When I was a kid, I’d go into the local bakery, whrere area farmers would be sitting and talking. When they talked, there were two subjects:
If it was raining out: complaining that it was too wet.
If it wasn’t raining about: complaining about how dry it was.
Over this past few months, watching California go from being a parched wasteland to a potentially flooded wasteland,, and hearing Californians complaining about it, I’ve thought:
- Hey! Just like North Dakota farmers!
- And you expected what, building a society in an almost uninhabitable desert, prone to almost nothing but extremes?
Dear Cali: hope your dam doesn’t break. If you hurry up and secede from the union, you might just be able to recover from a dam break without all that pesky help from a federal government you hate!