Kalifornians discovered Idaho back in the 80’s, and they haven’t stopped showing up. This isn’t a new phenomenon. The common attitude from Kalifornians back then was “Oh, we’ll show you unenlightened hicks how things are supposed to work!” As if the reason they left their pathetic shithole state and moved up here was because somehow the way they did things in their pathetic shithole state was somehow better. A popular bumper sticker back in those days were “Dear Californians: Welcome to Idaho. Now go home.”
I should point out that most of these Kalifornians were from Los Angeles County and the Bay Area. You never saw a conservative leave the Central Valley and move up, or at least you didn’t see it very much.
Many of the Kalifornians were stereotypically ignorant and arrogant. They knew how to run things, and we backwards sister-humping Jesus-freaks were too stupid to be listened to. When we said outrageous things like “Hey, the snowplow throws snow for a good ten to twelve feet, you might not want to put your fence that close to the road” we were sneered at and ignored. The broken fenceposts that appeared from under the melting snow in the spring somehow never seemed to effect their thinking the next time around. “Hey, the curve in the road right there is graded wrong, you might want to slow down as you approach it.” Once again, we gun-fondling flyover country bumpkins couldn’t possibly know what we were talking about, as proven by the way all four tires were spinning in the air as their fancy SUV was overturned on the curve during a cool fall morning, where frost on a curve in the road lasted a little bit longer due to shade.
That continued into the 90’s. In 2005, Forbes magazine listed Coeur d’Alene, ID as one of the top five towns in America were people could retire.
The words uttered by my family are not fit even for a sailor’s ears.
Now not only were we flooded with Kalifornians, but people from Portlandia and the People’s Democratic Republic of Seattle (aka the Putrid Sound). Housing prices shot through the roof. The land that I purchased back in 2003 is now worth quite a bit more than I paid, to the point where I couldn’t afford to buy it today if I tried. Myself back in 2003, pinching pennies so hard that I was re-inventing copper wire, could afford to purchase land, but myself now, far wealthier and better off, couldn’t afford that same patch of land if it was available.
Housing prices never came down. But one thing that I’ve noticed changing is the people coming up from Kalifornia. Rather than the typical Kalifornians, we’re getting Californians who have had enough of the commie bullshit and decided that they weren’t going to get steamrolled by the Marxist anti-American godless heathens. They got out while they could, and headed to the mountains. A couple of them are my neighbors out in the hills. One of them has a flock of sheep that they raise, shear, and then they card and spin the wool themselves. Another is a couple retirees who have a shooting range in their backyard, and happily note that Idaho has a law saying a suppressor that is made in Idaho, of Idaho materials, sold to an Idaho resident, doesn’t fall under FEDERAL laws. So long as it stays in Idaho and doesn’t travel over a state border, you don’t need a tax stamp for it.
He has two. And they’re stamped “MADE IN IDAHO” rather prominently.
Ask them about their prior homes, and they might express some longing for the beautiful parts that made them live there in the first place, but then the conversation turns to why they left. And they express quite a bit of anger. Anger at the Marxists, anger at the low-information sheeple who keep voting for the Marxists. Anger at the Left for destroying what was a beautiful state. Instead of the stereotypical “We know how to run things!” we now have people saying “They screwed shit up so bad I couldn’t stay, and I won’t let them do that here.”
We still have the arrogant, ignorant Marxist shitlibs around. Far too many. But they are the minority and they’re getting outgrown by the based, red-pilled people moving in.
All of that was brought to mind by the cartoon above. Yesterday at the farmer’s market, several of the people who I know came from California recently were walking around with a gun on their hip. And if any Kalifornian had tried to say something, I have no doubt the result would have been a most unpleasant discussion for the Marxist.
Just some food for thought.