Ontario Premier's Doug Ford's Lovely Daughter Krista Is Exceptionally Enlightened About What Is Happening

I saw my Christmas movie early last evening, but it was not sufficient to keep me from dissolution, most unfortunately. However, I will not elaborate on that topic at present. 

The movie I selected was 2012's Naughty or Nice (also check out Hallmark's website for a description).

I absolutely loved the movie's premise and development, but I gradually realized that I had watched the movie before at some point. This recognition struck when our heroine (played by Hilarie Burton) had to take a temporary job as an elf wrapping presents at a shopping mall. That fast became familiar to me.

I had either only watched the movie after it had already begun; or else I watched it while I was too drunk to remember it clearly.

The character's name was Krissy Kringle, but she wasn't some long lost offspring of the Santa lineal line. Her father's last name was Kingle, and thus her parents thought it would be really cute to name their daughter Krissy. 

To make things a little worse in that context, after the adult Krissy began buying a house in a fairly well-to-do cul-de-sac, the other residents petitioned and had the cul-de-sac renamed as Candy Cane Lane because the homes were always vying to see which of them would be judged to have the best Christmas display ─ they didn't realize that Krissy wasn't as enthusiastic about this sort of thing as they were. 

Incidentally, from IMDB:

Michael Gross and Meredith Baxter, who portray Krissy Kringle's parents Walter and Carol Kringle, also portrayed married Steven and Elyse Keaton, the parents in the series Family Ties (1982).

This actually dawned upon me when I saw them together, for I often watched that old series.

The latter half of the movie didn't have the same appeal as the initial half, but I still liked it. Perhaps my familiarity with the film spoiled the last half for me.

There was one scene that I thought was unfair of Krissy ─ it was during the judging of the cul-de-sac's best decorated home (and yard, of course).

Krissy had dethroned the woman who seemed to have won because Krissy was able to 'out' the woman as having been the culprit who had been filching decorations from all of the other homes, and storing them in her shed ─ this was done to reduce the effectiveness of her competitors' decoration efforts.

So a new vote was initiated, and Krissy got first place.

Well, what seemed unfair to me was that another couple who had put in an enormous amount of work on their home got second place. Krissy had done nothing ─ she had blackmailed her mall boss into taking all of the mall's unneeded decorations and having him install everything at her home.

She had not even been there to witness his hard work, so in my mind she had no right to be claiming first prize when the result of the decorating had nothing to do with her efforts. It was definitely a major "naughty", but her deceptive actions never made it into Santa's "Naughty or Nice" text book. 

During the movie, I drank two cans of the Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol) that I try to keep in stock. I had my light supper in between the two. And once the movie was over, I followed it up with an episode of 9-1-1: Lone Star.

I was not too concerned of my younger brother arriving home because he had left afoot in the early afternoon to catch a bus in order to drink at a rather remote pub that is not enforcing criminal Provincial Unhealth Officer Bon-Bon's illegal 'vaccine passport' mandates. A friend of his lives near to that pub.

And so after my second show, I then came here to my computer and brought glee to Satan's heart.

It was probably around 9:30 p.m. before I got to bed to nap away the remainder of the evening to restore me for those overnight hours when I would be working here at my computer and undertaking another session of seven or so more-or-less hourly self-administrations of three drops of Miracle Mineral Solution. 

I have but four more nights of these, and then I will see how I fare on a single daily dose of six drops. I am very much looking forward to that graduation ─ I hate being tied down to these daily multiple hourly sessions.

I likely got back to bed around 6:15 a.m. ─ and it had rained hard overnight, by the way.

One of the involvements I undertook overnight was making a post in my private blog ─ the post was concerned with what I had written 40 years earlier into my journal concerning this date, back when I was 31 years old.

A person who figured very largely in that old journal entry was Larry Ernest Blue who was like a close cousin to me and became a dear friend. He was to die early in 2011 of cancer, but I did not realize at the time that he was hospitalized and approaching that end from terminal cancer. Many of my maternal relatives knew and were visiting him, but no one let me know.

Most likely he was subconsciously in my mind when I went to bed this early morning, for around three hours after I had gone to bed, my sleep was brought to an end by the sound of his voice clearly calling my name aloud just as someone might who had come into my bedroom and wanted to awaken me.

I checked the time and saw that it was something like 9:18 a.m., and essentially time for me to rise ─ I had just been about to change positions in bed and get back to sleep.

There was nothing more that I wanted to offer concerning that incident. It was just that his voice was so distinct in speaking aloud my name.

I spent some time here at my computer after rising, and then around 10 a.m. I went downstairs to join my brother and put our Android TV Box into action. 

Odessa Orlewicz had yesterday posted her third consecutive daily video, so I tuned that in: Mainstream News/Politician's Puke Of Lies Caught On Camera. It was nearly 1½ hours long and featured her guest Kyle Cardinal, whom my brother and I have seen before in at least one other of Odessa's videos.

We also watched a couple of much shorter videos, including a five-minute Instagram post that Krista Ford had made while apparently using a treadmill ─ the very attractive young woman seems to be as aware of what is happening here in Canada and around the world concerning this false plandemic / scamdemic / casedemic and all off its unreasonable and ineffective COVID-19 measures.

The surprisingly enlightened young woman is the daughter of Ontario's premier Doug Ford, and thus is speaking out against everything that he claims that people should be obeying unquestioningly. 

A copy of her surprising video can be watched on BitChute here.

The final show my brother and I were to watch was what turned out to be the series finale of Altered Carbon. Man, that series sure went nowhere! I'm glad it's over with. This frees me up to add some other series to the rotation of series that my brother and I work our way through together. 

The rain let off by midday if not before, and we've had some afternoon sunny breaks. Some have been quite extensive ─ the bees no doubt need this better weather.

My wife is due back at some point today. Yesterday I included here a Facebook post she had made of some photos of her that I took that afternoon in which she was displaying some of Thailand's The iCon Group health-related products that she happens to sell as a small-time agent of theirs.

I see that she made another post today with three more of the photos I took of her ─ in these three (and provided the Facebook embed link remains valid) you can see her posing with her oldest son's Harley-Davidson. I think that the product she is holding is Room Coffee:

As I said yesterday, she seems to be reselling the products that she carries for a price lower than her customers are able to buy the items anywhere else.

She is trying to make a success of this enterprise ─ she has even been paying for Facebook advertising. But there is no way that she can possibly ever consider quitting her part-time Thai restaurant job, unfortunately.

Well, I see that it is after 6:30 p.m., so I am going to stop here and get this published so that I can possibly see a little T.V. before my brother shows up from wherever he went to drink this afternoon.

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💀☠💀☠💀☠ The Series Finale of The Last Kingdom ... NOT!

I never did get the opportunity early yesterday evening to watch a Christmas movie as I had left off in yesterday's post stating that I was intending to do. I had one significant delay that erased the window of time in which I might have felt comfortable about starting such a movie and having hopes of watching it all before my younger brother was back home from wherever he had gone to drink. 

The delay arose when ─ just before I published the blog post ─ I shifted my posture in my chair rather vigourously and my knee bumped against the computer case, thereby loosening the power cord connection and crashing the system.

My computer typically takes an annoyingly long time to reestablish itself anytime something like that happens. Had I not needed to get that post published, I could have just gone and watched a movie, but as yet I had not even determined which movie I wanted to tune in (via our Android TV Box), so I had no choice but to sit here and watch that small window of opportunity just drain away.

