The incomparable Iowahawk has written THE definitive obituary for the State of California, which died last week, after a long illness.
Millions of fans from around the globe gathered along Sunset Boulevard to pay final respects to California today, as a slow moving funeral procession transported the eccentric superstar state's remains to its final resting place in a Winchell's Donuts dumpster in Van Nuys. The self-proclaimed 'King of Pop Culture' died last week at 160, in what coroners ruled an accidental case of financial autoerotic asphyxiation. The death sent shock waves across the world and sparked an outpouring of grief by rabid fans.
"I don't care what the tabloids and the Wall Street Journal say," said a weeping Illinois. "I still love you, Cali!"
The 640-mile long funeral parade route was lined with flowers, candles, teddy bears, and IOUs from millions of mourners and debtors who made the somber journey to watch the passing of the state that had once ruled the box office and industrial charts. Among them were current chart-toppers who cited California as a key influence.
You can read the rest of this lengthy, moving, essay, here. ;-D
Having known California all my life, since at least 1960, when I was born in Pomona, it's death came as no surprise to me.
The signs of illness were there for all to see, and those of us who truly gave a rats behind what happened to the State tried to do what we could to turn things around by recommending new associates, and better personal behavior, and hygene, to California, every couple of years or so, but the state kept falling in with the wrong crowd, and there seemed to be nothing the rest of us could do to stop the downward spiral.
It's just sad, very, very, sad.