Another evening at my safe haven, Barnes & Noble®, has come and gone. The hottie "bookseller" was on duty. Baby was looking fine. I spent most of my time perusing a few Windows® Vista books. So far, I have been somewhat impressed with the operating system. I have everything including Aero Glass running on my Toshiba® Satellite notebook computer.
I repeated the same nauseating itinerary. I departed for town just before noon, ending up at the Hawai'i State Library again. I did not bother to ask any of the gabachos1 any questions. When the time of reckoning comes, I'll be seeing a lot of those fools (including the fat asswipes at the Diploma Mill) out in the homeless circles. And, I will be there for the "orientation" program. Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaaa!
I did my usual workout at the gym. Most of the gym members at the downtown branch are clowns. They are arrogant and inconsiderate, all strutting around like they are celebrities. Sometimes I wonder why I continue to tolerate that crap. Well, I only have a handful of years before my physique begins to fall apart no matter what I do. Thus, I will continue on until that time comes regardless of the clowns.
I was back in Quagmire Prison (read: hotel) by 4:30pm. I was able to complete the dreaded laundry chores without any interaction with the satanic gargoyle tourists. I have detailed new daily routine as a revision on record of what was once described in the literary subgenius as the "same ol' shit" in the "blog" of April 28th titled, "Who Knew?"
My days have become even more boring and rote. I have absolutely no social contact with anyone. Most of my acquaintances were at the Diploma Mill. I have now resorted to wandering about aimlessly, just like the derelicts and the homeless. Many of them see me on a regular basis. A few have even acknowledged my existence. With that in mind, I have been wondering why I continue to desperately cling to a life-style that I detest. Why not just go all the way and become homeless?
Homelessness is not the issue, however. I am experiencing a level of detachment and disconnection that would not have been possible without the machinations of the sociopathic buddy. Just like El Diablo, he wanted to take everyone and everything down with him. And so, down I went. In a matter of three hours, my whole daily routine changed. I lost the last remaining connections with my previous life. There was no transition. Much like my emancipation from wage slavery, I felt alone and betrayed. I kept asking myself, what am I going to do now?
What I didn't realize is that each step, each disconnection, was bringing me closer and closer to freedom. Yes, I was making the escape to freedom by moving away from automaton conformity. Freedom comes with a heavy price and a "culture shock" initiation. Devoid of glitter, bright lights, gadgets, "shiny objects," babes, and the like, freedom is quite spartan. We have been brainwashed to believe that real freedom is the "Dark Side," the path to insanity. Thus, freedom is feared, a topic covered extensively by Hannah Arendt in her book titled, "The Origins of Totalitarianism," as well as in Erich Fromm's book, "Escape from Freedom."
I observed that my investments made less dividends last month than the previous month even though interest rates were slightly higher, and there was one additional day in the period. There is no other explanation except that the greedy bastards are skimming the money from the top. I have also noticed that, in the past, my money market interest rate would always closely approach the Fed interest rate. In the past five years, the money market rate has lagged by more than a quarter percent.
1Gabacho, a White Supremacist satanic gargoyle.
Wednesday, August 01, 2007
Tuesday, July 31, 2007
No Place to Go
A few days ago, I installed the TiBR application on my beloved Palm® TX. It's a simple and free eBook reader. Last night, I stopped by the Apple® Store to connect to the wireless network. I loaded "War and Peace" by Leo Tolstoy onto my Palm® TX from the ManyBooks site. There's a treasure trove of free classic books on the site. I then spent an hour at Barnes & Noble®, my safe haven. No hottie "bookseller." Boohoo.
Later, upon returning to Quagmire Prison (read: hotel), I spent about 30 minutes in the prison compound with my Palm® TX. I configured TiBR to my liking. I have removed all of the hurdy-gurdy files from the device. For now, my Palm® TX has been redeployed as my secondary Net appliance and eBook reader.
This morning, I left for town on the prison transport (read: bus) at 10:30am. My journey began at the main branch of the Hawai'i State Library. The facility is extremely small considering that it serves a metropolitan area. Reading books is apparently a low priority in Hawai'i. The library building is beautiful, though. It has a large courtyard in the center. The second floor balcony overlooks the perimeter of the courtyard. Most of the books are old and outdated. I found a [deleted] book to peruse. I sat outside on the balcony. I did not see any signs about food consumption, but I decided to ask someone to make sure. The gabacho1 behind the counter replied, "Oh, no. You can't eat anything out there. However, you can sit on the steps outside and eat." He was, in effect, treating me like a homeless guy.
Clearly, "American" society is plagued by a detestable class war and racial prejudice. It is obvious to see why the fabric of society is tattered and crumbling. No real sense of community can be established in such a war zone. With everyone believing to be economically and socially superior to everyone else, there can be no cohesion. Instead there is tension, stress, and resentment. Wage slavery also creates a kind of smugness amongst the wage slaves themselves. Even though they are essentially all peons, they derive a kind of superiority complex. Yet, how many of the fools are one paycheck away from insolvency.
Having my fill of the library, I walked to the YWCA and sat on the benches by the pool. I was able to eat my lunch in peace. I sat there for another 45 minutes before going to the gym. I did my workout and immediately returned to Waikiki.
I can now fully empathize with the homeless. I can understand why they meander about aimlessly. In a "commodified" society, there are very few choice, and every place except the beaches and the parks have an admission fee. The only so-called "public" space is the shopping mall, which is truly sad. There is no place to go. So, why don't I return to wage slavery? Obviously, I am in a financial crisis. I cannot go back because I cannot subject myself to the mind-set of the wage slave. The bitterness, the hubris, the cynicism, the whole cutthroat environment, all of its stinks. The wage slave only lives to earn money to spend indiscriminately. Nothing more, nothing less.
My only goal now is to exit society, which is what Erich Fromm referred to as "escape to freedom, as opposed to the title of his book, "Escape from Freedom." Exiting the "system" is not easy. In fact, it will be a costly venture. That is what I primarily write about in the "blog." Every mistake, every misconception, every false step is costly. No matter how much planning is involved, I find that I am thwarted at every turn. That's the very nature of the "system," although most wage slaves are totally oblivious.
1Gabacho, a White Supremacist satanic gargoyle.
Later, upon returning to Quagmire Prison (read: hotel), I spent about 30 minutes in the prison compound with my Palm® TX. I configured TiBR to my liking. I have removed all of the hurdy-gurdy files from the device. For now, my Palm® TX has been redeployed as my secondary Net appliance and eBook reader.
This morning, I left for town on the prison transport (read: bus) at 10:30am. My journey began at the main branch of the Hawai'i State Library. The facility is extremely small considering that it serves a metropolitan area. Reading books is apparently a low priority in Hawai'i. The library building is beautiful, though. It has a large courtyard in the center. The second floor balcony overlooks the perimeter of the courtyard. Most of the books are old and outdated. I found a [deleted] book to peruse. I sat outside on the balcony. I did not see any signs about food consumption, but I decided to ask someone to make sure. The gabacho1 behind the counter replied, "Oh, no. You can't eat anything out there. However, you can sit on the steps outside and eat." He was, in effect, treating me like a homeless guy.
