Surfboard donated to charity, for a $475 "haircut." The divestiture, however, will be not be officially recognized until next year in order to reduce the shock on my net worth. Otherwise, usual Hawai'i Kai visit. Nothing to report.
Well, I am down to only two pre-emancipation assets worthy of divestiture: my truck and the detestable "condotel" unit. All of my extravagant purchases were made in the heyday of wage slavery. That's when I was a stooge of the "ownership" society. Now I am a stooge of asceticism. I derive very little pleasure from material possessions, so little that I can safely say that I experience more pain than pleasure.
I am ending the year with even less possessions than most homeless people. What an accomplishment! I can now become homeless at any time without having to rent a storage unit. I have almost complete mobility. I will be honest, though. I plan to divest more useless crap. The lighter the load, the better off I am.
On a side note, I have discovered a couple of places that allow me to purchase bus passes with a credit card. I will also be changing my gym membership billing to a credit card. I will then be able to increase my credit card cash rewards.
I decided to stay in for the evening. Believe me, there's nothing more depressing than sitting in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) for any duration longer than an hour. However, there is nothing to do tonight at the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala. Only a few losers will be loitering around. Yeah, another exciting New Year's Eve for the ol' lavahead.
Monday, December 31, 2012
Sunday, December 30, 2012
Conveyor Belt of Foolishness
Late start this morning. So, coffee time was held at the coffee shop right around the corner from the gym in town. Otherwise, same ol' Sunday shit.
As usual, I have been pondering my mortality, observing senior citizens, maneuvering my way around asswipes, you know the drill. With the end of the year coming up, I am also calculating my net worth. The latter is important in determining some kind of financial strategy (term used loosely).
I now have second thoughts about the purchase of the "nine" (i.e., 9mm semi-automatic pistol). A gun is only required to protect property or possessions. With so little property or possessions to protect, I don't need a gun. And, a gun as personal protection is useless. What if I were to purchase gold bars? A gun would still be unnecessary. The amount in gold bars that I could afford (i.e., about 50 ounces) would fit in a plastic soap dish. Sheesh!
Have you noticed that our entire lives can be considered one long conveyor belt of shopping? Every activity is some form of shopping. We don't explore. We don't discover. We don't learn. We don't even experience anything unless it has somehow been purchased. A few people can fool themselves into believing that they have "actualized" lives. They ignore the conveyor belt that is moving them along. Unfortunately, the empty sensation cannot be ignored. In the old days, I would have cried out, "Get out of Babylon!" Perhaps the admonition is still valid.
As usual, I have been pondering my mortality, observing senior citizens, maneuvering my way around asswipes, you know the drill. With the end of the year coming up, I am also calculating my net worth. The latter is important in determining some kind of financial strategy (term used loosely).
I now have second thoughts about the purchase of the "nine" (i.e., 9mm semi-automatic pistol). A gun is only required to protect property or possessions. With so little property or possessions to protect, I don't need a gun. And, a gun as personal protection is useless. What if I were to purchase gold bars? A gun would still be unnecessary. The amount in gold bars that I could afford (i.e., about 50 ounces) would fit in a plastic soap dish. Sheesh!
Have you noticed that our entire lives can be considered one long conveyor belt of shopping? Every activity is some form of shopping. We don't explore. We don't discover. We don't learn. We don't even experience anything unless it has somehow been purchased. A few people can fool themselves into believing that they have "actualized" lives. They ignore the conveyor belt that is moving them along. Unfortunately, the empty sensation cannot be ignored. In the old days, I would have cried out, "Get out of Babylon!" Perhaps the admonition is still valid.
Saturday, December 29, 2012
Disgusting Yogurt
Everything went downhill after I discovered last night that I purchased a large quantity of the wrong flavor of yogurt. Yes, vanilla-flavored yogurt is disgusting. I was apparently more concerned with the expiry date rather than the flavor. Nothing has gone right since then. Thus, I have been in a "pissy" mood.
With that in mind, I have issued a stay on all pending decisions, including divestitures and acquisitions, in order to reduce the effect on the net worth summary for the current year. My net worth has already been significantly reduced. I certainly don't need any kind of trigger to push me over the edge of sanity. Not now, at least. I am already close to erupting in a homicidal rampage. Sheesh!
With that in mind, I have issued a stay on all pending decisions, including divestitures and acquisitions, in order to reduce the effect on the net worth summary for the current year. My net worth has already been significantly reduced. I certainly don't need any kind of trigger to push me over the edge of sanity. Not now, at least. I am already close to erupting in a homicidal rampage. Sheesh!
Friday, December 28, 2012
Tom Foolery (Continued)
Usual Hawai'i Kai visit. Nothing to report. When I returned to Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I noticed that the landlord's truck was parked in the driveway. All was quiet, although I knew that Tom was upstairs. Tom's derelict alcoholic buddy was nowhere in sight. Odd, considering that the fucktard was staying with Tom for the last three days, with both of them sloppy-ass drunk day and night. Obviously, Tom knew that he was breaking the house rules. Then, when the landlord appears, he cleans up his act. A guy in his fifties acting like a mischievous child. Of course, alcohol abuse reinforces criminal behavior. With adult delinquents like Tom, it's easy to understand why the empire is now a police state.
I could easily expedite Tom's demise by simply offering him a cocktail made with 151-proof rum and four finely crushed acetaminophen tablets mixed in. A couple of those cocktails would most likely send Tom to the hospital emergency room within a week, given his steady diet of alcohol. There would be no reason to use the "nine" (9mm pistol). Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa!
Enough of Tom already. He may or may not end up a non-walking cadaver. I'm not saying. I could not locate a consignment store nearby, so I will be donating the surfboard to charity as early as next week. The main reason for the divestiture is that bulky possessions only serve to limit mobility. I have also issued a stay on my decision to purchase the "nine" (i.e., 9mm semi-automatic pistol) until the homeless issue is resolved. Ditto for the purchase of gold bars. I will, however, conduct inquiries in the interim. All findings will be reported.
As another year draws to a close, I will reiterate that the moratorium on purchases is still in effect. Only necessities are exempt but subject to "just in time" (JIT) criteria. I made a huge mistake by buying into the "ownership society." Get it? Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa!
I could easily expedite Tom's demise by simply offering him a cocktail made with 151-proof rum and four finely crushed acetaminophen tablets mixed in. A couple of those cocktails would most likely send Tom to the hospital emergency room within a week, given his steady diet of alcohol. There would be no reason to use the "nine" (9mm pistol). Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa!
Enough of Tom already. He may or may not end up a non-walking cadaver. I'm not saying. I could not locate a consignment store nearby, so I will be donating the surfboard to charity as early as next week. The main reason for the divestiture is that bulky possessions only serve to limit mobility. I have also issued a stay on my decision to purchase the "nine" (i.e., 9mm semi-automatic pistol) until the homeless issue is resolved. Ditto for the purchase of gold bars. I will, however, conduct inquiries in the interim. All findings will be reported.
As another year draws to a close, I will reiterate that the moratorium on purchases is still in effect. Only necessities are exempt but subject to "just in time" (JIT) criteria. I made a huge mistake by buying into the "ownership society." Get it? Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa!
Thursday, December 27, 2012
Tom Foolery
Back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) ... Tom is killing himself, but he's just not dying fast enough. I'd like to help him out. If there were only some way that I could force ... err, I mean, invite him to consume about two liters of pure grain alcohol in one sitting. Tom is a weakling, and I want to put him out of his misery. My intentions are purely altruistic. Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa!
Well, times are getting tougher. Let's see now. I may have to purchase gold bars. I will definitely need to purchase a supply of batteries for the electronic restraining device (ERD) (i.e., handheld stun device). Now, the need for a 9mm semi-automatic pistol (i.e., the "nine") comes up again. I mean, how else can I persuade Tom to consume two liters of pure grain alcohol?
Not much to report. Coffee time has not been mummified. No change in the daily itinerary. I will, however, be looking for a place to sell the surfboard on consignment. I will also be initiating my candidacy for the Next Step homeless shelter without the assistance of my homeless buddy in order to minimize falsification.
