Cousin Doug Lives!

I believe that I sought my latter evening nap considerably ahead of 10 p.m. yesterday, yet I was so keyed up for some inexplicable reason that I began to think that I would still be awake at the arrival of midnight. 

I have no idea how long it was before sleep befell.

Then a point arrived when I realized that my wife was readying for bed; and once she joined me, I checked the time and found it to be 1:14 a.m. ─ my younger brother would have retired for the night long before this, so I rose.

Last night was the second night in which I have sat up, but not yet gotten to work on a new post at one of my two hosted websites. Too much else consumed my attention.

I did at least finally verify that the tax returns for my wife and I that the free GenuTax tax preparation software seem accurate. I was able to determine where my own previous accounting flaws were when I strove for hours working on draft copies by hand, and was not able to arrive at a consistent result.

However, as yet I have not pulled that ol' plug and tried to NETFILE the two returns. And I need to get this done with considerable alacrity ─ I need my refund badly for the three big annual billings upcoming for the utilities, home insurance, and property taxes.

What is staying my hand is that because my wife benefited so much last year from federal aid as a result of the COVID-19 mandated lockdowns of businesses (she works in a Thai restaurant), none of that money had any income tax withheld at source.

And now she has to pay the wretched piper. Her tax debt is well over $1,600, and basically matches my refund, oddly enough. 

But I cannot keep prevaricating ─ we need my refund before the end of this coming month of April.

Her debt is going to have to go unpaid, and probably for a long while. The best we can ultimately do will be piecemeal instalments. But I am so loath to make her debt a reality by actually filing our two tax returns, that I have been putting it off.

So maybe I will finally do it tonight, if I find that I can indeed NETFILE ─ I still do not understand how that process is going to work.

Another activity I involved myself with last night was to E-mail my paternal cousin Doug S. who recently underwent a COVID-19 'vaccination'. He E-mailed me the following day that he was suffering such bad reactions that he was going to remain home that day and do his best to recover.

And I heard nothing more from him after about a week. He's the only paternal relative that I know of, so I hate to lose the guy!

So last night at 2:55 a.m. I sent this off to him:

My dear cousin Doug, I hope you're still with us?

I don't know if you're interested enough in doing this, but the Robert F. Kennedy Jr. affiliated organization Children's Health Defense (CHD) hopes people ─ yes, adults and not just children ─ will report any significant vaccine side effects in three ways.

However, the first is for U.S.-based vaccine reporters, so the second two would be where you would make your report if you felt that it was significant enough:

1. If you live in the U.S., file a report on VAERS 
2. Report the injury on VaxxTracker.com, which is a nongovernmental adverse event tracker (you can file anonymously if you like) 
3. Report the injury on the CHD website
   

Just a suggestion!

🏥💉🤒😷

He replied back at 7:22 a.m. this morning as follows:

Over the last couple of weeks since I received my vaccination, many people I know have now received theirs - mostly the Pfizer shot. I guess that means I know a lot of old people.

I've been doing a lot of reading and the consensus in the scientific community seems to be that people who have a significant response are having it because their immune system recognizes the invader. Thus the vast majority of reactions come from the 2nd shot. In my case, I'm convinced that I had a mild case of Covid when I went to Florida Feb. 24 to March 9 of last year. I had an illness unlike anything I've ever had before and it lasted close to 6 weeks. So I believe I already had the antibodies and the shot acted like a booster, significantly raising my immunity.

Nevertheless, being vaccinated is like the first breath of fresh air in over a year. A general feeling of freedom. I increased my fish oil consumption to 2 teaspoons per day just as an extra degree of blood thinner for that 20 day window where AstraZeneca could have caused blood clots in Europe. So I feel great. You should reconsider and go for it.

Doug

I had not realized that our last exchange had been that long ago ─ I thought that it was only about a week earlier. However, I could not let his views go unchallenged, so at 9:57 I sent him this:

No thanks, Doug!

The 'vaccines' won't prevent COVID-19. They just reduce the symptoms if or when a person becomes infected ─ that's how it's supposed to save lives. But the mRNA 'vaccines' are acknowledged not to be able to prevent infection nor disease transmission.

The public doesn't realize that the claim that the mRNA 'vaccines' are going to help with the creation of a broader 'herd immunity' is actually a propaganda lie.

The only one benefiting from an mRNA “vaccine” is the vaccinated individual, since all they are designed to do is lessen clinical symptoms associated with the S-1 spike protein. Since you’re the only one who will reap a benefit, it makes no sense for anyone else to accept the risks of the therapy “for the greater good” of one's community. An individual might survive an infection if it was going to be severe enough to potentially kill him or her, but that's it.

So these mRNA injections do not impart immunity. Moderna and Pfizer both admit that their clinical trials aren't even looking at immunity. As such they do not fulfill the medical and/or legal definition of a vaccine. Likewise, they do not inhibit transmissibility of SARS-CoV-2 infection. As such they do not fulfill the medical and/or legal definition of a vaccine.

And the disease itself already has more than an overall 98% survivability even if a person does manage to become infected ─ heck, I'm not even vaguely concerned of infection.

Some concerned medical authorities who are not actually profiting in some fashion from the 'vaccine' warn that a real danger from the 'vaccines' is a paradoxical immune response as in antibody-dependent enhancement. This is a situation where someone who has been vaccinated later contracts the virus, and the body then reacts in hugely exaggerated fashion in its response and the immune system can turn upon itself.

A far worse infection essentially takes place that is more likely to kill the patient than otherwise would have been the case.

So no ─ I'm good, Doug!

But he'll of course believe what he wants ─ as will I. Nevertheless, he's clearly not researching the 'vaccines' as thoroughly as have I.

Well, gosh ─ my wife has arrived home shortly ahead of 6:30 p.m. after leaving late in the noon hour to visit a friend. I have to bring this post to a close.

But I want to mention a couple of videos by Odessa Orlewicz that my younger brother and I watched late this morning. The two videos are essentially part one and part two, and together are not much over an hour in duration: 

1. March 30 Liberty Talk. The Swamp-Is This The Peak Of Corruption Or Is There More To Come? 
2. Continued...Part 2 March 30 Drain The Swamp ( topics too sensitive for YouTube censorship machine)
   

Unfortunately both of these links are to Odessa's Facebook account, so the pair of them are in threat of being banned and deleted.

Today is my brother's usual weekly day to bus off to rendezvous at some pub with one or more of his drinking buddies, and consequently he won't likely be home until after 9 p.m. This will allow me to watch some T.V. while enjoying a can or two of strong (8% alcohol) beer.

I got in some time this afternoon sitting in the sunshine in the backyard ─ well over 40 minutes beginning at 1:09 p.m. I was barefooted, but I needed my sweater that I had on. It's still a little chilly to just be sitting in a light top and jeans.

And I think that's it for the essentials for today.

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💀☠💀☠💀☠ A Common Law Specialist

This will definitely be a short post. It might have been otherwise had I been resolute following my wife's departure around 2 p.m. to catch her bus and begin her commute to the Thai restaurant where she works part-time. 

Instead, I was too eager to seek dissolution. 

Among other things this afternoon instead of blowing off more than two hours, I should have buckled down and finally used NETFILE to submit the tax returns for my wife and I to Canada Revenue Agency (CRA).

However, I did at least verify that the information would be accurate enough for our purposes as formatted by the free CRA-approved tax preparation software GenuTax that I downloaded into my computer a couple or so days ago.

It may not be possible to save a copy of each return outside of the software, but that isn't really important. I don't even need to print out the returns. I would only need to print the first eight pages, for half of everything else was not even applicable ─ the software made entries into them regardless. 

