My Rebuttal to a Self-Identifying Christian's Federal Election Apathy

It may have been around 4:30 a.m. when I returned to bed this morning after I rose around 11:45 p.m. last night to get some work done here at my computer. I had sought my latter evening nap ahead of 9 p.m. even though my wife was home because I was not interested in any further T.V., and her general incommunicative treatment of me elicits my reciprocation to her.

At least I had earlier garnered her promised participation in the coming federal electoral process, for she calculated that she ought to be able to advance vote on September 11 (no other day was convenient for her). 

I will likely have to apply some push when that date draws nigh. However, between that and my youngest stepson's address to me around 10 a.m. this morning concerning an E-mail that I had sent him and his older brother yesterday concerning the extremely encouraging People's Party of Canada (PPC) COVID platform, I feel confident that the PPC will be getting four of the five possible votes in our household.

I don't know what my eldest stepson is intending to do. He definitely has no other political interests ─ my sole concern is that his apathy may extend to not bothering to vote at all, as is his usual course. My resolve is to not allow that to happen ─ this is the most important Canadian election of my lifetime, and I am 71 years old.

This morning my younger brother and I watched an excellent video round table that Odessa Orlewicz hosted last evening revolving entirely around the crucial importance of getting as many candidates voted into the 338 ridings (electoral districts) across Canada as possible ─ candidates who are staunchly against continuing any of this phony COVID plandemic / scamdemic / casedemic nonsense: Canada's Independent Researchers & Journalists and Reporters Come Together For A Night Of Unity To Discuss Tyranny And The Election. 

The video was just over 1¾ hours in duration, but it was most investing. We watched it on T.V. via our Android TV Box ─ watching it together on a computer would not likely have happened. And since my brother is computer-illiterate, the only access he has to such videos are when I choose to tune them in via our Android TV Box for us to watch on T.V.

As Odessa identified her several guests:

Laura-Lynn Tyler Thompson, Wayne [Peters] from What's Up Canada, Drea [Humphries] from Rebel News, Rick Dignard from Children's Health Defense and Impac BC, You-Tube reporter Ron Vaillant, You tube reporter Mark Friesen Grizzly Patriot, Ted Kuntz investigator, researcher and podcaster.

I want to illustrate here a profound instance of utter Christian apathy.

I first came to know Sandy possibly as far back as the mid-1980s, and even then she professed herself to be devoutly Christian. She is firmly convinced that these COVID-19 'vaccinations' are Satan's means of identifying those who have submitted to him ─ the 'mark of the Beast' quite literally.

To be 'vaccinated' with the COVID-19 products that are being touted is to accept the Beat's mark.

So I have been trying to encourage her to be sure and vote for the only party (the PPC) who are standing against this outrage.    

This was her first reply: 

I don't vote.
Haven't for years.
I voted once for first time 3-4-years ago.
But I don't vote anymore. 
And just pray for the right one to get in.🙂🙏

I then responded:

So ... if the majority of people are evil, and they want to vote for someone evil ... then somehow the result can be different if good people just sit at home and pray for a different result instead of actually trying to make it happen by voting for someone good?

I'm afraid that we're only going to get whomever it is that gets the most votes. I doubt that God is going to miraculously create a bunch of fake ones. 

Her only excuse was a huge cartoon animation of a crying starfish like might be from a SpongeBob feature, with the large lettering SORRY above and just behind it, and these words:

I'm just 1-person out of millions of Christians.
Most Christians will vote.
No worries.
I will see ok.
Not sure though.

Well, I'm sure. She won't lift a finger to help herself.

And then when her feet are in the fire because she's going to have to get 'vaccinated' or lose her social assistance that she lives on, she'll be whining, "Oh, woe is me! How can this be happening?!"

Yes, how indeed.

I have yet to hear back after these concluding words of mine to her:

Sandy, I am afraid that you're blind if you think God is going to do everything for you, and you don't have to lift a finger to try and help yourself.

Good people are supposed to stand against evil ─ not do nothing and just cower beneath their beds and pray that someone else will make it go away.

This is the simplest thing in the world ─ stand and join the rebellion and vote against this evil.

If the Liberals or Conservatives or any of the other main political parties get a majority win in the election, they can do what they want to us for the next four years. And by then, elections might not even be possible anymore.

It will be too late to try and fight back. Canada will belong to the evilest among us.

Basically, you will have welcomed Satan with open arms, not even registering one little "No!" of defiance in the coming election.

It is truly that simple.

However, enough of that topic for today.

While I was up overnight, a couple of times I heard the rain pouring down for a short while on each occasion. It did not last, but a steady rain appeared late in the morning until it, too, ceased.

The afternoon has had a few sunny breaks, but there have still been vast expanses of dark sky.

My wife had to work a full day today at her friend's Thai restaurant, so she left on her drive in plenty of time to make the restaurant's 11 a.m. opening.

My eldest stepson has an afternoon shift; and his younger brother left to go to work around midday. Thus, when my younger brother left toward mid-afternoon to eventually resume his daily drinking somewhere, I was home by myself.

It is still late in the afternoon as I type these words, but I want to bring this post to a close and have a bath. Then, if I think that I still have sufficient time for one, I would perhaps like to tune in a Christmas movie as yet undetermined.

The only other thing I care to mention is that for a couple of days now, I have been weighing in ─ while stripped down to my undershorts ─ at 178 pounds as a maximum; possibly 177 pounds might be nearer the truth. The scale is the analogue variety, and not digital, so the needle's 'accurate' placement is always open to some flexible interpretation.

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Our Federal Election Voter's Cards Have Arrived!

It certainly is a relief to me when my eldest son has an afternoon or graveyard shift and I am not forced to ensure that I return to bed well ahead of 5 a.m. weekday mornings before he notices that I am still up ─ otherwise I have to stay up to be certain that he has locked the front door when he leaves for work.

If he sees my light on here upstairs, he won't lock the door.

He has begun an afternoon shift this week, so now I am able to be more liberal with my time overnight. Yet that said, this morning I found myself fighting to get back to bed by 6:30 a.m. ─ much too late to be doing so. By the time I managed to get back to sleep, when I later took a check of the time it was already just after 10 a.m. ─ that's when I am usually downstairs to watch some T.V. with my younger brother!

Obviously I had to put in a hustle to get myself up and hie myself on downstairs to join him, and then get our Android TV Box into action.

Unfortunately, I needed time beforehand to locate and set up any videos of a scamdemic / plandemic / casedemic nature that I might want for us to watch on media platforms such as BitChute or Rumble and so forth, so any of that viewing material was out. 

Thus, in the main, we spent most of our viewing time together watching regular T.V. shows, leading off with an episode of The Graham Norton Show ─ specifically, season 28's episode 12. 

I must here admit, though, that none of the guests meant anything to me: Olly Alexander, David Mitchell, Mel Giedroyc, Anya Taylor-Joy, Jimmy Fallon, Regina King, and Yungblud. Sure, I am very familiar with Jimmy Fallon, but I rarely watch the show ─ there is too much silliness for this 71-year-old. I'm not yet senile ─ I still have an outlook of an adult, and not a juvenile or child.

