Trudeau's Dictatorial Bid

Before I talk about anything else, I want to post the link to an interview that my younger brother and I watched late yesterday morning at Librti.com; the video was hosted by Odessa Orlewicz, and was an hour and 12 minutes in duration: May 28- I interview 2 Healthcare Workers Extrmeley Damaged By The Pfizer And Moderna Vaccines As Seen On Viral Videos.

I have to congratulate Odessa on that one ─ she did a superb job as hostess, and her two guests were both tragic yet delightful ladies. I can only wish them God's help.

Don't get 'vaccinated'.

Yesterday afternoon proved to be sunny, so I racked up what was probably close to 50 minutes sunning out in the backyard. I wore just swimming trunks, but I only sunned my front. I was expecting that today would also result in a sunny afternoon, but that did not pan out even though it was very warm.

And since I had to much else to do, I never bothered sitting outside today.

When I came into the house following yesterday's sunning, I saw that my eldest stepson was outside at the mouth of our driveway with two of his buddies. My stepson has a Harley-Davidson, and his two pals also had bikes. The three were probably chatting about bikes, and planning on their short jaunt together.  

Unfortunately, the three photos that I took through the living room window had the afternoon Sun working against me. My subjects had the sunlight shining on their far sides, and as a result their sides as exposed to me were of course darkly shaded.

The result is most disappointing:

New topic now.

I think that it was around 10:15 p.m. last evening when I retired, intent on sleeping as well as I could ─ i.e., I did not wish to find myself awake and be rising too early into the a.m. because I had an early morning 5.625-mile round trip hike to the nearest Real Canadian Superstore (Google Map) to do some grocery shopping (I do not drive). 

I never checked the time after I was to bed until it was 3:30 a.m., so I managed to sleep fairly well. It was not a constant dead sleep ─ it broke often enough, but I kept managing to return to sleep.

When I rose and emerged from my bedroom, I saw that my brother had not come home last evening; as he sometimes does following a Saturday evening together with her, he had spent the night at the home of his girlfriend Bev. 

My eldest stepson was still up, so I went downstairs to break some bad news to the 26-year-old concerning his 2020 income tax return that I completed yesterday using the free GenuTax software that I downloaded earlier this year so that I could get my wife's and my own tax returns filled out (and subsequently NETFILEd).

My stepson received a severance payment last year, but he lost the one or two income slips representing it. All he could give to me were two figures totalling a little over $7,100. However, he had no idea if those were Gross amounts, nor if there had been any income taxes or other deductions taken from the payment(s) at source.

And so working on the premise that the figures were Gross, I got a balance owing (by him, of course) on his tax return of well over $4,320.

He had originally wanted me to complete his tax return without him bothering to try and obtain the actual income slip(s); but now that he has seen the entire implication of what doing so has resulted in, he is going to put effort into acquiring the full pertinent information in a bid to reduce that awful debt somewhat. 

Anyway, I remained up until it was time to commence that hike; and for a rare change, I actually managed to set off at exactly 6 a.m. (the store opens at 7 a.m.).

The sky looked like today was going to be sunny; but with the rising of the Sun, a light cloud cover developed.

My walk both ways was inconsequential, but I had a most disconcerting experience at checkout at the store. You see, as the cashier chattily engaged me in an immersive conversation, when it came time to use my debit card, I had blanked right out ─ I could not remember the PIN.

There were already two or three other people lined up after me, so I felt rushed. The final outcome was that I guessed wrong, and ultimately my card was no longer accepted: anytime I tried to use it, the statement "Transaction declined" kept appearing even before I was prompted to enter my PIN.

I had no recourse but to say to the cashier that I had no idea what I could next do, so she summoned over someone from customer service to deal with me. I accompanied that gal over to the information desk.

Once the problem was fully explained, it was understood that my debit card had been 'frozen', and the only way I would get use of it again was to contact the responsible financial institution.

I then retrieved my VISA credit card and said that I could pay with that, but that I only ever use it online ─ I did not know what its PIN was. Fortunately, that was not an issue ─ I was told that I only had to expose its coded information to the transaction screen. I did so, and the transaction went through. 

So now I have a useless debit card. I am still able to access my account online, though, for I did so here at home in order to transfer money over to my VISA credit card account (which is at a different financial institution).

I was back home by around 8:30 a.m. My brother was still not home. 

I still had a post I needed to create at my private blog, so I did that. And by then I had declined so seriously that I had to go and lie down in my bed, still fully clothed.

I was probably there a little over an hour, and managed to slip into a bit of a nap. When I checked the time after rousing, it was around 10:15 a.m., so I rose. My brother was home and already watching T.V., so I went downstairs to boil water for a black and unsweetened instant coffee, and then I joined him. We were to watch T.V. together until around 1 p.m. 

He got some rest in his bedroom after that, but not much. And then he readied and left for the afternoon, ultimately to resume his daily drinking somewhere.

I want here to speak of Facebook. 

I do not often make a post there, but I did today ─ I had something extremely important to report:

How many of you have heard that Ottawa has suspended Canadian elections?

Probably not too many of you ─ it’s not getting much press, for some bizarre reason.

And guess why this undemocratic suspension of elections? ─ apart, of course, from being a tyrannical power grab?

Why, it’s too keep us all safe!

Oh, sure, you can go out every day and do your shopping, or ride public transit, or whatever. But it’s far, far too dangerous for you to just once go into a polling station to cast your measly vote!

The guy in the video below echoes exactly how I feel about this.

I had to go online to see if this suspension actually happened, and I did find a Global News article published back on May 25 confirming what the video says ─ this is from the article:

There were 327 MPs from all parties voting in favour of the motion, which says it is the government’s responsibility to do everything possible to avoid calling voters to the polls before the end of the pandemic.

Ontario Independent MP Derek Sloan was the only one who voted against it.

So just like the guy in the video says, our politicians are doing “everything possible to avoid calling voters to the polls before the end of the pandemic.”

In other words, if this “pandemic” drags on for the next 10 years, forget about having any elections ─ we all get to keep Trudeau.

And all of the other political parties studly signed on for this. 

• Canadian Elections Suspended Indefinitely

The video is at YouTube, so it is of course at a fair risk of getting banned, I suppose.

After making that post, I immediately logged out of Facebook, for I had no desire to interact with anybody. I said what I wanted to say ─ people can believe what they want.

Gosh, I see that at the present time of 4:42 p.m., the afternoon has become sunny! Perhaps I will think about sitting outside for a time ... or not. I have already had my day's first meal, and it is weighing heavily upon me. I may just instead have a lie-down.

Either way, I am going to conclude today's post here.

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💀☠💀☠💀☠ The Wrong Afternoon Priority

It is early in the afternoon as I type these words ─ specifically, it is 1:47 p.m. ─ and I had initially begun this post with the notion that I would have time for a goodly long post. After all, I am presently home alone: my wife had to work the full day today, both of my stepsons went to work, and my younger brother left for the afternoon barely after the expiration of the noon hour.

However, it has come to my attention that I really must buckle down and get my eldest stepson's income tax return for last year set up for filing. He only sought my help this past Monday, and I've prevaricated since.

He will owe a considerable amount, and he knows it. He said he wouldn't be surprised if his tab turns out to be $1,500, for he had hardly any income taxes taken from his income last year ─ maybe $1,100 on a Gross income that will likely exceed $40,000.

