I have been reading the "Denial File" (an offshoot of the Ernest Becker Foundation) on-line. Very interesting commentaries. I found one entry to be of particular interest last night. The post titled, "Lethal Inspection," was composed by contributor Cory Foster. The title refers to an episode (with the same title) of the animated series, "Futurama," in which the robot, Bender, discovers that a certain "immortality" chip is missing from his circuitry. "This effectively makes him mortal. His reaction is one of rage and violence, and he vows to take revenge on the assembly line inspector whose responsibility it was to make sure that Bender was built to industry standards. He travels through North America on a frantic search for this 'Inspector 5,' and eventually winds up in Tijuana, where he was built," Foster chronicles. The tie-in, of course, is with concepts in the book, "The Denial of Death," by Ernest Becker. I am now frantically looking for the video clip to download onto my tablet computer.
Rage and violence. Sound familiar? Yeah, failed "immortality narratives." Humans never seem to tire of playing the same old games. I am inclined to believe that the model of the five stages of grief developed by Elisabeth Kübler-Ross is relevant over the course of a human lifetime just as it applies to those who are near the end. The actual stages seem to be invoked after adolescence, coincidentally with the emergence of increased self-awareness. What do you think?
All human endeavors have been in vain. The majority of people would take issue with the latter thought. The belief in human exceptionalism can blind the best of us. All of the improvements that have come about through centuries of innovation have only served to increase the human population exponentially. That's the bottom line. Now, every aspect of our many failed and failing paradigms requires "growth." That, my friends, ultimately means population growth. We've lost our way a long time ago. We're only left with entropy to solve our problems in the harshest manner. Oh well. Otherwise, usual Hawai'i Kai visit. Nothing to report.
Monday, December 10, 2012
Sunday, December 09, 2012
Fraud
After receiving two dubious pieces of e-mail about insuring the detestable "condotel" unit, I finally realized the more sinister connotations. The originator of the e-mail was not the devious owners association. Rather, the sender was the insurance agent for the blanket policy that covers the entire property. Odd? Upon closer scrutiny, not really.
Long story short, the insurance industry is on the verge of structural failure. The zero interest rate policy (ZIRP) of the empire's central bank is about to expose the entire insurance Ponzi scheme for what it is. At stake are the victims' premiums, payouts, annuities, and pensions. That's why the insurance industry is seeking to reduce its reserve requirements. Cash needs to be made available for more speculative investments with returns greater than zero percent. Expect a bailout of the insurance industry down the road.
The entire finance, insurance, and real estate (FIRE) sector is riddled with fraud. And, it's getting worse because there's no regulation and no accountability. I don't know why I keep repeating myself about nonsense no one else cares about. Right now, everyone is more concerned about purchasing useless junk to offer as gifts. Money is being used as a proxy for caring. Saturnalia, just as fraudulent as FIRE. Fucking chicken farm.
Long story short, the insurance industry is on the verge of structural failure. The zero interest rate policy (ZIRP) of the empire's central bank is about to expose the entire insurance Ponzi scheme for what it is. At stake are the victims' premiums, payouts, annuities, and pensions. That's why the insurance industry is seeking to reduce its reserve requirements. Cash needs to be made available for more speculative investments with returns greater than zero percent. Expect a bailout of the insurance industry down the road.
The entire finance, insurance, and real estate (FIRE) sector is riddled with fraud. And, it's getting worse because there's no regulation and no accountability. I don't know why I keep repeating myself about nonsense no one else cares about. Right now, everyone is more concerned about purchasing useless junk to offer as gifts. Money is being used as a proxy for caring. Saturnalia, just as fraudulent as FIRE. Fucking chicken farm.
Saturday, December 08, 2012
Fodder for Pariahs
The "ownership" society is killing me. That's the honest truth. Not to mention the chicken farm conditions that we rank-and-file peons must endure. Well, the chicken farm is the long-term result of the "ownership" society (which is a product of the failed "immortality narratives"). "Ownership" is a ludicrous concept. Just ask the victims of Hurricane Sandy.
I am now seriously contemplating the purchase of $100,000 in gold bars prior to my escape from the "system." I really don't know how to handle the storage of the latter and the residual cash. All I know is that I cannot remain a slave for my remaining handful of years. I must know true freedom before I cease to exist.
