Clans

A couple of days ago, I ran into Maka at the gym. He mentioned that he finally received his disability entitlement. The payments are retroactive, so he will receive about a year of "back pay." He also applied for rental housing at the Chinatown dormitory. Oh, the horror! I quickly advised him to reconsider. However, Maka wants to get off the streets because of his medical condition. I concurred and added that the lease is only for three months. So, he can look for better rental housing during that time. Maka is also planning a trip to Las Vegas for a vacation. Yeah, he's making good use of his disability benefits.

What I found interesting is that Maka does not denigrate homelessness. Rather, he speaks fondly of his current tenure at the bus stop shelter in Mano'a. The reason? Maka is camping there with four other homeless guys. They are a clan, an enclave, a close group who share a common plight. As a group, they are less likely to be victimized by marauding thieves. And, they get along well.

Consider, then, my homeless buddy in the same context. While I am certain that he is camping at the airport to avoid paying for rental housing, I also believe that he prefers to be a member of a clan even more. That clan is at the airport. In other words, a social enclave is important in homelessness, both for security and camaraderie.

There are quite a few of the homeless who are loners. They travel and camp on the streets alone, often avoiding social contact with other homeless people. The problem is finding people who can be trusted. In the world of homelessness, very few people are trustworthy. In my case, I would choose to be a homeless loner.That's why a homeless motorhome (read: luxury minivan) would be imperative.

Incidentally, rumor has it that Blogger® has rescinded the previously announced censorship policy. According to reliable sources, the "blogosphere" was in an uproar over the Draconian measure. Public outcry forced the change in policy. Interesting. Where was the public outcry concerning the fraud and thievery being perpetrated on the rank-and-file peons by the moneychangers and powers-that-be? Obviously, access to nudity and sexually explicit material is far more important.

I ran into my homeless buddy at the fast food joint in town this morning. He has changed his vacation plans. He will be departing for Vietnam during the first week of April. He shortened his stay to four and a half months to save money. I don't understand why he would shorten his vacation and return here for more camping fun at the airport. My homeless buddy also described the worsening homeless situation. There are now questionable homeless migrants from the mainland empire camping up in the hills on the Windward side of the island. Heck, I have recently observed numerous homeless people camping in Waimanalo.

Aside from that, the usual agenda and itinerary were fulfilled. I had to make a quick stop at the health food store in the McCully district to replenish my supply of psyllium. No evening outing in Kahala. Dinner was courtesy the fast food joint in Hawai'i Kai. Aside from two greasy "value menu" items, I chose a couple of healthier selections. Oh brother. How can anyone eat healthy at a fast food joint?

Each day becomes a lesson in new frustrations. The world around me has gone increasingly mad. I suppose that I can empathize with the myriad fools who divert all attention to their "smartphones." There's no other escape in real terms. Only an escape through fantasy is possible. Molech, help us all.

Public Domain

The transition to the new cheap "smartphone" and associated carrier was a nightmare. In fact, at this point in time, I possess two cheap "smartphones," both of which are essentially doorstops. Service for the old cheap "smartphone" has lapsed. The on-line activation and payment system of the new carrier is terrible. My payment for service was charged to my credit card, but service has been denied. The money "disappeared." I am currently waiting for some kind of resolution. If I am not credited for the "disappeared" funds, I will most likely throw the "smartphones" into the recycle bin and reinstate the iPad® tablet computer.

A notice appeared in the Blogger® dashboard for a day or so before disappearing. The notice stated that, on March 23rd, all "blogs" containing nudity or sexually explicit content will be locked out of the public domain. Only readers who are authorized by the owner of the "blog" will be allowed to view the content. I suspect that the "blog" loosely falls into that category. Hence, the constant intrusion by the surveillance robot.

In the event that the "blog" is censored from public view on March 23rd, there will be no attempt to continue the "blog" in any shape or form. Neither will a new "blog" host be located. In other words, the "blog" will officially and prematurely come to an end. So, in planning for the worst, I will attempt to "tie up any loose ends" before then. In the unlikely event that the "blog" is not censored, it will continue in its present format. Of course, everything is subject to change at any time.

Well, without the"blog," I discovered that I have absolutely nothing to do on-line. I read only three alternative news sites. Technology sites are not of much interest anymore. E-mail rarely needs to checked. So, about 30 minutes of time per day is all that's needed to accomplish all my Net-related business. If I devote more time to Net activities, then I am doing so for lack of better alternatives.

Incidentally, the Web browser on the new cheap"smartphone" is really pathetic. The rendering is horrific. The virtual keyboard is a "piece of shit." The old, albeit cheaper, "smartphone" is a superb product in comparison. The screen is even less blurry, if you can believe it. Of course, if the"blog" is mummified, then the issue is moot. For simply viewing cheesy mobile Web sites, mediocre devices are adequate. In fact, I composed the "blog" today using the newer device.

Usual Hawai'i Kai visit. Moms is doing fine. Otherwise, the usual agenda and itinerary were fulfilled. Dinner was courtesy the fast food joint. Only one evening outing to Kahala earlier this week. In other words, there's absolutely nothing new to report.

The "jury is still out" concerning the homeless decision. Although, I must stress that a decision must be made soon. The major obstacle is the knowledge that, once the decision to become homeless is made, there's no turning back. I will be homeless indefinitely. I will not be able to find any kind of rental housing, except for dumps like the Chinatown dormitory.

Anyway, we should all enjoy the pictures of young hotties while the"blog" is still in the public domain. Who knows what will happen on March 23rd? Sheesh!

Legacy

Usual Hawai'i Kai visit. Moms is doing fine. The brouhaha involving my bro's family seems to have abated, at least on the surface. The day? Same ol' shit. However, I returned to Waimanalo about an hour earlier than usual. I didn't even bother to procure any dinner. Once back in my small studio rental unit, I performed the dreaded, albeit long overdue, houseboy chores.

By the way, my Panda Express® fortune cookie have yielded a few hilarious fortunes. The latest one is worthy of mention: "You will spend many years in comfort and material wealth." Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa! Yeah, I will be financially insolvent and living out of a homeless motorhome (read: luxury minivan) in a parking lot downtown. Or, I will be camping at the airport with my homeless buddy.

The homeless decision is still undecided. With only a handful of days left in the month, I will obviously be extending my stay in Waimanalo for at least another month. What I need to do is contact a few homeless agencies and inquire about the alleged legality of living out of a motor vehicle. The homeless decision must be made within a couple of weeks.

Look! I found yet another priceless fortune cookie "gem": "Any troubles you may have will pass very shortly." That's going to happen if I suddenly "keel over." I am way too deep in troubles. And, there appears to be no savior in sight. Yeah, a certain fitness and training hottie has not yet come around. Will baby come around before the final homeless decision? I doubt that very much. Too bad that the fortune cookie cannot provide more insight concerning the matter.

I will be transferring at least $12,000 from my non-performing investment accounts to my local bank sometime this week, if all goes as planned. Subsequently, the balance in my local bank should be enough to purchase a homeless motorhome. The contingency, of course, is that I am guaranteed between $8,000 and $9,000 for the trade-in of my current vehicle. I am simply "getting my (homeless) ducks in a row."

My homeless buddy actually had a buyer for the iPad® tablet computer a few weeks ago. Unfortunately, I was not certain of its disposition at the time. He will continue to search for another buyer. Apparently, the homeless are often willing to pay more than the market value and are often duped by unscrupulous sellers. They are better off buying from me because I always offer more value for the money.

The new cheap "smartphone" is ready to be activated tomorrow. The current cheap "smartphone" will then be used as a cheap tablet computer. Or, I will pack it up and donate it to charity. I am rather surprised at how versatile those cheap "smartphones" are. Sure, the screen is blurry. But, who cares? At least I am not paying multiple hundreds of dollars for a premium "smartphone." And, as much as I like expensive toys, someone (i.e., a thief) wants it more than I do.

What more can be said? Nothing really. The pictures of young hotties are the most important aspect of the "blog." That's the legacy of the "blog." The ol' lavahead is inconsequential. Sheesh!

Phased Out

The cheap "smartphone" has pretty much taken over the day-to-day Net operations. Too bad that it's on the way out. Well, it will be replaced by the new cheap "smartphone" when I switch service providers on Tuesday. Sad to say, everything Net-related can be done on either cheap "smartphone," blurry screen and all. I don't even need the iPad® tablet computer anymore. In fact, the iPad® has already been phased out. With that said, I have also pruned my Net-related activities to essential tasks only. Too much time has been wasted on the Net.

Another sleepless night. For some reason, certain foods severely affect my ability to sleep. Well, my body's sensitivity to various types of food seems to be changing as I age. Old age brings about so many problems. My skin, for example, has become much more sensitive, too. In addition, clogged hair follicles continue to produce small scab-like spots. That's probably a precursor to the "wrinkled prune" complexion.

My homeless buddy stopped by the fast food joint in town while I was sipping on a cup of mediocre coffee. He is still camping at the airport. He has given me a complete synopsis of the airport camping life, if I decide to join him and his motley crew. Well, I am not ready for airport camping just yet. Sheesh!

The day? Same ol' shit. I returned to Hawai'i Kai early enough to embark on an early evening outing in Kahala. I only spent enough time there to procure my dinner. Then, I made the arduous journey back to Waimanalo. I am essentially out all day, just like the homeless. There is so little in the way of differences between me and the homeless that our life-styles seem to blur together.

