Black Hole Empire

I departed for Hawai'i Kai at 8:45am this morning. Moms was home when I arrived. Moms and I rode down to Koko Marina in my Nissan® Frontier truck. We ate local-style plate lunches at Zippy's. The itinerary of the day took us to town. I dropped moms off along Bishop Street and parked my truck at Kukui Plaza. Moms met with her attorney (i.e., my sister-in-law's employer) prior to going to the State Courthouse. Moms had received a subpoena to appear. Apparently, the dog bite incident has moved up to the criminal prosecutor's office. I first stopped at the Post Office to pay my $29 box fee for six months. Then, I walked to the gym to perform the weight portion of my workout. I was outta there by 1:30pm. Moms and I had agreed to meet in front of Longs®.

I waited for over an hour for moms to arrive. Nada. Finally, I walked out to the corner of Bishop Street and saw moms standing there. Moms had been done since 1:30pm as well. However, moms never walked the additional 100 feet to the entrance of Longs®. Instead moms walked to Kukui Plaza and back. Then, moms ended up at the street corner. Both moms and I were perturbed. I did not help matters by own belligerent attitude. Later, I came to see how the House of Lolo was once again destroying our family dynamic. The mangy House of Lolo mutt caused much dismay and inconvenience over the past few months.

Moms and I walked to Kukui Plaza. After retrieving my truck, we were on our way back to Hawai'i Kai. According to moms, the hearing was postponed because the defendant failed to show up. Moms will receive another subpoena next year. Also, the prosecutor disclosed that the dog had bitten someone else prior to moms' incident. I was furious. Clearly, there is a case of criminal negligence here. Why not just prosecute the fools already? I dropped moms off at 3pm.

I drove to Koko Marina, parked my truck, walked to the gym,and completed the cardio portion of my workout. Then, I shopped at Foodland. I purchased a small pint of Häagen-Dazs® ice cream. I sat outside at one of the tables overlooking the parking lot and ate the whole pint of ice cream. Then, I drove back to Slob Manor (read: rental housing). Along the way, I heard an announcement on the radio that a flash flood warning was in effect for whole State. My last task of the day was to perform the dreaded laundry chores, albeit one day early.

Oh, what an economic conundrum the empire is in! The bailout of the "Big Three" 4000-pound motorized chair (read: automobile) manufacturers is a dizzying lesson in irony. If the empire's government (i.e., taxpayers) does not bail out the "Big Three," then we will see the collapse of the last large "American" manufacturing concerns. Along with them, an entire line of suppliers will be affected, not to mention the huge layoffs that will ensue. Yet, the bailout may not happen. Here's why. There are already a number of foreign-owned 4000-pound motorized chair manufacturers on "American" soil right now. They produce the same kinds of crappy polluting 4000-pound motorized chairs without the benefit of unionized labor. They also have lesser healthcare costs and no pension plans to worry about. Indeed, if the "American" manufacturers do go under, there will still be "heavy" industries operating in the empire. Can you see where we're heading? Yes, the final nail is about to be hammered into the coffin of the "blue collar" middle class. The event will mark the beginning of universal wage slavery.

I am even more amused by the rabid "mainstream" punditry who claim that the current recession will bring about a renaissance in personal savings. That's right, the satanic gargoyles are going to repent and begin to save money. The savings rate will exceed ten percent just like the good ol' days, they say. What a crock of shit! Who in their right mind is going to pile money into accounts that yield zero percent interest? If anything, people will attempt to stabilize their debts (but will have difficulty reducing them). The empire's world hegemony cannot continue unless asset price inflation and debt inflation continue to grow unabated. The global recession has occurred because all of the developed and developing nations were almost exclusively catering to the empire. Rather than uplift their own citizens, they invested entirely in exports to the gluttonous empire. Thus, when the asset "bubbles" popped in the empire, a global recession ensued. The hard solution is to "retool" and focus on one's own economy. However, that will take too much money and a lot of time. The easiest way is to reinflate the empire's "bubble" economy and let the satanic gargoyles run amuck again. The empire is like a Black Hole. It will suck everything into its vortex of destruction.

