A very wet winter in the Mountains of Los Angeles spurs the growth of abundant wild flowers and grass, and creates basically a huge pile of fuel. Then the following winter has no rain at all and all the fuel gets tinder dry -- just like what happened the past 2 years in LA -- a recipe for disaster, and now it's burning down from Malibu to San Diego.
I love that Southern California region, the beaches and the dusty trails through the brush, and the incredibly expensive homes in Malibu.
It's not really a disaster. It's natural, and the longer any hillside or canyon goes without a fire, then the bigger the fire will be when it comes.
Homes can be rebuilt. Firefighters should not risk their lives to save buildings.
In any event, the winter rains that everyone now prays for will sweep down barren hillsides and block more highways with raving-red-brown mudslides.
And then next spring all the mountains and hills will sprout emerald green again.
The point is -- Los Angeles is not where it is for a reason. There is no practical basis for the existence of that vast metropolis, except for the unceasing ability of the native peoples there to defy and ignore reality.
So, Keep on surfin' -- because the world already came to an end.
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