And there were many, many extra pages!

As for those eight pages that comprised the actual tax returns and the truly pertinent schedules, I already have the original blank copies that CRA sent to us. I can just make the proper entries into those if I decide that the printing of GenuTax's copies are not worth the bother.

But just what is NETFILE? Do I need some special permission or access code or something along those lines? I have no online account with CRA that I can tap into.

So that has yet to be discovered. I am intending to probably see about that tonight when I am sitting up for my usual four or five overnight hours after my younger brother goes to bed a few hours after he is home from wherever he went to drink this afternoon.

Toward that end, as usual I will be seeking to get in some napping over the latter evening.

Maybe I can have the two tax returns actually filed overnight and be done with the nuisance. 

Alas, my wife owes something like $1,638.35, whereas I have a refund of $1,632.22. Can you imagine?

And I gave her every break ─ I let her claim the Digital News Subscription Tax Credit, all of our medical expenses ($2,220.12), and all of our charitable donations ($1,532.00). She just had hardly any income taxes taken from her income last year, so she's having to pay for that short-term benefit now.

Imagine if I could have claimed all of those deductions! I would probably have gotten double the refund back.

Most unfortunately, we have no way of paying her debt; and my refund is needed for the annual utilities, home insurance, and property taxes that are all upcoming between early April and early July.

I have to get this post published, for it is already  8:30 p.m. and I have yet to get some supper before my brother shows up.

Nevertheless, I do want to mention that he and I watched an excellent interview late this morning by Odessa Orlewicz of someone who was clearly extremely knowledgeable about Common Law. He opined what I have been realizing for quite some time now ─ that the judicial system here in Canada is corrupt. We cannot rely on judges to invariably do the right thing.

He even went further ─ even one's own lawyers might be deliberately sabotaging cases so that the plaintiff loses, but only the keenest legal minds would be able to recognize this practice.

The fix is in, folks. This COVID-19 lockdown B.S. and everything associated with it is being forced onto us no matter how hard we may try to counter it through legal means. We're just throwing away our legal fees ─ how can a case be won if the judge is corrupted?

Anyway, here is the video ─ at present it is only available at Odessa's Facebook account, so it will likely get banned from there at some point: March 28- Become Smarter- The Coronation Oath Of The Monarch.

Okay, I have to go!

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"Iceland Travel Information"

Although I did not make it to bed until a little after 10 p.m. yesterday for my latter evening nap to both wait out my younger brother and to shore me up for my overnight hours here at my computer, I felt inexplicably keyed up, so sleep was not easily arrived at.

Yet it did come, and thereafter anytime I surfaced from it, I would easily enough slip back into the state.

There came a point when I had just shifted position to again get back to sleep, when it occurred to me to check the time in case it was into the midnight hour and my brother had at last gone to bed for the night.

Imagine my surprise to discover that it was 1:44 a.m. ─ I was not going to be able to do everything overnight that I wanted to, for there would not be sufficient time. During the workweek, I have to ensure that I am back to bed before my eldest stepson has risen to ready for his workday because he will not otherwise lock the front door if he sees that my light is on here upstairs where I sit at my computer.

Since I have no desire to remain up until after he has finally gone to work, it is best to retire just before he rises from his bed downstairs and ventures to the kitchen from where he would anon notice my light being on if indeed it still was.

At least I was able to finally publish the post I have been working on for well over a month at my hosted website Thai-Iceland.com: Iceland Travel Information. 

The post contains over 31,000 words, yet I could have easily continued adding to it. But to what end? I have two websites, and it is time now that I gave some attention to the other.

I was to sleep well enough, and never checked the time again until well past 9 a.m. My younger brother was by then downstairs watching T.V., but after I rose and dressed, I remained here at my computer until near 10 a.m. before I went downstairs to boil water for a black instant coffee, and I then joined him.

We were to watch various shows via our Android TV Box that I operate, and then around 12:45 p.m. he sought some rest in his bedroom before heading away for the afternoon ere it was yet 2 p.m.

If he undertook a walk somewhere, he had a good day for it. There has been more sunshine than cloud; but even so, there are such quantities of those massive white things floating about that I decided against attempting to sit in the backyard to benefit from the Sun. If one of those floating monsters was to drift over and obstruct the Sun, I could be sitting out there for 20 minutes beneath naught but shade ─ a waste of my time.

At least I had a little exercise before my day's first fairly large meal, and then I had a good nap before getting started on this post.

I want to continue on a topic featured largely in yesterday's post ─ the tax returns for my wife and I that I have easily spent over six hours working on by hand. As reported yesterday, I had become so despairing of correctly completing them that I decided to look into some free Canada Revenue Agency-endorsed tax preparation software. 

I settled on one programme that I could download into my computer ─ GenuTax. I did that early last evening, and then began the long process of entering the required data relating to the tax information for my wife and I.

It was more work than I anticipated, but at least I did not have to worry about making calculations over and over to ensure that I was performing the math correctly. 

Nevertheless, there were 'growing pains'. For one thing, initially I did not realize that the programme would be 'jumping' from one return to the other when it was having me enter the data to the various questions it would present. At one point I had filled out an income slip ─ entering all of the data from the physical one onto the virtual one GenuTax was presenting ─ and I moved on to the next couple of questions, when I realized that GenuTax was directing the questions at my wife and not at me as I had thought it was.

And so I had to figure out how to reverse direction and delete the income slip that I had inadvertently created for my wife when it should have been mine.

That was quite educational. From thence onward, I paid better attention to just whom it was that a series of questions were being directed toward. 

When finally I seemed to be finished with the simultaneous work on the two tax returns, I declined to have them immediately forwarded somehow via NETFILE. I did not want to take that step last evening without being able to look over the two virtual tax returns and their various schedules.

But how to do that? There is an option to print them out, but I could not find one allowing me to access them ─ nor to even download them so that I could view them in that fashion. Evidently because they are hidden away with in GenuTax software programme, I expect that GenuTax deems the two returns to have already been 'downloaded' ─ even though I can only view the briefest of summaries that offers less data than does what one would find in a Notice of Assessment.

But I did not have time to get deeply into that conundrum last night. This afternoon, though, I resolved the issue. I selected the print preview option for my wife's return, and was rewarded with the relatively slow process of seeing that more than two dozen pages were being materialized for me to check out ─ these would represent my wife's tax return and all of the various pertinent schedules.

I cannot recall now if that print preview of her tax documentation ─ which basically resembled what one would find had the pages been offered as an Adobe Acrobat document ─ allowed for it to be saved separately; but at least I have a sense now of how I can view the two tax returns.

My wife will likely be home overnight, and won't likely have to work tomorrow and will thus be home (she has not been home since she left for work late last Friday morning ─ such is our sorry marriage). Consequently, I will fill her in tomorrow on this tax preparation software and what results it has achieved; and then I will better review the two tax returns, and finally look into what is involved in NETFILE to get them submitted online to Canada Revenue Agency. 

I am going to stop work on today's post now, for due to lack of time overnight, I never made a post in my private blog ─ I must now get that responsibility out of my way, for my early evening is already upon me.

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A Broke Stay-at-Home Weekend

Either I brought on a formidable hangover from the two cans of strong (8% alcohol) beer that I drank last evening while thoroughly enjoying an episode of The Last Kingdom, or some other inimical condition befell me.

I had retired early enough ─ possibly just after 10 p.m. at latest ─ and managed some sleep before rising in the early half of the midnight hour to sit up here at my computer until around 5 a.m. working on a few things.

