Memory Fodder

Another "No Time for Holidays" kind-of-a-day. As usual, the homeless could be spotted in the exact same locales as the ol' lavahead. Little wonder why he is often mistaken for one of the homeless. Sheesh!

I have been pondering my mortality once again. What do I need to accomplish before my time is up? That's a good question, isn't it? We've been trained to squeeze as many exciting experiences as possible within our short lifespan. Yet, I have to wonder, does such a strategy make any sense? All life experiences accrue as memories. What good are memories when the feeble mind eventually forgets them?

I find that I have nothing left to accomplish, not that I accomplished anything to begin with. I have essentially done nothing. And, I don't expect the trend to change. All I want to do is sit around and literally watch the world parade in front of me. No participation, of course. I am down to divesting what little possessions that remain and performing minimal personal maintenance. That's it.

Post No. 2,385

Usual Hawai'i Kai visit. Nada, nada, nada, nada to report. Rest of the day? Same ol' shit. This is 2,385th post in the "blog." What more can be said?

Homeless shelters? Gold? General stupidity? I am beginning to lose my focus. The "blog" is going off in the wrong direction again. Not good. Oh, I don't know. I am somewhat fatigued and irate after reading Chris Ferguson's book, "Predator Nation." I have been reading quite a bit of material concerning the contrived global financial crisis. However, I did not realize just how rigged and corrupt the "system" is. Why are the rank-and-file peons even bothering to vote in the (s)elections? What is the point?

Now we have the idiotic Saturnalia shopping season coming up. Every year, same ol' shit. Excessive spending on useless junk as a distraction. Pure insanity. What's even worse is that people are displaying ever more psychotic symptoms in public. Their behavior is clearly aberrant. However, no one notices because it is the collective "norm."

Case in point. I was sitting in one of the chairs in the bookstore in the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala this evening. I was composing the "blog" as usual. A crazed bitch wearing a huge head scarf was frantically stumbling through the aisles. The bitch rammed into my chair, stepping on my feet in the process, nearly falling on top of me. Without saying anything, the bitch quickly returned to stumbling around. Until I said, "Watch where you're going, you stupid bitch," there wasn't any attempt at an apology. A prompted apology, of course, means nothing to me. I rebutted, "Why don't you take that fucking thing off your head so you can see where you're going?" As can clearly be ascertained, I am a genuine "people person." Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa!

Gold & Stupidity

I ran into my homeless buddy again. He has been investigating the transitional housing referrals, only to discover that the waiting list is spanning between one and three years. So, he will be staying at the Next Step homeless shelter for a while longer. He is also commencing a part-time wage slave job tomorrow at a restaurant in town. And, he is now spending the weekends at his babe's place.

I completed reading the book, "Predator Nation: Corporate Criminals, Political Corruption, and the Hijacking of America," by Charles Ferguson. Very interesting book. However, I would not advise reading it without a good supply of antacids handy. The truth will really hurt.

I am now seriously contemplating the purchase of $40,000 or even more in gold bars. I can provide no adequate reason for the purchase. Heck, even the majority of so-called "gold bugs" are not heavily invested in physical gold, preferring exchange-traded funds (ETFs) instead. I have already previously discussed the reasons against gold purchases in the "blog." My opinion hasn't changed, but the purchase may still go through.

I don't want to keep repeating myself or belabor old points, but I really cannot believe how stupidity and ignorance has totally festered within the general populace. To say that people in general are stupid would be a drastic understatement. The fact is that they are becoming more stupid, if that is even possible. Brain donors, fucktards, morons, imbeciles, dickheads, asswipes ... all of them arrogant and haughty. In other words, damned proud to be stupid. Scary, isn't it? Well, I admit it, that's the reason why I seek a hedge position in gold.

Jolt to the Cranium

The drunkard Tom was up until 5am this morning at Slob Manor (read: rental housing), imbibing on cheap booze with one of his drunkard buddies. Naturally, Tom was doing all of the talking. I could hear him droning on and on. Lately, he's been slamming doors a lot during his brief moments of sobriety. Long story short, I suspect that Tom is suffering from alcohol psychosis, which is manifesting itself in unpredictable rage.