More of the Same Redux

Another urban nomad kind-of-a-day ... same ol' shit. I was not exactly thrilled to return to Slob Manor (read: rental housing), but the latter is still a more attractive option than homelessness.

I have been continuing various research at the library between moments of lapsing in and out of a coma. The last book that I completed reading was titled, "Searching for Hassan: A Journey to the Heart of Iran," by Terrence Ward, a light-hearted travelogue. Once again, I was disappointed by the usual "American" superiority complex, albeit mild. I digress. For some strange reason, I discovered the book, "The War On Truth: 9/11, Disinformation And The Anatomy Of Terrorism," by Nafeez Mosaddeq Ahmed. The book is essentially in a "review of the literature" format. It is filled with an incredible amount of news sources and credible references. I have only completed the first few chapters dealing with some relevant history of al Qaeda.

Since there is only one legitimate reader of the "blog," I will not go into further detail. I will only mention that there is considerable proof that bin Laden is a "tool" of the West. Thus, when I recollected Obama's quote at the beginning, I realized why I had somehow been led to Ahmed's book. The call for a renewed hunt for Osama bin Laden is a code phrase meaning that we are to see more of the same Shrub-like foreign policies for the next four years. There will be a continuation and escalation of the so-called "War on Terror," which is really a war on Islam. No matter how we look at the situation, there is no avoiding the coming secular Apocalypse.

Knee Deep in Nothing

Another urban nomad kind-of-a-day was nearly rained out. I packed my umbrella and even wore my new NordicTrack® heavy hooded fleece top (read: sweatshirt) before embarking on the journey to town. Oddly, the rain stopped just before I exited Slob Manor (read: rental housing). However, the gale force winds made me thankful that I brought my hooded fleece top with me. The itinerary was the same as usual. The only exception was my visit to the Institute of Hair Design to restore my monk haircut. A young hottie cut my hair and did an excellent job.

After completing my usual workout at the gym, I noticed that the weather had cleared up, although the gale force winds were still blowing. I returned to Slob Manor by 5pm after a less than enjoyable bus ride. A downpour ensued just as I entered the door. Another evening of computer fun awaited the ol' lavahead.

Nothing else is new. My tooth is still giving me trouble even after I forked out $917 in dental work. The upper tooth may have to shaved down even more. My Ubuntu desktop is still generic Gnome®. I am still carefully screening all updates. I will not touch the updated Linux kernel. My Nissan® Frontier truck is now parked in the Slob Manor driveway with seven other vehicles. The downpours have been washing it for me.

My Poor Nissan® Truck

Moms and I made the round in Hawai'i Kai, including Longs® in Kuapa Kai and Foodland in Koko Marina. We ate lunch at Panda Express® in the Hawai'i Kai Towne Center. Later, moms served Foremost® coffee ice cream for dessert. I ended up chatting with moms until 1pm.

I drove my Nissan® Frontier truck directly to Koko Marina, found shaded parking, walked to the gym, did my usual cardio workout, shopped at Foodland, and returned to Slob Manor (read: rental housing) where the dreaded laundry chores awaited me.

I also had to invest one hour of time to wash my truck. I had discovered earlier in the morning that the entire right side of my truck was coated with grass cuttings, dust, and other shit. I deduced that the owner of the house (on the side street that I park the truck) had foolishly decided to "warn" me about parking next to his property. Mind you, I do not park directly in front of the house or near the driveway. In fact, I park by a small vacant lot adjacent to the property. The owner used a Weedwhacker to trim the grass along the sidewalk. However, he made sure that all of the crap flew up against the truck including the small stones that nicked the paint. What the moronic owner does not seem to realize is that he does not own the street or the small strip of land eight feet in from the curb. There were heavy showers this morning, which probably washed off most of the crap before I saw it. I can imagine how much grass and dirt was there prior. The remaining grass had completely fused to the paint. I had to scrub the surface and use my fingernails to scrape off the residue, of which I was not entirely successful.

