The Inevitable, Is It Time To Leave California? How The Woke Mob Turned Our Lives Into A Political Quagmire

I was hosting a dinner for friends last weekend, and I told them that I am thinking about leaving California. I’ve lived in this state for 30 years, and over the last few years, I have been watching it deteriorate into a stinking homeless encampment.

One friend said: “You know, not everything has to be about politics.”

I agree wholeheartedly. I love so many things about California, none having to do with politics, that I will never find anywhere but the Golden State. What do I love? Here are but a few on my list; my neighborhood, the weather, the beautiful outdoors, Cuisine and the dining scene, and of course, the wine country.

However, in recent years, the woke mob has made it completely impossible to enjoy life in California for anyone who has not graduated from Berkeley with a degree in social justice, or gender studies, or a similarly marketable discipline. If you do not proudly display a “Black Lives Matter” sign on your lawn, the woke California community makes you feel that you don’t belong here, and they’ll make sure every minute of your life is as miserable as they can make it.

How non-negotiable is one’s quality of life here?

Consider this recent example:  About one-third of the employees at the software company, Basecamp quit days after bosses told them to keep ideology out of the workplace and focus on the company’s actual business.

Tech journalist Casey Newton said about one-third of the company’s roughly 60 employees took buyouts shortly after, with one fuming: “Basically the company has said, ‘well, your opinions don’t really matter — unless it’s directly related to business…’ A lot of people are gonna have a tough time living with that.”

I know it comes as a surprise to the 60 college graduates living out of their parent’s basements, but no company really cares about their opinion – on anything. And not just the company. Nobody does. The youth mistake virtue signaling for deep caring about how they may feel on any subject under the sun.

After college, I worked in the software industry for just under ten years. Not once did I discussed politics with my coworkers. I had no idea about the political convictions of anybody in my company. It never occurred to me to lecture my coworkers about social issues of the day. When I was a kid just out of college, I considered myself lucky to be paid for my limited programming skills, and I was quite sure giving social justice sermons was above my pay grade. And I was right – my first political speech would have surely earned me a conversation with my boss that I would not have enjoyed.

Fast forward twenty years and allow me to paint the picture of my quality of life as a Californian.

During a zoom team meeting at work, in the middle of a work-related discussion, my coworker says: “I wanted to let you know I just hired a race educator. I am so excited to learn how to be more inclusive.”

The thoughts bursting in my head in no particular order: Is this a piece of information that is relevant to your job? Or mine? You felt compelled to tell me that you are paying somebody to come to your house and teach you “how to be less white.” As much as I am glad that one Africana studies graduate now makes a good living, that does not help me with any of my assignments. I just learned that you have extra money lying around which you don’t spend on helping your community, and you are a narcissist who craves the approval of other people. I can chalk you up as dead weight on the work team rope, so to speak, as your lack of insight and dismal social skills in NO WAY contributed to the task at hand.

Every work email I now receive includes this in the signature:

Preferred pronoun:  she / hers

I would find it helpful to learn a person’s “preferred pronoun” if I cannot figure it out by looking at their name.  If a name is misleading as to the person’s pronoun, I don’t want to make a mistake.  However, if you are listing your pronoun that can be accurately deduced from your name, then you are not telling me you identify as a woman  – you are telling me that you identify as “woke.”  That information is useless to me, as an employee and a rational human.

I love eating out, and I often read Yelp reviews.  Recently I noticed that 90% of the restaurant profiles are proudly displaying this:  “LGBTQ friendly.”

I’d like to tell you that before I could identify “LGBTQ friendly” restaurants on Yelp, I often ended up in establishments that asked people for their sexual orientation before serving them. In my 30 years dining in California restaurants, that happened a whopping zero times. I have never seen people of any gender identity or sexual orientation being harassed at a restaurant, even when their Yelp profiles listed nothing but a menu. But I am so glad many restaurants now identify as “safe spaces” for the LGBTQ community. Maybe one day restaurants will start identifying as “friendly to Jews”– that definitely would help me narrow down my dining options.