I never felt especially different then.

But after returning to bed for more sleep, when I later checked the time just after 8:30 a.m. and rose, I was in quite a bad way. Primarily I felt the mental effects of a hangover, and specifically the apparent unfulfilling need for more sleep. 

I felt oddly hungrier than usual, which I don't associate with a hangover.

I put up with it for less than an hour, and then returned to bed as my younger brother was stirring about in his bedroom and clearly readying for his morning.

I arose anew perhaps around 10:50 a.m. I had managed a little sleep, but I still felt considerably below par. Since I had not yet indulged in a coffee, I went downstairs to boil up water for a cup of black instant brew.

My brother was watching T.V., and at 11 a.m. he tuned in an April 2019 episode of Nova titled Saving the Dead Sea.

He had earlier finished reading the Sunday morning edition of The Province that I subscribe to, so I leafed through it at the dining table as I nursed on the coffee. Then, once done, I thought that the Nova episode seemed quite interesting, so I joined him in the living room and watched it with him through to its conclusion.

As I hoped thereafter, he invited me to tune in something via our Android TV Box. I already had a USB flash drive inserted into the device that I previously had loaded with various worthy videos, and thus it was that we watched a late January interview that Dr. Mercola uploaded to BitChute: SARS-CoV-2 Vaccines- Interview with Judy Mikovits. 

The video was pegged as being an hour and six minutes (and 59 seconds) long, and it was filled with terminology that had to have been far above my brother's head; but the topic was one of deep interest to him, so he never demurred. 

This took us to just about 1:10 p.m., so he headed on upstairs to his bedroom to rest up ere leaving for the afternoon to resume his daily drinking somewhere. I must say that he looked very ill-rested when he took his leave for that time upstairs ─ he looked distinctly self-abused.

I felt myself recovered enough that I decided to tackle the exercising that I had scheduled for today ─ a 'full' session out in the backyard toolshed. I was last scheduled with the same session four days ago, but I just could not bring myself to tackle it that day; and so there was no conscionable backing out yet again.

I am relieved to say that I managed to do better than I feared might be the case.

When I returned into the house, my brother was gone, but both of my stepsons were still home.

The weather today has been rather unpleasant. It is quite chilly, and there is a wicked breeze. At times there are wide breaks of blue sky and bright sunshine amongst the general cloud cover, but on other occasions a huge rain cloud will dominate and the rain will come down remarkably long and hard. 

My monthly pension has not as yet come, so I have been unable to do any early morning shopping this weekend. I don't think that I have $18 in my ATM chequing account. But the way I felt early this morning, I cannot imagine that I would have been able to resurrect what I would have needed to have been able to get away and do any shopping. I do not drive, so I would have had to walk. 

However, by not shopping until next weekend, it signifies that I will not have left home and walked anywhere in two full weeks ─ NOT good for a 71-year-old.

In my last two or three posts, I have been lamenting the tax return situation I have discovered my wife to be in ─ she may owe over $1,800. As I explained yesterday, my bad eyes have suffered so profoundly from the strain of doing this accounting on Canada Revenue Agency (CRA) documents that I no longer understand, I can not confidently say that I know any longer how to correctly fill out a tax return.

I have worked hers out twice now, and each time takes me at least 2½ hours of suffering. My own tax return was similar ─ I worked on mine in between the two afternoons that I spent on hers. And on both of those days that I worked on hers, the end results have been nothing similar ─ an owed balance that has been in variance by at least $150.

I just cannot face putting in that sort of stressful time working on our tax returns again, so I am going to give some free CRA-approved tax preparation software a try.

And so toward that end, I am going to call an end to today's post so that I can investigate just what this software involves, and which progamme or programmes I should look into and give a try.

Perhaps I will have discovered a tax software programme that is praiseworthy ─ one that is straightforward and perhaps even enlightening. If so, I will most certainly be writing of it in my next post.

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To What End?

I was quite looking forward fairly early last evening to enjoying a beer and a good T.V. show, but just before I had anything tuned in, I noticed my younger brother arriving home from wherever he had been drinking since maybe 1 p.m. earlier that afternoon.

It was no more than 8:10 p.m.

Deeply annoyed, I shut down the Android TV Box and the T.V., and turned on the stereo before coming upstairs here to my computer to kill some time ─ it was too early to be trying to nap away the latter evening.

I managed to kill off some time until shortly before 9 p.m., and then I sought that bed rest to nap as much as I could and wait for my brother to retire for the night. He was already passed out in his chair downstairs in front of the T.V.

I was comfortable enough in bed, and managed a few stretches of naps. In fact, it was actually something like 1:08 a.m. when I checked the time and got up to commence my several overnight hours of some computer work and whatever else I felt up to dealing with. 

At one point ─ it was around 2:10 a.m. ─ I heard my wife arriving home. She had worked Friday at her friend's Thai restaurant, and no doubt got involved in some partying thereafter. Since she is under a driving suspension, she either got a ride home with a friend or else hired a ride.

She never bothered to address me once she was home, so I reciprocated and remained at work here until eventually she retired for the night. I was not to make my return to bed until after 5 a.m. 

And there I remained until surprisingly close to 9:30 a.m.

My brother was downstairs undoubtedly drinking coffee and reading the Saturday morning edition of the Vancouver Sun that I subscribe to. I remained upstairs, figuring to venture down at some point after 10 a.m. and then put our Android TV Box into operation.

Unfortunately, he began watching T.V. before I had done so. Normally ─ as is the case Mondays through Fridays ─ he doesn't watch anything of much interest, bouncing between very old reruns and the two main Canadian news channels, so he welcomes my advent because he doesn't understand how to operate the Android TV Box.

But this morning he tuned in an episode of Superstore via Netflix Canada. Perhaps in doing so he did not realize that I would not be joining him ─ I had no interest in watching the show, and if he truly was interested in watching current programming, then I was going to leave him to entertain himself.

And so it was. I never did join him. In fact, we never even spoke a word to one another, and he finally returned to his bedroom around 12:30 p.m. to rest up before heading away for the afternoon to resume his daily drinking somewhere. 

I spent the morning primarily here at my computer.

Interestingly, my wife rose and occupied the bathroom just before my brother sought his bedroom; it is now 12:35 p.m. and she is still within the bathroom, no doubt readying herself for the day. 

I shall now take a break and allow the day to advance, for I have no idea what my wife has in mind. I am unaccustomed to having her home on Saturdays. When she was able to legally drive, she would generally spend her weekends elsewhere (such is our sorry marriage).

oooooooooooooo

Well, it's approaching 9 p.m., and I've just had to vacate the T.V. because my drunk brother showed up to probably pass out at some point in front of the living room like he often does after making it home from the bar.

Yeah, I've got a couple of cans of strong (8% alcohol) beer under my belt myself, so that's inspiring some of my present mood, as has been an episode of The Last Kingdom that I watched earlier.

My wife left afoot well enough ahead of 3 p.m. this afternoon to catch a bus ─ probably to make her way in to Vancouver where she generally stays on weekends. She offered no explanations, and I sought none. I do not expect that she will be returning tonight.

My brother had already left prior to her departure.

Once my wife left, I needed a nap, so I had that. And then I thought that I would probably fritter away the remainder of the afternoon; but it suddenly occurred to me that I ought to redo my wife's income tax return and see how much I might be able to reduce the more than $1,500 that I discovered on Thursday that she apparently owes.

So I spent another 2½ hours burning out my bad eyes recalculating everything, and found that I made an egregious error NOT in our favour. We actually owe around $180 more than I calculated on Thursday.