Beautiful full moon out tonight. I am always inspired to ponder the nature of the universe. Subsequently, I become sickened by the rampant human stupidity on our small planet. Paradoxically, only a minority of people truly understand that we've lost our way. Ernest Becker was one of them. The rest? They are all clones of Tom.
Well, times are getting tougher. Let's see now. I may have to purchase gold bars. I will definitely need to purchase a supply of batteries for the electronic restraining device (ERD) (i.e., handheld stun device). Now, the need for a 9mm semi-automatic pistol (i.e., the "nine") comes up again. I mean, how else can I persuade Tom to consume two liters of pure grain alcohol?
Not much to report. Coffee time has not been mummified. No change in the daily itinerary. I will, however, be looking for a place to sell the surfboard on consignment. I will also be initiating my candidacy for the Next Step homeless shelter without the assistance of my homeless buddy in order to minimize falsification.
Beautiful full moon out tonight. I am always inspired to ponder the nature of the universe. Subsequently, I become sickened by the rampant human stupidity on our small planet. Paradoxically, only a minority of people truly understand that we've lost our way. Ernest Becker was one of them. The rest? They are all clones of Tom.
Wednesday, December 26, 2012
Post-Saturnalia 2012
Minutes after Alan departed Slob Manor (read: rental housing) last night, the drunkard Tom snapped into action. He was staggering around upstairs in a drunken stupor. He knocked over a heavy piece of furniture. He also knocked over his dishes onto the floor. All the while, he kept dropping booze bottles on the floor. I really wish that he would just end it quickly. I would enjoy returning to the dump and discovering his cold, stiff cadaver lying on the floor. Or, I would equally enjoy seeing him writhing in pain because of liver failure. Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa!
I chatted with my homeless buddy at the public library this morning. I don't know. For some reason, I really didn't want to listen to any homeless shelter stories about the on-going thievery, drug dealing, and general sloth. However, I did not let my feelings betray me. I listened intently. After all, I will need my homeless buddy's assistance if I choose to become homeless myself.
I ran into Pseudo-professor Lee at the hair design institute. Yes, I restored my extreme monk haircut. Lee is no longer a faculty member at everyone's favorite diploma mill. He is a strange guy, though. I forgot that he doesn't like to shake hands with anyone. Lee is looking really old, like a walking cadaver.
I also ran into Kevin, the burly homeless guy, just as I was exiting the gym this afternoon. He was inebriated. I should introduce him to Tom. They could become best buddies. As usual, I stopped by the sandwich shop to purchase my dinner. The credit card processor was inoperative. Customers were being turned away. However, the workers know me because I am in there three times per week. So, I procured my sandwich and will pay for it on Saturday.
For most of the day, I was preoccupied with senior citizen issues. After all, I am constantly in proximity with myriad "oldsters," from coffee time at the fast food joint onward. They are everywhere. Then, I had to see pasty ol' Lee. I really don't think that I could fathom the idea of becoming a walking cadaver.
I wanted to remain in my squalid room at Slob Manor this evening, but Tom literally came to life at about six o'clock. He was apparently sleeping all afternoon. One of Tom's drunkard buddies came by and woke him up. Tom's entire life consists of sleeping, watching the tube, and getting sloppy-ass drunk on cheap booze. So, I decided to make a dash for the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala, even though I knew that the Post-Saturnalia shopping mania would be in full swing. Same ol' shit.
I chatted with my homeless buddy at the public library this morning. I don't know. For some reason, I really didn't want to listen to any homeless shelter stories about the on-going thievery, drug dealing, and general sloth. However, I did not let my feelings betray me. I listened intently. After all, I will need my homeless buddy's assistance if I choose to become homeless myself.
I ran into Pseudo-professor Lee at the hair design institute. Yes, I restored my extreme monk haircut. Lee is no longer a faculty member at everyone's favorite diploma mill. He is a strange guy, though. I forgot that he doesn't like to shake hands with anyone. Lee is looking really old, like a walking cadaver.
I also ran into Kevin, the burly homeless guy, just as I was exiting the gym this afternoon. He was inebriated. I should introduce him to Tom. They could become best buddies. As usual, I stopped by the sandwich shop to purchase my dinner. The credit card processor was inoperative. Customers were being turned away. However, the workers know me because I am in there three times per week. So, I procured my sandwich and will pay for it on Saturday.
For most of the day, I was preoccupied with senior citizen issues. After all, I am constantly in proximity with myriad "oldsters," from coffee time at the fast food joint onward. They are everywhere. Then, I had to see pasty ol' Lee. I really don't think that I could fathom the idea of becoming a walking cadaver.
I wanted to remain in my squalid room at Slob Manor this evening, but Tom literally came to life at about six o'clock. He was apparently sleeping all afternoon. One of Tom's drunkard buddies came by and woke him up. Tom's entire life consists of sleeping, watching the tube, and getting sloppy-ass drunk on cheap booze. So, I decided to make a dash for the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala, even though I knew that the Post-Saturnalia shopping mania would be in full swing. Same ol' shit.
Tuesday, December 25, 2012
Saturnalia 2012
When I returned to Slob Manor (read: rental housing) last night, I was privy to three hours of crashing and banging noises in the kitchen courtesy Alan. He was preparing another feist for his fellow wage slaves. When Alan returned this morning, he commenced the preparation for another feist. So, more crashing and banging in the kitchen even before sunrise. I try to forgive Alan because he is a natural born idiot. His only family is his fellow wage slaves. He wants respect. He wants recognition. He wants attention. He wants to be beloved. He is a fool. And, as we all know, there's no fool like an old fool.
After Alan's culinary creation set off the smoke alarm three times, I had enough. I departed for the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala at little earlier than expected. Extended coffee time with all of the other senior citizens occurred at the usual fast food joint. Then, I loitered around the mall for over six hours. Lunch (i.e., cheap, greasy burgers) was courtesy the same fast food joint.
When I returned to Slob Manor, all was quiet for about five minutes. Then, Alan appeared out of nowhere and commenced crashing and banging things in the kitchen. Suspicious? Yeah, considering that the other culinary artist has gone to visit his parents on Kau'ai for a few days. Needless to say, there's never any quiet moments at the dump because of one or more of the three stooges.
Since I essentially spent all day at the den of consumerism in Kahala, I decided to not return there this evening. Only the theaters would be open anyway. I chatted briefly with Alan and casually mentioned that I am attempting to gain admittance to a homeless shelter. Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa!
As a reminder, I can no longer format the "blog," insert pictures, or include hyperlinks. So, I now use generic descriptors throughout. For specifics, refer to "blog" posts prior to the divestiture of the netbook.
After Alan's culinary creation set off the smoke alarm three times, I had enough. I departed for the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala at little earlier than expected. Extended coffee time with all of the other senior citizens occurred at the usual fast food joint. Then, I loitered around the mall for over six hours. Lunch (i.e., cheap, greasy burgers) was courtesy the same fast food joint.
When I returned to Slob Manor, all was quiet for about five minutes. Then, Alan appeared out of nowhere and commenced crashing and banging things in the kitchen. Suspicious? Yeah, considering that the other culinary artist has gone to visit his parents on Kau'ai for a few days. Needless to say, there's never any quiet moments at the dump because of one or more of the three stooges.
Since I essentially spent all day at the den of consumerism in Kahala, I decided to not return there this evening. Only the theaters would be open anyway. I chatted briefly with Alan and casually mentioned that I am attempting to gain admittance to a homeless shelter. Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa!
As a reminder, I can no longer format the "blog," insert pictures, or include hyperlinks. So, I now use generic descriptors throughout. For specifics, refer to "blog" posts prior to the divestiture of the netbook.
Monday, December 24, 2012
Eve of Saturnalia 2012
Usual Hawai'i Kai visit. Moms and I had to contend with the sheer number of zombie Saturnalia shoppers walking around in a daze. Otherwise, nothing to report.
I had to perform my usual workout at the gym early this morning, by the way, because of the shortened hours of operation. Thus, I had time to wash my truck this afternoon. I ended up at the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala later. With only two hours left before closing, the place was packed with people. I composed the "blog" at the bookstore in order to maintain what is now pretty much tradition.
