Read this comment from a lefist fever swamp site praising California.
For all its issues and faults, California is the closest thing that the U.S. has to European-style social democracy. It has strong state-provided social services, such as a very robust state OSHA program, relatively pro-worker wage-and-hour laws, and a massively successful (if declining) public university system–which provides far more to state public life than in other states with premier universities, such as Massachusetts, where such are privatized. It has politically active unions like the CTA and CNA on the winning side. It has strong environmental protections and lots of public lands and public trusts. It has a broadly politically empowered populus in its major cities; and so forth.
This isn’t to say that California is perfect, by any means. But it is to say that reiterating the discourses without situating them in those broader conversations often tends to legitimize a discourse that implies that social democracy is “ungovernable” and neoliberalism is a neutral, invisibile, natural state of affairs.
California is flat broke; bankrupt. If it is a European-style social democracy; it is Greece. The only difference is that the rest of the United States will bail out California easier than Germany will bail out Greece. Yet this guy is singing it praises. He believes it is a happy place to be emulated.
This is what we are dealing with folks. These people just don’t get it and they will never get it until the iron clad rules of economics beat them down hard. They live in a fantasy world where unsustainable economic situations are sustainable, where wealth is created by fiat, where standards of living increase just because we want them to and where rainbows shine from the asses of a unicorn in each garage.
These people believe that, if they wish hard enough and vote liberal enough, their dreams will come true and we will all live on the Big Rock Candy Mountain. People like the commentator outnumber us now and they will continue to do so until such time that hard reality kicks in the door, slaps them around, bends them over and gives it to them hard.
Sadly, we share a cell with them.