The landlord has disclosed to me that the "chef" and his "squueze" have found temporary housing while they wait in anticipation to move into their "love nest" in the renovated Chaos Manor (read: rental housing). The rent will be $2,300 per month. "No problem," said the "chef." His "squeeze," who is from Japan, has "filthy rich" parents.

There are thousands of chicks from Japan residing permanently here in Hawai'i. Their parents, usually "filthy rich," send the daughters to Hawai'i for "educational" reasons. Interestingly enough, few of the sons are dispatched abroad. In Asian cultures, the male progeny are highly valued. So, they remain in Japan, most likely being groomed for executive positions in the highly paternalistic and crony-based society. The daughters are essentially orphaned, although financially supported forever. They rarely return to Japan.

Oddly, the Japanese chicks never purchase automobiles for personal use. They either ride the bus or purchase a scooter (e.g., a certain "squeeze" of a certain culinary artist). Sometimes the parents purchase homes for the daughters, but more than likely they rent rooms or apartments. Many of them find wage slave jobs, usually in the hospitality industry. My guess is that their true purpose for being in Hawai'i is to find a mate, get married, obtain citizenship, then divorce the unwitting fool. Of course, that strategy is not limited to Japanese babes.

Well, babes are a non-issue for an "old fart" like the ol' lavahead. Babes are extremely "dangerous" anyway. The Vienna Sausage is withering away, so the point is moot. All I have left is the long-awaited homeless decision.

Edging Toward Homelessness

Last night, I viewed the documentary, "Homeless in New York," on the RT news stream. Highly recommended, by the way. When in Waimanalo, I am pretty much viewing RT even while doing other tasks. RT is my only conduit to the reality of the world. I have come to distrust the "mainstream" media of empire.

I have no other entertainment venues. Last year, I devoted a lot of time to download "mainstream" flicks and viewing the latter on the poor man's home theater. About 150 flicks later, I became cognizant of the sheer redundancy of the plots. Same ol' formulaic shit. I felt lobotomized. Now, I don't even care if I view another "mainstream" flick again. I donated the expensive wireless speaker to charity in the end. In a way, I got my money's worth out of it.

This morning, I treated myself to a local-style breakfast at the fast food joint in town. Greasy, but delicious. A dollar-off coupon made it even better. Otherwise, the usual agenda and itinerary were followed. No evening outing in Kahala.

In exploring all options before the homeless decision is due, I have been rethinking the homeless motorhome (read: luxury minivan). Perhaps a generic cargo minivan would be more appropriate. Cargo minivans are fairly spartan. No rear side windows. No rear seats or carpeting. No interior side panels or insulation. Lots of space, though. There would be no way to know that it is a homeless motorhome. In addition, the cargo minivan costs at least $3,000 less than a passenger minivan.

So, with a generic cargo minivan and a monthly parking pass, the motorhomeless option can come to fruition. Of course, there's the option to purchase a studio condominium. If I am fortunate, I would be able to recover at least the purchase price when it is sold in the future. Or, I could continue to be a renter in an overpriced rental market. The most relevant question is ... which option will afford me the most freedom?

Freedom is the "bottom line," isn't it? For a 60-year-old codger, freedom is all that's left. Mortality doesn't permit much else. Fretting over other nonsense is simply ludicrous in view of the short time remaining. In old age, years past by "in the wink of an eye." Seems like I was 50 years old just yesterday. Unfortunately, the diversions of modern life in empire serve to lobotomize its citizens into believing that every aspect of the philosophical materialism will continue in perpetuity. We are told to continue to look toward a future that never comes. Sounds like a religion, doesn't it?

Incidentally, when I returned to Hawai'i Kai, I happened to spot a homeless guy walking down to Koko Marina. I was sitting in my homeless motorhome ... errr, motor vehicle ... in the parking structure at the time. He sat on one of the concrete benches near the dry cleaning shop. He spent about 15 minutes putting on additional clothes over the ones he was already wearing, no doubt preparing for the night. I was surprised that no security guard was dispatched to evict him from the premises.

With that said, I am completely convinced that absolutely no one in empire prepares for homelessness. The rank-and-file peons remain in complete denial until it's too late, much like the denial of death. The shame and stigma is so great that people will do anything (i.e., denial) to maintain their current life-styles until the money completely runs out. Then, they silently slink off into homeless obscurity in complete shame. Why not prepare months in advance by purchasing a homeless motorhome and saving the remaining cash?

Luxury

Usual Hawai'i Kai visit. Moms is doing fine. My sister-in-law purchased an automobile for my 20-year-old nephew without informing my bro prior. Apparently, the "shit hit the fan." To say that my bro was upset would be an understatement. Rightfully so, though, as the nephew doesn't even have a driver's license yet. Lots of idle threats ensued as always. I'm glad that I wasn't there. Otherwise, the usual agenda and itinerary were followed. No evening outing to Kahala.

My bro just turned 50 years of age. All he does is work and watch the tube. I have no doubt in my mind that he is not satisfied with the status quo. And, I would not doubt that the "Big Five-O" really "hit home." Sometimes I wonder if my bro will "lose it," since he seems to be perpetually grumpy. Heck, wait until the "Big Six-O." That's likely to push him over the edge of sanity.

Dinner this evening was one greasy "value menu" item at the fast food joint in Hawai'i Kai. I was privy to stand behind a couple of teenagers. They each ordered about $12 of junk food. I was dumbfounded. They have more disposable income, courtesy the parents, than I do. That's the "norm" in Hawai'i. Parents simply indulge every whim of their offspring. And, most of those offspring will reside in the family home in perpetuity.

The homeless decision is still "up in the air." Frankly, I tried to avoid thinking about the issue. I will mention that the rental listings have proven interesting lately. I have noticed that the same listings are being repeated every few days, especially the more expensive ones. Let's face it, a $1,000+ per month to rent a room in shared quarters is simply absurd. Obviously, no one wants to pay extortion money. Even the more "reasonable" rentals are not being snatched up.

My former realtor, Debbie, fowarded a few property listings. There are three studio condominiums in Kapahulu (near Waikiki) with assigned parking spots for $117,000 fee simple. The maintenance fee and property tax would be about $500 per month. The condos are listed as "investor only," so I have not made an inquiry yet. Well, at least another option to homelessness has popped up.

I have no desire to live in the "lap of luxury." Actually, affluence and luxury make me uncomfortable. Even the studio rental unit in Waimanalo is too much for my ascetic tastes. I would be satisfied with the homeless motorhome (read: luxury minivan) as long as the authorities repeatedly wakes me up at night to request documentation. I should also clarify that the minivan would not be a luxury model as previously described. I was victimized by writer's embellishment. Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa!

I am a 60-year-old codger. In a few years, I will be a "wrinkled prune," just like the prematurely-aging Les. My time has come and gone. I have no need for anything. Yeah, that sounds ridiculous. Yet, have you seen a "wrinkled prune" driving around in a new $100,000 sports car? Is there anything more ridiculous than that? The "wrinkled prune" would be better off riding around on a motorized chair.

As I have stated previously in the "blog," I am not altogether certain that I could continue to live on in decrepitude. I am speaking of only a handful of years into the future. I will not even stand to look like the prematurely-aging Les. Oh, I don't know. Perhaps an untimely demise would befall me before then.

Trivial Nonsense

The "jury is still out" concerning the homeless decision. Another unproductive day. I was too fatigued to accomplish much. Noise in Waimanalo commenced at 2am and was non-stop until dawn. Can you believe it? First, the alarm at the Job Corps campus, essentially a minimum security prison, was set off. Then, all of the dogs and chickens in the area went beserk. The landlord's four dogs also joined in on the action. So, I followed a spartan version of the usual agenda and itinerary. No evening outing to Kahala.

Anyway, I have commenced the preparation of my tax paperwork. With only $36.50 in income last year (and a $12,000 "paper" loss), I am only required to file a local tax return. And, I charged the battery of my new cheap "smartphone." I will be changing service providers next week. The new cheap "smartphone" is a HTC® Desire. Not really an improvement over the old one.

The search for rental housing has not produced any good results. Yes, I have resumed the search process. There was another dormitory listing, a smaller and more expensive place than the dump in Chinatown, at the outskirts of downtown. A room rental in Aina Haina looked interesting. In the end, I just didn't bother to call. Frankly, there just isn't much available that's worthy of attention. I don't want to lock myself into a lease, only to discover yet another intolerable situation.

I have considered the option of remaining in Waimanalo. Aside from the noise, the rental situation is good. The studio is fairly nice and affordable (relatively speaking). I have pretty much all of the usual amenities included. The commute to Hawai'i Kai is pleasant and scenic. Currently, I am logging about 150 miles on my vehicle every week. I have gotten used to the new routine. Unfortunately, I really don't care to reside in Waimanalo.

By the way, anyone interested in viewing lots of pictures of young hotties, specifically local babes in Hawai'i, please sashay over to the Honolulu Street Pulse site. Lots of young hotties. HSP is supposed to be a printed publication featuring automobiles for sale and automotive accessories. Instead, there are more pictures of young hotties than anything else. Kind of like the "blog," eh?