The Next Step homeless shelter is no longer an option. My homeless buddy has continued to weave a tale of total dereliction in the dump. If I opt for homelessness, I will have to "hit the streets." The shelter is also maintaining a paper trail for all of its residents. Unacceptable.
On a side note, I never realized what a nightmare that humanity has become until I removed the blinders of ignorance. We have been born into the "system," so we did not know better. We must peel back layer upon layer of indoctrinated nonsense before we can even approach some semblance of truth. Subsequently, there's no turning back. Welcome, fellow pariahs!
I am now seriously contemplating the purchase of $100,000 in gold bars prior to my escape from the "system." I really don't know how to handle the storage of the latter and the residual cash. All I know is that I cannot remain a slave for my remaining handful of years. I must know true freedom before I cease to exist.
The Next Step homeless shelter is no longer an option. My homeless buddy has continued to weave a tale of total dereliction in the dump. If I opt for homelessness, I will have to "hit the streets." The shelter is also maintaining a paper trail for all of its residents. Unacceptable.
On a side note, I never realized what a nightmare that humanity has become until I removed the blinders of ignorance. We have been born into the "system," so we did not know better. We must peel back layer upon layer of indoctrinated nonsense before we can even approach some semblance of truth. Subsequently, there's no turning back. Welcome, fellow pariahs!
Friday, December 07, 2012
Beyond the Chicken Farm
I experienced a very strange dream last night. Even though I awoke twice to "drain the lizard," the dream continued once I fell asleep. I will only provide a synopsis. I was employed by an unnamed farcical educational institution. All of the personnel were actual people whom I have worked with before. The head of the institution was a young hottie, whom I have never seen before. Baby came on to the ol' lavahead. The resulting debauchery was beyond imagination. Needless to say, I was both fatigued and dumbfounded all day. Oh yeah, usual Hawai'i Kai visit. Nothing to report.
The global chicken farm is in a terrible disarray. The buildup to the "Libya-tion" of Syria is accelerating. The same sorry-ass script is being deployed again, although few of the empire's moronic cannon fodder can identify the similarities. Lots of innocent Syrians will end up as "collateral damage" (i.e., cadavers), just as they did in Iraq, Afghanistan, Yemen, Libya, and so forth. Once the absolute truths are discovered, once the "immortality narratives" are discarded, then the senselessness of it all can be exposed. Unfortunately, unfounded beliefs (like bad religion), keeps the killing and maiming at a fever pitch.
By the way, I came to the realization today that taxes are not necessary. After the global money "system" proved itself to be a big joke, the idea of wages and taxes is centered on control of the population. Currently all central banks are monetizing their respective sovereign debts. In other words, the central bank buys up all of the government bonds and exchanges them for "paper" money. Take a look at the empire's debt. It keeps growing and growing. Tax revenues will never keep up. So, the debt will most likely never be repaid. Money created out of nothing is funding the endless imperial wars. Why not just float more bonds to pay everyone (i.e., rank-and-file peons) a living wage or a significant lump sum? Yes, that's entirely possible. However, the moneychangers and powers-that-be won't have it. Fucking chicken farm.
The global chicken farm is in a terrible disarray. The buildup to the "Libya-tion" of Syria is accelerating. The same sorry-ass script is being deployed again, although few of the empire's moronic cannon fodder can identify the similarities. Lots of innocent Syrians will end up as "collateral damage" (i.e., cadavers), just as they did in Iraq, Afghanistan, Yemen, Libya, and so forth. Once the absolute truths are discovered, once the "immortality narratives" are discarded, then the senselessness of it all can be exposed. Unfortunately, unfounded beliefs (like bad religion), keeps the killing and maiming at a fever pitch.
By the way, I came to the realization today that taxes are not necessary. After the global money "system" proved itself to be a big joke, the idea of wages and taxes is centered on control of the population. Currently all central banks are monetizing their respective sovereign debts. In other words, the central bank buys up all of the government bonds and exchanges them for "paper" money. Take a look at the empire's debt. It keeps growing and growing. Tax revenues will never keep up. So, the debt will most likely never be repaid. Money created out of nothing is funding the endless imperial wars. Why not just float more bonds to pay everyone (i.e., rank-and-file peons) a living wage or a significant lump sum? Yes, that's entirely possible. However, the moneychangers and powers-that-be won't have it. Fucking chicken farm.
