Truly Nothing New

Another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day has been embalmed. The usual bus ride brought me to town at the usual time. After acquiring a small cup of coffee and one bleached flour bakery roll (no air-filled energy bars) at Safeway®, I made my way to the Korean and Vietnam War Memorial. Two derelicts were sitting on two separate benches. Both of the clowns were smoking cigarettes. Cussing under breath, I walked to the I'olani Palace grounds in the Capitol district. To my surprise, I discovered that the grounds had been commandeered by the Hawai'ian Kingdom Government, one of the many Hawai'ian Sovereignty groups. I briefly chatted with one of the "representatives" at the chained and locked North gate.

I had no choice but to join the two smoking derelicts at the Korean and Vietnam War Memorial. Fortunately, there was one vacant bench. I did my best to enjoy my brunch before walking a roundabout way to the library. I spent almost four hours in the inner courtyard. I am continuing to read the book, "Blood Money," by T Christian Miller. I cannot even begin to describe how sickened I was by the account of greed and corruption. Gym time was at 2pm as usual. I did my usual workout. Then, I rode the bus back to Slob Manor (read: rental housing), arriving at 4:45pm. I look forward to engaging in the same ol' shit for the remainder of the day.

The Fed did not let Big Money down. It lowered short-term interest rates by a modest 0.25 percent to two percent (the infamous "war level"). Expect inflation to kick in again. Oil and food prices will rise proportionately. And, dividend income from investment accounts will continue to drop. Senior citizens, including the ol' lavahead, who depend on such income will suffer the most. A few mortgage holders with adjustable rates may be saved from foreclosure, but the value of their homes has dropped. Is that worth the trouble? The Fed hinted at halting the rate cuts, but that's not going to happen. The worst is yet to come.

Certainly Nothing New

The long-awaited Conexant® sound driver appeared in Windows® Update last night. I ran through the install process and ended up with no sound. The device driver was active and Windows® reported it as running fine. I used Windows® Device Manager to revert back to the old driver, but the sound was extremely tinny. Fortunately, Windows® Vista has the Restore Point feature. I was able to rollback my computer to the point prior to the driver installation. Sadly, the Conexant® driver is holding up the Service Pack 1 upgrade. From what I can tell, I will never be able to upgrade.

I called it a night at 11:30pm. As I was attempting to sleep, I could hear the Chinaman yapping on the phone complete with his trademarked, "Hoo-eey!" throat clearing verbiage. Fortunately, he ended the call 15 minutes later. I slept fairly well nonetheless.

Another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day has been cut and dried. Extremely gusty winds and heavy cloud cover almost assured rain, but not even a drizzle appeared. Thus, my homeless guy itinerary remained intact. I ate my Safeway® brunch by the Korean and Vietnam War Memorial even though the gale force winds were impeding my efforts to consume my food and coffee. I spent almost four hours in the inner courtyard of the library. The gym was the highlight of the day. I chatted with Justin, the former Diploma Mill student who is now a trainer. I also ran into Albert, one of the gym regulars. He's 46 years old and probably one of the more gregarious guys in the gym. I've also seen him at the Waikiki branch of the gym. He asked if I was still living in Waikiki. I gave him the rundown. A quick bus ride brought me back to Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 4:45pm. Well, that only leaves the same ol' shit for the remainder of the day.

The Fed should be lowering interest rates tomorrow to at least the "war level" of two percent or lower. An incursion into Iran becomes an increasing possibility as war expenditures will be easily inflated away. As we wait for the Fed to flood the "system" with more inflated dollars, we might do well to read the scholarly work titled, "Military or Market-Driven Empire Building: 1950-2008," by James Petras which appeared on the Global Research site.

Nothing New

The gale force winds returned last night with a vengeance. Dirt, dust, and crap were swirling around my squalid room as the winds violently and abruptly shifted directions in the "wind tunnel." Yet another redundant story in the chronicle of redundancy. When will it ever end?