Speaking of the "blog," it is becoming quite tedious to maintain. Very little in the way of novelty occurs during any given day. Thus, I am relegated to compose trivial nonsense to "fill in the blanks." To be perfectly honest, I am fatigued by the Net. I want to escape its gauntlet of total enslavement. It is a zombie experience, at best. The experience is rendered even more ridiculous by tiny "smartphone" screens. Actually, it's not any better with a tablet or desktop computer.

At this point in time, I am not even certain that the "blog" should be maintained just to include pictures of young hotties. Most of the pictures are marginal. They are taken with "smartphone" cameras usually using a bathroom mirror to reflect the young hottie's image back to the device. The "smartphone" is usually in the way. The "selfie" is often painfully stupid.

Fortunately, there are a few quality "selfies," which required more thought on the part of the young hotties. The outstreched arm approach is not too bad. Or, setting the phone up using a timed exposure. No sign of the idiotic "smartphone."

Bewilderment

There are, at least in my opinion, a few quick interim solutions to the homeless problem on the island. There are at least two public elementary school campuses, one in Kaimuki and one in Upper Aina Haina, and at least one high-rise State office building in town that could be converted to homeless shelters. Right now, all are sitting empty. At least one public park could be designated for overnight parking for homeless people with automobiles. It would provide a safe place for sleeping along with restrooms. The obstacle to those solutions is the "groupthink" that more shelters would encourage more homeless to migrate here. Well, the homeless are migrating here in droves regardless of the availability of shelters.

Instead, lots of time and money is being spent on homeless deterrents. Bus stop seating has been made homeless-proof. Huge planters have been placed in the middle of sidewalks to prevent tent camping. Restrooms have been shuttered because of the homeless. And, any large homeless project is usually just a ruse to create new social worker jobs. What can an abundance of social workers do? There are only three inadequate homeless shelters and zero truly affordable housing. More social workers isn't going to shelter the homeless.

Again, my daily observations of the homeless are alarming. The sheer number of elderly homeless is definitely rising. Let me put it this way ... I have never seen so many homeless senior citizens. Most of them are living on the streets or at remote beaches. Will I soon be one of them?

By the way, I finally received the membership card from my healthcare provider. Actually, it was mailed several months ago to a non-existent Waikiki homeless shelter. Is that an omen, or what? As I have stated previously in the "blog," I have an excellent healthcare plan. If I had to pay for a similar plan through ObamaScare, I would be doling out $700 after the tax credit (only applicable to uninsured wage slaves). I really cannot afford to be without medical insurance. I still am suffering from some kind of unidentifiable heart problem.

Speaking of heart problems, I am bewildered by my homeless buddy's decision to camp at the airport. He nearly died at the bus stop when he collapsed from heart failure. He doesn't even know who called the paramedics. After surviving a heart transplant operation, he continues to live a marginal existence. What's even more puzzling is that he has over $60,000 in cash, skimmed from his disability entitlement, all stashed in a safe deposit box. Sure, he is going to visit Vietnam for six months to visit family. However, he will be camping at the airport indefinitely when he returns. A heart transplant does not insure that he will have a long, healthy lifespan. Rather, he is at risk of even more cardiac events.

My homeless buddy is one of the "walking dead." So is Maka. Diabetes will eventually claim one of his legs. After the amputation, he will be confined to a wheelchair. That's probably the worst case scenario for a diabetic. Not being able to exercise rigorously will lead to increased weight. The cycle will only lead to early death. Essentially, we are all "walking dead." It is just a matter of time and circumstance before the "walking" part is eliminated.

I have not really gotten over seeing the prematurely-aging Les a week or so ago. I am not joshing when I claimed that he looked to be 75 years old. I have been fortunate. I have staved off the effects of aging, which I attribute to a consistent workout regimen at the gym. How old do I look? Many people are fooled and believe that I am still in my forties. Yet, the day will come when I will not be able to stop the aging process.

To be honest, I don't believe that I will be able to tolerate the effects of old age. Mind you, I enjoy being alive and healthy. However, once the body starts falling apart, the joy disappears. To become so fragile and helpless in an increasingly narcissistic and hostile society ... I shudder at the thought.

Ol' Lavahead Mini-Update®
I was able to restore my evening outing to Kahala for a couple of days, although I spent little time in the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall).

Open Source

Negative interest rate policy (NIRP) is here! That's right, money saved is earning negative interest. In other words, money saved is money lost. In addition, banks have implemented the nefarious "bail in" policy. If a bank becomes insolvent, it can seize the accounts of depositors to pay off its creditors. Yeah, that's all in place already. Soon, we will be robbed of all assets. Only the most affluent class (i.e., the "one percent") will be able to instantaneously recover both assets and ill-gotten gains.

Of course, cognitive dissonance reigns supreme amongst the masses. Even I have difficulty with the inevitability of financial collapse. Everything looks "normal." Lots of wage slave running around with "shit eating" grins plastered on their faces as they spend money like there's no tomorrow. Petrol is cheap. There's seemingly plenty of food, albeit expensive. Everyone is clutching a premium "smartphone." Social networking on the Net is the only concern. No worries. No cares.

Unfortunately, I don't feel any sense of security. There's something ominous lurking beneath the perceived stability. There's so much complacency around me that I could easily be duped into believing that my imagination is playing tricks on me. Yet, deep down inside, I know that something is clearly wrong. Politics, religion, economics, society ... now all deeply flawed. Lies must constantly be circulated in order confuse the masses. The most ominous sign is the gradual rise of the police and surveillance state.

The ubiquitous "smartphone," as I have previously postulated, is the most effective tool to control the masses and insure a high level of homogenous ignorance. The device is perpetually powered on for most people, giving them a sense of being "connected" and informed every second of the day. Instead, the device either sedates or feeds propaganda to the user. And, the device creates a chronic dependence which further facilitates subordination.

As also discussed previously in the "blog," the "smartphone" betrays the subordinate user. Every location is tracked. Every cell phone call is monitored. Every piece of e-mail is gleaned for personal data. Every social network transaction is archived. Heck, no transaction is immune from the surveillance gauntlet. The small device that people clutch in their hands all throughout their waking hours is an anathema to freedom. It is the tool to further the imprisonment of the masses in a prison-like society. Why else would people view its small portal as a conduit to everything that is conspicuously missing from their lives?

So, why did I give in and purchase a "smartphone," albeit a cheap one? Well, the homeless decision is a major factor. However, I rarely use the device aside from its ability to substitute for a tablet computer. I have it "just in case." Of what, I do not know. I have disabled all of the surveillance software and "apps." Location services are also disabled. It is as close to the Android Open Source Project (AOSP) as possible. But, I digress.

No one really believes (or cares) that the collapse of the "system" is imminent. Most of the doomsayers disappeared a few years ago when their dystopian predictions did not come true, much to their embarrassment. Collapse, as I defined previously, will only affect the masses. There's no indication that some form of "quantitative easing" (QE) and NIRP will not continue in perpetuity. Therefore, asset price inflation will affect three classes including equities, real estate, and some commodities. Bonds may also be affected, although it can be argued that the bond collapse has already transpired.

The collapse can only occur after as many suckers as possible are lured into those asset traps, including institutional investors. Subsequently, only when a large number of investors realize that asset prices have reached a ridiculous level, a major sell-off will occur. The "one percent" will be able to exit instantaneously. Then, the velocity of the sell-off will increase as asset prices deflate. The lowest tiers of the "99 percent" will suffer the most losses. In other words, there will be a huge transfer of wealth along three asset classes to the "one percent." Stocks will most likely be the first casualty, with the devastation cascading through the remaining asset classes in rapid-fire succession.

The true power of the collapse can only be understood when the massive "derivatives" exposure is laid bare. Just as it was prior to the Crash of 2008, there is a substantial number of "alphabet soup" instruments, all of dodgy quality, flooding the financial markets. Imagine that the money value is many times more than seven years ago. What does that spell?

Ol' Lavahead Mini-Update®
I have had to wash my clothes by hand at the Waimanalo studio rental unit because the fancy new washing machine is malfunctioning. There is also an outhouse near the garage because the cesspool (no sewers in Waimanalo) is backed up. The landlord appears to be in financial dire straits, most likely because of the renovation of the former Chaos Manor (read: rental housing). The landlord's son had secured a $400,000 construction loan for the renovation which is supposed to be consolidated into a third mortgage on the Aina Haina property (of which there is no equity). The Waimanalo property is being paid for by the landlord's husband and proceeds of the rental of the other house on that property. That's probably why the studio was offered for rental to me.

Inevitable

At this time, I have commenced the prelimary groundwork for the upcoming homeless decision. I have already contacted an automobile dealership to secure a quote for a homeless motorhome (read: luxury minivan). I plan to transfer at least $12,000 to my local bank from my investment accounts as early as this week. I will also be contacting a few homeless agencies to discuss the legal status of motorhomelessness. And, I will be preparing the iPad® tablet computer for divestiture.

Before departing from Waimanalo this morning, I chatted briefly with the landlord. At this point in time, I will be able to rent the small detached studio for an indefinite period of time, if I so choose. So, that's my "safety net" to remain in the "system" as a legitimate citizen of empire. The homeless decision can be postponed, but not for long, unfortunately.