Spending the evening at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) is certainly a sickening proposition. However, I had no choice. If I were a true believer of Saturnalia, I would probably end it all. Who could honestly spend a special occasion alone in such a dismal dump? Fortunately, Saturnalia means nothing to me. I receive no gifts. I give no gifts. No one calls. I don't call anyone. Heck, I don't even have a phone. No e-mail greetings either. It is as if I don't really exist.
I have been pondering homelessness daily. I could really see myself as being part of the homeless family. Sleeping in a dungy cubicle in a homeless shelter. Standing in food lines. Watching pirated flicks with my homeless buddy and his cohorts. In comparison, Slob Manor is more like a mortuary. Happy Saturnalia!
I had to perform my usual workout at the gym early this morning, by the way, because of the shortened hours of operation. Thus, I had time to wash my truck this afternoon. I ended up at the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala later. With only two hours left before closing, the place was packed with people. I composed the "blog" at the bookstore in order to maintain what is now pretty much tradition.
Spending the evening at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) is certainly a sickening proposition. However, I had no choice. If I were a true believer of Saturnalia, I would probably end it all. Who could honestly spend a special occasion alone in such a dismal dump? Fortunately, Saturnalia means nothing to me. I receive no gifts. I give no gifts. No one calls. I don't call anyone. Heck, I don't even have a phone. No e-mail greetings either. It is as if I don't really exist.
I have been pondering homelessness daily. I could really see myself as being part of the homeless family. Sleeping in a dungy cubicle in a homeless shelter. Standing in food lines. Watching pirated flicks with my homeless buddy and his cohorts. In comparison, Slob Manor is more like a mortuary. Happy Saturnalia!
Sunday, December 23, 2012
Mayan Molech
I continue to remain detached from world affairs, but I am vigilant nonetheless. We already know that a global nuclear confrontation could happen at any time. The "tipping point" is close. Global climate change is supposedly approaching the "tipping point" in forty years. However, climate models have been too conservative. Twenty years is more likely.
Then, there's the global financial crisis. The "tipping point" could happen any time now. Two possible scenarios have been suggested: collapse of the bond market and currency collapse. All of the relevant global central banks have been monetizing their respective sovereign debts through the policy of "quantitative easing" and zero percent interest rates. The empire's central bank alone has added over $17 trillion in questionable debt instruments (mostly bonds) onto its balance sheet. It will be adding on an additional $1 trillion every year forever. There is apparently no exit strategy.
All relevant global central banks are also debasing their respective currencies in order to achieve a currency exchange advantage. The idea is to debase the value of the currency with respect to other currencies in order to boost exports. The debased value of all global currencies is so dangerously low that hyperinflation is now a real risk.
Even a controlled correction by the central banks will induce another economic depression. However, the longer such corrections are postponed, the worst the outcome will be. I would assume that, if the markets were not heavily manipulated, interest rates would surge up to thirty percent or more. There would be a lot of bankruptcies. Sovereign nations would default on all debt. Lots of pain and suffering would ensue.
The endless theatrics in empire about the "fiscal cliff" is pure nonsense. The "austerity" measures will do nothing to offset government debt. Only the poor and destitute will suffer. That seems to be the sole purpose of the fruitless exercise.
If I were younger, then I would probably give little thought to the situation. However, I am a senior citizen with only a handful of good years remaining. I won't be resilient enough to survive a tragic ordeal. If social order were to break down, I would perish. Gold bars will not spare me.
Speaking of gold, there are rumors that China may make announcement in the near future that its currency will be partially backed by gold. China has been mining, purchasing, and stockpiling gold like there's no tomorrow. Currency wars can lead to hot wars, by the way. For the love of Molech, why are humans so stupid?
Then, there's the global financial crisis. The "tipping point" could happen any time now. Two possible scenarios have been suggested: collapse of the bond market and currency collapse. All of the relevant global central banks have been monetizing their respective sovereign debts through the policy of "quantitative easing" and zero percent interest rates. The empire's central bank alone has added over $17 trillion in questionable debt instruments (mostly bonds) onto its balance sheet. It will be adding on an additional $1 trillion every year forever. There is apparently no exit strategy.
All relevant global central banks are also debasing their respective currencies in order to achieve a currency exchange advantage. The idea is to debase the value of the currency with respect to other currencies in order to boost exports. The debased value of all global currencies is so dangerously low that hyperinflation is now a real risk.
Even a controlled correction by the central banks will induce another economic depression. However, the longer such corrections are postponed, the worst the outcome will be. I would assume that, if the markets were not heavily manipulated, interest rates would surge up to thirty percent or more. There would be a lot of bankruptcies. Sovereign nations would default on all debt. Lots of pain and suffering would ensue.
The endless theatrics in empire about the "fiscal cliff" is pure nonsense. The "austerity" measures will do nothing to offset government debt. Only the poor and destitute will suffer. That seems to be the sole purpose of the fruitless exercise.
If I were younger, then I would probably give little thought to the situation. However, I am a senior citizen with only a handful of good years remaining. I won't be resilient enough to survive a tragic ordeal. If social order were to break down, I would perish. Gold bars will not spare me.
Speaking of gold, there are rumors that China may make announcement in the near future that its currency will be partially backed by gold. China has been mining, purchasing, and stockpiling gold like there's no tomorrow. Currency wars can lead to hot wars, by the way. For the love of Molech, why are humans so stupid?
Saturday, December 22, 2012
After the End of the World
I am rethinking coffee time in the morning. I have grown very weary of standing in line, being disappointed when I don't receive the senior citizen discount (even though I do not qualify), and having to observe myriad senior citizens in varying states of decrepitude. In other words, the enjoyment is rapidly diminishing. So, I am considering the elimination of coffee time except for Sunday.
In place of coffee, I am considering tea, Earl Grey to be exact. I will make it myself in the morning and take it along on my daily bus commute to town. Obviously, I will have to invest in a suitable stainless steel travel cup. More expenses, but less costly in the long run. Seriously, I have no choice since the world did not end yesterday.
No outing to the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala this evening. Everyone at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) was gone. Well, Tom was upstairs, but he appeared to be behaving himself. So, I decided to take advantage of the relative peace and quiet. Had the world ended yesterday, I would not have to deal with the nonsense at the dump anymore.
Anyway, I am back to the same ol' shit. I mummified more useless paperwork. The homeless strategic plan will have to be revisited. The purchase of gold bars is still a consideration. We will just have to wait for the next turnover of the Mayan calendar in a few thousand years. Sheesh!
In place of coffee, I am considering tea, Earl Grey to be exact. I will make it myself in the morning and take it along on my daily bus commute to town. Obviously, I will have to invest in a suitable stainless steel travel cup. More expenses, but less costly in the long run. Seriously, I have no choice since the world did not end yesterday.
No outing to the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala this evening. Everyone at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) was gone. Well, Tom was upstairs, but he appeared to be behaving himself. So, I decided to take advantage of the relative peace and quiet. Had the world ended yesterday, I would not have to deal with the nonsense at the dump anymore.
Anyway, I am back to the same ol' shit. I mummified more useless paperwork. The homeless strategic plan will have to be revisited. The purchase of gold bars is still a consideration. We will just have to wait for the next turnover of the Mayan calendar in a few thousand years. Sheesh!
Friday, December 21, 2012
3 Kankin 4 Ahau
(13.0.0.0.0) Extra! Extra! Read all about it! The world has come to an end! Really? No, not really. The Mayans were wrong. Well, actually the Mayans never predicted the end of the world. Rather, they predicted the resetting of their calendar. Doh! Usual Hawai'i Kai visit. Nothing to report.
Thursday, December 20, 2012
Post No. 2,426
I ran into Kevin, the burly homeless guy, on the bus this morning. He just had breakfast at a local church charity. I had just picked up my mail, specifically the insurance documents for the detestable "condotel" unit. We were both heading to the public library. Along the way, Kevin pointed out the building (with the statue of King Kamehameha in front) that he has been using as a shelter at night. It is the same building that is featured as the headquarters of a fictional local police task force on a popular tube series. Mark also happens to work in that same building.
