By Billy G. Woody Santa Monica
Every day for lunch, instead of sitting in my office, I walk for an hour. My route changes daily to keep it interesting. One of the interesting things I noticed by taking these walks is the incredible stench of urine that flows from the parks along Ocean Avenue. This stench is magnified a thousand fold after it rains. It is like taking an hour-long walk through a dirty bathroom. Interestingly enough this same park is also a haven for the lovely homeless population — not to mention the illegals — Santa Monica loves to coddle.
I found it almost laughable the number of people who wrote to complain about a potential dog beach and all the dirty filth that comes with it while at the same time, I venture to guess, that these same folks are the ones bend over backwards to make Santa Monica a beacon for the homeless of this state.
Santa Monica is tantamount to a bad parent who enables their good-for-nothing children by taking care of everything for them. Thus they turn 40 and still live at home and continue to borrow the family car and eat from the family fridge, and of course, use the family bathroom and refuse to flush.
Originally published in the Santa Monica Daily Press print edition on February 23, 2006. Read the original PDF.