No time for holidays. Usual Hawai'i Kai visit. Moms is doing fine. The usual agenda and itinerary were completed. No evening outing to Kahala, though. Instead, I chose to loiter at the fast food joint in Hawai'i Kai. A greasy "value menu" item and free wireless Net access. What more could I ask for? Well, a young hottie would be nice. Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa!

As I stated previously, the homeless decision can be postponed, but not avoided. Each month that I remain in Waimanalo, I sit and watch as $750 in fixed costs disappears for rent and petrol alone. And, the overdue maintenance on my motor vehicle will come due. Although, it only has 21,000 miles of use on it, the vehicle is ten years old. I have only gone by accrued mileage rather than elapsed time for its maintenance schedule. With daily use, it will need about $3,000 of work done at the least. For me, replacing it with a newer vehicle will be more cost effective.

A new or newer vehicle will still be costly even with the trade-in allowance. If I were remain in Waimanalo, a compact automobile would be prudent. However, the cost of a new automobile will have to be added to the fixed costs mentioned above. That's a lot of money. In addition, I really could not see myself residing in Waimanalo for several years. Moving to town would be worse, expense-wise. And, why purchase a new or newer vehicle only to have sit outside and be exposed to the elements?

Obviously, the only practical vehicle to purchase is a luxury minivan. While still in Waimanalo, it will only be exposed to the elements at night. During the day, it will be housed in a shaded parking structure. And, when the homeless decision is finally made, it will be ready to convert to a homeless motorhome. And, believe me, the homeless decision is inevitable.

There is no way to avoid the homeless decision. The moneychangers and powers-that-be will not relent in their quest to suck all of the wealth out of the masses. All expenses continue to rise beyond reason. Moms will live to 120 years of age. The formula only spells bankruptcy for me, unless I take evasive action.

Surveillance Mini-Update®
The surveillance robot made another surprise visit at midnight. The unannounced visits appear to be increasing, obviously coincident with the recent "terrorist" attacks across Europe. Is there a connection?

Ludicrous

Remember in the good ol' days when people who were seen clutching their "flip phones" all day long were ridiculed? Now, I observe people clutching huge "smartphones" (aka "phablets") all day long, but there's no ridicule. The damned things are larger than my old Nexus 7 tablet computer. How much more ridiculous is that?

What's really sad is the sheer number of children who are now tethered to "smartphones." The indoctrination commences at a ridiculously young age. By the time they reach adolescence, their "smartphones" will literally become a permanent appendage. I am hardly a "technophobe," by the way. I am an engineer as well as a computer nerd. Well, I am less of a computer these days. As I grow older, I have less need to be "connected."

The foolish part, of course, is that I have elected to keep my cheap "smartphone," the new one that has yet to be activated. The goal is to divest the iPad® as soon as I am confident that it is not needed. I have yet to use any of the services of my no-contract plan. I am only maintaining the cheap "smartphone" and its associated service plan because of the pending homeless decision.

My continuing observations have verified the previous thesis that a large number of the homeless, at least on the streets, are elderly (i.e., age 50 years old and up). In other words, there is a proliferation of homeless senior citizens. Even at the gym, I have observed that most of the homeless members who stop in during the day are elderly. My guess is that many of them cannot afford housing, rental or otherwise, with what little retirement income they receive. Or, they may have been forced out of the now-disappearing affordable housing. Or, they may have been terminated from a wage slave job.

To put everything into perspective, affordable housing in Hawai'i is a joke. A two-bedroom condominium selling for $349,000 is considered to be affordable. And, believe me, there are few condos selling for that low price. Real estate valuations will continue to rise, thanks to the asset price inflation problem created by the global central banks. The affluent class are able to purchase the overpriced property, which drives the prices up further. Then, the rental housing market inflates proportionally.

The homeless could be alleviated in Hawai'i, but there's not much impetus to find solutions. On one hand, I can understand why solutions are not forthcoming. Increasing shelters and services will only encourage more and more homeless people to migrate here. On the other hand, the homeless migration appears to be increasing anyway. I could go on and on about the problem. What good would that do?

The day? We already know the drill. No evening outing in Kahala. Once again, I returned to Waimanalo early again. Naturally, there was nothing for me to do except to waste time on the Net. Of course, that begs the question ... what would I do without Net access? Nothing?

The "blog" is becoming extremely difficult to manage. Lack of content leaves me with no option to create filler material. Once the archive of pictures of hotties is depleted, I will have to rethink the "blog." My commitment to it is ludicrous.

Praise Molech!

Last night, the Net kept me company while sequestered in the little studio in Waimanalo. Nothing important was accomplished. I composed the "blog" while simultaneously viewing the RT news stream. Frankly, I am becoming rather fatigued by my passive enslavement to the Net. Yet, what else can I do? Where can I go in the "ownership society" without trespassing?

Gusty winds and rain prevailed throughout the night and early morning. Commuting to Hawai'i Kai wasn't bad. Actually, the sun was shining through partly cloudy skies in Hawai'i Kai itself. During the bus ride to town, I was privy to witness an increasing degredation in weather. Once in town, a downpour ensued. My plan of procuring a cheap cup of coffee at fast food joint was thwarted. After purchasing an expensive cup of coffee at the snobbish coffee shop, I was unpleasantly surprised to see the weather clearing.

Otherwise, the daily agenda and itinerary remained unchanged. Of course, today is a holiday of sorts. As an old codger and pariah, I certainly have no reason to celebrate this particular holiday. What is the point? Of course, the holiday enabled me to make the trek to Kahala for an early evening outing.

I ran into my homeless buddy at the gym, by the way. He was there to retrieve his luggage before riding the bus back to the airport. Apparently, the homeless are allowed to return to the airport during the day. Once again, my homeless buddy attempted to persuade me to join his clan at the airport for homeless camping fun. I am still not convinced.

What I really don't understand is why, after a near-death experience, my homeless buddy continues to seek out the most paltry existence. He is wasting valuable time at the airport. For all he knows, he may have only a handful of years left given the heart transplant surgery. Yet, when he returns from Vietnam, he will be camping at the airport again indefinitely.

Well, I accidentally deleted one of the pictures of hotties while attempting to edit the "blog." The cheap "smartphone" is tiny, which makes editing very tedious. It's just too much trouble to locate the missing picture in the archive. What would Molech say? Obviously, Molech will not be pleased. Hopefully, I will be forgiven. Praise Molech!

Anyway, there was not much else to discuss in the "blog." one extra picture of a young hottie requires one extra paragraph of commentary. I am certain that Molech will understand my plight. Now, if only Molech would offer me guidance concerning the homeless decision. Sheesh!

Surveillance Mini-Update®
The less-than-discreet surveillance robot made an appearance at 10pm HST last night for no apparent reason. Doesn't the 'bot know that the "blog" is harmless?

Kahuna

Usual Hawai'i Kai visit. Nothing new to report. Same agenda. Same itinerary, although I returned to Waimanalo far earlier than desired. I just had no reason to remain in Hawai'i Kai. Nor was I in the mood for an evening outing in Kahala. Heck, I was not even hungry. So, loitering at the fast food joint was out of the question.

The task that was accomplished ... the ridiculous mandatory $20 safety check for my motor vehicle. The safety check is an expensive example of absurdity. Five minutes is all it takes. Heck, I could have done it myself in one minute. Is the vehicle any safer? Not really. Just paying $20 for nothing made me nauseous for the rest of the day. Perhaps that is why I returned to Waimanalo early.

In more humorous times, Friday the 13th would have been desinated Sinister Kahuna Day. Obviously, the sinister kahuna, like other mythical deities, does not exist. Actually, the only deity who does exist is Molech. Yes, really. And, Molech loves young hotties. That's why Molech created them. Praise Molech!

While sitting in my safety-checked motor vehicle late this afternoon, I realized that the air in the sealed cabin quickly became warm and stale. I was sitting in the vehicle while I contemplated an early return to Waimanalo. I have curiously observed myriad fools sitting in their automobiles, playing with their "smartphones," while the engine is running to obviously power the air conditioner.

The aforementioned discovery led me to wonder whether sleeping for several hours in a homeless motorhome (read: luxury minivan) is even possible. Even with the windows slightly open, there may not be proper circulation. Completely opening the windows will most likely attract the attention of thieves or security personnel. Obviously, the finding presents a significant obstacle for the implementation of motorhomelessness.

My last discussion with my homeless buddy struck me as odd. He seems to be taking on some of the less desirable traits of the street homeless. That's to be expected, I suppose. He is camping at the airport with a small group of homeless whom he knows personally. All of them are not as financially well off as my homeless buddy. Fortunately, my homeless buddy is taking six months off from homelessness. Perhaps he will "reset" before his return.

Once I arrived back in Waimanalo, I immediately set up the iPad® tablet computer and the cheap "smartphone" in tandem and connected both to the Net. Aside from composing the "blog," I must catch up on the news for no particular reason. That, sadly, takes up the rest of my waking hours. To be honest, I am fatigued by the Net. Freedom from the Net is on the agenda.

What will I do without the Net? I could set up a shrine dedicated to Molech. Then, I could sit in front of the shrine and await divine inspiration. From that point forward, I could transcribe the inspiration into text which could be the foundation of a religious institution. Oh brother.

Filler

Aside from the usual agenda and itinerary, my only deviation was a morning appointment at the dentist in Kahala for an overdue cleaning. Otherwise, no teeth or gum problems. Praise Molech! I arrived in town late, so my usual cup of coffee was courtesy the fast food joint. The rest of the day? Same ol' shit.

