California voted least-liked of states

Surf. Sun. Disneyland. What’s not to love about California?

Well, apparently, a lot of things. A poll released Tuesday by Public Policy Polling showed that California was the least popular state in the United States.

Only 27 percent of Americans hold a favorable view of the Golden State compared to the 44 percent who view it unfavorably.

The gap of 17 points puts California far behind Illinois (19 favorable, 29 not) and New Jersey (25 favorable, 32 not) as the least liked state in America.

The top three spots go to Hawaii (54 percent positive), Tennessee (48 percent) and Colorado (44 percent).


Really? California is the least liked state? More detested than über-corrupt Illinois and friggin’ New Jersey, home to Snooki and thousands of her ilk?

Americans prefer crapholes like Mississippi, Arkansas and West Virginia to California?

Tennessee? In the top-three admired states? You’ve got to be kidding. That’s insanity. The people who responded to this poll must be the same folks who elected George W. Bush president twice.

And Florida? Texas? More admired than California? Don’t get me started.

OK, get me started: “If I owned Texas and Hell, I’d rent out Texas and live in Hell.”  General Phillip Sheridan

The general said that back in the nineteenth century, and it’s still true today. I would rather live in Serbia or Zimbabwe than Texas.

As for Florida, I won’t even waste energy telling you about the wall-to-wall morons who live in flat, humid Flori-duh.

Aspen, Colorado

I have no problem with Colorado ranking near the top of the list.

I wish I lived in Colorado. So would you if you ever visited Colorado.

We can’t all live in Colorado, though.

I’m not saying that California belongs at the top of the list. We just don’t belong in the basement.

The poorly written news article from the San Francisco Chronicle implies that it’s Southern California — our signature surf, sun and Disneyland — that Americans devalue. NorCal narcissists are unable to fathom that anyone could possibly be unimpressed with them

What’s so great about LA and SoCal? Check out what the locals think at Vintage LA and Hidden Los Angeles on Facebook.

Click to enlarge. Source: Stacy Penfold, Hidden Los Angeles

Steve has the unofficial response of Southern Californians to this poll:


Happy 200th Birthday, Charles Dickens!

Charles Dickens, born Feb. 7, 1812

   Charles Dickens has brought more pleasure into my life than any other author.
   I feel a great debt to Charles Dickens for all the memorable characters he created. I’m especially fond of Mr. Pancks in Little Dorrit, Wilkins Macawber in David Copperfield, Mr. Bumble in Oliver Twist,  and Sam Weller in Pickwick Papers.

Mr Bumble with Oliver Twist in tow

Wilkins Macawber, the eternal optimist “Something will turn up!”

Eddie Marson as Pancks in BBC’s production of Little Dorrit












Yes, I definitely have a thing for Dickens’s quirky minor characters.

    My love for Dickens goes back to my time as an English major at UCSB, the University of California at Santa Barbara.
    I know what you’re thinking: party school! That UCSB stands for U Can Study Bombed. I’ve heard that “party school” crap for 40 years.

You are all  just jealous. UCSB has one of the most beautiful campuses in the world, on a peninsula jutting out into the Pacific Ocean. When the coral trees scattered all over campus bloom, on days the sun blindingly sparkles off the ocean, when the 61-bell carillon tower at Storke Plaza fills the air on a lazy Sunday afternoon, life is absolutely perfect.

University of California at Santa Barbara.   “If there’s a more beautiful campus than this one at the edge of the Pacific, we haven’t seen it,” says Newsweek magazine.

    Did the dorms at your college have racks to stow your surfboard? Was there an elective course of similar caliber to UCSB’s Running On The Beach? On Halloween did people trick-or-treat for drugs? Was your school’s entire football team busted for possession of hashish?
    Wait a minute, that does sound like a party school. Never mind. Let’s get back to Dickens.
   One of my favorite classes at UCSB was Victorian Literature with Dr David Aitken. When Dr Aitken read aloud from one of Dickens’ classics, I was spellbound. He brought the characters to life.
    When I visited London after graduating from UCSB in 1971, I went to the Dickens House & Museum.
   I still have The Dickens House Guide and Illustrated Souvenir pamphlet I purchased for 5 pence. I’m looking at it now. If you go to London, go to 48 Doughty Street.
    I sent Dr Aitken a postcard I bought at the Dickens House.
    I told Dr Aitken that when I knocked on the door of the Dickens House, a mousey, timid young woman dressed as a nineteenth-century chambermaid answered.
   She gave me surprised look, her eyes opening wide — a facial expression Dr Aitken could have imitated perfectly if the scene were in a Dickens novel. A tall, tan American hippie on the doorstep, fresh off the plane from some California party school. She recovered and invited me in. Maybe it was all an act for the tourists.
   I was the only visitor. I wandered around the house, saw Dickens’ writing desk (he wrote standing up), saw where his beloved sister-in-law Mary died, and broke his heart. A warm, comfortable home, though not much room. (During the few years Dickens lived at Doughty St., two children were born, and he moved his growing family into a larger house).
   I stood alone in the room where Dickens wrote Oliver Twist and Nicholas Nickleby.
   No, the  ghost of Dickens gave me no encouragement to become a novelist, to tell my own stories, create my own characters. Nor did Dickens’ spirit warn me, as Marley’s ghost did Scrooge, to mend my ways. Nothing.
   But my experience at the Dickens House has always stuck with me.
   I remember signing the postcard to Dr. Aitken, “A Grateful Former Student.” I hope Dr. Aitken got a kick out of that postcard. Of course, both Dr. Aitken and Dickens are in the Great Eternity.
   Most Dickens characters are good, decent, and eminently likable, such as the benevolent if accident-prone Mr. Pickwick; the fiercely independent, irascible, but immensely generous Betsey Trotwood in David Copperfield; and just plain good guy Arthur Clennams in Little Dorrit.
   Dickens loved people, especially “common” people.
   Reading Dickens reaffirms my hope in the human race. That even the worst of us, like Ebenezer Scrooge, can change for the better. That even the worst of times, such as Oliver Twist experienced, eventually pass to a new day, and long-suffering, good people in the end find happiness and fulfillment.
   As the congenital optimist Wilkins Macawber, though buffeted by an endless series of setbacks and catastrophes, is fond of saying, “Something will turn up.” Things will get better. Success is right around the corner.
   Hope. That’s what Dickens gives me. Hope.

Pickwick Papers’ cockney father and son, Tony and Sam Weller. The former a jolly coachman, the latter the quick-witted, smart-tongued boots (bootblack) of the White Hart Inn. (lithograph by Harold Copping, from the book Character Sketches from Dickens)