I am torn between inaction and revenge. I am not certain what my course of action will be. However, I have noted in the past that foolish people always suffer the consequences in what is often called "karma." Indeed, what really happens is that foolish people become more brazen when they get away with stupidity. In the end, their stupidity comes back to haunt them. If I witness the owner or his family suffer a tragedy, I will be the first to personally laugh in their faces.

Ice Cream Bliss

Whew! That was quite a dinner at the Pagoda Restaurant. I did not have to eat anything before I departed for town this morning. Last night, I ate a small green salad followed by a plate full of sushi, sashimi (i.e., raw fish), and teriyaki chicken. The next plate had a slab of prime rib with steamed rice. My final plate was a repeat of the first plate. I was so full that I could only eat a small dish of "soft serve" vanilla ice cream for dessert. All that's left to mention is the passing of another urban nomad kind-of-a-Sunday. The highlight of the day was when I caught a glimpse of the hottie gym trainer.

I was on my way back to Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 2:15pm. Being too early to return to the dump, I stopped off at the Aina Haina Shopping Center. I purchased a pint of Dreyer's® Nestlé® Drumstick® Sundae Cone ice cream at Foodland. The squat Asian ho' who short-changed me a week or so ago was working. I carefully avoided her checkout station. I sat at the bus stop and indulged in the creamy delight. Needless to say, all of my troubles drifted away.

Goodbye Glenn & Nancy

Another urban nomad kind-of-a-day was revealed to be more of the same. Same ol' shit, that is. I really did not want to go to town. However, what else would I do? Nothing out of the ordinary transpired. I returned to Slob Manor (read: rental housing) a little earlier than usual.

I departed for Ala Moana at 5:15pm in my Nissan® Frontier truck. I found parking on the West side of the mall. Then, I walked to the Pagoda Restaurant. When I arrived (former) Pseudo-professor Glenn and Nancy were already there. We ate a sumptuous buffet meal. Glenn and Nancy will be leaving for Texas in four weeks. After dinner, we walked to Don Quijote. Glenn and Nancy purchased a roll of duct tape (read: duck tape). Then, we parted ways. I trudged back to Ala Moana. I walked around the mall like a true loser. I ended up at Barnes & Noble®. I meandered around until 9:30pm. Then, I drove back to Slob Manor to resume my usual benign evening activity.

I am glad that I joined Glenn and Nancy for dinner, although I was very apprehensive until the last moment. The reality is that I may never see either of them again once they leave Hawai'i on December 12th. They will have no reason to return to Hawai'i (except for when Nancy's condo sells). Of course, the dinner at the Pagoda will be the last social event of the year for the ol' lavahead. He has not been invited to any Thanksgiving dinner. That's okay. I really don't want a social life. There are too many obligations that come along with the latter that I cannot fulfill.

My Poor Tooth (Reprise)

I was at the dentist office by 8:15am this morning. My final appointment was for the setting of the permanent crown on my poor molar. The tooth above it had to shaved down further. After that, I spent about an hour in the Barnes & Noble® Café in Kahala Mall. I met moms at the entrance to the mall at 10:20am. Moms had an appointment in town for a few lab tests and x-rays.

Moms and I were immediately on our way to Hawai'i Kai in my Nissan® Frontier truck. Our only stop was at Foodland in Koko Marina. For lunch, moms served broiled salmon steak, lamp-baked chicken, fresh vegetables, and rice. For dessert, moms served up Best Yet® vanilla ice cream. As usual, I departed at 1:30pm.

I drove back to Koko Marina, found shaded parking, walked to the gym, performed my usual workout, took a nice long shower, shopped at Foodland, and returned to Slob Manor (read: rental housing) where the dreaded laundry chores awaited me. Fortunately, no laundry fiasco ensued. The evening? Same ol' shit.