Clearly, "American" society is plagued by a detestable class war and racial prejudice. It is obvious to see why the fabric of society is tattered and crumbling. No real sense of community can be established in such a war zone. With everyone believing to be economically and socially superior to everyone else, there can be no cohesion. Instead there is tension, stress, and resentment. Wage slavery also creates a kind of smugness amongst the wage slaves themselves. Even though they are essentially all peons, they derive a kind of superiority complex. Yet, how many of the fools are one paycheck away from insolvency.
Having my fill of the library, I walked to the YWCA and sat on the benches by the pool. I was able to eat my lunch in peace. I sat there for another 45 minutes before going to the gym. I did my workout and immediately returned to Waikiki.
I can now fully empathize with the homeless. I can understand why they meander about aimlessly. In a "commodified" society, there are very few choice, and every place except the beaches and the parks have an admission fee. The only so-called "public" space is the shopping mall, which is truly sad. There is no place to go. So, why don't I return to wage slavery? Obviously, I am in a financial crisis. I cannot go back because I cannot subject myself to the mind-set of the wage slave. The bitterness, the hubris, the cynicism, the whole cutthroat environment, all of its stinks. The wage slave only lives to earn money to spend indiscriminately. Nothing more, nothing less.
My only goal now is to exit society, which is what Erich Fromm referred to as "escape to freedom, as opposed to the title of his book, "Escape from Freedom." Exiting the "system" is not easy. In fact, it will be a costly venture. That is what I primarily write about in the "blog." Every mistake, every misconception, every false step is costly. No matter how much planning is involved, I find that I am thwarted at every turn. That's the very nature of the "system," although most wage slaves are totally oblivious.
1Gabacho, a White Supremacist satanic gargoyle.
Monday, July 30, 2007
Trapped
Another evening at my safe haven, Barnes & Noble®. The hottie "bookseller" was on duty. Baby was looking hot. I spent an hour perusing a few books. When I returned to my prison cell (read: little shoebox), I went into lockdown. Naturally, I spent the last of my waking hours with my Toshiba® Satellite laptop computer.
This morning, I was on my way at 8:30am. I paid for my monthly parking at the Waikiki Banyan. Then, I drove my Nissan® Frontier truck to Kahala Mall. The big sale at Longs® is happening this week. So, I purchased nine cans of Van Camp's® Pork and Beans. Then, I ended up at Barnes & Noble®. I purchased a cup of coffee in the café. I met moms at the usual time. Moms and I ate lunch at Pearl's Korean Barbeque. After lunch, I gave moms a ride back to Hawai'i Kai. My nephew was home, so I did not stay to visit. With so much time on my hands, I stopped by Safeway® in Hawai'i Kai and spent another hour at Barnes & Noble® in Kahala Mall.
Once back in Waikiki, I dropped some of my purchased items in my prison cell before making the laborious trek to town. Why am I going to town? The gym, of course! Incidentally, there is finally liquid soap in the dispensers again. After my usual workout and shower, I stopped by Longs® on Hotel Street to purchase a loaf of bread, another can of pork and beans, and one Granny's® Gourmet Muffin. Since I have been banned from the Diploma Mill, I immediately departed for Waikiki on the prison transport (read: bus).
Throughout my day adventure, I made note of the sheer madness of modern life. The shopping mania at Kahala Mall was nauseating. This is what Erich Fromm defined as "automaton conformity" in his book, "Escape from Freedom." Outside of our prisons and mausoleums, there is really only one singular activity available to us: shopping. I observed the numerous wage slaves on morning break or lunch break. Aside from stuffing their kabuki-masked faces with junk food, they were shopping. Traffic was incredibly congested no matter where I went. Where are all of those fools driving to? I became even more cognizant of the looming chaos once the real effects of Peak Oil take hold.
Do not be fooled by wishful "Cornucopian" thinking. Peak Oil is already here. The major oil exporting countries can no longer increase production. In fact, many of those nations have seen an increase in their own domestic demand. That's double jeopardy. The real clue to the crisis is that there has been no increase in investments in new refineries. We've heard all of the stories about how refinery capacity is causing the bottleneck. Why spend billions of dollars for new refineries when they won't be needed. Why not just take the money and run? That's exactly what's happening now.
This morning, I was on my way at 8:30am. I paid for my monthly parking at the Waikiki Banyan. Then, I drove my Nissan® Frontier truck to Kahala Mall. The big sale at Longs® is happening this week. So, I purchased nine cans of Van Camp's® Pork and Beans. Then, I ended up at Barnes & Noble®. I purchased a cup of coffee in the café. I met moms at the usual time. Moms and I ate lunch at Pearl's Korean Barbeque. After lunch, I gave moms a ride back to Hawai'i Kai. My nephew was home, so I did not stay to visit. With so much time on my hands, I stopped by Safeway® in Hawai'i Kai and spent another hour at Barnes & Noble® in Kahala Mall.
Once back in Waikiki, I dropped some of my purchased items in my prison cell before making the laborious trek to town. Why am I going to town? The gym, of course! Incidentally, there is finally liquid soap in the dispensers again. After my usual workout and shower, I stopped by Longs® on Hotel Street to purchase a loaf of bread, another can of pork and beans, and one Granny's® Gourmet Muffin. Since I have been banned from the Diploma Mill, I immediately departed for Waikiki on the prison transport (read: bus).
Throughout my day adventure, I made note of the sheer madness of modern life. The shopping mania at Kahala Mall was nauseating. This is what Erich Fromm defined as "automaton conformity" in his book, "Escape from Freedom." Outside of our prisons and mausoleums, there is really only one singular activity available to us: shopping. I observed the numerous wage slaves on morning break or lunch break. Aside from stuffing their kabuki-masked faces with junk food, they were shopping. Traffic was incredibly congested no matter where I went. Where are all of those fools driving to? I became even more cognizant of the looming chaos once the real effects of Peak Oil take hold.
Do not be fooled by wishful "Cornucopian" thinking. Peak Oil is already here. The major oil exporting countries can no longer increase production. In fact, many of those nations have seen an increase in their own domestic demand. That's double jeopardy. The real clue to the crisis is that there has been no increase in investments in new refineries. We've heard all of the stories about how refinery capacity is causing the bottleneck. Why spend billions of dollars for new refineries when they won't be needed. Why not just take the money and run? That's exactly what's happening now.
Sunday, July 29, 2007
Extreme Sociopath
Yesterday, I spent most of the late afternoon in my prison cell (read: little shoebox) piddling around with my new Toshiba® Satellite P-105 notebook computer. I uninstalled a variety of the useless applications that were bundled with the device. I then installed OpenOffice and Apple® iTunes. Later, I will run the Ubuntu Linux CD to determine whether I will make the conversion. Unfortunately, since I have no other computer available to me, I must insure that I do not disable the only one that I have.