Well, I have a surprise for Tom, if he spirals out of control. The trusty Nova® Spirit electronic restraining device (ERD) still has enough "juice" to jolt his cranium real good. A little electroshock therapy goes a long way in abating psychotic symptoms. Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa! Later, I will have to order a new battery for the device. No telling how many "doses" that Tom may require.

I ran into my homeless buddy this morning. His case worker is attempting to find him transitional housing (i.e., temporary housing at reduced rent). He also provided me with more details concerning the scheme that would have to be perpetrated to admit me into the Next Step homeless shelter. Clearly, we are looking at falsified documents, forgery, deception by omission, perjury, and so forth. "It's not a crime, we're not stealing," he told me.

(S)election Day 2012

The annoying circus of (S)election Day left me no choice but to follow the "No Time for Holidays" itinerary. Buses were running on regular schedule, but public schools, libraries, community colleges, and university were closed. Voting means nothing to me. I am a Socialist (for lack of a better option), and there are no candidates representing the people's party.

I'm predicting that Mitt Romney will be (s)elected. The masses appear ready to swing in the direction of religious (read: hypocritical) conservatism. Actually, too predictable. Too stupid. Want answers? Read the book, "Denial of Death," by Ernest Becker.

Frankly, I am hoping for a Romney win. Then, the final demise of the middle class will be inevitable. There will be millions more people joining me and the other impoverished victims for endless pain and suffering. Maybe the fools will come to realize that they have been betrayed. Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa!

I ran into Kevin, the burly homeless guy, at the bookstore in the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Ala Moana Center this morning. He was totally inebriated. Aside from that, same ol' "No Time for Holidays" shit.

Breaking News! The Obama fool has been re-(s)elected. Four more years of the same ol' shit. Woe is us!

Collections

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Usual Hawai'i Kai visit. Nothing to report. Back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I am still purging useless "knick-knacks" (for lack of a better term). Stuff just needs to go. If anything actually needs replacement, a disposable equivalent will be chosen.

We humans sure spend a lot of time collecting junk, most likely an offshoot of one or more of the "immortality narratives." By the time most people become senior citizens, they have a house full of crap collected over decades. When they eventually pass on, their junk is either discarded or donated to charity. There is no legacy.

Even the homeless are not immune. Take my homeless buddy, for example. He spends nearly all of his waking hours engaged in downloading thousands of movies and music from torrent sites, storing all of them on multiple portable hard drives. What's the sense? Slob Manor's "chef" has been renting hundreds of DVDs and "ripping" them onto writable DVDs for his library. Little does the fool know that writable DVDs deteriorate after five years. Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa! By contrast, the small remnant of the once massive hurdy-gurdy video library (HGVL) is stored on a flash drive (which will remain intact well over ten years without constant read-write activity). Foolishness nonetheless.

Purge

My recent "flashbacks" have been a purging of sorts, a final reconciliation with the failed "civilization" paradigm and its expectations of the serf class. I have had to part ways with many flawed beliefs. Now, I am essentially stripped of everything that purported to give me some kind of meaning and purpose in the general scheme of things.

Meaning and purpose are entirely individual constructs anyway. Meaning and purpose to one person may be totally frivolous to another. All in all, we humans define meaning and purpose within the framework of the "immortality narratives." Once the framework has been disproven, there is a sense of being stripped naked. That, of course, forces us to deal entirely with the present moment. Everything else is either relegated to fading memory or seated in anxiety of infinite uncertain outcomes somewhere in the future.

I dropped off the last of my useless crap at the charity donation bin at the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala this evening. The useless cell phone was amongst the items. I am down to nearly nothing. Most of the homeless have much more than I (aside from the truck and the detestable "condotel" unit). I feel naked and vulnerable, although I also feel somewhat less enslaved.

