America has ingested the poison ...

 https://www.reddit.com/r/israelexposed/comments/1rk6efn/israels_long_game_deliberately_destroying/ I don't normally link to Reddit but this is a very, very, very good discussion, began with a genius assessment of the situation by the original poster. 

American ingested the poison when it allowed the small-hats in, in the beginning. It allowed the poison to increase and proliferate when he allowed more small-hats in, in the waves of immigration in the 1800s from Europe. (Yes, my maternal relatives came from Lithuania, but not even the tiniest percentage small-hats, rather they were Tatars, known for ridin' horses and shootin' bows'n'arrers not suckin' blood.) 

The problem was further compounded when the US allowed itself to be influenced by the small-hats to get involved in WWI, which of course brought about WWII when "Judea" declared war on the one country that tried to free itself from the small-hats' blood-sucking bankery. 

As I said, the US is a callow, young country that has not yet had a proper revolution, and has not developed a proper immune response to the parasite-culture. I, we, may be living in the time this immune response develops. 

Now the poison is in full flower and we are in perhaps the beginning of WWIII. Hooray for "Our most Zionist president".  

Practice went a bit better last night, although I was not able to play the high notes as well as I'd want to. I'd packed two things last night so when I woke up to my alarm at 3 this afternoon, I was able to have some breakfast and get going at 4, drop off trash, the packages at the post office, and then the main reason to go downtown; to check my balance at my bank. Last week's check didn't bounce. So it's only one bounced check Ken has to make up for. 

I did another interesting thing last night. I took 6 identical boxes that stack, and sorted out into each one, with a label indication what's in it, my different flutes and the clarinet. Now I can list them on Craig's List, and keep all the various books, bags, bits and pieces, with each one. And just hand the box over to the buyer if they want the box. But I can keep the many, many bits and pieces organized.  

OK so that 2nd Manhattan Project in New Mexico to create a Jewish super-race ...

 Soooo much has gone on today but 9+ PM tonight I'm listening to NPR. Not KPFA. Not Dave Emory the conspiracy theorist on whatever station he's on these days (KKUP I think) no, plain-Jane, normal ol' NPR, and they're talking about how Epstein had a project he considered like a "second Manhattan Project" set up in, yes, New Mexico like the first one, to create a "super race". A Jewish super race. 

This all being said with a straight face, on a program that's really well "vetted".  I mean, NPR! The station that's been "sanewashing" Mango Mussolini, our most Zionist president, all this time. 

Decades ago, I kind of read the material I was given when I moved to a new apartment by a helpful neighbor, the Protocols Of The Elders Of Zion and some other stuff, and read it, and didn't think that much of it, yadda yadda this is just the rich doing their usual thing ... I knew it was anti-Jewish but I just thought, "That's anyone rich" and didn't think much more about it. 

I'd make the usual jokes and asides but I could not bring myself to be against a group of people I sort of had in my mind as Isaac Asimov, Richard Feynman, Carl Sagan, and a collection of bubbies (grandmother) who want to feed you, some musicians and comedians, etc. 

It's taken me forever to realize that guys like Feynman and Sagan were rebels against the culture they were born into. Asimov talked about trying to learn to read Hebrew and ended up throwing the book across the room. These were people who were pretty damned anti-religion. 

So I'd make the cracks and the quips because everyone did, but didn't really believe in them. It took my getting suckered into thinking that a culture that could produce a Feynman and a Sagan and an Asimov ought to be pretty good, and to make a real determined effort to join it, that I was able to see the layers underneath. 

In short, as the kids say nowadays, The Austrian painter tried to warn us. If we'd only listened! 

I may be fortunate enough to live through the time when my country develops a good proper immune reaction against the parasite. 

I used to kind of shake my head about the conspiracy theories, the "Great Replacement" and so on. But now, it's quite a mental re-arrangement, but I believe 'em. We have the Chosenites coming right out and doing them, and talking about it. Well, that's today's healthy, life-confirming helping of Judenhass, Judenhass forever!  

