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?
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