It's "The Holocaust Industry" by Norman Finkelstein Day

 So go out and buy the book or better yet pirate it somehow. 

Anyway .... 

No I didn't work on taxes last night, I packed stuff. And tried to get to bed early, which ended up a bit past 6AM anyway. It's a fight to move my schedule earlier. 

I got up at 2:30 or so, packed some more things ... and Ken's not updated his financial information on Ebay so his payments are on hold right now. 

There have been more financial troubles like this in the last month or two than in years before. Many years. I really need to get on the stick and be prepared to jump. As I've mentioned, our present lease here runs out on August 31st. 

I'm not going to re-iterate my plan to leave mid-September of 2027 to Ken; I'm going to just keep on keeping on here, keeping the numbers good. And they are good lately.  

The thing is, once I lose (or leave) this place, I'm going to start burning money. I'd rather burn said money back in Hawaii getting settled back in at home, and can't think of any good reason to stick it out here in the most expensive part of the country.  

New Orleans is, interestingly, one of the cheapest parts of the country; a place kind to veterans and trumpet players. But with an absolutely stupendous crime rate, hurricanes, and I'm afraid I'd end up smoking crack, picking marijuana butts off of the piss (horse, and everything else) covered sidewalks, and somehow alienating every other musician who plays anything from the French horn to the kazoo, because that's what happens, right? I'm thinking it's one of the few places that are actually worse than Pahoa, Hawaii. 

 

One fine morning in a concentration camp ...

 There are some Soviet and some Jewish prisoners. The commander tells the Soviets, "Take up those shovels and kill the Jews" and the Soviets say "No, we won't do that". So then he tells the Jews, "Take up those shovels and kill the Soviets" and the Jews pick up the shovels enthusiastically. The commander says, "See? This is why we hate them". 

                                                            - joke/proverb told in Russia in WWII. 

What makes it "funny" is, the Soviets, although officially being atheist, would have come from a Christian background, the story of the Good Samaritan and all that, and would have hesitated to kill fellow human beings. But to Jews, anyone not Jewish is an animal, and would think no more of it than killing fish or chickens etc. 

Anyway .... interestingly, last night the police came around to the illegal night club again, or at least one car, which sat there with lights flashing until it was far enough into the 2-5AM operating hours that it prevented a big night for them, or even just a small gathering. 

I don't know who closed and locked the gates across the parking lot, and me, I'm not going near the gate, the lock, etc. The thing is, those no-good-niks have cameras here and there, these days any car can be assumed to possibly be as festooned with cameras as a Tesla, they could have a sneaky Ring anywhere, etc. 

So I just stayed in here after getting in from my ride downtown. And ... while I packed a lot of things, I also got involved in listening to some interesting podcasts on YouTube so I found a big test instrument to take apart so I'd at least be doing something useful, and fortunately the thing - a real treasure chest full of gold plated boards - didn't have super tight screws like many do, and I got that done in record time. 

Finally I was tired, fuggit. I drank more beer and went to bed. 

I woke up kind of early for me, about 1:30 in the afternoon. Hell, if this illegal night club isn't in my damn lap 3 days out of 7 of the week, I might be able to get away with going to bed earlier and being up early enough to try things like making and keeping appointments with the DMV and the SSA, even busking at lunch times and at farmer's markets. 

But today it was all about shipping, and I packed more things, and actually had everything dug out of the warehouse and packed, surprising myself. One big order I was sure I'd not have time to do, but decided I'd get started, and astonished myself by getting it done in half an hour. Among the things I had packed were two that probably should have gone out Friday and had for sure to go out today. So I was pretty happy. 

It's cold and blustery out there! I hit the usual stops, first FedEx to offload the larger boxes in the big load I had teetering on the bike trailer, then the post office for the small things, then did some shopping in 99 Ranch, then over to H Mart. 

Today's freebee: 2 bags of lychees I gave to Tom, because I know he likes them. They actually looked too good to toss out. 

