Laid Low by a Sudden Attack of Influenza

Back in early 2019, I suffered what I am certain was an influenza infection. I've had bad colds before, but this was a whole new animal.

Well, it seems that I might have developed another influenza infection. My younger brother has been contending with something similar since maybe the weekend. I think this is why there have not been any empty beer cans accumulating that are attributable to him. When he gets home in the evening after some drinks somewhere, he settles on a shot or two of Scotch before he goes to bed.

I just don't know how it is that he can still head off for the afternoon as he still does.

Today is the one day a week when he would normally have bused off to distant Langley to drink in a pub located there which is not enforcing the illegal 'vaccine passport' requirement. He could not confront the miserable bus ride there and then back home later. Actually, it takes two buses. 

I felt unusually tired early last evening, but it never occurred to me that I was becoming ill. I could have gone to bed at 7:30 p.m. to try and nap away the rest of the evening, for I still intended to be sitting up overnight working here at my computer.

Nevertheless, I believe that I held off until maybe 9 p.m.

I can't blog today. I'm dead tired; my joints and muscles ache; my skin is somewhat sensitive; my head feels like I'll suffer a cerebral hemorrhage if I try to do something like push-ups; I'm unduly chilly, and when it's time for another return to bed to try and nap, the signal is that I start shivering.

Last night I spent 15 minutes around 3 a.m. inhaling nebulized hydrogen peroxide. Then around 4:30 a.m. before I returned to bed, I took a dose of six drops of Miracle Mineral Solution (MMS).

Around 1 p.m. today I had my first meal, and took a host of nutritional supplements with it, including 1,500-mgs of Vitamin C, 500-mgs of quercetin, 5,000 I.U.s of Vitamin D3, and three tablets of Jamieson zinc lozenges.

I will take a further batch of supplements with my small supper, including the above three items ─ except I will only take two tablets of the Jamieson zinc.

As well, at almost 4:40 p.m. I had another 15 minutes of nebulized hydrogen peroxide.

I will attempt to stay up until 9 p.m., and hope for the best.

My wife had to work a full day yesterday at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time ─ her shift on such days begins at 11 a.m. Today, she had to work a half day ─ a 4 p.m. start time.

I sure as blazes hope she doesn't catch what I have.

My brother expressed something that has been on my mind ─ is there any chance that either of us developed the dread COVID-19? And alternatively, since my wife and both of her sons are 'vaccinated', what are the odds that he and I are victims of their 'vaccine' shedding?

I can't go further with this post. I am going to have a bath ─ that might perk me up a little.

Incidentally, we've had some rainy periods overnight and at times during the day, but the latter afternoon has seen some blue skies.

That's it ─ I can bear to blog no further.

💀☠💀☠💀☠ Another Bout of Immoral Rescidivism

My wife arrived home early last evening while I was watching the season premiere of Magnum P.I. ─ it is truly nice to be able to enjoy athletic and beautiful Perdita Weeks again, for I am a huge fan of the lass. That gal is buff!

My wife wasted no time in getting busy in the kitchen, but I was just finishing what was my supper. Her efforts would be for the benefit of her two sons and potentially my younger brother once he was home from wherever he was drinking.

He finally showed up a little ahead of 9 p.m., by which time I had been upstairs here at my computer for a while; actually, I was in the bathroom when he got in, so I went directly to bed from there so that I could nap away the latter evening.

And I did well. It was into the latter half of the midnight hour when I was awake enough to be curious on the time, so that was when I rose to return here to my computer. My brother had gone to his bedroom for the night.

My wife and at least one of her sons were still up, but they gradually called it a night as well. All of them had to work today, although the eldest son is on an afternoon shift this week; and my wife's full days (at the Thai restaurant where she works part-time) do not have a start time until 11 a.m.

I was in good form, and relatively early finished the work that I wanted to get done. Unfortunately, that was my opening for censurable preoccupation here instead of getting back to bed a couple of hours earlier than I finally did ─ which was at least 6:45 a.m., and maybe even closer to 7 a.m.

I will say that the term "exquisite" ─ rightly or wrongly ─ definitely applied.

Incidentally, it began raining overnight ─ perhaps after 3 a.m. The day since has been solidly overcast.

The only other thing worth mentioning is that my last act before getting to bed was to take a single six-drop dose of Miracle Mineral Solution (MMS). I have begun a three-week regimen of these single daily doses to see if they are worthwhile, having finished just over three weeks on a daily multi-hourly dose of three drops for a total of anywhere from five to eight such doses (on at least a couple of occasions).

Eight three-drop doses were to have been the target, but I just did not have it in me to sit up that long overnight; and because I prefer to take in no calories nor even black coffee until after two hours following my final daily dose, it has been too damned inconvenient to follow this protocol during the day. I would usually be so hungry and (psychologically) weak from that hunger that I would never be able to tackle my afternoon exercising.

MMS seems to have no definite effect on me that I can certify. I could easily take those six drops two or even three times in a day, I am sure. 