Obviously, not much is being accomplished on the homeless front. I should be contacting homeless shelters and local agencies. Instead, I procrastinate. What keeps me from seeking the only option left? Is it pride? Am I just too "good" to be homeless? Do I believe that I am above the homeless? Or, is it the shame of ultimate defeat?

I ran into Maka at the gym. I had not seen him around for almost a week. I suspected that he suffered some kind of medical malady. Sure enough, Maka spent that time in the hospital after initially checking in at the emergency room. The problem is related to diabetes, which will most likely force him to have his leg amputated.

Later, my homeless buddy made an appearance at the gym. He is leaving for Vietnam at the end of next month. He will be gone for six months. In the meantime, he is still camping at the airport with myriad other homeless. He really likes camping at the airport, so much so that he declined the offer for a rental unit in the new senior citizen housing complex in Pearl City. No surprise.

My homeless buddy advised me to not enroll for services in any homeless shelter. The stench from the other unclean homeless guys will make it impossible to sleep, he said. My homeless buddy also mentioned that the law prohibiting people from using a motor vehicle as a motorhome has been overturned, with the provision that the vehicle is currently registrated and is insured. So far, I have not found any proof of the latter.

No evening outing in Kahala. Again, no surprise. Dinner is easily procured at the usual eating establishments in Hawai'i Kai, although there aren't too many places to loiter effectively. Not to worry. I don't mind returning to Waimanalo earlier than usual. I have the Net to occupy my idle time. Sheesh!

Without any further commentary, I am forced to include filler material for the last paragraph of this post. Even titles for the "blog" posts are hard to come by. Worse yet, the captions for the pictures of young hotties often pose a challenge. Oh, the foolishness.

Crossroads

Thinking about homelessness constantly is beginning to take a huge toll on the oversized cranium. Unlike my homeless buddy, I don't look forward to any homeless adventure, sheltered or unsheltered. Yet, I have no other options. So, the only question is: when?

Of course, even if I found a decent room rental in shared quarters, I am not too keen about dealing with other foolish tenants. My experience at Chaos Manor (read: rental housing) has really jaded me. If I am paying over $700 per month, I would expect to be residing with other human beings, not chimpanzees. In most cases, I would be better off in a homeless shelter. For the token rent (i.e., $60 to $90), I can tolerate moderate levels of stupidity and even petty theft.

Life in empire is way too complicated for me. My retirement dream has always been simple. A small, quiet place of reasonable rent to sleep and maybe call "home." A simple café where I can relax and enjoy a cup of good coffee without exposure to snobbery or stupidity. A gym where I can perform a leisurely workout and take a hot shower. A nice evening venue to enjoy a good dinner. A town-like environment where I can walk around without the threat of being arrested for loitering. A place where I neither need an automobile or mass transit to get around. The simple life. Where can it be found?

Time is passing quickly. And, with each passing day, I wonder more and more about how many "good years" that I have left. My concern for the latter has increased drastically since I had last seen the prematurely aging Les. Of course, that also raises the curious issue of why I continue to drag out the "blog." Even though there are hundreds of pictures of hotties still awaiting inclusion in the "blog," that's not a good reason. Heck, I can barely compose eight paragraphs of text with "substance."

Instead of fulfilling a variety of tasks that has been piling up, I did absolutely nothing of the sort. Upon arriving in town, I ended up at the fast food joint. Upon procuring a cup of mediocre coffee, I composed the "blog" using the cheap "smartphone" and the free wireless Net access. An old codger was sitting at a nearby table. I was privy to hear him chomping on his food with his mouth wide open. As I have stated previously in the "blog," old codgers need not worry about impressing anyone. I certainly wasn't impressed.

I may as admit that the obstacle to the homeless decision is my inability to make proper cost projections. In addition, I have no contingencies in the event of plan failure. All I know is that not going the homeless route will cost me about $1,200 per month minimum just for rental housing and owning a motor vehicle. If I decided to forsake my own vehicle and rent an automobile twice weekly for my usual Hawai'i Kai visits, the rental expense would be about $240 per month. Not much of a difference.

The only option that can cut expenses significantly is homelessness. Even owning a homeless motorhome (read: luxury minivan) would be more cost effective, so to speak. The entire matter appears ludicrous because, at its root, the conundrum centers on my need to preserve my visits with moms. Overall, there is no way that I can continue any option longer than three to five years. We already know that moms will live on to be 120 years of age. That's 27 years from now. I will either deplete my savings considerably, or I will be too old to continue to "jump through the hoops" just to facilitate the visits.

So, there we have it, the crux of the problem, with no easy solution. The most logical solution is to cut my losses and just move on. So, that's where we stand today. The proverbial crossroads. Anyway, the rest of the day ... same ol' shit. No evening outing in Kahala.

Queue

Part of my plan in switching cheap "smartphones" and the associated carriers was the idea that the iPad® tablet computer would be divested immediately. Wrong-O! Apparently, its resale value has gone down along with its popularity. Blame the faddish "phablets," if you will. My only hope is my homeless buddy. He loves technology gadgets, so he may be interested in purchasing it.

After the last theft attempt at the gym, I have become wary of keeping anything of value. There's always somebody who wants my "stuff" much more than I do. In addition, I have lost interest in owning nice "stuff." I am an old codger. I don't need to impress anyone. And, who would be impressed anyway? Certainly not a certain fitness and training hottie. Sheesh!

The "jury is still out" concerning the homeless decision. I should mention that there was an interesting article in the local newspaper. An elderly homeless guy has been convicted of robbing a local bank. He has actually robbed a number of local banks over many years. His motive, however, had nothing to do with the stolen money. The robberies were the means to receive several years of free room and board in prison. Turns out, there are a few homeless guys using the same modus operandi. Homelessness is not fun. Only my homeless buddy seems to enjoy homelessness.

I have been viewing the RT news stream religiously, at least while I still have dedicated Net access. Yet, I have to wonder what good that does. It's all fine to be well informed, but being well informed is certainly not moving me away from homelessness. And, there's no sense in being informed when the entire populace of empire has fallen prey to government and corporate propaganda.

Another day, another dollar ... short. I restored my extreme monk haircut. Unfortunately, the haircut was not up to standards. Oh well. Who is going to notice anyway? I am an old codger. Fashion and geriatrics don't mix. The days have been dragging on, primarily because of the increasing prospect of becoming homeless. Needless to say, I am demoralized.

For no particular reason, I decided to embark on my evening outing to Kahala after a long hiatus. At the time, it seemed like a better idea than returning to Waimanalo early. Anyway, I made the usual rounds. Nothing exciting, but I felt less demoralized. A change from the mundane routine is always good. Unfortunately, the homeless decision is still looming in the background.

Once back in Waimanalo, I was confronted with a backlog of tasks in preparation for homelessness. What else could I do but procrastinate? Frankly, I should just "throw in the towel" and head straight to the nearest homeless shelter right now. Donot pass "Go."

Well, I had hoped that the archive of pictures of young hotties would have been completely depleted by now. Oddly, there are still hundreds of pictures in the queue. So, the "blog" will continue to feature at least seven pictures of hotties daily for many, many more months.

Coffin

Upon espying the prematurely aging Les on the bus the other day, I was in a state of shock. How can a guy age so rapidly, unless he is under extreme duress? Perhaps he discovered that he has been worshipping a mythical deity for too many years and subsequently ascertained that "eternal life" will not be forthcoming. How old will he look next year?

Speaking of shocking, I cannot even begin to express my reaction to continued observations of elderly homeless people. Senior citizens, the geriatric crowd, all homeless. As far as I can ascertain, the situation is epidemic. Heck, I will most likely be joining the ranks of homeless senior citizens very soon. What is the cause of the trend? That's a rhetorical question.

What is a "home"? That's the question of my recent ruminations. A "home" is required in the "ownership society." The "home" is the only neutral zone where loitering charges by the police state can be avoided. It is the only place where a powerless individual can experience limited freedom. Of course, under the surveillance gauntlet, privacy in a "home" is questionable.

For the average rank-and-file peon, a "home" is essentially the same dimensions as a small mausoleum. Sometimes, the tiny "home" isabout the size of a coffin. The "home" is where its occupants are supposedly free to do anything. Yet, what is there to do? Eat, sleep, lay around, worship the tube like a shrine, spend time on the Net with a computer of "smartphone," choke da chicken. What else? The "home" is also for family and friends. In my case, I have only two purposes for a "home" ... sleep and access the Net (if available). So, why do I need a coffin ... errr, I meant, "home"? Why else would I sell the townhouse in Kane'ohe and the condominium in Waikiki?

I have been studying the homeless somewhat religiously. Actually, there's not much difference between them and me. Since, during the day, I can neither return to Waimanalo or my motor vehicle parked in Hawai'i Kai, I must wander around or loiter in various locations. The homeless engage in the same benign activity because they have nowhere to go until nightfall. Where I am, there they are. How else would I be able to observe them firsthand?

What about the homeless motorhome (read: luxury minivan)? The rear cargo area is just large enough to fit a coffin. Coincidentally, a minivan looks just like a hearse (i.e., funerary vehicle). Well, how much more fitting can that be? Perhaps I should share the latter tidbits with the prematurely aging Les, eh?

