady days to be a vagrant in California.
From the soiled streets of San Francisco to the friendly parking lots of Encinitas, there’s never been a better time to be living in the great outdoors, whether by choice or circumstance.
California’s Proposition 47 means thefts under $950 and drug use are now treated as misdemeanours.
In Encinitas, the benevolent followers of Yahweh have set up bitumen refuges for the homeless.
California, unlike most other American states, gives our brothers and sisters a friendly wave instead of a baton to the face.
Ergo, it is now a loving utopia.
And, now, Malibu, where fifteen-mill only just gets you onto the beachfront and where Jack Nicholson, Ellen Degeneres, Halle Berry all hold precious real estate jewels, has become a new Shangri-La for vagrants and grifters.
“In the 2019 homeless count, 61 vehicles with 93 people living in them, were tallied in the city of Malibu, according to Los Angeles Homeless Services Authority. A year later, during the most recent homeless count last month, Malibu city officials say that 83 vehicles were tallied…But the presence of dozens of vehicles camped out along the coast for indefinite periods raises questions about whether they are unfairly tying up limited and sought-after parking spaces – spaces that are supposed to be available to Californians generally, and shared among them. It also presents environmental problems, as some of the RV’s have been dumping their septic tanks on the road and into storm drains.”
Glory days etc.
