Another evening of the same ol' shit has come and gone. Lockdown in my prison cell (read: little shoebox)! How can I go on with this mundanity?
Skipping my usual Sunday routine, I retrieved my truck from the Waikiki Banyan parking structure and drove out to Hawai'i Kai this morning. Once there, I went on another tanning hike up Koko Head. This time, I brought a tube of sunscreen and a bottle of water with me. I went on the hike even though I had barely recovered from the bout of sunburn last week. The hike was relaxing. On the way back down, I observed one person actually longboard surfing in Hana'uma Bay. The maximum ride that the surfer could attain was probably 50 feet. Hana'uma Bay is fairly shallow with lots of coral reefs. The surfer was able to make an abrupt turn just before the coral reefs, quite a feat with a longboard. Then, he paddled out to catch the next wave.
I spent the rest of the day in Hawai'i Kai visiting with moms. As to be expected, I walked down to the gym in Koko Marina. Moms made Curry Stew for dinner. I departed for Waikiki at 7pm. As for the rest of the evening, what can I say? I made an appearance at Barnes & Noble®. The hottie "bookseller" was on duty. Baby was looking mighty fine. I was very fatigued, so I simply meandered around the bookstore. I checked out a few Linux books as well. The main advantage of Linux, if I haven't mentioned it before, is the proliferation of young Linux hotties. E wawa! I ran into Airi, a former Diploma Mill student, at the prison transport stop (read: bus stop). I was able to chat with her for 20 minutes because the bus we were waiting for did not show up. Once back in my prison cell, I went back into lockdown.
I transferred $400 from my investment account to my local bank in order to cover more expenses. As of the beginning of this month, I have been totally reliant on the proceeds of my investment accounts. As it stands, I am only breaking even. Thus, if the interest rates were to decrease, I will be in financial chaos. I can safely say that I am one of the poor fools who are in the impoverished class. I will be part of the first or second wave of the impoverished masses to be reduced to a state of dereliction. Concurrently, the wedge that is driving the so-called "middle class" apart will finally fulfill its task. A small percentage of "middle class" satanic gargoyles will graduate to the elite class. The rest will be put in the queue slated for dereliction. In the end, we will either be in the proletariat or bourgeoisie class, the former being the most probable.
I will have no access to a computer until Tuesday, which is a blessing. I can, of course, sneak into the Apple® Store and briefly use one of the display models. Or, I can sit outside the Apple® Store and connect to the wireless network with my beloved Palm® TX. The faculty computer room at the Diploma Mill will be closed all week because new carpet is being put in. If anything, I will have to spend time in the student computer lab (just as I do on the weekends). This could have been a perfect opportunity for me to wean myself of the "blog" or commence the curtailment of regular updates. Just as a fat slob satanic gargoyle cannot resist the temptation of lard-filled Hostess® Ding Dongs, I cannot avoid "blog" gluttony. Sickening, isn't it?
Sunday, June 17, 2007
Saturday, June 16, 2007
Slow Motion
I spent most of the evening in lockdown in my prison cell (read: little shoebox), a deplorable compromise of my nightly ritual. Later, I became distraught and stir crazy. So, I spent an hour in the prison compound (read: hotel lobby) browsing through Mike Ruppert's book, "Crossing the Rubicon." I have been particularly interested in the projected timeline of events detailed in the book, much of which is unfolding as we speak.
After going into final lockdown in my prison cell for the night, I also perused Robert Fisk's book, "The Great War for Civilization." When events unfold in various parts of the Middle East, I refer to Fisk's book in order to review the historical perspective and possible antecedents. The violent rift between Fatah and Hamas is tearing apart the Palestinian nation. Yet, there can be no understanding of why such a violent clash came about until the history of the Palestinians, oppressed by both Zionist Israel and the US, is analyzed. The eruption of civil war in the Palestinian state is not just an act of random violence. Feelings of frustration and abandonment have been festering for decades.
I followed my usual Saturday routine as detailed in the April 28th "blog" titled, "Who Knew?" I have been making a concerted effort to slow down my pace. Believe me, the task has been difficult. The fact that I am a senior citizen has been been fully accepted by my physiology. My body seems to have no qualms about moving at a slower pace. However, my mind becomes impatient, anxious, as it were. I must consciously calm myself down. I must actually reason with myself to prove that there is no need to be in a hurry. Moving at a slow pace has its drawbacks. At times, I feel as though I am going to pass out from moving so slow. That's the beauty of moving in "slo-mo" (read: slow motion).
After going into final lockdown in my prison cell for the night, I also perused Robert Fisk's book, "The Great War for Civilization." When events unfold in various parts of the Middle East, I refer to Fisk's book in order to review the historical perspective and possible antecedents. The violent rift between Fatah and Hamas is tearing apart the Palestinian nation. Yet, there can be no understanding of why such a violent clash came about until the history of the Palestinians, oppressed by both Zionist Israel and the US, is analyzed. The eruption of civil war in the Palestinian state is not just an act of random violence. Feelings of frustration and abandonment have been festering for decades.
I followed my usual Saturday routine as detailed in the April 28th "blog" titled, "Who Knew?" I have been making a concerted effort to slow down my pace. Believe me, the task has been difficult. The fact that I am a senior citizen has been been fully accepted by my physiology. My body seems to have no qualms about moving at a slower pace. However, my mind becomes impatient, anxious, as it were. I must consciously calm myself down. I must actually reason with myself to prove that there is no need to be in a hurry. Moving at a slow pace has its drawbacks. At times, I feel as though I am going to pass out from moving so slow. That's the beauty of moving in "slo-mo" (read: slow motion).
Friday, June 15, 2007
Desire
I was back to my old routine again today. Yeah, same ol' shit as detailed in the April 28th "blog" titled, "Who Knew?" I have spent a considerable amount of time visiting with moms in the past week. My bro and his family will return at the end of next week from their vacation. Thus, I have another week to spend additional time with moms. I cannot place a set value upon those visits, they are priceless.
Even though the world situation is apparently degenerating, I have opted to spend much of my conscious moments contemplating the purchase of a new computer. I have already identified that I am succumbing to the initial disease of consumerism, the same disease that weakens the psychological immune system to debilitating effects of the epidemic of the "seven sins."