Thursday, December 06, 2012
Chicken Farm
The world of humans is a chicken farm (refer to the documentary video, "Food, Inc." for a good view of a chicken farm). "Civilization" is a chicken farm. Society is a chicken farm. We are the chickens.
With each passing day, I am becoming more and more aware of the farce. Once the virulent "immortality narratives" have been inoculated, once the failed "civilization" paradigm has been discarded, once the denial of mortality has been neutralized, then there is nothing left but the naked truth. We have created a global chicken farm with recursive chicken farms for all other species of life.
I ran into Kevin, the burly homeless guy, and confirmed that he was at Kawaikui Beach Park yesterday. He spent the time there in an inebriated state. A few minutes later, I espied Kevin in the public library's restroom with a cohort who was splitting a bottle of Vodka between them. Lots of new homeless faces, by the way. Chicken farm.
This afternoon, I spent the last half of the bus ride back to Slob Manor (read: rental housing) standing up because an extremely obese bitch had sat next to me. Or, should I say, sat on me. The layers of viscous blubber oozed over my arm and leg. Of course, within a few seconds, the amorphous blob was coated with perspiration. Rather than sit there and end up soaked with the hideous creature's sweat and odor, I chose to relinquish the seat. The huge balloon of fat then molded itself to fit two seats. Fucking chicken farm.
With each passing day, I am becoming more and more aware of the farce. Once the virulent "immortality narratives" have been inoculated, once the failed "civilization" paradigm has been discarded, once the denial of mortality has been neutralized, then there is nothing left but the naked truth. We have created a global chicken farm with recursive chicken farms for all other species of life.
I ran into Kevin, the burly homeless guy, and confirmed that he was at Kawaikui Beach Park yesterday. He spent the time there in an inebriated state. A few minutes later, I espied Kevin in the public library's restroom with a cohort who was splitting a bottle of Vodka between them. Lots of new homeless faces, by the way. Chicken farm.
This afternoon, I spent the last half of the bus ride back to Slob Manor (read: rental housing) standing up because an extremely obese bitch had sat next to me. Or, should I say, sat on me. The layers of viscous blubber oozed over my arm and leg. Of course, within a few seconds, the amorphous blob was coated with perspiration. Rather than sit there and end up soaked with the hideous creature's sweat and odor, I chose to relinquish the seat. The huge balloon of fat then molded itself to fit two seats. Fucking chicken farm.
Wednesday, December 05, 2012
Wishful Fodder
Yesterday at Slob Manor (read: rental housing), Alan summarized his retirement plans during our brief conversation. He plans to remain employed until age sixty-six. Each year, he invests $20,000 in his retirement account. He expects to have $300,000 at the end (with distributions reinvested). The money is in some kind of stock equity fund, which Alan claimed to be yielding 20 percent per annum. Upon retirement, Alan will use his monthly Social Security benefits to pay the mortgage on his "McMansion" in Arizona. For living expenses, he plans to live off of the "interest" income from his retirement account. Lots of wishful thinking, eh?
On the other hand, I have had recurring intrusive thoughts about fleeing the "system." I want to withdraw all the money in my investment and retirement accounts. About one-quarter of the proceeds would be converted to gold bars. The remaining amount would be held in useless paper money. I would then immediately default on the "condotel" mortgage, taking a nasty $80,000 "haircut." However, I would finally be free. Is such a large loss worth it? I am beginning to think so.
I really want to "wipe the slate clean" and start over again. I want complete anonymity and autonomy. Then, I want to disappear into the "underground." Homelessness? Perhaps. As of now, only freedom matters. Freedom, for fuck's sake!
This morning, while standing at the bus stop, I saw Kevin (the burly homeless guy) alight a bus on the other side of the highway. He walked into Kawaikui Beach Park and disappeared. I muttered, "What the fuck is Kevin doing over there?" That's the first time I have seen him in over a week. Aside from that, the highlight of the day was the restoration of my extreme monk haircut.
On the other hand, I have had recurring intrusive thoughts about fleeing the "system." I want to withdraw all the money in my investment and retirement accounts. About one-quarter of the proceeds would be converted to gold bars. The remaining amount would be held in useless paper money. I would then immediately default on the "condotel" mortgage, taking a nasty $80,000 "haircut." However, I would finally be free. Is such a large loss worth it? I am beginning to think so.
