Vienna Sausage - RIP

I ran into my homeless buddy this morning. He mentioned that theft situation in the Next Step homeless shelter is out of control. He now drops off anything valuable (e.g., notebook computer) in his rental storage unit before checking in at the shelter in the evening. Then, he retrieves his valuables the next morning. He is now anxiously awaiting word about any available subsidized housing rentals. I also chatted with Kevin, the burly homeless guy. He has been conspicuously absent for over a week because of an alcoholic drinking binge and subsequent time in a detoxification center.

RIP Vienna Sausage
Out of curiosity, I decided to "test" the Vienna Sausage. The results? The Vienna Sausage is almost completely dysfunctional, having failed all of the diagnostics. The ol' lavahead is an impotent walking cadaver. Woe is the ol' lavahead! No wonder he easily divested the massive hurdy-gurdy video library (HGVL). Sheesh!

Walking Cadavers

What a horrendous day! I nearly fell squarely on my face after I tripped over a non-existent obstruction. I sustained a few scrapes. All of the food that I normally purchase at the supermarket was completely gone. The only highlight of the day was my visit to my local bank and the bank that holds my mortgage for the detestable "condotel" unit. The tellers were all gorgeous young hotties. Otherwise, usual Hawai'i Kai visit. Nothing to report.

The one really traumatic ordeal of being an old codger is seeing all of the young hotties running amuck. No babe, not even an older babe, is in interested in an old codger who looks like a wrinkled prune with a sagging physique. So, what's left? Downloading hurdy-gurdy videos and chokin' da chicken. It is a pathetic blessing that the Vienna Sausage eventually atrophies. Old fools who try to postpone the inevitable with risky medication or implants are kidding themselves. When the Vienna Sausage goes, though, a man becomes a real walking cadaver.

Actually, in a sense, we're all walking cadavers from the time we are born. A few decades is really meaningless with respect to time. Yet, humans proceed with the same flawed "immortality narratives." Just look at all of the killing and maiming going on globally. All the pain and suffering. Just so the moneychangers and powers-that-be can appease Molech. In the quest for immortality, the peons must be sacrificed at the altar. Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa!

Gold Fodder

Have you noticed the proliferation of gold and jewelry buyers in your neighborhood? There's a shop on nearly every corner. Times are hard, and people are obviously trading in whatever they can for cash. Yet, does that merit a shop on every corner? Why? Then, it dawned upon me that a lot of sovereign states are attempting to repatriate their gold that has been curiously stored outside of their borders.

There has been a lot of speculation that a significant portion of the stored gold is missing. The custodians have apparently taken a few liberties. If there is any truth to the allegations, then the reason for the tremendous demand for gold makes sense. For starters, I would suggest researching the topic of Germany's and China's gold reserves. Yeah, something "fishy" is going on. Is it time to purchase gold?

Very little else to discuss. The final donation of useless crap was accomplished. Even my humble soap dish was donated. Sheesh!

Zero Fodder

I ran into my homeless buddy. He has been working at the Alakea Delicatessen in town about three days per week. He has also been actively pursuing a low income rental (i.e., subsidized) unit. A few of the homeless have already been placed at several locations.

Nothing to report. I decided to stay in at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) for the evening. Both Alan and the "chef" were gone. Tom was on good behavior for a change. So, I enjoyed a little peace and quiet in my squalid room.

My Fellow Cadavers

Greetings, my fellow cadavers! Did you like that? Well, it's true. Everywhere I look, I see nothing but cadavers ... err, people. Thousands upon thousands of people, and I am just here in tiny Hawai'i. Seven billion people on the planet, all of them mortal. We'll eventually all the end up as cadavers. Where the heck are all of the current and future cadavers going to be placed? After all, humanity continues the tradition of preserving cadavers in marked graves or mausoleums, presumably to allow ease of identification by a deity for future resurrection. Can you imagine a planet overrun by cadavers?

Well, I am in the process of preparing one final donation of useless possessions, of which the drop off in the charity bin is scheduled for Sunday. This is it, my friends. I will be down to less than the bare necessities. I am at the base poverty level as it is. Otherwise, usual Hawai'i Kai visit. Nothing to report.

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I ran into Ann this morning. She's still unemployed and frantically looking for a new wage slave position. I certainly could not offer any options. I seriously doubt that she would even entertain the idea of moving into a homeless shelter. Incidentally, I have not seen any of the familiar homeless faces including my homeless buddy. What happened to them?

Once again, absolutely no progress is being made toward my exit from society. I am literally dragging my feet. The stupid part, of course, is that there is so little left to be done. Why not just get it over with already? And, what about my precarious financial situation? How should I protect my squalid net worth? Should I purchase $40,000 in gold bars or a Jawbone® Jambox®? Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa!