And I have heard the name of Regina King, but I know nothing of her ─ I don't even know if I have ever even seen her before; so she was basically an unknown. As well, she, Anya Taylor-Joy, and Jimmy Fallon were remote guests through video links, so they were only 'present' for a short portion of the show.

One excellent thing that came of watching the episode was that I now have the names of at least a couple of series to try out. Normally I would have likely passed by The Queen's Gambit, but I will give it a try. I did not realize until I referred to her Wikipedia biography that I am familiar with actress Anya Taylor-Joy as a result of a recurring role she had in Peaky Blinders. The character name Gina Gray doesn't ring any bells, but I can now place her as a result of her very unusual eyes ─ I was quite struck by her beauty / looks as a rich young woman who was an expert on racing horses, and who had a fling with Tommy Shelby (of course). 

So yes, I would like to see her again ─ the miniseries The Queen's Gambit is becoming most likely as a candidate to tune in. 

Rock singer Yungblud looked like he was not going to appeal to me. However, he was featured as an interviewee towards the end of the show after his musical performance, and I found myself rather liking the young fellow despite his very punkish looks ─ or his music.

My brother and I also watched an episode of Arrow (season seven's episode 15) and Deadbeat (season three's episode five).

After my brother sought some bed rest before he left for the afternoon to eventually end up engaging his daily drinking somewhere, I also opted to get some rest in my bed. My brother was still here for a while afterwards ─ he is usually gone. He tends to be quite eager to get away.

We've had an overcast day, so sunning has been off the cards.

I want to mention that our household had all five of our voter's cards come in today's mail, and that motivated me to see just who the candidates are for our riding in the upcoming September 20 federal election.

I now see who it is from the People's Party of Canada that I will be voting for: a Joe Kennedy. I apparently live in the Surrey Centre riding of the Fraser Valley and Southern Lower Mainland area.

This is what has me fully converted:

A People’s Party government will:

• Promote a rational and scientifically based approach to the pandemic that focuses on the protection of the most vulnerable, guarantees the freedom of Canadians to make decisions based on informed consent, and rejects coercion and discrimination.
• Fire the Chief Public Health Officer of Canada Theresa Tam and replace her with someone who will work with provincial agencies to implement a rational approach to the pandemic, instead of following the recommendations of the World Health Organization.
• Repeal vaccine mandates and regular testing for federal civil servants and workers in federally regulated industries.
• Repeal vaccine passports for travellers.
• Oppose vaccine mandates, vaccine passports, and other authoritarian measures imposed by provincial governments, and support individuals and groups that challenge such measures in court.
• Support emergency provincial measures to protect the most vulnerable, but stop bailing out provinces that impose economically destructive lockdowns.
• Support medical research and development of therapies to treat covid-19 and other viral diseases.
  

Where concerns that second point about firing Theresa Tam, she and every lying provincial health officer should not only be fired; but they should be brought to court and charged with wilful murder. 

I am 71 years old, and I have never before voted for any party ─ federally and provincially ─ but the NDP. That nearly lifelong trend has not only come to an end, but I cannot see now that I will ever vote for that party as long as I may live.

They are as corrupt and deceitful as all of the other main parties.

That's my say for today ─ I want to get in some T.V. time and find a Christmas movie, and have a beer or two, so I am calling it a day right here.

Or maybe not where the movie is concerned ─ my wife just showed up. I will have to watch something more mainstream.

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A Two-Memorial Weekend and Now a New Death

This is the first Sunday that I can remember in many months in which my wife has been home. Granted, she left in the latter morning and was away until nearly 4 p.m. after cooking up some special dish to take somewhere.

And I have just now confirmed for myself where that destination was by checking the Facebook page of the 'main suspect' ─ the Thai Buddhist Wat Budhapanyanantarama in Burnaby:

 

My wife is in each of those images, but she is most prominent as the woman in the left foreground in the two group poses where everyone is seated on the floor and facing the cameraman.

As for the occasion, I suspect that it is a Buddhist memorial service on behalf of my wife's friend (and employer) whose father recently died. The friend is married to the only Farang in the images, and is the short lady standing beside him at the buffet table.

I recognize one other gal in the photos, but there is no sense pointing her out when I have no intention of naming anyone.

Coincidentally, early yesterday afternoon my younger brother and I attended the memorial in Chilliwack for Earl, the husband of our late maternal Aunt Nell who herself died a few years back. Earl died on the 14th earlier this month.

My brother and I have known Earl ever since our Aunt Nell moved to Surrey with her large family and close 'associates' at least as far back as 1974

One yet further coincidence related to passings is that after my brother and I arrived at the cemetery gathering, our cousin Randy informed us that early in the a.m. overnight, his good friend "Duck" (Don) had died. 

Don was part of the "associates" who came to Surrey along with my Aunt's family ─ he was like another member of their family. So obviously, my brother and I had known him for as long as we had known Earl. 

Don basically died just about exactly two weeks after did Earl. Both were unwell, but Earl was 86; Don was only around 75.

Anyway, following the memorial, most of us went to my younger cousin Wendy's home. Food had been prepared; and I bought a 24-can case of Old Style Pilsner (for $45 even).

It was good to see some of our maternal relatives once more, for it has been two or even three years since we last got together with any of them ─ that was for another memorial for "Jock" (John), an older brother of Wendy who was a casualty of cancer.

I was quite surprised when I mentioned my old friend William ─ whom they all knew as "Big" Bill back in the 1970s and through to the 1990s, and who had moved over to the Victoria area of Vancouver Island ─ has been in a full care facility for several years now. He is basically bed-ridden, and wears a catheter and likely a 'diaper'; but he's 75 years old, and none of us ever thought he'd reach old age.

Anyway, what was surprising to me was that everyone thought that he had died a few years ago.

I had some extended conversations individually with my cousin Tim, and my two first-cousins-once-removed, Brady and Grant. 

In each case, the topics of discussion revolved around COVID-19 'vaccinations' and the "vaccine passports", as well as the political parties relating to such mandates.

Although all three gents were against these mandates, they had all been 'vaccinated'. I don't know why my cousin Tim was ─ possibly because he wanted to take a flight to Calgary a while back. What particularly surprised me, though, was how ill-informed Tim is about what's going on with all of this nonsense. He even said that he plans to vote for Trudeau's Liberals in the coming September 20 federal election.

This was nigh flabbergasting to me ─ I could scarcely believe that Tim was this benighted and ill-informed. I expected more of him.

Brady was extremely aware of what's going on in the world concerning this rampant lunacy, from what I could tell. But his view is that 'vaccinations' are inevitable, as are the "vaccine passports". And although his place of employment has not yet mandated the shots, he is expecting it to be done.

I think that he's only around 50, so he is still a working man. As well, he said that he wants to be able to travel to Las Vegas soon.

