Showing posts with label Pacific Palisades. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Pacific Palisades. Show all posts

Wednesday, July 1, 2026

Book Review: Torched, by Jonathan Vigliotti

 


Flames, firestorms, and abject failure are the clear and present themes throughout CBS News correspondent Jonathan Vigliotti’s latest book, Torched.

Not just burned-out buildings and streets, not just charred lives and legacies, but burned credibility, flamed-out political careers, and the fake veneer of competence—which the Los Angeles City and County governments were supposed to provide Pacific Palisades—are on full, necessary display in his work.

For the worst mass fire in Los Angeles history, Vigliotti documents the before, during, and after that led to it all.

I was burned in mind and spirit after reading his excellent report, which starts with the rich history of the Pacific Palisades, from its early religious founding. Then he weaves together resonant stories of community and continuity, all the more deepening the justified outrage with the massive incompetence and unaccountability that ignited the historic conflagration of the Palisades.

At the outset, Vigliotti writes about local weather managers and surveyors, as well as meteorologists who repeatedly warned any city leaders who would listen. The city should have announced Red Flag warnings by New Year's Eve 2024, going into New Year's week 2025. Their warnings abounded as they plotted the rising Santa Ana winds, the low humidity, and the dry factors that would unleash unprecedented fiery carnage on Los Angeles.

Yet no one listened. How was this possible?

How could January 7th, 2025, have happened? After reading the book, the reader is left asking: “How could this NOT have happened?!”

Vigliotti was in the eye of the storm, reporting on the horrific fires that engulfed the once-unassailable Pacific Palisades.

His accurate and emotional reporting explores the wreckage of the recent past, including in painstaking detail (literally and figuratively) the failures, fallouts, and follies of the politicians tasked with keeping Los Angeles safe.

Reading this book, I got the eyewitness view of this massive, tragic conflagration inside and out, when most of Los Angeles was uninformed of the dangers then, and the full scope of failure up to now.

Through Torched, Vigliotti features the endearing stories of many survivors, like Raymond and Mandy Church, who took over the plumbing business from Hercules (Herk) and Annette Rossilli. This couple maintained their friendship with widow Annette Rossilini until the very end. When the flames began ravaging the Palisades,  Annette wouldn’t leave her home. Vigliotti reports that many elders resist emergency evacuation orders in the face of firestorms. They have already lost family, and the remains of their life are enshrined in their homes. They leave that, and the home goes up in flames. What else do they have? With all of this in the background, Vigliotti reflects on Annette’s decision to stay behind and protect her pets, since she was banking on the (ultimately dashed) hope that the Palisades flames would not destroy her home.

She would not survive.

In another moving account, Vigliotti retells the final heroism of 32-year-old Rory Sykes, a former child star and motivational speaker born blind with cerebral palsy. This young man and his mother were caught off guard by the fire—again, due to multiple failures from the poorly manned and poorly planned Los Angeles emergency response. The son could not get into his wheelchair in time as the fires began destroying their home. He told his mother, “You can’t save me. Save yourself.” To the very end, Rory put the needs of others first. Throughout Torched, Vigliotti restores new life and attention to Rory and other heroes in the Palisades fire, all too easily forgotten in the midst of anger and demands for accountability. Even the writer rescued three pets from another home. Not grandstanding, Vigliotti simply relates that there were many small moments of successful heroism despite the epic failures of the city leader during the ferocious blaze that engulfed the Palisades.

In the midst of the whole fiasco-inferno, Vigliotti justifiably indicates former LAFD Fire Chief Kristin Crowley. Even before reading the book, I recognized that Crowley had encountered system failures: no water, not enough crew support, not enough funding, terrible communication networks, an absent mayor, and an unaware interim mayor. Yet in the face of such monstrous obstacles, Crowley and crew did their best to stop the fire and save lives. To his credit, Vigliotti also informs readers about her efforts and heroism to save lives and homes during the 2018 Woolsey fire. Then and now, Crowley displayed calm under fire (figuratively and literally).

