If a political ticket bags 75 million votes, but a globally coordinated temper tantrum only draws a fraction of that, the math is pretty unforgiving.
Well over 90% of your own coalition stayed home. The sheer volume of no-shows exposes a massive gap between vocal activists and actual voter consensus.
People are tired.
You can’t scream “The sky is falling!” for years and expect the working class to keep looking up while they’re tripping over potholes and paying eight dollars for a dozen eggs. Social media outrage is not real life.
Real life happens at the grocery store checkout line and the gas pump.
The Activist Crowd vs. The Everyday Local
Let’s get real: At the recent “No Kings” protests, you marched past struggling small businesses, blocked entrances, scared off paying customers, then patted yourselves on the back for “making a difference.” Meanwhile, the servers whose tips you torpedoed are the actual working class you claim to champion. They can’t afford a Tuesday afternoon off to cosplay as revolutionaries — they have Santa Barbara rent to pay.
You pulled a few thousand people on a good day down to De la Guerra Plaza with handmade cardboard signs.
Whoop de doo.
That cost our local economy three or four times that in lost business.
A hundred thousand people turn out for the Solstice Parade just to day-drink and gawk at giant papier-mâché bugs. Old Spanish Days draws well over 100,000 because residents want an excuse to smash cascarones on each other’s heads and crush margaritas at El Paseo. Even the Tuesday Farmers Market pulls a more engaged economically productive crowd than these manufactured standoffs.
When your grand “political uprising” against the sanctity of keeping our children safe can’t draw a fraction of the crowd we get for a weekend marathon or horses walking through town, It’s a cynical joke to claim you speak for the majority. You’re not a revolution — you’re a poorly attended street fair.
What the Median Voter Actually Wants
Political science keeps proving it: the “Silent Majority” is real, and they’re out of patience. Most voters will never attend a protest in their lives; they’re too busy dealing with reality.
The median voter isn’t trying to “overthrow the system.” They want safe streets and fewer drug zombies camped in front of boarded-up storefronts. They want actual consequences for shoplifting instead of catch-and-release with a sociological excuse. They’re exhausted by performative empathy that somehow makes our community look worse every year.
They know that “farm-to-table” environmentalism still means scraping less natural tar off their feet after a walk at Hendry’s — and enjoying an 8-minute commute on a finished 101 freeway.
And frankly?
They want a State Street that welcomes back cars and parades, not a dilapidated obstacle course for teenagers on e-bikes that blocks the very people and tourists who pay the bills.
The Mandate of the Drop Box
Finally, yelling into a megaphone in Alameda Park doesn’t crown kings, and it doesn’t fix our town. A democratic republic runs on the quiet overwhelming consensus of the voting public — not the hyper-engaged, ideologically extreme fraction that shows up in pink hair and a tutu.
Real power doesn’t come from who yells loudest or blocks the most traffic. It comes from everyday residents quietly figuring out how to pay their bills at the kitchen table. When the marine layer burns off, it’s the actual vote in the ballot box — from people who just want their functional, beautiful city back — that prevails.
Anthony Bourdain is quoted as having said: “Eat at a local restaurant tonight. Get the cream sauce. Have a cold pint at 4 o’clock in a mostly empty bar. Go somewhere you’ve never been. Listen to someone you think may have nothing in common with you. Order the steak rare. Eat an oyster. Have a negroni. Have two. Be open to a world where you may not understand or agree with the person next to you but have a drink with them anyways. Eat slowly. Tip your server. Check in on your friends. Check in on yourself. Enjoy the ride.”
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Craig Saling was born and raised in Santa Barbara and is the owner of Santa Barbara Cash Register.
Publisher’s Note:
Though local media outlets adopted wholesale the marchers’ figure of “10,000” and more, a simple photographic analysis of the march down State Street shows fewer than 3,000 people, assuming a densely packed crowd. And even if half the protesters skipped the march and went home early, the total would still be less than 6,000 — a full 40% below the headlines.
Why the inflation? Much of the local press openly supports “the cause” (whatever that is) and has ties to both organizing and (mis)reporting it.
This is not a broad popular uprising. It’s a motivated but narrow slice of partisan activists who scream about “saving democracy,” but who won’t accept a democratic result when it doesn’t go their way. In short, they are the spoiled and entitled who order unlimited breadsticks and iced tea at a restaurant along the parade route, then skip out on the bill.
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Well said.
Excellent summation of our local lopsided reality. Why did we allow this to happen? A few points of contention:
1) “It’s a cynical joke to claim you speak for the majority.” They actually claim to speak for the entire “community” which is you and me. Moreover, our Sheriff, Police, Fire, and all but 3 elected leaders agree with them, not you or me.
2)”Real power doesn’t come from who yells the loudest…”. Locally, power and control does come to those who persistently yell the loudest, and show up! That’s the problem!! We’re MIA (except for landlords on rent control).
While the majority work, earn, contribute, focus on family, jobs, pay huge tax bills — our definition of “community” known as the silent majority — these nihilists or progressives or TDS inflicted or angry locals are focused, highly successful activists. They, not us, are in control of media messaging and our elected Board of Supervisors and every South County City Council: SB, Goleta, Carpinteria.
There’s a few ways to change the downward trend destroying South County Santa Barbara, but there appears to be no commitment to:
1) organize;
2) budget time each week to advocate;
3) contribute to a fund for paid South County watchdogs like Andy Caldwell who covers BOS for North County. We need many more like him in South County which is eroding before our eyes.
4) Identify and support prepared, stellar candidates like Bob Smith.
After 46 years here, I hate what has been allowed by my “community” to occur. Our SBUSD and Carp public schools have failed citizens. NPOs and NGOs control daily life with our elected officials funding radicals on payroll with our tax dollars!
Why do only Democrats win elections here?
On an individual level, I can’t walk in peace anywhere except empty parking lots late at night or early dawn, or drive 6 miles to LaCumbre Plaza. I can’t walk through a park without harassment by homeless or bikers on sidewalks when there’s a parallel bike path and nearby shelters.
SB City prioritizes excessively high pay and far too many on its payroll, ignoring the needs of taxpayers and citizens.
Police and park rangers tell me they’ve stand down orders. Working City staff tell me there are far too many supervisors driving around who do nothing when there’s much work to be done. I see it daily: they do nothing of value for their pay.
Downtown, with the most beautiful architecture anywhere, has become a ghetto with fools eating in the street in ugly parklets, bikes everywhere, plus rude, entitled abusers of “community”.
Food carts, open flames, vendors block street corners, making me feel like I’m in Tijuana not in beautiful Taxco, where I was long ago an exchange student.