It's as if God loves kicking me in the teeth!

Almost crushed, I have given up trying to work out by hand these damned tax returns that just get changed and more complicated every freaking, bloody year. I'm going to give one or two of those free Canada Revenue Agency-approved tax preparation software programmes a try and then NETFILE. 

I've now spent anywhere from five to six hours on my wife's tax return alone ─ this is ludicrously insane. I burn out my eyes for absolutely nothing.

At this damned rate, I'll be mostly blind before I'm 80 (which will be in October 2029).

I can't even kill myself ─ I have too much financial responsibility to my family. I have actually begged God to work a miracle to allow me to rid us all of our debt and obligations, and in return I will not only rid the world of myself, I will even choose Eternal obliteration at Judgment.

I've never wanted a life of indolent and hedonistic luxury. I'm not into power ─ I've never wanted anything like that. I just wanted to be given access to the best nutrients and the most physique-enhancing tools to allow me to seek to perfect myself.  

When I was young, my old friend Philip David Prince and I longed to live in a pristine world where we could exult in life on a Tarzan-like scale far removed from people, and to so live out our lives in as robust a fashion as might have ever been realized by two fleshly human beings. 

But I am old now. I am not interested in living each day just physically surviving ─ even if it is on a scale more aptly described as thriving. I need more in my life than just having my physical needs like hunger, thirst, and so forth transcendentally met. 

I need inner situmulus, and an ongoing sense of fulfillment and accomplishment.

But that is no longer possible. Not under my strength or ability, at any rate. I need God's miraculous hand.

Yet, he refuses. And I decay more and more inside ─ not just my body dies away in piecemeal fashion, but every facet of what comprises the inner man that I am degrades and suffers corruption.

I just want to non-exist. But I want to first know that I have seen my family lifted from the bondage of debt. What they may do thereafter is no longer my responsibility ─ I would just hope that they would have the sense and wisdom to never again be tempted to begin wading into the mire of credit debt.

Just provide me the miracle of deliverance from this vile state, and I will relinquish all that I am to extinguishment. I have so little will to live anymore ─ I will embrace oblivion for all time if only I can do so knowing that my family are provided for.

I have said enow for today. I must seek some latter evening slumber that I may be fortified to later rise and spend the usual several hours overnight working here at my computer on a few tasks.

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Preacher

I didn't blog here on either of the two previous days because I devoted what afternoon time I would have had for blogging, to instead work upon draft copies of the tax returns for my wife and I.

I ought to be continuing with that process today, shoring up and reworking those draft copies to ensure my handiwork, but due to my very poor vision, I know that I will probably be spending several more days on those returns. As a result, I felt that I had to make the effort to cram in a post today.

Besides, my wife had to go to work this morning, leaving around 10 a.m. to catch a bus ─ without her home in the afternoon today, I feel less disciplined about that accounting work.  

My preliminary work where her tax return is concerned has been worse than I was expecting. If I am anything near being correct in my calculations, she owes the damned government around $1,500.

To compare, last year she had a refund of nearly $1,000.

What has happened is that even though her income over 2020 totalled well over $30,000 and included part-time earnings along with Employment Insurance and Canada Emergency Response Benefits, the only income tax taken from any of this income was from her part-time earnings. In total, well under $600 was taken for income tax.

The year before that, she had a similar income; however, something like $3,800 had already been deducted from that income as income tax withheld at source, and thus she had a large pool of unnecessary income tax remaining to be returned to her after 'tax time'.

So now she is being hit with income taxation on the E.I. and CERB because the federal government does not have the consideration to take income tax at source from these damned benefits they are 'blessing' qualifying Canadians with. Such recipients get kicked in the teeth in the subsequent year for receiving the benefits.

My only income is in the form of monthly retirement pension income. When I retired in early April 2011, I ensured that this income would be well income-taxed at source so that I would always have a refund coming to me at tax time. I will actually be getting back well under $100 more than my wife owes, but my refund is going to be needed for the coming annual utilities bill, home insurance, and property taxes ─ none of which my wife is going to be able to help out with because of that damned debt the Feds ensured she would be owing.

I had initially thought to just use my refund to clear the slate on her tax debt, but she has insisted that we need the money for those other purposes. And of course she is right. After all, try as I do, God seems to have no intention of making me a lottery or sweepstakes winner ─ despite trying to hit a jackpot for over 60 years now.    

There is no other avenue by which he can work a financial miracle. It's not like I have a fabulous wealthy relative somewhere who will bequeath a windfall to me, nor do I have investments nor anything else like that which might exponentially expand into enormous profits.

Unless we find a bag of gold while gardening, there is just no other way except by lottery or sweepstakes by which wealth might fall upon us in any miraculous sense. 

So it's up to us to try and keep afloat ─ I don't see how we can possibly expect miracles from God, for there is no possible way for him to create one out of absolutely nothing. He's not THAT good or powerful. 

Anyway, that's what's happening in this arena. So I will probably miss out on posting on a few more days in the coming week because my eyes just cannot take the strain of both blogging and accounting. I can only withstand the visual strain that one of these activities causes me in an afternoon.

Obviously, I will have more to say in coming posts, however, as I gradually confirm my preliminary accounting work.

Yesterday afternoon was so very sunny that ─ had I not had those tax returns to work on ─ I might have sat outside and benefitted from the sunshine.

My wife, however, was outside in the latter afternoon to do some exercising. I took these three candid shots of her just ahead of 5 p.m.:

Good for her!

I may not manage to get as much done by way of blogging and even exercising when my wife is home; but when she is in a good mood as she has been these past few days, her presence for me is honestly balming (i.e., soothing). 

Perhaps the final thing I will mention in today's post is that around midday yesterday my brother and I finally watched the very last episode of the series Preacher.  

Of course it was a garbage non-conclusion as are so many series finales. And we're to accept that God created someone like The Saint of Killers who had the power to put a supernatural bullet into the centre of God's forehead, thereby killing Him, and assuming the Throne of Thrones. 

And how wonderful that apparently Herr Starr gets to live out his life enjoying himself as wantonly as he may see fit, killing anyone who stands in his way.

Yeah, such a satisfying ending ─ well worth spending a couple of years or more following faithfully.

One thing about the petty, selfish God that I did sort of see that somewhat fits in with my own impression of Him was the presentation of God as just using us for His entertainment and little else ─ that's a big reason for our creation.

I've long felt like I'm just one of a bunch of bugs in a jar that some all-powerful 'boy' has collected together and is keeping for impassionate observation as they gradually kill each other off or otherwise die, and new ones are introduced ─ things like ants and spiders.

The 'rules' only apply to us. God can sit there and do nothing while the helpless among us get butchered by the most sadistic of fiends; but if one of us does nothing to help one of our fellows whom we see in such a situation, we are as guilty as if we participated in the murder.

It's okay for God to just sit and watch, though. He's God, after all ─ His rules only apply to us. He is blameless ─ he says so.

And that fiend who slaughters the innocent in the most hideous and grotesque fashion? Well, he can face God at Judgment, and in profound fear and trembling, undergo a heartfelt repentance and all is well ─ he will be forgiven and be extended eternal life. 

Whereas some soul who wishes no harm to anyone, but has lost the will to live because even God has left him bereft, may well take his own life out of that knowing despair ─ he realizes that his life had no significance nor purpose that was in any way special as he might have once hoped of and dreamed that it did in the eyes of God.

The man or woman dies in utter hopelessness and unfulfillment, not wanting ever to have anything to do with this pitiless God. And then at his or her Judgment, he or she is either terrified beyond belief into abject submission to this God, or else the sole other option is Eternal destruction.

