It was around 9:20 p.m. last evening when I heard my younger brother arriving home and entering the house from wherever he had been drinking.
I was already here upstairs at my computer with mischief on my mind, but I had no desire to have to be sitting up late operating our T9 Android 8.1 TV Box to fetch up some episodes of the T.V. series we follow (my brother does not understand how to operate the device).
I first shut myself up in the bathroom to avoid my brother as he came up the stairs to use his ensuite toilet and change clothes, and then I quickly slipped into my bedroom and was abed by 9:30 p.m.
He would have to entertain himself in the living room downstairs for the remainder of his evening with whatever T.V. fare he would be able to find through the basic cable package that we subscribe to.
However, sleep did not arrive for me too easily. I never know just when my wife may arrive home after her long workday at her friend's Thai restaurant.
I managed a short spurt of sleep, and then checked the time around 12:10 a.m.
Initially I sought to return to sleep, but I only tried that for about two minutes before deciding to just get up and tackle the day's content assignment at the post I am developing at one of my six hosted websites.
First, though, I had to ensure that my brother was not still downstairs watching T.V.
He was not. His bedroom door was shut, but the light was still on in the room as he readied himself for the night.
And so I got to work, wondering just when my wife was going to show up. She loves her parties, and also seems to have a casino problem that is accruing more debt than I can much longer live with.
Such is my marriage.
Her youngest son was still up. And as I worked progressively farther into the content workload and approached the approximate midway point, I began wondering about the daily six-minute plank that I would soon be undergoing in order to clear it away for the day.
I usually perform my daily plank in the living room downstairs, but I would be unable to do it there if my stepson was still up.
And then there was the concern of my wife's homecoming ─ what were the odds that she might show up during those crucial six minutes? And especially if I was obliged to perform the plank in our bedroom due to my 'night owl' youngest stepson?
Well, when the time arrived that I set about doing the plank, I did indeed perform it in my bedroom. Nor was it interrupted by the inconvenient arrival home of my wife.
Eventually my stepson finally did get to his bed; and I finally got the content assignment completed for today. And perhaps around 4:45 a.m., I returned to bed.
There was no sign of my wife.
I got some more sleep, but was awake enough to be checking the time around 7:11 a.m. I was thirsty and overheated, so I used the bathroom...but I was unable to sleep thereafter.
And so I rose around 8:00 a.m.
What of my wife? I have no idea; but wherever she is, she probably has her usual 11:00 a.m. start time ahead of her at the restaurant (it is 8:59 a.m. for me as I type these words ─ I decided to get an extra early start on today's post).
My brother rose and had his shower, and emerged from his bedroom around 8:45 a.m. to go downstairs and turn the T.V. on. However, I do not normally join him until toward 10:00 a.m. ─ that's plenty early enough for me to be watching T.V.
I only do so at that hour as a mercy to my brother, since he doesn't know how to use our Android TV Box. He has no computer ability, so the T.V. is his sole means of passing time ─ we only receive a morning newspaper on Saturdays and Sundays.
Okay, I now want to reproduce an E-mail that I sent forth two days ago to something over 30 of the people in my Address book:
AquaBounty Genetically Engineered Salmon
The video just below is a PBS NewsHour report on AquaBounty's genetically engineered or modified Atlantic salmon that is currently being 'secretly' released in limited quantities into the marketplace here in Canada (and has been since 2017).
If you don't know, one of the main AquaBounty 'fish farm' facilities is located in Prince Edward Island.
Near the eight-minute mark of the video, Ron Stotish (AquaBounty’s chief technology officer) responds to why they are not openly labeling the fish as being genetically modified.
He falsely claims that it is genetically the same as wild salmon, and then further justifies the secrecy this way:
“As a small company, with your first offering, with a limited quantity, there's a huge risk associated with just putting a label, genetically modified, genetically engineered, on it. If it's identical to the traditional food, why put a label on it?”
In other words, their financial success (i.e., profit) is what truly matters ─ not any consumer interests.
“Why put a label on it?” Because a huge part of the consuming public bloody well want to know what they are eating ─ it's their own money they're spending, and their health that they perceive to be at risk!
That's what's important ─ not some sneaky company's financial success that relies upon a gamble with the health of the consuming public.
'Fish farms' on land are often described as CAFOs (concentrated animal feeding operations) of the sea. They pump water from rivers into their hatcheries, then pump it back out to the river once it’s no longer clean.
Researchers have found that the water is often contaminated with dissolved organic matter — a mixture of liquid excrement, food residue and other salmon excretions, along with disinfectants and antibiotics.
As for the fish being perfectly safe for us to eat, a U.S. consumer group called Food & Water Watch in this overview said the following:
“The limited summaries of data that the FDA has released about the food safety of GE salmon show troubling results. GE salmon exhibited 40 percent higher levels of a hormone called insulin-like growth factor 1, which has been shown to increase the risk of certain cancers.
“Also troublingly, GE salmon exhibited as much as 52 percent higher levels of ‘allergenic potency,’ which indicates possible allergic reactions from consumers.”
But who knows what other ills will come of eating genetically modified salmon? AquaBounty and its allies certainly are not interested in finding out and letting the world know. Any research they may be involved in will only have favourable results published, and anything negative will be buried.
The Canadian Biotechnology Action Network (CBAN) offer the following pointers on How to Avoid Eating GM Salmon.
Obviously this matters to me. I'm fed up with Man's meddling with each and every little thing that he figures out he can somehow change. He's ruining the planet and everything trying to live here.
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It is now 3:41 p.m., and I never did hear from my wife. However, I've had three calls on my cellphone from one of the banks she has us indebted to; and yesterday, they left three messages on the house phone.
They need to be phoning her ─ she's the one burning up all the credit she can lay her greedy hands on. I don't even use the account we have at this particular bank ─ I never have.
The day has been overcast, although the sky has brightened this afternoon. But I'm housebound in this debtors' prison that is my home, further walled in by my overcrowded and overdeveloped environment here in the Whalley area of Surrey that keeps me from caring to walk anywhere (I don't drive).
Employing the Android TV Box this latter morning, I watched some T.V. with my brother, leading off with a CBC News report of over a half hour's duration titled The Monsanto Papers : Roundup & The Canadian Connection.
It was produced along with a March 12 article titled Court documents reveal Monsanto's efforts to fight glyphosate's 'severe stigma'.
I was gratified that my brother seemed most absorbed with the telecast.
My Canadian government is both gullible and corrupt ─ and it shames me that an agency like Health Canada can be allowed to conduct itself as it does, so clearly currying to the needs and successes of a corporation like Monsanto / Bayer despite all the evidence and proof out there throughout the world of this conglomerate's deception and very real public danger.
It was into the second half of the noon hour when my brother sought bedrest to prepare for his usual afternoon away. I had some exercise with my 43½-pound dumbbell, and then I also retired to my bed in pursuit of a nap.
I rose just in time to hear him about to drive away. However, just as has been the case the previous two days, my youngest stepson has been an ongoing presence because he has apparently had the day off work and is only interested in doing absolutely nothing here at home.
I still have to create a post at my private blog, so I am going to bring this post to a close with another half dozen photos my wife took in June of last year when she flew to Italy to visit a sister of hers who has made that country her second home.
All I can tell you of the photos that follow is that they were taken in Rome. The digital camera my wife took did not have its date setting adjusted for that holiday, so the June 7 (2018) metadata of the images is only a very good approximation of when the photos were taken:
Okay, I have now done a little research concerning the last two photos.
Apparently the Bulgari Boutique is located according to this Google map; and the plaque for the Antico Caffè Greco is located according to this practically identical Google map.
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