Gerontology

Walking down to Fudgepacker Park is not a good experience for old codgers. Young hotties carrying their surfboards can be seen everywhere. Apparently, all young hotties in Hawai’i are “surfer girls.” And, they all wear thong bikinis ... the skimpier, the better. A sight to behold, unless the observer is an old codger.

The sole purpose of human existence is to survive and reproduce. An old codger who is a lifelong confirmed bachelor has failed to live up to that purpose, usually due to inferior genes. Seeing young hotties running amuck in thong bikinis is an unpleasant reminder for an old codger that his time has come and gone. Hence, his usefulness has been exhausted. His gene pool will end with his death. Survival as his sole purpose is moot.

The crisis over “super-duper corona,” as created by the Fascists, has disrupted and destroyed the lives of many. For an codger, whose existence was prescribed by a mendicant singularity, the outcome was devastating. The entire edifice and rationalization of such a life-style collapsed and imploded. No defined existence, no matter how pathetically insignificant, was invulnerable.

Serious questions have come into play. Wasting more valuable time in the mausoleum in the “old folks home” in Waikiki is at the forefront of inquiry. Yet, where is there to go? What is there to do? The answers must be forthcoming very soon as time is rapidly running out.

So many fleeting thoughts have been entertained during the past two months. The homeless motorhome (read: cargo van camper conversion) came up again, but the homeless are reviled and persecuted in Hawai’i. Expatriation to a third-world nation is possible, but surviving in impoverishment under (and caused by) international Fascists is not tolerable. Are there any real options available anymore?

Addendum: The only benefit of the “lockdown” was the drastic reduction of the tourist presence. When the floodgates of tourism are opened, there’s going to be an influx of “face mask follies” along with the usual noxious by-products of tourism. There can be no return to such nonsense.

Ooof!

And, unlike the “surf chicks,” the majority of tourists are of the polar opposite demographic. Even an old codger would be visually appalled, to say the least.