I want to place this here at the start of my post just to get it out of the way, for I have been forgetting.
Two days ago, I posted the following image to Facebook along with my own observation as follows:
What's it going to take for people to figure this out and yank their heads out of the sand??
Of course there is no question that these pricks are all steeped into the worst of the eugenics movement, fully believing that our planet needs a profound decrease in its population.
Well, Facebook can't have anything like that go unchallenged, and so I was notified with this:
I am not going to reproduce any link in that notification ─ I refuse to give it any such dignity. However, I can tell you that nowhere was a fact provided to refute anything about that post. Facebook only has to say that something about it is "partly false" ─ but no explanation of just what was false is provided.
The bastards are lying.
And people are still booking their turn at the 'vaccine' game of Russian roulette that is killing are disabling more people than the COVID flu ever did.
People are so abominably effing stupid to still be falling for this homicidal rot.
I mean, bloody Hell ─ think, you clods! You're the origin of the COVID variants ─ not those of us who are un-'vaccinated' and who never seem to get sick. The hospitals are taking in very sick 'vaccinated' people ─ not the un-'vaccinated' despite what the lying mainstream media claims.
I heard today on a 55-minute Odessa Orlewicz video which my younger brother and I watched this morning ─ July 19-Pegasus Tech Spying On Activists, Macron Loses His Mind & Jabba'd Spreading Dis$ease ─ that young people on Twitter have taken to calling this false 'vaccination' "the clot shot". Obviously, that's a witty recognition of the blood clotting dangers even they are faced with from these damned toxic injections.
The healthy young don't get seriously sick from COVID, but they are dying and suffering lifelong medical consequences when they are injected with this lethal 'protection'.
On a related note, after my brother and I had watched that Odessa Orlewicz video, I tuned in a 17-minute Stew Peters Show report: HORRIFIC! - FIVE Jet Blue Airlines Pilots DEAD, Media Intentionally Hiding Vaxx Fears.
People need to learn about these things ─ not keep their heads buried deep in the sand.
Incidentally, the Odessa Orlewicz video link is to her YouTube video ─ she had foolishly failed to load it anywhere else where it would not be in jeopardy of being banned by the host media. Odessa concentrates far too much on livestreaming her videos to Facebook and YouTube instead of just creating a show and then uploading it somewhere far more secure.
It is a vain weakness or flaw in her.
But allow me to report on last evening.
My wife had shown up early in the evening, but I did not let that deter me from getting to bed quite early ─ maybe no later than 9:30 p.m.
I was to manage to get to sleep until the point in time arrived where I was aware of her fussing about in the bedroom for some while, and it occurred to me that she seemed likely readying for bed ─ I had been considering shifting positions to find a further bout of sleep.
When she opportunely exited the bedroom to go into the bathroom, I checked the time, and was very much surprised to find that it was 1:47 a.m.
I hardly ever sleep that well upon retiring early in the evening.
So I rose ─ I had work to get done here at my computer. No one else in the house was up; and when my wife at last went to bed, I alone was up. Of course, my eldest stepson was not home ─ he is working a graveyard shift this week.
I was not to return to bed until after 6 a.m.
At the time, I wondered if I might sleep too long and fail to rise in time to get downstairs by 10 a.m. to join my brother for our usual latter morning T.V. togetherness wherein I operate our Android TV Box and provide programming that he would not likely otherwise see, for he doesn't know how to operate that device, nor can he use a computer.
Well, after some sleep, I woke to check the time and found that it was not much after 8 a.m. ─ too bloody early. So I sought further sleep. I think that I may have lapsed into some when my wife's stirrings disturbed me. She was up and fussing about, and then went to the bathroom.
A time check revealed that it was not yet 9 a.m., so I rose and dressed.
It developed that she was to work today at her friend's Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time. When she has a full day there, her starting time is 11 a.m.
I came here to my computer, which I keep in a small room next to my bedroom; and toward 10 a.m. went downstairs to boil water for a black instant coffee and to then join my brother.
We were to watch T.V. as already described, and then I followed the Stew Peters Show with an episode of Inside No. 9 ─ specifically, season four's episode three ("Once Removed"). For a 'dark comedy' series, this episode had nothing funny about it ─ as is very often the case, it was quite bloody and murderous.
The last show we were to watch was an episode of Black Sails ─ season two's episode seven ("XV.").
At that show's conclusion, it was almost 1 p.m., so my brother sought his bedroom for some rest before leaving for the afternoon to ultimately resume his daily drinking somewhere.
I got to work on the start of this post.
Eventually I stopped to both have some exercise and to get in some backyard sunning, putting in well over 65 minutes commencing at 2:41 p.m., and attired in just my swimming trunks.
Thereafter, I finally had my day's first meal ─ a rather filling affair that necessitated a return to bed for a deep and needed nap.
Upon checking the time after eventually waking from it, I was almost startled to find that it was around 6:30 p.m. ─ I had to hasten to return to work on this post, for I want time this evening to enjoy a cold can of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol) while watching some T.V. before having a light supper.
And then I will be getting to bed early once again so that I can sit up in the weest a.m. hours working on various things ─ mainly here at my computer.
With all of that explained, I shall here take my leave until next I blog.
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