Disenfranchisement

Yesterday, we learned that death is liberty, at least in empire. Why has it come to this? Well, the rank-and-file peons (i.e., the "ninety-nine percent") have willingly allowed themselves to be repressed, disenfranchised, brainwashed, compartmentalized, gentrified, and lobotomized. Rhetoric aside, what really is the source of the problem? "Smartphones" and Facebook® (other social networking sites on the Net as well), both of which are instrumental in the "dumbing down" of the general populace. People are spending way too much time taking "selfies" and posting them on-line along with inane commentary. Little wonder why stupidity and ignorance run rampant.

Speaking of "smartphones," I have disabled most of the Google® "apps" on my own "smartphone" to downgrade it as close as possible to the spartan Android Open Source Project (AOSP). Foolish, I know, since the device is rarely powered on. However, there's no telling what those "apps" are doing in the background. They are not as benign as most people believe. Who knows? I may just give in and enable all of the them again just to join the masses.

This morning, I retrieved the necessary forms from the District Court in town in order to file for a hearing in Small Claims Court. The moneygrubbing Chinks at the property management firm that oversees the Chinatown dormitory have failed to refund my money or communicate at all. The reason is clear. They are smugly banking on the possibility that I won't pursue any remedy. The litigation process is tedious. I must file two separate forms (at $35 each), one for the security deposit and the other for the first months rent, which means two separate hearings on two separate dates. I will also have to spend money on photocopying all of the evidential documents. The only other, albeit mild, alternative is to seek out the resources of the Mediation Center of the Pacific.

Otherwise, the itinerary is always the same. When I returned to Chaos Manor (read: rental housing) this afternoon, I discovered that the landlord had left me a note. The small studio in Waimanalo is apparently ready for me to move in. The landlord appears to be in a hurry to move us out of the house. Unfortunately, I am not quite ready to move yet. Neither is Alan. As for the "chef," the crazy germ-phobic and treacherous fool won't be missed by anyone.

Oh, I've been yearning for the simple life for years. Yet, the simple life has eluded me. No matter what I do, the machinations of "evildoers" attempt to ensnare me in slavery, money traps, and dimwitted schemes. Pretty much, it's all about the money. The perversion and greed associated with a simple medium of exchange has reached an untenable point. Few even understand that mortality trumps accumulated wealth. No matter how many times people are told, "You can't take it with you," they just don't get it.