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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