I rode back here and got back to work, packing more things, because more things have to go out tomorrow.  

Orban is out, is the illegal night club next?

 Well, the Hungarian elections are over, Orban has conceded to .... what's his name. But this is really important because it's an election, rules were followed, people voted, and the wannabee dictator has stepped down. I hope we Americans can do things this well. 

Last night was interesting. The cleaning guys next door had their Mexican music playing loud-ish but not too loud, until past 2AM, Meanwhile the illegal night club started their "day" but there's a twist. 

Someone, I don't know who, had closed the gate dividing the parking lot between the two buildings. This had happened during the day, and there's been a truck loading, or unloading, or something, some boxes or something, at the illegal night club. 

So 2AM rolls around and the gate's closed, and pretty soon the pimps and ho's and johns show up, but ... the gate's closed and they're not up to park on this side and then sneak around the end of the fence. It's a narrow passage and dark and I think people pee there, and that's just not happening. So they'd just turn right around and drive out of this side. 

It was plenty busy on the other side, but because they weren't over here, it was nunna my bizniz, and thus no need to call the cops. This ... could work. 

But, at 4:30AM suddenly 4 or 5 cop cars swoop in, sirens and lights going. All I can think is that, well, all it takes is one shooting or stabbing and that'll bring 'em in like that. And it could even be a shooting, because however much people talk about having a "9 mil" there are a ton of "pimp guns" out there, little .25 and .32 ACP automatics, and this is just the crowd they'd be popular with. 

That whole building is hinky as hell. The unit on the end, officially a cosmetics supplier or who knows what, always seems to have scumbag types on bikes loitering around. So maybe it's the next place the cops are going to focus on. 

 I got up at 2:30 this afternoon and the gate is still closed. 

I had breakfast, looked for things, packed a thing  I finally found and gave up on the other one, and decided I wanted to go downtown. I packed up my trash and headed out, dropped trash & beer cans off, then went down to the Amazon place for bubble mailers and got 5, then a nice guy asked if I wanted his, but needed help opening them (one was textbook easy, the other got some quick Swiss Army Knife work) and thus I got two more. Nice guy! 

I decided that although I'm dressed really working-class, this would be a fine time to try out the sausage rolls at Trials Pub. But they were closed and so was Teskey's next door. Oh, well. I rode over to Nijiya and got veggies and some very thin Japanese spaghetti noodles, angel hair really. They had it in three sizes, like buying leads for a mechanical pencil. 1.4, 1.6, and 1.8mm. Hilarious. Also the package I got has this huge "3" on the front which led me to believe it's 3 servings, which at $7-odd is a bit steep, but once I got it home I realized it's 5 servings which isn't bad. 

My disappointment with "Tangle" oil and garlic flavor led me to buy this, since it's probably just as easy to make actual oil and garlic angel hair pasta as the imitation. I also got some overpriced Kraft "Parmesan" cheese because it's got good flavor and is perfect for things like this, and along with the other stuff was $17 and change. 

I then rode down to U-Save Liquors where I-Save. Their price for a 6-pack of Guinness bottles is pretty good, and they have Baken-Ets pork rinds which I've decided are my favorite, even beating out Da Heo brand. That was another $17 and change. 

Then I just rode back here. Avoiding zombies all along, of course. Lots of 'em out there staggering around. It wasn't exactly warm out, but the recent warm weather seemed to "liven" them up. 

It looks like the gates between the two buildings, which look the same but have different owners, are going to be closed for a while. I'm almost to the point where I'd say the other building is an "attractive nuisance" in that there's the illegal night club, the really sketchy unit on the end with the scumbags hanging around, and the car-repair place which might be OK or might be sketchy. I like to think it's just hot rod guys who like to work on their cars, plus their family/friends/coworkers getting routine car stuff done, but all it takes is one flake-O to decide it's a good base to sell drugs from or something, and there you go.  

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.