Los Angeles is a city of the dead. Happily dead. Gratefully dead. There is no consciousness in which to budge it. The only reason for the existence of Los Angeles today is that there are righteous living among the wicked, and these are persecuted.
How long will the Lord allow this to go on?
Until the number shrinks below a certain amount--which it is on the verge of now. What that number is I cannot say, but I was used to mark the city. And I did. Happily.