Grant is only around 40 years of age, but he has a family to support (Brady only has an adult son, and is otherwise single) ─ if not for the family he is responsible for, he said, and if it was just himself, he would fight all of these mandates and restrictions to his bitter last breath.

I suspected from what I had seen in Facebook that Grant seemed to be savvy; but now that I've talked with him as extensively as I have, I am extremely impressed with the young man.

My brother and I had gone to Wendy's home expecting that we might end up partying and then be having to spend the night. 

However, only Brady and Grant were doing any drinking; and then finally Brady left with his brother Shane and their father Randy ─ and the women folk that had been their accompaniment.

Having just Grant to drink with hardly made it seem worthwhile to be spending the night, so Mark decided that we would drive back early in the evening.

And for the first time in a long, long time, I remained up with him and watched T.V. together until I finally called it quits around 11:20 p.m. and went to bed. I had sacrificed all hope of doing any grocery shopping this morning.

I only drank one of my cans of strong (8% alcohol) beer last evening, and at Wendy's I only drank four of those Old Style Pilseners. But I am unaccustomed to drinking, so I did feel the alcohol.

I especially had it affect me after I had gone to bed for the night.

My wife was not here when we got home ─ she had not come home Friday night, so she was not here Saturday when my brother and I left for Chillwack. I was not expecting to have her home until probably Monday evening at earliest (she tends to spend her weekends somewhere in Vancouver).

And so it was most unexpected last night to become aware that my wife was home and coming to bed! I have no idea when that was, for by then I was feeling the alcohol withdrawal consequences as they affect one's sleep.

Yet although I did my best to remain in bed to sleep as long as I could, I actually rose just after 7:30 a.m.

And I never did nap today. I even spent a little over an hour out in the backyard sunshine while attired in just a pair of cargo shorts ─ that began at 3:02 p.m. So my wife returned home before I was quite done.

My brother and I only watched one show together in the latter morning, but it was a video nearly 2¼ hours in duration: The Awareness Foundation Covid 19 Roundtable. As the video description states, the video "roundtable" featured participants that included Dr. Dolores Cahill, Dr. Ryan Cole, Dr. Richard Fleming, Dr. Dmitry Kats, Dr. Tess Lawrie, Dr. Li-Meng Yan, Dr. Robert Malone, Dr. Peter McCullough, Dr. Joseph Mercola, Dr. Lee Merritt, Dr. Sherri Tenpenny, Dr. Richard Urso, Dr. Sam White, and Dr. Vladimir Zelenko.

Neither my brother's nor my interests flagged ─ at times, there was some heat due to how challenging Dr. Robert Malone was to a few of the others (most particularly Dr. Lee Merritt). 

My brother and I both recognize that Dr. Malone seems to draw the line when to comes to ascribing anything utterly sinister behind what is going on. He won't even condemn the 'vaccines' for everyone ─ he contends that they can still be of benefit to most people beginning with those well into their middle years.  

I don't know if he is hedging himself against feeling the full wrath of 'the Establishment' that would be incurred by taking a stronger position than he seems to want to do, or if he truly is that near-sighted.

Okay, I am going to post this Facebook video that was probably automatically created from some recent photos of my wife:

Incidentally, in a few of the photos she is flourishing some of the health-related products that she sells on behalf of Thailand's The iCon Group. 

It is after 7 p.m. right now, and she is seeking a nap in preparation for leaving us for Vancouver ─ she won't be spending the night. I should have retrieved a can of the strong beer that I keep on hand beneath our bed ─ maybe I will make do with a little red wine instead while I watch some T.V.

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Action4Canada's Long-Awaited Legal Action (Featuring Rocco Galati)

Following my poor latter evening nap yesterday, I was probably up again around 12:30 a.m. My wife had not worked that day, so she had been home the entire while. However, she had a full day scheduled today at the Thai restaurant where she works part-time, so she was not to remain up for too much longer.

As I usually do, I put in some work on the latest post that I have in draft at one of my two Porkbun hosted websites, and then i switched over to add a post into my private Blogger blog.

In switching over, the menu for this public blog first appeared because this was where I had last made a post. So imagine when I saw the following notice:

This post was unpublished because it violates Blogger's community guidelines. To republish, please update the content to adhere to the guidelines. 

This notice did not apply to just one post ─ I noticed at least eight different posts marked as being affected.

But why? Absolutely no reason was given ─ just that absolutely useless reference to "community guidelines" that is wide open to anyone's interpretation. 

I suspect that there may have been content related to the scamdemic / plandemic / casedemic and the deadly and wholly unnecessary mandated 'vaccines' that are being used to force the world's populations into compliance. However, I write about this in lots of posts ─ why just the ones I noticed if that is indeed why the posts were banned / censored?

Whatever the reason, I have pretty much had it with Blogspot / Blogger. I have been with these pricks since 2008, and have over 4,100 posts. Each post, despite some content such as mentioned, are also personal journal entries that speak of the specific day in which I make a post.

Blogspot / Blogger is in effect censoring my personal history. Of course, it is really Google doing it, for Google owns the platform.

And so now I am considering taking the step of leasing a new website at Porkbun and having it hosted with them, as much as I hate to incur the additional drain to my already inadequate monthly pension.

I just may research what I need to do later today if I find the time once I finish and publish this specific post.

And speaking of that taboo subject matter, I found the following exciting message in my E-mail Inbox ─ it had arrived at 12:39 a.m. last night from Action4Canada:

Action4Canada and the Constitutional Rights Centre are very pleased to announce that the Statement of Claim for the BC/Federal legal action has been filed.

On August 16th, 2021, Action4Canada formally filed legal action in the BC Supreme Court, to hold multiple parties accountable for their actions with respect to COVID-19 measures. The defendants include: the Government of Canada, the Government of British Columbia, various public health officers, the Canadian Broadcasting Corporation, and others. Action4Canada is committed to defending faith, family and freedom.

Statement of Claim

View the full Statement of Claim here.

Action4Canada and the Constitutional Rights Centre believe the government is infringing on human rights and have exceeded their authority causing irreparable harm. Their actions appear to constitute criminal negligence, breach of trust, incitement of hatred, crimes against humanity committed against our elderly, our children and society at large, by withholding life-saving treatments, causing extreme psychological trauma due to the ordering of isolation, lockdowns, masking, social distancing and, without making full, true and plain disclosure of the known risks thereof, mandating and promoting dangerous experimental medical injections which they know, or ought to know, cause adverse reactions and death.

The government’s dictatorial and unlawful measures and their out-of-control spending, in response to COVID-19 are further destroying our businesses, our communities, and our economy. Many small businesses have been forced to close. Furthermore, the escalating national debt is putting the future of our children and grandchildren at risk.

The measures are in violation of the Constitution and nearly every section of the Charter of Rights and Freedoms. Canadians have “guaranteed” rights. Such as Section 7 of the Charter and 1(a) of the Bill of Rights; “the right to life, liberty and security of the person and the right not to be deprived thereof except in accordance with the principles of fundamental justice”.