And so I settled on an episode of Private Eyes ─ season four's episode six ("Tappa Kegga Daily"). I then shut things down and was upstairs here at my computer when my brother showed up; and so I was to bed by maybe 8:30 p.m.

Although I was to get some sleep, by 10:30 p.m. I was distressingly awake and wondering if I was going to get an extra-early opportunity to come here to my computer and both undertake some work as well as commence my latest round of hourly Miracle Mineral Solution (MMS) drops.

Perhaps fortunately, my brother was still up and watching T.V., so I felt obliged to return to bed and seek some further sleep. I was to manage a little, but I was awake and checking the time again something ahead of 11:30 p.m. 

My brother was still up and watching T.V.

This was becoming irritating ─ I need for him to have gone to bed so that my time here will be undisturbed.

And so once more, I did my best to assume a position in bed that might best be conducive of sleep. Then, after gaining that positioning, I heard my brother approaching his bedroom door, then opening it and entering therein, and finally shutting the door behind him. He was there for the night.

I was free to rise, and so I commenced my MMS protocol around 11:30 p.m. As this was to proceed overnight, I believe that I managed to take seven three-drop doses before getting back to bed at or just after 6 p.m.

My wife had arrived home last night in the early a.m., and fairly promptly went to bed. However, she kindly let me know that she withdrew $1,700 from our chequing account ─ which is basically comprised of just my monthly pension income, for she keeps her part-time restaurant earnings elsewhere ─ to pay for another shipment that she was ordering from Thailand's The iCon Group, a purveyor of health-related products such as food and nutritional supplements.

She is doing her best to try and derive a secondary income as a reseller of those products, but as yet she has not been able to pay back all that she owes me on my VISA credit card while also paying for any further shipments on her own.

Last night, she told me that she would repay me the $1,700 today, but I learned from her just ahead of the mid-afternoon that she was only able to repay $1,000 ─ she promised me the other $700 sometime next week.

Well, she had better make that payment ─ I cannot sustain a $700 reduction in my pension! And damn it, there are things I would like to buy, but I never seem to have the money to do so.

This afternoon in a very fine rain, she got me to take some photos of her holding various of the products that she is able to sell to anyone interested; provided that the embed link remains valid, here is the Facebook post that she made soon after the photos session:

Anyway, after getting back to bed early this morning, my actual morning began around 9:10 a.m. when I found myself awake and checked the time; so I rose and came here to my computer to spend some time before joining my younger brother downstairs at 10 a.m. to watch some T.V. via our Android TV Box.

I had seen that Odessa Orlewicz posted another video yesterday, so I tuned that one in ─ it was a little over an hour long: Sept 28- Game On! Let The Kids Play! With Hero Canadian Sports Parents. 

Unfortunately, that link is to YouTube ─ Odessa and her husband Norbert have been lax about getting it uploaded to their own website, so the link is not going to be valid indefinitely. Odessa has already had one of her YouTube accounts shut down by way of their censorship.

This video was actually the second consecutive 'home run' that she has scored, for her previous video was also most interesting to my brother and I.

This latest video featured two guests ─ Dermot Pomeroy and Jody Ledge ─ who are behind an initiative best described at their website GameOnCanada.org.

What especially concerned my brother was the section at their website titled Know Your Rights that has a number of legal documents that businesses, parents, and regular people can use to defend themselves against unlawful encroachments by by-law officers, police, employers making 'vaccine' mandates, and so forth. He wants to try and encourage at least one of his usual 'watering holes' to fight back and refuse to obey our lying provincial Unhealh Officer Bon-Bon's 'vaccine passports' mandate requirements for their customers that they are expected to enforce.

Some such businesses are refusing to perform that enforcement, but there are none nearby to us. I get the impression that he would like to be able to incline at least one of the owners to education him- or herself with the information available at that website and stop doing Witch Bon-Bon's illegal policing.

That woman has got to be jailed ─ and for a long, long bloody time!

The last show my brother and I were to watch was the final available episode of The Last Kingdom (season four's episode 10). Happily, I noticed a YouTube video within the past week or so featuring Uhtred himself ─ or rather, the lead actor portraying him, namely Alexander Dreymon. He was thanking the show's fans for their superb support because the series had been renewed for a fifth season!

But allow me to move on.

As I indicated a little earlier, we have been getting some rain. The entire day has been dank, and it was raining overnight. I expect that this evening and tonight will be the same. 

However, I did see one courageous bumblebee doing its work at our clump of purple Michaelmas asters regardless. The poor thing was slow, but determined.

Okay, my wife let me here alone around 4:30 p.m., saying that she would be back sometime tomorrow. Since that is my situation, I do believe that I am going to ensure that I make time now to watch an as yet to be determined Christmas movie, and have myself a couple of strong (8% alcohol) beers to enhance my emotional involvement.

There are worse ways that I could be spending this available time in my late afternoon, and I confess that the temptation is there to do so. Thus, some drinks and a Christmas movie to get myself worked up over are a good thing!

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My New Blog Website Unrealized ─ Maybe Next Year ...

For whatever reason, my younger brother arrived home well after 8:30 p.m. last evening from wherever he had been drinking, so I was able to seek bed closer around 9 p.m. than has been generally possible since these damned 'vaccine passports' have come into play here in the province, preventing him from entering any nearby pubs or bars. 

My wife had gotten home early in the evening while I was enjoying some T.V. and eating the last of a light supper, and she was busy in the kitchen soon enough and involved in cooking when my brother showed up. I was here upstairs at my computer and thus able to make an orderly progression to bed to nap away the latter evening so that I could sit up in large part in peace and privacy overnight getting some work done here at my computer.

I was also going to be taking another session of six hourly three-drop doses of Miracle Mineral Supplement (MMS), for I was back out of bed around 11:45 p.m. at latest.

My wife had to work a full day today at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, so she was not up last night too very much longer ─ her full days at the restaurant begin at 11 a.m. My eldest stepson was up the longest ─ probably till after 3 a.m. ─ because he has an afternoon shift this week.

It was probably around 4 a.m. that I heard the start of rain.

I was not to return to bed until around 6 a.m., and I could have had a seventh dose of MMS ─ the ideal is eight over the course of such a session. However, by that time I had become essentially revulsed by the taste / odour of the substance and had no appetite for any more. Also, I was already micturating with some frequency due to the extraneous distilled water I had been intaking ─ to have one drink further of even two or three ounces would only result in a mounting urgency to urinate that would eventually adversely affect the latter stages of the sleep that I wanted and hoped to have.

If I keep up with this third and final week of these multiple daily doses, perhaps I will make Sunday / Monday night my final such session, and then I will embark upon one daily hit of six drops of MMS for the next three weeks and assess how it agrees with me to that point.

To be honest, I quite look forward to taking a large multiple-drop dose of the stuff just once a day instead of basically torturing myself with several hourly smaller doses. Heck, I would even take 10 drops at once if it was suggested.

Anyway, after returning to bed and deriving some sleep, I was awake and checking the time shortly after 9 a.m. Nevertheless, I did not feel the need to rise quite yet, so I waited until nearer 9:30 a.m. before doing so and coming here to my computer to await 10 a.m. before going downstairs to boil water for a black instant coffee and to join my brother at the T.V. where I would take over and put our Android TV Box into action.

The rain had stopped by then, and by the afternoon there were sunny breaks.

The first show that I tuned in for my brother and I to watch was a 1¼-hour Dr. Mercola video recorded just this month: Vaccine Awareness 2021- Interview with Barbara Loe Fisher. 

My brother is not a fan of Dr. Mercola's interviews, but I think he appreciated this one. It didn't get technical ─ that was not the purpose of this particular discussion.