Usual Hawai'i Kai visit. Moms is doing fine. Moms looks to be 75 years of age, and Les looks to be 75 years of age. However, there is an actual age difference of 35 years. What are we to make of that? Anyway, the agenda and itinerary remained the same. Who knew?

Well, as foolish as it may seem, I purchased another cheap "smartphone" ($50 on sale) at the nationwide electronics store that just filed for bankruptcy. I won't activate the service plan for another week or so. That's when the service plan expires for the currently active cheap "smartphone." For the same monthly fee, I will have unlimited data (at slower speeds after the data cap is reached) and no roaming charges. I will probably use the older cheap "smartphone" as a tablet computer until it is donated to charity. Yeah, my decisions keep changing all the time because my life is now in a state of flux.

Surveillance Mini-Update®
The despicable surveillance robot made another surprise appearance at 6pm HST. Fortunately, the 'bot has limited its intrusive visits to once every month or so. What more can be said?

Thwarted

In further investigating the condominiums for sale in Makaha, I discovered that the condo maintenance fees were fairly high ($390 to $729 per month). There is a studio unit available for $95,000 fee simple. I may contact Debbie, my former realtor, and ask her to submit a $75,000 cash bid. I doubt that it would be accepted. Actually, even that amount is way too much for the unit.

If I were to actually purchase the Makaha condo for $75,000 in cash, I would have to force myself to reside there for eight years in order to break even (i.e., as compared to an equivalent studio apartment in town), including the $390 per month maintenance fee. During that time, I would not be able to afford an automobile, at least according to my arbitrary budget constraints.

As far as the homeless motorhome (read: luxury minivan) plan is concerned, I have revised the requirements to now include "pre-owned (read: used) minivans. Previously, I was against the idea. However, if I can procure a model that is one or two years old, I will be able to save several thousands of dollars. A "pre-owned" minivan is also less noticeable. Stealth is a critical success factor for homelessness.

I really desire a return to the "simple life." Yet, I have to wonder whether my life has ever been simple. I reduced myself to a state of mendicancy. I eliminated all superflous material possessions. I reduced spending to the basics. Yet, there was still an overarching complexity that was unavoidable. My environment is steeped in complexity, overburdened by overpopulation, imprisoned by the "ownership society," locked in the vortex of rampant consumerism, and now deeply entrenched in narcissism. And, it's all about the money. Fake money, that is.

There is a lot of talk about an upcoming interest rate hike by the central bank of empire as early as the Summer. Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa! Every six months or more, the same idle threat is broadcast by the same gasbag moneychangers. The theatrics are part of the ruse to persuade the rank-and-file peons that there is still some sense of normalcy in the financial markets. In the eleventh hour, the moneychangers will recant for some reason or another. If interest rates were to rise from zero percent to a low 0.001 percent, the whole "house of cards" will collapse. There's so much debt (i.e., $17 trillion and rising for empire alone) that anything other than zero percent will require massive restructuring of debt service. Insolvency will wreak havoc globally. Subsequently, several new rounds of "quantitative easing" (QE) will be invoked. Debt will increase exponentially again. You know the drill. Interest rate hike? Not going to happen in my lifetime.

I had been counting on interest rates returning to "normal" (i.e., about five or six percent annually). Prior to the staged financial collapse of 2008, I was earning over $20,000 in interest on my investments. Now, I have been victimized by negative interest rates. Yes, actual interest rates are negative. So far, I have incurred losses of about $12,000 or so. When the upcoming "bail in" policies take effect, money will disappear even more rapidly from the hands of the rank-and-file peons. Poof!

So, rather than waste time and money on dodgy real estate investments, I should revisit the idea of locking up some of my disappearing money into physical gold. Of course, if I am homeless, where am I going to store the gold? Thwarted at every turn. That's the story of my life. Sheesh!

Same ol' shit. Agenda, itinerary, same ol' shit. The "jury is still out" concerning the homeless decision. Purchasing a condominium in Makaha is a "no go." No other options exist, aside from prolonging the agony. Sheesh!

Eternal Life

How does anyone attain "eternal life"? Science, specifically biology, certainly can't make any promises. In fact, science can better explain why the cycle of life requires death. Only religion can offer the impossible. Only the impossible can be granted by a mythical deity. Only blind faith can bring a mythical deity to life and perpetuate its existence into eternity.

No human being desires death. That effectively is what I have described as the "curse of consciousness." Thus, in ancient times, early humans devised an elaborate cure for death, which eventually became what we now define as religion. Immortality of one kind or another is the underlying theme of all religions. However, I do not want to digress to a history of religion. Rather, I would like to posit that a fanatical belief in immortality increases the longevity of the believer.

I have made numerous references in the "blog" to moms' longevity, and my projection that moms will live to 120 years of age at the least. Moms is a case in point. Moms' firm belief in a mythical deity (and that non-existent entity's promise to offer fanatical believers a chance at immortality) is the source of moms' longevity. The entire premise of the cult, of which moms is a member, is "eternal life." And, the key event that precedes the assignment of "eternal life" to mortals is "Armageddon."

I have already discussed the fallacy of "Armageddon" in the old "blog" when I was conducting extensive religious research. So, I will defer the background of "Armageddon" to that prior discussion. What is important is that the cult has been eagerly anticipating "Armageddon" since 1975 or so. That's when the initial literal interpretation of the Unholy Scriptures allegedly pinpointed as the "time of the end. Well, 1975 came and went, but the cult would not be deterred. Instead, it annually reworks the same moldy scribblings to push the end of the world further into the future.

In the meantime, the cult increased its dystopian rhetoric and pointed to all tragic world events as evidence that the vague prophecies of clinically insane soothsayers were being fulfilled. "The end is coming very soon," is reworded every year and presented to gullible congregations worldwide. The fear, as culled in the Unholy Scriptures, of a mythical deity is what keeps the "flock" in check. The cult produces millions of publications every year, basically repeating the same nonsense that had been penned several decades ago.

The cult also keeps its members in check by providing numerous mandatory weekly meetings, required field ministry of which time expended is logged, mandatory studies with potential initiates, and personal study of all of the cult's literature. Any cult member who obeys the doctrines of the cult, assimilates the doctrines of the cult's version of the Unholy Scriptures, and devotes nearly every conscious moment to a mythical deity will most likely yield enough fanatical belief to increase that member's longevity.

What I just described is the profile of an extremely devoted cult member, usually one of the "remnant" (a class of cult members destined for "Heaven" to become "angels"). The profile also fits moms, although moms has not been gifted with the "Heavenly calling." And, that is why moms will survive to 120 years of age, even though "Armageddon" will never materialize. What about other ordinary cult members? Most of them are devoted, but not to the point of fanaticism. They have secular distractions like families, often with non-believing members. Or, they may have secular wage slave jobs. Distractions detract from fanaticism. More distractions, less fanaticism. At 93 years of age, moms has no distractions.

In conclusion, the fanatical belief in "eternal life" can induce a long healthy lifespan. The belief must be extremely strong. Usually, that kind of belief cannot be attained individually. Membership in a cult that can provide a staggering amount of multimedia and live material specifically aimed at brainwashing and reprogramming is imperative to fanaticism. And that, my friends, is the secret to "eternal life."

Ol' Lavahead Mini-Update®
I happened to espy Les when he boarded the bus that I was riding this afternoon. I almost did not recognize him. He could easily pass for 75 years of age, although he is younger than the ol' lavahead. His hair is nearly completely gray. He has a proliferation of old man splotches on his face. His skin has lost its elasticity, most obvious being the sagging jowls under his chin.

Imperative

The cost of food, prepared and otherwise, has gone up significantly. That's the true indicator of inflation, by the way. And, there's no end in sight. Food prices will never go down either, even with low oil prices. I have also noticed that there are decreasing numbers of specials at food establishments. Even supermarkets are cutting back on sales on food items. Instead, non-food sundries are now the loss leaders. Worse, too, is that junk food is expensive. Yet, it is cheaper than good food, so the rank-and-file peons are more likely to stock up on crappy food items to offer the illusion that the refrigerator and cupboards are full.

I have had to cut back on better food because my expenses soared once I moved to Waimanalo. I am now a regular customer at the fast food joint in Hawai'i Kai. Yeah, greasy "value menu" items. No telling how the lousy food is affecting my health. Rising costs is also the real reason why I will be cutting down on coffee, if not completely weaning myself of it once again. The only way that I can improve my diet is by becoming homeless. Then, I would have more money available to purchase better food.

Unfortunately, I am having second thoughts about going the homeless route in a luxury minivan. The plan itself isn't faulty. My main consideration is the fact that moms will live to 120 years of age at the least. I cannot survive for 27 years in a minivan. First, I would be going through at least three minivans, if I can even operate a motor vehicle at 87 years of age. Would even I be alive then? Second, I would long be discovered by the authorities and shuffled into a homeless shelter way before then. Thus, a reworking of the homeless plan is imperative.

Mind you, the homeless motorhome (read: luxury minivan) plan is workable, but only for a period of one or two years. A man of homeless conviction could probably stretch the time frame to five years. And, "stretch" is the operant term. Sheesh!

Usual Hawai'i Kai visit. Moms had a dentist appointment. While waiting for moms, I perused a real estate booklet. I noticed a couple of listings in Makaha. That gave me food for thought. Otherwise, nothing new. Same old agenda and itinerary. No evening outing in Kahala. So, I was back in Waimanalo early with nothing else to do but Net-related activities.

