Soon the previously quiet, sweet, and leafy Seattle-area suburb where I live will have crazy, fentanyl-addled zombies — aka, the “homeless” — living among us, in a facility of 178 residential units, near schools or outside your front door, courtesy of the virtue-signaling lawmakers in our state capitol of Olympia. 

What will follow is predictable: Mentally ill people defecating in the streets, hunching over in public to intensify the high of the drug, staggering around filthy and half-naked. 

How do insane things like this actually happen?

I received a few insights by doing the other day what I should have done long ago, but didn’t: attending a mind-numbingly dull Public Hearing for our City Council’s Planning Commission. If you live in a blue state or a blue metropolitan area, something like this is probably going on in your own community.

It was a day that Washington Gov. Bob Ferguson was busy doing the state’s really urgent business: “We just raised the Pride flag in Olympia,” he posted on X, with a video of himself exulting. “I want Washingtonians to know that there is zero chance we would ever bend the knee to the hate and attacks we see from Washington DC.” 

“Hate and attacks”? Residents of the state were........

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