I'd gone to bed at around 8AM, after a not very satisfying practice session. And was awakened at 11:30AM by ... the landlord and his secretary. They wanted to talk about ... the guys next door? I said they're great neighbors, etc., ... we had a good talk about the illegal night club which they're trying every bit as hard as I am to get shut down and I'm only one of many complainers about it. 

So we got caught up on things and our lease ends at the end of August this year. So I have that date filed away in my head, in case I need to leave if Ken's not going to renew it or go month-to-month or anything. 

I went back to bed because I needed more sleep, and woke up around 4:30. In my 20s I used to spring out of bed and be ready to take off for work in 20 minutes, but these days it takes an hour. So I had my hour, and a half-hour to answer Ebay questions and pack that "one more thing". And took off for the post office and FedEx, and 99 Ranch and H Mart for a little shopping. Said shopping all on money I've earned playing music. 

Before leaving I'd called Suzie, Ken's wife, and  verified that my package with the cornet gig bag, had arrived and not been stolen. So I should have it Wednesday night. Or a week later. When I'm back in Hawaii the long shipping times won't bother me a bit, as I'm pretty sure I'll still get things faster than I do here. 

I found some useful boxes and stuff, said Hi to Tom and dropped off a small first aid kit I'd found, and got back here. I'd kept looking at things with sugar and carbs or what WERE sugar and carbs, like bags of dark chocolate Kit Kats for 99c, but I was good, and cooked up miso soup with shrimp for dinner. Yum! 

I'm thinking, a lot of what I do will depend on how the mid-term elections, which are apparently in early November. Yet another reason to keep white-knuckling it and try to hold out here, working and saving and hopefully improving my busking skills, at least until then. Will we be in WWIII by then? Will the planes even be flying? 

One plan I thought up a couple of years ago was to buy a sailboat and sail across to Hawaii. I'd time it with the TransPac regatta. There's a race, and then there's a regatta, which is a fancy word that just means, "We're not racing, we're just all sailing this route together". At least I'd have the boat to live in when I got there, assuming I could make it and manage to anchor in good old Kaneohe Bay, a place the Bethunes anchored at and we kids stayed with, on their boat, long ago. 

But I decided it's probably too expensive and impractical. Another plan was to take a cruise that just happens to stop in Honolulu, and jump ship. But in the end I decided just a regular old plane flight is the way to go, but will the planes even be flying? 

 

 

I needed the sleep!

 The illegal night club had an especially busy night last night. I need to call a number I was given, during normal business hours, and see if a sting operation is being set up and if so, how I can help. Other than that, I'm considering doing something like getting a really freakin' loud radio I can set to the right-wing AM station and play that just inside the roll-up door. Or, have a banner made saying "LICENSE PLATE READERS AND FACIAL RECOGNITION IN USE" and hang it so it hangs down over my front door, with the top bit looped over the top of the door, and the grommets it would have holding it in even if someone tugs on it, and put that up just before the night club starts up. I can easily have it up only when the illegal night club is doing their thing, and not at any other time. It's an idea. 

Edit: Another idea would be to, from 2-5AM Friday-Sunday, when the illegal night club is in operation, if I'm not working, I could do some activity that causes me to not care so much about the noise. Like ... practice. Extra points for loudness and awfulness. Not that I intentionally want to play awfully, but it would be a fine time to try out new songs and experiments in general. This would have the effect of the pimps, ho's and johns knowing there's someone in here who presumably between sour notes knows they're here and what they're up to. Just a bit of a jog to any sense of self-consciousness they might have about going to an illegal night club.  

One thing I did right last night, in busking, is I tried to really use my midsection and I think I need to learn to do this more. This is big among the flute players of all people, and while I was messing around with flute, I found old ladies who were eminent flute players talking about "Pelvic power" (heehee!) and one of the great flute players, I forget which, showing a student how he pushed out air by having them have their hand on his stomach while he played a piece. And flute is all about volume of air, not pressure (while trumpet is about pressure much more than volume). 

