Cerulean Christmas

Posted on December 26, 2005 in Festivals The Orange

I never dream of a White Christmas. I dream of cerulean skies that stretch across the coastal plain and an artificial forest covering that same plain. I dream of golden meadows, red prickly pear fruits, and red Toyon berries, soon to be fewer in number because a local developer won the right to obliterate several thousand acres in the name of building 4000 more homes. I imagine myself running my hands across those grassy benches, stroking them like I might stroke the shoulders of a cat. I think of how much better the world would be with fewer landlords and more personal home ownership. But people will not be freed of landlords by this new development. The homeless will not find homes: they will stay on the street. Folks who already own homes will move and rent their old ones. Or sell them to landlords who will amass even more cash for more purchases and, consequently, more enslavement of those for whom Orange County home prices have become absurd and too much.