I slept fairly well. I woke up at 3am to exit a crazy dream. I could hear the Chinaman yapping away on the phone. Fortunately, he ended the call a few minutes later. I woke up again at 4am. I heard the Chinaman snoring loudly. What a maroon! I was off for Hawai'i Kai at 8:30am, making one stop at Foodland in Koko Marina to purchase a cup of coffee. Moms was home when I arrived. Moms was busy with a few chores. I piddled around while I waited for moms.

At 10:30am, moms and I made the rounds to Longs® in Kuapa Kai and to Foodland in Koko Marina. Moms served up hot dogs and canned salmon for lunch with fresh vegetables and rice. Moms had also warmed up leftover Zippy's chili but the latter had gone bad. For dessert, moms served up Foremost® coffee ice cream. I chatted with moms until 1pm. I then walked down to the gym to do my usual cardio workout.

After a shower, I walked back and retrieved my Nissan® Frontier truck. I did not wake moms up from her nap to say good-bye. Moms has been mentioning that she has been extremely tired lately. I drove back to Slob Manor (read: rental housing) to drop off my stuff. I also performed the dreaded laundry chores, albeit a day early, as quickly as possible. At 3:34pm, I drove to Kahala Mall. I met Lori in the Barnes & Noble® Café. We sat and chatted until almost 7pm. Lori is flying to New York tomorrow because of a family situation. So, it was timely that we were able to get together today.

I made one last stop at Foodland in the Aina Haina Shopping Center to procure something fast for dinner. Lard-filled Reser's® frozen burritos fit the bill. I also purchased a couple of delicious navel oranges. I was back in my squalid room by 7:30pm. I am sure that we can imagine what's in store for the rest of the evening.

Drop the Soap

Last night, I made a quick jaunt to Foodland in the Aina Haina Shopping Center. I had thought of going to Kahala Mall for the evening, but reneged on the idea. I purchased a couple of grocery items including a big-ass bag of Doritos® for a snack. I also perused the produce area. I wanted to get an idea of how much I will be spending when I convert my diet to fresh vegtables, that is, move away from canned goods. I was tempted to purchase a bottle of vino, but thought better of the idea. The last time that I indulged in cheap booze, I ended up with the currently lingering common cold. Sheesh!

After a good night's rest, if you can believe it, I was on my way to town on the bus to begin another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-Sunday. I purchased only one air-filled energy bar and a cup of Seattle's Best® coffee at Safeway®. I then sat in the catacombs of Kukui Plaza. I have made the decision to limit the number of air-filled energy bars that I purchase. On weekdays and Saturday when I am in town, I will only purchase one air-filled energy bar because I plan to carry my small container of granola with me. On Sundays, I will no longer purchase any air-filled energy bars because I leave town much earlier.

After my brunch, I meandered to the makai (read: ocean) end of Fort Street Mall to loiter with a few of the homeless. I walked to the gym at 11:45am. No hottie gym trainer. Boohoo. I made note of a strange anomaly while I was doing my cardio session. I barely broke a sweat, and I did not feel any exhaustion. Upon further thought, I realized that the anomaly has been happening for the past few days. What is interesting is that I always set the time duration and workout level exactly the same. Previously, I had been able to achieve a satisfying level of exhaustion at that workout level. Strange things.

I was back in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 4pm. With little else to do, I decided to wash my Nissan® Frontier truck. It was completely filthy. It took me about an hour, mainly because I had to literally scrub the bird dung off of the paint. I'm at the point that I no longer want to maintain my truck. I am essentially ready to forfeit my 4000-pound motorized chair. I am also tired of paying for insurance and vehicle registration. The truck looked good when I was done. It needs a wax job, but I am putting that off indefinitely.

I ate the usual "rations" (read: beans and bread) for dinner, knowing that I was ingesting more carcinogenic bisphenol-A (BPA). Perhaps a few readers may wonder why I even worry about carcinogenic food. Why not just enjoy myself and eat whatever I want? I find that I do not really enjoy eating all that much. I have had a life of good eating as it stands. However, the human palate easily takes good food for granted. Soon, the food just tastes mediocre. Then, food becomes an activity to fill times of boredom. Really, though, the incentive for me to seek a healthy diet stems from the suffering that I have seen others go through. Tumors, cancers, diabetes, and other chronic illnesses are not a pleasant experience. The pain and suffering continues for the rest of one's life. In addition, the reliance on medication is not an option. Most fools just do not know what real pain and suffering is about. If I can postpone that kind of suffering for as long as possible, I will gladly eat plain granola day-in and day-out. As for the evening ... same ol' shit.