I finally went to sleep and woke up around noon, then went back to sleep until 4 or 5 in the afternoon. I needed it.  I had to list 10 more things left over from last night's photo and listing session, to be able to use the towel they were sitting on, to wash my hair ... it's going to be weird being back home, with access in some way or another to a conventional bathroom with a shower, and at the very worst case, take a bar of soap to the beach and use a public shower, a thing unknown here... 

I need to swing by my bank tomorrow or the next day, to see if the latest check from Ken has cleared. If he's still writing rubber checks, then it's time to start making plans. Mainly time to start selling off everything I can spare, do my taxes so that's out of the way, and buy that plane ticket. All while not letting Ken know at all, of course. I'll do him the courtesy of calling him from the Honolulu airport after I land. 

 

The You-Know-Whos up to their eternal tricks

 When they're not exerting usury, rotting countries from within, etc. they're getting countries who have not developed a suitable immune response to their parasite culture, into wars. 

The US is a young country. We have not gone through a true revolution like the French have, have not developed a suitable immune response to the parasitic culture (as the French have) and have not gone through a number of things like this that mark a mature country/culture. 

So the You Know Who's have gotten us into a war with Iran. The country that my father lived in for a while and could never stop talking about how nice the people were. I can only hope Godspeed to Iran. 

The illegal night club had a fair crowd last night so I called the cops and they did that "rats leaving the sinking ship" thing. They have made an enemy, and this is what enemies do. 

I eventually went to sleep, only to be awakened around 11 or 11:30 in the morning by the guys next door sorting out more metal stuff, from the hotel the one guy bought I'm guessing. I could not go back to sleep with that noise, and then with the delicious food smells from their lunch, so I got up. 

I went to a local coin show and turned some half-dollars I had into a couple hundred dollars, and since the show was in old-town Santa Clara, I got to see a lot of streets I'd never seen. I then went to Whole Foods and had some shrimp and fish and veggies, and then rode to Walmart for my Weekly Wal. 

On the way back I looked at the sky and the general feel of the weather and decided that although it's only supposed to be "a chance of a sprinkle" tomorrow, what if I busked tonight, potentially the best night, and then could just do work stuff tomorrow? 

Whole Foods had another "performer" there, a Black guy with no feet due to diabetes. His act is like, "Look, I drank enough soda to lose my feet, give me money". It's an act most Americans can relate to. But I knew he'd be gone once he got money for his soda or sweets or whatever he needed, so didn't sweat it and sure enough, he was gone by the time I'd finished eating my food. 

So with the addition of a stop at Nijiya for my Yakult and some Doutor pour-overs because I still think I can train myself to not only make the coffee and have it in the fridge overnight, but remember to put it in the bike bag the next day, I got back here and put things away and packed up the cornet and tip box. 

I rode over Hedding Hill for the 2nd time today, and was able to start playing at Whole Foods at 7. It went well. I got compliments and tips. An hour was all I could do, and I ended up making $58.22. Not bad for an hour, and if it weren't for this little busking session, I'd be down to $20-odd in pocket money, since the money from the silver half-dollars is to form the beginning of a cash-stash. 

Since it seemed like a pretty busy night I took a little ride around downtown to look for other street musicians and there were none.  

I'll need to stop in at my bank this week to see if the latest check from Ken has bounced or not. I've never had a check bounce before and I've never had the electricity turned off for nonpayment before. So if this is "the beginning of the end" I need to start selling things off and getting ready for a move back home. 

 

Why do I read r/homeless

 r/homeless on Reddit is one of my regular reads. There seem to be some common causes for people to become homeless. 

They have car trouble and in the US you are only human if you support one or more cars. No car = no life. 

You have pets you won't give up. 

You have drug or alcohol dependency. 

You have an utter shit personality and/or no skills. 

The people with skills and some kind of personality others can stand, are not posting on Reddit. 