I can only add that the acceptance of oppression, albeit through coercion, has been voluntary. The current form of oppression was something that the "American people" wanted. The malignant life-style of the fat slob satanic gargoyle was highly desired, hence there will be no change. Sadly, a desired life-style, when obtained, is not a product of oppression no matter how malignant it is. Freedom to accept coercion is still freedom.
Even though the world situation is apparently degenerating, I have opted to spend much of my conscious moments contemplating the purchase of a new computer. I have already identified that I am succumbing to the initial disease of consumerism, the same disease that weakens the psychological immune system to debilitating effects of the epidemic of the "seven sins."
I found that I have grown weary of my Palm® TX. It is too small and useless, I tell myself now. Yet, my only purpose for owning a computer is the "freedom" to compose of the "blog." What is more ironic is that I am fighting an internal battle to free myself of the "blog." I find that it no longer serves any purpose.
The real reason that I want to purchase a new computer is that I am essentially bored and devoid of any meaningful activity. Boredom, in and of itself, need not be a catalyst for useless purchases. However, the construct of society now only recognizes consumer transactions as valid social processes. As I have said many times before, our sole purpose is to purchase goods and services. Our existence is defined only by financial transactions. By the very nature of the latter definition, our lives are meaningless.
Even more disconcerting is that one of my objectives has been to decrease my dependence on technology, which was an essential component for my ultimate exodus from society. My latest rationalizations are even more ludicrous. A new computer will allow me to revisit an old hobby. I will be able to "nerd out" by installing and tweaking the Ubuntu Linux operating system, I tell myself. What will I do with the finished product? Most likely, I will spend time reading the alternative news sites or composing the "blog." Of course, I could resurrect my vast hurdy-gurdy DVD library since the computer will have the Totem media player. No, my rationale makes no sense.
My own manner of thought is all-pervasive in the current malignant culture. Whenever I wait at the prison transport stop (read: bus stop) at night in Ala Moana Center, I observe the sheer number of satanic gargoyles walking in single-file all loaded down with shopping bags from the Wal-Mart® superstore across the street. Although Wal-Mart® is the trendsetter for abusing wage slaves, the spendthrift consumer cares only about lower prices. The sickness of acquiring more useless crap (made in China) at the cost of our dignity is alarming. Am I any different in desiring a useless computer? Knowing that the computer will have been manufactured in China seems to be the largest deterrent for me so far. I have nothing against Communist China. However, I cannot be discussing our domestic economic perils on the one hand and purchasing excessive amounts of Chinese-produced goods on the other hand. That, my friends, would be hypocrisy.
There is a point where pain and suffering must enter the picture for those of us who have not experienced such a reality. As I have previously mentioned in the "blog," there must be some kind of equilibrium in the long run, even for abstractions such as pain and suffering. Until there is sufficient pain and suffering in this nation, nothing will change.
Even more disconcerting is that one of my objectives has been to decrease my dependence on technology, which was an essential component for my ultimate exodus from society. My latest rationalizations are even more ludicrous. A new computer will allow me to revisit an old hobby. I will be able to "nerd out" by installing and tweaking the Ubuntu Linux operating system, I tell myself. What will I do with the finished product? Most likely, I will spend time reading the alternative news sites or composing the "blog." Of course, I could resurrect my vast hurdy-gurdy DVD library since the computer will have the Totem media player. No, my rationale makes no sense.
My own manner of thought is all-pervasive in the current malignant culture. Whenever I wait at the prison transport stop (read: bus stop) at night in Ala Moana Center, I observe the sheer number of satanic gargoyles walking in single-file all loaded down with shopping bags from the Wal-Mart® superstore across the street. Although Wal-Mart® is the trendsetter for abusing wage slaves, the spendthrift consumer cares only about lower prices. The sickness of acquiring more useless crap (made in China) at the cost of our dignity is alarming. Am I any different in desiring a useless computer? Knowing that the computer will have been manufactured in China seems to be the largest deterrent for me so far. I have nothing against Communist China. However, I cannot be discussing our domestic economic perils on the one hand and purchasing excessive amounts of Chinese-produced goods on the other hand. That, my friends, would be hypocrisy.
There is a point where pain and suffering must enter the picture for those of us who have not experienced such a reality. As I have previously mentioned in the "blog," there must be some kind of equilibrium in the long run, even for abstractions such as pain and suffering. Until there is sufficient pain and suffering in this nation, nothing will change.
I can only add that the acceptance of oppression, albeit through coercion, has been voluntary. The current form of oppression was something that the "American people" wanted. The malignant life-style of the fat slob satanic gargoyle was highly desired, hence there will be no change. Sadly, a desired life-style, when obtained, is not a product of oppression no matter how malignant it is. Freedom to accept coercion is still freedom.
Thursday, June 14, 2007
Twilight
I ended up at Barnes & Noble® last night. The hottie "bookseller" was on duty. Once again, baby was looking mighty fine. I was significantly distracted by baby all evening. I had no choice to procure a big-ass can of cheap brewski once I returned to Waikiki. How else can I tolerate the conditions at Quagmire Prison?
This morning, I retrieved my truck from the Waikiki Banyan parking structure and drove to Kahala Mall. I purchased a cup of coffee at the Barnes & Noble® Café and perused a few Linux magazines to waste time. I drove to Hawai'i Kai at 11:45am. Moms was already home when I arrived. I spent the afternoon in Hawai'i Kai. I drove moms to Koko Marina to do some shopping at Foodland. Then, we ate a nice lunch. I walked to the gym during moms' nap time. Later, moms and I ate Spam® and rice for dinner. Simple meals are the best. I was able to enjoy a nice chat with moms as well. I finally said good-bye at 6:45pm.
My evening was predictable. I ended up back at Barnes & Noble®. The hottie "bookseller" was on duty and looking mighty fine. I meandered about with no express purpose other than avoiding time in my prison cell (read: little shoebox). However, once I returned to Waikiki, I went directly into lockdown for the rest of the evening.
