We don't want your kind here

 Up around 3. Awake earlier, of course, and listened to the radio for a while. It's going to rain tomorrow. 

I noticed when I was out riding around yesterday that they're putting ramps on a lot of the corners here so some theoretical person using a wheelchair can travel around. I then reflected that other then a few oldsters on motorized scooters, I never see disabled people around here. The area's unfriendly enough to those who don't get around by car, and I've noticed it's positively hostile to anyone who's not physically 100%. 

Hell some areas don't have sidewalks so you walk on the bike lane or on the side of the road, and I remember when I lived in Sunnyvale there were regularly mothers with young children or babies in strollers walking along the side of Maude street with cars whizzing by, going to/from a homeless camp that was set up in a field back there. 

It actually looked like a pretty nice camp. My understanding is that around that area, the homeless group up in "tribes" and these tribes have various levels of rules like no drug use etc. so there can be some fairly nice camps. This was before the 08 crash, and things being so much worse now, I suppose there are a lot of ex-middle-class people out there setting up some fairly rule-abiding hobo camps. 

But apparently, if you're disabled, we don't want your kind around here. You have to either be a rich techbro or working-class that's useful to the rich or you can just go off and die. And don't do it here. retreat to some shitty flyover state where the weather or the drug-addled locals will off you. 

Jim Crow's coming back to the South too. What a time to be alive. And I'm not fooled, this last election has only bought us some time. I did my part and voted for JoBiden (it's always JoBiden never Joe, or Biden, just like Al Gore became "Algor") but so far he's no FDR. And FDR was no V.I. Lenin who was the kind of leader we really need. 

So the new Jim Crow is all about banning non-whites from voting. But what about the opposite, let everyone vote? Let felons vote and let illegal immigrants vote and green card holders vote and visiting Albanians vote. People have this bugaboo about jailbirds voting but if a country has enough jailbirds to sway the vote, the problem is overgrown gulags not open voting. Being banned from voting should be a very restricted thing, not based on race or creed or class but only on very select histories, like being a traitor or insurrectionist. 

Tomorrow being a rain day, I had to go out today. I went up to H Mart and since I was starvin', I went to the California Fish Grill and got a shrimp appetizer, which is a little cup of breaded shrimp on top of some shredded cabbage. I ate the shrimp there, then walked back over to the bike and got a plastic cutlery set with napkin I had in the bike bag, and set up on the bench a lot of H Mart workers take a break on, and put tartar sauce and "cocktail" sauce on the shredded cabbage and thus has a nice big of cole slaw. 

Ken's wife Suzy can't take cabbage. She's got diverticulitis and it messes her up. I told her how, for some reason, cabbage in any of its forms is absolutely soothing to my system. Cooked, pickled, raw, doesn't matter. And it might be due to my being of European and Central Asian descent, where cabbage was a thing for 1000s of years, while she, being Mexican, doesn't have a genetic heritage of eating cabbage. In any case, all the more for me! I never even had cabbage until I was 10 or so, and my first thought was, "Where has this stuff been all my life?"

I went into H Mart and literally just got a cooked lobster of a bit more than a pound and sake. It was fairly busy because I think people know it's going to rain tomorrow. On my way back I cooked up a plan: I'll take a quick look at the place with all the boxes to make sure all's well, then come back with the bike trailer and take the Uline boxes that are exposed enough that the rain's going to mess them up anyway. So I came by and Lo and Behold they'd gotten all their stuff under tarps, and good for them I say. I picked out a couple of smallish boxes from hair-care products and that was that. 

Once back, I processed the lobster. It was a bit over a lb and I got 9 oz. of meat and "butter". My goodness did that thing have a lot of "butter" in it, all over its body. It was a messy production and I think I'm going to appreciate nice clean prepared lobster tails more. Or their diminutive cousins, shrimp! In fact I'd almost consider getting a fryer just to make "salt and pepper shrimp" which you eat shells and all. I could run an extension cord out front and cook that outdoors. 

So I got the lobster meat out and into the fridge, and my hands smell like Ke'ehi Lagoon which I love. It reminds me of Miss Takata's Marine Science class in high school where we had all kinds of different seaweeds that for some reason we had to take out of the little dishes and handle, with the result that for the rest of the day I'm pretty sure the other students thought we'd been playing hooky out on Kokohead Point and only just shown up for class. It's fragrant stuff after all, especially after it's been sitting a while. 

Going on more about local/native foods, I think if I'm going to be a fisher and a forager, I might need to, like "Outdoor Chef Life" on YouTube, get into cooking up my tucker "afield" too. Because it comes down to strong smells. I know I got a talking-to from Ken for cooking green onions with my eggs in the morning and it didn't help that they were from Dai Thanh where the veggies are so fresh they might slap you if you look at 'em wrong. 

I'm really hoping I can find a place to rent to hole up with some Asian people, anywhere from Kaimuki to Chinatown.  I still think I'll clean my fish down at the beach because it just makes a ton more sense.