The government’s actions are putting our sovereignty, national security, and our democracy at risk.  

Press Conference for Action4Canada's Legal Action Filing

My younger brother watched almost all of that 51-minute press conference video with me midday today, and we both had to observe that 'legal eagle' Rocco Galati is not exactly a skilled orator ─ we are hoping that he is far more effective in a court room.

However, what are the chances that any judge selected to hear the case is not going to already be in collusion with the 'powers that be' and render this entire effort for naught?

Incidentally, Rocco's mostly silent co-host was of course Tanya Gaw. I have no idea on the lady's age, but I find her to possess remarkably beautiful features for a senior.

And I say that as a 71-year-old.

I want to leave this topic for today and comment briefly on the weather.

I was up until maybe 4:30 a.m. this morning; and when I rose again just after 9 a.m., I saw that in the interim it had rained a fair amount. Nevertheless, the day slowly cleared such that in the afternoon I could have spent time sitting out in the backyard benefiting from some sunshine, but I just did not have the time.

First off, I needed an early afternoon nap, and then I had to get to work on this post. And as already said, I would like to research getting a new domain name and website set up with Porkbun.

Unfortunately as I type these words at the present at 4:51 p.m., my eyes are bothering me quite badly. Overnight I was never far from what felt like an eyestrain headache, the vague threat of which probably had to do with the debilitating state that I found myself in late yesterday afternoon after spending an hour or so lying upon my brother's bed in his absence.

I could barely write the post that I created in this blog thereafter. It was as if I had incurred a temporarily debilitating 'small' stroke or something. I had even checked my E-mails and found myself unable to understand what I was seeing there, deleting 30 or more of them in my witless confusion.

Anyway, as for missing out on some afternoon sunshine today, I am not too concerned because tomorrow afternoon my brother and I will be attending the memorial for our late maternal Aunt Nell Primrose's husband Earl that will be held at 1:30 p.m. at a distant Chilliwack cemetery (we live in Surrey). Afterwards, there will be a gathering at the large property of our cousin Wendy who lives out that way.

Now, I have no idea at all what my brother is considering doing ─ that is, whether to hang around and drink with those relations of ours who will be doing so; or to leave sensibly early for the long drive back home.

If he plans that we will be remaining there overnight, then I will be getting plenty of sunshine, I have no doubt.

The final item I want to bring up was that early two evenings ago, I finally watched the series finale of Good Witch. I did not realize that the series was actually concluding, and not just the season.

Sure, it's a Hallmark production, and thus soap opera-like family entertainment. But even so, it did grow on me over the seasons.

Heck, I even grew to care for often snooty mayor Martha Tinsdale, as played by chubby Catherine Disher. I actually came to understand how she could have a husband (as played by Paul Miller) who was so devoted to her, as she was to him.

There were a number of cast members whom I would not mind commenting on, but I don't have the time, alas. I will say that I was not too fussy that the lead character's younger cousin who comes to town in the sixth (or second-to-last) season and remains through to the end turned out to be lesbian ─ it just seems to me that far too many series seem to see the need to write in a gay angle.

Anyway, I only just now discovered that I am previously very familiar with the actress portraying that lesbian cousin Joy. Actress Katherine Barrell also portrays a lesbian ─ this time a sheriff ─ in the T.V. series Wynonna Earp. In that series, she is the 'love interest' of Wynonna Earp's young sister Waverly.

I think that I will attempt a session of exercises that I still have scheduled for out in the backyard toolshed today, and then have a bath. Those two activities ought to revitalize my worn out eyes.

And that is it for today.

Oh! I DO have one more item. Overnight on behalf of my brother, I placed an order to Amazon Canada for some Miracle Mineral solution (MMS) ─ we shall see now if it makes it here from the U.S. where it is being shipped. 

So I will certainly have more to say about that in upcoming posts.

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A Transient Ischemic Attack?

Something has seriously gone amiss with me after lying down on my younger brother's bed for an hour or so this afternoon while he has been away, and then rising none too well whatsoever around 5 p.m.   

It took me over 20 minutes to compose both the both and this second sentence ─ something has seriously happened with my brain. I think I have had a possible stroke or something.

Even my vision is a little worse than usual.

I am going to keep this post short, for I do not understand what has happened with me.

Overnight I worked here at my computer after some latter evening sleep, and I returned to bed towards 4:40 a.m. without my wife showing up after her full work day on Wednesday at the Thai restaurant where she works part-time.  

Between that return to bed and around 6 p.m., I had to twice rise to micturate, which made no sense at all, for I only drank a glass of water in all the while that I was up overnight beginning no later than 12:30 a.m.

I finally became aware of my wife coming to bed; and although I never checked the time, I supposed that it must have been around 7 a.m. She remained in bed until something like 1:30 p.m. or later this afternoon, by which time my younger brother had already left to ultimately resume his daily drinking somewhere.

I was to learn from my wife that her boss ─ who is also her very close friend ─ had apparently learned of the death of her father back in Thailand, so I expect that my wife stayed with her to help her handle the loss. 

My wife is having her own crisis in that it seems that her boss / friend feels that she has no choice but to comply with our accursed provincial health officer Bonnie Henry and our NDP premier John Horgan and their revelation this past Monday declaring that as of September 13, restaurants are going to have to require medical apartheid ('vaccine passports') here in British Columbia.

I am having such trouble composing in this post ─ there is something most unwell with me.

At any rate, my wife further laments that she wants to be able to see her mother in Thailand within the reasonable future, but that is of course not possible without a damned 'vaccination'.

I swear, if my wife gets forced to have a 'vaccination' and she turns out to be one of those who become a casualty of that horrible toxic genetic experiment, I will not allow her to go unavenged. Neither Bonnie Henry nor John Horgan will get away with the murder of my wife.

I am 71 years old ─ if I am to end my life attempting to commit an act or even two of vengeance, I do not care. I am beyond fed up with the lies those two weak cowards keep mouthing.

My wife has not had to work today, so she has been home throughout. Tomorrow will probably be another of her full days, however.

The day has not only been heavily overcast, but we have had a fair amount of needed rain today.

I am honestly struggling to properly put together words that result in proper sentences ─ could I have had a small stroke, I wonder? Something is not right. I am going to stop here for today.

Summer Is Definitely in Descension

Ever seemingly inadequately slept, I wanted to sun this afternoon, but after my younger brother and I had finished watching some shows together over the latter morning and through much of the noon hour, he sought some bed rest ere busing off for the afternoon to hook up with one or two of his drinking buddies at a pub they rendezvous at on a near-weekly basis.

I found that I had also declined, so I sought my own nap, figuring to sun thereafter.

I roused around 2 p.m. and opted to have a snack before spending time in the backyard, or I would not have the vigour afterwards for the day's scheduled exercises which today revolve around my 42½-pound dumbbell.