In contrast to well-deserved vindication, Vigliotti targets Los Angeles Mayor Karen Bass with the greatest condemnation. Without providing proper notice or notes to her team or executive departments, Bass traveled to the West African nation of Ghana for the celebrated inauguration of the country’s new president. She failed to appoint key emergency managers in her absence. The Deputy Mayor, Marqueece Harris-Dawson, didn’t inform LA leaders that he was acting mayor until late in the crisis. He didn’t even know Bass’ whereabouts!

Vigliotti traces in minute detail Bass’s out-of-touch fumbling, from incoherent social media to her distracting itinerary in Ghana, including attendance at official functions, and her perfunctory connection with city leaders when the Palisades fires erupted.

 

Despite his great reporting, there are two criticisms I must report. Vigliotti wants to spread the blame to all parties, including incoming President-elect Trump, as well as Governor Newsom and Mayor Bass. Included in his involved timeline of the fire’s escalation and destruction, he faults President(-elect) Trump with wanting to expedite recovery in the region. Such a reaction seems understandable for an incoming Commander-in-Chief. Trump has no role in the Palisades fires. And what about Biden? Vigliotti points out that President Biden and Governor Newsom cancelled a ceremony in the Palm Springs area before announcing the creation of two new monuments. Why? Inclement weather. Why didn’t Biden take more direct action, regardless of the local response? Bass deferred requesting support because she didn’t know the extent of what was happening.

As he accurately reports, Mayor Bass deserves the bulk of the blame for the Palisades disaster. Vigliotti details how she failed as chief executive, neglecting her crucial role of signaling, directing, and supervising all emergency resources to secure and safeguard the city. There’s no need or reason to implicate Trump.

Part of his title includes “the Rush to rebuild Olympic L.A.” Vigliotti stresses the danger of political haste from LA and California leaders to rebuild. That contentious subject diverts from the fire itself. Vigliotti should have expounded on the Olympics angle—with all of its political machinations—in another book. His reporting on the causes and outcomes of the worst fire in Los Angeles’ history was subject matter enough, and a wide-ranging account that will engage any reader.

On a different note, I appreciate his contrast between the massive failures of the public fire systems and the effective, efficient, and successful private firefighters employed by Rick Caruso. Whether intended or not, Vigliotti shows how free enterprise provides more effective relief in difficult times.

Vigliotti’s Torched provides on-the-ground and overarching reporting, giving the reader a broad array of viewpoints to understand what happened, why, and how the powers that be have not learned from Los Angeles’s latest failure, with hope that the next disaster doesn’t engulf more homes and lives.

Monday, June 22, 2026

LA Does Not Love LA


Rolling down Imperial Highway 

Sweet Nasty Redhead on my side

Santa Ana winds blowing hot from the north 

We were born to ride.

I love Randy Newman, and I love his signature song “I Love LA.” When he won the mayor’s race in 2001, James Hahn played that anthem to celebrate his victory. From city attorney to mayor, Hahn worked to ensure some decency and competence in the city.

Fast forward to today, and Los Angeles is a hollowed-out, burned-out, blown-out shell of what it was.

Hollywood is leaving, and last year, Pacific Palisades went up in flames.

There’s no Richard Riordan or Sam Yorty to save the city now.

Two Democrats, a Bolshevik and a Menshevik, will fight for what’s left.

Los Angeles had a chance to build on the county’s election changes in 2024. In an unprecedented reversal, a Republican turned independent, Nathan Hochman, took on George Soros's handpicked District Attorney George Gaston. He received the support of numerous Democrats, and certainly of Republicans and independents, and he wiped out George Gaston. 

Los Angeles County residents were tired of lawlessness. They were tired of seeing the intimate scenes of incarcerated gangbangers raising a toast to a pro-criminal district attorney who was fast-tracking their early release. The same year, California voters overwhelmingly approved Prop 36, which re-criminalized property theft and gave local and state law enforcement more tools to crack down on crime. The work isn't done, since County courts are stuffed with woke judges putting personal preferences and idiotic ideologies ahead of public safety. But Los Angeles County is going in the right direction, and even the city of Los Angeles voted in larger numbers for Hochman. 

Then came January 2025, and the untouchable Palisades went up in flames. Los Angeles mayor Karen Bass was attending the inauguration of the next president of Ghana, and she could not be reached.  The Palisades Inferno was a massive failure on many levels—and preventable if anyone had heeded the warnings. Seven years ago, entire sections of Northern California went up in flames. Families desperate to flee the raging infernos ended up stuck in traffic and consumed by the rushing flames. The California Democratic political class didn't care then. 