So maybe he'll owe even more. For now, though, we need to file ─ the deadline was the end of last month, I believe. 

He lost one or two tax slips that relate to a severance package with a previous employer, so all I have are two figures totalling something over $7,900; but he was unable to say if those were Gross or Net figures, or if there had been any income tax deducted.

Thus, all I can do is guess that the total figure is a Gross total, and that there were no deductions from that total.

Obviously the best case scenario will be that income taxes were taken and the total is indeed his Gross, and thus there will be an unknown (by us) hike to the income tax credit balance already listed for him at Canada Revenue Agency for last year which will reduce his final tax debt.

I only hope that the two amounts he quoted me, though, and not Net figures. That would mean that the Gross total on that severance package is going to be considerably greater than what I have to work with.

I don't understand why he's so scatter-brained that he not only lost those important information slips; but that he completely forgot that he needed to have his income tax return filed well before now.

Since this is going to take me a while to get worked out ─ even using the free GenuTax software that I downloaded earlier this year so that I could have my wife's and my tax returns completed and NETFILEd ─ I will need to make that task an afternoon priority.

I also have some exercising to tackle; and I want to set up a batch of three beetroots and their stalks, along with a small red cabbage, for natural fermentation. I've had the vegetables since Monday, and beet greens do not hold up well ─ it does not take too long before they start to degrade into a worthless slimy mess. Thus, I dare wait no longer.

And this is my bath day ─ I tend to bathe only every fourth day in the belief that the external beneficial microbiota are no negligible or discountable matter that we should be dismissing and washing away on a daily basis. After all, we would not purge our intestinal microbiota as a daily ritual, so why do it to our skin?

I may even require an afternoon nap. 

Consequently, I do not have as much blogging time as I had originally imagined.

However, before I take a break from this post, I want to mention the very interesting interview Odessa Orlewicz has posted to her Facebook account ─ it features her second interview with a man named Joe Hazelton.

The interview is 2½ hours long, and my brother and I watched it this morning from approximately 10 a.m. through to 12:30 p.m.

Odessa has been banned from YouTube for a week, I guess, so she thus far only has the video available on her Facebook account. I wish that was not so, but she can be ridiculously tardy about uploading these videos to a more secure platform where they will not face deletion.

Heck, I don't even know the full title of the video, for Facebook cuts off titles that are too long. And that being the case, this is as much of it as I can work out: May 27-Are Canada's Elite Bloodlines Part Of the New World. 

Please note that the video covered far more than what is suggested by the title. This short description she added does not even cover all of the topics:

Liberty Talk Canada Episode- Ex-Mason turned Christian Joe Hazelton is back for a second episode to discuss Canada's bloodlines, his views about Trump and his thoughts on the Q phenomena.

The video also touched up Christianity, the Rapture, and even aliens. 

Okay, I am now taking that blogging break.

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'Tis after 7 p.m. now, and added to the occupations consuming my afternoon was that which is preemptive above all others, and I find myself now with the bath and my stepson's income tax return still undone as a result.

Since that is so, it is best that I wrap up work on this post and see what yet I can salvage of the day.

The afternoon weather was a blend of Sun and cloud. I believe I am being truthful in declaring that there was too much cloud to have made sunning any sort of value-laden investment where my time was concerned. After all, there will be far sunnier days in store as this year advances.

Perhaps I will also mention that upon checking my Google AdSense account just ahead of opening up this post for today, I was honestly surprised and unjustifiably delighted to discover that somehow a cent was added to my balance yesterday thanks to activity at one of my two hosted websites.

The cent earned was the first income added to that account in a few months' time ─ and that was the sole reason for my delight over something so insignificant. Any positive activity in that account now seems practically miraculous and deserving of thanks to God ─ that is how pathetic this has become for me.

Yes, I had best draw this post to a close and seek that bath, then try to put in some work on my stepson's income tax return.

This my my final statement here for today's post.

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Happiness for My Wife Is the Arrival of a Shipment From Thailand #JustSayNo

This post will likely be shorter than even yesterday's was, for my wife has been home the entire day. Note that it rained all night and into the mid-afternoon, I suppose.

I have nothing new to offer concerning the genealogical front, so I won't bother listing what it is that my Edmonton cousin and I are pursuing.

For fans of activist Chris Sky, my younger brother and I watched the nigh 25-minute video that was posted yesterday at Librti.com and which featured him giving a very recent speech at what appears to be a park in Vancouver: CHRIS SKY RETURNS: VANCOUVER #JustSayNo. 

And perhaps the final thing I will quickly mention is that my probably hungover wife (she was up late last night hitting the red wine) had her latter afternoon very much brightened when a shipment she was expecting of The iCon Group products from Thailand arrived. 

My wife has been serving as an agent of sorts for their products.

She was hoping with some desperation that the big box of assorted products would show up so that she would not have to go to work tomorrow empty-handed ─ some of her customers are her co-workers at the Thai restaurant where she works part-time.

Gosh, as I type these words at 6:10 p.m., it appears like there may be some sunshine outside. Although the rain seemed light enough overnight, at times late in the morning and into the early afternoon, it was downpouring out there. 

Okay, I'm stopping here.

A Blockchain Warning from Boyd Anderson

This will be a brief post. I have gotten involved with too many things here at home to have had time to blog; and it has not helped that ─ apart from a shopping outing ─ my wife has been home the day.

I want anyone who is curious about blockchain currencies such as bitcoin to give Anderson Boyd a look. 

Odessa Orlewicz hosted a third interview with the man yesterday that has now been uploaded to Librti.com, but don't try to watch the hour-long event unless you have seen the previous two videos of theirs ─ you won't have a clue what is going on otherwise.   

So here are the three video links ─ from first to last:

1. May 5th- I Interview Ex Pro Canadian Hockey Player Boyd Anderson About His Unexpected Meeting With Criminal Enterprises In Dubai
2. Part 2- Continued Interview With Boyd Anderson. (Make Sure To Watch Part 1 First Or You May Be Lost)
3. May 25- Dead Scientists, NWO Captures the NHL-Featuring Guest Boyd Anderson! Interview 3
   

Darn ─ I was wrong about the third and latest video. It is not yet secured at Librti.com, and only available at YouTube where it could get deleted by that platform in their ridiculous censorship war against thinking people.

If you do find that the link doesn't work, by that time you ought to be able to find it at Librti.com where the first two of the series videos can be found.

The only other thing I wish to speak of this overcast day is the search my Edmonton cousin and I have begun as of the past couple of weeks in deepest earnest to establish that we are direct descendants of James Curtis Bird (1773 - 1856) and "the Cree woman Mary Anne Oo'Menahomisk Bird".  

The progress thus far is painfully slow and involved, but honestly quite exciting.

Gosh, maybe I will add this quote from someone at LibertyCoalitionCanada.com:

In the words of a Czech commentator: “The danger to Canada is not Justin Trudeau, but a citizenry capable of electing him as Prime Minister and clapping for his policies.  It will be far easier to undo the follies of a Trudeau government, than to restore the necessary common sense and good judgment to a blind electorate willing to have such a clown for their leader. The problem is much deeper and far more serious than Mr. Trudeau & co, who are mere symptoms of what ails Canada. Blaming the Prince of the fools should not blind anyone to the vast confederacy of fools that made him their Prince!  Canadian liberty can survive Trudeau, who is after all, merely a fool.  It is less likely to survive the future demands of a population who willingly entrusted him with the office of Prime Minister.”

