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Incidentally, rumor has it that Blogger® has rescinded the previously announced censorship policy.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?