So I fixed up something to eat, and played Microsoft FreeCell (I imagine I have a bootleg version) ─ as it would happen, I was presented with a particularly difficult game that occupied me until around 3 p.m. before I finally won the darned thing.

And then to my dismay, I was to discover that the sky had lightly clouded over in every direction.

Well, since I had failed to nap as well as I needed, and since my occupations since then here at my computer had left my eyes worn out, I decided to have another go at a nap.

I was to succeed, and found it to be something like 4:20 p.m. when I checked the time. And now the sky was reasonably sunny once more, although the blue was reduced by threads of wispy white cloud everywhere.

Had this greeted me around 3 p.m. instead of the more eclipsing light cloud cover, I probably would have sat outside then. But it was getting too late now, and the Sun was definitely weak. I know that I could probably have sat out back fully clothed, and not broken into any noticeable perspiration.

I would be wasting time when I had other things to be doing, such as working on this post. Unfortunately, my weather understanding is that the next two days will be too cloudy for sunning ─ we may even have some rain.

Concerning the shows my brother and I watched earlier today, the first two were videos recorded by Odessa Orlewicz on Monday.

The first was Aug 23- I Interview Tania The H**rrbalist- The Big FFFFArma Take Over Of Herbs And Nature.

I have heard of Tania the Herbalist, but this is the first time I have seen her. She's definitely a beauty!

The video source I am forced to link to is at Odessa's YouTube account, but as she correctly says during the video, she is always in jeopardy of having her account or specific videos suspended or even banned. She also says that the video will be available at Liberti.com/Odessa and at her Rumble account, but here it is two days later, and that statement is still completely false.

It seems to me that Odessa is more concerned with cranking out new videos than properly uploading ones that she has already streamed; she should be focusing on putting them on far more secure platforms that YouTube and / or Facebook.

But she is 'addicted' to both services, and continues being halfhearted about the other platforms where  her viewer count is much lower. This is a vain weakness I wish that she would overcome.

The second video was So What People Make Up Black$rokkk And Vann$guarddd And Why Should We Care?, and it was recorded immediately following the first one with Tania.  

If Odessa would quit catering and cowing to the likes of YouTube and Facebook, she could use bold and proper adult language instead of employing babyish jargon in lieu of correct terminology because of her dread of having her videos banned by the censors.

Yes, she always claims that she needs her followers at YouTube to easily find her videos, so she caters to them. But she also constantly tells everyone at YouTube to go to the other platforms to find her permanently hosted videos ─ if the viewers cannot be bothered to do so, what the hell kind of followers are they, then?

Get some sense, girl. Forget "followers" who just won't follow you anywhere else ─ they're not worth it!

The only other show my brother and I were to watch was an episode of The Jonathan Ross Show ─ specifically, season 16's episode six. I admit, though, that I have never heard of any of the guests: Michael McIntyre, Joe Wicks, nor Little Mix.

The girls were cute enough, and I did enjoy watching them perform their 'number' at the end of the show.

Anyway, it was following that episode that my brother sought his bed rest, and then I soon enough followed suit, rising to find that he had already gone. I've had my youngest stepson home the day, however.

For a week or more, my brother has been encouraging me to place an order for some Miracle Mineral Solution (MMS), so I believe that I am going to check into this now and maybe see about placing an order.

I also want to mention something that I forgot to include in yesterday's post ─ my weigh-in following a session of afternoon sunning on an empty stomach: at very most, 177 pounds. I do believe it credible that I was actually slightly under that. And if that is so, then I don't think that I have not ever weighed lighter in my entire adult life (I am 71 years old).

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Vaccine Passports Coming to B.C. September 13 ─ How Can This Be?

Upon exiting the bathroom early last evening following my bath, I was a little surprised to find that my wife was home and downstairs in the kitchen. Nevertheless, I did not let her presence later deter me from seeking my latter evening nap right around 9 p.m. even though there was as yet no sign of my younger brother returning home from wherever it was that he was drinking.

I suppose that I slept a little better than I usually do, for I felt uncommonly refreshed when I checked the time well ahead of midnight. However, my brother was still watching T.V., so I just lay atop my bed and waited him out. 

He finally went to bed around 12:15 a.m.

I could have risen earlier, of course; but my wife was shut up in this room using it for her own purposes, and thus I had nowhere else to go. She was still using the room when I came forth from our bedroom, but I still had my teeth to brush, so I went downstairs to get some coconut oil and lie on the chesterfield for the next 15 - 20 minutes to laboriously tend to that chore.

My computer was mine by the time I was done.

And since my wife was to have to work a full day today at her friend's Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time with an 11 a.m. start of those scheduled full days, she didn't remain up too much later. Both of her sons had already retired for the night.

The eldest lad is on a day shift this week, so after getting most of what I wanted done overnight, I had to drop the little that remained undone and begin readying to return back to bed when I heard his alarm come on around 4:45 a.m.

As often enough explained before, if he sees that I am up, he will not bother locking the front door when he finally leaves for work. Consequently, I either have to hustle back to bed; or be prepared to sit up until after he leaves for work which could be as much as an hour later.

I remained in bed until maybe 9:20 a.m., and emerged from the bedroom to find that my brother was not downstairs with the T.V. on. He has of late been picking up and driving his girlfriend Bev to work now that she is back with a part-time schedule after being off work for several months. She only lives about than four blocks from the job, but she has dangerously high blood pressure that has brought her close to fainting; and so my brother is being solicitous.

I checked to ensure that his van was gone, and that he was not just seeking to sleep in.    

I had at least three videos that I hoped for us to watch via our Android TV Box, and usually he is back by maybe 10:20 a.m. ─ but not so this time.

My wife rose and readied for work, finally leaving, and still he was not back.

He never returned until almost noon ─ far too late to bother watching anything at all. I did go downstairs to see if he had discovered that our corrupt provincial health officer Bonnie Henry's latest lying face mask mandates were in place anywhere he might have been, but it seems that the only place he had been was a hospital or some such in New Westminster where he had taken Bev for an appointment ─ testing, I imagine.

He dutifully had to wait for her to finally be released so he could bring her back home.

He was making some sort of repair on the vacuum cleaner and had the T.V. still off, so I came upstairs and just sought an early nap. Before I lapsed into any sleep, I heard him apparently vacuuming his van outside.

It was 1:18 p.m. when I next checked the time. My brother's van was still here, so I assumed that he was having some rest in his own bedroom. No one else was apparently home.

However, soon I heard him come into the house ─ he must have gone somewhere nearby afoot.

Anyway, he never did seek bed rest. He will no doubt be burning out after he heads away for the afternoon to eventually resume his daily drinking somewhere. His tolerance will be lower than usual ─ or I should say, his capacity to retain consciousness once he is back home will be much reduced.

He had the news that our corrupt provincial governmental authorities have announced partial medical apartheid to take place September 13 when 'vaccine passports' will be required to access numerous venues, including restaurants and bars.