I really want to "wipe the slate clean" and start over again. I want complete anonymity and autonomy. Then, I want to disappear into the "underground." Homelessness? Perhaps. As of now, only freedom matters. Freedom, for fuck's sake!
This morning, while standing at the bus stop, I saw Kevin (the burly homeless guy) alight a bus on the other side of the highway. He walked into Kawaikui Beach Park and disappeared. I muttered, "What the fuck is Kevin doing over there?" That's the first time I have seen him in over a week. Aside from that, the highlight of the day was the restoration of my extreme monk haircut.
Tuesday, December 04, 2012
Old Man Stories II
"First the glasses, now hearing aids," Alan lamented to me this morning at Slob Manor (read: rental housing). "After turning 60 years old, everything has been downhill." He then showed me his new $2,000 over-the-ear hearing aid. Alan had no choice. His employer will force early retirement upon him if he can't pass the hearing test. Frankly, the real plan is probably to replace Alan with someone younger at entry level wages. Of course, that would ruin Alan's grandiose retirement plans.
My homeless buddy was somewhat upset this morning. He was interested in finding a decent wage slave job, but he has thus far only received referrals to minimum wage dishwasher positions. If he earns less than his current disability benefits, then he may as well remain unemployed. My homeless buddy is 54 years old, obviously no "Spring chicken." He is running out of options. We chatted only briefly because he had to meet up with the homeless work detail. All able-bodied homeless males from the Next Step homeless shelter were required to work for four hours this afternoon putting up Saturnalia decorations in the park near the shelter.
I have downloaded a handful of choice hurdy-gurdy video clips onto the tablet computer in order to "test" the dysfunctional Vienna Sausage. Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa! There won't be any kind of archive. I am simply following what Mr. Ray in Washington State once suggested: download the files as needed and dispose of them afterward. I can't access the hurdy-gurdy video files on the flash drives with the tablet computer, by the way. That's how stupid the idea of maintaining collections or archives really is. Sheesh!
My homeless buddy was somewhat upset this morning. He was interested in finding a decent wage slave job, but he has thus far only received referrals to minimum wage dishwasher positions. If he earns less than his current disability benefits, then he may as well remain unemployed. My homeless buddy is 54 years old, obviously no "Spring chicken." He is running out of options. We chatted only briefly because he had to meet up with the homeless work detail. All able-bodied homeless males from the Next Step homeless shelter were required to work for four hours this afternoon putting up Saturnalia decorations in the park near the shelter.
I have downloaded a handful of choice hurdy-gurdy video clips onto the tablet computer in order to "test" the dysfunctional Vienna Sausage. Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa! There won't be any kind of archive. I am simply following what Mr. Ray in Washington State once suggested: download the files as needed and dispose of them afterward. I can't access the hurdy-gurdy video files on the flash drives with the tablet computer, by the way. That's how stupid the idea of maintaining collections or archives really is. Sheesh!
Monday, December 03, 2012
Old Man Stories I
Very disturbing. I have noticed that the skin on my arms and the back of my hands is no longer smooth. The texture is "crinkly" (for lack of a better term). In other words, the elasticity is all but gone. My palms have hundreds of wrinkle lines. The muscles in my thighs are flabby. A few years ago, my thighs were larger and rock hard. My body is in the process of decomposition. Very soon, nothing that I do will abate the physical deterioration.
The oversized cranium itself is another story. Wrinkles are becoming more pronounced, with "bags" forming below the eyes. Small old man spots and other facial blemishes are speckled generously. The facial hair is almost exclusively gray. Well, I am beginning to fit the description of "old codger."
Aside from the obvious, I have been looking and seeing things that could only be because of one of two possibilities: either I am going insane, or the entirety of humanity has gone insane. With the absolute truth in the form of Ernest Becker's book, "The Denial of Death," firmly in hand, I am assured that I am not the one suffering from insanity. Anxiety, maybe. I am an old man now, so no one will pay heed to my words. So, why bother? Oh yeah, usual Hawai'i Kai visit. Nothing to report.
The oversized cranium itself is another story. Wrinkles are becoming more pronounced, with "bags" forming below the eyes. Small old man spots and other facial blemishes are speckled generously. The facial hair is almost exclusively gray. Well, I am beginning to fit the description of "old codger."
