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Well, I suppose that the time is ripe to entertain a few burning questions. Actually, we've discussed the before. However, a review is good. First, why not just "bite the bullet" and return to wage slavery? I am sixty years old and subject to covert age discrimination. I have been emancipated from wage slavery for about eight years. No employment history or income for eight years usually translates to "hardcore unemployable."

I could seek part-time work, but I would disqualify myself from receiving entitlement healthcare benefits. "Out of pocket" health insurance for people in my age group incur premiums of $500 upward depending on the quality of the plan. I would have to pay about $1,000 per month for a plan equivalent to my current coverage. Little wonder why employers coerce older wage slaves to retire early.

Second, why not return to wage slavery in order to pay the exorbitant housing rents? I am not employable for the reasons stated previously. And, who would be insane enough to pay $800 to $1,000 per month for a small room? Also, consider the agony of paying that much money and being required to tolerate the behavior of other tenants in close proximity. I could, of course, purchase another condominium. That would only open up another "can of worms." That issue has been discussed elsewhere in the "blog."

Third, why not just pack up and move back to the mainland empire? I returned to Hawai'i after being away for 27 years mainly to insure that I could spend time with my parents. However, I never expected moms to survive so long. That is the conundrum, isn't it? And, that is why I am still here. Anything could happen at any time, so I do not want to be far away when something happens

Moms could survive for another 10 to 15 years because moms has not aged much since 20+ years ago. It is as if moms is stuck at a perpetual 70 years of age. No prosthetics, no medications, no dementia. I have attributed the relative youthfulness to a healthy diet and a string will to survive the mythical "Armageddon." Frankly, moms' religious fanaticism is the proverbial "fountain of youth." Moms' entire life is devoted to serving a fictional deity. Every action and thought is carefully crafted in order to gain increasing redemption toward the goal of "eternal life." Thus, I would not be surprised if moms continues on until 120 years of age.

That's going to be a difficult situation for me. When moms turns 120 years old (and still waiting for "Armageddon," I might add), I will be 87 years old, if I am even alive at that time. What I have stated sounds ludicrous, I know. Yet, the possibility of moms living to be 120 years old is quite real.

Sadly, I don't expect Hawai'i to remain in stasis. It's bad now. In five years, Hawai'i (primarily O'ahu) will be a complete hellhole. The population is increasing rapidly, mostly through immigration (documented and undocumented, domestic and international, legal and illegal). Homelessness will become a significant demographic, which will provoke adverse reactions. Motor vehicles will proliferate to the point of absurdity. Overcrowding will come to the forefront and metastasize into several crises, housing being a major one.

Fourth, why not just stay in Waimanalo? My stay in Waimanalo is really just a courtesy on the part of the landlord. I am staying there temporarily until I can find a long-term situation in Honolulu proper. There is the possibility that I could continue to rent the studio for a few more months, up to a year maybe. Then, I would be back in the same predicament (i.e., contemplating homelessness as a viable solution).

This morning, I finally made the trek to another automobile dealership, this time in Kalihi. The ride to and from town on the Route 1 bus is always educational in a perverse kind of way. The future of the rank-and-file peons can be visually assimilated by a simple bus ride. People look and act like roaches, always fighting for the crumbs left by the "owners" of their borrowed leech-like existence. Anyway, I was ignored by the dealership's sales staff as expected. I looked around, acquired a couple of minivan brochures, and departed. Now, I must search for potential overnight parking places.