I ended up at Barnes & Noble® at about 9:30pm. I stayed there until closing. The hottie "bookseller" was on duty. Baby was looking hot. I finally returned to my prison cell at around midnight after making a brief stop at the Food Pantry. I continued to piddle around with my new notebook computer.
At 1:07am, I received a phone call from the prison compound (read: hotel lobby) that someone had come by to visit me. When I alighted the elevator in the prison compound, I observed the sociopathic buddy engaged in an animated conversation with Lance, the night watch commander (read: front desk person). Reluctantly, I engaged in a brief discussion with the sociopathic buddy. The sociopathic buddy appeared to be elated for no reason at all. His sole purpose of the visit was to detail his innocence in the matter that resulted in my full termination. He once again went through the variety of "get rich quick" schemes and lawsuits that he has in the works. If what the sociopathic buddy tells me is true, then he is blazing through the remainder of his financial assets fairly quickly. Thus, one of his schemes must bear fruit very soon. The sociopathic buddy was in a manic state, one I assume that was the result of an excessive dose of antidepressant medication. After the sociopathic buddy departed, I wondered about how many more victims he will end up taking down with him.
What I find even more interesting is the charade that the sociopathic buddy maintains. As I have mentioned on a number of occasions, Sitemeter tracks the IP addresses of all visitors to the "blog." Thus, I know that the sociopathic buddy appears on the list at least once, often twice, per day. The fact that the charade has been going on for so long indicates the depravity of his drug-soaked mind.
I did not sleep well for the past few nights. My mind has been subconsciously active, most likely over my own precarious financial situation. I long for the day that I am totally free from all of this crap, but that day is not coming soon enough. I am also suffering from caffeine withdrawal.
I left for town at 11:45am with my gym bag and the Sunday paper. I sat in the lanai are of the Beretania Street Apartments. I mostly perused the various advertising inserts in the paper. I checked the sale prices of the notebook computers. As far as I could tell, I got a pretty decent deal. I did my usual cardio workout at the gym. The hottie gym trainer was on duty. I have not seen her around in a long time. Baby was looking hot.
I was back in Waikiki before 3pm. I had nothing else to do, so I rode the prison transport (read: bus) to Fudgepacker Park (formerly Kapi'olani Park). I sat outside in the seating area for the bandstand. I observed a few derelicts and homeless in the area. I was enjoying myself immensely until two of the derelicts decided to sit just about three feet away from me. The old bag lit up a cigarette. She was chatting with a young limp-wristed clown. The discussion was mainly about how to "score free drinks" at fast food joints. Simply find a fast food joint that allows endless refills. Then, fish through the fast food joint's trash cans and find an empty cup. Booyah! Perhaps that will be useful knowledge for me in the future. For now, I had my fill of idiocy.
I was back in my prison cell by 5:30pm. I ate a nondescript prison meal consisting of canned tuna and bread. Then, I piddled around with my new notebook computer. I was able to run Ubuntu Linux off of the distribution CD. It is an all-business operating system. No flashy stuff. For the time being, I will stick with the detestable Microsoft® Windows® Vista operating system. Yes, it's bloated. Yes, it probably slows the computer down. Yes, it's all bells and whistles. Yes, I wish that I could have afforded an Apple® computer.
Well, I am still trying to adjust to my new spartan life-style, the one that I was abruptly cast into last Friday. The bottom line is quite simple. Always plan for contingencies in advance. Expect the worst case scenario to occur months and even years in advance of any reasonable prognostications.
I ended up at Barnes & Noble® at about 9:30pm. I stayed there until closing. The hottie "bookseller" was on duty. Baby was looking hot. I finally returned to my prison cell at around midnight after making a brief stop at the Food Pantry. I continued to piddle around with my new notebook computer.
At 1:07am, I received a phone call from the prison compound (read: hotel lobby) that someone had come by to visit me. When I alighted the elevator in the prison compound, I observed the sociopathic buddy engaged in an animated conversation with Lance, the night watch commander (read: front desk person). Reluctantly, I engaged in a brief discussion with the sociopathic buddy. The sociopathic buddy appeared to be elated for no reason at all. His sole purpose of the visit was to detail his innocence in the matter that resulted in my full termination. He once again went through the variety of "get rich quick" schemes and lawsuits that he has in the works. If what the sociopathic buddy tells me is true, then he is blazing through the remainder of his financial assets fairly quickly. Thus, one of his schemes must bear fruit very soon. The sociopathic buddy was in a manic state, one I assume that was the result of an excessive dose of antidepressant medication. After the sociopathic buddy departed, I wondered about how many more victims he will end up taking down with him.
What I find even more interesting is the charade that the sociopathic buddy maintains. As I have mentioned on a number of occasions, Sitemeter tracks the IP addresses of all visitors to the "blog." Thus, I know that the sociopathic buddy appears on the list at least once, often twice, per day. The fact that the charade has been going on for so long indicates the depravity of his drug-soaked mind.
I did not sleep well for the past few nights. My mind has been subconsciously active, most likely over my own precarious financial situation. I long for the day that I am totally free from all of this crap, but that day is not coming soon enough. I am also suffering from caffeine withdrawal.
I left for town at 11:45am with my gym bag and the Sunday paper. I sat in the lanai are of the Beretania Street Apartments. I mostly perused the various advertising inserts in the paper. I checked the sale prices of the notebook computers. As far as I could tell, I got a pretty decent deal. I did my usual cardio workout at the gym. The hottie gym trainer was on duty. I have not seen her around in a long time. Baby was looking hot.
I was back in Waikiki before 3pm. I had nothing else to do, so I rode the prison transport (read: bus) to Fudgepacker Park (formerly Kapi'olani Park). I sat outside in the seating area for the bandstand. I observed a few derelicts and homeless in the area. I was enjoying myself immensely until two of the derelicts decided to sit just about three feet away from me. The old bag lit up a cigarette. She was chatting with a young limp-wristed clown. The discussion was mainly about how to "score free drinks" at fast food joints. Simply find a fast food joint that allows endless refills. Then, fish through the fast food joint's trash cans and find an empty cup. Booyah! Perhaps that will be useful knowledge for me in the future. For now, I had my fill of idiocy.
I was back in my prison cell by 5:30pm. I ate a nondescript prison meal consisting of canned tuna and bread. Then, I piddled around with my new notebook computer. I was able to run Ubuntu Linux off of the distribution CD. It is an all-business operating system. No flashy stuff. For the time being, I will stick with the detestable Microsoft® Windows® Vista operating system. Yes, it's bloated. Yes, it probably slows the computer down. Yes, it's all bells and whistles. Yes, I wish that I could have afforded an Apple® computer.
Well, I am still trying to adjust to my new spartan life-style, the one that I was abruptly cast into last Friday. The bottom line is quite simple. Always plan for contingencies in advance. Expect the worst case scenario to occur months and even years in advance of any reasonable prognostications.
Saturday, July 28, 2007
Semblance of Normalcy
The last portion of the conversation yesterday with Linda, the fat-ass Human Resources bitch, and the other fat slob losers present was truly indicative of how terribly far gone this society really is.
