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.