Slept the day away I guess

 I woke up at 5 in the afternoon or so. Last night I'd photo'd 20 things and listed 10 of them, did various little time-consuming things around here, read too much Reddit as usual, and watched the antics of the illegal night club crowd and made my usual call to the cops to report the antics. 

I think the phone calls carry more weight than the reports to the police suspected prostitution and human trafficking web site, so I'll just keep with the calls. 

I need to widen the options though. I still need to call Zoning about this, and also call Vice/Special Investigations and see if there's an ongoing case, as I've been told. If so, I can ask them how I can be the best help. 

Those fuckers are noisy as hell. Loud convos in Spanish right on the other side of my door, idling cars same, loud music although that will typically only last a few minutes as they get tired of it too, etc. 

I mean, long in the past, I actually asked ol' Dr. Allison about renting an office upstairs at the Blue Cross Animal Hospital to live in, or I think I was asking about living there for free in exchange for some work, and he wanted to charge me rent which I didn't like the idea of at the time. I think it was $200. Laughably cheap, in other words. And it shows I was willing to put up with the noise of living directly above an animal hospital with kennels, that's right on Kapiolani Blvd. 

So I dunno, I'm not paying rent here. 

I'd sent an email last night to my pal on the Big Island, telling him to let me know when the Amazon gift card gets there. I got the reply today, he got it "weeks ago". In other words, the letter actually traveled through reverse time and got to him a week or two before I sent it. Neat trick. I replied that it may have felt like a few weeks due to the crazy weather there, but I'd only sent it a week or two ago. I'm glad he got it though, and he thanked me. 

The weather there *has* been crazy, with lots of flooding. So in my reply I regaled him with my account of The Flooding Of The Haleiwa River Basin During The 1970s Gas Crisis. Good times. 

The present flooding is worse, though, from the sound of it. And there's more beach erosion etc. Being back there is going to be wild. I"m going to want to go over that island with a fine-toothed comb. Having lived and worked all over the island, when I say I just about know every coconut tree there, it doesn't feel too far from the truth. 

I've investigated to death, I think, all the ways I might leave the US and there just isn't anything available to me other than perhaps a desperation "vacation" somewhere like Thailand or Viet Nam where I connive some way to never come back. And that's only if things get really bad here; I mean worse than they are now. Like, I'm going to be deported to a concentration camp for being insufficiently Zionist bad. 

I'm coming around to the theory that a lot of the stuff the Nazis did, the Nazis didn't actually do. What we "know" about Germany in WWII is largely a constructed world, a sort of lore that's agreed upon and this is vigorously enforced  by people who make a huge profit from it. 

Look at other constructed worlds. What witches do and how. The world of Star Trek or The Hobbit. Or King Arthur And The Table Round. Everyone knows the basic configuration and furniture of these worlds, and they're utterly unreal. 

I believe our knowledge of "The Holocaust" (you know, the thing where Germans are accused of doing what Jews are actually doing in the Middle East right now, with a higher daily kill rate) is largely composed of projections; of things the Jews actually do to their enemies or "inferiors" (and to them, all Gentiles are inferiors) or would if they got the chance. 

Author David Irving has researched all of this and of course there's a kernel of truth, the way a Faberge' egg might have an actual eggshell in there somewhere. But the enbroidery upon this kernel of truth is fantastic. 

Hell this imaginary world even comes with its own invented language, "Modern Hebrew", kind of like Esperanto or Klingon, or the "pig Latin" my parents use to use from time to time. 

And now this parasitical group, which our Founding Fathers innocently allowed to live here and establish a foothold, then power, then more power ... now feels it's powerful enough to strike. Thus what's going on in Iran. Thus new laws against anyone even looking sideways at one of The Chosen, hence the ending of the educations of college students, the ending of professional careers. This is not The Klan or The John Birchers or the DAR doing this, this is the people who did a damned fine job of brainwashing most of us that they were cute and cuddly and studious and not at all violent or genocidal, no sir! 

