Enclave

A hectic morning commenced with the usual moving of my vehicle from Chaos Manor (read: rental housing) to the shopping center nearby. I had just enough time to walk to the bus stop to board the scheduled bus to town. Naturally, the bus never showed. I waited for over 30 minutes for the next bus. It was completely crowded because the last bus had apparently suffered mechanical problems. So, all of the stranded passengers were on the bus as well. I alighted the bus in Kahala to wait for yet another bus just to get a reprieve from the crowd.

When I finally arrived in town, I was already in a provoked state. I dropped off my completely stuffed gym bag at the gym. Then, I walked to the Legal Aid Society. I was sure that there would be a long waiting list, but I was pleasantly surprised to find no one ahead of me. I chatted with one of the staff attorneys about my plight with the moneygrubbing Chinks at the property management firm that oversees the Chinatown dormitory. Unfortunately, my modest financial assets disqualified me from obtaining detailed legal advice. I cleverly asked a few questions anyway. The gist of the conversation is that I would ultimately need to sue the moneygrubbing Chinks in Small Claims Court. Since no legal representation is allowed in court, I would be on my own anyway. He also agreed with me that I could send one final note to appeal to the senses of the moneygrubbing Chinks as a show of goodwill before undertaking legal proceedings. I thanked the counselor for his assistance. Then, I was off to the coffee shop.

The coffee shop in town was crowded. Fortunately, there are three locations within a block of each other. Needless to say, I finally ended up with a cup of coffee. And, I was able to compose the "blog" in a relatively calm environment. I also sat and pondered the debased state of affairs in empire. It's all about the money. Money, money, money. And, I am not just referring to the moneygrubbing Chinks. Every activity in my daily life revolves around money. The only people who feign friendliness are involved in some kind of financial transaction with me. All of my critical decisions involve money. And, I am constantly being queried about my financial assets. Not to mention, I am inundated with cheesy advertising. What I just described does not in any way define "living." We are essentially walking point-of-sale (POS) terminals (read: zombie slaves). Note that POS is also the acronym for "piece of shit."

From my daily observations, I have ascertained that the general population of empire has been made subservient, ignorant, and docile by the "smartphone." At any given moment, a majority of people are passively engaged with the device. And, I rarely observe anyone who is not clutching a "smartphone" in hand. Even at the gym, I have seen people endlessly thumb-typing while sitting at various weight machines. The "smartphone" is a narcissistic gadget. Everything about the device screams, "Me, myself, and I!" Social networking is simply groups of people shouting, "Me, Myself, and I!" at each other.

On a side note, Alan has located a three-bedroom rental house in Waipahu for about $1,900 per month. The problem is Waipahu itself, which is the largest Filipino (Including legal and illegal immigrants) enclave on the island. In addition, Waipahu is completely congested. The population density per square-mile is probably equivalent to Makiki and Waikiki. Traffic into town is horrendous, too. Homelessness is really beginning to look like an attractive alternative.