The Fed is guaranteed to lower short-term interest rates by at least 0.25 percent next week. The empire will be at the "war level" of two percent or less. Coincidentally, there has been an unusual amount of saber-rattling toward Iran in the past week or so. At such a low interest rate, any new war expenditures can be inflated away easily. Of course, in the meantime, there has been no relief for the millions who are losing their homes through foreclosure. With all that talk about the "subprime crisis," nothing came to fruition for the poor fools. The Fed did oblige the Wall Street investment banks by accepting all the useless toxic mortgage junk as "collateral." Soon, the costs will be borne by the rank-and-file peon taxpayers. Why not just bend over and "drop the soap" now?

The "condotel" unit was about $240 short of breaking even last month. However, that is much better than I had anticipated. The whole tourist industry was in an uproar when both Aloha Airlines and ATA closed down operations. In fact, tourist arrivals had abruptly dropped 14 percent this month even with already low occupancy levels.

What surprised me even more was that both of my tax return checks had already been deposited. In the past years, it has taken well over a month before the checks cleared. What does that tell you about government solvency? Be very scared.

Blinded by the Dark

I experienced another random choking event again last night. The common cold continues to ravage the oversized cranium, now in its 13th day. Sheesh! I had only half of a dosage of NyQuil® remaining. Gone in one gulp! I will not purchase any more NyQuil®. With food and petrol prices climbing so rapidly in Hawai'i, the loser's budget cannot afford any luxuries.

I have about a month's supply of basic non-perishable (i.e., canned goods) food. I have pretty much always kept that same supply level over the long run. However, that barely would suffice during a major food crisis. I am not a vegetarian per se, but I am trying to avoid beef, pork, poultry, and meat byproducts. Fish and seafood are acceptable. I don't believe that humans were designed to be carnivores. In fact, the human intestinal tract is more optimized for a vegetarian diet. The desire to eat large quantities of red meat is, of course, another reason that a food crisis is inevitable. Massive amounts of food crops must be diverted to feed livestock. Oh, what a tangled web we weave!

I slept a little better last night. However, I woke up at 1am only to discover that the Chinaman was yapping away again on his cell phone. I inserted my foam ear plugs and managed to go back to sleep. I woke up again at 4am. The Chinaman was still yapping away. Sheesh! Every few minutes, he cleared his throat loudly with, "Hoo-eey!" Is the clown a real cut-up, or what?

"You know, aside from my car, my construction boots are my most valuable possession. I try not to scuff them up at work. They are the same color as the ones Jerry Bremer wore in Iraq when he was Viceroy. Chicks love those boots. Hoo-eey! Let me tell you a story about those boots ... Hello? Can you hear me? ... One day I stepped on some dog shit with them. Hoo-eey! I took them off and smelled them. Fortunately, I keep a few napkins stuffed inside both boots. I took them out and cleaned off the dog shit. Hoo-eey! Not to let good napkins go to waste, I also blew my nose in the napkins ..."

Oh, spare me already. Stupid pake (read: Chinaman).

Another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-Saturday has been mummified. I rode the Route 236 bus to Kahala Mall. I was the only passenger, just the way I like it. I transferred to a regular Route 1 bus to complete the trip to town. I was surprised to see that the bagels and air-filled energy bars are back in the small Safeway® bakery. They are now in the same cabinet with the doughnuts. I really enjoyed sitting outside near the Korean and Vietnam War memorial. Only the homeless and I seem to appreciate the surroundings. The wage slaves only come out of their offices for a smoke break.