I can't believe I was going to join this group. I was going to the things, singing the songs (which almost all were, I don't know how, "settler" sounding, to where I could see the covered wagons cross the prairie when I sang them) doing the studies. I aced the Reading Hebrew class and at the end of it knew more than the teacher. 

And I was doing what's necessary to make such a move, which is to basically stick my fingers in my ears and go "LA LA LA!" and only looks at the news and world events from inside a bubble that's exclusive to Jews and useful idiots like evangelical Christians. 

I'm surprised I went as far as I did, because I've survived, especially my rather dangerous childhood and young adulthood, by having a acute bullshit filter. Finally I could just not do it. I could not make myself believe that "All Palestinians are guilty even children and babies". I could not believe that Jews were chosen by anyone, or special except in the way Professor Kevin MacDonald has researched, which is as an evolved parasitical group. 

The idea of One God, the idea of a God, is only good for motivating your own group to go and kill another group, or Anyone Who Isn't You. 

The equations, as I put it, don't need a God. A parallel I see is how what we call Maxwell's Equations today, are more properly the Maxwell-Heaviside Equations. The original Maxwell's version had a bunch of extra variables and were much more complicated. Genius nutball Oliver Heaviside distilled them down to their essentials and a bunch of those variables were not needed at all. 

This is what Buddhism did with religion. Sure you have people who are more enlightened, bodhisattvas like the Buddha himself, or Jesus or Shinran Shonen.  The Buddhist world pretty much explains it all. You've got animals, and Hungry Ghosts, and people, devas, bodhisattvas, etc. And as Rinban Sakamoto said, this is all around us. This is here, right now. I hope he enjoys his retirement in San Pedro, and I look forward to being in his home town, Mo'ili'ili, again. 

So the Jewish god? The proper name is "Baal" and in Buddhist terms, it's a preta, which is a hungry ghost that has accumulated too much power. Read the Torah just read the damned thing, and it's all killing, killing, and more killing. Rivers of blood. The Talmud enlarges on this, in the most gruesome ways. 

The message of Jesus was that you don't have to follow those ways. That you can care for your fellow man even if they're of an enemy tribe, hence the story of The Good Samaritan. Jesus helped, how he could, the poor and the outcast. There is none of this in Judaism. There is no concept of "poor and noble" or passing up personal gain in favor of morality. Christianity is not Judaism + Jesus, it's the absolute opposite of Judaism. The Catholics understand this, while the Protestants seem to be wannabee Jews, esteeming money over morality, happy to cooperated with Jews in American slavery and the rapacious American financial everything-is-a-scam system. 

And that's what this country is ruled by. Because when the nation was founded, it didn't have immunity to the poison pill. It didn't have the ability to see that a poison people should not be let in. So now we're enthusiastically carpet-bombing brown children in the Middle East. 

So I'm reading r/cripplingalcoholism on Reddit, for the stories as always and one guy mentions a Kelley's bar and being in Hawaii so I looked it up. Wow! Looks better than any "Irish" bar here in Silicon Valley and I've been in a fair number. Plus the prices are about 1/3 cheaper. That would be in keeping with the cost of living back there being 1/3 less than it is here. 

This is in keeping with the theme here, of being indoctrinated in a thing and finding out reality is 180 degrees opposite. "Jews are poor, put-upon victims" and "Hawaii is expensive" and the lies are repeated and repeated, but that can't make them true. 

Beautiful Clouds

 I didn't mention that yesterday the clouds were spectacular.

Today, I woke up at 3 because I'd set my alarm clock, and had packages packed, so all I had to do was eat breakfast and such little things and I was out the door at 4. 

There was a strong headwind I had to right against so I really pushed myself. It was a slog! But I wanted to be sure to get to the post office in time and the bank, plus I had to make an emergency stop at Nijiya to use their loo. But I did made great time. 

I deposited my check and their numbers and mine only differed by 50c or so, and that only because I'd thrown away a receipt and wrote down what I remembered. So, not bad! If I'm a dollar off per thousand, that's 0.1%. I really like accounting like an engineer rather than like an accountant. 

