Lamp-Baked Molech

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Usual Hawai'i Kai visit. At the gym, I performed a biceps/triceps workout for 35 minutes at a leisurely pace, then only 20 minutes of cardio. There are a lot of senior citizens at the Hawai'i Kai gym, but they sure look out of place. Well, at least I can still fit in slightly because I have somewhat maintained my physique. How long I can maintain the charade is another story.

I was back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 4pm for the same ol' shit. I may download a couple of new hurdy-gurdy video clips, if possible. Then, I will piddle around with my BlackBerry® PlayBook® tablet computer. It's really too bad that the tablet computer and its manufacturer will probably no longer exist by the end of the year. The BlackBerry® PlayBook® is a great device. However, no one wants it. They are all enamored by the Apple® iPad. As you may recall, I was an Apple® (white) iBook owner for three years. I was also an early adopter of OS X. No more. Once Apple® became a religious cult, I was outta there.

I have made only moderate progress in completing all queued tasks. Yeah, I'm moving real slow. Nothing new about the exodus, though. We're in a stalemate. My right shoulder is just about healed. My right thigh is still going numb often. No babes have come around. Yeah, same ol' shit.

Mondo Fool Redux

Another typical urban nomad kind-of-a-Sunday ... well, not quite. Fortunately, the only glimmer of excitement was a microsecond glimpse of the hottie gym trainer. No matter how short the duration of the perusal, there's no doubt that baby is a hottie.

After my workout and shower, I decided to ride the Route 1 bus back to the detestable Slob Manor (read: rental housing). The Route 1 bus should be renamed the "Micronesian, Filipino, Chinaman, and Derelict/Loser Express." Kevin, the homeless guy, boarded the bus a couple stops down the way. He and I were having a friendly chat when a methamphetamine-tweaking fool boarded the bus and sat next to me. He kept bumping into me because he apparently had no motor control in his drugged-out stupor. I actually politely asked him to desist. He became defensive and seemed to want to settle matters with a fist fight off of the bus. I ignored him, regretting that I did not initially open Lou's School of Etiquette for matriculation. Had I entertained his offer, though, I doubt that I would have been able to subsequently compose the "blog" from a jail cell.

Kevin is still homeless. He is now spending nights at a Korean church somewhere in Kalihi. He is provided a small tent to use as well as breakfast in the morning. In return, he must perform a few minor chores and attend church services. He said that the accommodations were much better than sleeping outside in the rough. He's been working out at the gym twice per day, which also allows him to enjoy a nice shower, too. Kevin was on his way to the Kaimuki branch of library, the only location open on Sunday.

The netbook is giving me grief again. However, I do not know the source of the problems. The wireless radio disconnects itself at least once daily. And, sometimes the portable hard drive refuses to be "mounted." Linux is reporting hardware problems, but I suspect that the problem is Linux. After a reboot, everything is operational. I can safely say that I am done fiddling around with computers. I can solve most of the problems that I encounter, but that's not really the objective of using a computer. At this point in time, I will use the netbook until it finally gives out.

I have also verified that the spreadsheet "app" that is installed on the tablet computer does indeed render my existing spreadsheets accurately. I can also edit the spreadsheets, so far with no difficulties encountered. Thank goodness.

Post No. 2,148

At the library, I was perusing a book about the alleged benefits of growing old. The book appeared to be of the tired "New Age" genre until the chapter titled, "Spirituality." Then, the author disclosed that she was a practicing disciple of Judaism. Subsequently, there was much mention of the God of the Yahweh Triad (i.e., Judaism, Pauline-Christianity, and Islam). That's when I had to "draw the line" by immediately mummifying any further reading of the useless diatribe.

I departed for the gym about an hour earlier than usual. After completing my workout, I was on my way back to Slob Manor (read: rental housing) on a surprisingly uncrowded bus. What a pleasant change! Something tells me that I will be modifying my Saturday schedule from this point forward.