To conclude my previous discussion yesterday about the economy, I will add that I must revise my opinion on the possible economic collapse. The trigger for global economic upheaval will be the collapse of the US economy (i.e., financial "system"), the final effect emulating falling dominoes. Sadly, the US economy will most likely not collapse for an extended period of time. It will take several years of labor exportation through "globalization," immigrant and "guest worker" displacements, and "free trade" to "dichotomize" (read: pulverize) the middle class. Extended credit and debt options will also allow most wage slaves to leverage their life-styles and extend payments over their lifetime. As long as the average wage slave can amortize total purchases and payments to fall at or below net monthly income, the charade can go on forever. Asset depletion (i.e., raiding savings and retirement accounts) will also prolong the agony. My guess is that a combination of Peak Oil (or an artificially-induced oil supply reduction), a complete collapse of the so-called "real estate bubble," a major catastrophe (e.g., "terrorist" attack or natural disaster), and an escalation of war activities will be required to break the empire.
Of course, there is one way the powerless "American people" can throw a wrench in the works. At this late stage of the game, it is the only method of empowerment for the powerless, the wage slaves, the peons. As I stated yesterday, the US consumer is the driving force for the global economy. If greed, avarice, and instant gratification can be put aside for a few months, the entire "system" will collapse. That would mean a dramatic decrease in consumer spending to subsistence levels only and also require an increase in savings. It will also require a dramatic shift of assets to pay down existing debts above and beyond the minimum. I am afraid that the latter is the closest that the "American" public is able to approach activism and rebellion, but that is still too much to ask.
As an aside, I should mention that I remain undecided about purchasing a computer. If anything, I must be able to purchase the unit without the dreaded Microsoft® Windows® operating system. If the computer is packaged with the operating system, then the cost of the software license has been figured in. So far, Dell® appears to offer three systems with Ubuntu Linux installed. I don't particularly care to own a Dell® computer either.
This morning, I retrieved my truck from the Waikiki Banyan parking structure and drove to Kahala Mall. I purchased a cup of coffee at the Barnes & Noble® Café and perused a few Linux magazines to waste time. I drove to Hawai'i Kai at 11:45am. Moms was already home when I arrived. I spent the afternoon in Hawai'i Kai. I drove moms to Koko Marina to do some shopping at Foodland. Then, we ate a nice lunch. I walked to the gym during moms' nap time. Later, moms and I ate Spam® and rice for dinner. Simple meals are the best. I was able to enjoy a nice chat with moms as well. I finally said good-bye at 6:45pm.
My evening was predictable. I ended up back at Barnes & Noble®. The hottie "bookseller" was on duty and looking mighty fine. I meandered about with no express purpose other than avoiding time in my prison cell (read: little shoebox). However, once I returned to Waikiki, I went directly into lockdown for the rest of the evening.
To conclude my previous discussion yesterday about the economy, I will add that I must revise my opinion on the possible economic collapse. The trigger for global economic upheaval will be the collapse of the US economy (i.e., financial "system"), the final effect emulating falling dominoes. Sadly, the US economy will most likely not collapse for an extended period of time. It will take several years of labor exportation through "globalization," immigrant and "guest worker" displacements, and "free trade" to "dichotomize" (read: pulverize) the middle class. Extended credit and debt options will also allow most wage slaves to leverage their life-styles and extend payments over their lifetime. As long as the average wage slave can amortize total purchases and payments to fall at or below net monthly income, the charade can go on forever. Asset depletion (i.e., raiding savings and retirement accounts) will also prolong the agony. My guess is that a combination of Peak Oil (or an artificially-induced oil supply reduction), a complete collapse of the so-called "real estate bubble," a major catastrophe (e.g., "terrorist" attack or natural disaster), and an escalation of war activities will be required to break the empire.
Of course, there is one way the powerless "American people" can throw a wrench in the works. At this late stage of the game, it is the only method of empowerment for the powerless, the wage slaves, the peons. As I stated yesterday, the US consumer is the driving force for the global economy. If greed, avarice, and instant gratification can be put aside for a few months, the entire "system" will collapse. That would mean a dramatic decrease in consumer spending to subsistence levels only and also require an increase in savings. It will also require a dramatic shift of assets to pay down existing debts above and beyond the minimum. I am afraid that the latter is the closest that the "American" public is able to approach activism and rebellion, but that is still too much to ask.
As an aside, I should mention that I remain undecided about purchasing a computer. If anything, I must be able to purchase the unit without the dreaded Microsoft® Windows® operating system. If the computer is packaged with the operating system, then the cost of the software license has been figured in. So far, Dell® appears to offer three systems with Ubuntu Linux installed. I don't particularly care to own a Dell® computer either.
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
Equinox
By late afternoon yesterday, I was feeling significantly disconnected from my environment. Nothing around me seemed to matter. From my vantage point, shopping is a force that gives us meaning. I became sickened. Family is what will give me meaning, at least for a few more years. Sadly, the family of humanity has let us all down. We have become estranged family members with very little love or respect for each other, yet we share a common beginning point. Yes, whether we are creationists or evolutionists, there is one irrefutable fact - we have all originated from one pair of common ancestors. There is no way around the latter fact given our specific genetic coding. Rather than rejoice in our common roots, we have instead established a so-called "society" aimed at self-destruction.
I ended up at Barnes & Noble® last night. I was very fatigued. I wandered about aimlessly with no idea what I was doing. However, I was cognizant enough to notice that the hottie "bookseller" was on duty. Baby was looking hot, I might add. When I returned to Waikiki, I spent an hour in the prison compound (read: hotel lobby) reading the remainder of the AARP® Magazine before going into lockdown in my prison cell (read: little shoebox).
In an attempt to slow my pace down, I have been riding the prison transport (read: bus) to Ala Moana Center in the morning. From there, I transfer to any of the prison transports bound for town. It takes me a little longer, but the journey is much more relaxed. Aside from restoring my monk haircut at the Institute of Hair Design, the rest of the day was the same ol' shit.
I have devoted several weeks to reading about our so-called "financial system," the basis of our economy. In fact, I am perusing the section about debt in Kevin Phillips' book, "American Theocracy," for the second time as well. Trying to understand "financial capitalism," the latest incarnation of capitalism, is difficult. Here is what I've come up with:
I ended up at Barnes & Noble® last night. I was very fatigued. I wandered about aimlessly with no idea what I was doing. However, I was cognizant enough to notice that the hottie "bookseller" was on duty. Baby was looking hot, I might add. When I returned to Waikiki, I spent an hour in the prison compound (read: hotel lobby) reading the remainder of the AARP® Magazine before going into lockdown in my prison cell (read: little shoebox).
