We drove the forty or so miles out to see Hemet, CA today.
Hemet is another new town like Temecula--or maybe even stranger.
It wasn't hardly there ten years ago either--it was a tiny desert town 20 years ago.
Now it is a mass of what we call McMansions--identical huge houses on tiny lots built by the thousand on virgin desert land. This land--which was desert or alfalfa fields not long ago--is now a patchwork of housing and shopping malls.
All the malls are identical too--same stores with same merchandise laid out in identical ways. (They only allow creativity at the corporate level.)
It is REALLY depressing if you think about it very much.
And all these identical people commute to somewhere to work--maybe forty or fifty miles a day. Rivers and oceans of gasoline consumed. (Gasoline today a few cents a gallon less than four dollars per.)
And the children in these instant communities have never heard a rooster crow or a cow moo. They have never planted nor harvested a garden. Life, to them, is this identical existence in Macmansionland.
This is not good.
What is easy to foresee is abandoned old McMansions returning to the dust and thousands of displaced people trying to find work and survive somehow in LA.
Hemet is a disaster waiting to happen.
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