A couple of days ago, our most famous Senator of empire, Dan Inouye, passed on. The event, of course, confirmed my suspicions about why Neil Abercrombie resigned from Congress to run for and win the office of governor of Hawai'i in the last election. With Inouye's passing, the governor will appoint a successor. The game is to keep Hawai'i firmly in the hands of the Democrats. Obviously, politics in Hawai'i is corrupt. No real news there.
Everything is still "up in the air" here. Absolutely no progress is being made. No confirmed decisions. We all know the drill already. Sheesh!
A couple of days ago, our most famous Senator of empire, Dan Inouye, passed on. The event, of course, confirmed my suspicions about why Neil Abercrombie resigned from Congress to run for and win the office of governor of Hawai'i in the last election. With Inouye's passing, the governor will appoint a successor. The game is to keep Hawai'i firmly in the hands of the Democrats. Obviously, politics in Hawai'i is corrupt. No real news there.
Everything is still "up in the air" here. Absolutely no progress is being made. No confirmed decisions. We all know the drill already. Sheesh!
Wednesday, December 19, 2012
Random Fodder
At the public library, I perused the book, "At Liberty to Die: The Battle for Death With Dignity in America," by Howard Ball. Might I suggest reading the first three chapters at the least. I will probably discuss a few relevant topics in the near future.
The other day, I read an interesting article by Guy McPherson titled, "Playing Court Jester." McPherson speaks candidly about the problems confronting humanity, but he often experiences opposition even from people in the same camp. While it's true that industrial civilization must end in order for the planet to survive, there is also a dark side to the prescription. If industrial civilization were to collapse, humans would immediately face the "Great Die-Off." There would be no way to support a population of over seven billion people in "grassroots" fashion.
Very little else to discuss. I have been preoccupied with my exit strategy from society. I am also pondering my options about what I will do when moms passes on. The future is here. Actually, the future for me had arrived a while back, but I kept myself cloaked in denial.
The other day, I read an interesting article by Guy McPherson titled, "Playing Court Jester." McPherson speaks candidly about the problems confronting humanity, but he often experiences opposition even from people in the same camp. While it's true that industrial civilization must end in order for the planet to survive, there is also a dark side to the prescription. If industrial civilization were to collapse, humans would immediately face the "Great Die-Off." There would be no way to support a population of over seven billion people in "grassroots" fashion.
Very little else to discuss. I have been preoccupied with my exit strategy from society. I am also pondering my options about what I will do when moms passes on. The future is here. Actually, the future for me had arrived a while back, but I kept myself cloaked in denial.
Tuesday, December 18, 2012
Homeless Fodder (Again)
I ran into my homeless buddy this morning at the public library. He has purchased two new computers, a notebook and a desktop model. He donated four computers to avoid children's charity in Palolo. The desktop computer stays at the Next Step homeless shelter. At night, he offers viewings of the latest pirated flicks in his cubicle to some of the other homeless residents. Apparently, the widescreen LCD monitor is fairly large.
My homeless buddy also mentioned a studio rental available near downtown for $450 per month. He is going to retrieve an application for me. I don't know. Perhaps I really belong in the Next Step homeless shelter with my fellow losers. There are apparently several openings because a number of people were evicted.
My homeless buddy also mentioned a studio rental available near downtown for $450 per month. He is going to retrieve an application for me. I don't know. Perhaps I really belong in the Next Step homeless shelter with my fellow losers. There are apparently several openings because a number of people were evicted.
Monday, December 17, 2012
Earl Grey Tea Fodder
Usual Hawai'i Kai visit. Moms was not feeling well at all. Vertigo, nausea, not good. So, our Monday shopping excursions has been postponed until Friday. When moms is not feeling well, moms looks really old. Very disconcerting. Otherwise, nothing to report.
I was in a bad way when I arrived back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing). Tom's ex-wife dropped off the sixteen-year-old daughter off this morning. There's been non-stop noise upstairs. Lots of thuds as well as furniture being dragged around. I have no idea about what Tom and his daughter are doing, but the shit goes on continously until they go to sleep. I departed for the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala two hours earlier than usual. Otherwise, there was a good chance that some kind of homicidal rampage would erupt.
I loitered around the mall for over two hours. I finally ended up at the bookstore at the usual time. I treated myself to a cup of Earl Grey tea (the choice of Captain Picard from Star Trek: TNG) and a big-ass chocolate chip cookie. I felt better.
Moms' illness this morning has once again brought up the uncomfortable matter of mortality. More so, I am keenly aware that anything could happen at any time. And, I am still totally unprepared. I am still enslaved to the "system."
On a side note, I sent the information about the property insurance to the condominium association. In the guise of updating my personal information, I also declared that I was homeless. Then, I responded to the shady insurance agent and informed him about the property insurance and my homeless status. I have not heard from either entity since then. Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa!
I was in a bad way when I arrived back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing). Tom's ex-wife dropped off the sixteen-year-old daughter off this morning. There's been non-stop noise upstairs. Lots of thuds as well as furniture being dragged around. I have no idea about what Tom and his daughter are doing, but the shit goes on continously until they go to sleep. I departed for the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala two hours earlier than usual. Otherwise, there was a good chance that some kind of homicidal rampage would erupt.
I loitered around the mall for over two hours. I finally ended up at the bookstore at the usual time. I treated myself to a cup of Earl Grey tea (the choice of Captain Picard from Star Trek: TNG) and a big-ass chocolate chip cookie. I felt better.
Moms' illness this morning has once again brought up the uncomfortable matter of mortality. More so, I am keenly aware that anything could happen at any time. And, I am still totally unprepared. I am still enslaved to the "system."
On a side note, I sent the information about the property insurance to the condominium association. In the guise of updating my personal information, I also declared that I was homeless. Then, I responded to the shady insurance agent and informed him about the property insurance and my homeless status. I have not heard from either entity since then. Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa!
Sunday, December 16, 2012
Money Fodder
Coffee time in the morning continues unabated. If I could put an end to the benign activity, I would save $30 per month. Sadly, coffee time is the last of my worldly pleasures. I am truly at peace when I sip a nice hot "cup of Joe."
I confirmed that I could change the automatic payment for my gym membership from my checking account to my one and only credit card. The plan, of course, was to transition everything from my checking account except the mortgage and maintenance fee for the detestable "condotel" unit. In other words, I was preparing to deliberately default on the loan just to get out of debt slavery. Then, I realized that there's no way out. The bank, condominium association, and the city would send everything to a collection agency. I would be in deep shit.
I have estimated that about two months would be required for me to draw out $100,000 from my investment accounts without incurring the cost of a wire transfer to my local bank. Obviously, I am still contemplating the purchase of gold bars. No final decision yet, though.
The den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala was extremely crowded this evening. All of the stores are open late for everyone's Saturnalia shopping pleasure. Fools were spending money like there's no tomorrow. There were a few losers walking around by themselves, the ol' lavahead being one. Fortunately, no one notices or cares about losers.
I confirmed that I could change the automatic payment for my gym membership from my checking account to my one and only credit card. The plan, of course, was to transition everything from my checking account except the mortgage and maintenance fee for the detestable "condotel" unit. In other words, I was preparing to deliberately default on the loan just to get out of debt slavery. Then, I realized that there's no way out. The bank, condominium association, and the city would send everything to a collection agency. I would be in deep shit.
I have estimated that about two months would be required for me to draw out $100,000 from my investment accounts without incurring the cost of a wire transfer to my local bank. Obviously, I am still contemplating the purchase of gold bars. No final decision yet, though.
The den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala was extremely crowded this evening. All of the stores are open late for everyone's Saturnalia shopping pleasure. Fools were spending money like there's no tomorrow. There were a few losers walking around by themselves, the ol' lavahead being one. Fortunately, no one notices or cares about losers.
Saturday, December 15, 2012
Tipping Point
Very little to report. Yeah, same ol' shit. I have commenced the purging of non-essential paperwork with respect to the detestable "condotel" unit. I am tired of archiving the crap. Paperwork is another aspect of the failed "immortality narratives."