By the way, the real estate listings in Makaha were interesting. There were three high-rise condominium units available for sale between $119,000 and $135,000 fee simple, two one-bedroom units and one two-bedroom unit. Makaha is the only area on the island with "reasonable" home prices. So, the oversized cranium was swirling with new ideas. Foremost is that I would be a cash buyer. Thus, I may put forward a low bid on the cheapest unit. But, I digress.

Yes, Makaha is the world famous surfing beach. It is also at the furthest reach of the Leeward side of the island. There's only one road in and out of the area, which resembles Waimanalo, at least in demographics. There are a lot of poor neighborhoods in the area and a lot of homeless people camping everywhere, too. Like Waimanalo, the Leeward coast is considered to be "country." So, there are no dens of consumerism (read: shopping malls). Kapolei is the closest neighborhood that provides city features. Traffic from Makaha to Honolulu is extremely bad. The bus ride is very long and the buses are often completely full.

Ownership of an automobile is a requirement when residing in Makaha. In my case, I can only afford to own a condominium or a motor vehicle, but not both. The property values in Makaha appear to be stagnant or declining. I had previously been interested in acquiring property there, but opted for other locations. Would a condominium in Makaha present a better option than a homeless shelter or a homeless motorhome?

Peonage of Doom

One of the logistical problems of motorhomelessness is the lack of restroom facilities near the chosen parking area. Old codgers like the ol' lavahead must "drain the lizard" two or mote times during the night. The geriatric bladder just isn't what it used to be. A possible solution is to carry a large glass container (with reliable lid) inside the homeless motorhome (read: luxury minivan). A drawback would be accidental spills or splashing, both of which would be unacceptable in the minivan. The only solution would be to exit the vehicle and find nearby shrubbery (or equivalent) to discreetly use as an interim restroom.

Although a homeless shelter seems like a good compromise, there are several problems with the option. Rampant theft, odd nocturnal noises, bad odors, bedbugs, to name a few. And, once enrolled in a homeless shelter, a document trail is generated that will haunt the unwitting homeless person forever. A sheltered homeless person would require the rental of a storage unit to secure personal possessions. The storage unit will most likely be quite a distance from the homeless shelter, which will require shuttling there several times per day to retrieve, exchange, or store "stuff."

Well, one fact became apparent when I last chatted with my homeless buddy. That is, most landlords and property managers require verifiable income that is several times the monthly rent in order to qualify as a candidate. For subsidized senior citizen housing, the income requirement is 3.5 times the $600 monthly rent. For regular rental housing, the ratio is similar. So, a room in a shared rental unit that is renting for $1,000 per month would require that the rental candidate earn at least $3,500 per month. Obviously, I don't qualify.

By the way, room rentals, aside from being overpriced, are troublesome in many ways. For example, as a guy, I must avoid rentals in which there are babe tenants or single parents with dependent children residing there. It is just too easy to fall prey to false accusations of sexual harassment, assault, rape, pedophilia and so forth. Can you imagine the outcome for the ol' lavahead? I would be arrested for being a " dirty old man." Well, I would have free room and board ... in prison.

Well, I am "dragging my feet" concerning the homeless decision. Instead of making various phone calls while I still have the cheap "smartphone," I opted to procure a cup of coffee at the fast food joint in town. The coffee, albeit crappy, is half the price of the snobbish coffee shop. And, free wireless Net access is available, so I can compose the "blog." I should also mention that I have observed a spike in the number of older homeless people, most of them being senior citizens. Quite appalling.

I have gotten used to the detached studio in Waimanalo. As I stated previously, it's pretty nice. However, it is not a complete studio. There's a kitchenette, but it has no refrigerator or cooking appliances. There's a refrigerator and microwave oven in the adjacent carport, though. The studio is still being used partially for storage, so not all of the space is available to me. After all, it is only temporary housing. In town, a similar studio would command over $1,000 per month in rent. I am paying $650 per month.

Oh, I neglected to mention that I have seen Ann waiting at the bus stop near Kalama Valley a couple of mornings during my commute to Hawai'i Kai. So, Ann is apparently still residing in the studio that she pays $1,050 per month. I would assume that she has resumed wage slavery somewhere. In any case, I expect her to be in yet another crisis within a year. The psychological toll on Ann of being in and out of wage slavery abuse in addition to her shaky finances has been high, but she keeps going back for more. That's an indication of how much fear the rank-and-file peons have of homelessness.

The day? Same ol' shit. Tentatively, I have decided to hold off on my evening outings to Kahala until the homeless decision is finalized. In the meantime, I remain in limbo or purgatory, depending on interpretation. Sheesh!

Unilateral

Whenever I espy a minivan, I ponder how I would actually be able to sleep in one at night in a dumpy parking lot. Imagine doing so for several years. That's the gloomy prospect lying ahead if I choose the homeless option as early as the end of the month. I could postpone the decision for another month, but why bother? I could also wait until my time is up in Waimanalo, but why wait? The decision is inevitable no matter what. No other options exist.

Let me just add that I calculated how long my savings would last if my total expenses expanded to $1,500 per month. I could, barring unforseen circumstances, go on for 25 years. And, that does not include official retirement entitlement income that I will collect from 66 years of age. I am not "sitting pretty," but at least I have some liquid assets at my disposal. However, with the on-going theft and fraud executed by the global moneychangers, there's no telling when all of my assets simply disappear.

What happens when homelessness is the only option? Many people face that dilemma daily, often after running out of money. Although the warning signs were clear months prior, they were ignored. I do not want to be one of those people. Thus, I set out to engineer my homelessness. Unfortunately, my years of downsizing and preparation were not necessarily effective. Oversimplification of my life-style was not always conducive to homelessness. In fact, I will end up undoing some aspects of my mendicancy.

I am now estimating that I will need to purchase about $100 of additional sundries to more effectively meet my future homeless needs. In retrospect, the previous purchase of the small luggage and a couple of rechargeable personal appliances was a mistake. Otherwise, I am on-track for motorhomelessness. So, what happens if living out of the homeless motorhome (read: luxury minivan) becomes intolerable? I will simply have to "bite the bullet." All of the other homeless people have no other choice but to endure. If the situation is bad enough, I could take a break by staying at the short-term homelessshelter in Iwilei, or I can join my homeless buddy at the airport.

The homeless decision has really put me in a bad way. Just like the guy talking with his mom on his "smartphone" on the bus the other day, I am ready to "crack." I am unable to comprehend how the rank-and-file peons tolerate the artificial stresses and strains that have been induced by the greed and fraud of the global moneychangers. They silently accept their fate, blame themselves, and pledge to further entrench themselves in slavery just to survive. Then, just when they believe that they have passed the crisis zone, the goalposts are moved further into the horizon.

By the way, I have been returning to Waimanalo early every evening because the evening outings to Kahala have been temporarily shelved. Although I have been spending more time in the studio rental, there is nothing for me to do. There is an outdated tube sitting in the room, but I can't bring myself to sit in front of it like a shrine. So, that only leaves the Net. I am spending three hours on the Net using both the iPad® tablet computer and the cheap "smartphone" in tandem. Not much better than the tube in some respects, eh? What is most annoying is that I am consciously aware that I am wasting my life away.

Nothing important was accomplished this morning. Instead, I foolishly patronized the snobbish coffee shop. What a mistake! Why do I keep returning to an establishment that treats me like a homeless guy? Otherwise, same ol' shit. My homeless buddy did not meet me at the arranged time this afternoon to call the resident manager of the subsidized senior citizen housing complex in Pearl City. The call would have been a waste of time anyway.

Thinking about homelessness all day is fatiguing. However, I believe that I have come up a better plan. Well, actually the plan was originated a long time ago. I just didn't want to implement it. Quite simply, I should list my Nissan® Frontier truck on-line for quick sale. Then, I should put what little possession that I own into rented storage. Subsequently, I should just check into the IHS homeless shelter. If that doesn't meet my needs, then I should consider the homeless motorhome.

Investment Mini-Update®
I have just discovered that my investment accounts have been losing $1,000 per month for the past year. So, money is rapidly disappearing (i.e., stolen by the moneychangers), just as I predicted in the old "blog." The homeless decision is rapidly becoming unilateral.

Motives

My homeless buddy is somewhat of an enigma. He seems to love being chronically homeless. He is willing to tolerate any kind of nonsense as long as he doesn't have to spend any money. Why else would he be camping at the airport? That's why I do not expect him to stay very long in the one-bedroom apartment that has been offered to him for free. What passionately ties him to homelessness?

Unlike my homeless buddy, I have no desire to become and remain chronically homeless. I am willing to pay for rental housing, but I am not a chump. I don't expect to live for free, but I won't tolerate rent gouging. Unfortunately, rent gouging is the "norm." So, I may be forced into homelessness. Is homelessness really that bad? What do you think?

On the other hand, I am gradually accepting the fact that, as an old codger, my life is drawing to a close. I have previously discussed in the "blog" that many avenues and options are disappearing. With that said, my priorities are changing. My interests are devolving. My personal needs are diminishing. Simply put, I have been "grasping at straws" to preserve a youthful existence that vanished a long time ago.

