Expectoration

As my foray into motorhomelessness nears, I have found myself to be fraught with anxiety. No one really wants to be homeless in a prison-like society, except my homeless buddy. Of course, I have had bouts of disbelief. However, I quickly come to my senses. I have known for almost a year that my stay in Waimanalo is temporary.

Typical Anxious Hottie

The overall situation in the islands is totally out of control, and not just the homeless issue. In my daily observations, I have noted with alarm that nearly everyone in my proximity in most locales is speaking a foreign language. No, they are not tourists. Financial refugees, actually, from mostly Asian nations.

Typical Empire Hottie

The governor of Hawai'i has formally invited myriad Syrian refugees to move here (along with others from numerous Middle East and African failed states). We already have an immigration crisis with the steady influx of financial refugees from Asia and the mainland empire. Where are they going to stay? How many will end up homeless on the streets?

Typical Young Hottie

The fact that I will soon be homeless should be an indicator of just how out of control the situation is. And, that should also be the "canary in the coal mine" to signal the extent of the damage that dislocations created by the moneychangers and powers-that-be have become.

Typical Summer Hottie

Heck, just bring on the hotties of Summer already! Next week will be hectic, by the way. I am down to ten days before homelessness is me. Sheesh!