In an attempt to slow my pace down, I have been riding the prison transport (read: bus) to Ala Moana Center in the morning. From there, I transfer to any of the prison transports bound for town. It takes me a little longer, but the journey is much more relaxed. Aside from restoring my monk haircut at the Institute of Hair Design, the rest of the day was the same ol' shit.
I have devoted several weeks to reading about our so-called "financial system," the basis of our economy. In fact, I am perusing the section about debt in Kevin Phillips' book, "American Theocracy," for the second time as well. Trying to understand "financial capitalism," the latest incarnation of capitalism, is difficult. Here is what I've come up with:
- The "American" consumer drives most of the global economy.
- Consumption comprises about 75 percent of US GDP.
- Economists and investors (read: elite class) expect the economy to continue to grow infinitely and expect corporate profits to continue to rise, neither of which will occur unless consumer spending grows as well.
- Wages for the "garden variety" wage slaves has not kept up with real inflation, thus most wage slaves must seek debt as the means to continue consumption.
- The Fed, throughout Alan Greenspan's reign, embarked on a grand experiment to transform the economy to one of serial "bubbles," which served to mask inflation with speculative increases in wealth.
- Banking reform allowed for massive deregulation of the banking industry which, in turn, created the gargantuan finance, insurance, and real estate (FIRE) corporatocracy.
- The banking and credit card lobby effected drastic changes in the bankruptcy laws, further indenturing wage slaves.
- Manufacturing and "blue collar" jobs have been exported overseas through "globalization" as means of exporting inflation.
- The manufacturing sector now only includes weapons production (i.e., "war" economy), automobiles, a select heavy industries.
- The Iraq and Afghanistan incursions keep the "war" economy afloat, but will require further escalation (i.e., incursion into Iran) to maintain the status quo.
- The packaging and selling of debt is the largest industry in the US.
- The continued growth of the debt industry requires cheap liquidity offered by low borrowing rates.
- Interest rates must be kept artificially low to maintain or increase the negative national savings rate, a prerequisite to perpetually increase consumer spending.
- Interest rates must be lowered to refuel the so-called "housing bubble" in order to maintain the serial "bubble" economy.
- The stability of financial capitalism requires extensive military backing and protection to vassal states.
- The economic conflict of interest between China and Japan must be maintained in order perpetuate the Asian subsidization of US debt.
- A new Cold War must be established in the European theater in order to keep the European states in check.
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
Ubuntu
I have gone back to my regular routine today (refer to the "blog" of April 28th titled, "Who Knew?"), much to my chagrin. I've become quite fatigued with my need to read the alternative news sources. Frankly, I am losing my patience with all of the greedy fools who will supposedly bring about the secular Apocalypse. What is taking so damned long?
Instead, both the alternative news sources and the "mainstream" media are filled with hypothetical scenarios of "doom and gloom," including the upcoming incursion into Iran, a possible and likely epidemic, a catastrophic natural disaster, a global oil shortage, a "terrorist" attack, a new Cold War with Russia, illegal immigration woes, epidemic of illict drugs, and so forth. Bring it on already! CNN® has even begun trumpeting the idea that China is building up militarily in order to invoke a "pre-emptive" first strike on the US. The fearmongering is out of control. At the least, fear serves as a catalyst for rampant consumerism. The sheep-like consumer will be more apt to run to the store to purchase everything in sight ... or get totally hammered on cheap booze. Why, we might be in the "last days." In fact, if I had any sense, I should be out there trying to "skin up" as many young hotties as possible. Yes, we seeing a proliferation of "last days" desperation.
Now more than ever, I am finding value in "family," that is, the time I spend with moms. I am reminded of my childhood and of "growing up." I can recollect the importance of family during that time, whether it was good or bad in retrospect. Family gave me a sense of belonging and a kind of social structure that inculcated me with the values that I possess to this very day. There is also a sense of obligation and commitment, something so tragically amiss these days. When we speak of family, we often refer to familial love. There is something much more synergistic about family, something spiritual perhaps. And, whether it be our parents or our kids (if we have them), there is a deep bond that transcends genetics. Family is the most important aspect of the human struggle. I believe that family enables us to understand that there really is a Higher Source, that we are part of an even larger family that goes well beyond our physical realm. Ubuntu1.
My tooth is giving me trouble again. It is the lower left molar furthest back. Actually, the tooth has been a source of trouble since the filling was replaced. The tooth is extremely sensitive to temperature. Often, when I bite down into hard substances like the unknown rock-like crap in the Safeway® air-filled energy bars, I experience extreme pain in the tooth. I suppose that I will have to make an appointment with the rip-off dentist. The cost will most likely be well beyond the projected cost of a new computer. Oh well. Did I really need a new computer with Ubuntu Linux installed on it?
1Ubuntu is an African word, which has been described as "too beautiful to translate into English". The essence of Ubuntu is that "a person is a person through other people". It describes humanity as "being-with-others" and prescribes what "being-with-others" should be all about. Ubuntu emphasises sharing, consensus, and togetherness.
Now more than ever, I am finding value in "family," that is, the time I spend with moms. I am reminded of my childhood and of "growing up." I can recollect the importance of family during that time, whether it was good or bad in retrospect. Family gave me a sense of belonging and a kind of social structure that inculcated me with the values that I possess to this very day. There is also a sense of obligation and commitment, something so tragically amiss these days. When we speak of family, we often refer to familial love. There is something much more synergistic about family, something spiritual perhaps. And, whether it be our parents or our kids (if we have them), there is a deep bond that transcends genetics. Family is the most important aspect of the human struggle. I believe that family enables us to understand that there really is a Higher Source, that we are part of an even larger family that goes well beyond our physical realm. Ubuntu1.
My tooth is giving me trouble again. It is the lower left molar furthest back. Actually, the tooth has been a source of trouble since the filling was replaced. The tooth is extremely sensitive to temperature. Often, when I bite down into hard substances like the unknown rock-like crap in the Safeway® air-filled energy bars, I experience extreme pain in the tooth. I suppose that I will have to make an appointment with the rip-off dentist. The cost will most likely be well beyond the projected cost of a new computer. Oh well. Did I really need a new computer with Ubuntu Linux installed on it?