As soon as I leave my house for a walk around the neighborhood, I am assaulted with some variation of this:

Besides learning what kind of nonsense every one of my neighbors believes, I am also made aware that presumably, I am a hopelessly inferior human being. Otherwise, why would my neighbors feel the need to remind me to be kind? I would never think of lecturing anyone older than sixteen on how to treat others. I feel that might be condescending to another person. But I am a deplorable, so I would just like to enjoy my walk in peace, without being assaulted by a woke slogan of the day – a right that I am now officially denied by the state of California.

The woke mob barrages you with political gibberish every second of the day, and as soon as you try to take an issue with that and ask to be left alone they accuse you of “injecting politics into their life.”

Some time ago, I was a member of Next Door – a social network that connects people from the neighborhood discussing local matters. In the middle of the Kavanaugh debacle, someone on the network started a petition “in support of Christine Blasey Ford,” who also happened to live in the neighborhood. I politely pointed out that the Next Door policy prohibits political petitions out of respect for different political beliefs. The petition writer immediately accused me of “politicizing the issue;” she asked Next Door to remove my objections, and she released my name AND the neighborhood where I live to the newspaper without ever notifying me about it.

Even though I found Next Door useful for referrals and neighborhood matters, I had to soon leave it. The way they enforced their “no-politics” rule was to allow any liberal statement to stand, while immediately removing any comments objecting to the post as “political speech” – which turned a local social network into a poster board for the woke mob.

Here in California, not everything about our lives is about politics. Our life now is nothing but politics. The woke mob saturated every aspect of our lives with politics so much that it makes people nauseous. I feel like it’s time to get out of California and let the woke mob stew in their own filth.

This state is destroyed for decades ahead. Recall or no recall – there is nobody that’s bringing it back anytime soon.

 RWR original article syndication source.

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Written by Tatyana Larina

Tatyana Larina comes from my favorite work of poetry.  And that's the only time you'll see me quoting Wikipedia as a source.

I came to the US in 1991, lived in San Francisco for 5 years, and I have a Computer Science degree.  I worked in software industry for several years, later switching to a career of a full time mom, and I never looked back.

In my younger days, I wasn’t a conservative. That is not to say that I was ever a liberal – I was not anything at all. I had no idea that there were such concepts as “conservative” and “liberal”. I did not pay attention to politics at all, and the most political knowledge you would get out of me would be who the US President was, and even for that you had to catch me on the right day.
My first introduction to politics was during the second Israeli intifada in 2002. Unspeakable violence erupted in Israel. Every day dozens of people were killed. Even though I didn’t follow politics, that deeply affected me. I felt sad, frustrated, and powerless. And one night, I happened to stumble on an MSNBC program called “Alan Keyes is making sense.” He was talking passionately about Israel and the violence, and he addressed my feelings very well.  Since that evening, I turned on Alan Keyes every night, and by his commentary he was able to take away some of the frustration and anger that I had. It was like a nightly therapy session.
Feeling intrigued after watching Alan Keyes, I wondered what else MSNBC had in store. I switched through the channels, and low and behold, I found Scarborough Country. Right off, Joe Scarborough wasn’t what he is today at all. He was a solid conservative (as I now understand), making common sense conservative points. I found him interesting and engaging. Opposing liberalism had not entered my mind at that time. I still didn’t know anything about liberalism. It was just the things he said sounded very common sense and worthwhile to me. Imagine that at some point, MSNBC had a conservative host on the air. Crazy times, ha?
Exploring my new political universe, I switched through more channels, and one night I found FOX. O’Reilly Factor was on. From the very first night, I was hooked. I abandoned Scarborough. O’Reilly was not just common sense – he was aggressive, and he was a fighter. He was Scarborough on steroids. He wasn’t just talking – he was taking on what he thought to be wrong and unjust. Ever since the first time, and until untimely end of Bill’s FOX career, I don’t think I ever missed one Factor.
For forming my political views, and my ability to formulate them, I have to give special credit to three people: Charles Krauthammer, Bill O’Reilly, and Greg Guttfeld.  To Charles - philosophy.  To Bill - realistic and pragmatic approach to politics.  To Greg - realization that a good joke will change more minds than a long lecture.
And for everything else, thanks to my family.

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  1. I feel sorry for the people who live in California who really are good people and have not got into all the evil. Not everyone can up and move. Just being honest!

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