I mentioned that the tablet computer accompanies me every day. Yet, I never deploy the device. Oddly, I am able to compose vivid narratives for the "blog" in my mind. However, when I finally deploy the tablet computer in the evening, my inspiration has vanished. Actually, that's good. Otherwise, I may waste too much time on trivial diatribes. Worst yet, I'd be repeating myself.
I will make one small correction to my analysis back in September about the inevitability of a global nuclear conflagration. Let's just say that the consequences are still inevitable, but the planners were not betting on such an outcome. Take a good look at a world map. Find Syria and Iran. Every other nation-state in the region is a vassal of empire.
What becomes really obvious is that the entire enterprise of the empire's imperialism is aimed at Russia and China. The game is brinkmanship, and the empire and its axis of vassals are winning. The reason? The leadership of both Russia and China know that any confrontation will rapidly escalate to thermonuclear war. The empire's leaders (and planners), engourged with arrogance, have become extremely brazen in their belief that Russia and China are cowering in fear. So, they keep "pushing the envelope." Eventually, due to sheer stupidity, the point of no return will be breached.
Empires of "Western civilization" historically have subdued their enemies and reduced them to subordinate vassals. A puppet government subservient to empire is installed with little regard for the vassal's population. Megalomania, of course, is natural in progression. That's exactly what's going on currently. The megalomaniacs of empire will not rest until Russia and China are reduced to vassal states.
Nothing really matters, I suppose. Humans are on the path of self-destruction no matter what. We've got several different routes to the same end. And, we're barreling down all of them at full speed to insure our quick extinction. We're talking about dynamic systems here. There's going to be a "tipping point." Doesn't really matter what, be it political, economic, financial, ecological, and so forth. Once the "tipping point" has been crossed, the resulting change will be abrupt and severe. Molech, have mercy!
I mentioned that the tablet computer accompanies me every day. Yet, I never deploy the device. Oddly, I am able to compose vivid narratives for the "blog" in my mind. However, when I finally deploy the tablet computer in the evening, my inspiration has vanished. Actually, that's good. Otherwise, I may waste too much time on trivial diatribes. Worst yet, I'd be repeating myself.
I will make one small correction to my analysis back in September about the inevitability of a global nuclear conflagration. Let's just say that the consequences are still inevitable, but the planners were not betting on such an outcome. Take a good look at a world map. Find Syria and Iran. Every other nation-state in the region is a vassal of empire.
What becomes really obvious is that the entire enterprise of the empire's imperialism is aimed at Russia and China. The game is brinkmanship, and the empire and its axis of vassals are winning. The reason? The leadership of both Russia and China know that any confrontation will rapidly escalate to thermonuclear war. The empire's leaders (and planners), engourged with arrogance, have become extremely brazen in their belief that Russia and China are cowering in fear. So, they keep "pushing the envelope." Eventually, due to sheer stupidity, the point of no return will be breached.
Empires of "Western civilization" historically have subdued their enemies and reduced them to subordinate vassals. A puppet government subservient to empire is installed with little regard for the vassal's population. Megalomania, of course, is natural in progression. That's exactly what's going on currently. The megalomaniacs of empire will not rest until Russia and China are reduced to vassal states.
Nothing really matters, I suppose. Humans are on the path of self-destruction no matter what. We've got several different routes to the same end. And, we're barreling down all of them at full speed to insure our quick extinction. We're talking about dynamic systems here. There's going to be a "tipping point." Doesn't really matter what, be it political, economic, financial, ecological, and so forth. Once the "tipping point" has been crossed, the resulting change will be abrupt and severe. Molech, have mercy!
Friday, December 14, 2012
Ruse (Continued)
The empire has a real looming budget deficit of $87 trillion when unfunded liabilities are included. Unfunded because the "trust funds" have been pillaged. Real unemployment is hovering near 25 percent. One of the metrics for the central bank's detestable zero interest rate policy (ZIRP) is the unemployment rate. ZIRP will remain in effect until unemployment drops to about six percent (using doctored empire figures). With the empire's economy in contraction, the only way that unemployment will decrease is if large numbers of the unemployed lose their unemployment benefits. Cutting off extended benefits will also accelerate the process since the doctored statistics exclude those former wage slaves. The situation is a real mess, but the financial fraud continues unabated.
I suspect that the situation will worsen with each passing year. Only scattered patches of empire will do moderately well. Hawai'i appears to be included in the latter. As long as tourism and the military-industrial complex flourish, then Hawai'i will stay somewhat afloat. Otherwise, usual Hawai'i Kai visit. Nothing to report.
I suspect that the situation will worsen with each passing year. Only scattered patches of empire will do moderately well. Hawai'i appears to be included in the latter. As long as tourism and the military-industrial complex flourish, then Hawai'i will stay somewhat afloat. Otherwise, usual Hawai'i Kai visit. Nothing to report.
Thursday, December 13, 2012
Ruse
I continue with my daily exercise routine even though I know that it is increasingly turning into a farce. At 58 years of age, I am rapidly approaching the threshold of diminishing returns. At a certain point, the body will simply refuse to cooperate. Then, it begins the downward degenerative slide.
I have been able to maintain the ruse so far. However, I have observed that guys in my age group (and above) all have large abdominal "spare tires." The chicks in my age group have the "extreme pear." What more can I say? Of course, the ruse itself is based on the ridiculous "immortality narratives." In retrospect, it's all stupid.
Speaking of ruses, the empire's central bank has increased its monthly "quantitative easing" quota by over 100 percent to $85 billion, effective immediately. How can there still be that much in toxic "paper" every month? Obviously, the same kinds of financial fraud are still continuing unabated. In addition, the central bank has now tied its zero interest rate policy (ZIRP) to the "state of the economy." ZIRP will remain in effect until certain economic metrics are met. In other words, ZIRP is permanent, just as I predicted. Fucking chicken farm.
I have been able to maintain the ruse so far. However, I have observed that guys in my age group (and above) all have large abdominal "spare tires." The chicks in my age group have the "extreme pear." What more can I say? Of course, the ruse itself is based on the ridiculous "immortality narratives." In retrospect, it's all stupid.
Speaking of ruses, the empire's central bank has increased its monthly "quantitative easing" quota by over 100 percent to $85 billion, effective immediately. How can there still be that much in toxic "paper" every month? Obviously, the same kinds of financial fraud are still continuing unabated. In addition, the central bank has now tied its zero interest rate policy (ZIRP) to the "state of the economy." ZIRP will remain in effect until certain economic metrics are met. In other words, ZIRP is permanent, just as I predicted. Fucking chicken farm.
Wednesday, December 12, 2012
12.12.12
I suffered a couple of dizzy spells, the spinning room variety, early this morning. Dismayed, I carried on with the same ol' shit nonetheless. I managed to stop off at the office of my automobile insurance provider and obtained coverage for the detestable "condotel" unit. Perhaps the dread of spending more money on insurance is the reason why I had suffered from the dizziness earlier. The "ownership" society is literally killing me.
Yesterday, I neglected to mention that I completed the perusal of the book, "No One Has to Die Alone: Preparing for a Meaningful Death," by Lani Leary. Not just for caregivers or the terminally ill, the book is meaningful for all mortal humans. My current interest in mortality may seem morbid, but I beg to differ. Mortality is really all that we have that has any true meaning. It is the only truth, the absolute truth. Denial of mortality is the denial of truth.
Have you been reading the "mainstream" news about the latest in financial fraud? A certain UK bank has been forced pay a pittance for penalty after a huge money laundering scheme was uncovered. Deferred prosecution, no criminal indictments. The bank was "too big to prosecute," according to the empire's "justice (sic) system." The criminal activity was peaking at the time of the global financial collapse. In effect, the laundered drug money was allegedly the only liquidity that kept the global economy afloat at the time. Little wonder why the rank-and-file peons are routinely going on homicidal rampages. If we really understood mortality, very little of that rubbish would be tolerated.
Yesterday, I neglected to mention that I completed the perusal of the book, "No One Has to Die Alone: Preparing for a Meaningful Death," by Lani Leary. Not just for caregivers or the terminally ill, the book is meaningful for all mortal humans. My current interest in mortality may seem morbid, but I beg to differ. Mortality is really all that we have that has any true meaning. It is the only truth, the absolute truth. Denial of mortality is the denial of truth.