Since Bev works in one, she is almost distraught ─ her health is already very poor, so the last hing she needs is a 'clot shot'.

And my brother ─ being a functional alcoholic ─ is most unhappy about the restrictions on pubs and bars. We are both wondering if liquor stores are next, for this is only going to quickly become worse.

After he left for the afternoon to enjoy what dwindling time he has left to freely visit bars, I visited Librti.com to see how members might be reacting, and I found one post that included this article from yesterday at CancukLaw.ca: B.C. Mandates “Vaccine Passports”, No Emergency Order, No Approval, No Exemptions (AUDIO).

One woman commented:

how far is this shit gonna go ?

And that inspired me to offer my own comment:

And how to fight it now? ─ not wait for some remotely future legal action that's obviously coming too late.

Bonnie definitely does not seem to me to be anyone trembling at the thought of any such legal actions, incidentally.

They'll mandate restaurants and bars now, but be assured that our food stores won't be too far off from being similarly restricted once Bonnie and the others test how compliant we all are.

We sit around admiring the furor going on in places like France and other countries, but what are we going to do?

Hold more "freedom rallies" and peace-loving marches, and sing songs while waving a bunch of placards?

Yes, I know I'm being unfair about those worthy efforts; but we're getting to the point where maybe we need to have a massive show of rebellion.

Nevertheless, I don't see it developing here.

And no, I'm not about to try and spearhead anything. I'm in my early 70s, massively in credit debt, and I don't even drive ─ I'm basically useless.

But I see myself fighting to my death here at home once the authorities eventually come to my door when this all gets beyond serious.

I am truly sincere about this. I have had enough of our false health officers and complicitous, ignorant politicians. If they want and are trying to provoke a civil war, then lets give it to the bastards.

I must drop this topic for today ─ I cannot temperately handle it.

Today was sunny from the 'get-go' ─ I was starting to think that we would not have any further such days this month. There was no way that I was not going to get in any full sunning.

Even so, I stupidly got involved in that preceding topic, and before I knew it, two hours has passed since I had that nap.

So at something like 3:16 p.m. I began very well more than an hour of the sunning of both my back and front while attired in my swimming trunks.

Anyway, it is nearing 7 p.m. and I want to get some research and a few other related things done, so I am going to end this post here.

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Monday Hangover and an Old Man's Woes

As written was planned in yesterday's post, early last evening I watched my first Christmas movie in this latter half of the year. I had to download it onto a flash drive and play it via our Android TV Box in order to watch it on T.V., but all went smoothly after that.

The only 'app' within the Android TV Box that seemed to have any working source links for the movie was Stremio, but none of the sources played smoothly. They began stalling and basically buffering straight off.

Google was scant help in locating a source, so I used Yandex.com which generally proves more reliable for this sort of thing.

The movie I was after was 2012's Christmas Song.

The website I downloaded the movie from was M4UFfree.tv, but anyone using it probably needs to be certain that he or she has a good ad blocker. The browser 'apps' I have within my Android TV Box failed miserably ─ every time I clicked the 'play' icon for the movie, a new advertisement tab would open up and no movie ever did begin playing.

Provided that the link remains valid and that it will open up in your browser, this was how I downloaded the movie ─ right-clicking on this movie screen brings up a menu that includes "Save Video As", and that did the trick.

However, it was a slow process.

Of course, anyone could just watch it as is on a computer. Don't be concerned that the opening credits are in German ─ the movie itself was entirely in English without a subtitle to be seen.

I admit having my doubts about the movie during its opening scene in the principal's office, but I soon enough warmed right up to the movie.

None of the actresses or actors were certainly familiar to me, the lead character being played by actress Natasha Henstridge. However, her lengthy acting credits indicate that I have surely seen her before.  

I thought that maybe the actress portraying one of the two singing female students (the shy one) was potentially familiar ─ Brittany Adams. Those big eyes of hers were what gave me that impression. Interestingly, when her name is clicked upon in Wikipedia, instead of being brought to a small biography, one is instead led straight to a write-up for a T.V. series she was featured in. I don't recall that ever happening with an actor or actress before.

The other singing female student was a flirt played by actress Amanda Thomson who does not even get any recognition by Wikipedia.

During the movie, I drank a can of strong (8% alcohol) beer, and then had more red wine than I was able to handle as was evident after I retired mid-evening. My brother conveniently showed up (from wherever he had been drinking) right after the movie had ended and I had turned things off and gone upstairs.

I retired then, but had a dreadful time trying to sleep. One issue was a far worse than usual symptom of the genitourinary dysfunction that I have been cursed with. I was beset with the need to micturate, but the barest trickle was managed anytime I sought relief from the burning need, and that need never was fully satisfied. I suppose the technical term for this trouble is urethral stricture.

It is spirit-crushing to suffer such a pathology ─ last night it made me feel undeserving of life.

I attempted relief at least three times in very short order, and never did get full satisfaction. 

When I later rose during the midnight hour after very little sleep, my brother had newly gone to bed, and I was into something of a hangover. I did try, but I was never able to perform all of the work that I would otherwise have gotten done here at my computer, for that hangover only made me feel in serious need of sleep.

I think that I finally gave up and went back to bed no later than 4:30 a.m. after going outside to water some of the plants in the front yard. But as I was discharging that errand, I became aware that it had begun to very lightly rain.

Why the hell did it wait until then? Everything seemed to be going wrong for me.

Note that I engaged more micturition than usual over the time that I was up ─ fortunately with far less obstruction than in the evening when I was seeking to sleep.

But I don't want to talk about this ─ I never have before.

What sleep I was to get after returning to bed was of course welcome, and I rose around 9:15 a.m. after first considering doing so for several minutes.

My brother of course was watching T.V., but he soon stopped in order to head away to pick up his girlfriend Bev and drive her to work. 

After his return, one of the videos that we watched via our Android TV Box was The Sequel to the Fall of the Cabal - Part 9. 

I had previously downloaded the video, so the source that I linked to here is not the very one that I used ─ I no longer recall which link I used those several weeks back.

We finished up our viewing together with an episode of Black Summer ─ specifically, season two's episode 5 "White Horse".

Thereafter, my brother sought a little bed rest before heading away for the afternoon. I had been both tired and hungry, but I forced myself to get the day's scheduled toolshed exercising out of the way before having a meal ─ my brother left while I was eating.

And then I had a needed nap.

As has been happening of late, the overcast morning became sunny enough that I sat outside in the backyard for just over 40 minutes ─ today, this began at 4:36 p.m. I wore cargo shorts and a tank top, for there was a cool breeze, and anytime a cloud presented, it grew cooler. However, I did enjoy primarily sunshine ─ I could have doffed the tank top.

I still do not feel recovered from last evening's indulgence in more alcohol than I am accustomed to. This sort of experience makes me hesitant to watch another Christmas movie anytime too soon, for I enjoy drinking during these features in order to enhance the emotion ─ I definitely succeeded last evening, feeling myself affected a number of times.