1Ubuntu is an African word, which has been described as "too beautiful to translate into English". The essence of Ubuntu is that "a person is a person through other people". It describes humanity as "being-with-others" and prescribes what "being-with-others" should be all about. Ubuntu emphasises sharing, consensus, and togetherness.
Monday, June 11, 2007
King Kamehameha Day 2007
Last night, moms made hot dogs for dinner. Such a simple meal, but very enjoyable. Moms had purchased huge hot dog buns by mistake. The meal was delicious nonetheless. I chatted with moms until 7pm. Then, I departed for Waikiki. Incidentally, my tanning hike yielded a terrible sunburn. Frankly, I was surprised that the one-hour hike produced sunburn of that magnitude. I can only wonder if there is anything left of the ozone layer. I ended up at Barnes & Noble® later in the evening as I had predicted. The hottie "bookseller" was back. Baby looked mighty fine. I spent an hour there. Upon my return to Waikiki, I went into "Paris Hilton lockdown" in my prison cell (read: little shoebox) for the remainder of the evening.
This morning, I retrieved my truck from the Waikiki Banyan parking structure at 9am. I drove to Kahala Mall. I purchased a large cup of coffee at the Barnes & Noble® Café and persued a few magazines. I met moms at the entrance of the mall at 10:35am. Moms and I ate lunch at Pearl's Korean Barbeque. Lunch was delicious. I drove moms back to Hawai'i Kai. I sat and chatted with moms until 1pm. Then, I walked to the gym in Koko Marina. I had no reason to go to town because today was a holiday, King Kamehameha Day, not to be confused with the drunken derelict Burger King® Kamehameha whom I had the displeasure of encountering on the prison transport (read: bus) a few months ago. I did my usual Monday workout and took a nice cool shower. I observed that the liquid soap was not watered down.
Later, I helped moms water the lawn. I also washed my truck. Moms made a small portion of leftovers for dinner. We were both still full from lunch. I chatted with moms until 7pm. Moms gave me a bag of goodies including some tangerines. I drove back to Waikiki. After parking my truck and dropping my stuff off in my prison cell, I was off to Barnes & Noble® again. The hottie "bookseller" was not on duty. Boohoo. I spent an hour basically doing nothing. After returning to Quagmire Prison, I went into "Paris Hilton lockdown" in my prison cell for the rest of the evening. I was fatigued, but my anxieties had abated significantly.
This morning, I retrieved my truck from the Waikiki Banyan parking structure at 9am. I drove to Kahala Mall. I purchased a large cup of coffee at the Barnes & Noble® Café and persued a few magazines. I met moms at the entrance of the mall at 10:35am. Moms and I ate lunch at Pearl's Korean Barbeque. Lunch was delicious. I drove moms back to Hawai'i Kai. I sat and chatted with moms until 1pm. Then, I walked to the gym in Koko Marina. I had no reason to go to town because today was a holiday, King Kamehameha Day, not to be confused with the drunken derelict Burger King® Kamehameha whom I had the displeasure of encountering on the prison transport (read: bus) a few months ago. I did my usual Monday workout and took a nice cool shower. I observed that the liquid soap was not watered down.
Later, I helped moms water the lawn. I also washed my truck. Moms made a small portion of leftovers for dinner. We were both still full from lunch. I chatted with moms until 7pm. Moms gave me a bag of goodies including some tangerines. I drove back to Waikiki. After parking my truck and dropping my stuff off in my prison cell, I was off to Barnes & Noble® again. The hottie "bookseller" was not on duty. Boohoo. I spent an hour basically doing nothing. After returning to Quagmire Prison, I went into "Paris Hilton lockdown" in my prison cell for the rest of the evening. I was fatigued, but my anxieties had abated significantly.
Sunday, June 10, 2007
Technology Slave
I was back to my usual routine in town again today. However, I am becoming much more cognizant about my nebulous future and my fragile mental state. What exactly keeps me tethered to society? The "condotel" unit? My Nissan® Frontier Nismo truck? If anything, I could abandon both possessions and absorb the loss (about $75,000). Yes, that's a lot of dough. However, there will be a point when I may see diminishing returns. Ideally, I will have divested both before the critical times arrive.
My only real fear right now is that the Fed will give in and lower short-term interest rates to zero again, leaving me with zero income. Global inflation is increasing and many of the world's central banks are raising interest rates. We have incredible high inflation domestically, but the moneychangers and the powers-that-be have done everything possible to mask inflation by "doctoring" the figures, exporting labor expenses, and inflating both the so-called "housing bubble" and "stock market bubble." The use of speculative "wealth" has been quite successful at fooling the masses. Yet, as easily as that "wealth" comes about, it disappears quite rapidly as well.
Incidentally, my Ubuntu Linux CDs arrived. I have the 32-bit and 64-bit versions. All that's missing is a computer to install the operating system. I have debated whether I should give in to materialism and purchase a cheap notebook computer (i.e., $600 or so) and replace the operating system with Ubuntu Linux. Do I need a computer? That's the big question. For the time being, my Palm® TX seems adequate. I am not certain how long Palm® will survive. Palm®'s only savior will be the rumored new Linux operating system for its PDAs. In any case, my overall goal should be to move myself away from technology, not embrace it any further. Yes, technology is also a form of enslavement.
After my workout at the gym in town, I will immediately return to Waikiki. I will go directly to the Waikiki Banyan parking structure and retrieve my truck. Moms invited me over for dinner. I am excited to spend that time with moms. When my bro and his family return from vacation, I will no longer have that opportunity. I will go back to deconstructing my life and prepare for my ultimate exodus from society. Later this evening, I anticipate the same old stir crazy feelings to surface. Perhaps this evening will be a good time to visit my safe haven, Barnes & Noble®, eh?
Incidentally, my Ubuntu Linux CDs arrived. I have the 32-bit and 64-bit versions. All that's missing is a computer to install the operating system. I have debated whether I should give in to materialism and purchase a cheap notebook computer (i.e., $600 or so) and replace the operating system with Ubuntu Linux. Do I need a computer? That's the big question. For the time being, my Palm® TX seems adequate. I am not certain how long Palm® will survive. Palm®'s only savior will be the rumored new Linux operating system for its PDAs. In any case, my overall goal should be to move myself away from technology, not embrace it any further. Yes, technology is also a form of enslavement.
