fear of flying

I do not have a fear of flying, but if I did, my family wouldn’t expect me to take an airline trip to visit them.

However in their minds “I don’t love them enough” if I won’t cross the border into California for a visit.

It is not so much that I fear California. I loathe it.

Okay, maybe not wanting to insert myself as an actor in George Orwell’s 1984 counts as fear.

Their culture is broken beyond repair. Their smug insanity is as obvious as it is annoying. Their laws, lawmakers and academics left common sense behind fourscore years ago… just before I left California behind.

It is an interesting, sad tale of descent into the abyss for all to watch.

Don’t let them Californicate your state.

“Hotel California” is the title track from the Eagles’ album of the same name and was released as a single in February 1977. As is often the case, outstanding musicians knew what was going on long before the rest of us did, and used their art in attempts to explain it to us.

[Verse 1: Don Henley]
On a dark desert highway
Cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas
Rising up through the air
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
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”
Then she lit up a candle
And she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor
I thought I heard them say

[Guitar Solo]