Amen!

That is definitely all for today.

A Couple of Movies: High Life (2018) and Interstellar (2014)

The grocery shopping I talked about in my last post was successfully accomplished early yesterday morning, Victoria Day. Had it not been that holiday, I would never have gone shopping. I cannot bear venturing forth into the busy workday world. 

Unfortunately, that was to be my only exercise of the day ─ the hike to the supermarket that is at most 1½ miles from here. 

After I got back, I found my younger brother up and already watching T.V., but I did not immediately join him until around 10 a.m. when I put our Android TV Box into action to allow us to watch Odessa Orlewicz's latest video on our T.V.: May 23-Meet More Pretty Faces That Have Canada's Politicians Over A Barrel And Other Breaking News. 

The Odessa video was only 34 minutes in duration, but not one of her best. I wish that she would include more interesting video snippets from other sources than she seems to do anymore, but because she streams to YouTube first before eventually uploading the videos to Librti.com, she is afraid that YouTube will censor her account if she records anything that catches the eyes and ears of the YouTube censors.

The video of hers that my brother and I watched this morning featured a guest for the first half (the video was an hour long) and was considerably better than the shorter one we had watched yesterday. The longer video was titled May 24-Coersion At Canadian Schools To Vaccinate Our Kids Behind Our Backs & The Parent Pushback and More Breaking News.

Her guest was Hila Russ-Woodland, a (former?) teacher and a mother who is outraged that our schools have a policy in effect whereby they intend to potentially start using the dangerous experimental COVID-19 concoctions to 'vaccinate' students as young as aged 12 without parental consent.

She wants concerned people to join her ─ is it tomorrow? ─ at 11 a.m. to hold an informational protest at the school board headquarters in Vancouver. 

But I am getting ahead of myself ─ I still wish to discuss yesterday, since I failed to blog that day.

After watching that shorter video of Odessa's, I then tuned in a 2018 movie titled High Life. The feature was science fiction, but one of those that initially made no sense and was impossible to follow. Even the ending was such an ambiguous conclusion that ─ as my brother declared ─ was a waste of two hours to have watched and waited for.

I have had to read that Wikipedia article that I linked to in order to understand what it was that I had watched because very little of the plot as is outlined there was apparent to me when I watched the movie. And the events described in the final paragraph of the plot synopsis were actually what the early part of the movie depicted. There was no explanation why the character we kept seeing aboard what must have been a spacecraft had a baby, and why the two of them were the only living people aboard. 

I don't have the time to dissect the awful movie, but I certainly would like to praise the actress who portrayed a late-middle-aged physician ─ what a gorgeous physique, if it truly was hers in the nude scenes!

Actress Juliette Binoche had to have been at least 53 years old at the time she acted in the film, but naked she was spectacular ─ if indeed it was her nudity we got to watch. Heck, even that nude's pubic 'foliage' was exceptionally lush and ─ to me ─ most stimulating.

The final comment I have about the movie was my surprise to recognize an actor who plays one of the supporting cast in one of my favourite T.V. series ─ The Last Kingdom.

The actor is Ewan Mitchell, and in The Last Kingdom he has the role of one of Uhtred's most 'inner circle' ─ a young novice monk with quite a distinctive physiognomy. I very much like Ewan's monk character, but his character was absolutely despicable in the movie and deserved to die.

That's all I wish to say concerning the movie.

I had intended to tackle some exercise in the mid-afternoon yesterday; but just when I was about set to begin that activity, my wife arrived home, and my opportunity was lost. She further blocked my chance by offering to heat up some chicken soup for me that she had brought home, and I felt obligated to accept the offer and have my day's first meal.

I cannot / will not exercise following a meal due to the abdominal strain the extra burden places upon my abdominal wall. I already have what I would diagnose as an epigastric hernia that I first developed approximately 20 years ago at the very least. If I remember correctly, it happened when I was straining at performing a maximum push-ups challenge.

I was to aggravate that condition around 2007 when I stupidly sought to perform headstand press-ups (with my feet reclined against a wall for balance) after having been to a restaurant and thus having my stomach far from empty.

Now I dare not court that sort of strain ─ especially at my age of 71.    

So my chance to exercise yesterday largely evaporated.

Early that evening, I was to watch another movie ─ one I had intended to watch earlier with my brother, but he claimed to have already seen it, so I was on my own with this one: Interstellar from 2014.

It was considerably better than High Life in that it made far more sense, but even it failed to deliver at its final stages. I had no idea what was going on ─ how whatever information the main character was almost supernaturally relaying to his adult daughter in the distant past was supposed to save humanity from extinction.

I also had no idea ─ until reading the Wikipedia movie description ─ what had befallen the young female scientist (Dr. Amelia Brand) the main character had been travelling through space / time with.  

It was all just too phony. I cannot accept that the hero's daughter "Murph" would have been able to understand that it was her father reaching out to her, and to know how to interpret what he was trying to relay to her. He had disappeared into space when she was a child of maybe age 10 at most.

Both movies involved far, far too much whispered dialogue. That's one characteristic I do not like about actor Matthew McConaughey ─ his monotonous and excessively low tone of voice. 

Both movies had entire sequences wherein I understood nothing of the exchanges of dialogue, so it is little wonder that I was unable to understand what the blazes was ever happening.

I will not recommend Interstellar either. I did very much like the child actress portraying young "Murph" ─ Mackenzie Foy.

Enough of movies. 

I will only add that I drank three cans of strong (8% alcohol) beer last evening while watching Interstellar, and I reckon that having some supper afterwards, I exacerbated a condition of hangover that took hold overnight. I still do not feel entirely whole ─ mostly, I feel in need of a good sleep.

I could have done some afternoon sunning today (yesterday was a wet one), for things turned unexpectedly sunny. However, I required an afternoon nap far more or else I would never have been able to handle making this post.

My wife had to work this afternoon, and left around 2 p.m. to catch a 2:14 p.m. bus.

I have a whole lot I could talk about concerning recently researched ancestry, but I don't have the time. It is already after 8 p.m. ─ I must sup, and be prepared to hightail it to bed for the latter evening once I notice my brother arriving home from wherever he went to drink this early afternoon.

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A Day Well Wasted

The plan was to get away afoot this morning to do some grocery shopping, but what sleep I achieved proved to be inadequate. I probably got to bed last evening around 9:30 p.m.; and upon finding myself stirring around 1:30 a.m., I soon enough decided to get up from bed.

My eldest stepson was still up; and in fact, he did not go to bed until possibly around 4:30 a.m.

But I was not feeling robust. I created a post in my private blog, but never got around to doing any work on the post I have in draft at one of my two hosted websites.

Around 5:15 a.m. I returned to bed with my cellphone alarm set for an hour later. I had dawdled too long overnight ─ I needed more time back in bed. When my alarm sounded, I turned it off and tried to resume sleeping.

I dreamed.

Of late in my private blog, I have been reproducing journal entries from the current month and day, but back in the year 1981 when I was a 31-year-old with no means whatsoever and essentially at the mercies of my younger brother and his cohabiting girlfriend Jean.

