I’ve been away from Malibu for a couple of years. Because I do love Malibu and miss it greatly, I still read, via Internet, The Malibu Times. With every issue, to my increasing distress, comes my increasing lack of desire to return.
Guys, there are bad things going on in the world. Much worse than horses being spooked by dogs (let’s get real here; horses, if allowed, get used to the outside world); Barovsky, not a third, or 2 1/2 term, and lord knows what’s happening with the weirdo(s) at Point Dume Plaza.
Real estate is so high, only the very rich, privileged (and therefore presumably educated,) can afford to live here, yet the major concerns are still ballparks and dog parks. And, of course, the Coastal Commission is so determined to let those bad guys (plants and people) in.
Is it California or just Malibu?
The immense richness and luck anyone has who is able to live in such a place seems to result in almost unbelievable tunnel vision. The joy of endless bickering, the staggering small-mindedness, and the relentless squabbling over the most insignificant issues a person in the real world out there can imagine.
There are lots of worthwhile causes to be fought. They exist outside of Malibu.
Get a life.
Kerstin Eggers