I spent about three hours in the inner courtyard of the library. I commenced reading the book, "Blood Money Wasted Billions, Lost Lives, and Corporate Greed in Iraq," by T Christian Miller. What a depressing chronicle of greed and corruption! I felt so sickened that my entire day was ruined. Yet, Miller speaks the truth. And, the truth hurts. I had to put the book down before I lost my mind. I departed the library at 1pm to restore my monk haircut at the Institute of Hair Design. The haircut was mediocre at best. However, I was not in the mood to deal with trivial matters. I did my usual workout at the gym.

In the locker room, I happened to see an article in the local newspaper about polycarbonate plastic containers (recycle code: 7 PC) and the toxic chemical bisphenol-A (BPA) that leeches out into food products. As it turns outs, BPA is also prevalent in the epoxy-resin coating inside metal-canned products. I realized that I have been poisoning myself now for the last three years. I was in an even more unnerved state.

I rode the Route 3 bus to Kaimuki. After waiting a few minutes, I transferred to the appropriate Route 1 bus to return to Slob Manor (read: rental housing). I was back in my squalid room by 5pm. I ate my usual "rations" (read: beans and bread) for dinner with great consternation. I have made the decision to let my supply of canned goods run down with no possibility of replacing them. I will most likely convert to a fresh vegetable diet. The only exception will be a small stock of canned salmon, but that's subject to change.

The evening will consist of the same ol' shit. I will spend some time to reflect on the insane society that we reside in. We are inundated with lies every which way we turn. We are being poisoned by our food supply. We are ebing robbed blind. Those of us who can be classified as "rank-and-file peons" are being led to our own destruction, and we seemingly could care less. We are still blinded by ideologies and propaganda that only serve the elite ruling class.

Incidentally, the blockbuster exposé, "Behind TV Analysts, Pentagon’s Hidden Hand," by David Barstow in the NY Times was quite disturbing. "Hidden behind that appearance of objectivity, though, is a Pentagon information apparatus that has used those analysts in a campaign to generate favorable news coverage of the administration’s wartime performance," Barstow reported.

Frankly, I am not surprised. I have observed a similar phenomena on the bookshelves of libraries and bookstores. Many of the books of the "Current Affairs" and "Politics" genres are authored by NeoConMen think-tank shills. Only after careful perusal of the authors' profiles and the reviewer comments on the dustcover can the sham be exposed. One must pay very close attention to the authors' affiliations. Do not be fooled. Think-tanks are rolling in dough, usually generated from corporate interests. The books are packaged slickly, more evidence of Big Money. However, the content is even more slickly composed. Often made to appear scholarly, the bogus books include myriad references. Yet, even closer scrutiny reveals that the references are from other NeoConMen think-tank shills. Propaganda is proliferating and it's getting worse by the day.

Less Food, Less Sleep

Last night, I spent all evening with my beloved Toshiba® Satellite notebook computer. First, I finally uninstalled Adobe® Reader v7.0 and installed the much leaner Foxit Reader to replace it. Then, I installed the new AVG Free Anti-Virus v8.0 application. So far, though, there has been no sign of Service Pack 1 in my automatic updates. Am I permanently stuck with the old version of Windows® Vista? Say it ain't so!

Unfortunately, I did not get any sleep at all even after taking half of a dose of NyQuil®. I simply laid in the decrepit bed until 7:30am. In retrospect, I believe that the combination of the large coffee and all the red meat that I consumed yesterday are the culprits involved in my sleep deprivation.

As groggy as I was, I embarked on the homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day at the usual time. Sadly, I confirmed that the Pali Safeway® will no longer be stocking bagels or air-filled energy bars. There has not been any since Tuesday. The bins are now filled with lard-filled cookies. As to be expected, the doughnut stock has not been affected. There are still an assortment of bakery rolls, but the latter are made from bleached flour with no obvious food value. Fortunately, I have been carrying my small container of granola with me. Granola, however, is not cheap. I will be making adjustments to my diet anyway in view of the upcoming food crisis.