I followed that video with a near hour-long condensation of one of Alex Jones very long programmes: Viral PhD Issues New Emergency Warning: 'It's War, People are Dying'.

The PhD who was interviewed was Dr. Sean Brooks whose three - four minute presentation at a parent / school board meeting did indeed attain viral status due to how stark his warning against being 'vaccinated' was. He boldly declared that anyone who takes the genuine (as opposed to a faux or saline 'vaccine') can expect to die within a few months to up to five years thereafter.

I found it additionally interesting that he did not sound as if he was a fan of Dr. Robert Malone, judging him to be treading too lightly on the issue and even vacillating with his stance.

I have noticed that Dr. Malone does either seem reluctant to come right out and identify just what really is going on in the world and is behind this push for global 'vaccination' of everyone, or else he simply does not 'see' that there is great and deliberate evil at work here of an intentionally genocidal nature. Can he be that naive, or if he fearful of torpedoing his career if he says overmuch?

The final show my brother and I were to watch was an episode of Schitt's Creek. Specifically, it was season six's episode 11 ("Bachelor Party"), so we are almost finished with the series. We have even already seen the quite emotional farewell special ("Best Wishes, Warmest Regards: A Schitt's Creek Farewell").

I am going to miss that series ─ and those glimpses of actress Annie Murphy's gorgeous calves! 

I will also miss actress Emily Hampshire ─ her character's kookiness very much attracted her to me.

My brother had his bed rest after that episode; and then early in the afternoon left to eventually commence his daily drinking somewhere. I now forget if he left before or after my eldest stepson, but once the twain were both gone, I was alone. My youngest stepson had left for work in the latter forenoon.

Obviously my wife rose in time to ready herself and make her rather long drive to work. Somehow, though, she even took the time to re-post this Facebook post of hers from exactly a year ago when she was advertising one of the products she often takes and has on hand to sell as a thus far small-time agent for Thailand's The iCon Group, a health-related products company:

I hope the embed code remains valid. This specific product seems to be a supplement called Vegan three oil, but I have no idea what price my wife has hers at ─ she reportedly sells her line of products for less than what anyone locally is able to buy from anywhere else. An occasional new customer will contact her about what she has available and then tell her this.

Gosh, it's early enough that I just may be able to squeeze in a Christmas movie before my brother comes back home. This is my bath day, but I could well have it after the show, and then go directly to bed for the latter evening if he does show up during it.

Yes ─ I think that I will do just that.

My last word is only to report that today was the day that I wanted to start a new ─ a hosted ─ website as my blog, but I just do not see how I can find the time to work in it while maintaining this and my private Blogger blog, as well as put some daily work into whatever post I have on the go at one of my two hosted websites.

This was the date when I started my private blog back in 2008. My plan was to rework or re-edit those old entries day by day. I had to render that blog private (as opposed to having it public) in early 2019 and then start up this blog because I had been identifying everyone by name in the original, and my youngest stepson discovered it and was aghast.

Actually, someone where he works brought it to his attention ─ he had been blissfully unaware of it for well over 11 years.

There is an enormous amount of information and work in that older blog ─ I hate that no one can see it. So the thought was to start making daily edited reproductions of those old posts, and adding current commentary to them, but disguising as I do in this blog anyone's identity.

Alas, I sure hate to have to wait until September of next year. I am 71 years old now, so I'll be 72 then ─ I likely don't have many more blogging years left to me!

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The Easily Hypnotized / Duped 20% and the Amenable / Passive 60%

Last evening I was to bed especially early once more due to the arrival home of my younger brother from wherever he had been drinking. I doubt that I was to bed any later than 8:30 p.m. ─ perhaps closer to 8 p.m.

I managed some sleep, but when I checked the time later, it was something like 11:24 p.m. I still felt sleepy and was intent enough about seeking more sleep, but at the last I decided to check to see if my brother was still watching T.V. 

He was not. I could rise and come here to my computer to do some work and commence another overnight session of Miracle Mineral Solution (MMS). It was sufficiently early that I realized that I could squeeze in seven or even eight more-or-less hourly doses of three drops of the stuff.

Well, that never happened. My eldest stepson is on an afternoon shift this week, so I do not have to try to be back to bed before he rises just ahead of 5 a.m. as he does on his day shift. However, this time I was just too tired to remain up. Also, after the sixth dose of three drops of MMS, I had gotten my fill of the wretched stuff. 

The first is never bad at all; but my aversion to drinking the foul stuff increases as the hours pass. So it may have been as early as 4:15 a.m. when I regained my bed.

I then racked up more sleep, next checking the time and finding it to be around 9:10 a.m. ─ to my considerable disappointment. I had expected that it was going to prove to be earlier ─ I did not want to rise yet.

I delayed; but ultimately I did get up. I felt duty-bound to join my brother around 10 a.m. to watch some T.V. via our Android TV Box.

When that time came, we were in for a most interesting treat with Odessa Orlewicz's latest video that was recorded yesterday: Sept 26- Worldwide Scientists Show Us What Is In Both The C19 Vaccines And The Bodies Of The Vaccinated -It's Very Bad....With Guest Nurse Whistleblower. 

We had seen her guest Sean Taylor before, but this time he got personal with his story as a nurse during the so-called outbreak of the COVID-19 pandemic.

Suffice to say, he is no longer working as a nurse ─ he is on some manner of (probably unpaid) leave for his refusal to accept a role in the mRNA gene experiment currently being misidentified as a COVID-19 'vaccination'.

The interview had quite a few observations that were very powerful, identifying as they did the tyrannical state of things here in B.C., Canada, and the world. I highly recommend the nearly 1½-hour video. Where Odessa's videos go, this one was a home run.

We had quite a lot of rain over the morning and early afternoon; but by the arrival of the latter afternoon, there have been sunny breaks.

My brother of course headed off before mid-afternoon to eventually resume his daily drinking somewhere, and I was left home alone. My younger stepson also had to work today, and was gone before I rose in the latter morning.

My wife texted and then phoned me this afternoon, requesting that I transfer $50 to her PayPal account, probably so that she can continue to pay to have some advertising in Facebook. Although she works part-time in a Thai restaurant, she has been trying to make a go of serving as an agent for Thailand's The iCon Group. 

That company sells a number of health-oriented products, including one they call Room Coffee which has quite a popularity. This ─ provided that the embed code remains valid ─  is an example of one of the Facebook ads that my wife is trying to promote:

I wish that she could become fabulously successful and regularly eclipse my monthly pension income ─ I hate that she has to keep working.

But I don't want to delve into that topic ─ it fast gets dark.

I think that I'm going to bring this post to a close, for my brother has been arriving back home far too early for my liking ─ I'm not getting much chance to enjoy any of my shows with a beer, nor sometimes even some supper.

And it's already after 6:30 p.m. So yes, I must close shop for today.

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A Delightful Boost to MyMorning From an Early Chance Encounter With a Friendly Dog

Perhaps the two cans of strong (8% alcohol) Cariboo Malt that I enjoyed early last evening ought to have been consumed following my supper instead of being downed beforehand ─ this may have had a role in my failure to sleep too much into the earliest a.m.

Of course, I am quite conditioned to be rising within or around the midnight hour to spend those earliest a.m. hours accomplishing work here at my computer in the peace and privacy that this time of night affords me ─ this may have had a big hand in my sleep disruption. Nonetheless, I do implicate some hangover.