I want to have a bath, and it is already after 6:30 p.m., so I am going to quit this post here and get it published. Tomorrow ought to be a better day.

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A Date Has Been Set for Earl's Memorial

I concluded yesterday's post with the claim that I was about to rest my weary eyes. Well, of course I did not. In fact, I wore them out for another two hours in anathematic conduct that concluded after dusk had settled in and night was essentially upon us. I believe that it was possibly around 8:20 p.m.

I had no time for T.V. nor a beer, so I had a fast light meal before my brother was home from wherever he had been drinking, and I retired to my bedroom ─ probably not much after 9 p.m. to seek to nap away the latter evening until after my younger brother had come home and gone to bed.

He may have just arrived when I got to bed.

After getting a little sleep, I was here at my computer when I heard my wife unlocking the front door around 12:30 a.m., home at last after her full day working at her friend's Thai restaurant where she is employed on a part-time basis.

My younger brother was already shut up in his bedroom when I emerged from mine fairly early into the midnight hour.

As usual, I outlasted my wife and both of her sons, for I didn't return to bed until maybe 5:30 a.m. 

And it was shortly after 9 a.m. when I checked the time this morning and got myself up, thinking that I would be watching some videos with my brother from around 10 a.m.

Well, not so. Before it was yet 10:30 a.m., he had gone to his bedroom and returned, clearly set to head off somewhere. And then he did.

I didn't query him about it, so I had no idea if he was coming back in an hour or so.

He did return, but it was not until well into the early afternoon, and directly went to his bedroom to nap.

We had an overcast morning, but it slowly began clearing with the coming of midday. I was badly in need of a nap, but I never got it. My wife remained home after she rose very late in the morning, if not even during the noon hour.

When my brother was set to head away shortly after the mid-afternoon, we discussed the telephone message our younger maternal cousin Wendy D. had left us yesterday. We knew that it was going to involve a memorial for her stepfather Earl Primrose, who died in ─ I think ─ the wee a.m. of last Sunday at some hospice, suffering "bone cancer".

He was around 87 or even 88.

My brother and I have known Earl since at least as far back as 1974, so we would of course be attending any memorial for the gent as long as it was not today.

However, neither of us had returned Wendy's call as yet. My brother left this afternoon, laying that responsibility upon me.

And so I did finally call her back shortly after 3:30 p.m. It was quite a short call. Wendy answered, fortunately; and she seemed in good spirits.

The memorial will be next Saturday at 1:30 p.m. in the same Chilliwack cemetery where Wendy's mother Nell was buried some years ago. I confirmed to Wendy that my brother and I would be attending. She said she expects to have "appetizers" afterwards at her home, and no doubt those of us who drink will be doing that.

My brother and I live in Surrey, so I don't know what my brother will want to do ─ perhaps drink and spend the night there? 

Just before my brother left for the afternoon and as we were talking about Wendy, his cellphone rang, and I heard him declining someone's invitation to come over for beer. When the short call finished, I was surprised to learn that it was Arun immediately next door ─ he just recently finished hosting daily celebrations at his home for over a week to mark his daughter's marriage.

Apparently he has a large amount of beer and spirits on hand, so he was looking for some drinking company, only to be disappointed by my brother who has his drinking buddies to run off to.

I found myself actually half-interested in the invitation, and rather wishing that Arun would pop over to see if I was willing to get drunk with him.

Heck, I even went out into the backyard and sat in a deck or lawn chair, and at 4:02 p.m. faced into the Sun for just over 40 minutes on the chance that Arun might notice me from his property should he look over this way.

He must not have seen me, but I was fully clothed just in case I had to engage him.

Meantime, around 4:34 p.m., my wife announced that she was leaving, and would be back on Monday. She tends to spend her weekends somewhere in Vancouver.  

She was in the bathroom when I finished talking to Wendy earlier, and so she does not know of Earl's memorial next Saturday. I cannot imagine that she would volunteer to attend with us ─ I do not recall that she ever actually met Earl nor even Nell.

My two stepsons are even less likely to care to be involved.

Right now, it is 5:35 p.m. and I am hankering to get an early start on a little bit of drinking, so I would like to put this post to bed. 

I certainly sat outside at the proper time, I must say ─ the sky has clouded up now in every direction.

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💀☠💀☠💀☠ "Vilifying the Unvaxxed and Other COVID Deceptions"

I absolutely hate it when my eldest stepson has a day shift where he works. He seems to be getting up in the morning ahead of 5 a.m., so I have to quickly return to bed before he becomes aware that I am up, or else I will have to remain up until he leaves for work because he will be unlikely to lock the front door otherwise.

Having to be back in bed before 5 a.m. cuts down on my productivity ─ and although I could use the extra hour of work here at my computer as I perforce wait for him to leave for work, I hate to have no choice in the matter. Thus, I hasten to get back to bed once I realize he has risen.

It has now been four days since Stanley H. sent me the 180-page .pdf "book" featuring my genealogy in which he stated in bold letters in the Forward that I was "an aboriginal person of Canada" according to Section 35 of the Constitution Act of 1982.

Along with my praise for his very hard work that was for gratis and entirely of his own volition, I queried him about why he was so confident about making that claim on my behalf; and was there anything that I needed to do to have official recognition of it if indeed the statement is Constitutionally accurate?

I wold love to be given official recognition if his claim is true, for I badly want to have somewhere to escape to if the 'free world' ─ and Canada and North America specifically ─ falls to irrevocable tyranny, as seems to be the inclination of things.

However, as said, I have heard nothing from him in four days thus far.

My wife had to work a full day today at her friend's Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, so she headed off on her drive around 10:45 a.m. this morning (she has an 11 a.m. start on her full days).

My younger brother and I were watching some videos via our Android TV Box that only I have the skill to operate.

I led off our viewing with a video that was a few minutes over an hour in length and titled Vilifying the Unvaxxed and Other COVID Deceptions. 

Uploaded earlier this month on Friday, August 13th, it featured hostess (and journalist) Kristina Borjesson of The Whistleblower Newsroom separately interviewing Dr. Peter McCullough and Dr. Meryl Nass.

I was a little unhappy with Dr. Peter McCullough because it was not until near the end of his segment that he actually began to speak of the COVID 'vaccines' being dangerous. Until then, he merely indicated that they were not very effective. 

Perhaps he has fears of being blacklisted.

Dr. Meryl Nass clearly has no such fears ─ she forged deeply into that terrain, and even correctly opined that there was motive behind all of this that was beyond profit alone.

On something of a related note, an habitual letter-writer to the Surrey Now-Leader, in the latest (August 19) edition wrote a pathetic short letter calling for medical apartheid for those who refuse 'vaccinations'. 

I am inclined to write a refutation of his claims, including that the 'vaccinations' are based upon "expert scientific advice". I will just have to find the time, which is not very likely in sacrificial terms. After all, where he stands, I know it would be a waste of my time.