As I looked at the bloated faces of the satanic gargoyles who had pulled a "bait-and-switch" tactic on me, I had to laugh. They will reap what they sow. Soon, they will find themselves plagued with diabetes or they will choke while stuffing their kabuki-masked faces with Ding Dongs® and keel over. Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa! A fitting end!
I chatted with James, the director of the student computer lab. So far, he has been the only one to sympathize with me. James was then notified by the Human Resources office that I was banned from the campus along with the sociopathic buddy. He was instructed to dispatch the security detail if either of us were caught trespassing on the campus. James told the fools that he would not report me to the security detail. Thus, he let me spend my last afternoon in peace in the student computer lab.
When I completed all of my remaining tasks, I walked off the Diploma Mill campus for the last time. Thus, my daily routine will be altered yet again. What will I do now? As always, my projections were off. I knew that I had about six months of time left before I would have been purged by attrition. Little did I realize that the sociopathic buddy would throw a wrench in the works. I must, therefore, concentrate on my exodus from society. the sooner that I get out, the better it will be for me.
After consuming an unappetizing meal consisting of Safeway® pork and beans, bread, and some putrid frozen vegetables (heated in my microwave oven), I decided that I would pay a visit to CompUSA®. I departed at 7:30pm on the prison transport (read: bus). Can you guess what happened next? After perusing the selection of notebook computers,I purchased a new Toshiba® Satellite P-105 notebook computer (made in China) for $699 and some change. It's a beautiful computer with a 17-inch glossy screen. I wanted to install Ubuntu Linux on it, but thought better of it for now. I spent hours playing with it. I could not connect to the prison wireless network, so I borrowed a network cable from the prison compound (read: hotel lobby). I was able to connect to the Net using the LAN connection in my prison cell (read: little shoebox). I was happier than a clam!
However, my whole routine will have to change in the wake of the fiasco, and that's in addition to the dough I had to spend on my new notebook computer. What am I going to do with my Palm® TX? I don't really need it anymore. And, what will I do with my spare time? Will I sit in my prison cell all day in front of my new notebook computer?
I stayed up until 2am with my new notebook computer. Needless to say, I was very fatigued this morning. I did not leave for town until close to noon. Why I went there I do not know. I stopped off at Safeway® as usual. Then, I did my cardio workout at the gym. I returned to Waikiki by 3:15pm. I did purchase a cup of coffee today. I have decided to cut back on coffee purchases because of the emergency expenditure for my new notebook computer. I am just doing whatever I can to restore some semblance of normalcy, whatever that might be. Sheesh!
"So, what are you going to do now?" asked the fat bitch after telling me that I was banned from the Diploma Mill. "Well, I defaulted on my mortgage, and so I have 45 days before I am homeless," I said with a straight face. "Thank you very much for coming in."Not one of the "fat fucks" even flinched. Within an hour, I was effectively terminated exactly in the same way as my sociopathic buddy. Yes, I did nothing, and I was punished.
As I looked at the bloated faces of the satanic gargoyles who had pulled a "bait-and-switch" tactic on me, I had to laugh. They will reap what they sow. Soon, they will find themselves plagued with diabetes or they will choke while stuffing their kabuki-masked faces with Ding Dongs® and keel over. Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa! A fitting end!
I chatted with James, the director of the student computer lab. So far, he has been the only one to sympathize with me. James was then notified by the Human Resources office that I was banned from the campus along with the sociopathic buddy. He was instructed to dispatch the security detail if either of us were caught trespassing on the campus. James told the fools that he would not report me to the security detail. Thus, he let me spend my last afternoon in peace in the student computer lab.
When I completed all of my remaining tasks, I walked off the Diploma Mill campus for the last time. Thus, my daily routine will be altered yet again. What will I do now? As always, my projections were off. I knew that I had about six months of time left before I would have been purged by attrition. Little did I realize that the sociopathic buddy would throw a wrench in the works. I must, therefore, concentrate on my exodus from society. the sooner that I get out, the better it will be for me.
After consuming an unappetizing meal consisting of Safeway® pork and beans, bread, and some putrid frozen vegetables (heated in my microwave oven), I decided that I would pay a visit to CompUSA®. I departed at 7:30pm on the prison transport (read: bus). Can you guess what happened next? After perusing the selection of notebook computers,I purchased a new Toshiba® Satellite P-105 notebook computer (made in China) for $699 and some change. It's a beautiful computer with a 17-inch glossy screen. I wanted to install Ubuntu Linux on it, but thought better of it for now. I spent hours playing with it. I could not connect to the prison wireless network, so I borrowed a network cable from the prison compound (read: hotel lobby). I was able to connect to the Net using the LAN connection in my prison cell (read: little shoebox). I was happier than a clam!
However, my whole routine will have to change in the wake of the fiasco, and that's in addition to the dough I had to spend on my new notebook computer. What am I going to do with my Palm® TX? I don't really need it anymore. And, what will I do with my spare time? Will I sit in my prison cell all day in front of my new notebook computer?
I stayed up until 2am with my new notebook computer. Needless to say, I was very fatigued this morning. I did not leave for town until close to noon. Why I went there I do not know. I stopped off at Safeway® as usual. Then, I did my cardio workout at the gym. I returned to Waikiki by 3:15pm. I did purchase a cup of coffee today. I have decided to cut back on coffee purchases because of the emergency expenditure for my new notebook computer. I am just doing whatever I can to restore some semblance of normalcy, whatever that might be. Sheesh!
Friday, July 27, 2007
Idiots at the Gate
Last night, I met Debbie, my realtor, at Barnes & Noble® to exchange the bad pass key for an operational one. After chatting with her for a few minutes, I was back to usual routine of perusing books. The hottie "bookseller" was on duty. Baby was looking mighty fine. Later, I spent an hour in the prison compound reading Mike Ruppert's book, "Crossing the Rubicon." Ruppert's book is becoming much more significant as Peak Oil history unfolds.
This morning, I ran into Pseudo-professor Glenn at the prison transport stop (read: bus stop). Today is his birthday. He is now 73 years old. He rode the prison transport (read: bus) for part of my journey. Once in town, I was informed by James, the director of the student computer lab at the Diploma Mill, that there was going to be a full-scale meeting in the Human Resources office concerning my sociopathic buddy. The whole thing has been totally blown out of proportion. Almost the entire staff of the student computer lab had to submit statements as well. Why am I even involved in that crap?
I attended the meeting at Human Resources office. There was also an ulterior motive, which was to confront me about the pathetic complaint filed against me by the "fat-fuck" faculty member. In addition, the sociopathic buddy has compromised my "under the radar" policy. Thus, I have been stripped of my non-teaching faculty privileges including e-mail account, wireless access, and use of the faculty computer room effective immediately. I have been given one day to finish my business and leave the Diploma Mill for good. The sociopathic buddy attempts to bring everyone else down with him. That is his modus operandi as I have stated numerous times.