After my workout at the gym in town, I will immediately return to Waikiki. I will go directly to the Waikiki Banyan parking structure and retrieve my truck. Moms invited me over for dinner. I am excited to spend that time with moms. When my bro and his family return from vacation, I will no longer have that opportunity. I will go back to deconstructing my life and prepare for my ultimate exodus from society. Later this evening, I anticipate the same old stir crazy feelings to surface. Perhaps this evening will be a good time to visit my safe haven, Barnes & Noble®, eh?
Saturday, June 09, 2007
Rejuvenation
I was torn between the option of venturing off to Ala Moana Center or to journey into the darkness of debauchery, Fudgepacker Park (formerly Kapi'olani Park), for the evening. Rather than deal with the crowds of shopping idiots, I decided to join the ranks of derelicts, the degenerates, and the homeless in the dismal park. I spent about an hour there, doing absolutely nothing but staring blankly out toward the vast blackened expanse of the Pacific Ocean. Every now and then, I would look toward the airport and observe the various jet airliners coming and going. I imagined the myriad satanic gargoyles herded around the airport like cattle. Each plane that departed from the airport made me feel good. That's about 200 satanic gargoyles going home. Sadly, each arriving plane obviously replaced the clowns who departed, which made me feel queasy.
When I returned to Quagmire Prison (read: hotel), I spent about an hour in the prison compound (read: hotel lobby) reading the latest issue of the AARP® Magazine. Then, I went into lockdown in my prison cell (read: little shoebox).
This morning, I retrieved my truck from the Waikiki Banyan parking structure at 10:15am. I had hastily completed a load of laundry before leaving. I arrived in Hawai'i Kai a little before 11am. I embarked on a tanning hike up Koko Head, something that I have not done in a long time. The view of Diamond Head on the horizon was breathtaking as I ascended to road to the top. I was able to get a bit of tan. Frankly, I have not been out in the sun in such a long time that I have acquired one of those pathetic "redneck" tans. Needless to say, I felt rejuvenated after the hike.
Moms did not return until about 12:40pm. Moms prepared a bunch of leftovers for lunch. At 2pm, I walked to the gym in Koko Marina while moms took a nap. I did my usual weekend cardio workout while enjoying the view of Kuapa Pond from the large windows. I purchased an expensive Starbucks® bottled coffee beverages from Foodland and sat on one of the benches to drink it. Why didn't I just purchase a real beverage at the Starbucks® a few doors down?
Moms was up when I returned. I washed my gym clothes by hand and hung the laundry up to dry. Moms prepared more of the same leftovers for dinner. I was able to chat with moms for quite a while. My bro and his family are gone for their vacation, so I will be able to spend more time with moms, which is also an excuse for me to make sure that moms is alright. I left for Waikiki at 7pm. After parking my truck, I was back in my prison cell soon enough. I felt stir crazy again. My only two options were the same as the previous night. Again, I opted to go to Fudgepacker Park. I spent most of the time contemplating my "compartmentalized" life-style. I also could not help but wonder what I am going to do when moms is gone. I have no other express purpose for being alive at this point in time.
On my way back to Quagmire Prison, I observed an unbelievable number of young hotties out carousing in their "hootchie momma" outfits. They all knew they were hotties, which gave them ample reason to emulate Paris Hilton's typical behavior. Yes, there are a lot of hotties out there, but I sure would not want to put up with the crap that they dish out? As a loser and a monk, I don't really have to worry about such nonsense. Upon my eventual return to Quagmire prison, I went into lockdown in my prison cell for the remainder of my waking hours.
Perhaps I am just suffering from that new psychopathology identified as Bush Exasperation Syndrome (BES). A brief description:
Very little appears to be going on in the news, aside from the usual trivial crap à la Paris Hilton. I have no desire to know anything about Hilton. It's not like baby is coming around to do da wild thing with the ol' lavahead. Very little developments in the alternative news sources as well. The so-called "stock market bubble" has been very erratic. Naturally, my bond fund investment tanked. The dollar gained against other currencies. Shrub has decided to put the so-called "missile shield" in Poland. Well, hey! He's the "decider"!
This morning, I retrieved my truck from the Waikiki Banyan parking structure at 10:15am. I had hastily completed a load of laundry before leaving. I arrived in Hawai'i Kai a little before 11am. I embarked on a tanning hike up Koko Head, something that I have not done in a long time. The view of Diamond Head on the horizon was breathtaking as I ascended to road to the top. I was able to get a bit of tan. Frankly, I have not been out in the sun in such a long time that I have acquired one of those pathetic "redneck" tans. Needless to say, I felt rejuvenated after the hike.
Moms did not return until about 12:40pm. Moms prepared a bunch of leftovers for lunch. At 2pm, I walked to the gym in Koko Marina while moms took a nap. I did my usual weekend cardio workout while enjoying the view of Kuapa Pond from the large windows. I purchased an expensive Starbucks® bottled coffee beverages from Foodland and sat on one of the benches to drink it. Why didn't I just purchase a real beverage at the Starbucks® a few doors down?
Moms was up when I returned. I washed my gym clothes by hand and hung the laundry up to dry. Moms prepared more of the same leftovers for dinner. I was able to chat with moms for quite a while. My bro and his family are gone for their vacation, so I will be able to spend more time with moms, which is also an excuse for me to make sure that moms is alright. I left for Waikiki at 7pm. After parking my truck, I was back in my prison cell soon enough. I felt stir crazy again. My only two options were the same as the previous night. Again, I opted to go to Fudgepacker Park. I spent most of the time contemplating my "compartmentalized" life-style. I also could not help but wonder what I am going to do when moms is gone. I have no other express purpose for being alive at this point in time.
On my way back to Quagmire Prison, I observed an unbelievable number of young hotties out carousing in their "hootchie momma" outfits. They all knew they were hotties, which gave them ample reason to emulate Paris Hilton's typical behavior. Yes, there are a lot of hotties out there, but I sure would not want to put up with the crap that they dish out? As a loser and a monk, I don't really have to worry about such nonsense. Upon my eventual return to Quagmire prison, I went into lockdown in my prison cell for the remainder of my waking hours.