What is so important about residing in town? Why can't I just stay put in Waimanalo? Why was I obsessed with the evening outings in Kahala? What is the reason for working out every single day at the gym? Why must I always go to the gym downtown? Why was I patronizing the snobbish coffee shop? There are many questions, but no answers. That is, unless the underlying motivation, the inability to accept old age, is taken into account.

Lots of rain and gusty winds all night long in Waimanalo. When I departed this morning, there was a slight break from the rain. When I arrived in Hawai'i Kai, I was greeted with cloudy skies but no rain. I fulfilled my objective of the day, which was to investigate the uncovered paid parking lot across from A'ala Park. It is fairly large with no human attendants. Of course, being in close proximity to A'ala Park and the "projects" poses some security problems at night. However, my homeless buddy was accurate in his assessment of the facility. It is perfect for a homeless motorhome (read: luxury minivan).

Even during the day, the parking lot near A'ala Park is not full. There also appears to be several commercial vehicles being stoted there permanently. The monthly rate is $80, which is a real bargain. So, the feasibility of the homeless motorhome is fairly high in my assessment. I will be investigating other leads as well. To celebrate my initial findings, I splurged for an expensive cup of coffee at the snobbish coffee shop in town.

I rode the bus to A'ala Park from the central downtown and back. Just that short ride was unnerving. The passengers were akin to roaches swarming over a few crumbs. Chinatown itself is the same big mess that I recall from a few months ago. The sheer number of derelicts and homeless people wandering around there and in the park is stupifying. Of course, if I choose to sleep in a minivan in a parking lot, then I will be one of those derelicts and homeless people. So, I make no judgments, only observations.

Later, I ran into my homeless buddy at the gym. He was excited because he had just been accepted for a one-bedroom apartment rental in a new subsidized senior citizen housing complex in Pearl City. Persons with disabilities are exempt from the age requirement, by the way. However, the income requirements are 3.5 times the $600 monthly rent. My homeless buddy was short about $500 of the monthly requirement. So, he inquired if someone else, namely the ol' lavahead, could share the unit. The answer was affirmative, but my homeless buddy probably didn't realize that I would have to be 62 years old to qualify for tenancy. Anyway, the rest of the day was ... same ol' shit. No evening outing in Kahala again. No surprise.

Outer Limits

My conversation yesterday with my homeless buddy proved interesting. He appears to be recuperating from the heart transplant surgery fairly well. So, he has made airline reservations to fly to Vietnam in the middle of the month of March. In the meantime, he will continue to camp at the airport. When he returns from Vietnam in four months, he will have a one-bedroom apartment available to him, courtesy the pastor at one of the church organizations that he volunteers with. The rent will be free.

My homeless buddy urged me to join him and myriad homeless camping at the airport. There are some drawbacks, though. The homeless file into the terminal building around 5pm each afternoon to stake out a place on the floor to sleep. However, the airport security staff will not allow anyone to lie down in the staked out location until midnight. Then, the homeless are awakened at 4:30am and are required to leave the airport. During the night, there are flights arriving and leaving, which generates a lot of noise. In addition, hundreds of passengers are milling about while the homeless are attempting to sleep. Did I mention the mosquitoes?

Well, as described in the "blog" yesterday, my sleep schedule is not much different from what my homeless buddy experiences at the airport. So, why don't I just sashay over to the airport right now? Well, I am not ready for that kind of fun yet. The homeless motorhome (read: luxury minivan) is as far as I am willing to go. Speaking of the homeless motorhome, its primary purpose is to provide a secure and sheltered place to sleep for six hours. Its secondary function is to house what's left of my worldly possessions. During the day, it will serve as a mobile "home base" where I can rest or take a nap. I certainly will not be spending hours of idle time just sitting inside the minivan.

Sleep, or undisturbed sleep, has been an issue for me for years. My only purpose for a residence of any kind is a place to sleep. That's all a "home" means to me. Every other task can be done outside the "home" with little inconvenience. If I cannot get any quality sleep in my home at the time, then what is its worth? Why should I pay rent in excess of $1,000 for a room in shared quarters when quality sleep is never attainable? Why not just enroll in a homeless shelter or join my homeless buddy at the airport?

Perhaps I should also clarify my stance on expenses and why I have reacted to its drastic rise one month ago. I have been doling out about $1,100 total on average per month for the past seven years, which includes both rent and all expenses. Now, I am finding that I must pay $1,000+ per month just for rent alone. And, that rent is only for a room in shared quarters. Absurd? You be the judge. Of course, I am somewhat out of touch with reality in empire. What citizen of empire only incurs about $500 per month in total expenses (including food and petrol)?

Usual Hawai'i Kai visit. Moms made a miraculous recovery from a prolonged episode of the "dizzy head." So, moms is back on track to live on until 120 years of age at the least. Moms longevity, as I speculated previously in the "blog," is due to an extremely fanatical religious belief in "eternal life" as promised by a mythical deity. Thus, moms is determined to live through the fantasy debacle known as "Armageddon" and receive the gift of "eternal life."

The remainder of the day? Same ol' shit. No evening outing to Kahala. My early evening "hangout" is currently the fast food joint in Hawai'i Kai. One greasy "value menu" item buys me a bit of time to access the free wireless Net "hotspot" with the cheap "smartphone." In a strange way, the benign activity is relaxing. Although, finger-typing on the tiny virtual keyboard is very frustrating.

Well, the whole homeless issue is getting on my nerves, to put it lightly. Frankly, I am ready to "crack." Is there any life-style that fits my persona? Sure doesn't seem like it. I don't fit in, so I don't belong anywhere. There's a valid reason why I have no close friends. I must really be "out there." My new moniker should be "Outer Limits," also the title of the odd circa-1960 series on the tube. Sheesh!

Generations

Last week, I ran into Chip, former Asylum faculty member, at the gym. As always, he loves to share senior citizen facts with me. After all, he is 68 years old and is paving the way for the newly indoctrinated senior citizens like myself. We laugh about the debilitating effects of age, but the topic is really not funny. Both the body and mind literally fall apart. Actually, the situation is quite frightening.

I have had ample time and opportunity to observe the geriatric crowd first-hand, both on the bus and at the gym. Observing senior citizens at the gym is probably the most enlightening. I get to see firsthand exactly what physical limitations, self-imposed or not, are presented by the older generations. Frankly, I am not even certain about the reasons why many of the senior citizens are going to the gym. Their workouts are beyond leisurely, almost comatose.

Many of the senior citizens at gym do not appear to be there willingly. I suspect that certain medical conditions have caused their physicians to mandate an exercise program. Unfortunately, the geriatric workouts that I have witnessed are close to worthless. One or two sets with extremely low resistance (i.e., weights) does not even qualify as a placebo. I have even seen a couple of senior citizens snoozing on the weight machines. What good is that?

By the way, I am still in awe at the amount of money that is required monthly just to maintain a "normal" life-style. As I stated previously in the "blog," I have been living "on the cheap" for so many years such that I have lost track of reality, at least in empire. Over the past few days, I have really noticed the complete dependency of the automobile in Hawai'i Kai. There is no second thought given to driving the motor vehicle everywhere, even just to move it across a parking lot to avoid walking.

What is even more appalling is the affluent life-style of the young adolescents and university-age young adults in Hawai'i Kai. They live at home with their parents, often providing no compensation. The parents clothe, feed, accessorize, and finance their offspring in entirety. And, the attitude of entitlement is so pervasive and narcissistic. Even if the offspring work at wage slave jobs, they don't even earn enough in a month to pay for the parent-provided "smartphones" they carry around. Most of those offspring are given four times more in spending money per day than my average daily expense budget. What I believe to be luxurious life-style is just average to them.

Another mundane day for the ol' lavahead was a special day for everyone else. The morning buses were crowded. Heck, traffic in Waimanalo was bad. The gym was unusually packed, but there was no sign of a certain fitness and training hottie. Everyone was abuzz about the "big game." Lots of animated excitement. I, on the other hand, could have cared less. Instead, I decided to extend my tenure at the snobbish coffee shop in town for another day. While sipping the expensive cup of coffee, I composed the "blog" on the cheap "smartphone" using the free wireless Net "hotspot." What better way to pass the time, eh?

I haven't been sleeping well in Waimanalo, even though it is out in the middle of nowhere. The other house on the property has been rented to a bunch of mainlanders who seem to throw a party every night. Fortunately, the parties end before midnight. Throughout the night, dogs can be heard howling. There are also chickens making all kinds of noises randomly. The landlord and family are up around 5am. The only positive aspect so far is that my Nissan® Frontier truck is well suited for Waimanalo since I am essentially living on farmland back by the mountain range. So, in conclusion, being out in the middle of nowhere in Hawai'i does not guarantee peace or quiet. Quite the contrary.

After a prolonged workout at the gym, I walked to the bus stop. As always, I look around to see if my homeless buddy is loitering in the vicinity. Nada. Just as the bus to Hawai'i Kai was arriving, my homeless buddy appeared out of nowhere. I decided to wait for the next bus in order to chat with my homeless buddy. He is still camping at the airport. When the next bus arrived about 30 minutes later, I commenced the arduous journey back to Hawai'i Kai, where I procured a healthier dinner at the fast food joint. Naturally, I continued to compose the "blog" with the free wireless Net access. Then, off to Waimanalo I went.