The saga of my poor tooth has come to a close, at least for now. I am still bewildered by how the tooth was fractured. Could it have happened when I bit into the unidentifiable round crap in the Safeway® energy bars that I used to eat? Did my teeth shift around to cause high ridge of the upper tooth to constantly collide with the lower molar? The molar has never been the same ever since the toothache. It actually lost its heat sensitivity, but became more sensitive to pressure. There is no sign of infection, so I have at least avoided a root canal. Thank goodness.

Sign of the Times

"Social and cultural collapse seem to have already occurred in many parts of the country to a large extent. What social activity remains seems to be anchored to transitory activities like work, shopping, and sports. Religion is perhaps the largest exception, and many communities are organized around churches. But in places where society and culture remain intact, I believe that social and cultural collapse is avoidable, and that this is where we must really dig in our heels. Also, I think it is very important that we learn to see our surroundings for what they have become. In many places, it feels as if there just isn't that much left that's worth trying to save. If all the culture we see is commercial culture, and all the society we see is consumer society, then the best we can do is walk away from it, and look for other people who are ready to do the same." -- Dmitry Orlov

The quote is from a lecture by Dmity Orlov. I came across a reference to the transcripts on the Carolyn Baker site. I am moving away from the hopeless political and financial narratives that fill both the so-called "mainstream media" and the alternative media. Increasingly, the dichotomy between the former and the latter is disappearing. There is just too much "hot air" chatter relying upon false optimism. I have been sensing that something is terribly wrong with the "system." Hence, I have been whittling down my repertoire of news sources.

I have made my own vague prognostications in the "blog" about the coming collapse of the "system." However, there is no way to make a stable prediction. The rules have been changing rapidly. And, the pathetic indicators like the stock market have been all over the map. The most troubling is the pseudo-deflationary trend. The fact that food prices are still going up is a major clue. I have read most of Orlov's prior articles. Not until the latest transcript did I sense a certainty to his words. An inner chord was struck, and I then realized what I have been consciously or subconsciously been preparing for over a number of years. My role-playing as mendicant monk, homeless guy, or urban nomad was, perhaps, an internal alarm warning me of the dangers ahead.

Another urban nomad kind-of-a-day ... what day is it? Did I wake up yet? I could swear that I have lived through the events before. Oh, I forgot, nothing ever changes with the urban nomad's routine. Sheesh! The only time I am actually able to see what is on the tube is when I am at the gym. There are four large flat-screen tubes in the cardio area and one in the locker room. I have observed that the news channels are covering Obamamania 24/7 now. Truly an Obamanation. Being sheltered from mass media, I immediately recognized the "hard sell" tactic. In fact, I am now convinced that the so-called Obama "landslide" was contrived. The figurehead Obama will serve to placate the masses while the looting and pillaging continue.

Another evening with my Toshiba® Satellite notebook computer is all that I have to look forward to. There have been numerous updates appearing in the Ubuntu update manager. However, I have been manually refusing the updates. I must tediously sort through the list to see which updates will not wreak havoc on my computer. The main problem is the Linux kernel upgrade. I have not anything positive about the latter so far. What has happened to Ubuntu? A sign of the times, I presume.

Altar of Stupidity

"The change from a print-based to an image-based society has transformed our nation. Huge segments of our population, especially those who live in the embrace of the Christian right and the consumer culture, are completely unmoored from reality. They lack the capacity to search for truth and cope rationally with our mounting social and economic ills. They seek clarity, entertainment and order. They are willing to use force to impose this clarity on others, especially those who do not speak as they speak and think as they think. All the traditional tools of democracies, including dispassionate scientific and historical truth, facts, news and rational debate, are useless instruments in a world that lacks the capacity to use them." -- Chris Hedges

Another urban nomad kind-of-a-day was sacrificed on the altar of stupidity. Absolutely nothing out of the ordinary occurred. I lapsed in and out of a coma in the inner courtyard of the library. Then, I performed my usual workout at the gym. I was back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 5pm. Anything else to report? Nada.

