WI-FI 'fugee

First in First World Problems

Day 6 of the Mystery Cocaine

As I revealed in yesterday’s post “Welcome to my Insomnia” my landlady/daughter decided that our household needed an “internet detox.” I 100% agree with her, but only for those people who DON”T use it for their work: which is everyone, besides me.

Since the scamdemic began, I do 98% of my work from my laptop—the other 2% is by text, phone call, or drum circle.

In 2020, I was confined to my home by travel restrictions and lockdowns. Here in Cali, Dr. Governor Gavin Newsolini™ told us, after a bit, and after we’d been choking on wildfire smoke for too long, that we could take road trips. These road trips had to be with our “cohort” group and we could not travel more than 200 miles from our homes. Because you know, 200 miles is the sacred Covid-free radius, and if you go 201, you will immediately become infected, and before you die, kill a few Meemaws. And people claim that the scamdemic diktats weren’t arbitrary, ridiculous, or a mad grab for dictatorial powers!

By the fall of 2021 (for 2022), I did start to get a few invitations to join protests, or meetings, but as soon as the inviter found out that I was not planning on EVER getting the Magic Needle Juice™ the invite was withdrawn, sometimes with an “oh, that’s too bad” added. Nope, it’s VERY BAD that most of the antiwar left fell for the obvious lies and massive marketing blitzkreig to enrich Moderna and Pfizzle™ So unfortunate that many in-person antiwar meetings, protests, or gatherings had the caveat: “Must show proof of full-Covid vaccination.” Ugh. Shameful.

Currently, I have no energy or desire to travel, especially if it’s by plane. I don’t want to get trapped on a flight where at least one passenger is going to go completely bonkers from the current societal insanity and do goddess knows what, or have the pilot drop dead from suddenitis™

Also, this:

Airlines and regulators are pushing to have just one pilot in the cockpit of passenger jets instead of two. It would lower costs and ease pressure from crew shortages, but placing such responsibility on a single person at the controls is unsettling for some. from Bloomberg

Yesterday (Ringo Starr’s birthday: Peace & Love) was my first day of being a WI-FI refugee. Even though I did wake up at 2:30AM due to a bout of insomnia, I am usually an early riser, anyway. This morning I awoke at 5:15, which is kind of normal for me. Not even the coffee shop is open then.

Being carless, I need walkable options, so, my refugee status began at a local coffee shop, where I nursed a $4:50 cup of coffee for an hour and a half before the town library opened up at 10. I walked a few blocks, did some window shopping before arriving at a very busy public library.

Remember when public libraries used to be places of quiet sanctuary—where hyper-vigilant librarians were ever ready with their “shush” fingers? I do, because I have spent a lot of time in that library, but after re-opening, it’s turned into kind of a rodeo.

There were two women there conducting very loud business using their laptops and phones. In the past, when things made a tiny bit more sense, I would always get scolded and asked to leave if I forgot to silence my phone and it rang.

The tables were crowded with different groups using the library as a meeting place, I guess. The tots were in their area, which doesn’t bother me, because I love children having fun with books.

Vacaville, where I live, is not immune to the growing homelessness and drug abuse problems. The un-housed use the library to charge their phones, use the computers, or sleep. When it gets over 100 degrees, as it often does in the summer, they use it as a cooling station. I am in favor of these things and every one being able to use the public library, but it’s like trying to do work in the middle of the monkey cage at the zoo—and just as stinky. I got a massive headache from the cologne, alone. I am an anarchist, but I don’t like chaos, and if one can’t find even a remote semblance of order at a public library, then, where can we?

So, I know I sound crotchety, and in times like these, I laugh at myself, because if wandering my town trying to find a semi-peaceful place with free WI-FI to do work is my biggest problem, then I am an extremely fortunate person. But, this is NOT my biggest problem.

What is my biggest problem? It’s hard to narrow down, but I think my problems are our problems: our world is controlled by a bunch of psychopathic killers who want to suck this planet dry of every extractable resource while blaming climate change on us for using plastic straws; manipulate and manage every aspect of our lives; make us physically ill and weak; make us as dumb as low-IQ rocks; block the Sun; hate each other for the crimes of the Garbage People; wage barbaric wars; and, finally, piss on our heads and have their captured “news” media tell us that it’s raining: all to pad their already immoral and unethical bank accounts and accrue all tyrannical power to themselves.

And here I am lugging my laptop around like a modern day Diogenes looking for a place where I can reach out and find an honest person, or at least ones I can connect with that have common sense (like my readers here).

I know my list isn’t exhaustive, and maybe you have a few more?

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