But my ailing alcoholic father had recently moved to the area from where he had been living in rent-subsidized or else just cheap suites in Vancouver, and I had more or less thrown in with him in the hopes that he would straighten out, for he had severe cardiovascular disease.

At that time he was 60 years old and only had a government pension income. It could have been adequate, even with me benefiting from it, if only he was able to refrain from embarking upon days-long drinking binges.

Alas, he could not do that. His own weakness conspired with the influences of other drinkers he knew who would easily lead him astray. 

Unfortunately, he was not often a 'happy drunk'. And at this time, he had grown bellicose and belittling towards me, humiliating me as adeptly as he was able.

I should explain that I was a social cripple who ─ around the age of 19 ─ had been evaluated by a well-known psychiatrist who wanted me institutionalized. 

Despite how that might sound, I was strongly geared toward healthy living and physical fitness, and one of the things the psychiatrist could not countenance about me was my refusal to take the medication that had been prescribed. I had tried one tablet of whatever it was, and had suffered symptoms such as severe 'dry mouth' and whatever else that I can now not recall anymore, that I was unwilling to cooperate.

My 'mental' illness was my extreme reclusivity that made social engagements too uncomfortable for me. I was so socially disinclined that it terrified me to have to be involved with the public in most capacities. I was especially unable to handle exposure to young women who were my peers. It was serious enough that I would not shop in a store if I saw that a young woman was the cashier; and if I was out walking along some back way and not just on city streets, and there were a couple of young ladies in the distance walking in my direction, I would go to pains to detour so that I would not have to be threatened with any proximity to them that might involve them directly looking at me ─ I was some category of scopophobe.  

I was a deep romantic at heart, yet girls terrified me.

However, it was also inconceivable to me in my young adulthood to be able to seek and retain a job. I had no skills ─ I did not even drive; and I was quite afraid of machinery. I had never completed Grade 12, so it seemed my sole employment field would be of the sort referred to as unskilled labour. But that generally involved machinery and the noise machines in a production capacity generated, and it was all disturbing and far too unsettling.

And then there were the working men whom I had no identification with. I was quiet and retiring, and preferred to spend my time immersed into books and trying to learn when I was not off on long walks and otherwise adhering to my physical regimen of fitness.  

I would have joined something like a monastery if only I could have done so and not needed to participate in their community. I just wanted to be left alone to study and to pursue physical development as best I understood it.

I was not stupid. I had been pitted with an I.Q. test and ─ although not a genius ─ I was well above average. I was not quoted my numerical score, but I was told the category. However, I did not understand those at the time, and I quickly forgot what it was. Maybe it was only something like 'high average' ─ there are of course different I.Q. tests, and I had no idea which one I had been subjected to.

The point I am making is that I was not lazy, wanting to be a ward of society and just vegetate and do as little as possible. Physical fitness was paramount to me ─ I would have developed the physique of a sensible bodybuilder if I only had the tools and diet. I loved hiking and even running.

If I could have gotten employment as a night watchman, or even a solitary night janitor, it would have been ideal for me. Unfortunately, though, since I did not drive, this dramatically marginalized my chances for any kind of tolerable employment at all. It would need to be close to hand, and not some out of the way location that would require me to take various connecting buses. 

It was better that I work part-time so that I would have abundant free time for my studies and physical pursuits ─ those were more important to me than earning a very good living. I used to believe that if only I had an income of $200 a month, as long as I was free to live as I wanted and my time was my own, I would thrive.

That never happened. I was chronically unemployed. Social assistance for a Single and able-bodied man was not possible in any long term.

Anyway, back to my dream.

It seemed to relate to my situation in 1981 as I have been writing about in my private blog, except that I was my present age of 71, and nicely tanned and as nicely muscled as a much younger man. I don't clearly recall the details of the dream, but I had gone to visit my father in what must have been a rent-subsidized complex for seniors.

I had been exercising outdoors first, however, and seemed to have lost track of the sleeveless top I had been wearing. And so I was in the very large complex seeking my father's suite, which was apparently at a restricted level (the fifth floor) that may have possibly been shabbier than the other parts of that facility.

In the dream, the place was teeming with people coursing throughout it. I was easily drawing the attention of the older 'girls' there who were keenly responding to the visual I presented, none of them realizing that I was practically their own ages. There was even some girlish touching of my tanned musculature.  

By hook and crook, I was eventually able to access my father's area, but he was not present, and I seemed to have already known he would not be there. Perhaps I was actually staying with him, but hadn't wanted anybody to realize it. Whatever the case, earlier when I was being confronted over my presence in the complex, I had allowed the identity of my father to be known, suspecting that his drunken and unruly reputation would most likely be familiar to some of the elderly staff or whomever it was that were trying to limit my movements. 

The whole scenario was peculiar.

I think that I am possibly a little feverish. As I implied earlier, I am not feeling particularly hale. I will likely submit myself to 15 minutes of nebulized hydrogen peroxide later today. 

One chronic problem I have is with my left ear. Early in 2019 I contracted what I am convinced was a bad case of flu. It succeeded in completely blocking that ear such that it was as if I had an earplug lodged securely into it.

I had read that sometimes a flu virus can cause a symptom like that. Yet I had the condition for a few months before I did more research and discovered that it can become permanent ─ medical attention is supposed to be sought after several days if there is no relief. 

In attempting various remedies to unblock the ear that I found through YouTube videos, I engaged in one that required blocking the nostrils and just blowing to make the ear blockage 'pop'. What I did not understand was that this should not be attempted on any enduring basis because the technique can ─ will ─ rupture the eardrum.

I believe that I succeeded in doing that ─ albeit painlessly.

The ear did eventually largely clear of the blockage, but I attribute much of that relief to regular use of the plug-in nebulizer and the extended (15 minutes) inhalation of 3%-solution hydrogen peroxide. I even tried pouring some a few times into the ear itself, and then lying in bed such that the affected ear was topmost to retain the antimicrobial liquid as it fizzed and popped within my ear.

There is no pain associated with doing this, incidentally. However, in my case, after doing this for a number of minutes, I find that afterwards I am unable to have the hydrogen peroxide fully drain from the ear. And I am then left with the ear even more blocked for a few days than it had been, until at last the liquid evaporates and / or seeps away.

And so I do not like subjecting myself to that experience. Perhaps it is killing any pathogens and even disabling an infecting virus presence, but I enjoy unimpeded hearing.

Inhaling nebulized hydrogen peroxide can benefit the ear because of course the Eustachian tubes connect the ear with the nasal region. I cannot but believe that the hydrogen peroxide vapours are reaching into the Eustachian tubes and performing an extensive purification.

oooooooooooooo

Okay, I've whittled away this cloudy day and gotten nothing accomplished. 

One of the big stays was that I had wanted to both grocery-shop this long weekend, and also hit the liquor store. However, I came to realize that my chequing account does not have too much over $100 in it that I can access, so that meant I could only safely perform one of those tasks.

My monthly pension does not show up until late in the coming week.

And then my eldest stepson handed me a dozen cans of beer around 6 p.m. today as an enticement to complete his late income tax return for him, so that specific concern (beer) is fixed for now ─ there is only the grocery shopping of any concern.

Tomorrow is Victoria Day, so I can still manage to get that done. Maybe I will manage to sleep very well tonight, for I never did have an afternoon nap.