Whatever the case, after getting to bed ahead of 8:30 p.m. last evening, I may have given up trying to sleep further before it was yet 2:30 a.m., hoping that the planned early morning shopping expedition on foot to the nearest Real Canadian Superstore (Google Map) something over 2¾ miles from here would still be engaged. (I do not drive, so I have to walk.)    

I sacrifice Saturday / Sunday nights and do not impose upon myself the onus of trying to get any computer work done ─ it is the only night of the week in which I bestow that leniency upon myself. Yet this does not necessarily mean that I am going to sleep like 'normal' people may do. I still find myself programmed to be rising.

The two malts had been drunk ─ rather than just one ─ because I had involved myself with a Christmas movie, and the alcohol allows me freer emotional involvement. I watch these sentimental features for that precise reason ─ to become emotionally worked up.

It developed that I made a good movie choice ─ 2012's It's Christmas, Carol!

The movie was a delightfully comedic play on the theme of Charles Dickens' A Christmas Carol, and lead actress Emmanuelle Vaugier did a fabulous job of playing the heel of a 'bad boss' who undergoes a transformation of character that allows her to recapture the principled younger woman she had once been ─ and to recognize that she was at fault for the breakup she had undergone with her one true sweetheart years before.   

These movies always cause me to introspectively reflect upon my own life, and it's all part of the process of rousing my inner emotions. The tears do flow.

I did not realize until working on this post that the woman who played our heroine's older deceased boss and partner who had now become the guiding spirit of 'past, present, and future' was Carrie Fisher of Star Wars movies fame. I simply did not recognize her.

Actress Emmanuelle Vaugier was familiar to me as someone I had seen act in other features, but her name was unknown to me, nor could I surely remember any of her previous work. I now see that she has a huge number of series and movies to her credit, so I have definitely seen her often enough previously.

This is yet another movie I would like to re-watch come Christmastime if my younger brother brings his girlfriend Bev here for a couple of days as he has often done in recent years. 

Anyway, as I feared would happen in the early a.m., I began to decline and made the choice to return to bed for a half hour ─ basically, from 5:15 - 5:45 a.m. It was my design to try and leave here at or as soon after 6 a.m. as possible, for the store opens at 7 a.m. And so I had set my cellphone alarm for 5:45 a.m. accordingly.

Not longer after lying down, I heard the patter of some rain on the carport roof just below my open bedroom window, but the sounds stopped after a minute at most.

When my alarm sounded, I was pulled from a deepest torpor ─ clearly, I must have been submerging into sleep. And my inner self rebelled at the thought of carrying through with that round trip hike of 5.625 miles ─ I just wanted to remain as I was and gain further sleep.

But I did follow through as originally planned, although it was probably around 6:12 a.m. by the time I had set off. Oddly, the pavement was dry ─ what of the rain I had heard?

It did eventually rain again, but never hard enough and long enough to wet me.

On my way to the store, I had a wonderful experience maybe two miles from here as I was walking alongside the Fraser Highway and bound for 140th Street (Google Map ─ I would be walking 'up' 140th Street to 100th Avenue). Ahead of me and coming my way in the gloom was a man I soon realized was walking a dog.

It is bad enough to have to coincide with another pedestrian, but I especially hate it when that person is accompanied by a dog.

Well, as we grew nearer to one another, I saw that the dog was not too large, and the man was keeping the leashed animal on his far side so that it was walking on the grass and away from the street.

Just as we were almost abreast of one another and I was about to bid him a 'good morning', the dog had thrust itself upon my lower legs in unabridged friendliness ─ I had not even noticed it coming, so quickly was it upon me!

It was some sort of greyhound in its appearance, but smaller than what I would have expected. As I stopped and bent down and responded to the overt display of friendliness from the dear canine, I was unable to do aught but talk almost as if I was cooing to a baby ─ the pooch was a sheer delight.

However, it felt not just lean, but in fact rather bony ─ as if it was underfed. I suspect that maybe it just doesn't get much muscle-building exercise. Perhaps it is a house-dog, and the only exercise it gets is when it is walked on a leash.  

It was young. The owner ─ probably at least into his 50s and maybe even his 60s ─ was clearly pleased that I seemed so overcome by his "pup", as he referred to it.  

I finally had to break away from the young creature, apologizing to it that I had to get going. But I sincerely thanked the man for such a wonderful experience and start to my day, and I think that this likely made a big positive impact on his own day's start.

The only other incident of note was that as I was approaching 146th Street as I walked along 103rd Avenue (Google Map), I saw a raccoon coming from the last home's property at the left corner of that intersection as the wild creature was crossing over 103rd Avenue to the property on the right side of the road, probably eventually bound for the deep forest a little further on.

It was still quite gloomy. Sunrise was listed for today as being at 7:04 a.m., so with the overcast sky, it was hardly broad day.

I got my shopping done, but despite carrying what I'd bought in two different tote bags, the weight seemed exceptionally oppressive, and I had to walk much slower than I desired.  

Of primary note in that regard were two litres of heavy (whipping) cream, a litre of the 10% butterfat cream that my younger brother prefers using in his coffee, a 1.75-kg container of organic yogourt, three litres of liquid honey, and two kilogrammes of demerara brown sugar.

So, six litres of more-or-less liquid products, and 3.75 kilos (8.25 pounds) of other products by weight. I am 71 years old, after all ─ this was a huge strain to get home with, all carried by hand!

It was probably at least around 8:20 a,m. by the time I was back at the locked front door.

And once I had put everything away and dressed down, I was basically overwhelmed with weariness such that by maybe 8:30 a.m. I was back in bed, hoping to get a little more sleep and revive enough to watch some T.V. with my brother at 10 a.m. ─ I could hear that he was just beginning a shower as he rose for the morning.

I confess that I never expected to be so physically challenged and exhausted that when I next checked the time to see if it was yet 10 a.m., it was in fact 11:38 a.m. ─ how was that possible, I wondered incredulously!

I was not to have much time to watch anything of importance with my brother.

At least I was able to tune in (via our Android TV Box) the 20-minute video by Rebel News that I had failed to locate for us yesterday: What are the unintended consequences of vaccine passports?

That video did an almost startlingly good job of illustrating what is likely ahead for those of us who have the sense to refuse this damned COVID-19 'vaccine' ─ for Pete's sake, people, there is absolutely no pandemic! Think, people ─ why the Hell do each and every case of some supposedly healthy person dying from it make the newspapers or television news?

The reason that such incidents make the damned news is because ... they ... are ... that ... RARE! 

Figure it out, people!

The video was disturbing enough that my brother ventured that we ought to be set at some near point to sell the house and be prepared to leave Canada for somewhere else that will not become as fascist towards the 'unvaccinated' as it seems the government here is marching towards. 

But I do not want to devolve into that discussion here and now.

Once the video was done, I followed it with an episode of Supergirl ─ specifically, season four's episode 17 ("All About Eve"). Once it was done, my brother sought some bed rest before tuning in an NFL game that he watched to its conclusion ─ his favourite Seattle Seahawks were ass-kicked by the Minnesota Vikings. By that I mean that Seattle went into the first half break with a three-point lead; but apparently they felt that was enough and scored nothing further ─ Minnesota caught up and then beat them by 13 points. 

When his game was done, he then headed away for the afternoon.

I may be misreading how he has been spending his evenings here at home when he returns from wherever he goes to do some drinking. I say that because I see no increase in our empties apart from the small contributions I have made over the past several days.

So either he has been coming home and has not continued with this drinking; or else he is hitting the hard stuff, for he does have a small supply of Scotch. 

By the way, the day has had a fair amount of steady rain, beginning after my return home this early morning.