As I meandered around from place to place during the day, I noticed that the general populace is composed primarily of slobs and losers. There are very few individuals who qualify as "beautiful people." I thought of setting up an image archive of the everyday losers here in Hawai'i. I would have to waste money and obtain a digital camera. Then, I would have to waste my time taking unauthorized photographs of disgusting slobs and losers. Who would be interested in such an atrocity? Heck, the ol' lavahead himself is a disgusting slob. Did you see his latest photo in the "blog" of August 12th? Sheesh!

And, while I'm at it ... why are all the hotties doing hurdy-gurdy viideos? Take Lindsay Meadows, for example. Baby is way too hot for that. Incidentally, Lindsay is the most popular search criterion that leads visitors to the "blog." Mind you, there is only one image of her in the entire "blog." Well, now there are two.

With nothing else to discuss, I refer the one-and-only legitimate reader of the "blog" to the article from which the quote at the beginning is sourced. The article is titled, "America the Illiterate," and it appeared on the Truthdig site. Oh, did I mention that yesterday was a holiday? That's why the urban nomad's itinerary was modified. site.

Cartoon Computer

I was on my way to Kahala Mall at 8:15am this morning on the bus. I spent about 2.5 hours at Barnes & Noble® of which most of the time was spent in the café. I cannot say that the experience was enjoyable. I have become keenly aware of the dichotomy of my urban nomad existence as opposed to the "normal" life-style of consumerism. The dichotomy conveniently explains my pariah status. What I do tend to observe is just how banal the societal landscape really is. In other parts of the world, the act of obtaining a daily supply of clean water is a cumbersome task. Here in the empire, we need not worry about such trivia. We concern ourselves with far greater issues such as the acquisition of myriad shiny objects.

The mall gradually became packed with Saturnalia shoppers. Feeling nauseous, I returned to Slob Manor (read: rental housing) immediately. When I arrived, the Chinaman was outside washing his new ride, a dark green "American"-made (read: generic) sedan. He has also been riding the bus lately. In fact, he was on the same bus with me a couple of weeks ago. I piddled around until 1:30pm. Then, I drove my Nissan® Frontier truck to Koko Marina. The whole place was packed. I had to park in the obscure Hawai'i National Bank lot adjacent to Koko Marina.

I walked to the gym and performed my usual workout. Feelings of dichotomy and alienation visited me again as I was "pumping iron," so to speak. What a foolish endeavor, I thought to myself. Nonetheless, I completed my cardio workout undeterred. I decided to treat myself to dinner at Taco Bell®. Two Cheesy Double Beef Burritos, of course! Two extremely gorgeous young hotties were in line behind me. They ended up eating their meal at the table adjacent to mine. They are the first set of gorgeous young hotties I have ever seen at Taco Bell®. Usually, the customers are fat slobs, high school punks, or poverty-stricken losers like the ol' lavahead.

I shopped for a couple of items at Foodland, although I spent almost 45 minutes there. I wanted something worthy of eating, but all I could see was junk food. About 80 percent of the food inventory in a market is crap, just non-nutritious filler to satiate an empty stomach. My return to Slob Manor was uneventful. What do I have to look forward to? An evening with my Toshiba® Satellite notebook computer?

I have grown weary of Ubuntu Linux. After all, it is a computer operating system. Nothing more, nothing less. I have done nothing to customize the appearance of Gnome®. My desktop looks exactly like the default version on the Ubuntu site right down to the brown color theme. I have seen some incredible themes incorporated by other users. I almost could not recognize that they were using Linux. I am, however, not impressed by the attempts to make Gnome look like OS X. The new KDE desktop looks nice, but I am not ready to switch. Alas, we are only talking about a silly computer. I won't be showing off my computer's desktop to anyone. So, why not be satisfied with the spartan and "cartoon-ish" look of Ubuntu?