I got over to Whole Foods and it was so windy and blustery, I was surprised to see Petition Guy there. He said he's almost done, in that the petitions he's got almost all have enough signatures now. I guess it's kind of a seasonal job. I said I'm not busking this weekend because of the rain and it's a perfect time to get my taxes done. And that I'm going to go on the bus over to Han Kook Korean Market. 

I went into Whole Foods and got some pork and cabbage, and a can of beer, and ate and people-watched. Then ended up waiting forever for the #22 bus and when it did finally show up and we got going, it was obvious there had been some kind of problem with the buses because we ended up right on the heels of another #22. 

Eventually I got to the Lawrence stop and that can of beer had hit bottom. I really had to go, again. I decided to try the Burger King there, which has all these flags and balloons say they're NOW OPEN or something. It was excellent. The loos are clean and not locked, and the whole place is really clean. I decided to see if I could order some small thing because I always buy something, or tip, or something, in cases like this. The kiosk was easy to use, and I had the option of paying cash at the counter which was neat. I got these little cheese jalapeno things which were pretty good and only $2. 

OK all done with that, I walked over to Han Kook Market and could not think of anything else I was interested in other than what I'd come for, which was clear packing tape. They sell tape that's $2 a roll and had something like 3X as much on the roll as the stuff Ken buys. It's thinner but the thin stuff is still very strong, and unlike some thing tapes, this stuff is very well-behaved. I really like it.  

So I bought the 12 rolls they had on hand (I wasn't leaving anyone in the lurch, since there's another brand of clear tape they sell also) and walked back to the bus stop with my Whole Foods bag now holding $25 worth of tape. 

It rained a bit on the bus ride back, and it  was wet back at Whole Foods. Petition Guy was sort of set up at one of the tables under the roof, talking with someone. I went in and bought beer and a bag of frozen shrimp (the ones they sell there are the only ones I've found so far that have flavor) and loaded up the bike and rode back by the Hedding route. I didn't even get rained on. 

There were some beautiful anvil-shaped thunderhead clouds today, and we might get some thunder and lightning. And I'll be inside here, doing my taxes. 

 

Paid

 Ken came by last night. I got paid. Cool. 

I'd taken my stuff to the post office and got some things at 99 Ranch then went to H Mart and loaded up with two 6-packs of beer, hamburger, a package of 4 packages of "Tangle" ramen garlic oil flavor, one of mushroom (which everyone raves over) veggies, things like that. 

I picked up packing stuff and stopped by Tom's. He was in a talking mood and told me the hot pot "kit" I'd brought by, priced at $29, had been wonderful. I said I'll pick up more when I see them being tossed out. We talked about this and that, and then I rode back here. 

I got involved putting things away and various tasks and ended up realizing I'm really hungry, so I ate the package of Borden sliced Swiss cheese I'd bought, with some Kewpie/mustard mix I made. Yum! 

I listed the final 10 of the 20 things I"d photographed, and cleaned the place up, and Ken showed up. He even brought me a burger, a "Bourbon" burger which is a cheeseburger with crumbled potato chips I think, and a sauce almost too sweet for pancakes. And a couple of slices of bacon. You can never go wrong selling something to Americans as long as you slather it in sugar. 

We talked a bit, and I got my pay check for this week and the last, but can't deposit it until tomorrow (bank rule, I can't deposit a dated check before the date). 

So I'll have to go out in the rain, I guess. 

I started taking a thing apart and just plain tossed out some large things, and thus threw out a lot of metal for an appreciative bum at about 5 in the morning. Then it was bedtime. 

I woke up around 3 I think. After too much thinking (it should not have taken that much) I realized the best tactic is to pack the big things, and I had a load of big things indeed, as well as a few small ones I'd packed before bed. I had a good load on the bike trailer today. And, we had a $1700+ day because someone bought all of these things we had a lot of that Ken had gotten for free, that are "hospital grade". I simply took the box of 'em off the shelf, put it in a bigger box with some padding, and off it went. 

I got stuff at H Mart and 99 Ranch as usual, found lots of neat packing stuff too, so again I had a big load on the trailer when I came back, with rolls of bubble wrap galore. 