My early evening has now arrived ─ it is after 7:30 p.m. Consequently, I am going to call a halt to blogging for today. I had meant to watch a little T.V., but my brother is already back home and watching it. And so rather than risk his state of inebriation, I will remain here upstairs and get to bed before mid-evening in preparation for another overnighter here at my cmputer.

I weighed myself before my day's first meal, and thus I had an empty stomach. Stripped down to my undershorts, at maximum I might have been 178 pounds, but I could have been as low as 177. We only have an analogue bathroom scale, so the needle can waver to some degree each time a new reading is sought.

Me second meal of the day is only now about to be eaten ─ two hard-boiled eggs and an apple, plus some nutritional supplements.

Okay ─ I'm done for today.

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Identifying Michalmas Asters (Or Daisies) In the Garden

With my younger brother home last evening no later than 8:10 p.m. from wherever he had been drinking, I was to bed by about 8:15 p.m. to try and nap away the evening and thereby fortify me for my usual hours overnight working here at my computer.

I got some sleep, but found myself awake around 10:15 p.m. It was too early to rise, for a check revealed that my brother was still downstairs watching T.V. And so I returned to bed, rolled onto my stomach, and made a pitched attempt at finding a little further sleep.

To my considerable surprise, the next time I checked the time it was something like 11:47 p.m. My brother had apparently long retired to his bedroom for the night, and my wife was home by then from her day working at the Thai restaurant where she is employed on a part-time basis. (Actually, as I now recall, she was home when I was awake a little earlier.)

I was to sit up until nearly 5:40 a.m., and in that while I had six more-or-less hourly three-drop hits of Miracle Mineral solution (MMS). I could have had a seventh, but I no longer had any appetite for the stuff ─ the notion of quaffing more was utterly repellent.

I can understand why some people drink it with something like cranberry juice instead of just distilled water. Perhaps after I finish my final of three weeks taking these three-drop hits and I embark on a daily dose of a six-drop hit, I may use unsweetened cranberry juice or something similar and be done with the distasteful drink that mixing MMS with plain distilled water results in.

To be honest, the thought of a seventh dose this early a.m. was close to bringing on my gag reflex. I could use more water than I do; but as it is, I am already urinating far more than I care to, and I do not want that urge affecting me while I am lying in bed and trying to sleep.

For me, sleep is hard won ─ I do not need this situation exacerbated by that annoying, burning need to urinate. 

My morning officially began ahead of 9 a.m., I believe. I remained upstairs here at my computer until a little after 10 a.m., and then went downstairs to boil water for a black instant coffee. My brother was reading the Saturday morning edition of the Vancouver Sun that I subscribe to.

I had in mind for us a Dr. Mercola video that I had recorded some weeks back that had actually been recorded by Dr. Mercola back in March: The Empires of Gates- Interview with Vandana Shiva, Ph.D.,.

My brother initially grumbled, but after the nearly hour-long video had ended, he offered that he quite likes Dr. Vandana Shiva. Thanks to me, he has seen a little of her previously, so she is not unfamiliar to him.

I followed up that video with one from Rebel News: Are vaccine mandates legal? Calgary lawyer Derek From shares his insight. Nearly 20 minutes long, I only tuned it in because I was unable to find one that was to have been uploaded two days ago. I now realize that I simply did not scroll far enough down the webpage of their video listings to find the darned thing.

We finished up our viewing with an episode of Arrow ─ specifically, season seven's episode 17 ("Inheritance").

My brother then had some bed rest before he left for the afternoon, to ultimately begin his daily drinking somewhere.

My wife never had to work today; and around 5 p.m., she left ─ probably not to return until sometime during the latter half of Monday.

Had she not been here overnight, I might actually have gone to do some early morning shopping locally.

Also, with her present, I did not bother myself to do any possible afternoon sunning ─ which is to say, I otherwise might well have sat out in the backyard for an hour or so to give my face and shaven head some Sun exposure.

I actually had a lazy day due to her presence. That is, I did not feel up to pushing myself to adhere to the day's scheduled exercise schedule.

However, tomorrow morning I will be grocery shopping, leaving home before dawn in order to arrive at the store something over 2¾ miles from here as soon after its 7 a.m. opening as I can time things. I do not drive, so walking is my sole option.

I wish now to post two photos of a group of plants whose identity I have not known since their first appearance in a plot of garden at least three years ago ─ I took the photos at 2:59 p.m.this afternoon using my iPhone 5:

Even though it was sunny, the overall colour to these images is just not right ─ I probably should have used my old Canon PowerShot SD880 IS.

Anyway, according to the excellent website Pl@ntNet, they are a type of Michaelmas aster (or daisy, if you prefer).

So now I finally know! That website has helped me at least a couple of times before.

I want to watch a Christmas movie as yet undetermined, so I am going to close this post here. I will be having a couple of cans of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol), and just possibly a little wine ─ but I do not wish to jeopardize my proper sleep and ruin my plans of going shopping early tomorrow, so I must be cautious.

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Iceland Travel Book

With my younger brother coming home much earlier in the evenings than he used to, now that the bars and pubs are almost exclusive in their enforcement of proof of 'vaccination', I am getting much less evening in which to have a drink while enjoying a little T.V. before finally seeking to nap away the latter evening so that I am sufficiently restored and able to sit up overnight working here at my computer.

Last evening I was actually to bed at 8 p.m. because of his inopportune homecoming. I had to cancel out of an episode of FBI: Most Wanted that I was watching ─ I had gotten somewhere between 32 and 36 minutes into the commercial-free episode that I was watching via our Android TV Box.

Sure, I can carry on from where I left off the next time I feel like watching some T.V. by myself, but I hate having the continuity of a show arbitrarily ruined like that.

As a result of getting to be so early, I was too awake to easily return to sleep well before it was yet 11 p.m. My wife was home from work as well, so the beside lamp at her side of the bed was left on after she had come into the room for something ─ I use a bandana blindfold, so this usually is not really a problem.

Fortunately, my brother decided to go to bed shortly after 11 p.m. instead of sitting up until midnight as he customarily does.

Apart from the work I was to get done here at my computer overnight, I also had six more-or-less hourly hits of three-drop doses of Miracle Mineral Solution (MMS).

I am over halfway through my version of a three-week protocol that will thereafter likely see me limit myself to a single daily dose of six drops. If that becomes my path, I will continue with it until I no longer see any benefit.

My brother can't even handle a regimen of a single hourly dose. He claims that he is beset with diarrhea and stomach cramping. I let him know this morning that such cases are recommended to reduce their intake to a half or even a quarter of a drop of MMS per hour, and to build up a tolerance from there.

But why is he so adversely affected by one drop, while I cannot claim to definitely have noticed any reaction with three drops an hour?

I do eat a lot of fermented vegetables of my own devising ─ can it be that my intestinal tract is comparatively far healthier than his is? As well, he swills so much beer each and every day, might this be feeding organisms that have no right to be as populous within his intestinal tract as they are?

Too, I also wonder if his reaction might be related to a damaged liver from his years of daily heavy drinking. He does not always just limit himself to beer ─ on occasion he will top off his evening watching T.V. alone by hitting the hard stuff.

Whatever the case, I think that he said that he stopped taking MMS after the weekend.

He will not try to learn to use a computer, so I cannot get him to read up on MMS as I am able to do for myself. He could sacrifice one of his afternoons to actually become thoroughly familiarized with MMS, but of course this is not of interest to him. He's got to get out and get some 'socialized drinking' done somewhere.

Every ... single ... day ... of ... every ... single ... week.  