Oh, what a life!

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Canadian Federal Government: Sinister Activity

As a consequence of my younger brother's arrival home last evening from wherever he had been drinking, I was to bed by 8:50 p.m. at the latest, and so began a long sleepless vigil.

How much sleep did I actually achieve before he retired to his bedroom for the night at midnight and I was able to rise? It beats me. Maybe a half hour? I honestly don't know.

My wife had gotten home from work before my brother retired, but her youngest son (the 23-year-old) was home for her to socialize with. However, I don't think that she was home until around 11 p.m., so I was up from bed soon enough again.

I remained up until around 5:30 a.m. this morning before returning to bed for a little further sleep. In the while that I was up, I had worked at adding content into the post I have in draft at one of my two hosted websites, and I also created a post in my private blog. Heck, before I returned to bed I even watered the various garden plants in our front yard, for we have not had any rain for a few days, and today was projected to be a sunny one.

I still did not sleep especially well, but when I checked the time between 9:20 - 9:30 a.m., it was late enough ─ I rose to start my day.

My brother was downstairs drinking instant coffee and reading the Saturday morning edition of the Vancouver Sun that I subscribe to, so I waited here at my computer upstairs until after 10 a.m. before I went down to the kitchen to boil water for a black unsweetened instant coffee. 

Then i sat quietly in the living room until I knew he was finished with the newspaper, at which point I turned on the T.V. in order to put our Android TV Box to use. I wanted us to watch the latest video by Odessa Orlewicz.

Fortunately, this one is now available at Librti.com, so I will not need to link to it at YouTube where it is in jeopardy of being censored by that latter platform: Simon's Back Part 2- Kristel Van der Elst And More Globalist Parasites After Canadian's Brains (Literallly).  

"Simon" is remaining anonymous, and is being interviewed by voice alone from somewhere supposedly in the States, even though he sounds to be a Brit. However, whomever he is, he does seem to have a surprisingly deep understanding of Canadian government websites.

As I seem to recall, the video was around an hour and 20 minutes in duration. My brother and I then watched a short feature; and I followed that brief item with an episode of Supergirl.

I am only slowly working us through season 4, alternating first with an episode of The Flash and then one of Arrow before tuning in an episode of Supergirl. The reason for this is because I knew ahead of time that there was to be a 'crossover' storyline that takes place with episode nine of each series, and the story will unfold in that same sequence across the three series.

As a result, my brother and I have now watched episode eight of each series that were collectively released quite late in 2018 (yes, we are behind in keeping up with these series); and now likely sometime next week, we will start watching the three-part storyline that begins with episode nine of The Flash.  

Of course, my brother has no idea that this crossover is about to be featured, so I hope he finds it of interest.

Anyway, with the conclusion of the episode of Supergirl that we watched today, it was something like 12:40 p.m., so my brother decided to break from T.V. and have some rest in his bedroom before leaving for the afternoon to ultimately resume his daily drinking somewhere.

My youngest stepson had to work today, so he left this morning ─ he works 'banking hours'. His older 26-year-old brother took off on his Harley either shortly before or shortly after my brother left us, and so it was the only my wife and I who were then home.

I have missed out on sunning for several days; and since today is projected to be the last opportunity for possibly as much as a week due to cloud prevailing tomorrow and then some rain that will be added into each of the four or so days thereafter (which is as far as the forecast went that I saw), I did not wish to waste that final chance today.

And so at 2:26 p.m. I began over an hour of sunning that finished up no earlier than 3:30 p.m. However, by that point I knew I was home alone, for barely ahead of 3 p.m. my wife drew my attention from beyond the fence that shields our yard from a blocked-off (to cars and trucks) alleyway that is a shortcut from our cul-de-sac to the main avenue nearby. She was on her way to probably catch a bus.

I did not know that she was going to be leaving when she did, so I expect that maybe she had to work again at the Thai restaurant that employs her part-time. Her usual afternoon start is 4 p.m.

Whatever the case, I do not expect that she will be back tonight (such is our sorry marriage).

Following my sunning, I came into the house to fix up my day's first meal. And while I was seated here upstairs at my computer eating, my youngest stepson arrived home. 

My days' first meals tend to weigh heavily upon me, usually forcing me to seek a nap, or else I will be too weary to be able to accomplish anything.

My gosh! It is already after 8 p.m. ─ I must close this post here.

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💀☠💀☠💀☠ Discovering the Passing of a Former Co-Worker; and a Connection to the SS La Bourgogne

With my wife home all day yesterday, I had no time nor inclination to blog. I never even took advantage of considerable afternoon sunshine to sit out in the backyard to soak up some sunshine.

My last post neglected to mention that my younger brother and I had watched (not necessarily that day) the series finale of the British comedy series White Gold. 

Good riddance ─ there was nothing uplifting at all about the series. Why would anyone think that making a character like the treacherous, greedy, and disloyal Vincent Swan the lead role would lead to a long-running series?

None of the characters had anything like nobility, except perhaps "Carol, the secretary at Cachet Windows", who seemed to be the only person capable of looking beyond herself.

I realize that having a cad or even a cadette (as rather deftly played in the T.V. series Fleabag) as the lead character in a series can sometimes pay off, but I couldn't do aught but despise Vincent Swan. He was a snake and did not warrant promotion.

But enough of that series. Let me speak of today.

My wife had to work the full day at the Thai restaurant where she works part-time, so she had to leave here around 10 a.m. to catch a bus ─ her three-month driving suspension is still in effect.

I was about to commence watching two hours of T.V. with my younger brother via out Android TV Box; specifically, I had two of Odessa Orlewicz's latest videos in mind.

The first was just over 1¼ hours long and featured a guest whom I only learned of a couple of days ago at most. The video, however ─ as is the second one as well ─ has not yet been added to Odessa's website Librti.com, so I am only going to be able to link to its present location on YouTube where I know it will not likely be available for long due to YouTube censorship: Liberty Talk May 20th- I Interview Tyler Nicholson A Canadian Hero Going To Court To Keep YOU Free. 

I am feeling moved to make a donation to Tyler's impending court case.

I have to confess that when I first saw this chap if it was indeed two days ago, I did not at first find myself responding favourably to him, but he gradually won me over. I initially thought that he was probably absolutely brim-full of himself and probably arrogant. After all, he did look and sound like actor Jason Momoa, albeit without all of Jason's brawn.

In the comments to the video, someone remarked, "Please quit interrupting..." 

I also had to quell some upset at Odessa for that same recurrent fault as my brother and I watched the video.

The second video was just over a half hour in duration: Liberty Talk Episode - EXPLOSIVE Document From UK Website Accidenatally Shown!!

I feel that it is better that Odessa stop using her cellphone as part of her programme ─ the audio is never adequate. She should not have bothered with an interview until she had a means of better communication with her guest.

My brother may have gotten an education from the interview, but I did not. I read Dr. Joseph Mercola's latest articles every singe day, and thus the frightening details of what will ultimately constitute the vaccine passport were basically old terrain for me.  

My brother has no understanding of how to use a computer, so such articles are inaccessible to him. I often forget just how much he may not actually be aware of.

For whatever reason, he wanted to head away for the afternoon especially early today, so he knocked off with the T.V.-watching at noon in order to have a brief rest in his bedroom. He probably left here by around 1 p.m.