Then it was just futz around, pack things, cook dinner, pack some more things, look for things that can't be found at least not right now, etc.  

An annoying thing happened, though. I took a bag of trash to the welding place's trash can which will get emptied around 4-5AM. So I was taking a bag of trash, but also I'd found a really cool spider walking across the carpet and caught it in a clear plastic bottle with a thin cap on it, that probably to someone who doesn't know the plot would look like I was holding a shot glass. 

So this red hot-rod car had driven in about 20 minutes earlier and parked a distance away. I'd decided not to worry about them. After tossing the trash and putting the spider in the bushes, a black hot-rod car drove up and the guys in it started shouting stuff about being drunk etc., and they'd slowed down, too. So here I was without a weapon and I've got to fight 2-4 guys, fuck that. So I ran back in here and both cars took off. 

I don't think they were connected with the illegal night club, but more likely with the hot-rod shop up the street. This is just a really shitty neighborhood. And they're the kind of guys who are still living with their parents, paying 39% interest on their car loans, and probably shovel shit for a living. If they live long enough, they'll regret their choices. I know I do, but at least I only got into motorcycles which are a magnitude (10X) cheaper than cars, or at least were. (In the 80s there were tons of used bikes out there, often for a dollar a cc engine size or not much more, plus a lot of really neat new bikes.) 

 

 

A lesson on the US media

 Yesterday as usual, as one of the first things when I wake up, I turned on the radio to listen to our "left/liberal" NPR station. And they were running some piece, some reporter supposed to be over there in Iran, and she was going on and on about how the Iranis want to be bombed, how every Irani she talked to (probably in some Palahvist/expat bar) wants to be bombed, bring on the bombs! 

I was astonished, naturally, but they went onto some other piece and my day went on. Then later, in the evening, I saw some thing on Reddit about how "Mark Levin", a local far-right Zionist small-hat, had been ranting on his AM radio show about how .... the Iranis want to be bombed, every Irani he knows says so, bring on the bombs!

The Iran war grinds on, with Iran winning of course. This is another Vietnam. I know why the US fought so hard in Vietnam before getting its ass kicked too - it was about rubber. Your standard car tire probably has little to no natural rubber in it. But truck tires, industrial tires, military tires... those are a different story. 

I learned about this is an unusual way. Somehow I was reading about these sneakers made by these cool Socialist skater punk kids, I wish I could remember the brand name. It wasn't Black Ball, it was some other name. And they used natural rubber for the soles. Where'd they get it from? Easy! They explained it on their web site. They bought used dragster tires. The guys at the drag strip would go through tires like crazy, and they had to be natural rubber to perform as well as they do. Just ... like .... military ... tires.  

And what was Vietnam a French colony primarily for? Those Michelin rubber plantations. During WWII there was a saying something like, "Our military moves on a sheet of rubber". This is serious business. So serious that it's only by reading about cool skater dudes making their own hi-tops out of natural rubber, that I was able to learn about it. Serious enough that it's not talked about. The Vietnam debacle is always explained away as being for Freedom or Preventing Communist Domino Theory, or something. It was about rubber. 

Obviously Iran is about oil. And do we Americans love our oil! We have something like 2X the carbon production per capita as the next runner-up. An American is not a person, but a person + a car (or two). And I can't be too smug, because I ride a bike on rubber/petroleum tires imported from Germany, on a frame imported from China, other parts from Japan, etc. 

I was a little kid when the Vietnam war was going strong. I remember the name Pnom Penh because ... I liked pens. I remember the STOP signs having "WAR" painted on them so they said STOP WAR and thought this was normal. The adults, a lot of them, must have been freaking out. Of course there was the hippie thing, and "Canadian Geese" which meant that draft dodgers who got up to Canada were given asylum. Imagine Canada doing that now! There was Nixon's "wage and price freeze" and again, imagine any president doing that now. 