A last category is people who are 17-18 years old and have been kicked out by their parents to sink or swim because that's standard in the US. It's just one of many, many reasons why the US and its shitty culture are self-destructing. 

So what are ways to avoid becoming a homeless non-person? Get by without a car or pets if you can. This is tricky because in some situations living in a car or van is the best you can do, and in many situations a dog is a life-saver because a good dog understands that it must be willing to give its life to save yours or else you'll both be dead. When we were poor as shit when I was a kid in Hawaii, having a collection of rescue dogs that were utterly loyal to us is the reason I don't have any horror stories from that time. 

Try to have an acceptable personality. This is not possible if your brain is burned out from drugs/alcohol or you've been hit in the head too many times. So try to avoid these things. 

Have some kind of a skill and do NOT fall for the college scam like I did. By skill I mean something that was a good skill 500 years ago. Barbering, house-cleaning, making or repairing or cleaning shoes, playing a musical instrument, doing decent artwork especially portraits, etc. 

Unless you're from a wealthy family who will pay your way you'll never become a doctor, but there are tons of other medical jobs that can be learned in a trade school so there's that. 

In my own case I like to think if I needed a room to rent, I might be able to put out a sign saying NEED ROOM TO RENT when I'm out playing music and find something that way. I still have the number for this one building that supposedly is cool with people living in the offices; I just haven't called them yet. Mainly because if I have to leave here in a hurry I feel I'm better off heading right back to Hawaii. An instant 30% decrease in the cost of living will be nice. 

I thought  I had 10 more things to ship, but it turns out they're 10 things bought by the annoying type of customer who buys each thing separately and pays the shipping separately, then of course expects a discount on the shipping when I just everything in one box. That could wait for later! 

I took the things I'd packed and sent them off, picked up a few odds and ends for shipping, then wrapped the cornet up in its towel and put it in the messenger bag, and took off for downtown. I bought a couple hard boiled eggs and a can of coffee at Nijiya. I've found that I'm surprisingly good at making a cup of genuine Doutor pour-over coffee the night before and putting it in an empty can I've saved and putting it into the fridge, but I am incapable of taking the cold can of coffee and putting it into my bike bag to take with me. So I'll have to resign myself to buying one each time. 

After eating the eggs and having some coffee, I took off for downtown. I stopped at the Amazon place for a few bubble mailers first, then went over to Whole Foods and set up. It was now 7:20 which is really early for me and a result of having had an early start. 

I got a $10 tip right away, then after a while a $1, then nothing for about 45 minutes, then tips started pouring in. By this time I was getting tired and it had been an hour, so I played a little bit more and called it a night. I'd made $61.50. 

I bought some vitamins to use up the $1's I had a lot of, and then rode around downtown a bit. I got a few more bubble mailers from the Amazon place and then, riding past Leroy's old location, there was Leroy and another guy, John, who plays guitar. 

Leroy had finally bought himself a new saxophone, a Selmer "Axos" which I've just looked up and it appears he's spent about as much as I just spent on my cornet. A lot. But, as I was saying to a guy I talked with at Whole Foods, I'm a grown-up and I can treat myself. 

I got back here and the guys next door are having a nice noisy party with lots of kids running around and a live band. The band is pretty cool; they've got a tuba, trumpet, clarinet, one hell of a drummer, etc. After putting the bike away I walked over to check the band out and listen to a number or two, but one of the ladies came up to me and kept saying "Soldat! Soldat!" and I don't know what that was all about (I'd been invited, earlier today when someone had knocked on my door and said they were having a 5th anniversary party and it would be loud, and I was welcome to come over for tacos etc.) so I just shook my head and went in here and buttoned the place up. 

 

Bouncy is not always good

 After doing a ton of stuff last night, I mean, I didn't even mention the purse suitcase I found in the dumpster and went through, finding a few useful things, or that I'd found 100s of "master technician" patches at a place, which I bagged up in 5's which I'll list for $5, making us $200 or so. And practice was a decent time, over an hour. 