Aside from the obvious, I have been looking and seeing things that could only be because of one of two possibilities: either I am going insane, or the entirety of humanity has gone insane. With the absolute truth in the form of Ernest Becker's book, "The Denial of Death," firmly in hand, I am assured that I am not the one suffering from insanity. Anxiety, maybe. I am an old man now, so no one will pay heed to my words. So, why bother? Oh yeah, usual Hawai'i Kai visit. Nothing to report.
Sunday, December 02, 2012
Never-Ending Shit (Reprise)
"I have more money than everyone else in there," my homeless buddy told me yesterday, referring to the other Next Step homeless shelter residents. I don't doubt him, but that's why he may not be welcome there for too much longer. If it had been me, I would probably be arrested for impersonating a homeless guy. Sheesh!
The only reason that the "blog" has yet to be mummified is my fear of becoming a simple minded media consumer. Composing the idiotic "blog" is an active, albeit benign, interaction. Otherwise, I would just be zombie tapping away at the screen on my tablet computer. That's why the transition has been postponed. Currently, I am looking at the end of the year as the official mummification date. Who knows? Who cares?
Of course, every day, same ol' shit. That's pretty much the consensus for all "blog" varieties (i.e., news, politics, finance, economics, sports, religion, conspiracy theory, and so forth). Same ol' shit is the order of the day. Movies, programs on the tube, same ol' shit. Books, comics, newspapers, same ol' shit. Stock market, mutual funds, bonds, same ol' shit. School, wage slavery, same ol' shit. Food, same ol' shit. Morons, brain donors, fools, fucktards, same ol' shit. Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa!
The only reason that the "blog" has yet to be mummified is my fear of becoming a simple minded media consumer. Composing the idiotic "blog" is an active, albeit benign, interaction. Otherwise, I would just be zombie tapping away at the screen on my tablet computer. That's why the transition has been postponed. Currently, I am looking at the end of the year as the official mummification date. Who knows? Who cares?
Of course, every day, same ol' shit. That's pretty much the consensus for all "blog" varieties (i.e., news, politics, finance, economics, sports, religion, conspiracy theory, and so forth). Same ol' shit is the order of the day. Movies, programs on the tube, same ol' shit. Books, comics, newspapers, same ol' shit. Stock market, mutual funds, bonds, same ol' shit. School, wage slavery, same ol' shit. Food, same ol' shit. Morons, brain donors, fools, fucktards, same ol' shit. Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa!
Saturday, December 01, 2012
Net Worth Boondoggle
I ran into my homeless buddy this morning. Lots of nonsense and illegal activities going on at the Next Step homeless shelter. In addition, he mentioned that he is being asked to expedite his move out of the shelter. Somehow it was discovered that he has more money than he originally claimed (even though he has stashed excess cash in a safety deposit box). I suspect that a credit check was initiated. The only transitional housing that is available is way out in Kapolei. Everything in town has a one-year waiting list. So, he's looking at camping out at a church in Kalihi. The church is apparently soliciting for homeless campers. My homeless buddy showed me the flyer with the details. He is going to check it out next week. Heck, if it looks good, I may join him. Sheesh!
The median (not mean) net worth of all the empire's households is $57,000 (of which 37 percent have $10,000 or less in assets). Can those figures really be true? I have been observing people from all walks of life spending so much money on Saturnalia that my mind was boggled. How can they spend thousands upon thousands of worthless paper money when their net worth is only a small multiple of that? I have also heard that most "Baby Boomers" only have about $25,000 in total set aside for retirement. How can that be?
After another grueling day of the same ol' shit, I decided to remain in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) for the evening. I needed a break from viewing the endless Saturnalia stupidity at the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala.
The median (not mean) net worth of all the empire's households is $57,000 (of which 37 percent have $10,000 or less in assets). Can those figures really be true? I have been observing people from all walks of life spending so much money on Saturnalia that my mind was boggled. How can they spend thousands upon thousands of worthless paper money when their net worth is only a small multiple of that? I have also heard that most "Baby Boomers" only have about $25,000 in total set aside for retirement. How can that be?
After another grueling day of the same ol' shit, I decided to remain in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) for the evening. I needed a break from viewing the endless Saturnalia stupidity at the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala.
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