Do we truly have the freedom to choose if God makes us so phenomenally terrified at Judgment that none of us has the courage to do anything else but cower and abase ourselves to this all-powerful alien Entity?

This is the Being that made all creatures ─ including those monstrous things that slaughter and devour alive helpless lesser creatures.

Aww, I'm getting carried away ─ I haven't the time for this catechismic exploration today. I had best stop right here and say nothing further. 

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💀☠💀☠💀☠ Despair

I think that I'm just too diseased within to continue with this pointless life that God evidently has no intention of freeing me from. And it's too late for me to ever fight my way out of this ─ I've grown too old and enfeebled. 

How odd that it is my strong notion of familial responsibility that keeps me hanging on. However, that alone is not all-sufficient, and is certainly not sustaining of itself.

I feel as if my finish is now on the horizon. I'm just too weak to go on all by myself. I live in a household of five, yet I am profoundly alone.

I lost my day. Or at least my afternoon.

As soon as my wife left here around 2:45 p.m. to catch a bus and begin her long commute to work, I set in motion those "feet that be swift in running to mischief". It is ever the same.

I don't wish to blog any further today. Better I become drunk.

Me Modelling Two Sleeveless Hoodies

Right now it is 4 a.m., and I will be retiring again soon after I make these few notes.

In yesterday's post, I had declared that I meant to work overnight on the tax returns for my wife and I. Well, that never happened. Although I rose at 12:48 a.m. following a latter evening nap, I became embroiled in replying to an E-mail that consumed far more time than I expected.

Thereafter, I had to make a post in my private blog.

And now here I am ─ my eyes are too worn out for any tax return preparation. I think instead that I will sacrifice the time that I would normally spend when I create a post in this blog during my afternoons, and use that time to work on those tax returns.

So we shall see.

oooooooooooooo

Well, although I did print out two charitable donation receipts and two Digital News Subscription Tax Credit receipts that I will need for the two tax returns ─ and I also got the various receipts and slips rounded up and in some sort of order ─ I never began any actual draft work on the two tax returns.

I looked a little into filing online for a change, and I have read that it can be done for free and is a simpler process than perhaps in previous years. As well, I read a claim that refunds can occur through this method in as little as two weeks.

Consequently, I am going to bank on that being true! And tomorrow, I hope that I can begin that draft accounting of the paper copies of the tax returns, and I will thenceforth focus on getting both tax returns finalized.

After that ─ even if it takes me a week to complete the finalization of the paper copies ─ I will then investigate accessing the essential software that are supposed to make it possible to file online. I located a list of the free software at this Canada.ca webpage: File your taxes online: Certified tax software.    

I am definitely not interested in any that are in a "Mobile app" (application) format. And although I was leaning toward "Online" platforms, I might just instead take a strong look at the solitary "Desktop" platform that was listed.

Anyway, that's where things stand thus far.

As for this morning, I probably was back to bed no later than 4:30 a.m., and I slept unexpectedly well once I got to sleep. I was never awake enough to be checking the time until around 8:30 a.m., and even then I felt that I could have managed to drop back off into some further sleep.

Nevertheless, after a few minutes I fought off the inclination, and then rose and dressed.

My brother was downstairs watching T.V., but I remained upstairs here at my computer until the approach of 10 a.m., and then I went downstairs to boil water for a black instant coffee and to join my brother watching T.V.

I quickly put our Android TV Box to use and located the latest Odessa Orlewicz video that is titled Taking The Child Abuse Masks Off Our Children -Action Needed From All. It was just about an hour long; but to my delight, an unheralded guest who would be interviewed was Tanya Gaw who is prominently behind the website Action4Canada.com.

I adore this woman! And as I expressed to my brother, I was so taken with the episode that I regretted not having a school-aged child so that I could get involved in the actions being described.

Sometimes I wish that I qualified for a face mask medical exemption so that I could boldly enter stores unmasked. I most definitely would! But instead, I always don one in order to do my shopping.

Yes, I know that I could always claim that I am medically exempt; but I would be outright lying, and doing so would deprive me of an essential sense of legitimacy and weaken my ability to stand strong.

It would in effect rob me of the ability to mount an effective fight.

However, if I truly was medically exempt, I would be fearless and righteous and courageously do battle.

I hate subterfuge and dissembling ─ I would be weakened by engaging in it and trying to claim I am medically exempt when I am not. 

It is 7:30 p.m. right now, and my wife has unexpectedly arrived home not 15 minutes ago, so I am going to have to bring this post to a close.

One other thing I did this day was post a YouTube video of me modelling the two sleeveless hoodies that comprised the order from AliExpress that I have been mentioning in recent posts.

The video is only a minute and 38 seconds long, so here it is ─ I included beneath it the description that I gave it at YouTube:

I am no good at reviews! 

 

I couldn’t wait to shut down that recording as I have little doubt was likely obvious to anyone who watches it. 

 

I made the recording today ─ Monday, March 22, 2021 at mid-afternoon. 

 

In my rush to get the thing over with and myself off camera, I neglected to mention that because the origin of the pair of hooded sleeveless tops was China, I gambled and selected size XL. As you ought to have been able to tell from the video, it was pretty much exactly the size for me. 

 

Yet I’m no big guy. I’m not quite five feet and 11 inches in height ─ when I was young, I used to like to claim that I was five feet and 10¾ inches; and I probably weigh 180 pounds on a totally empty stomach while dressed down to … well, nothing. 

 

So anyone larger than I am would need to keep this in mind. Or if you’re considerably smaller. 

 

As for how long I had to wait for the order to arrive, I placed it online February 2nd or 3rd, and I finally got the delivery here in Canada on March 18th ─ so that’s not all that bad considering where the package was coming from. 

 

The full cost? 

 

In U.S. funds, $21.98. But converted to Canadian, I paid $28.70. 

 

You can see the item as it is advertised at this link: https://s.click.aliexpress.com/e/_AtOcnQ. 

 

The models there look one whole lot better in the garments than I do! 

 

Note that there were other AliExpress stores selling the same tops, but I selected the Shop911494019 Store for a couple of reasons, a primary one being that shipping was ABSOLUTELY FREE. So those prices I quoted were the full sum. 

 

If you want to see the displayed price in a currency other than U.S. dollars, just select the option to do so that is located near the upper right, and just above the product search field. 

 

In closing, I just want to offer the self-assessment that I don’t see much future in myself as a reviewer nor a clothing model!

Amen there!   

Two final things, beginning with my first talk with my eldest stepson since he began working after about a year of unemployment ─ he started his new job on Monday of last week.

To my pleasant surprise, he claimed to me to be liking the work and the working environment. My brother last week said to me that he believed this new employer was Tree Island Steel, but I never thought to confirm with my brawny stepson. 

The second and final thing I wanted to mention was how sunny the afternoon was today. I could have benefitted from sitting outside in the sunshine in the backyard, but I just did not have the time. 

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A Very Early Morning Grocery Shopping Expedition on Foot

After some welcome sleep late last evening, I was set to gain another comfortable sleeping position and resume further unconsciousness when some curiosity concerning the time set in ─ and was I hearing sounds indicating that my younger brother was surrendering his evening of drinking alone while watching T.V. downstairs?

I was only sleeping the latter evening away, after all, as a measure to fortify me to rise ─ once my brother had gone to bed ─ and get to work on whatever I felt I needed to do here at my computer.

So I listened, and then I heard what seemed to be him come upstairs and shut himself into his bedroom. Even so, I was still sufficiently sleepy that I almost considered trying for more sleep myself.