 

Surely, the Democrats in Sacramento and Los Angeles would care about the left-leaning Pacific Palisades, wouldn't they? 

Nope.

This year’s primary results clearly indicate that Los Angeles city voters have not listened to their better angels. The demons have come in seven times stronger, too, since they find the place burned up and empty, and since no one's there, they've brought more of their vile hordes. How was it possible that voters across the city would embrace more of the same destructive progressive ideology when it's crystal clear to anyone that these failed policies—plus the arrogant lack of concern--are a direct result of this progressive madness?  Even in San Francisco, a growing cohort of voters has started taking over the county Democratic Party, and they have fought for some restoration of common sense, law & order, and commitment to enforcement in public safety. It's not enough, but there have been some steps, however minute.

In sad contrast, Los Angeles continues to double down on the same stupid. This isn't just foolish; it's absolutely dangerous. Unwise people with no regard for the well-being of the everyday citizen have no problem putting more of them in danger. Trump Derangement Syndrome and allergies to anything Republican truly are a mental malady, which has trapped Angelenos in a perpetual doom loop. 

A few weeks ago, TMZ host Harvey Levin complained about what has happened to Los Angeles during his lifetime. A multi-generational Angelino, Levin has seen the best of the city. Now, he cannot ignore how crappy it has become. The relentless homeless shelters, the skyrocketing crime rates, the overall lack of cleanliness and peace, and the desecration that has overrun a once-getaway destination and a second home for the rich and famous are unavoidable. 

Yet the same Harvey Levin repeatedly castigated, shamed, and openly mocked the one candidate who had a campaign platform, character, and commitment to remedy all these problems. Spencer Pratt may have been a reality TV star. But he was also a father and a homeowner who lost everything in the fires. He was fed up, and he decided that he was going to run. He launched AI commercials slamming opponents Bass and Raman with an impressive media blitz. He did a fantastic job in the debates. He cut an incredible cloth as a truly independent candidate. Not beholden to any political party, he didn't care about Trump or Biden or Kamala Harris. He did care about the incompetence of incumbent mayor Karen Bass and her socialist left-leaning challenger Nithya Rahman. 

He's a common-sense guy, and anyone with sense would have elected him mayor. But common sense is no longer common—or welcome—in the City of Angels. They stopped electing Republican mayors in 2001, and then they stopped electing Democrats with any regard for the well-being of the city after 2013. 

It's a tragedy to see the once-heavenly Los Angeles turn into a hellscape. It's a tragedy that so many voters don't love LA, that their hatred of Trump, their disdain for Republicans, and their insistence on all of the shallow, shameful progressive issues are far more important than the necessities to make sure that their city can function. 

I never thought it would come to this, but Angelenos simply haven't hurt enough. How many more homes have to go up in flames? How many more families have to be torn apart by the death of a mother or a father because of crime or natural disaster? How many more businesses have to be destroyed, desecrated, forced to shut down because City Hall refuses to use its power to do what is best for the rest? 

These problems festered two years earlier. Before anti-American immigrant socialist City Councilwoman Nithya Raman Challenger made it into the runoff against Karen Bass, she had won re-election to City Council outright in 2024! For weeks during the March 2024 primary, business owners and homeowners repeatedly complained about the homeless and the crime in the streets. And yet for all their complaining then, and a recent protest test of makeshift homeless encampments outside of Rahman's home this year, voters still sent the elitist socialist to city hall.

Los Angeles, be afraid.

The Democratic Socialists of America have aggressively targeted you. Four of the city council members are DSA all the way. They are vying for a city council majority and the mayor's seat. Registered Republicans can’t help you now: they have given up on voting or moved out of the city altogether. 

What will it take? I am astounded at the destruction and degradation. New York City was one thing. President Trump had pretty much solved the migrant crisis and allowed some degree of enforcement, so New Yorkers got complacent, perhaps? But Los Angeles witnessed the unprecedented disaster that destroyed homes. We all saw the unconscionable incompetence of Los Angeles's political class. 

Yet even with that, LA voters voted for more of the same. 

I love LA, but clearly LA no longer loves LA.