I lived in Santa Barbara county for several years in the late 1970s and became friendly with families who had lived there all their lives. They were all "conservative" in basic outlook and demeanor. Those county residents who had taken up the popular "California lifestyle" of pot and casual nudity were identified as being "imports" from eastern states (e.g., Michigan). The legal latinos were conservative in behavior (I lived in such a neighborhood; Sundays were marked by guys washing their cars outside and radios playing mariachi music). They were decent people. I felt at ease among them.
I would say that the big Blue problem in California is with those who do not have long family residence there, but came from Eastern and Midwestern states in order to enjoy the "lifestyle." They are probably all well-to-do and have no inkling of the social costs of their favored policies (or no concern for any costs). They probably do not go to church.
I agree about displacing all illegals, but be mindful of the fact that the legals are more churchgoing and more inclined to be law-abiding than perhaps most anglo Democrats. Trump picked up a great deal of support from latinos; it would be foolish to throw that away.
agree with you that not all Latinos should be forced to go, and appreciate some Latinos neighbors too, was taught Spanish and still remember 1st year Sp.
Actually, it was a wonderful place where to live. Beautiful countryside. Excellent horse-riding country (rolling hills dotted with oak trees...though I never rode when I was there). Even Los Angeles was un-intimidating (never worry about missing your exit, there was always another). That's where I learned to enjoy Mexican food and appreciate that every restaurant had its own salsa recipe. I had gotten so adapted to the road-based culture, I thought little of driving into Hollywood for an evening visit with friends and driving back. The only strange thing was the reaction of the locals to seeing a single cloud in the sky: like a portent of doom. (I came from Puget Sound, where if there were no clouds in the sky, you would wonder if you were on the correct planet.) The roadside gutters were frightening, being very deep for the infrequent massive downpours, feeding drains that could easily swallow a foundering child. The smell of eucalyptus trees was always in the air. To get off an airplane and smell that aroma would bring back a gust of memory.
What has happened to California since then is worse than a crime; it is a sin. And a curse.
I lived in Santa Barbara county for several years in the late 1970s and became friendly with families who had lived there all their lives. They were all "conservative" in basic outlook and demeanor. Those county residents who had taken up the popular "California lifestyle" of pot and casual nudity were identified as being "imports" from eastern states (e.g., Michigan). The legal latinos were conservative in behavior (I lived in such a neighborhood; Sundays were marked by guys washing their cars outside and radios playing mariachi music). They were decent people. I felt at ease among them.
I would say that the big Blue problem in California is with those who do not have long family residence there, but came from Eastern and Midwestern states in order to enjoy the "lifestyle." They are probably all well-to-do and have no inkling of the social costs of their favored policies (or no concern for any costs). They probably do not go to church.
I agree about displacing all illegals, but be mindful of the fact that the legals are more churchgoing and more inclined to be law-abiding than perhaps most anglo Democrats. Trump picked up a great deal of support from latinos; it would be foolish to throw that away.
agree with you that not all Latinos should be forced to go, and appreciate some Latinos neighbors too, was taught Spanish and still remember 1st year Sp.
Interesting life Santa Barbara story
Actually, it was a wonderful place where to live. Beautiful countryside. Excellent horse-riding country (rolling hills dotted with oak trees...though I never rode when I was there). Even Los Angeles was un-intimidating (never worry about missing your exit, there was always another). That's where I learned to enjoy Mexican food and appreciate that every restaurant had its own salsa recipe. I had gotten so adapted to the road-based culture, I thought little of driving into Hollywood for an evening visit with friends and driving back. The only strange thing was the reaction of the locals to seeing a single cloud in the sky: like a portent of doom. (I came from Puget Sound, where if there were no clouds in the sky, you would wonder if you were on the correct planet.) The roadside gutters were frightening, being very deep for the infrequent massive downpours, feeding drains that could easily swallow a foundering child. The smell of eucalyptus trees was always in the air. To get off an airplane and smell that aroma would bring back a gust of memory.
What has happened to California since then is worse than a crime; it is a sin. And a curse.