Have you been reading the "mainstream" news about the latest in financial fraud? A certain UK bank has been forced pay a pittance for penalty after a huge money laundering scheme was uncovered. Deferred prosecution, no criminal indictments. The bank was "too big to prosecute," according to the empire's "justice (sic) system." The criminal activity was peaking at the time of the global financial collapse. In effect, the laundered drug money was allegedly the only liquidity that kept the global economy afloat at the time. Little wonder why the rank-and-file peons are routinely going on homicidal rampages. If we really understood mortality, very little of that rubbish would be tolerated.
Tuesday, December 11, 2012
Post No. 2,417
I ran into my homeless buddy this morning outside the public library. He told me that he and several of the other Next Step homeless shelter residents suffered from food poisoning last night. Tainted food from the evening meal was implicated. My homeless buddy checked in at a medical clinic this morning and was treated.
I also ran into Ralph, former Dean of a local community college. He has returned to teaching. The story is slightly more complicated. He had resigned as Dean because he was certain that he would be selected for a professorial opening. Unfortunately, the position was offered to someone else who did not even meet the requirements. Ralph is seeking legal advice about his subsequent course of action. Of course, we already know about the rampant backstabbing that occurs in educational institutions. Too many faggots and weasels.
Well, I was fortunate to find the episode of "Futurama" and download it to the tablet computer last night. I can't say that I am a fan of the series, though. Perhaps I am too old to comprehend the humor. I did, however, appreciate the strange correlation to Ernest Becker's monumental work, "The Denial of Death."
I also ran into Ralph, former Dean of a local community college. He has returned to teaching. The story is slightly more complicated. He had resigned as Dean because he was certain that he would be selected for a professorial opening. Unfortunately, the position was offered to someone else who did not even meet the requirements. Ralph is seeking legal advice about his subsequent course of action. Of course, we already know about the rampant backstabbing that occurs in educational institutions. Too many faggots and weasels.
Well, I was fortunate to find the episode of "Futurama" and download it to the tablet computer last night. I can't say that I am a fan of the series, though. Perhaps I am too old to comprehend the humor. I did, however, appreciate the strange correlation to Ernest Becker's monumental work, "The Denial of Death."
Monday, December 10, 2012
Lethal Inspection
I have been reading the "Denial File" (an offshoot of the Ernest Becker Foundation) on-line. Very interesting commentaries. I found one entry to be of particular interest last night. The post titled, "Lethal Inspection," was composed by contributor Cory Foster. The title refers to an episode (with the same title) of the animated series, "Futurama," in which the robot, Bender, discovers that a certain "immortality" chip is missing from his circuitry. "This effectively makes him mortal. His reaction is one of rage and violence, and he vows to take revenge on the assembly line inspector whose responsibility it was to make sure that Bender was built to industry standards. He travels through North America on a frantic search for this 'Inspector 5,' and eventually winds up in Tijuana, where he was built," Foster chronicles. The tie-in, of course, is with concepts in the book, "The Denial of Death," by Ernest Becker. I am now frantically looking for the video clip to download onto my tablet computer.
Rage and violence. Sound familiar? Yeah, failed "immortality narratives." Humans never seem to tire of playing the same old games. I am inclined to believe that the model of the five stages of grief developed by Elisabeth Kübler-Ross is relevant over the course of a human lifetime just as it applies to those who are near the end. The actual stages seem to be invoked after adolescence, coincidentally with the emergence of increased self-awareness. What do you think?
All human endeavors have been in vain. The majority of people would take issue with the latter thought. The belief in human exceptionalism can blind the best of us. All of the improvements that have come about through centuries of innovation have only served to increase the human population exponentially. That's the bottom line. Now, every aspect of our many failed and failing paradigms requires "growth." That, my friends, ultimately means population growth. We've lost our way a long time ago. We're only left with entropy to solve our problems in the harshest manner. Oh well. Otherwise, usual Hawai'i Kai visit. Nothing to report.
Rage and violence. Sound familiar? Yeah, failed "immortality narratives." Humans never seem to tire of playing the same old games. I am inclined to believe that the model of the five stages of grief developed by Elisabeth Kübler-Ross is relevant over the course of a human lifetime just as it applies to those who are near the end. The actual stages seem to be invoked after adolescence, coincidentally with the emergence of increased self-awareness. What do you think?
All human endeavors have been in vain. The majority of people would take issue with the latter thought. The belief in human exceptionalism can blind the best of us. All of the improvements that have come about through centuries of innovation have only served to increase the human population exponentially. That's the bottom line. Now, every aspect of our many failed and failing paradigms requires "growth." That, my friends, ultimately means population growth. We've lost our way a long time ago. We're only left with entropy to solve our problems in the harshest manner. Oh well. Otherwise, usual Hawai'i Kai visit. Nothing to report.
Sunday, December 09, 2012
Fraud
After receiving two dubious pieces of e-mail about insuring the detestable "condotel" unit, I finally realized the more sinister connotations. The originator of the e-mail was not the devious owners association. Rather, the sender was the insurance agent for the blanket policy that covers the entire property. Odd? Upon closer scrutiny, not really.
Long story short, the insurance industry is on the verge of structural failure. The zero interest rate policy (ZIRP) of the empire's central bank is about to expose the entire insurance Ponzi scheme for what it is. At stake are the victims' premiums, payouts, annuities, and pensions. That's why the insurance industry is seeking to reduce its reserve requirements. Cash needs to be made available for more speculative investments with returns greater than zero percent. Expect a bailout of the insurance industry down the road.
The entire finance, insurance, and real estate (FIRE) sector is riddled with fraud. And, it's getting worse because there's no regulation and no accountability. I don't know why I keep repeating myself about nonsense no one else cares about. Right now, everyone is more concerned about purchasing useless junk to offer as gifts. Money is being used as a proxy for caring. Saturnalia, just as fraudulent as FIRE. Fucking chicken farm.
Long story short, the insurance industry is on the verge of structural failure. The zero interest rate policy (ZIRP) of the empire's central bank is about to expose the entire insurance Ponzi scheme for what it is. At stake are the victims' premiums, payouts, annuities, and pensions. That's why the insurance industry is seeking to reduce its reserve requirements. Cash needs to be made available for more speculative investments with returns greater than zero percent. Expect a bailout of the insurance industry down the road.
The entire finance, insurance, and real estate (FIRE) sector is riddled with fraud. And, it's getting worse because there's no regulation and no accountability. I don't know why I keep repeating myself about nonsense no one else cares about. Right now, everyone is more concerned about purchasing useless junk to offer as gifts. Money is being used as a proxy for caring. Saturnalia, just as fraudulent as FIRE. Fucking chicken farm.
Saturday, December 08, 2012
Fodder for Pariahs
The "ownership" society is killing me. That's the honest truth. Not to mention the chicken farm conditions that we rank-and-file peons must endure. Well, the chicken farm is the long-term result of the "ownership" society (which is a product of the failed "immortality narratives"). "Ownership" is a ludicrous concept. Just ask the victims of Hurricane Sandy.
I am now seriously contemplating the purchase of $100,000 in gold bars prior to my escape from the "system." I really don't know how to handle the storage of the latter and the residual cash. All I know is that I cannot remain a slave for my remaining handful of years. I must know true freedom before I cease to exist.
The Next Step homeless shelter is no longer an option. My homeless buddy has continued to weave a tale of total dereliction in the dump. If I opt for homelessness, I will have to "hit the streets." The shelter is also maintaining a paper trail for all of its residents. Unacceptable.
On a side note, I never realized what a nightmare that humanity has become until I removed the blinders of ignorance. We have been born into the "system," so we did not know better. We must peel back layer upon layer of indoctrinated nonsense before we can even approach some semblance of truth. Subsequently, there's no turning back. Welcome, fellow pariahs!
I am now seriously contemplating the purchase of $100,000 in gold bars prior to my escape from the "system." I really don't know how to handle the storage of the latter and the residual cash. All I know is that I cannot remain a slave for my remaining handful of years. I must know true freedom before I cease to exist.