Then I shook off the impulse and checked the time ─ it was less than five minutes after midnight. It was time to rise.

I had plans for the early morning ─ a shopping expedition to the nearest Real Canadian Superstore outlet (Google Map) that is just over 2¾ miles from here. I try to arrive at the store right around its 7 a.m. opening, so that requires that I leave home as soon after 6 a.m. as I can manage. I do not drive, so I have to make the 5.625-mile round trip on foot.

Obviously I had no intention of sitting up all night and then making any such venture ─ I would need to get some further restorative bed rest or face the likelihood of declining far too seriously to be able to countenance any such expedition.

As a consequence, I rightly concluded that I was not going to have any time to put any work into the post I have in development at one of my two hosted websites. Instead, I would focus on making a post here (I had not buckled down yesterday to blog that day, so I felt that I needed to atone for the omission and then predate the post's publication to just before midnight).    

I got more involved in the post's creation than I thought I would, and that used up far more time that budgeted. But I got the post composed and published (ostensibly at 11:59 p.m. last evening).

Then I had to create a post in my private blog.

Once that was accomplished, it was already after 4 a.m., and I finally made my return to bed with my cellphone's alarm set for 5:15 a.m. ─ in effect, I was only allowing myself about an hour to try and capture a nap before I would have to rise, set my dishevelled beard, boil water for a black instant coffee, and eventually begin readying for the hike.

Well, all did go according plan, although it was at least 6:08 a.m. by the time I was on my way. The street was somewhat wet, but there was no rain.

Or I should say, there was none initially. I was soon enough certain that I felt a spit of rain; and before too long, others began regularly striking me. And although the frequency of these spittings increased until it was definitely very lightly raining, I was never in jeopardy of getting wet.

My chequing account only had around $75 above the balance that I would need for the monthly mortgage that will probably get debited from it tomorrow, so I figured on only shopping relatively lightly. My main reason for going was to purchase two litres of heavy cream (33% butterfat) and a 3-kg container of honey ─ no other chain store anywhere nearer to me sells these items for a price that is even close to being as reasonable. This is why I make the trek ─ but no more often than every two weeks.  

Unfortunately for me both two and four Sundays ago when I made that hike, there was no heavy cream in the dairy section, so I had to buy a feeble creamer that was only 18% butterfat and ─ inexplicably ─ at least $1.50 more per litre. 

Since I do not make that hike on anything like a weekly basis, it is why I always buy two litres of the heavy cream. I probably use just about a litre of cream a week if everyone else in the household leaves it alone. My brother only buys the 10% butterfat creamer, which to me is the skim milk of cream ─ if I have to ever use that stuff in an emergency, I actually add a goodly amount of butter in a desperate bid to add some butterfat taste to my beverages.   

As may be imagined, it was quite wonderful to find the dairy section stocked with the heavy cream this morning.

There were other commodities that I would normally have bought, and in weakness I did choose to include most of them. For one thing, I wanted carrots ─ I try to eat a raw carrot a day, and I think there were only two quite small ones remaining here at home. I usually buy a 3-lb bag of organic carrots. However, there was a sale of 5-lb bags of carrots, so I got those.

I also needed apples. I was sorely tempted to take advantage of a sale on 8-lb bags of 'imperfect' apples, but at the very last minute I put them down after concluding that I was going to be badly overloaded as it was. But I did pick up a 3-lb bag of organic apples.

All in all, I was to have a considerable load even after separating it into two carrying bags that I had brought with me.

I had a very charming cashier at checkout ─ the only one that I found on duty. She was an older heavyset woman of what appeared to be South Asian ancestry. Initially she was reserved; but when I sociably responded to her formulaic or generic and unfelt greeting of a good morning by asking about her own morning ─ along with extending my sympathies for what I expected would be a long day for her ─ she opened right up.

It didn't take much solicitous enquiring upon my part to learn that not only was she a part-timer, but that she only knew of maybe two others (fellow cashiers? I never got her to clarify) who worked there who were full time.

Upon asking her how long she had worked for the store, I was told 18 years!

As I was bagging my purchases, I guess she had a bit of a change of heart and did start defending the store, saying that they were otherwise a very good employer. They paid very well, for one thing. And even though she didn't get benefits through them like medical coverage, she said that where the filling of things like prescriptions was concerned, the store allowed them up to $2,000 worth of prescriptions for free. 

Again, I didn't push to learn if this was a potential annual allowance, or if that sum was over some longer span of time.     

Needless to say, there were no other customers in line at the time, or I am sure she never would have been so open and forthright.

She even told me that I didn't have to bag my groceries on the floor as I was doing ─ she said that I could put my personal bags on the counter. 

It was a good experience chatting with this woman, and I was honest in telling her that she was 'making my morning'.

I find it gratifying when someone like her will quickly warm up to someone with my outward visual aspect once it is realized that I am not the person that my outward appearance suggests.   

Apart from the beard, I am shaven-headed; and I was dressed in blue jeans and a dark denim jacket overtop a sweater so slate-grey that it too is nearly black, and with a glimpse of a black tee-shirt beneath that.  

And of course boots.

As well, I am reasonably good-sized. So apart from my ready sociability, I might even have a somewhat menacing or unfriendly appearance. It's actually warming to me to be able to engender the sort of ready acceptance of me that this dear woman displayed. 

As another customer approached for service, I took my leave and began my walk back home that was to prove a fair workout.

It may have been approaching 8:30 a.m. by the time I was home again; and after I had put away my purchases and was upstairs dressing down, it seemed to me that my brother was having his morning shower in his en suite shower room.

Then after he emerged from his bedroom and we exchanged "good mornings" as he headed on downstairs, I may have remained up until 9 a.m. or soon after, and then sought the refuge of my bed once more.

I napped well, and did not rouse and check the time until around 11:48 a.m. ─ I had thought to be rousing earlier than that. I rose and dressed, and then went downstairs to join my brother who was watching the end of an episode of Nova. 

When that was done, I put our Android TV Box into use to play some videos that I previously recorded onto a USB flash drive ─ fare such as is produced by witty WhatsHerFace and James Corbett's The Corbett Report. 

We had a little under an hour of this, and then my brother had to cancel out and go upstairs to his bedroom to rest up before heading away for the afternoon to resume his drinking somewhere.

Once had was gone, I had some exercise, and then I had my day's first meal. And that basically brings me to the present at 4:32 p.m. 

The day has been fairly rainy ─ reasonably light, but still adequately wetting.

I am now going to take a break and seek another nap.

oooooooooooooo

Gosh, I did better than anticipated. When finally I checked the time, it was 6:10 p.m.

I had a project I needed to get out of the way, and now it is nigh 8 p.m., so I have no time to discuss anything further. All I have to add is that when I am up overnight, once more I will be unable to work on that languishing website post that is my usual overnight concern. Instead, I am going to have to put full concentration into beginning work on the tax returns for my wife and I ─ we are going to be in desperate need of the eventual refunds.

Only a miracle can deliver me from the wretched financial straits that have characterized my retirement that began back in earliest April 2011 as a relatively newly married man. I had not been married quite six years, and my wife had only been here in Canada less than five years, but already I was deep into debt as a consequence of that union.

But enough ─ I haven't the time.

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A Rare Saturday With My Wife Home

It never much mattered that I did not have enough of a balance remaining in my chequing account to allow me to do any kind of supplemental shopping to augment what I hoped to do early on Sunday morning, for I was not to have the opportunity to do any shopping today.