Not much has changed at Slob Manor (read: rental housing). I have avoided any interaction with both Kyle and Alan. Actually, Alan doesn't bother me. I am more annoyed by Kyle, who has turned out to be a total hypocrite. He has complained about the various misdeeds of both Alan and Joker, but he perpetrates the exact same annoying acts on an even grander scale. Unfortunately, the landlord has taken quite a liking to Kyle. Sadly, even I was initially duped by the asswipe. I am certain that I cannot trust the guy. If I were to cross him, he would use his manipulative powers over the landlord to get even.

Molech Renaissance

Usual Hawai'i Kai visit. Moms gave me a couple of the cult's religious magazines to read, although I no longer even peruse them. I usually leave them lying around on one of the tables at the library. However, I am concerned about whether a person in dire straits may stumble upon them and be bamboozled by that malarkey. The religious magazines are probably better off being deposited in the recycling bin. Egg crates or toilet paper can then be produced from the recycled paper.

Humans have apparently never realized "enlightenment." Human legacy is entirely based upon religious beliefs. Of course, there was no such a formal institution known as "religion" back then. Rather, it was a way of life. The only way of life. Thus, every aspect of contemporary human life has its roots and antecedents from eons ago. Do you know the origin of the handshake and other odd customs? How about kissing or romantic love? True "enlightenment" would have required that the human slate be wiped clean. Myths, legends, customs, cultures, traditions, rituals ... all should have been eradicated.

Instead, the basic tenets of religion continue on and fester. The new religions include:

• Government
• Politics
• Nationalism
• War
• Money
• Corporations
• Sports
• Science
• Technology
• Television (Tube)
• Sex (Wild thing)
• Pornography (Hurdy-gurdy videos)
• Society
• Civilization
• Family
• Gym
• Wage Slavery

And so forth. We approach every aspect of our lives with religious fervor and fanaticism. What should simply be distractions are now temples of worship.

So, what am I getting at? There's no physical escape. The exodus cannot be fulfilled, at least not by running away. The exodus can only begin in the mind. All forms of religion can be equated to slavery. Thus, the only true purpose of the exodus is to flee all slavery and seek the ultimate emancipation (i.e., freedom of the mind). Could that be realized through the Molech Renaissance?

Mondo Molech (Continued)

Last night, I viewed the flick, "8mm," on my tablet computer, courtesy the Crackle® site. Very intense, and very worthy of viewing. In the end, the losers got their just reward. Yeah!

Well, I finally met up with Shirley for lunch after a long hiatus. Actually, she had originally contacted me by e-mail in November of last year. Since both e-mail and cell phone are somewhat deprecated forms of communications for me, three months were required to make the arrangements. We were at least able to catch up on our respective recent histories.

The rest of the day? Same ol' shit. The evening? Same ol' shit. We knew that already, didn't we? Without a viable revision of the exodus, I will be sequestered in my squalid room all evening and possibly downloading hurdy-gurdy video clips or viewing more flicks on Crackle®. I could work on the Molech Renaissance, but to what end?

Mondo Molech

Same ol' shit. At the gym, I ran my knee into one of the cheap benches in the locker room. I am in deep pain. My old man maladies seem to be increasing. Fortunately, my right shoulder is almost completely healed. Otherwise, nada to report.

Well, my thoughts have been locked into the same nauseating subject matter for over a week now. There's no point in delineating any of it in the "blog." I would just be repeating myself. No viable revision of the exodus either. So, I'll just continue with the usual benign fodder.

I've been contemplating the formation of a new religion devoted to Molech. Yeah, I know, Molech was already popular over 3,000 years ago with myriad followers. Unfortunately, Molech somehow became old-fashioned. Out of date. So, I'm thinking of a Molech Renaissance. Obviously, a few old policies (e.g., human sacrifices) have to be discarded. Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa!

Molech Movie Madness

Same ol' shit. At the library, I perused the book, "Faith No More: Why People Reject Religion," by Phil Zuckerman. Interesting book. Of course, religion is no longer an issue with me. The evening? Same ol' shit in my squalid room at Slob manor (read: rental housing).

Karen Mok (Inspector Kong Yat Hung)

Shu Qi (Ai Lin)

Zhao Wei (Ai Kwan)
Have you watched the movie, "So Close," on the Crackle® site? That is one action-packed flick. The sword fight near the end is unbelievable. And, three Asian hotties playing the main roles. I had to view the movie again last night.