Right about that time there was a shipping strike in Hawaii, too, and since our sugar was sent to the mainland to process it into white sugar, we used something called "SugarTwin" which was awful. There was also something called "cyclamates" in food that had to be avoided. And some pretty crazy inflation, hence Nixon's wage and price freeze. 

What I'm saying I guess is the 70s were pretty crazy, and the boringness of the 80s to the mid "oughts" is probably the unusual thing.  

Ginsberg knew what she was doing

 On Reddit again someone talking about If only Ruth Bader Ginsberg hadn't refused to retire when Obama was in office. That puzzled me also, but now that I've Noticed, it's all pretty clear. She knew exactly what she was doing. 

It ties right in with my monthly scheduled talks with the rabbi, Mr. nice reform Jewish guy from L.A., whom everyone likes. We'd been talking about Trump, and he'd said with real fear in his eyes, that we'd have had a civil war if Trump didn't win, so it was good he won.... 

Keep in mind this is from the "left", popularly considered far-left, part of Judaism. Yep, MAGA as hell because Trump's their tool. And Ginsberg, being one of the Chosen, was of course going to keep Obama from installing a possibly too-Goyish supreme court judge. It's all very transparent. 

And on that civil war; I'm convinced the small-hats would have done their damnedest to start one if their prize idiot, Trump, wasn't installed. 

Yes I watched/listened to while taking things apart, the documentary "Europa The Last Battle" last night. And yes, it's quite good. It certainly deserves better treatment; to be re-done by an Oliver Stone or an Adam Curtis.  

Last night, I still can't say whether those big wooden crates were being moved in or out. The idiots with the truck and forklift may have been simply trying to get the forklift onto the truck, because eventually with the help of someone else with a forklift, that's what they did, and drove off, with 4 large boxes as well as the first forklift on the truck. 

The most interesting thing is I got a look into the interior of unit 1663, and it was bare, with just a few large wooden crates. Whether they're boxed up gambling machines, or machine shop machines, and whether those boxes are going in or out I can't say. 

I didn't wake up until 4, cooked and ate 3 eggs and had some coffee, packed a few more things, and headed out to the post office. 

Today's freebee was some bananas and a sort of Korean hotpot kit that was meant to cost someone $29. I stopped by Tom's and gave those things to him and we got to talk a bit. 

I talked about how things are around here, financially. Ken didn't pay me last week and may not be able to this week. He owes the landlord $500-odd for this NNN thing, owes the electric company $363 or so, and this in addition to the usual rent which he may or may not have paid. 

In short, it's getting scary. I said that I guess I could leave a year earlier than planned, mid-September of this year rather than the next. And our lease is up on August 30th so I might want to try to be ready to leave by then, because if things are falling apart I want to make that One Last Move while I can. 

I got into how Ken's money management is like my Dad's, frankly. One school year my father had rented a "winter rental" on Balboa Island which cost, I believe, $700 a month. It was a nice 2-story house. My younger sis and I went to the local elementary school and I did a great selling job of convincing my dad it made more sense to buy us bikes than to pay for the school bus, because on the bikes we could go other places besides the school. 

My father stopped coming around, though, and stopped paying the bills. He'd set up a bank account I could access too, write checks, etc., and I remember bugging him for money and he sent some, and I went around and paid the bills, and then the money was gone so I asked for more and he got angry because I'd paid the bills in full; I was supposed to pay them just enough to keep them from shutting things off or evicting us, not pay in full. 

Of course we were eventually evicted, and my uncle being a good American uncle and thus not wanting to help at all, could not wait to put us on a plane back to Hawaii to be my father's problem (or sink or swim, who gives a fuck, which is pretty much what happened) but this gives an insight into my father's financial style. And I'm coming to realize it's Ken's also. 

 

 

More hilarious shit

 I woke up around 3, had my coffee etc., packed All The Things(tm) kind of surprising myself because I didn't think I had the time but ... I did. 

I got ready to go and there's a pink envelope from the electric company. They mean business when they get out the pink envelopes. They need $300-odd by the 10th. Great. 

I got going and dropped off the FedEx package at FedEx and tried to raise Ken on the phone. He answered, neat. 