As I was seated here at my computer in the weest a.m. that day adding content into the post that I am developing at one of my two hosted websites, around 1:15 a.m. I heard sufficient commotion outside to cause me to believe that my wife had just arrived home ─ she had worked Friday at her friend's Thai restaurant. 

Normally she does not come home on the weekend (such is our sorry marriage), but evidently being early into her three-month Immediate Roadside Prohibition (IRP) from driving has considerably altered her routine. And so it was that one of her co-workers had given her a ride home.

She was to remain home until early Saturday evening when she had her eldest son drive her to one of the SkyTrain stations here in Surrey. Of course, I never knew beforehand that she would be taking leave of us until she began readying, so I would not have had the requisite time to psyche myself up for any evening shopping expeditions if I had been desperate enough to have wanted to make any.  

I do not drive, so I must walk if I feel I must go shopping.

She had been in quite a positive mood over the day, so it was actually nice having her around.

I had wanted to have a bath, so the opportunity was now advanced to me. And once that was accomplished, I felt desirous of a little drinking whilst enjoying an episode of The Last Kingdom that I tuned in via our Android TV Box. 

My intention was to finish off a bottle of Cabernet Franc wine that my wife had basically rejected, have a small supper, and then indulge in a can of the strong (8% alcohol) beer that I try to keep myself stocked with.

Well, I was most of the way through the episode (and I had only drunk the wine) when I espied my younger brother arriving home around 8:40 p.m. from wherever he had been drinking. Often he will spend Saturday night with his girlfriend Bev and stay overnight at her home, but the two can become too drunk for one or both of them to withstand the other's company.

In a rush, I had to shut down everything and gather up my meal and come upstairs here to my computer to avoid becoming entangled with the drunkard that my brother can become. Fortunately, when he did enter into the house, he seemed to go directly to where my eldest stepson was in the lads' den area and a fairly lengthy exchange was carried out between them.

I was able to finish my meal, and by 9:15 p.m. I was to bed to nap away the remainder of the evening. My brother usually calls it a night by midnight or so, and this was to prove no different. 

With my wife home today, I was unable to photograph myself wearing a couple of items I received this past Thursday as one of two orders I had apparently placed with AliExpress back on February 2nd. 

I am absolutely delighted with the two garments that I received, and I do fully intend to promote both them and the seller. 

However, when the other order ─ that was to a different seller and for somewhat more cost ─ failed to be part of that delivery, I investigated and saw that for some bizarre reason, the order was listed as having been cancelled on March 9 when it would have clearly been most of its way to me.

So this past Thursday I left a message to the seller enquiring what was afoot, but as yet that message is still listed as being "unread".

I will wait a full week. 

AliExpress has directions whereby a customer can open a dispute and apply for a refund; but in my case, I am supposed to normally do so if the order has not arrived by May 26. Notwithstanding, in view of the fact that I can see that the order has been cancelled, then I see no justification for waiting that long if the seller is not going to respond to my enquiry after I wait that full week.

When the week has expired, I will indeed open the dispute, and I will be resolute in seeking restitution of either full cost or the goods that I ordered. AliExprress is not at fault ─ the seller is.

And thus it is my full intention to openly censure that seller within this blog if I do have to enlist AliExpress to give me the resolution that is rightfully mine.

One other thing I want to include in today's post is a comment that I made to a post that had been made at website Librti.com ─ a  measured comment which I now realize that no one is likely to see and read because comments are not openly displayed in posts. 

Instead, there is a small area at the bottom left where people can indicate their "Like" of the post (a "Like" icon of choice can be selected), and there are three "Likes" ─ two scowling 'smiley faces', and a tearful 'smiley face' (that one is mine) displayed as reactions for that post.

But where comments are concerned, the only indication that there is one is that my specific avatar is listed immediately beside the pair of scowling and tearful 'smiley faces' (which have the number "3" beside them to indicate that the two 'smiley face' icons represent three "Likes").

My avatar beside those is no larger than the 'smiley faces', and has a black 'speech bubble' partially overlying my avatar, along with the number "1" indicating that it is a comment. But people would need to understand that format, and know that by clicking the avatar, the comment would actually display.

Otherwise, it just looks like another strange reaction like the "Like" icons that someone has left.

And there have been so very many new posts since I made the comment that the specific post is now basically lost ─ buried below many scores of new comments.

So I want to reproduce my comment here, since I did put a fair amount of effort into it. 

The post I had commented on contained this link to an article: Trinity Church in Kelowna has erected a huge heart at vaccination site - Kelowna News. 

The only description that the poster made to accompany the article link was "WTF !!!"

So here was my comment:

If Kelowna's Trinity Church created that symbol as their approval of this special 'vaccination' site for the elderly, it shows how deep the indoctrination is. The same goes for the 61-year-old woman in the story who was practically overjoyed to be able to get a 'vaccination' along with her 86-year-old father whom she had brought there to get jabbed.

Incidentally, didn't this church story get published the same day that the court here in B.C. (in the person of B.C. Supreme Court Chief Justice Christopher Hinkson) dismissed the legal bid by some courageous churches to have Bonnie Henry's church lockdown orders overturned?

The judge gave some small 'lip service' to the petitioners, but as a Vancouver Sun article titled Dr. Henry 'thankful' as court ruling upholds public health orders reported, the judge referred to Bonnie Henry's lockdown orders and actions in that regard as being "reasonable and proportionate" and "carefully considered".

Heck, the judge even "declined" to quash a $2,300 violation ticket that Alain Beaudoin of Dawson Creek was issued last December for helping to organize a protest against the government's indisputable (to us) abuse of their powers.

Some of these stories we see are flabbergasting ─ people out there seem so abysmally and hopelessly dense.

My younger brother (who is 68) and I (who am 71) watched the video this morning that is behind the perplexing March 7 piece at Rebel News that was actually critical of our federal government for not having the 'vaccination' roll-out as streamlined as it is in the States ─ see Canadian “vaccine refugees” are fleeing to the U.S. for jabs.

Rebel News even wasted what are probably donation funds to send reporter Keean Beste down to Florida to interview some of the Canadians who have gone south just to be 'vaccinated':

"I came down to Florida to speak to Canadians in the Sunshine State who have already received the vaccine. I put out a call for sources and the response was overwhelming. Nurses, seniors and essential workers fled to either Arizona or Florida to get the jab, citing Trudeau’s incompetence."

Do we really want to be learning that even nurses and other essential workers here in Canada are that desperate to get this stuff into themselves?

This is a report that shouldn't have been made. The mainstream media are already exceptionally good at this sort of promotion ─ Rebel News shouldn't have been helping the 'other side' out by wasting time and resources with such a report. There are undoubtedly far better directions to head into.

It deeply discourages me to read about maturing adults taking their even more elderly parents out of the way to get them vaccinated; or Canadian nurses and "front line workers" who are so reportedly eager to get 'vaccinated' themselves that they book trips to the southern U.S. just for that purpose. 

It also discourages me that judges can't even be bothered to educate themselves and will not relinquish what must be their own 'health' biases that are just as off-keel and uninformed as are the general public's ─ how can we win legal challenges with such judges incapable of not only seeing 'behind the curtain', but not even accepting that there even is a 'curtain' to see behind? 

The legal challenge was dismissed, and the province's coffers got richer for the failed effort. 

It just doesn't look like that tide is anywhere near turning in our favour.

I should have just made my own post, and not wasted my comment by having it buried with someone else's post as evidently did happen. 

I now know better.

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💀☠💀☠💀☠ A Salvaged Friday

My wife quite surprised me last evening by not arriving home from work with any help from either of her two sons (this is her first week under a three-month Immediate Roadside Prohibition). Instead, she availed herself of an Uber, if that is the correct term to use for one of the conveyances serving as a Uber 'taxi'.