Is it any wonder that his guts rebel when he takes MMS? But no; he blames the product. Yet he has no explanation as to why I am unaffected despite taking doses three times stronger than what he endeavours. 

His health is of course his own to be concerned about. However, I have been supplying the MMS by ordering it through Amazon Canada. He has been supplying the requisite distilled water. I do not drive, so I am hardly going to be hiking off to be buying myself four-litre jugs of the stuff like he has been bringing home. 

At least after I graduate to a single daily dose of six drops, I can steam my own distilled water sufficient for that one drink. All one has to do is put some tap water into a lidded pot; place something like a sauce pan to float in the water; and then invert the pot's lid so that the steam that is going to be generated once heat is applied will run down the lid to its inverted centre and drip into the saucepan.

The heat doesn't have to be high. It isn't necessary to be boiling the water. If one is simply patient, as long as the water is hot enough to be generating some steam, the process will work. It will just take time ─ maybe a couple of hours to get enough water to drink with a single dose of six drops of MMS. I don't even need a cup's worth of distilled water. Sometimes I drink the three drops I am taking with what may only be three or less ounces of water. Since I have no reaction to the substance, all I have to contend with is its unpleasant taste.

While I was up overnight, I finally decided to judge it finished and thus I was able to publish the post I have worked on for maybe as many as six weeks at my hosted website Thai-Iceland.com: Iceland Travel Book. 

Should anyone but me care to know.

My wife had to work a full day today with an 11 a.m. start, so she rose very soon after I had joined my brother around 10 a.m. to use our Android TV Box to watch Odessa Orlewicz's latest video from yesterday: Sept 23- The Truth In Plain Sight - Will We Be Able To Stop Them? 

The episode was over an hour in duration; and frankly, it fast became a dreary bore. When Odessa decides to base an episode of her programme around the reading of some document, it is all I can do to sit through the episode. Had I been alone, I would have tuned in something else to watch. 

She has no business reading technical documents to an audience ─ she has no talent for public reading. My mind spent most of the time wandering.

I wish she would realize that no one is hanging upon her every word and thought as she wastes our time with these miserable readings. 

However, I did not wish to discourage my brother from potentially getting something out of the episode, so I held my tongue ─ I wanted to decry the episode. After all, he does not use computers to find information like this on his own; whereas I can read this sort of material on a daily basis if I felt like it.

Once the show was done, I needed something to serve as an energizing 'pick-us-up', so I tuned in this season's second episode of American Ninja Warrior.

And once that show was also done, my brother sought some bed rest before leaving ahead of the mid-afternoon to eventually get involved in some drinking somewhere.

I suppose that there was enough afternoon sunshine that I could have sat out in the backyard to bathe my face and shaven head in it, but I didn't bother. My day's first meal was especially heavy, and I felt it needful to seek a nap after eating.

Besides, today is bath day. I find that by the time I have washed up my face and beard, and shaved my head, whatever colour I might have gained from the Sun is lost ─ the superficial skin that was coloured is removed and lost down the drain with the bathwater. 

My face has never held a tan for long ─ the skin is too thin. A good shave, and the tanned skin is basically gone.

I see that it is now after 7 p.m. now, so I had best quit blogging and seek that bath ─ my brother could be arriving back home from any point hereafter.

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💀☠💀☠💀☠ Another Fall

It all became too much for me. The physical and emotional isolation, the absence of encouragement and hope, the inadequate financial resources and the ever-present debt, the geographical confinement that finds me shut up in our home as if in an interminable sentence of house arrest, too little sleep, perhaps a little too much to drink last evening ─ those and other oppressions. And so I fell.

I sought to sleep away the latter evening yesterday, having gone to bed shortly after 9 p.m. if I am remembering correctly. But before it was even midnight, I was awake. 

When that hour was nigh, I made a check to see if my younger brother had gone to his bedroom for the night ─ actually, I now recall that I had listened and heard him retire to his bedroom; and so I rose and came here to my computer (which I keep in a small room next to my bedroom).

But I performed no work ─ none. All was dissolution ─ apart from perhaps five more-or-less hourly doses of three drops each of Miracle Mineral Solution. That alone was the sole worthwhile expenditure of my energies, although a session of teeth-brushing should legitimately also qualify.

I was back to bed by maybe 4:50 a.m.

I believe that I was suffering a bit of a hangover, and that had something to do with my absence of productivity. I did not have the inner resolve to put in place the discipline required to engage any proper work here at my computer.  

My wife ─ who had gone out fairly early yesterday afternoon ─ never returned home until at least 9:30 a.m. this morning. I had risen by then, and was here at my computer biding time before joining my brother at the T.V. around 10 a.m. as is my normal practice.

She and I spake not a word to one another, and she wasted no time in getting herself to bed.

When I did join my brother to put our Android TV Box into action, I led us off with Odessa Orlewicz's latest video from yesterday: Sept 22- The Cats Out Of The Bag So How Will Our Corrupt Health Authority And Government Carwheel Around THIS One?

I find it both curious and interesting that she never mentioned the federal election that we lost on Monday, for this was her first video since that rout of the only political party that had a hope of putting an end to this infernal COVID-19 plandemic / scamdemic / casedemic.

How she can seem so unaffected by our loss so as to not even mention it mystifies me.

Her video was around 44 minutes in duration, so I followed it up with a couple of other related and shorter videos:

• Does the Virus Exist? Has SARS-CoV-2 Been Isolated? (Prof. Michel Chossudovsk / Christine Massey) (25 minutes)

• Love Your Servitude - Aldous Huxley & George Orwell (17 minutes)

We were also to watch an episode of The Flash ─ specifically, season five's episode 17 ("Time Bomb").

After that, it was nearly 12:30 p.m., and my brother announced that he was set to seek some bed rest ere heading off for the afternoon to eventually do some drinking somewhere.

I believe that he left just ahead of my wife emerging from our bedroom ─ I think that she may have been disturbed by a cellphone call.

She had to work this afternoon, so around 2;30 p.m. or soon thereafter she also left. My youngest stepson had today off work, while his older brother is nearly finished his second week of a dayshift that has been forcing me to ensure that I get to bed ahead of 5 a.m. to avoid him noticing that I am up, or else he will not lock the front door when he leaves.

In other words, if I was not to bed before he realizes that I was up, I would be obliged to remain up until after he left for work so that I could ensure that the door is indeed locked, and I do not always care to be delaying my return to bed for that length of time ─ especially if I have been up since around midnight following some latter evening napping. 

The afternoon today was remarkably sunny and warm, so I was to take advantage and sit out back for something like 43 minutes beginning at 3:29 p.m., facing directly into the Sun. I was fully clothed but barefooted; however, I could have just been in a pair of swimming trunks. 

I want to mention something I find quite peculiar about this blog. I have before mentioned that I think that Google 'hides' it to a large degree from search results, for as of this past Tuesday two days ago, my blog's Blogger "Stats" claimed that in the month to that point my blog only had two views.

So how is it possible that yesterday my blog suddenly racked up an additional 32 views, giving me a total of 34 for the month?

I have no idea what's going on.

I am still nursing the notion of getting a new hosted website online and reproducing my earliest blog entries there. That is, I would be editing the reproduced entries of my original and now private blog from which this one sprang in early 2019, for I began the original in late September 2008.

In addition to those early posts, after I began this new blog that no longer identifies one and all as I was doing in my original blog (my youngest stepson had found out about that blog when someone where he works drew his attention to it, so I had to render the entire blog as being private), around seven / eight years ago in that blog I began reproducing old journal entries into it ─ when, of course, there was one for that date to reproduce.