I chatted with Pseudo-professor Lee in the faculty computer room and detailed my latest adventure in stupidity. We shared a good laugh. I spent the rest of the day preparing for my final departure from the Diploma Mill. That brings me to the fate of the "blog." I really do not know its fate, but I assume that I will only be able to compose its pathetic contents intermittently. Well, I have said pretty much all that needs to be said. After all, I am simply waiting for the "end of days," whether the latter comes in the form of the secular Apocalypse or Armageddon.
Will I need to purchase a computer? That's the big question. And, yes, it certainly looks that way. I will most likely have to spend time at places like Kahala Mall in order to take advantage of the free wireless access point, all the while lugging a notebook computer around. For the time being, I have high-speed Net access in my prison cell as well. So, the adventure continues ...
This morning, I ran into Pseudo-professor Glenn at the prison transport stop (read: bus stop). Today is his birthday. He is now 73 years old. He rode the prison transport (read: bus) for part of my journey. Once in town, I was informed by James, the director of the student computer lab at the Diploma Mill, that there was going to be a full-scale meeting in the Human Resources office concerning my sociopathic buddy. The whole thing has been totally blown out of proportion. Almost the entire staff of the student computer lab had to submit statements as well. Why am I even involved in that crap?
I attended the meeting at Human Resources office. There was also an ulterior motive, which was to confront me about the pathetic complaint filed against me by the "fat-fuck" faculty member. In addition, the sociopathic buddy has compromised my "under the radar" policy. Thus, I have been stripped of my non-teaching faculty privileges including e-mail account, wireless access, and use of the faculty computer room effective immediately. I have been given one day to finish my business and leave the Diploma Mill for good. The sociopathic buddy attempts to bring everyone else down with him. That is his modus operandi as I have stated numerous times.
I chatted with Pseudo-professor Lee in the faculty computer room and detailed my latest adventure in stupidity. We shared a good laugh. I spent the rest of the day preparing for my final departure from the Diploma Mill. That brings me to the fate of the "blog." I really do not know its fate, but I assume that I will only be able to compose its pathetic contents intermittently. Well, I have said pretty much all that needs to be said. After all, I am simply waiting for the "end of days," whether the latter comes in the form of the secular Apocalypse or Armageddon.
Will I need to purchase a computer? That's the big question. And, yes, it certainly looks that way. I will most likely have to spend time at places like Kahala Mall in order to take advantage of the free wireless access point, all the while lugging a notebook computer around. For the time being, I have high-speed Net access in my prison cell as well. So, the adventure continues ...
Thursday, July 26, 2007
Anything Can Happen
Yesterday, there was supposed to be another showing of the "condotel" unit, but the realtor could not open the door. Apparently, the pass key expired again. This is the second or third time that this nonsense has happened. Each time a realtor cannot open the door to show the unit to a prospective client, an opportunity is lost. I was infuriated. Quickly, I jumped to the conclusion that the Aqua management team was totally incompetent
I happened to peruse the HiCentral site and discovered that there has been a small surge in purchases of "condotel" units in Waikiki in just the past week or so. The two "condotel" units in the Aloha Surf Hotel that were priced lower than my unit appear to both be in escrow now. I suspect that the new high-priced development along with the recent spat of hotel renovations are incentive enough for investors.
Upon return to my prison cell (read: little shoebox), I tested the other spare pass key copies that were made at the same time. All were operational. I called Debbie, my realtor, to arrange to trade the pass key anyway. I cannot have any kind of foolishness impede the sale of the "condotel" unit. I ended up at Barnes & Noble® again last night. Then, I spent an hour or so in the prison compound reviewing Morris Berman's book, "Dark Ages America."
This morning, Sandra, who works for the office that oversees the faculty computer room at the Diploma Mill, told me that a fat-fuck faculty member had reported me to the Les, Vice President of Academic Affairs, and the Human Resources office for ... get this ... listening to Net radio with headphones. The faggot was trying to get me fully terminated. Why? I suspect that the loser is a White Supremacist, a racist turd, a gabacho. I have also discovered that the weasel had recently been promoted from a lowly pseudo-professor to a low-level full-time instructor. Thus, Professor Matthew now feels empowered. He is such a loser that he had to nominate himself for one of the useless annual faculty awards doled out by the Diploma Mill. The enslaved masses of the world are suffering and the punk-ass is only worried about performing his own tiny version of "ethnic cleansing." The faggot is slated to have an "accident" soon.
Upon checking my voicemail, I discovered that there was a message from the Diploma Mill Human Resources office. I thought for sure that the faggot's complaint was actually being entertained by the administration. Why couldn't the little baby handle his affairs like a man? He's a limp-wristed fat faggot, that's why! It turns out that I am being called in as part of the investigation of the circumstances that led to the termination of the sociopathic buddy. I was dumbfounded. These are the kinds of petty nonsense that occurs when fools have so much idle time on their hands. Even though I am an emancipated wage slave, I keep to myself with assorted tasks. Just being in the proximity of these vultures and predators will bring endless grief. Sheesh!
The stock market has been displaying a lot of volatility lately. So have oil prices. I am reminded of the time period preceding the previous collapse of the stock market "bubble" of five or so years ago. The dollar strengthened only slightly. I and many others have gone through a variety of possible scenarios. In his book, "Dark Ages America," Morris Berman asserted:
I happened to peruse the HiCentral site and discovered that there has been a small surge in purchases of "condotel" units in Waikiki in just the past week or so. The two "condotel" units in the Aloha Surf Hotel that were priced lower than my unit appear to both be in escrow now. I suspect that the new high-priced development along with the recent spat of hotel renovations are incentive enough for investors.
Upon return to my prison cell (read: little shoebox), I tested the other spare pass key copies that were made at the same time. All were operational. I called Debbie, my realtor, to arrange to trade the pass key anyway. I cannot have any kind of foolishness impede the sale of the "condotel" unit. I ended up at Barnes & Noble® again last night. Then, I spent an hour or so in the prison compound reviewing Morris Berman's book, "Dark Ages America."
This morning, Sandra, who works for the office that oversees the faculty computer room at the Diploma Mill, told me that a fat-fuck faculty member had reported me to the Les, Vice President of Academic Affairs, and the Human Resources office for ... get this ... listening to Net radio with headphones. The faggot was trying to get me fully terminated. Why? I suspect that the loser is a White Supremacist, a racist turd, a gabacho. I have also discovered that the weasel had recently been promoted from a lowly pseudo-professor to a low-level full-time instructor. Thus, Professor Matthew now feels empowered. He is such a loser that he had to nominate himself for one of the useless annual faculty awards doled out by the Diploma Mill. The enslaved masses of the world are suffering and the punk-ass is only worried about performing his own tiny version of "ethnic cleansing." The faggot is slated to have an "accident" soon.