I told him about the notice, and it being in a pink envelope so they really mean business. Ken needs to update some payment stuff on Ebay and he said he'd do it but he's not; after some thinking I realized he's been holding off because generally when you update financial information on something, that something will withdraw some money to make sure the new information is good. And Ken's not been paid, so he's been holding off for that reason. I told Ken I understood why he's held off on that, to avoid spending money, and now there's this. $363 I think. I said it's not due until the 10th and I know he'll be over on the 8th, Wednesday, but I wanted to give him more lead time to think about it. 

He says he's "going to see what he can scrape together" and I said Look, if it's between paying me or paying the electric company, I can wait. I can't do any work when the electricity's off. 

Oh, and there's still the $500-odd we owe the landlord for that NNN thing. 

And one might wonder why I drink! At least I'm only drinking beer, and I think I've discovered something. Expensive beer like Guinness and Lagunitas seems to be a lot easier on me than cheap beer like PBR or Bud. I guess if I were eating bread, I'd feel a difference between eating Wonder Bread or eating Dr. Oetker's Health Bread imported from Germany, too. I know I feel this difference in chocolate, with the exception of Guittard pure cocoa powder, milled not far from here, I'm only eating European chocolate and not the low-end kind either. Ritter Sports and Cadbury stuff for the European market is very different from stuff made for the American market. 

But getting back to finances, I know our present lease runs out at the end of August. I don't think we can get kicked out before then. And I don't think things can collapse that quickly although all bets are off if something happens with Ken's health. 

What I'm getting at is, it might be a good plan for me to assume I'm leaving September of *this* year rather than the next. That means sell off a lot of things and prepare to hop on a plane. If things get super crazy here I can split for a hotel and I've got Tom for moral support. He flies all the time on Alaskan and that's the airline I'll take. 

I hung up the phone with Ken and ran the smaller packages up to the post office, got some things in 99 Ranch, some more things in H Mart, dropped off fruit I'd found at Tom's (he wasn't answering the door) and got back today. 

Today's freebees: 11 packages of dried squid, apples and bananas for Tom, some weird white chocolate "enrobed" Oreos I'll donate, and some interesting motorized blinds I might slap onto Craig's List. Also a bunch of make-up stuff, Estee Lauder and so on, and now I've got a whole Lulu Lemon goodie bag of make-up, little bags, all kinds of goodies, to give to Ken to give to Suzie.  

And now I'm being entertained by some guys with a forklift, then another forklift they used to un-stick the first forklift which they'd gotten stuck, running around like The Three Stooges trying to get some big wooden boxes off of a truck and apparently deliver them to the site of the illegal night club. Gambling machines maybe? 

Update: The Three Stooges fucked around for a while and then ... drove off with the boxes? So now I have no idea what's going on. The thing is, when I rode in I happened to ride in from Rogers Avenue so I went past the place, noticed the truck there which had just come in when I'd left, and got a look into #1663, which looked bare except for some big wooden boxes. 

Dinner was a big bowl of guacamole courtesy of the 4 small avocados that were also free. I used pork rinds for chips, and washed it down with a nice refreshing Jeju Pellong Ale, which is pretty good. 

 

Easter

 I got 16 things camera-ready last night, and that involved taking a big thing apart that's a "Heathkit". These are not actually Heathkits or they'd be worth more, but are electronic instruments produced in-house by one of the nuclear research labs, and have their own internal model numbers etc., but are not recognized commercial products. And no one wants the things. But the parts are worth something. 

The illegal night club was noisy as usual and I called the cops as usual and they were too busy to show up as usual, it was Saturday night and they were working on a missing person case. I don't blame 'em, they have to prioritize things. And at least the call goes on the record. 

The best answer I've come up with so far is to simply stay up, doing things that keep me occupied enough or are noisy enough on their own that I don't care. Which is why I grabbed this big thing to take apart and had a fine old time taking it to bits and tossing the bits I wanted to sell in one box and the ones I didn't, in another, as well as a small pile of case parts. The stuff I didn't want went outside the door here at about 5:30AM. 