You see, I have a handwritten journal that I began in (I believe) August 1973 when I was 23 years old. And now none of those early journal entries for those ensuing seven / eight years that I still reproduce on a daily basis in my private blog are accessible to anyone but me. They might as well still be sitting hidden away in my journal.

Thus, if I set up a new website and begin reproducing the earliest blog posts from my private blog that I started up just about exactly 13 years ago, I would be able to add additional commentary and in effect edit those earlier posts enough that each new post would not be the "duplicate content" that search engines reportedly hate and therefore rank poorly.  

However, I would not want to quit posting my current happenings here.

But this would mean that somehow I would be making entries here, as well as entries from my old journal into my private blog (I am presently adding in those from 1981), plus somehow find the time to work on the new hosted website blog ─ all while trying to add some content on a daily basis into the latest post that I currently have in progress in one of my two hosted websites.

Yes, I also have two hosted websites; and because of how little time I currently have to do everything that I try to do everyday, a post in those websites takes me a month or more to finish. The reason for that is that those posts exceed 30,000 words ─ they are huge.

Consequently, I have no idea how I can fit in this proposed new hosted blog website that I am thinking about ─ my days have no real free time to give to it.

I need to be two people.

I think that the only other thing I will say before closing for the day is that ─ although I did not weigh myself today nor yesterday ─ whenever I do think to weigh myself on an empty stomach before having my day's first meal, I have for quite a few weeks been registering in the upper half of the 170s (pounds). Lately, I haven't been any worse than maybe 178 pounds.

For the bulk of my adult life, I have usually been in the low half of the 180s. 

I just wanted to have that noted.

And that's it for today.

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A Skunk in the Early A.M.

I squandered my afternoon following a nap by dancing on the abyss rim. I've lasted a number of weeks, I think ─ longer than I have in months. But I'll need encouragement from above if I am to endure. 

I cannot spend much time with this post. My younger brother bused off to a distant pub this afternoon that does not follow the unlawful mandate from Unhealth Minister 'Bon-Bon' to demand proof of 'vaccination' from customers, so he ought not to be home this side of 9 p.m. for a change. 

I wish there was such a pub nearby us so that he could just go there to do his daily drinking, for of late he has been beyond annoying by returning home far too damned early each evening ─ I have no time to enjoy any T.V. and a beer. 

Yesterday was the third consecutive evening in which the besotted persona showed up just as I was about to catch a show and have a beer ─ and at most it was only 7:10 p.m. Prior to these damned 'vaccine' passports, his arrival home at 8:10 p.m. would have been considered unduly early.

So in line with keeping this brief, I do want to report that while I was up overnight following my latter evening nap ─ and I actually sought my bed at 7:30 p.m. due to my desire to avoid my brother's drunken persona ─ I actually got in a walk.

My wife had withdrawn $900 from our chequing account earlier that day, forgetting that today is when our monthly mortgage is scheduled to be debited. Without the $900, we would have been several hundred dollars short.

She had meant to transfer the funds back after she was home, but she was not going to be coming home early following her full day working at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time.

As it turned out, she never got home overnight until well past 4 a.m.

Fortunately, she did have the required funds stashed away here at home and revealed the hiding place in a phone call late last afternoon. And so around 2 a.m. this morning, I headed away on the nigh two-mile round trip hike to the Coast Capital Savings headquarters building (Google Map) where I made the cash deposit in their outdoor ATM.

Even with a short holdup at an elementary school where I wished to do two sets of pull-ups on the gymnastics-style rings that are in the playground there, I was back home in under an hour, and thus I was able to adhere to the six hourly doses of three drops of Miracle Mineral Solution.

I am into my second week of a three-week daily treatment of this substance.

Incidentally, it was not the pull-ups at the school that held me up; rather, it was that I had to stand around wasting time because I could not access them ─ there was a skunk in my path, and it just would not move on.

I finally thought to illuminate it with the stun gun / flashlight that I had brought along, and that seemed to make it uncomfortable enough that it did finally depart from its position impeding my progress.

After my wife was home and had gone to bed, I doubt that she had yet managed any sleep before i returned to bed just ahead of 5 a.m.

My morning was to begin just ahead of 9 a.m.

At 10 a.m. I did join my brother to watch some T.V., putting our Android TV Box to use. The only show that I will mention is One of Us ─ we watched the fourth and final episode of this excellent short U.K. production. 

You can read the plot for yourself. All I will say is that my brother and I did not guess the identity of the person who killed the injured murderer of the young couple ─ both events took place early into the first episode. 

At the final episode's conclusion, I think that we were both happy with the fate of the female case detective who had gotten involved in the sale of some drugs with a drug pusher just so that she could help pay for her daughter's cancer treatments.

All else that I will report on is that obviously my wife never had to work a full day today. She never rose until early in the afternoon while my brother was having his rest before he left to catch his bus.

However, she rose and showered, and actually left before he emerged from his bedroom.

She had gotten nicely 'dressed up', so I don't know if she was going to work a part day (her usual afternoon starts are at 4 p.m.), or if she had some other function. I did not ask, and she did not offer to tell.

The day has been a mix of Sun and cloud. I want to note that when I was out on that early a.m. walk, it was actually very mild out there ─ not at all unpleasant. Street people or the homeless would have been quite comfortable. I could have been wearing a tee-shirt, in fact.

That's it ─ I must get to that T.V. show I want to see, and the beer I never had yesterday evening.

Canada Re-Elects Its Crime Minister

A dark day has dawned here in Canada, and it has been brought about by the bleating, wilfully ignorant masses who seem determined to be slaughtered; and also with a hand in this descent into inexorable anarchy are the electorally apathetic, and the outright stubborn who could not bother to vote even though they realize what is going on in the world.  

Maybe the leaders of the People's Party of Canada (PPC) would have eventually become as corrupt as the current mainstream political parties. But at least for the present, the PPC would have stood against the plandemic / casedemic / scamdemic that is being used to subjugate and muzzle Canadians who still understand what freedom is.

If the majority of Canadians truly are this lost to reason that the election would have turned out as it has, then the various legal actions by the likes of lawyers such as Rocco Galati are going to prove a misdirected hope and a waste of desperately donated resources. 

If we cannot really upon the electoral process, how can we truly believe that there are uncorrupted and / or enlightened appointed judges who will rule in our favour as a result of any legal action? 

We have had two World Wars for nothing. In their utter ignorance, weakling Canadians have eagerly given away their freedoms that were so precious to those Canadian warriors who fought in those wars to preserve our freedoms and rights.

My father was overseas in the Second World War, and his older brother served in the navy. Their younger brother later fought in the Korean War. Well, I will be utterly damned in Hell before I submit to anyone ─ elected or appointed or hired ─ who thinks that I am going to get 'vaccinated' and participate in a 'vaccine passport' system of life.

I will die first. But I will not do so alone if I have my way. If anyone attempts to physically force me to be 'vaccinated', I will fight that person or persons as if I was cornered in some darkened alley by some murderous element intent on snuffing my life. To me, it is one and the same.

One of the PPC candidates who was routed in this sham election was Chelsea Hillier ─ she ran in an Ontario riding. She came close to voicing exactly how I feel over this debacle. The following four audio clips are each 30 seconds on average at very most ─ I hope the links remain valid:

• Audio one (15 seconds)
• Audio two (37 seconds)
• Audio three (30 seconds)
• Audio four (35 seconds)
  

It truly does feel as if our fellow Canadians have betrayed us. In fact, they have.