I'd set my alarm for 2:00 and woke up at that time (1400) and cleaned up, ate, had coffee, did various things to get prepared, and took off at 4. I did the usual things like drop off trash, buy a couple of hard-boiled eggs and a can of coffee at Nijiya, drop off a couple of packages at the post office, and deposit my check in the bank, where I learned that last week's check had bounced. 

After a couple of calls Ken called me back, and I told him last week's check had bounced, and could he please make sure this week's doesn't bounce, and next week, he can just write me a check for two weeks' pay instead of one and that will make everything work out right. 

Also the guy at the bank said the ID they have on file for me is expired and I ought to do something about that. So it's about time I set up an appointment with the DMV and get my "Real ID". 

I really need to get set up so I can leave here with 2-3 weeks' notice. That gives me time to resolve final things, buy a plane ticket enough in advance that I won't pay a high price for it, and would not be horribly expensive in a hotel if things break down here badly enough that I have to make a complete exit. 

After talking with Ken, I locked the bike and got on a #22 bus for Mountain View. I had the Yamaha 14E mouthpiece with me, which Craig at West Valley Music said I could trade straight across for a 16E, and the idea was to take it there and turn it in, as the less time it's in my hands the least it can be considered a "used" mouthpiece. 

It was almost 6:30 when  I got there and Craig was out for the day. I looked at the books for a bit and then someone said Oh, Craig's still here just doing a lesson. I said I'll just wait, and look at the books. I found an interesting book published by Yamaha with a bunch of their sponsored players talking about their "pet" ideas and techniques, and decided to get it - it was almost $30. Craig showed up and I turned in the mouthpiece and the 16E will come in in a week or two. I said no hurry. 

I talked a bit with a tall thin young gal who had brought in a saxophone - that had last been worked on or seen or something, in 2002. While  I was doing my thing the estimate was being done, and when I was done, she was ready to leave, with it in its case. She said the estimate was about $700 and for that she could buy one. I asked what brand, and it was an "Antigua Winds", from 2002 or earlier. Bleh. I really talked up Yamaha saxophones, and how they can rent-to-own one to her, even a new one, and there are plenty of Yamahas on line for sale too. 

I hopped back on a bus and went to Han Kook Market where I got 9 rolls of packing tape because they had 9 rolls on the shelf. The tape from there last something like 3X what the stuff Ken buys from Uline does, which is pretty amazing. Yeah I'm spending my own money, and I need to sell some of the stuff here that has to be sold in person, to defray some of the costs. 

Then it was back on another bus back to Whole Foods, where  I got some chicken and a little rice (the closest thing to a vegetable I was able to find) and a bottle of Guinness I again only drank half of. And watched our right-wing fascist asshole hockey team lose 3-1 to Calgary. Once the game was over there were tons of hockey fans streaming out and I said things like "Whoohoo! great game!" which was pretty entertaining. 

The crowd was so bad I took the "back way" home along Hedding and back here. I honestly don't know how so many people can own and afford to operate cars, or go to things like hockey games, buy those idiotic jerseys with the name of some young, fit hockey player on them when they're old, fat, and sickly-looking, etc. 

I don't even know if *this* week's check won't bounce! In all the years working for Ken I've never had a pay check bounce, nor have I had the power out for nonpayment. As I'll keep saying, I'm trying to white-knuckle it and hold out until September of 2027 when I'm turning 65, then I'm out. But depending on how fast things are collapsing, I may have to compress that schedule a bit. 

 

I feel lazy

 I don't know why. I shipped things yesterday, came home and cooked dinner, ate, cleaned up the place, took stuff I'd thrown out that the scavengers didn't want and put the things in the dumpster that's only out on Wednesdays. 

Ken came by, I got my check, and as soon as he left, I packed a couple of things that had sold. I also took things apart and got 25 things ready for my next listing session. Then I got in a good practice session. 

I got up at 2 this afternoon.