Home is where the heart is, especially if one is contently situated in a derelict camper adorning a cul-de-sac, the rancid filth and incessant drug use enabled by a decision from a Seattle superior court judge ruling that vehicles can qualify as a residence. While the occupant harasses the family neighborhood and extinguishes any remaining tranquility with occasional violent outbursts drowning out metronomic heroin injections synched to Meatloaf ballads sanctimonious local politicians pat their backs and embrace the billion dollar prevalence of lawlessness.
As critical thinking skills dwindle, surprisingly, the level of imagination and ingenuity spike at a rate which obscures survival skills, yet is conducive to temporary solutions. Author Tim Dorsey, famous for his irreverent tone in sicking benevolent killer Serge Storms and loveable sidekick Coleman on the scourge of the underworld as a Darwinistic weed killer of the nefarious and iterant, profiles the socio-economic gravitation of cadres of senior citizens in Florida baking a creative confection of guile and common sense in solving their impossible housing woes by employing cruise ships to offset dire financial situations and the exorbitant costs of senior living. The inclusion of limitless food and more importantly beverages included within the fare offsets a possible medical emergency and risks in floating hundreds of miles offshore.
While ascending property values, health care expenditures, and taxes threaten the finances of many Americans, citizens have fully invested in alternative methods of trimming rent and Carnival and other cruise lines are just the tip of the Titanic sinking prodigious iceberg in discovering DIY solutions to duct tape a tedious livelihood and survive in tumultuous circumstances.
The latest trending methodology of securing lodgings involves securing passage on a month sailing duration and gaining advantage of the various amenities offered in the various package deals which gives travelers access to 24-7 medical attention, the aforementioned cuisine, as well as the peace of mind in drifting across the turquoise seas.
However, a paradigm shift has occurred, as entitlement has intertwined with listlessness and apathy equating to new and novel domiciles conjured from the fundamental forces of the universe. Brazenly, unfortunate struggling American citizens down on their luck have circumvented the modern channels of accommodation in extending the public domain of homelessness to port authorities, specifically airports. In the modern era of the information age, jet terminals from Atlanta to San Francisco are now inhabited by legions of those who do not adhere to the modern models of success, or are rather inept in basic survival skills are clogging hallways and corridors as a prevalent vein of inopportune circumstances. The choice between concourses or a mini van as a living space must be weighed cautiously, as taxes and civic responsibility are encouraged to be avoided.
This development is an exact facsimile to the car camping and RV communities that are infesting a growing number of large cities. Disturbingly, this questionably reprehensible behavior is embraced, especially on the predominately blue left coast, as accountability dissipates into the abyss of the gig economy, and inability to stand forth with fortitude against corruption. While law-abiding citizens are hamstrung by restrictive legislation, criminals are coddled.
As the inane response to the impending crises illustrates the current state of bureaucracy and partisan politics, humanity is literally being gored by an indifference to the next logical steps for progression and cohesion. The paradox between productivity and the ineffectual is prevalent and describes the dynamics of socio-economic diplomacy, so aptly misnamed.
With each passing moment, the complexity of the issue of how to evict a fair number of these miscreants from airports rises to an impossible threshold, and give (un)think tanks such as the Southern Poverty Law Center precious time to develop yet another scheme to hinder the free market.
While laziness and shaming evidence are normalized, the younger generation faces the steep challenge of pairing evolution with innovation when should be mentors refuse to work and compete with travelers and frequent fliers in clogging the already impossible hallways of airports and morphing the first world into the third. The final product results in a surreal mural encapsulating facets of a disastrous Branson, Missouri dinner theater production headlined by Yakov Smirnoff fused with a reunion special of guests from a Sally Jesse Raphael show of former Klan members. From any angle, it is a bad look for society.