The afternoon became sufficiently sunny that I could have taken some Sun in the backyard, but instead I deliberately directed my feet toward dissolution instead. That, and an extended texting engagement with Doug, my cousin in Edmonton; and then a reply to an E-mail from a former co-worker at Revenue Canada from the early 1990s who I learned is now presently in New Zealand, all wiped out my time.

And once I had my day's first meal in the second half of the afternoon, I needed to lie down and then slipped into a bit of a nap.

I had actually first E-mailed that former co-worker ─ Dan ─ yesterday. I wanted to let him know that I had discovered that another former co-worker of ours had died back in 2016: Bob Phaneuf. I had come across Bob's obituary while seeking some information on him in a bid to reconnect.

Bob's birth date was just over a year and four months after my own, so I was slightly his elder. I don't know Dan's age, but he is considerably younger than I am.

I want to wrap up this post because it is already 8 p.m. However, I would like to report a recent genealogical discovery that I made in relation to my great grandfather, who came from a huge family of siblings.

It seems that two of his sisters were aboard the French ocean liner SS La Bourgogne that sank in July 1898. The two ladies ─ hailing from Montreal ─ had left aboard the ship in New York, bound for a Franciscan monastery or some such where they were intending to go into lifelong service to the Lord as nuns.

As the description just below states, only one woman and absolutely no children survived that sinking.

The death toll told its own story. Of 506 passengers on board La Bourgogne only 70 were rescued, as compared with 103 members of the crew out of a total of 220. Only three of the La Bourgogne’s eighteen officers survived, indicating that they at least had remained faithful to their responsibilities. Most telling of all is that only one woman survived and none of the children on board. Later reports, which may or may not have been true, indicated that crew members had stabbed passengers in the water, or had beaten them away with oars, to avoid the lifeboats being swamped. Public indignation was so high that La Bourgogne’s surviving crew members needed police protection when they landed at New York to save them from being lynched.

Okay, that's it for today.

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Chris Sky and James Corbett #justsayno

My wife had to work the latter part of the yesterday (usually beginning at 4 p.m.), so she left here to catch a bus well before it was yet 3 p.m. She is still on a three-month driving suspension.

However, she also left for somewhere around midday today, catching a ride with someone who showed up and stopped their car streetside out front. I have no idea what that was about, though. If she works a full day, her start time at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time is 11 a.m. 

Something like this happened last Thursday, and she was brought back home very early in the evening so drunk that she just went directly upstairs to bed. As a result, she was unable to go to work the next day ─ she does not recover well from excess drinking.

Since her friend who is also her employer knows this and is a notorious partier herself, that lady can hold herself responsible, for I do not in the least doubt that she had a hand in my wife's disablement on that occasion. 

Is the same carrying-on happening today? As I said, I do not know. 

But enough of that topic.

I had hoped to perk up enough to get our early this evening for the four-mile round trip hike to the nearest government liquor store, but the spunk just ain't a-happening, I'm afraid.

I could have sat out in the backyard this afternoon to benefit from some sunshine, but I would have needed to have been fully clothed. It was too chilly to be just sitting out there. Sure, I could have been barefooted, but I prefer being able to wear naught but shorts or even a swimsuit.

Besides, I was still nurturing hope that I would be making that four-mile hike, which would have exposed my shaven head to the daylight anyway.

I don't dig why I'm so depleted ─ I've even had two afternoon naps, for Pete's sake.

Another topic now. This time it concerns this very blog.

A few days ago I posted how Blogger notified me that it had deleted two of my posts because of some complaint ─ as they put it, the posts had been "flagged to us for review. We have determined that [they violate] our guidelines and deleted [them]."

They also added the following absolutely useless information:

Why was your blog post deleted?
Your content has violated our malware and viruses policy. Please follow the community guidelines link in this email to learn more.

We encourage you to review the full content of your blog posts to make sure that they are in line with our standards as additional violations could result in the termination of your blog.

Nothing there explained what was actually amiss. I certainly am not offering up "malware and viruses" to any visitors who may access a post. I'm just a 71-year-old blogger deep in debt who has struggled to resist suicide for his entire adult life since his late teens in the latter 1960s, and who marvels that he is still in existence.

It was useless to refer to Blogger's stupid "community guidelines" to try and understand precisely why my posts were deleted when nothing was told me other than that the posts had something to do with "malware and viruses".

Is there actually something in those "community guidelines" that uselessly declares, "Thou shalt not infest thine posts with malware and viruses!" ─ or something along that line?

Great ─ if that was what I had actually done. I would now know better.

But since I had done no such thing, then what was actually wrong?

Well, guess what? Around 13 hours later, I was notified that both posts had been reinstated after they had been "re-evaluated ... against community guidelines" and apparently found to be innocent.

If there were either malware or viruses involved, this would of course not have happened ─ so that infection claim was sheer and obvious rot. Something else was afoot. I was actually being censored.

It was sufficiently disturbing that I decided thence to always download a full copy of my blog after each post. After all, once a post has been deleted, it is gone forever. And since my blog is largely a personal journal, I do not want to have my history deleted.

And I then looked into maybe setting up a website with an actual webhost such as Porkbun ─ I already have two websites on a shared account with them. 

But if I happened to post content (as I definitely do in this blog) that is contrary to the mainstream narrative concerning the phony plandemic / casedemic / scamdemic, and the ineffective and even harmful push for face-masking and experimental  'vaccines', would Porkbun take it upon themselves to terminate my blog website should this be demanded of them by one of the enforcement arms of whatever force is behind the evil that is inexorably taking hold of the entire world?     

And so on Saturday I sent off this enquiry to Porkbun:

This is a question concerning censorship.

I have had a free blog with Blogger / Blogspot since 2008, and started up another in January 2019 after I made my original blog private.

My newer public blog ─ which is a personal, albeit anonymous, journal ─ sometimes voices my opinions on controversial issues such as the COVID-19 'pandemic', mandatory face-masking, and experimental 'vaccines'. After all, I am 71 years old, and I have no intention of ever being forced to get 'vaccinated' against any flu, including COVID-19.

I live in a highly urban part of the world and see absolutely no evidence of any pandemic ─ I only hear of it on the news and in the newspapers. I don't know of anyone who has definitely ever been sick with COVID-19, let alone died from it. And unlike the fake acting that went on in the original scare videos back in early 2019 at the so-called outbreak when we saw news-bites of people in China collapsing and dying in the streets from COVID-19, that has not been how the virus works ─ it was fake, and intended to get the worldwide scare going.

This is the sort of thing I sometimes say in my blog posts.

Well, yesterday I received notification from Blogger that two of my recent posts had been deleted, and the only reason given was "Your content has violated our malware and viruses policy."

What malware or viruses? This is of course nonsense, for the entire blog would be infected ─ not just a couple of posts that are surgically removed and the malware or virus has been safely eradicated!

I know why the posts were deleted ─ Google didn't like them due to their non-compliant rhetoric. One of the posts was titled "'I Was a Victim of Facebook's "Fact Checkers"' wherein I detailed how one of my Facebook posts had been flagged as a result of including anti-COVID-19 'vaccine' material.