The Next Step homeless shelter is no longer an option. My homeless buddy has continued to weave a tale of total dereliction in the dump. If I opt for homelessness, I will have to "hit the streets." The shelter is also maintaining a paper trail for all of its residents. Unacceptable.
On a side note, I never realized what a nightmare that humanity has become until I removed the blinders of ignorance. We have been born into the "system," so we did not know better. We must peel back layer upon layer of indoctrinated nonsense before we can even approach some semblance of truth. Subsequently, there's no turning back. Welcome, fellow pariahs!
Friday, December 07, 2012
Beyond the Chicken Farm
I experienced a very strange dream last night. Even though I awoke twice to "drain the lizard," the dream continued once I fell asleep. I will only provide a synopsis. I was employed by an unnamed farcical educational institution. All of the personnel were actual people whom I have worked with before. The head of the institution was a young hottie, whom I have never seen before. Baby came on to the ol' lavahead. The resulting debauchery was beyond imagination. Needless to say, I was both fatigued and dumbfounded all day. Oh yeah, usual Hawai'i Kai visit. Nothing to report.
The global chicken farm is in a terrible disarray. The buildup to the "Libya-tion" of Syria is accelerating. The same sorry-ass script is being deployed again, although few of the empire's moronic cannon fodder can identify the similarities. Lots of innocent Syrians will end up as "collateral damage" (i.e., cadavers), just as they did in Iraq, Afghanistan, Yemen, Libya, and so forth. Once the absolute truths are discovered, once the "immortality narratives" are discarded, then the senselessness of it all can be exposed. Unfortunately, unfounded beliefs (like bad religion), keeps the killing and maiming at a fever pitch.
By the way, I came to the realization today that taxes are not necessary. After the global money "system" proved itself to be a big joke, the idea of wages and taxes is centered on control of the population. Currently all central banks are monetizing their respective sovereign debts. In other words, the central bank buys up all of the government bonds and exchanges them for "paper" money. Take a look at the empire's debt. It keeps growing and growing. Tax revenues will never keep up. So, the debt will most likely never be repaid. Money created out of nothing is funding the endless imperial wars. Why not just float more bonds to pay everyone (i.e., rank-and-file peons) a living wage or a significant lump sum? Yes, that's entirely possible. However, the moneychangers and powers-that-be won't have it. Fucking chicken farm.
The global chicken farm is in a terrible disarray. The buildup to the "Libya-tion" of Syria is accelerating. The same sorry-ass script is being deployed again, although few of the empire's moronic cannon fodder can identify the similarities. Lots of innocent Syrians will end up as "collateral damage" (i.e., cadavers), just as they did in Iraq, Afghanistan, Yemen, Libya, and so forth. Once the absolute truths are discovered, once the "immortality narratives" are discarded, then the senselessness of it all can be exposed. Unfortunately, unfounded beliefs (like bad religion), keeps the killing and maiming at a fever pitch.
By the way, I came to the realization today that taxes are not necessary. After the global money "system" proved itself to be a big joke, the idea of wages and taxes is centered on control of the population. Currently all central banks are monetizing their respective sovereign debts. In other words, the central bank buys up all of the government bonds and exchanges them for "paper" money. Take a look at the empire's debt. It keeps growing and growing. Tax revenues will never keep up. So, the debt will most likely never be repaid. Money created out of nothing is funding the endless imperial wars. Why not just float more bonds to pay everyone (i.e., rank-and-file peons) a living wage or a significant lump sum? Yes, that's entirely possible. However, the moneychangers and powers-that-be won't have it. Fucking chicken farm.
Thursday, December 06, 2012
Chicken Farm
The world of humans is a chicken farm (refer to the documentary video, "Food, Inc." for a good view of a chicken farm). "Civilization" is a chicken farm. Society is a chicken farm. We are the chickens.
With each passing day, I am becoming more and more aware of the farce. Once the virulent "immortality narratives" have been inoculated, once the failed "civilization" paradigm has been discarded, once the denial of mortality has been neutralized, then there is nothing left but the naked truth. We have created a global chicken farm with recursive chicken farms for all other species of life.
I ran into Kevin, the burly homeless guy, and confirmed that he was at Kawaikui Beach Park yesterday. He spent the time there in an inebriated state. A few minutes later, I espied Kevin in the public library's restroom with a cohort who was splitting a bottle of Vodka between them. Lots of new homeless faces, by the way. Chicken farm.
This afternoon, I spent the last half of the bus ride back to Slob Manor (read: rental housing) standing up because an extremely obese bitch had sat next to me. Or, should I say, sat on me. The layers of viscous blubber oozed over my arm and leg. Of course, within a few seconds, the amorphous blob was coated with perspiration. Rather than sit there and end up soaked with the hideous creature's sweat and odor, I chose to relinquish the seat. The huge balloon of fat then molded itself to fit two seats. Fucking chicken farm.
With each passing day, I am becoming more and more aware of the farce. Once the virulent "immortality narratives" have been inoculated, once the failed "civilization" paradigm has been discarded, once the denial of mortality has been neutralized, then there is nothing left but the naked truth. We have created a global chicken farm with recursive chicken farms for all other species of life.
I ran into Kevin, the burly homeless guy, and confirmed that he was at Kawaikui Beach Park yesterday. He spent the time there in an inebriated state. A few minutes later, I espied Kevin in the public library's restroom with a cohort who was splitting a bottle of Vodka between them. Lots of new homeless faces, by the way. Chicken farm.
This afternoon, I spent the last half of the bus ride back to Slob Manor (read: rental housing) standing up because an extremely obese bitch had sat next to me. Or, should I say, sat on me. The layers of viscous blubber oozed over my arm and leg. Of course, within a few seconds, the amorphous blob was coated with perspiration. Rather than sit there and end up soaked with the hideous creature's sweat and odor, I chose to relinquish the seat. The huge balloon of fat then molded itself to fit two seats. Fucking chicken farm.
Wednesday, December 05, 2012
Wishful Fodder
Yesterday at Slob Manor (read: rental housing), Alan summarized his retirement plans during our brief conversation. He plans to remain employed until age sixty-six. Each year, he invests $20,000 in his retirement account. He expects to have $300,000 at the end (with distributions reinvested). The money is in some kind of stock equity fund, which Alan claimed to be yielding 20 percent per annum. Upon retirement, Alan will use his monthly Social Security benefits to pay the mortgage on his "McMansion" in Arizona. For living expenses, he plans to live off of the "interest" income from his retirement account. Lots of wishful thinking, eh?
On the other hand, I have had recurring intrusive thoughts about fleeing the "system." I want to withdraw all the money in my investment and retirement accounts. About one-quarter of the proceeds would be converted to gold bars. The remaining amount would be held in useless paper money. I would then immediately default on the "condotel" mortgage, taking a nasty $80,000 "haircut." However, I would finally be free. Is such a large loss worth it? I am beginning to think so.
I really want to "wipe the slate clean" and start over again. I want complete anonymity and autonomy. Then, I want to disappear into the "underground." Homelessness? Perhaps. As of now, only freedom matters. Freedom, for fuck's sake!
This morning, while standing at the bus stop, I saw Kevin (the burly homeless guy) alight a bus on the other side of the highway. He walked into Kawaikui Beach Park and disappeared. I muttered, "What the fuck is Kevin doing over there?" That's the first time I have seen him in over a week. Aside from that, the highlight of the day was the restoration of my extreme monk haircut.
On the other hand, I have had recurring intrusive thoughts about fleeing the "system." I want to withdraw all the money in my investment and retirement accounts. About one-quarter of the proceeds would be converted to gold bars. The remaining amount would be held in useless paper money. I would then immediately default on the "condotel" mortgage, taking a nasty $80,000 "haircut." However, I would finally be free. Is such a large loss worth it? I am beginning to think so.
I really want to "wipe the slate clean" and start over again. I want complete anonymity and autonomy. Then, I want to disappear into the "underground." Homelessness? Perhaps. As of now, only freedom matters. Freedom, for fuck's sake!
