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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