She said it cost her $15 (and the male driver apparently did not live far from us), which is far less than a cab would have cost. No wonder regular taxis hate having this organization move into their territory.

It also turned out that she had not gone to work to actually work. Rather, she had only gone there to deliver one or two orders of products that she carries as an agent for Thailand's The iCon Group. Apparently the restaurant ─ and it may not even have been the one she usually works at on a part time basis ─ needed some help in the kitchen, so she got impressed into service.

I now cannot clearly recall just when it was that evening that I sought my latter evening nap session upon noting that my younger brother was arriving home from wherever he had gone to drink, but it may have been 9:10 p.m. By then I had consumed some Cabernet Franc wine and a can of the strong (8% alcohol) beer that I try to keep myself stocked with, while I watched an episode each of Good Girls and Last Man Standing.

The wine, incidentally, was from a bottle that I had bought my wife last month, but which she does not favour. I have to admit that it does taste remarkably bitter.

Concerning Last Man Standing, I'm not much of a fan; I am only watching it out of habit. It was in fact the actresses playing the various female Baxters that kept me watching.  

As another fact, not 10 days ago I did not even know that there were new seasons when I last watched the final episode maybe a couple of years ago ─ I thought its run had ended. I've started watching from the beginning of season eight; but after having seen three episodes, I think that I'm going to check out season seven because it may have been where I ought to have begun.  

What struck me with season eight is how different the daughters all seem to look. I even wondered if a couple of the actresses might have been replaced, and I now see that one of them has been. 

The dumb, flighty daughter Amanda had been played by actress Molly Ephraim with black hair, but now she's being played by actress Molly McKook who is blonde. Provided that the link remains valid, you can compare the original (left) with the replacement (right) in this photo. 

Since this replacement took place in season seven, I would have seen and noticed it if that was the last season I had watched. I only remember the raven-haired daughter Amanda.

By the way, why the heck would Wikipedia include just a single photo of Molly Ehraim (the original Amanda Baxter) ─ and as a blonde ─ in their article on her? She looks just like replacement Molly McKook in the headshot!

Anyway, apart from a new and apparently taller actress playing Amanda, Amanda herself seems more 'tuned in' (i.e., less dumb) than her former incarnation.

However, I have badly digressed. Back to my past evening.

After getting to bed in the latter evening yesterday, and after some initial napping, I was disappointed to find myself wakeful enough to be checking the time around two hours after I had gone to bed. My hope was that it was at least into the midnight hour.

It was too soon to be getting up, for my brother would still be watching T.V., so I bided a little time. And the next thing I knew, my wife entered the bedroom and closed the door ─ a sure sign that she was coming to bed. (I wear a bandana blindfold.)

Once she was in bed and had finally turned off her bedside lamp, I waited some further time; and then I rose, correctly figuring that once I was into this room where I keep my computer (the room is immediately next to our bedroom), by pulling the door until it was ajar as my wife usually has it when she spends her evenings in here, my brother would have no idea that it was I and not she in occupation of this space.

Further abetting his impending erroneous presumption was to be the fact that my wife had been in here during some of the evening, and she had even left the room's light on. So when he soon decided to have an early night of it and come on upstairs to his own bedroom, he would just naturally accept that she was still in here with the door ajar, not knowing that it was I.

And so it was that I got an unusually early start at adding content into the post that I am still developing at one of my two hosted websites. And likewise, I next completed a post in my private blog far ahead of what is my usual schedule.

So did I celebrate this good fortune sagely or to good effect? Of course not. It became time to surrender to addictive behaviour.

As a result, it may have been around 5:30 a.m. that I finally did return to bed ─ it may even have been later than that. Yet I could have gone to bed as much as two hours before.

If only I lived off in the natural world where I was not incarcerated within my own home, and where I could freely venture outdoors at any time of the day for as long as I desired without being oppressed and 'stressed out' by the overdevelopment and overpopulation that characterizes my present environment.

But that is a lament for other posts.

I was to find some sleep in time, but shortly after 8 a.m. this morning I was again checking the time due to wakefulness. Then around 8:30 a.m. to my surprise, my wife gave evidence of rising ─ it is a rare thing for her to begin her morning that early. Even on Fridays when she has to work a full day at the Thai restaurant, her start time is not until 11 a.m. and so she generally does not bother rising until around 10 a.m.

However, things are now different, of course. She would not be driving to work. She was going to have to use public transit.

So she rose and took occupation of the bathroom as she readied for her day, and I rose and dressed and came here to my computer.

It must have been around 9:30 a.m. that she was set to head away, so I came down the stairs to see her off. My brother offered her a ride, but she declined; and she left, not at all communicative.

I returned here to my computer; yet a couple of minutes later, I heard her come back into the house for something. I also heard my brother once more offer her a ride, but she declined a second time and was then away for good.

I joined my brother around 10 a.m. to watch some T.V. via our Android TV Box. We did so until approximately 12:40 p.m., at which time he announced that he was leaving especially early to hook up with a drinking buddy at one of the pubs that he (my brother) occasionally frequents.

I want to note now that the day has been overcast, and there was some early morning rain.

In yesterday's post I said that today I would seek to expound upon a couple of AliExpress orders that I made simultaneously to two different sellers in earliest February ─ one of the orders arrived yesterday; and when I investigated concerning the second somewhat more expensive order, I discovered the claim that the order had been cancelled March 9.

Certainly not by me! Why would I do that and throw away my money, for there has been no refund?

So I left the seller an enquiry yesterday that is still sitting unread. I will wait until next Thursday for a response. If there is none then ─ a week after I first launched the enquiry ─ then I will contact AliExpress and file a dispute, for this was their instruction in instances like this:

If your order does not arrive on 2021-05-26 , you can apply for a refund by opening a dispute.

Obviously I will not have to wait that long, for I have already seen this filed:

2021.03.09 11:43 (GMT-7): Shipment cancelled

So why should there be any need to wait until May 26 if the seller will not respond to my enquiry in a week's time and the order has so blatantly been cancelled? That is a clear sign that something underhanded is afoot.

I meant to promote the product that I did receive ─ promote the product and the seller, of course. What I intended was to photograph myself wearing the two items that comprised the order, but I want to do so on a sunny day, and maybe when I am home alone. Conditions within the house are too gloomy where photographing is concerned on days that are overcast outside.

I did take an entirely unrelated photo, though:

This was my accompanying description that I gave the image where I uploaded it into a Google Photos album:

Front lawn photo taken through our living room window at 12:48 p.m. on Friday, March 19, 2021.

Those flowers in the half barrel are mini-daffodils, and they are actually yellow ─ I have no idea why my iPhone 5 has them appearing to be practically white.

That barren garden plot surrounding the half barrel was choked thick with mostly leafless thyme 'scrub' ─ a virtual tangle of what I originally intended some years back to be ground cover.

Well, it certainly was that, but it was choking out some flowers that had also been planted at the same time. As well, when the thyme was in leaf, it provided a vast cover for untold numbers of slugs and snails that preyed on any flowers that did manage to come up.

And last year, lilies that are also planted in that half barrel never managed to bloom because the slugs and snails kept devouring them. So the thyme had to go!

It is already after 8:30 p.m., so I must close this post and get it published.

I only want to say that I have no idea if my wife will be home tonight. Normally after work on Fridays she remains away for the weekend (such is our sorry marriage). But now that she is without wheels, will anything be different?

We'll see soon enough.

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