Upon checking my voicemail, I discovered that there was a message from the Diploma Mill Human Resources office. I thought for sure that the faggot's complaint was actually being entertained by the administration. Why couldn't the little baby handle his affairs like a man? He's a limp-wristed fat faggot, that's why! It turns out that I am being called in as part of the investigation of the circumstances that led to the termination of the sociopathic buddy. I was dumbfounded. These are the kinds of petty nonsense that occurs when fools have so much idle time on their hands. Even though I am an emancipated wage slave, I keep to myself with assorted tasks. Just being in the proximity of these vultures and predators will bring endless grief. Sheesh!
The stock market has been displaying a lot of volatility lately. So have oil prices. I am reminded of the time period preceding the previous collapse of the stock market "bubble" of five or so years ago. The dollar strengthened only slightly. I and many others have gone through a variety of possible scenarios. In his book, "Dark Ages America," Morris Berman asserted:
All of the social analyses of the "It can happen here" variety, beginning with Erich Fromm's "Escape from Freedom," are tied to a critique of popular culture that points to the existence of a large mass of people who are unable to think for themselves, operate out of an emotive basis, confuse entertainment with education, and desperately want to be "filled" from the outside.We must remain vigilant during these troubled times. Anything can happen.
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
Hot Water
Another evening at Barnes & Noble®, my safe have. No hottie "bookseller." Boohoo. I have been unable to find another book to purchase. Since I am in the impoverished class, I must insure that I make prudent purchases. I am finding that most books can be categorized as "entertainment." Vapid text, slogans, and buzzwords substitute for content, much like the YouTube® presidential debates on CNN. About 75 percent of the books in the "Current Affairs" section should be shelved in either the "Fiction" section or the "Clearance" rack.
I had a chance to play around with the new Apple® iPhone at the Apple® Store. It is an impressive toy, a "shiny object" as it were. And, it made my Palm® TX look very antiquated in comparison. For the time being, my Palm® TX does a lot more than the iPhone. That will change when developers come up with new software. I was able to note that the iPhone does not really have any better screen resolution than the Palm® TX. I am not going to purchase an iPhone, by the way. However, if Palm® desires to remain in business, it will need to aesthetically upgrade its operating system.
Every day that I am subjected to near fatal encounters with the myriad 4000-plus-pound motorized chairs (read: automobiles) careening about, I wonder how those near-invalid satanic gargoyles will fare as Peak Oil kicks in. The "car culture" is all-pervasive in "American" society. Our urban/suburban model has been entirely centered on the automobile. Here in Hawai'i, the number of registered 4000-plus-pound motorized chairs has already exceeded the number of licensed drivers. What I find astounding about any discussion about Peak Oil is the predominance of the preservation of the "car culture" as a top priority. Highly energy-dependent necessities such as food is overlooked. Yes, the automobile is more important than food. In his "blog," Clusterfuck Nation, James Kunstler opined:
There's really something suspicious going on these days. Ever since Homeland Security czar had a "gut feeling" about an impending "terrorist" attack this Summer, there has been an increase in "terrorist" fearmongering. As of yesterday, the general public has been warned to watch for "terrorists" staging rehearsals at the nations' airports. Patrick Buchanon and Paul Craig Roberts, notable conservatives, are even warning that a "terrorist" event may be in the works as a precursor to an incursion in Iran (or Pakistan or Syria).
Then again, fearmongering has another desired consequence. Fear triggers consumer spending. In order to quell their fears and settle their nerves, the loathsome satanic gargoyles will resort to the activity they know best that relieves the anxiety. Stuffing their kabuki-masked faces will come in as a close second to shopping. Are you feeling the heat yet?
I had a chance to play around with the new Apple® iPhone at the Apple® Store. It is an impressive toy, a "shiny object" as it were. And, it made my Palm® TX look very antiquated in comparison. For the time being, my Palm® TX does a lot more than the iPhone. That will change when developers come up with new software. I was able to note that the iPhone does not really have any better screen resolution than the Palm® TX. I am not going to purchase an iPhone, by the way. However, if Palm® desires to remain in business, it will need to aesthetically upgrade its operating system.
Every day that I am subjected to near fatal encounters with the myriad 4000-plus-pound motorized chairs (read: automobiles) careening about, I wonder how those near-invalid satanic gargoyles will fare as Peak Oil kicks in. The "car culture" is all-pervasive in "American" society. Our urban/suburban model has been entirely centered on the automobile. Here in Hawai'i, the number of registered 4000-plus-pound motorized chairs has already exceeded the number of licensed drivers. What I find astounding about any discussion about Peak Oil is the predominance of the preservation of the "car culture" as a top priority. Highly energy-dependent necessities such as food is overlooked. Yes, the automobile is more important than food. In his "blog," Clusterfuck Nation, James Kunstler opined:
In any case, it is getting pretty late in the day for us to just kick back and nurture fantasies about the future of technology while the prospect of an oil export shock resolves more vividly before us -- the first symptom of an industry that will shortly fly to pieces. Of course the very last thing we should be doing -- which everyone from the Nascar morons to the Ivy League "greenies" is doing -- is focus all effort on how to keep the American automobile fleet running by some magic means other than gasoline.Kunstler is the author of the book, "The Long Emergency," one of the most thought-provoking books about the post-oil era.
There's really something suspicious going on these days. Ever since Homeland Security czar had a "gut feeling" about an impending "terrorist" attack this Summer, there has been an increase in "terrorist" fearmongering. As of yesterday, the general public has been warned to watch for "terrorists" staging rehearsals at the nations' airports. Patrick Buchanon and Paul Craig Roberts, notable conservatives, are even warning that a "terrorist" event may be in the works as a precursor to an incursion in Iran (or Pakistan or Syria).
Then again, fearmongering has another desired consequence. Fear triggers consumer spending. In order to quell their fears and settle their nerves, the loathsome satanic gargoyles will resort to the activity they know best that relieves the anxiety. Stuffing their kabuki-masked faces will come in as a close second to shopping. Are you feeling the heat yet?
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
Juggernaut
"The truth is no less true because it is depressing, and to ignore it or suppress it because it may not make one happy is the behavior of fools. -- Morris Berman, from "Dark Ages America."I would suppose that there is a question about why the ol' lavahead does not become more politically active. In other words, why doesn't he become an activist of sorts? Well, aside from the fact that activism can now get one's assets confiscated, there really is no reason to be an activist for unpopular issues. The nation was founded on the "majority rule" principle, which has been usurped by a dictatorial administration anyway. In any case, there is little evidence to believe that many so-called "progressive" issues have any wider following than what appears in the comment sections of "progressive" sites on the Net, a small minority indeed. The majority of so-called "Americans" are perfectly content with the status quo. Heck, over half the nation still believes that Saddam had his hand directly in the "September 11th" event. Even if there are large numbers of apathetic individuals, their apathy amounts to "yes" votes for the status quo.
In reading the comments, opinions, and views of so-called "progressives" and their ilk, I am often shocked and dismayed to identify detestable contradictions. Many "progressives" assume that changes should be made but those changes do not apply to themselves. As an example, if the "progressive" pundit or disciple makes a statement or stand about Peak Oil, then that person should be making some kind of effort or personal sacrifice to back those words.