Anyway, I followed that video with one I had downloaded a few weeks ago that was originally uploaded to BitChute back on June 29 and featured Dr. Joseph Mercola playing the host: The Fight to End Water Fluoridation- Interview with Paul Connett.

The video was not quite 45 minutes in duration. I was quite informed with the subject matter already, but my brother has no online access to such material due to his inability to use a computer, and so the video was for his benefit.

Thereafter, since my brother was keen on some bed rest ere leaving for the afternoon to end up resuming his daily drinking somewhere, all we were to watch was an episode of The Conners ─ the premiere episode of season three in which all of the trappings of the advent of the ludicrous COVID-19 scare had been adopted.

Fortunately it does not appear that the Conners are in full gullible lockstep with those trappings, for much was done to make light of an satirize the restrictions. Had it been written in that everyone was a devoted convert to the mandates of the unfounded scare, I might very well have ended our association with the series.

Immediately after my brother sought his bed rest, the house phone began ringing, and a message was left ─ perhaps from our young cousin Wendy H. 

Her stepfather Earl P. died early last Sunday, and my brother and I have known the sweet guy since at least as far back as 1974. We only know of his death as a result of some Facebook posts that I noticed, so I expect that Wendy has phoned to invite us to a memorial service for him.

She merely asked one of us to phone Wendy ─ which was odd, since she referred to herself by name as if she was someone else. So perhaps it was some other female relative who had placed the call.

I left the message for my brother to deal with. I then sought my own nap, and I found that after I rose and found him gone, the message had not been played.

Perhaps he will notice it this evening when he comes home. When he is drunk, he becomes quite sociable for things like this, so I have scant doubt that he will place that requested call should he notice the message then.

For myself, I have too much to do each day as it stands, and thus I do not like becoming locked into telephone calls that will be of an unknown duration.

Besides, I do not drive, and my brother would have to get us to any memorial service; and Earl and the others are primarily out in the Chilliwack area far removed from my brother and I here in Surrey. Since only he can address the logistics and make a commitment of attendance, the returned call is best made by him ─ drunk or not.

Wendy has my E-mail address. If she gets impatient, she can easily enough write to me, I would think.

It has been a solidly overcast day, so sunning has not been a possibility even had I felt like putting in the time. We have even seen a few attempts to rain ─ very light affairs that barely manage to wet the ground. However, a check just now of Google claims that we are not due any chance of actual rain until Sunday. 

It is already just after 6 p.m., so I am going to stop here and get this post published. I want to lie down and rest my eyes briefly before watching a little T.V.

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The 300K.ca Campaign

I have fallen far behind today ─ I am already into my evening, so I cannot spend much time on this post.

My wife had to work a full day today at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, so she won't be home until after I have gone to bed to try and nap away the latter evening. Her usual full-day start time is 11 a.m., so she left here this morning in time enough for the drive to get to the restaurant.

The restaurant owner is her dear friend, so my wife has huge latitude; and in fact, a couple of days ago, her 'boss' was caught without the large funds to meet an unexpected delivery, so my wife loaned her $1,000 that she debited from our chequing account.

The loan was paid back later the same day.

But I want to mention a somewhat encouraging hour-long video that my younger brother and I watched this latter morning on T.V. via our Android TV Box. The video was recorded yesterday, and was an interview by two gents of their guest, a woman I have not heard of before, nor have I heard of her organization.

The video was titled The Librti Show Ep. 15 - Kari Simpson - "The Most Dangerous Woman in Politics" and the 300k.ca Campaign. 

Our present federal government has to go; nor can either of the two main opposition parties be allowed to come to power.

The only two political candidates with parties whom I know of and would vote for are Maxime Bernier and Derek Sloan.

I have leaned towards the former because he seems the more likely to gain the most votes; but upon learning that he believes that the COVID-19 'vaccines' are effective, I changed gears and decided that Derek Sloan would get my vote ─ even though Maxime Bernier says he would never mandate 'vaccinations'.

To be honest, I have a problem with putting someone into power who has been unable to research enough to understand that the 'vaccines' at best can only reduce a person's severity of infection if he or she does become infected; but the 'vaccine' cannot prevent infection, nor can it prevent transmission of an infection once an infection occurs.

So what bloody good is it? It is nothing but risk. 

Anyway, it was mentioned by Norbert Orlewicz during the interview that he would ideally like to see Maxime Bernier and Derek Sloan unite and join together to defeat the tyrants in power.

I wholeheartedly agree with that! As it is, those of us who detest the three main political parties will only be diluting our votes by having to choose between these two men in the coming September 20 election.

Kari Simpson would like to see such a union as well, but is presently seeking to assess which of the two candidates may be the best one for her organization to back.

I signed up at her website 300K.ca for updates. From what I saw of her, I am prepared to believe that she has the capacity to figure out which of the two men would be the best choice if no one else better appears, and if these two refuse to amalgamate with one another.  

I have spent a lot of time both overnight and today pounding out E-mails ─ my two thumbs' main joints are aching something fierce. It has been a problem that cropped up many months back. I try to type gently, but often I am rushed, and other times I am possessed of passion and fervour.

And before I recognize what I am doing, I am fiercely pounding away at the keys on my keyboard.

Much of what I have been typing about relates to what I wrote of here yesterday ─ the claim by Stanley H. ─ a Métis genealogy specialist who boldly stated in a 180-page genealogical document that he created that I am "an aboriginal person of Canada within s.35 of the Constitution Act of 1982."

I E-mailed him in the wee a.m. hours of yesterday for clarification as to why he is so certain of this, for until earlier this year, I never even knew that I had any Indigenous blood!

And I have been this ignorant of it for over 71 years!

However, I have not heard back from him. I am hoping that he understands what I may need to do to put forth a claim for official recognition of this status if it is indeed so Constitutionally.

Meanwhile, I have been in E-mail communication with my cousin who will also have this potential status. And I have also had ongoing E-mail communication with three other people, one of whom (Barbara H.) is an Indigenous woman a little older than I am and who is a former co-worker of mine.

Everyone seems quite excited about the discovery; and Barbara H. wrote this:

How interesting is that!  Wow, find out which Band you belong to and perhaps you can get a Status card!  I can't believe they could go back so far.  Let me know what else you find.  That is very exciting for you and your family.  We must go for lunch sometime or perhaps for a drink.  Talk to you soon. 

I would absolutely love to have a "Status card". And it is something that I hope Stan H. is conversant about.

Maybe he is checking into it, and that explains his silence thus far.

Okay, I want to wind up this post, for it is already after 7:30 p.m.

The morning was overcast, yet the afternoon once again became sunnier than seemed likely earlier. This time, I was better prepared for that eventuality after having missed two days of any sunning.

So this afternoon after a nap, I went out into the backyard in my swimming trunks; and beginning at 4:04 p.m., I put in just over an hour slouched low in a deck or lawn chair. I only exposed my front, but that is the part of me that is most concerning. When I have more sure time than I felt I did today, I will share the time with my back.  

That's it for today!

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