Perhaps I am just suffering from that new psychopathology identified as Bush Exasperation Syndrome (BES). A brief description:
As first reported in the Journal of the American Medical Association (JAMA), symptoms of Bush Exasperation Syndrome include involuntary outbursts of projectile cursing whenever the name or image of President George W. Bush is flashed before sufferers of this malady. This catalytic image (or trigger) has produced bouts of explosive and uncontrollable profanity in well over half of those tested for the disease.Read about this debilitating disorder in the article titled, "Bush-Exasperation Syndrome Spreads," authored by Jaime O' Neil which appeared on the Smirking Chimp site. It's a worthy read.
But reflexive and propulsive swearing is only the most benign symptom of BES. As the disease progresses, more advanced symptoms include the loss of a sense of humor, coupled with feelings of hopelessness and despair. And the number of traffic accidents is thought to have increased due to drivers losing control of their vehicles while suffering BES-related episodes.
Very little appears to be going on in the news, aside from the usual trivial crap à la Paris Hilton. I have no desire to know anything about Hilton. It's not like baby is coming around to do da wild thing with the ol' lavahead. Very little developments in the alternative news sources as well. The so-called "stock market bubble" has been very erratic. Naturally, my bond fund investment tanked. The dollar gained against other currencies. Shrub has decided to put the so-called "missile shield" in Poland. Well, hey! He's the "decider"!
A secret deal is being put together that encompasses NAFTA-style free trade agreements with Peru, Panama, South Korea and Colombia, and is designed to pave the pay for the passage of presidential fast track authority which lets presidents eliminate all labor, environmental and human rights provisions from trade agreements. Meanwhile, the daily cost of the Iraq incursion is $195 million to taxpayers. I have no idea what the Afghanistan incursion is costing. Yes, it's just business as usual. Sheesh!
Friday, June 08, 2007
Vow of Eternal Silence
Yet another evening in quasi-lockdown in my prison cell (read: little shoebox), the fourth night in a row. I was going stir crazy by 10:30pm, so I stepped out for some fresh air. I walked to the detestable Food Pantry and purchased a big-ass can of cheap brewski. That's about as fresh as the air gets in Waikiki. I spent the rest of my waking hours in the prison compound droppin' back the big-ass can of cheap brewski and reading the remainder of Pete Peterson's book, "Running on Empty."
Another day of the same ol' shit. I spent most of the day in front of the computer reading the various alternative news sources. Frankly, the latter is a depressing task. Finding the truth by sifting through the bullshit is a cumbersome task. Then, to digest the truth is even more difficult. It is not the purpose of the "blog" to discuss in detail my findings. Obviously, there are numerous "blogs" of varying levels of punditry and the alternative news sources themselves which do a far better job. My only observation is that everything is literally "going to hell in a handbasket." The number of crises are alarmingly increasing worldwide. We are delivering ourselves to our own destruction by several irreversible means. There is no denying such a fact.
Incidentally, Larry Chin wrote an interesting take on the "National Security and Homeland Security Presidential Directive," effective May 9th, that has not been discussed at all in the "mainstream" media. I mentioned it briefly in the "blog" yesterday. The article is titled, "New presidential directive gives Bush dictatorial powers.” The entire directive is provided verbatim. Does anyone care? Or, is the sale at Wal-Mart® more important?
In the US and most of the First World, complacence of the masses must be maintained, and what better way than sloth, one of the "seven sins." We rely heavily on a corrupt and morally bankrupt economic "system" to maintain the status quo, with little regard for the fact that the "system" is essentially destroying the planet and decimating a large number of life forms (including humans) to accomplish its objectives. There is no other way to describe such behavior as anything other than extreme selfishness. In the First World, the latter trait is masked by the term, "rugged individualism," a misnomer at best. Believe me, it is nothing more than selfishness in the most debased form. Frankly, in my opinion (which is not worth much), the damage is far beyond repair. An exodus from society is the only solution for those who truly wish to be spared the inevitable time of reckoning.
After viewing the Presidential debates, I came to realize that I was being visually and intellectually accosted by a bunch of "posers." Then, I reflected for a moment. The whole of society is comprised of "posers" and wannabe assholes, usually characters and caricatures of often-fictional persona non grata featured on the tube. "Posers" possess no redeeming qualities, just as the characters they emulate. They speak from both sides of their mouths. Now, as I look around me, I see nothing but "posers." With that revelation, I made a conscious decision to distance myself further from these satanic gargoyles, for that is really what they are. I must become more hermit-like, avoiding all contact with others. I must also revisit the "Vow of Silence," that is, learning to not utter one single word during the day.
Another aspect of the Presidential campaign is the recent fixation on the alleged religiosity of the candidates. I find the whole matter sickening and offensive. What's even worse is to listen to the gabacho1 clones each profess a high degree of commitment to Christianity. To see that kind of "faith based" rhetoric in political discourse is a blatant disregard for the "separation of church and state." None of that crap should come as a surprise as Kevin Phillips had presented appalling evidence of the increasing intrusion of religion in every aspect of "American" society in his book, "American Theocracy." No matter how many times these clowns profess their faith, their "love of God," and their "accepting of Christ" in their hearts, they remain hypocrites who serve Christendom, the apostate wing of El Diablo. Nowhere is it written in the Good Book that true Christians should deeply involve themselves in the affairs and politics of the world. The Good Book warns that "the ruler of the world" is Satan. "Do not store up treasures in the world," we are admonished. Are these "Sunday-go-to-meeting Christians" even aware of what is written as law for them?
Although the topic of religion may appear to be quite boring, there is good reason why I delve into the matter especially in view of the blatant hypocrisy and blasphemy that we witness today. We are previewing a dangerous sign of prophesy, one that is certainly a prelude to Armageddon. Even if one has no religious inclination, there can be no denying that faulty religious fanaticism and nationalism are an extremely volatile mix. We can go on and on about "Islamo-Fascism" and "terrorism," yet we are totally unaware that we are fomenting the same kind of thinking in this nation. If Phillips is correct, about 60 percent of the US population are at the least "Sunday-go-to-meeting Christians" while 30 percent are hardcore dispensationalists. To hear these lost "sheep" talk is beyond chilling. This is "God's chosen nation," they offer. Nothing can change their minds, which is what the moneychangers and powers-that-be desire.