Then, consider the sorry excuse for a political "debate" on CNN last night. I caught a few minutes of it before I became too nauseated. Aside from being an excellent promotional vehicle for YouTube®, the "debate" was a joke. Vapid slogans and platitudes prevailed. "Shiny objects" on parade. Everyone was so mesmerized by the application of cheesy technology that they neglected to observe that nothing of substance was being conveyed by any of the candidates. Without real knowledge, how can we profess to be "free"? The only so-called "freedom" would then entail the "consumer's prerogative," the right to choose a certain product for purchase.
As I perused Chalmers Johnson's book, "Blowback," at my safe haven, Barnes & Noble®, I was further astonished to read history as never detailed in the books that pass for references in the educational system (including higher education). Little wonder why we keep repeating the same mistakes when our worldview of ourselves is seemingly flawless and self-righteous. In fact, most of the books that I have read in the past few months have provided extensive historical data. And, general malaise of ignorance is what Morris Berman alluded to when he stated that we are slated to revisit the Dark Ages:
But the upside is that too many of America's values in the early twenty-first century are corrosive, and unless the nation can do some rather elaborate soul searching, it needs to lose influence in the rest of the world. A world awash in suburbs and shopping malls, television and sensationalism, cell phones and Burger King, Prozac and violence, fundamentalist Christianity and sink-or-swim ethics, is not vision for the future. In addition, our foreign policy, the Cold War mentality, was a big mistake ... That we now persist in it goes back to Hegelian theme of negative identity; and as aberrant as this Manichean-imperial framework is, it has penetrated far too deeply into the American psyche for us to be able to suddenly (or even gradually) shift gears. Not only economically, but also psychologically, domestic and foreign policy reflect and reinforce each other, and this is a big part of why we cannot escape our fate.Kevin Phillips, in his book, "American Theocracy," listed seven "worrisome precedents" of the decline of empires in history:
- A popular sense of national decay, economic, moral, or patriotic.
- An intensification of religion.
- Conflict between faith and science.
- Imperialism and military overreach.
- The burden of excessive debt.
- The decline of industry and the rise of finance.
- The dependence on idiosyncratic fuels and energy successes.
In an article titled, "U.S. Treasury Secretary Henry Paulson: Coming Financial Crash Shows Need for Immediate Monetary Reform," that appeared on the Global Research site, author Richard Cook suggested that monetary reform follow certain guidelines:
A comprehensive system of reform measures suitable to today’s conditions would include 1) cancellation of substantial portions of existing debt; 2) direct issuance by the government of a guaranteed basic income/National Dividend that would average at least $12,500 per person per year; 3) direct spending by government on infrastructure improvements; 4) a new system of low-cost credit for consumers and small businesses; 5) abolishment of the Federal Reserve as a bank of issue with its retention only as a financial transaction clearinghouse; and 6) elimination from the capital markets of all bank lending for financial speculation through return to the “real bills” doctrine of lending.Monetary reform will not be accepted by the elite, that is, the moneychangers and powers-that-be, not unless there is some kind of massive revolt initiated amongst the oppressed. I seriously doubt that a lazy and weak populace is capable of such a revolution. Only a small minority of the oppressed class will protest, of which the current administration has already enabled provisions to deal with them. The only possible passive method of protest would be a mass curtailment of consumer spending. However, that possibility is also quite remote given my previous discussion about "shiny objects" and Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs.
We may be at the crossroads right now. With Peak Oil, an economic collapse (based on a weakening dollar, increasing debt, deflating "bubbles," and so forth), and military adventures gone awry, we may be looking at the imminent expansion of a larger scale of warfare commencing with Iran. War has been an historic precedent of previous empires. Why has it come to this? Had the "machine" been stopped a long time ago, we may never have reached the crossroads with few viable options. The US consumes 25 percent of the world's resources with less than 5 percent of the world population. We sold our debauched life-style abroad and, thus, all developing nations created their own "machines," juggernauts with voracious appetites. Sadly, and with a deep sense of irony, just a few Third World nations hold the vital resources to fuel the "machines." The moneychangers and powers-that-be have done everything to manipulate the financial system to keep the "machine" going and to push all of the little hamsters in the hamster wheel to run faster (i.e., spend more). There is now too much inertia, too much momentum, to overcome.
Monday, July 23, 2007
Shiny Objects
Last night, I ended up at my safe haven, Barnes & Noble®. No hottie "bookseller." Boohoo. Later, I spent an hour in the prison compound (read: hotel lobby) reviewing Morris Berman's book, "Dark Ages America."
I met moms at Kahala Mall this morning at the usual time. Moms had actually arrived there much earlier. Had I known, I would not have spent so much time in the Barnes & Noble® Café. Apparently, there is some on-going strife between moms and my bro's family. The problem was exacerbated by the presence pf my sister-in-law's sister who is visiting for a week. moms and I ate lunch at Panda Express®. Then, I drove moms to the Hawai'i Kai Towne Center so that she could purchase a garden hose at City Mill and a pillow at Ross®. We sat outside near the waterfront for a while. Then, I dropped moms off. The rest of the day? Same ol' shit.
In continuing my discussion about Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs, I should point out that the layers below the "self-actualization" strata have all been commodified. I seriously doubt that Maslow had envisioned such a sorry state-of-affairs. Nonetheless, the commodification of the layers would lead a dulled mind to believe that "self-actualization" is also a commodity. Hence, the moronic conclusion would be that "self-actualization" can be purchased.
A dulled mind is also quite infantile. It cannot grasp abstract concepts because methods of inductive and deductive reasoning have never been developed. A lack of discipline, inspired wholly by instant gratification, is the obstacle that restrains the dulled mind from research and fact-finding. When the dull mind remains in an infantile state, it is essentially only concerned about the very lowest levels of Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs. The infantile trait of narcissism then reinforces the dull mind's belief that it has transcended the lower layers when, in fact, the opposite is true. The result is commonly referred to as "denial."
Once we understand the real concept, then we can make progress in the right direction. Consumerism and materialism is the aforementioned "denial." The dulled mind is taken in by the temptation of acquiring "shiny objects," a very infantile reaction. The "shiny objects" are a lure to the "den of iniquity." In turn, the unsuspecting dull mind is distracted and becomes vulnerable to the epidemic of the "seven sins." The moneychangers and the powers-that-be understand the "shiny objects" paradigm quite well and use that concept to exploit the masses. They use persuasive techniques to lure the dulled mind into a materialistic frenzy in the guise of "self-actualization." Unabashed selfishness is "self-actualization," the dulled mind is told.
As for me, I had to come to this realization the hard way. I had no choice to become a loser and an outcast in the eyes of the dulled minds of society for a good reason. By continuing on the path that I was on, I would have eventually succumbed to a state of dullness. When I chose to invoke the exodus, I had to take drastic steps, the first being my separation from materialism. In addition, I had to put a stop to frivolous spending. In a commodified world, I had essentially cut myself off from almost every level of participation in anything other than eating for subsistence. I am locked out of everything else because I refuse to literally pay the price of admission. Such a refusal is, in essence, the only way to attain "self-actualization." Let me say that "self-actualization" is a very bleak and spartan world, one that would have been entirely different in a lesser commodified society. Mind you, I have yet to attain "self-actualization," but I can see that the path becomes more spartan the further I travel on it.