This morning, while standing at the bus stop, I saw Kevin (the burly homeless guy) alight a bus on the other side of the highway. He walked into Kawaikui Beach Park and disappeared. I muttered, "What the fuck is Kevin doing over there?" That's the first time I have seen him in over a week. Aside from that, the highlight of the day was the restoration of my extreme monk haircut.
Tuesday, December 04, 2012
Old Man Stories II
"First the glasses, now hearing aids," Alan lamented to me this morning at Slob Manor (read: rental housing). "After turning 60 years old, everything has been downhill." He then showed me his new $2,000 over-the-ear hearing aid. Alan had no choice. His employer will force early retirement upon him if he can't pass the hearing test. Frankly, the real plan is probably to replace Alan with someone younger at entry level wages. Of course, that would ruin Alan's grandiose retirement plans.
My homeless buddy was somewhat upset this morning. He was interested in finding a decent wage slave job, but he has thus far only received referrals to minimum wage dishwasher positions. If he earns less than his current disability benefits, then he may as well remain unemployed. My homeless buddy is 54 years old, obviously no "Spring chicken." He is running out of options. We chatted only briefly because he had to meet up with the homeless work detail. All able-bodied homeless males from the Next Step homeless shelter were required to work for four hours this afternoon putting up Saturnalia decorations in the park near the shelter.
I have downloaded a handful of choice hurdy-gurdy video clips onto the tablet computer in order to "test" the dysfunctional Vienna Sausage. Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa! There won't be any kind of archive. I am simply following what Mr. Ray in Washington State once suggested: download the files as needed and dispose of them afterward. I can't access the hurdy-gurdy video files on the flash drives with the tablet computer, by the way. That's how stupid the idea of maintaining collections or archives really is. Sheesh!
My homeless buddy was somewhat upset this morning. He was interested in finding a decent wage slave job, but he has thus far only received referrals to minimum wage dishwasher positions. If he earns less than his current disability benefits, then he may as well remain unemployed. My homeless buddy is 54 years old, obviously no "Spring chicken." He is running out of options. We chatted only briefly because he had to meet up with the homeless work detail. All able-bodied homeless males from the Next Step homeless shelter were required to work for four hours this afternoon putting up Saturnalia decorations in the park near the shelter.
I have downloaded a handful of choice hurdy-gurdy video clips onto the tablet computer in order to "test" the dysfunctional Vienna Sausage. Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa! There won't be any kind of archive. I am simply following what Mr. Ray in Washington State once suggested: download the files as needed and dispose of them afterward. I can't access the hurdy-gurdy video files on the flash drives with the tablet computer, by the way. That's how stupid the idea of maintaining collections or archives really is. Sheesh!
Monday, December 03, 2012
Old Man Stories I
Very disturbing. I have noticed that the skin on my arms and the back of my hands is no longer smooth. The texture is "crinkly" (for lack of a better term). In other words, the elasticity is all but gone. My palms have hundreds of wrinkle lines. The muscles in my thighs are flabby. A few years ago, my thighs were larger and rock hard. My body is in the process of decomposition. Very soon, nothing that I do will abate the physical deterioration.
The oversized cranium itself is another story. Wrinkles are becoming more pronounced, with "bags" forming below the eyes. Small old man spots and other facial blemishes are speckled generously. The facial hair is almost exclusively gray. Well, I am beginning to fit the description of "old codger."
Aside from the obvious, I have been looking and seeing things that could only be because of one of two possibilities: either I am going insane, or the entirety of humanity has gone insane. With the absolute truth in the form of Ernest Becker's book, "The Denial of Death," firmly in hand, I am assured that I am not the one suffering from insanity. Anxiety, maybe. I am an old man now, so no one will pay heed to my words. So, why bother? Oh yeah, usual Hawai'i Kai visit. Nothing to report.
The oversized cranium itself is another story. Wrinkles are becoming more pronounced, with "bags" forming below the eyes. Small old man spots and other facial blemishes are speckled generously. The facial hair is almost exclusively gray. Well, I am beginning to fit the description of "old codger."
Aside from the obvious, I have been looking and seeing things that could only be because of one of two possibilities: either I am going insane, or the entirety of humanity has gone insane. With the absolute truth in the form of Ernest Becker's book, "The Denial of Death," firmly in hand, I am assured that I am not the one suffering from insanity. Anxiety, maybe. I am an old man now, so no one will pay heed to my words. So, why bother? Oh yeah, usual Hawai'i Kai visit. Nothing to report.
Sunday, December 02, 2012
Never-Ending Shit (Reprise)
"I have more money than everyone else in there," my homeless buddy told me yesterday, referring to the other Next Step homeless shelter residents. I don't doubt him, but that's why he may not be welcome there for too much longer. If it had been me, I would probably be arrested for impersonating a homeless guy. Sheesh!
The only reason that the "blog" has yet to be mummified is my fear of becoming a simple minded media consumer. Composing the idiotic "blog" is an active, albeit benign, interaction. Otherwise, I would just be zombie tapping away at the screen on my tablet computer. That's why the transition has been postponed. Currently, I am looking at the end of the year as the official mummification date. Who knows? Who cares?
Of course, every day, same ol' shit. That's pretty much the consensus for all "blog" varieties (i.e., news, politics, finance, economics, sports, religion, conspiracy theory, and so forth). Same ol' shit is the order of the day. Movies, programs on the tube, same ol' shit. Books, comics, newspapers, same ol' shit. Stock market, mutual funds, bonds, same ol' shit. School, wage slavery, same ol' shit. Food, same ol' shit. Morons, brain donors, fools, fucktards, same ol' shit. Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa!
The only reason that the "blog" has yet to be mummified is my fear of becoming a simple minded media consumer. Composing the idiotic "blog" is an active, albeit benign, interaction. Otherwise, I would just be zombie tapping away at the screen on my tablet computer. That's why the transition has been postponed. Currently, I am looking at the end of the year as the official mummification date. Who knows? Who cares?
Of course, every day, same ol' shit. That's pretty much the consensus for all "blog" varieties (i.e., news, politics, finance, economics, sports, religion, conspiracy theory, and so forth). Same ol' shit is the order of the day. Movies, programs on the tube, same ol' shit. Books, comics, newspapers, same ol' shit. Stock market, mutual funds, bonds, same ol' shit. School, wage slavery, same ol' shit. Food, same ol' shit. Morons, brain donors, fools, fucktards, same ol' shit. Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa!
Saturday, December 01, 2012
Net Worth Boondoggle
I ran into my homeless buddy this morning. Lots of nonsense and illegal activities going on at the Next Step homeless shelter. In addition, he mentioned that he is being asked to expedite his move out of the shelter. Somehow it was discovered that he has more money than he originally claimed (even though he has stashed excess cash in a safety deposit box). I suspect that a credit check was initiated. The only transitional housing that is available is way out in Kapolei. Everything in town has a one-year waiting list. So, he's looking at camping out at a church in Kalihi. The church is apparently soliciting for homeless campers. My homeless buddy showed me the flyer with the details. He is going to check it out next week. Heck, if it looks good, I may join him. Sheesh!
The median (not mean) net worth of all the empire's households is $57,000 (of which 37 percent have $10,000 or less in assets). Can those figures really be true? I have been observing people from all walks of life spending so much money on Saturnalia that my mind was boggled. How can they spend thousands upon thousands of worthless paper money when their net worth is only a small multiple of that? I have also heard that most "Baby Boomers" only have about $25,000 in total set aside for retirement. How can that be?
After another grueling day of the same ol' shit, I decided to remain in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) for the evening. I needed a break from viewing the endless Saturnalia stupidity at the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala.
The median (not mean) net worth of all the empire's households is $57,000 (of which 37 percent have $10,000 or less in assets). Can those figures really be true? I have been observing people from all walks of life spending so much money on Saturnalia that my mind was boggled. How can they spend thousands upon thousands of worthless paper money when their net worth is only a small multiple of that? I have also heard that most "Baby Boomers" only have about $25,000 in total set aside for retirement. How can that be?
After another grueling day of the same ol' shit, I decided to remain in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) for the evening. I needed a break from viewing the endless Saturnalia stupidity at the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala.
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