My question to you is if I decided to migrate my public blog to a new website hosted at Porkbun, if you were approached by anyone or any entity who did not want something in this controversial area to be online, would you submit in lockstep with this rampant mainstream censorship and tell me to delete it or face having the website shut down?

Thanks.

This was the response that I got from a representative yesterday:

Hi, thanks for reaching out.

We can't make any promises about types of content that might trigger a suspension, since we're required by our contract with ICANN to evaluate complaints on a case-by-case basis.

That said, generally, if the domain activity/content is legal in your jurisdiction and ours, and doesn't constitute DNS abuse, we would be loath to suspend.

Sorry I can't provide a more-specific answer than that, but hopefully that helps some.

I won't call that an inspiring response.

What I would truly love to be able to do is have a website set up on the so-called decentralized Web, but I have absolutely no understanding of how to do this. I get the impression that a domain for a website can be bought for a one-time fee that would make the domain the owner's forever ─ in the internet that we live with, a domain name has to be 'leased' and can only belong to the owner for as long as he or she keeps maintaining payment for it.

Likewise with a website using that domain name ─ a webhost company will only keep the website online for as long as the customer maintains payments.

But I think that in the decentralized Web, once a domain and website have been set up, it would virtually last forever. Or, I would reckon, for as long as there ever is a decentralized Web.

However, everything involved with the decentralized Web seems to spin around cryptocurrencies. I have no interest in cryptocurrencies ─ I don't have the money to experiment with that sort of thing. My monthly pension is inadequate for my current situation, and I am at the mercies of my wife and her two working sons to meet the monthly mortgage and related costs.

Oh, Lord, it's already after 8 p.m. ─ I must stop blogging for today.

I want to link to two very interesting videos that my younger brother and I watched relating to that earlier censorable topic I was harping about. Both videos ─ interviews ─ were hosted by Vaccine Choice Canada's Ted Kuntz.

We watched the first video late yesterday morning: Chris Sky is on FIRE! We MUST Rise Against Tyranny NOW.

The second video was watched by us late this morning: Fantastic Interview with James Corbett of The Corbett Report.

Anyone who is any kind of fan of either interviewee ought to enjoy those two features.

By the way, my brother and I were both struck by how much Ted Kuntz reminds us of fictional Cincinnati radio station WKRP's Les Nessman. 

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Our Annual Home Insurance Policy Renewal Has Arrived

A perfunctory post only.

My wife arrived home early last evening while I was watching an episode of Parenthood and enjoying a can of strong (8% alcohol) beer. I'm now into season three of that series, by the way, so this episode was the fourth in that third series.  

Anyway, I was to bed not too very much after 9 p.m when I was aware that my brother had arrived from wherever he had gone in the early afternoon to resume his daily drinking. 

Considering the day's early morning rigours and how tired I was afterwards for want of sleep, that did not translate towards any especially easy slip into slumber last evening.

Nevertheless, sleep of a fashion did arrive, but I was up again ahead of 12:30 a.m. to begin my several hours overnight working here at my computer. My wife and at least one of her two sons was also still up, but my brother had retired to his bedroom for the night.

Eventually I was the only person sitting up, of course. But I returned to bed a little earlier than I usually do ─ I think that it may have been as early as 4:30 a.m.

My morning commenced just ahead of 9 a.m., although I had been awake since around 8 a.m. and not finding much success thereafter at finding further sleep. My brother was downstairs watching T.V., but I waited until almost 10 a.m. before also going downstairs to boil some water for a black, unsweetened instant coffee, and then I joined him.

I noticed that at some point while I had been in bed earlier in the morning it had rained, but the street outside had nearly dried off. Even so, the day remained very overcast, and in the latter afternoon we had further rain.

Usually my brother and I watch some T.V. together from roughly 10 a.m. until around 1 p.m., but this morning he halted his participation around 11:40 a.m. in order to get some further rest because he had a dental appointment ahead.

While he was resting, the mail arrived ─ we have finally received our annual home insurance policy renewal, the premiums of which are due June 14th: $1,442. I realize that this may seem exceptionally low to may homeowners, but that doesn't make it any easier to pay ─ especially since the annual utilities were due early last month, and the devastating property taxes will be due in earliest July.

I did not wish my brother to see the policy quite yet, so I kept it to myself. Then around 6 p.m. I got busy scanning both sides of a specific page, blocking off a key item of information that I do not wish my brother to know about.

I then printed out a new sheet of paper to replace the original with.

And now the policy is sitting on the dining table awaiting his perusal when next he is home and notices it.

I will be retiring early this evening as soon as I notice he has arrived home, as is my wont; consequently, he will be sober when next he and I speak come the latter morning tomorrow. The removed piece of information is unrelated to the insurance policy itself, and instead relates to our mortgage banking institution. Thus, he need know nothing of it insofar as concerns the home insurance coverage and amount. 

I thus have no guilt. However, I am not going to venture into an explanation of what was afoot.

Okay, my evening is well underway, and I would like to see some T.V., have a beer, and enjoy a little supper before he gets home, so I am ending this post here. I will only say that my wife has remained home the entire day, and that has reduced my blogging window.  

The Outcome of a Dispute With an AliExpress Seller

What spectacular sunny weather we have had hereabout the past three days ─ I was out in the backyard yet again to take in over an hour of afternoon sunning.

By the way, I want to report an update concerning the AliExpress order that I have several times previously spoken about which never arrived. 

To briefly explain, at the beginning of February I had placed an order with two different 'Stores' or sellers at AliExpress; and each order was for two different colours of a type of sleeveless top. Obviously, the specific top each store was selling was a different type from the other store.

According to E-mails that I still have, AliExpress notified me on February 2 that the payments for my two orders had been successful.

Neither order was to require any shipping costs, so my payments were for the tops alone.

On February 5, I received an E-mail from AliExpress declaring that my order for US $21.98 from the store calling itself Shop911494019 Store had shipped and was on its way.

It was not until February 25 that I received a similar E-mail telling me that the second set of tops from Gigante Gym Store had also been shipped. As you may notice, I did not link to that store. When I try, a store calling itself BAODINONG Gigante Gym Store shows up instead.

I was in no rush for the two orders, since the tops were of course hot weather wear ─ not articles of clothing that I would be wearing anytime soon.

Well, on March 18 I was E-mailed by AliExpress that my order from Shop911494019 Store had arrived and could be picked up; however, it had already been delivered that day. This delivery was far sooner than I ever expected!

That delivery led me to check online to see the progress of transit of the second shipment, and lo! I discovered that the order had mysteriously been cancelled on March 9. However, AliExpress had given me until something like May 26 in which I could wait before submitting a dispute, so I began placing enquiries with the seller.

I placed just three at most, I believe, and maybe only two. However, they all went unread ─ right up until I finally got fed up with waiting and lodged a dispute. In doing so, I used this article at MegaBonus.com as my guide: What to Do if the Shipment Was Cancelled on AliExpress?

I actually had to lodge two disputes, one for each colour of the top that I never received. I did so late in the morning or else around midday on May 10, then I went outside and got in some sunning.

When I returned and checked my E-mails, AliExpress had already responded with two messages, one for each of the tops ─ this is a screenshot of one of the messages, for of course they were identical:

I checked my VISA card online, but no refund had as yet been made. However, as the screenshot shows, that could take anywhere from three to 20 business days.