The materialistic path to false "self-actualization" is, as I mentioned, a downward spiral to the lowest levels of Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs. Hence, the compulsion to purchase and acquire increasing amounts of useless possessions becomes insatiable as the dulled mind attempts to persuade itself that it must feed the voracious appetite of "self-actualization." The dulled mind mistakes those "shiny objects" for real physiological and safety needs (i.e., survival needs). Thus, the dull mind dupes itself into believing that amassing more and more "shiny objects" will ensure survival. Obviously, there is an incongruence at play. The "shiny objects" will fail to satisfy the dulled mind because they have little to do with physiological or safety needs. The novelty then wears off, but the dull mind is too far gone. It is too infantile to realize the folly of its error. It will repeat the same mistake over and over again, much to the glee of the moneychangers and the powers-that-be.
We tend to make make purchases that we believe will provide some kind of meaning to our existence in a particular moment in time, for example. We may purchase music CDs or downloads, or we may purchase movie (non-hurdy-gurdy) DVDs or downloads, or we may even purchase art replicas in attempt to actualize ourselves to "culture." Yet, we become immediately disenchanted. Aside from the infantile response to diminishing novelty, we may become cognizant of the fact that we had no hand in the creation of those allegedly meaningful purchases. Hence, we can only derive a transient form of satisfaction. We had no labor in the product, even though most of it is artificial. There can be no long-term appreciation. Once we understand this concept, then we can begin to understand what is meant by "freedom."
When the dulled mind is left to its own devices, it can either go insane or it can begin to engage itself. Insanity is the easiest option, one that is accomplished with little effort. However, the dulled mind will make a last-ditch attempt at self-preservation by means of cheap booze, illicit drugs, or psychopharmaceuticals. Engaging a dulled mind is hard work, especially for a dulled mind that has long atrophied. However, the road to "freedom" in a world dominated by the minions of the sinister kahuna will not be easy. Evil has a propensity to bring everything and everyone down with it. The preceding will now serve as background for future discussions.
I met moms at Kahala Mall this morning at the usual time. Moms had actually arrived there much earlier. Had I known, I would not have spent so much time in the Barnes & Noble® Café. Apparently, there is some on-going strife between moms and my bro's family. The problem was exacerbated by the presence pf my sister-in-law's sister who is visiting for a week. moms and I ate lunch at Panda Express®. Then, I drove moms to the Hawai'i Kai Towne Center so that she could purchase a garden hose at City Mill and a pillow at Ross®. We sat outside near the waterfront for a while. Then, I dropped moms off. The rest of the day? Same ol' shit.
In continuing my discussion about Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs, I should point out that the layers below the "self-actualization" strata have all been commodified. I seriously doubt that Maslow had envisioned such a sorry state-of-affairs. Nonetheless, the commodification of the layers would lead a dulled mind to believe that "self-actualization" is also a commodity. Hence, the moronic conclusion would be that "self-actualization" can be purchased.
A dulled mind is also quite infantile. It cannot grasp abstract concepts because methods of inductive and deductive reasoning have never been developed. A lack of discipline, inspired wholly by instant gratification, is the obstacle that restrains the dulled mind from research and fact-finding. When the dull mind remains in an infantile state, it is essentially only concerned about the very lowest levels of Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs. The infantile trait of narcissism then reinforces the dull mind's belief that it has transcended the lower layers when, in fact, the opposite is true. The result is commonly referred to as "denial."
Once we understand the real concept, then we can make progress in the right direction. Consumerism and materialism is the aforementioned "denial." The dulled mind is taken in by the temptation of acquiring "shiny objects," a very infantile reaction. The "shiny objects" are a lure to the "den of iniquity." In turn, the unsuspecting dull mind is distracted and becomes vulnerable to the epidemic of the "seven sins." The moneychangers and the powers-that-be understand the "shiny objects" paradigm quite well and use that concept to exploit the masses. They use persuasive techniques to lure the dulled mind into a materialistic frenzy in the guise of "self-actualization." Unabashed selfishness is "self-actualization," the dulled mind is told.
As for me, I had to come to this realization the hard way. I had no choice to become a loser and an outcast in the eyes of the dulled minds of society for a good reason. By continuing on the path that I was on, I would have eventually succumbed to a state of dullness. When I chose to invoke the exodus, I had to take drastic steps, the first being my separation from materialism. In addition, I had to put a stop to frivolous spending. In a commodified world, I had essentially cut myself off from almost every level of participation in anything other than eating for subsistence. I am locked out of everything else because I refuse to literally pay the price of admission. Such a refusal is, in essence, the only way to attain "self-actualization." Let me say that "self-actualization" is a very bleak and spartan world, one that would have been entirely different in a lesser commodified society. Mind you, I have yet to attain "self-actualization," but I can see that the path becomes more spartan the further I travel on it.
The materialistic path to false "self-actualization" is, as I mentioned, a downward spiral to the lowest levels of Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs. Hence, the compulsion to purchase and acquire increasing amounts of useless possessions becomes insatiable as the dulled mind attempts to persuade itself that it must feed the voracious appetite of "self-actualization." The dulled mind mistakes those "shiny objects" for real physiological and safety needs (i.e., survival needs). Thus, the dull mind dupes itself into believing that amassing more and more "shiny objects" will ensure survival. Obviously, there is an incongruence at play. The "shiny objects" will fail to satisfy the dulled mind because they have little to do with physiological or safety needs. The novelty then wears off, but the dull mind is too far gone. It is too infantile to realize the folly of its error. It will repeat the same mistake over and over again, much to the glee of the moneychangers and the powers-that-be.
We tend to make make purchases that we believe will provide some kind of meaning to our existence in a particular moment in time, for example. We may purchase music CDs or downloads, or we may purchase movie (non-hurdy-gurdy) DVDs or downloads, or we may even purchase art replicas in attempt to actualize ourselves to "culture." Yet, we become immediately disenchanted. Aside from the infantile response to diminishing novelty, we may become cognizant of the fact that we had no hand in the creation of those allegedly meaningful purchases. Hence, we can only derive a transient form of satisfaction. We had no labor in the product, even though most of it is artificial. There can be no long-term appreciation. Once we understand this concept, then we can begin to understand what is meant by "freedom."
When the dulled mind is left to its own devices, it can either go insane or it can begin to engage itself. Insanity is the easiest option, one that is accomplished with little effort. However, the dulled mind will make a last-ditch attempt at self-preservation by means of cheap booze, illicit drugs, or psychopharmaceuticals. Engaging a dulled mind is hard work, especially for a dulled mind that has long atrophied. However, the road to "freedom" in a world dominated by the minions of the sinister kahuna will not be easy. Evil has a propensity to bring everything and everyone down with it. The preceding will now serve as background for future discussions.
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