The last seven months of Clipperdom requires you reassess basically everything about their locker room leadership structure. It's not on the front office and it's not on Ballmer. It's on three guys.
The fires feel like a last rite for the 20th Century LA dream, the stardust fantasy warring with more sinister realities: fire, earthquake, land grabs & blood vendettas. An apocalyptic harbinger of a city run by developers eager to turn it into an infinite combo Lulemon/Erewhon.