Then yesterday I received a message from them asking if I would complete a satisfaction survey now that the refund had taken place. That of course led me to check my VISA card online again, and I discovered that the dual refunds had taken place on May 11th ─ a mere day after they had first notified me that my disputes were valid.

So I am nothing but happy with AliExpress! It wasn't their fault that one of their sellers was faulty ─ AliExpress issued me a full refund, and will most likely deal with the seller for restitution.

I have ordered from AliExpress at least once before all of this happened, and that order came through without a hitch, so I will not stop ordering from them just because of this one issue. I just wish that I had receive the two tops.

I made an awkward 1½-minute YouTube video of me modelling the two tops that I did receive ─ I posted it on March 22: My First Attempt at a Product Review.

Oh, heck! It is already after 7:30 p.m., and I want to have a beer and catch some T.V. and a wee bit of supper before my brother returns home from wherever he went to drink early this afternoon.

I had a couple of other topics to discuss, but they will have to wait.

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Unsubstantiated Censorship / Bullying

Although I felt too burned out late yesterday afternoon to care to endure creating even a short post here, there was another reason for not blogging: discouragement.

The afternoon had been sunny and hot, and I had spent well over an hour out in the backyard sunning while wearing naught but a pair of swimming trunks.

When I later came into the house and got around to visiting my webmail Inbox, I found two message that had arrived from ─ believe it or not ─ this very Blogger platform itself.

The first message had arrived at 3:45 p.m.:

Hello,

     As you may know, our community guidelines  
(https://blogger.com/go/contentpolicy) describe the boundaries  
for what we allow – and don't allow – on Blogger. Your post  
entitled 'My Wife's Garden Hatchet-Job' was flagged to us  
for review. We have determined that it violates our  
guidelines and deleted the post, previously at  
http://siamlongingsunfulfilled.blogspot.com/2021/03/ 
my-wifes-garden-hatchet-job.html.

     Why was your blog post deleted?
     Your content has violated our malware and viruses policy.  
Please follow the community guidelines link in this email to  
learn more.

     We encourage you to review the full content of your blog  
posts to make sure that they are in line with our standards as  
additional violations could result in the termination of your blog.

     For more information, please review the following resources:

     Terms of Service: https://www.blogger.com/go/terms
     Blogger community guidelines: https://blogger.com/go/contentpolicy

     Yours sincerely,

     The Blogger Team

The second message had arrived two minutes later:

Hello,

     As you may know, our community guidelines  
(https://blogger.com/go/contentpolicy) describe the boundaries  
for what we allow – and don't allow – on Blogger. Your post  
entitled 'I Was a Victim of Facebook's "Fact Checkers"' was  
flagged to us for review. We have determined that it violates  
our guidelines and deleted the post, previously at  
http://siamlongingsunfulfilled.blogspot.com/2021/03/ 
i-was-victim-of-facebooks-fact-checkers.html.

     Why was your blog post deleted?
     Your content has violated our malware and viruses policy.  
Please follow the community guidelines link in this email to  
learn more.

     We encourage you to review the full content of your blog  
posts to make sure that they are in line with our standards as  
additional violations could result in the termination of your blog.

     For more information, please review the following resources:

     Terms of Service: https://www.blogger.com/go/terms
     Blogger community guidelines: https://blogger.com/go/contentpolicy

     Yours sincerely,

     The Blogger Team

Both posts had been "flagged" for review, and Blogger had subsequently determined that the two posts violated their guidelines, so they had deleted them.

Did that mean that some visitor to my blog had anonymously complained about the two posts?

I was then chastised without any clear explanation of what I had done wrong, except that: "Your content has violated our malware and viruses policy."

Malware and viruses? What did that have to do with anything on my two posts? 

If somehow there was an infection of malware and / or viruses, my entire blog would have been involved ─ not just two posts which, after being surgically removed, would render the rest of my blog healthy once more.

So what in blazes was going on? Tell me what exactly was so criminal about the two posts!

This completely deflated me, and I had no resolve remaining to make a blog that day. After all, how many more of my posts were going to be summarily deleted for no explained reason?

Well, overnight I received two more messages ─ one at 2:52 a.m., and the other at 2:56 a.m., essentially reporting the following:

Hello,

     We have re-evaluated the post[s] against community guidelines  
https://blogger.com/go/contentpolicy. Upon review, the post[s] [have]  
been reinstated. You may access the post[s].

     Yours sincerely,

     The Blogger team

So had somebody ─ a visitor ─ lodged a malicious complaint about the posts, and Blogger then immediately deleted them without even bothering to first check them out? A complainer wins out over a Blogger of many years standing?

Yes, this blog was only begun in January 2019, but I have a private blog that has been in existence since 2008. It used to be public until January 2019, but I was obliged to render it private during that month and thus started up this anonymous blog as the original's public replacement.

So some jerk complained out of malicious intent, and Blogger immediately deleted the posts without first verifying that there was any substance to the complaint? 

Then after someone finally did look at the two posts, they were reinstated a little more than 11 hours later. The complaint had been deemed false.

I felt such offence over the unwarranted censorship that I began checking into migrating my blog to a hosted website where I would have full control of what my content was about. I even sent off an enquiry to webhost Porkbun asking them pointedly if they would react in similar fashion if someone or some monitoring anti-free speech entity approached them to have my posts deleted, or maybe even seek to have my website shut down?

As yet I have not received a response.

I had downloaded a copy of this blog just in case more posts were deleted, for it is my understanding that it is indeed possible to migrate an entire Blogger blog to a hosted website that is using the Wordpress website-building or management system. 

I already have two hosted websites on one account at Porkbun, so I figured that I would set up a distinct third website on a separate account with them.

I still may well do that.

But what I will definitely do for now is download my Blogger blog each time that I publish a new post just in case this affrontery does happen again, and the deleted material does not thereafter get reinstated. If a post is deleted by Blogger, it is forever lost. So at least I will have any such post in its entirety as part of the blog download that I will have made beforehand.

I think that the only other topic I care to venture upon today is mention of the most interesting Odessa Orlewicz video that my younger brother and I watched late yesterday morning on T.V. via our Android TV Box. She had live-streamed the video on Thursday: May 13th- I Interview Nova Scotian Ex Mason Joe Hazelton Who Left Masonry And Turned To God.

The interview video was not much under two hours in duration, but definitely interesting, as I said. My brother and I do look forward to any follow-ups with the gent.

I have two photo that I want to present now that I took during the latter noon hour today while my younger brother was in the front yard doing some weed-whacking. At the same time, my eldest (26 years old) stepson was getting set to ride off on his Harley-Davidson with some friend who had ridden his own bike here and was stationed out at the mouth of the driveway:

The pair of photos were candid shots that I took through our living room window. Unfortunately, I failed to recognize that the amount of zoom I used with the second photo was too unsubstantial. 

However, if I had zoomed much more with that second photo, I would have been unable to get both my brother and the bikers in the same photo.

My brother never did seek a nap after that chore before he headed away for the afternoon to resume his daily drinking somewhere. My youngest stepson (23 years old) was at work, so when my photo subjects both left me home alone, I went out into the backyard awhile later and again put in over an hour of sunning commencing at 2:45 p.m.

And I think that's enough of a report for today. I would like to have a can of strong (8% beer) beer and watch some T.V. now that my evening is underway.

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