I woke up around 3 I guess. Now I had a choice about this day. I've been wanting to try busking at my local H Mart, which is crazy busy on Sundays, and/or the 99 Ranch up the street. But I was also curious how Easter might be at Whole Foods on the Alameda. Now, lunchtime was probably great. But staying up all night, that was not going to happen. Best case I could play 4:00-5:30 leaving me a bit of time to shop. 

In real life it was 5:15 to 6, and there were tons of people going in and out but they were all in a hurry, and I made $9. Petition Guy was there and got someone/sucker to sign all his petitions but that had taken him being there all day. 

I wanted to see how it was when Whole Foods was closing and turning people away, thinking I might get a burst of tips but that didn't happen at all. People were in a hurry and that's it. But I got to get some good playing in, so it was worth it. 

I packed up and tried San Pedro Square by the Old Spaghetti Factory, trying to play over the canned music that's always playing there now, from 2-3 different sources. I didn't get a thing. I'm convinced everyone who goes there is dead broke, look like they're doing OK because you can find pretty nice clothes at Goodwill or by just cruising around trash day, and they go there hoping to meet someone who isn't broke. With little success, I surmise. 

I took a little ride around, thinking if there are people hanging around camPUS burger, I might try there, or at Leroy's place by the long-gone Johnny Rockets (famous locally for looking like the neutron bomb had gone off and everything just how it was when people put down whatever they were doing and left, with napkins, salt and pepper shakers, etc., even a Starbucks cup, just how it had been left 5 or more years ago) but there were just no people around. 

I stopped in at U-Save Liquor on 1st, where all the scumbags congregate, got a 6-pack of Guinness in bottles and a bag of pork rinds, and got out of there, to back here.  

And dinner eaten, 30 things all ready to photo, and the cops put on a show outside. It was just after 2AM, and the illegal night club looked like it would have a few people show up, mainly the people running the thing, so it really would not be a bother (although they've had some really busy nights on a Sunday-Monday overnght) and they came in just a bit after 2, and have been chasing people out, honking their horns, siren, lights, etc. They are *on* it. Probably because tonight's probably pretty quiet and so the illegal night club has floated up near the top of their to-do list. 

The best way to manage this problem from my vantage point is, to keep things "warm" for 'em with the cops, and just get used to staying up and doing things that make noise anyway etc., as I've described. I'm probably not going to get to a regular daytime schedule until I'm actually retired, not living here, and besides in Hawaii it's really warm in the middle of the day so there's a tradition of getting out and doing things early, then taking it easy, then going back out to do more things later when it cools off.

Today's interesting ICE fact, courtesy of someone on Reddit. The reason they're grabbing day laborers and agricultural workers and well, workers in general is, they're they least trouble-making, hardest-working people they can grab, and they're being put in prisons and put to work at about a dollar a day. 

That's why ICE isn't going after actual bad guys. Or bums. Actual bad guys have got some fight in them. And bums are, well, bums. 

There was a period leading up to our Civil War where people from the slave states would go up into free states and grab black people. A free black person, a worker, a cook or housemaid or farmworker or cobbler or what have you, made fairly decent wages. And they were proven, healthy, workers. So they'd grab them and if they could get them to the South, they could sell them for a pretty penny and then these new slaves might get  room, board, and probably a small "allowance" and that was it. It's a pretty close parallel to what's going on now. 

This explains why people who came here and got permission to stay, and are going through the long and difficult process to become residents and then citizens, people who work for a living, are being grabbed. I'm all for a process for deporting those who are not here legally, but there has to be just that; a process. 

And ICE isn't grabbing Germans and Danes and Finns and Russians even, who came over and overstayed their visas and have been here for years. They're white! It would raise a huge hue and cry if *they* were enslaved. But brown/black people? Pff! Who cares? 

This is a major hurdle in that it needs to be done, to get people to understand that in the eyes and ethos of those who run this place, we are all goyim. We are all cattle. We are all Palestinians. All but the Chosen are on the menu, some of us are a lot further down than others, but we're on there.