As I was walking to the Korean and Vietnam War Memorial, I saw a homeless guy sitting in the small landscaped area next to the Kukui Plaza steps. He was stuffing his face with Cheetos®. As I said before, as money gets tighter, junk food will substitute for real food. I ate my granola and the one bleached flour bakery roll that I purchased along with my cup of coffee, I enjoyed the peaceful surroundings of the war memorial. As always, I ended up in the inner courtyard of the library, where I spent most of the time lapsing in and out of a coma. There are some strange life forms frequenting the library. Aside from the verified homeless, there are a number of unverified homeless. The latter group are better dressed, but seem to be toting around way too much luggage for a trip to the library. A guy dressed in a business outfit sat on the planter-bench combination in the courtyard. He took off his dress shoes. He then pulled out several crumpled napkins that were shoved into the front of both shoes. Next, he picked up the shoes and smelled them. Subsequently, he blew his nose into the crumpled napkins before wiping his shoes with them. He put his shoes back on and walked off. Strange things.

I did my usual workout at the gym before returning to Slob Manor (read: rental housing). The buses have been more crowded this week. Did the high petrol prices play a role? You be the judge. Ten or twenty more fat slobs on the bus makes for a crowded bus, but it does not affect the amount of traffic on the road. In fact, traffic seems to have increased. The evening? Same ol' shit.

Off the Grid

"One of the worst aspects of the consumer society is the separation between the individual and the products of the earth we utilize. We always assume that whatever we need will be there so long as we have money in our bank account or the ability to charge on a credit card and pay later." -- Richard C. Cook

With my bottle of NyQuil® near empty, I fear that I may have to purchase another bottle. The common cold has continued to ravage my physiology. Could I possbily have contracted tuberculosis? The latter scenario is a real possibility given that I ride the bus every day with a large number of the highest-risk population.

I was off to Kahala Mall this morning at 8:30am. I spent my time in the Barnes & Noble® Café. I perused a few computer nerd magazines. At 10:30am, I departed for Hawai'i Kai. I stopped to put a few dollars of petrol into the tank of my Nissan® Frontier truck. Whoa! Petrol now costs $3.72 per gallon for the lowest octane. Moms was home when I arrived. We only ended up at Foodland in Koko Marina. Moms purchased a few groceries. We also picked up a couple of steak barbeque plate lunches.

We brought the plate lunches back with the groceries. Moms served up fresh vegetables along with cinnamon rolls for dessert. Yum! I walked to the gym in Koko Marina. I did my usual workout. Rather than walk back, I rode the Route 232 shuttle. I said good-bye to moms and was on my way. I stopped off at Foodland in Koko Marina to do my own modest shopping. Then, I stopped at Longs® in Kuapa Kai to purchase some candy that moms wanted. I was back in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 4pm. The chronicle of redundancy need not detail any more except to state the obvious ... same ol' shit.

The food shortage crisis is probably coming around a lot sooner than I imagined. Certainly that's going to "throw a blackeye in da game." I have had a bad feeling about the food crisis now for a few weeks. That's what prompted me to write my mini-trilogy about the "boondoggle of the converging destinies."

I had hoped to be completely "off the grid," as it were, before the proverbial turd hits the fan. However, with each passing day, the latter likelihood appears rather dim. I can now only anticipate that I will be caught in the middle of the maelstrom when the inevitable destinies converge to yield the secular Apocalypse. Mind you, that's not a comforting thought. We are looking at the collapse of civilization as we know it into total anarchy and chaos. With it will come immense pain and suffering for the masses.

With that said, I must reallocate my resources to serve one purpose ... get off the grid. My contingencies are limited. While the idea of returning to wage slavery would seem to be most prudent course, I have my reservations. Having money does not insure that there will be anything of value to purchase. A worldwide recession will certainly not guarantee the availability of jobs. With the collapse of the airline industry, I can foresee a major economic downturn here in Hawai'i. With the highest food, housing, and petrol prices in the nation, Hawai'i will be first domino to fall in the empire. The end result will be ugly.

Random Choking

Last night, I slept rather peacefully given the prescribed NyQuil® inoculation. I was able to ingest the second dose at 4:40am. I actually felt much better this morning when I woke up. However, I still was experiencing the damned post-nasal drip and random choking (not da chicken). I have made note of the disturbing trend of random choking before in the journal.