Yesterday, I looked back at my life and summarized it as a failure. My evaluation criteria were the "immortality narratives." Today, I realized that I cannot subjectively evaluate my life. It transpired in the fashion of flawed beliefs. So, what happens next?

The only tangible and universal human purpose is procreation. The ol' lavahead failed at that as well since he is detestable to babes. However, why would he desire to bring new humans into existence, only to have them suffer the same terminal fate?

On a side note, I performed the detestable monthly financial transactions on my tablet computer without a hitch. I am confident that I will not need anything else but the tablet computer from this point forward.

Flashback

I have been experiencing a lot of "flashbacks," snippets of memories from the past. All of the snippets have been related to some kind of foolishness that I was engaged in. There's no question in my mind that I have essentially wasted most of my life in frivolity. Regrets? Of course! I can't even say that any of the "flashbacks" were worthy of mention.

Imagine most of an entire lifetime spent engaged in incredibly stupid behavior. Lots of time and money wasted. Lots of embarrassing moments. Many risks to good health. Many "burned bridges." Nothing accomplished except general stupidity. Yeah, lots of failures. The "blog" only chronicles the time period that I came to my senses, sort of. What more can be said?

On a side note, I ran into Professor Cathrin along Fort Street Mall this afternoon. She and Professor Brian (her husband) are still teaching at the Diploma Mill. Aside from the usual trivia, she mentioned that both of them had recent bouts with cancer. I was quite shocked since they are both still in their forties.

Food Fodder

Food is still a sore issue. I am just not able to realize a workable and affordable diet. With that said, I am cutting back on granola consumption because of decreasing quality. I will increase the amount of whole fresh fruit that I eat daily from one to two or more. I have also added expensive energy bars and kefir to my diet. Most of the alleged "healthy" food that I have been eating are "boosted" with vitamins and minerals. Not good, but there are no other options. Nearly all of the other available food is composed of chemical fillers and high fructose corn syrup (HFCS). Keeping the stomach full also means increasing its girth. So, I am stuck with less caloric intake and more "boosts." In other words, more hunger pains, but no malnutrition.

Divestiture of useless crap is going along at a good clip. I will be decommissioning the cell phone this weekend. I will add it to the small package of stuff that is scheduled for the charity donation bin on Sunday. I really have no idea about why I feel the need to amass useless possessions and collect useless junk. For example, I purchased Ernest Becker's book, "Denial of Death," but it is now the only book that is in my library. Why do I need it? Yeah, it will probably end up donated as well. After three annual tsunami evacuations, I have finally come to see the folly of my ways.

The tablet computer continues to suffer from various regressions from the last update. "Apps" are freezing up. The Web browser has become a burden to use. There will be no fix, of course, since it's at end-of-life. There is still about a four-month wait before the update to an entirely new operating system. I'm not really complaining. There's even less incentive to rely on the computers. Oh yeah, usual Hawai'i Kai visit. Nothing to report.

Homeless Fodder

I ran into my homeless buddy, the first time in nearly a week. He's been spending the weekends at the old guy's condo in Waikiki, the place that he was originally offered to rent a room. He simply keeps the old guy company as a trade. The remaining days are still spent at the Next Step homeless shelter. My homeless buddy also mentioned that there are quite a few open cubicles available. Many of the homeless just can't seem to obey the rules. He urged me to reconsider applying for a spot. I also learned that the residents can check in as late as 10pm on weekdays. Weekends and holidays have more flexible options.

I am still continuing to divest useless crap with vigor, thanks to the last tsunami scare. Currently, I am focusing on small "knick-knack" (for lack of a better term) items. I no longer desire to waste any more time in organizing or packing the junk. I have crap stacked up on my squalid desk in my squalid room in Slob Manor (read: rental housing), all being readied for distribution within a few days. Good riddance!

On a side note, I completed the perusal of two books: "Runaway Girl: Escaping Life on the Streets, One Helping Hand at a Time," by Carissa Phelps (with Larkin Warren), and "Degree Mills: The Billion-dollar Industry That Has Sold Over a Million Fake Diplomas," by John Bear (with Allen Ezell).