Non-Existent Fodder

I have been pondering my non-existence for a few days now. It's kind of a frightening thought. According to Stephen Cave in his book, "Immortality," we really cannot conceptualize non-existence. Even if we were to attempt to visualize non-existence, we would fail because the viewpoint would still be third-party at best. So, there's no need to get worked up over nothing.

Well, I beg to differ. Even if I cannot conceptualize my own non-existence, I am not relieved. Non-existence is not some kind of paradise or brain vacation. Consciousness is completely extinguished, and the state of being an entity disappears. Sentience terminates. What are we to make of that?

As I stated previously, consciousness is a curse. Once we become self-aware and realize our mortality, there is no return to ignorance. We have to live with the curse from that point forward. Hence, all of our activities, our distractions, our psychopathologies, and our flawed beliefs are feeble attempts to circumvent the curse. Obviously, to no avail.

By the way, wasting time and "rearranging the deck chairs on the Titanic" are really just subjective assessments based upon mortal time. All human endeavors are a waste of time. Mortality insures that any outcome is pointless. And, really, we are working diligently toward our self-destruction anyway.

So, where do we go from here? I'd have to say that we need to quickly abandon most, if not all, of our global, local, and personal paradigms. We only live in the moment, so producing lasting memories is ludicrous. Projecting way into the future is another laughable venture. In other words, we must immediately discard ingrained "immortality narratives." With that said, my only useful activity for the day was the restoration of my extreme monk haircut.

Foolish Fodder

I have been allocating less and less time for the composition of the "blog," albeit deliberately, even though the tablet computer now accompanies me all day, every day. The "blog" has also been forced into simplicity because I can no longer invoke any of features in the new Web interface, as I mentioned on a previous occasion. Of course, now I am repeating myself. So, on to random thoughts.

Lots of anxiety today. None of my daily activities makes any sense anymore. I am either wasting valuable time or "rearranging the deck chairs on the Titanic." Yet, I have no other clear options. Oh boy, repeating myself again.

I neglected to mention that I saw Les on the bus on Saturday. He boarded in Kaimuki, so I must assume that he resides in the vicinity. He sat in the seat across from me. I can confirm that he looks as though he's in his seventies. He has cut his hair somewhat short, so he must be aware that he's completely gray. Of course, short gray hair does not make him look any younger. Even worse, he now has the face of an old codger. Waiting for the "Rapture," Armageddon, or the return of Molech is surely taking a toll on him.

Everywhere I am, I observe myriad kids and toddlers. There's apparently a new "baby boom" going on. Sheer insanity! The average is about two or three youngsters per family. What are those parents thinking? Of course, the denial of mortality allows people to engage in extremely foolish behavior. Or, maybe like Les, they believe that all the little "souls" will eventually end up in "Heaven." Dangerous and stupid thinking.

No Time For Holidays VII

Another day to honor the empire's fallen soldiers. It would not be so tragic if theirs lives had not been sacrificed in vain, that is, serving as cannon fodder to advance the deviant agenda of the "one percent" (i.e., the moneychangers and powers-that-be). Of course, wars have always plagued humans. Wars are often conflicts of flawed beliefs or failed "immortality narratives." Overall, that is why the "civilization" paradigm is unworkable.

Heard from Caroll. She has moved to Watsonville in Cali with her brother. They acquired "Section 8" housing. Her brother apparently suffered from two strokes so far. They are surviving on very little money. Otherwise, usual Hawai'i Kai visit. Nothing else to report.

Time Fodder

Not much transpired today to qualify as anything beyond normal. I was detached and focused my thoughts mainly on my mortality. In the end, that's what freedom buys. Yes, more time to reflect on the futility of a short lifespan. Would I rather return to full-on slavery and a life purely saturated with distractions? Not really.

Frankly, I would rather be acutely aware of every painfully dull moment of my waking hours than to suddenly discover that weeks, months, or years have elapsed with no real recollection of any interval of time. I'd rather watch paint dry than not even notice that the paint was ever applied. When time passes too quickly, there can be no appreciation of it and no moment to savor.

We humans, individually, have a mere few brief decades to experience ... well, the universe. In five billion years, no solar system, no earth. Eventually, the expanding universe will cool to absolute zero. Game over. None of us will be coming back after our time. I am both dumbfounded and terrified. Yet, here we are on earth, continuing to pull the same asinine stunts. For example, the "one percent" is inflicting severe pain and suffering on the "99 percent" in order to steal the minuscule wealth owned by the latter rank-and-file peons. What is it all worth? I'll tell you. Absolutely nothing. Foolish. Meaningless. Downright stupid.

I am also pondering the surreal concept of non-existence. I am not speaking of being invisible to babes. Rather, I am alluding to the moment when my time is up. The thought provokes a lot of anxiety, to say the least. However, I will leave the topic for another day.