Another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day has been quarantined to the past. I followed the usual itinerary. Brunch, courtesy Safeway®, was held at the Korean and Vietnam War Memorial. I was actually able to enjoy my time in the inner courtyard of the library because I was not lapsing in and out of a coma. I completed the reading of the book, "Babylon by Bus," by Ray LeMoine and Jeff Neumann. I did my usual workout at the gym. Then, in a flash, I was back in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing). I was able to perform the dreaded laundry chores a day ahead of schedule. The same "rations" (read: beans and bread) were served up for dinner. My squalid room was like an overheated oven. There was not the slighest breeze. I observed that over half of the bottle of NyQuil® was already gone. The Pure T 'n A site was operational again, thank goodness. The evening? Random choking and the same ol' shit. Chronicle of redundancy.

Chronicle of Redundancy

The NyQuil® kicked in appropriately after I called it a night at 10:30pm. I woke up at 1pm for no apparent reason. I could hear the Chinaman yapping on the phone again, but he was not the cause of the awakening. I realized that my subconscious was trying to insure that I would not miss my next NyQuil® inoculation scheduled for 4am. I slept only lightly until that time. Then, after inoculating myself with another dose of NyQuil®, I went back to sleep. I was extremely groggy this morning. I was physically spent. Had I not dosed myself with NyQuil®, I probably would have had a turbulent and sleepless night.

There is a much scarier issue at play here. What will happen if I am overcome by some dreadful disease much more potent than the common cold? Will my senior citizen immune system be able to subdue the infection? The ramifications are clear, especially given my desire to remain medication-free. My guess is that there is a large percentage of the senior citizen demographic (i.e., 50-plus age group) who would not be alive today were it not for a proliferation of available medication.

Another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day has inoculated itself with NyQuil®. Yeah, same ol' shit. After consuming my mediocre Safeway® brunch at the Korean and Vietnam War Memorial, I spent about two hours in the inner courtyard of the library lapsing in and out of a coma. I actually felt better than I have in days. I did my usual workout at the gym before returning to Slob Manor (read: rental housing).

Naturally, I piddled around for a bit. Then, I served up the same detestable "rations" (read: beans and bread) for dinner. I also ate the hard-boiled egg that moms had given me yesterday. It's probably hard to imagine how good a hard-boiled egg could taste after months of "rations." I had purchased a box of Cascadian Farm® organic granola at Longs® yesterday. I sampled the granola this afternoon. I was impressed, so much so that I decided to drive my Nissan® Frontier truck to Kahala Mall at 8:30pm in search of more. I was disappointed to find that the granola was sold out at Longs®. Then, I realized that we are coming up to a major food crisis. The fools are beginning to hoard food. I purchased a few items that I really did not need in order to make the trip worthwhile. I spent a few minutes at Barnes & Noble® as well. I was back in my squalid room by 9:30pm, ready to resume the same ol' shit.

There could be a few readers of the "blog" who may be wondering why the ol' lavahead continues to chronicle, no less repeat, the same homeless guy emulation itinerary day-in and day-out. Why doesn't he just find a job, any job, and get back into the "mainstream"? Why does he fight the "American Dream"? He is only ostracizing and alienating himself from society-at-large. Because of his obstinacy, he is sacrificing what's left of his life and relegating himself to obscurity. Then, again, perhaps no one ever wonders about such nonsense.

Is there a method to the madness? Anyone who has keep up with the ramblings of the ol' lavahead from the days of the journal would know the answer. The ol' lavahead was once deeply entrenched in the many sick aspects of "American" society. At one point, he decided to exit society, but without any concrete plan. He was still basically grasping at straws, looking for a way back in, so to speak. Hence, he returned to the so-called "mainstream" with a vengeance. He became a "capitalist," a member of the petite (read: petty) bourgeoisie. He was an investor, a home owner, a big-ass truck owner. He created the mirage of Big Bank, Big House, and Big Car. He was trying hard to be Big Money Grip. Yet, he was Small Money Scum.

