What goes around, comes around. Both rhetorically, and literally.
In response to this little gem at Xenophilic's blog.
Y'all can have your toothless banjo-playing kinfolk back anytime.
They weren't born here, and they ain't "Californians" by any stretch.
They weren't "Californian" when they moved here 5-10-20 years ago, and they won't be when they leave either.
We survived Okies back in the Depression, barely, but the endless onslaught of knuckleheads coming here from the Other 48 was just too much for any one state to bear.
So thank your new neighbors and former natives from there for wrecking a once-wonderful state, and their parents for shipping the freaks and geeks that didn't fit in there, out here, until they'd so thoroughly destroyed it here even they can't stand it any more.
Don't worry though; we go stone cold broke in a few years, and your cousins and nephews will all be coming back home, and bringing their illegal alien nannies and gardeners with them in droves.
And all those retirees who moved back there to escape the taxes your kinfolk voted in?
When their retirement checks stop, they'll be your problem now.
Best wishes when that happens.
Your circus, your monkeys.
In the meantime, we've sent you DiFi, Barbara Boxer, and Kamala Harris as the national gifts that keep on giving by way of saying "Thanks a pantload."
No harm, no foul, OddJob.
Own your kinfolk, and I'll take the hit for ours.
But not for the 15M+ dumped on us over the last 50 years, plus 10M illegals your congressweasels could never seem to find a problem with. If you're not sure what I'm talking about, go check outside your Home Depot tomorrow morning about 6AM or so, and tell me who's standing around outside. Then look at the color shift of congressional districts here in CA from 1978-2018.
Seriously, I enjoy my home state as much as y'all enjoy yours.
As it should be.
I especially liked it back when it was still part of the United States, before it became the New Jersey-esque toxic waste dump for all the ne'er-do-wells and fruitloops from your home states (for any value of "your").
So welcome your returning kinfolk freaks back to the motherland with the same joy you showed when you shipped 'em here for 50 years and more.
It's time you got to experience what you've inflicted on everyone else for awhile.
Check back with us in a decade or two, and tell me how it's working out for ya.
I promise you, it's going to be as funny for me for the next few decades as it's been for you for the last few.
Nature always seeks a balance.