The Talking Heads did a song called “Heaven is a place where nothing ever happens”. That’s where I live, in Heaven, (not the real name of it) a remote mountain village where it gets too hot in the summer, too cold in the winter, and there’s only three months out of the year when you don’t need either air conditioning or the heat turned up.
But it’s Heaven because with all the incredible, batshit crazy stuff going on in our cities, and this is California so it’s as bad here as anywhere, nothing ever happens here.
No Pro-Palestinian or Global Warming activists ever block our roads. No Antifa have ever come here and trashed anything, or BLM shitheads either. There are no gangs. No drive-by shootings. No cowardly black racist assholes attacking old white and Asian people from behind. No black flash mobs looting stores. No demonstrators, no anti-this or that parades, no homosexual parades, no rainbow fag flags to be seen, no one pushing this Trans insanity where anyone can hear them.
There’s about 3000 or so people here and at least nine churches, a VFW, an Eagles and a couple of other patriotic lodges, two or three Indian tribes, a few business owners doing really well and most everyone else is getting by okay. We aren’t very friendly people, we say hello to our neighbors and exchange the usual pleasantries with the store clerks and leave each other alone for the most part. Outside of the occasional drunk jerk who moves here for awhile and then moves on, of course. Even Heaven isn’t perfect.
No place is safe anymore, but the safest places are the ones with the least people living there and the least people wanting to go there, and this is one of those places. People who come here looking for work, don’t find it. Local jobs are scarce and taken by local people.
It’s beautiful, though, if you like desert and mountain scenery. We do get a lot of overcast nights, but a lot of clear ones too when you can see the Milky Way and watch the Space Station go by up there. There’s still wild animals out there in spite of this being So. California, there’s mountain lions, coyotes, raccoons and rabbits. I even saw a wild pig trotting along once, out past my back yard. And you may even see a UFO.
“two or three Indian tribes”???
how is it possible???
…once there’s about 3000 or so people???
Indian tribes are not counted in population counts because they are separate nations within the United States. The tribes here are small tribes anyway.