Take a good look at the so-called "churches," the actual physical edifices which house the various apostate congregations of Christendom2. The gaudy temples of affluence, greed, and avarice are full of dungy idols. Worshippers are directed by evil "shepherds" and false prophets to do the deeds of El Diablo. Rather than preach humanitarian ideals, the latter agents of the sinister kahuna brainwash the masses to believe in their own salvation and superiority over "inferior" breeds. Rather than bring nations together, they foster hatred and violence "in the name of God," a name that they do not even know. How can anyone worship a deity without knowing its name? That alone is a telltale sign that the nameless god whom they worship is really Satan. Heck, even Satan quoted from the Good Book. I am far from a religious "kook," but I do know that the prophesy is being fulfilled. We, as a people, could have turned it around. However, the majority of us are infected by the epidemic of the "seven sins." The worst part about the infection is that it hides behind the façade of religion. If anyone is part of this great empire of false religion, follow the advice of the Good Book: "Get out of Babylon!"
1Gabacho, a fat slob White Supremacist satanic gargoyle.
2Christendom, a grouping of apostate religious sects claiming to be Christian.
Another day of the same ol' shit. I spent most of the day in front of the computer reading the various alternative news sources. Frankly, the latter is a depressing task. Finding the truth by sifting through the bullshit is a cumbersome task. Then, to digest the truth is even more difficult. It is not the purpose of the "blog" to discuss in detail my findings. Obviously, there are numerous "blogs" of varying levels of punditry and the alternative news sources themselves which do a far better job. My only observation is that everything is literally "going to hell in a handbasket." The number of crises are alarmingly increasing worldwide. We are delivering ourselves to our own destruction by several irreversible means. There is no denying such a fact.
Incidentally, Larry Chin wrote an interesting take on the "National Security and Homeland Security Presidential Directive," effective May 9th, that has not been discussed at all in the "mainstream" media. I mentioned it briefly in the "blog" yesterday. The article is titled, "New presidential directive gives Bush dictatorial powers.” The entire directive is provided verbatim. Does anyone care? Or, is the sale at Wal-Mart® more important?
In the US and most of the First World, complacence of the masses must be maintained, and what better way than sloth, one of the "seven sins." We rely heavily on a corrupt and morally bankrupt economic "system" to maintain the status quo, with little regard for the fact that the "system" is essentially destroying the planet and decimating a large number of life forms (including humans) to accomplish its objectives. There is no other way to describe such behavior as anything other than extreme selfishness. In the First World, the latter trait is masked by the term, "rugged individualism," a misnomer at best. Believe me, it is nothing more than selfishness in the most debased form. Frankly, in my opinion (which is not worth much), the damage is far beyond repair. An exodus from society is the only solution for those who truly wish to be spared the inevitable time of reckoning.
After viewing the Presidential debates, I came to realize that I was being visually and intellectually accosted by a bunch of "posers." Then, I reflected for a moment. The whole of society is comprised of "posers" and wannabe assholes, usually characters and caricatures of often-fictional persona non grata featured on the tube. "Posers" possess no redeeming qualities, just as the characters they emulate. They speak from both sides of their mouths. Now, as I look around me, I see nothing but "posers." With that revelation, I made a conscious decision to distance myself further from these satanic gargoyles, for that is really what they are. I must become more hermit-like, avoiding all contact with others. I must also revisit the "Vow of Silence," that is, learning to not utter one single word during the day.
Another aspect of the Presidential campaign is the recent fixation on the alleged religiosity of the candidates. I find the whole matter sickening and offensive. What's even worse is to listen to the gabacho1 clones each profess a high degree of commitment to Christianity. To see that kind of "faith based" rhetoric in political discourse is a blatant disregard for the "separation of church and state." None of that crap should come as a surprise as Kevin Phillips had presented appalling evidence of the increasing intrusion of religion in every aspect of "American" society in his book, "American Theocracy." No matter how many times these clowns profess their faith, their "love of God," and their "accepting of Christ" in their hearts, they remain hypocrites who serve Christendom, the apostate wing of El Diablo. Nowhere is it written in the Good Book that true Christians should deeply involve themselves in the affairs and politics of the world. The Good Book warns that "the ruler of the world" is Satan. "Do not store up treasures in the world," we are admonished. Are these "Sunday-go-to-meeting Christians" even aware of what is written as law for them?
Although the topic of religion may appear to be quite boring, there is good reason why I delve into the matter especially in view of the blatant hypocrisy and blasphemy that we witness today. We are previewing a dangerous sign of prophesy, one that is certainly a prelude to Armageddon. Even if one has no religious inclination, there can be no denying that faulty religious fanaticism and nationalism are an extremely volatile mix. We can go on and on about "Islamo-Fascism" and "terrorism," yet we are totally unaware that we are fomenting the same kind of thinking in this nation. If Phillips is correct, about 60 percent of the US population are at the least "Sunday-go-to-meeting Christians" while 30 percent are hardcore dispensationalists. To hear these lost "sheep" talk is beyond chilling. This is "God's chosen nation," they offer. Nothing can change their minds, which is what the moneychangers and powers-that-be desire.
Take a good look at the so-called "churches," the actual physical edifices which house the various apostate congregations of Christendom2. The gaudy temples of affluence, greed, and avarice are full of dungy idols. Worshippers are directed by evil "shepherds" and false prophets to do the deeds of El Diablo. Rather than preach humanitarian ideals, the latter agents of the sinister kahuna brainwash the masses to believe in their own salvation and superiority over "inferior" breeds. Rather than bring nations together, they foster hatred and violence "in the name of God," a name that they do not even know. How can anyone worship a deity without knowing its name? That alone is a telltale sign that the nameless god whom they worship is really Satan. Heck, even Satan quoted from the Good Book. I am far from a religious "kook," but I do know that the prophesy is being fulfilled. We, as a people, could have turned it around. However, the majority of us are infected by the epidemic of the "seven sins." The worst part about the infection is that it hides behind the façade of religion. If anyone is part of this great empire of false religion, follow the advice of the Good Book: "Get out of Babylon!"
1Gabacho, a fat slob White Supremacist satanic gargoyle.
2Christendom, a grouping of apostate religious sects claiming to be Christian.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)