In the back of his mind, though, he was conflicted, mostly because of what he had read in the Book of Ecclesiastes in the Good Book. King Solomon had lamented about the vanity of the material life. What exactly does "ownership" mean when we do not even own our souls? We are mortal. There is nothing that we can truly own or possess. What we have is fleeting. It is simply an illusion. From his small "command center" (read: computer) in his squalid room, a filthy hovel, the ol' lavahead profusely reads the news and commentary from a variety of sources. He is watching the unfolding of ancient prophesy, the so-called "end times." There is no question in his mind that humanity is facing a secular Apocalypse of its own doing. However, the secular Apocalypse may be so devastating that it will invoke Divine intervention in the form of Armageddon.

No doubt, many people will laugh and turn away from such an assessment. They are too sophisticated, too intelligent, to believe in that crap. Yet, in their hearts, they have grown weary and despondent. They have lost hope for the future and, therefore, they feebly grasp at anyone who will offer "hope," albeit only rhetorically. They are too cynical and too proud to concede that the world has been infected by the epidemic of the "seven sins." It's right there in front of their very eyes, if only they would look and see. Instead, they are too eager to become one with the brethren of satanic gargoyles, the haughty ones who parade around with their hideous kabuki-masked smirks. They fail to realize that they are tools of the moneychangers and powers-that-be. In turn, none of them realize that they are all prostrating themselves at the altar of El Diablo.

Humanity is moving toward a degenerative trend not because of random cause-and-effect. What we are witnessing is the systematic seduction and destruction of humanity as was planned by the choreographer of evil itself. There is no other way to interpret how humans have used the gift of intelligence to usurp the common good. We are past the "point of no return." The acts of the evil ones have been beckoning the Almighty to act. And, now, the time has probably come.

NyQuil® Moment

Another tormenting night of post nasal drip and coughing left me completely fatigued. Now in its eighth day, the common cold is bringing me to my knees. My only worry is that pneumonia could be right around the corner. I departed for Hawai'i Kai this morning at 8:30am, right on schedule. Behind the wheel of my Nissan® Frontier truck, I joined the ranks of the myriad 4000-pound motorized chairs (read: automobiles) on the road. Yes, it's a big difference from the bus, my usual mode of transportation. Frankly, I would rather drive around everywhere. I could easily drive to the store in my big-ass truck to buy one small can of beans. However, what kind of social responsibility would I be exercising? None, I'm afraid.

I may be in the last two years of my driving lifetime. As it stands, I do not plan to renew my driver's license if I am required to take the driving test. I have driven 4000-pound motorized chairs for 38 years without any moving violations or accidents. I do not need my driving skills to be evaluated. With that said, I maneuvered my big-ass truck into the Koko Marina parking lot. I purchased a cup of coffee at Foodland.

Moms was home when I arrived. Moms was doing her usual Monday chores. I piddled around while I waited. It turned out that moms only wanted to shop at Foodland. A quick trip back to Koko Marina completed the task. For lunch, moms served lamp-baked chicken and fresh ahi poke courtesy Foodland, fresh vegetables, and rice. And, for dessert, Foremost® coffee ice cream. I chatted with moms briefly before walking to the gym in Koko Marina at 1pm.

I did only a cardio workout, but I was almost too fatigued to complete the latter. After a nice long shower, I walked back to say good-bye to moms. I made a stop at Longs® in Kuapa Kai specifically to purchase a bottle of NyQuil® that was on sale. Mind you, I have vowed to stay off any kind of medication. However, with the common cold rapidly becoming a pneumonia threat, I decided to break my vow. As you may recall, this is the second time that I have had to break the vow this year, both cases involved bouts with the common cold. Scary, isn't it?

I was back in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 3:30pm. Another day effectively "down the tubes." I dropped back half-a-dose of the NyQuil®. I became extremely groggy. There were a few moments that I had to lie down on the filthy floor. Aside from the drowsiness, none of the symptoms of the common cold abated. At 6pm, I was slightly more functional. The rest of the evening will follow the same ol' shit. I will chug down a full dose of NyQuil® about an hour before calling it a night.