On to a few other things now.

Early last evening ─ almost exactly as happened the evening prior to that ─ I was downstairs about to have a beer, some supper, and watch a little T.V., when I saw my probably drunken brother arriving home.

It was only 7:45 p.m.

Since he has nowhere locally that he can publicly drink because the cowardly pub businesses hereabouts are all enforcing lying Unhealth Minister Bon-Bon's unlawful 'vaccine passport' system, I guess he just does some drinking at the home of his girlfriend Bev and then comes home early to cancel any early evening plans that I might have of kicking back and relaxing before I seek some latter evening napping.

My wife was home at the time and had just summoned me to come and fetch some of the supper she had prepared.

Since I have no desire to have my brother attempt to impose upon me to join him and put our Android TV Box into action (he does not fathom its operation), I felt with no option but to remain upstairs without any supper. I did at least drink a can of the strong (8% alcohol) beer that I tend to keep in stock, for I had no desire to teetotal for two consecutive evenings.

And I was to bed no later than 8:30 p.m.

It took some doing, but I remained abed until just after midnight, by which time I discovered that my brother had retired for the night.  

I can well enough bide my brother's company if we are drinking together from scratch; but I cannot brook his drunken company otherwise. That persona is someone not my brother. Just as was the case with our father, the two personalities ─ the sober man and the drunkard ─ are at such variance that the latter incarnation is no one I am able to love. 

That mutated creature is not family of mine.

Overnight I was to have six more-or-less hourly three-drop doses of Miracle Mineral Solution (MMS); and I was back to bed by 4:45 a.m. or so.

I managed to remain there, acquiring some further sleep, until maybe 9:20 a.m. And at 10 a.m. I went downstairs to boil water for a black instant coffee and then to join my brother for some T.V. via our Android TV Box.

Obviously this was my true brother, and not the mutation he becomes when swilling excessive drink.

My wife had to work a full day today at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, so she rose to shower and otherwise ready herself, and have time enough to make the rather long drive in order to make her 11 a.m. start that is typical of her full days.

To repeat: my brother and I are both exasperated with the spineless complicity that defines the character of Canadians in general.

Since I do not wish to lose out on any T.V. this evening, I must break from blogging a little early. All else I have to say is that I could have sat out in backyard sunshine this afternoon, but I did not have the time. I had grown far too weary for some peculiar reason and could not forego an afternoon nap.

And since Summer officially ended today about 20 minutes into the noon hour, not only are such opportunities to enjoy the sunshine going to rapidly vanish; but the sunshine itself is only available in our backyard for a three or so precious hours before the shadows consume the yard. 

Anyway, that's it for today.

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2021 Canada Federal Election Day

To my absolute annoyance early last evening, I had just gone downstairs to round up some supper and then watch a show on T.V. while enjoying a beer, when my younger brother arrived home in his drunken persona that I prefer having nothing to do with.

It wasn't even 8 p.m. With no local pubs courageous enough to defy the unlawful 'vaccine passport' our lying Unhealth Officer 'Bon-Bon' has imposed upon the province, he has nowhere near to go to do his daily drinking. Consequently, I expect that he just does so at the home of his girlfriend Bev, if he doesn't know of anyone else he can visit.

Despite this incursion by my brother into how I had hoped to spend some of my evening, I believe that after I came upstairs here to my computer to eat my supper and to kill some time, it was likely a little after 9 p.m. before I got to bed to seek to nap away the latter evening and shore me up for some hours overnight working here at my computer in total peace and privacy.

Well, I got to sleep; and when I became aware enough later to wonder on the time, to my considerable surprise I found it to be something like 1:48 a.m. My eldest stepson has a day shift this week, so I have to get back to bed before 5 a.m. to avoid him realizing that I am up. Otherwise, I will have to remain up until after he leaves for work because I cannot rely upon him to lock the door when he leaves.

I am now into my second of three weeks on my version of a Miracle Mineral Solution (MMS) protocol utilizing three more-or-less hourly drops of the substance, so last night I was only going to be able to have four such intakes. Ideally, eight should be the full protocol, but I just do not have that freedom of scheduling. I would need to live alone. 

It was at least 4:50 a.m. by the time I returned to bed, and my eldest stepson was already up; however, he had not yet left the boys' den area and was thus unaware that my light was on here upstairs. I fast remedied that betrayal of my doings.

I managed some further sleep, and next checked the time a little after 9 a.m., rising then to visit my computer once again before heading on downstairs for a black instant coffee and to join my brother for some T.V.

I had a movie in mind for us ─ a 2017 feature about a young rodeo competitor who had suffered a serious head injury: The Rider.

It is normal for me not to read up on the movies I am about to watch, so I did not realize until I was watching the movie that everyone seemed to be part Native Indian. As it turned out, it was filmed on a South Dakota reservation ─ specifically, the Pine Ridge Indian Reservation.

The actors all seemed to be amateurs, and this tuned out to be true. In fact, the lead character and his father and younger sister were all actual family members exactly as they were being portrayed. Even the little sister ─ played by Lilly Jandreau ─ was actually autistic.

The main character was played by Brady Jandreau, who himself had been a rodeo participant who had experienced a fairly serious accident. All of his character's friends were his own actual friends. And one close friend named Lane Scott ─ a quadriplegic with brain damage who was in a full term care facility as a result of a very serious rodeo accident ─ really was a rodeo rider named Lane Scott who had indeed had such an accident and was now a non-speaking quadriplegic living in a care facility.

And he was Brady's real-life friend with whom the pair had developed a method of communicating with some hand signalling.

When the movie finished, even though it was interesting, my brother expressed that "it didn't do anything for [him]". I think that he had wanted it to have a more definitive outcome, for it ended with Brady seeming to accept that he really never would ride horses again even as a pastime, let alone as a rodeo rider.

However, my brother had no idea about these details that I have listed above. If I remember to tell him about them  tomorrow, maybe he will have a conversion to a more favourable impression of the movie.

This cloudy day is the official Canadian federal election. My brother and I both advance-voted back on September 11. My wife, who has not been home since Saturday, said that she would try to vote today on her way home, so I am hoping that she is able to do that.

I have no idea if either of my two stepsons bothered themselves to vote.

Our riding needs to elect a People's Party of Canada (PPC) candidate (specifically, Joe Kennedy) as our Member of Parliament. All across Canada, we need PPC candidates ─ as many as possible ─ winning such seats.

The party is unlikely to come out with a minority win in the election; but whether the Liberals or the Conservatives do win in the vote, if there are enough PPC candidates in Parliament, then whichever crooked political leader becomes Prime Minister, the PPC will be able to stand against whatever tyrannical moves the government tries to put into force.

As it is, the oppositional political parties all march in lockstep with the reigning Liberal Party that has been in power, allowing mandated 'vaccinations', mandatory face-masking, business lockdowns, and these ludicrous 'vaccine passports'. Only the PPC can hope to have enough representatives in Parliament to oppose any further of these despotic moves. 

My two stepsons know that I am absolutely in favour of the PPC's Joe Kennedy winning our riding; but as I said, I have no idea if their apathy will be swayed by my wishes such that they will actually vote ─ and vote for the PPC, of course.

I am not even assured that my wife will vote. She is very impatient. If she shows up at the voting place and there are too many voters ahead of her, she will quite likely not bother. And besides that, she may not even manage to bother to get to the polls before 9 p.m. when they close.  

Thus, there is only a 40% certainty that this household of five will have voted PPC at evening's end.

I am going to close this post here. I want to have a bath, and it is already almost 6:30 p.m.

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