After getting back to bed and having some sleep, I was awake and aware that my wife was getting up for the morning ─ at most, it was not quite 9:30 a.m.

When she went into the bathroom, I rose and dressed, and came here to my computer. My brother was watching T.V., but I waited until nigh 10 a.m. before going downstairs to boil water for a black instant coffee and to join him. On my planned Android TV Box agenda for the morning, I had in mind a movie for us.

However, he chose that time to leave and go for a haircut. He was back by 10:30 a.m. (my wife was gone by then). Unfortunately, we had missed the opportunity for the movie, for my plan also included to first watch Odessa Orlewicz's latest video from yesterday, and it was nearly 1¼ hours in duration: Oct 4th- Canadian Whistleblower Paramedic Speaks Out- I Interview Thomas.

By the time it was done, a movie would take us beyond 1 p.m., and my brother prefers to be back in his bedroom getting some rest before he heads off for the afternoon to resume his daily drinking somewhere. Thus, tomorrow is now the screening for that movie.

Anyway, Odessa's guest Thomas is employed in Alberta as an ambulance attendant, from what I understood ─ so I suppose that he's a paramedic (it says so in the video title). Even so, he fully expects that he is going to get canned (fired) for speaking out like he is doing concerning the scamdeimic / plandemic / casedemic.

The reason he is not giving his last name is likely due to not wanting the general public to know who he is, for he is married and has three kids. Who needs the 'vaccination' fanatics ─ the COVIDiots ─ persecuting one's family for speaking the truth?

His employment superiors obviously know who he is ─ he's not disguised; and this is why he is anticipating having his dozen plus years as a paramedic come to an end, for he has no intention of getting a COVID-19 'vaccination'. He has done far too much research.

It was a darned good interview ─ the guy is very likeable.

Once it was done, I tuned in an episode of Arrow ─ specifically season seven's episode 18 ("Lost Canary").

And with that finished, my brother sought his bedroom. I decided soon thereafter to catch a nap.

When I came forth from my bedroom afterwards, my brother was gone.

I smartly got to work on this post, and then took an extended break for some exercise and a little watering of some plants in the front yard that receive no rain because of a very pronounced roof overhang that we have basically all around the house.

My last session of exercise was out in the backyard toolshed; and when I came back into the house, I discovered my brother's van parked outside. It was probably around 3:30 p.m.

Did he come back and decide to catch a bus to go off to distant Langley to drink with his friend Greg at the pub out there which does not police wretched and corrupt Public Unhealth Bon-Bon's 'vaccine passport' mandate?

I was to learn the answer to that just ahead of 5 p.m. when he emerged from his bedroom.

It seems that he is coming down with a virus or something, and didn't have it in him to do anything earlier. And so this extended nap.

Nevertheless, this time he did head off to have some drinks ─ probably at his girlfriend Bev's home. I rather anticipate that he will be back fairly early in the evening.

It is barely 5:30 p.m. at present, so I am going to bring this post to a close in order for me to watch something on T.V. and enjoy a Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol) while my brother is away.

I want to mention that I have not weighed myself on an empty stomach in a week, but back then I registered around the 177 / 178-pound range. I hope there has been no increase since. 

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And Then There Were But Two

Not only did I consume two cans of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol) last evening while watching an excellent Christmas movie, but I even had some red wine. I was definitely affected, and I knew it.

The movie was 2012's Hitched for the Holidays. Hallmark's website has a short preview of the movie that you can find here: Hitched for the Holidays.

I had noticed that Marilu Henner was featured as a secondary character, but hers was the only name that I recognized. Back in her Taxi years, I thought that she was absolutely gorgeous and excessively underexposed ─ she should have been in a whole lot more series and T.V. movies.

One thing that I did not initially care for concerning this movie was that the lead role seemed to be given to actor Joey Lawrence, whose character in the opening seemed to be a heel who entered into relationships with women just for the sex and not the personal involvement and commitment.

I see that the actor has quite a large string of credits at Wikipedia, but I honestly do not know his name, nor can I say that I recognize him from anything I have ever seen.

As the movie's opening credits rolled, I seized upon the name of his co-star, Emily Hampshire, for I wanted to try and remember it if I liked what I saw from her.

Her character was the daughter of Marilu Henner's character, as it turned out.

It took me several minutes of watching cutie-pie Emily before it suddenly dawned upon me just who she was ─ and I adore her! I loved her for her two kooky roles in 12 Monkeys and Schitt's Creek, and have been wishing that she was in a current T.V. series.

What caught my attention about her in this movie was how trim she was compared to her appearance in the two T.V. series that were to begin airing three years later ─ she became a bit ... well, hippy. That is, she became a tad heavy in the thighs and maybe the hips. Here in the movie, she was pretty much leading lady material.

Yes, I thought the movie was excellent, as I wrote earlier ─ and I was almost ebullient when I realized who actress Emily Hampshire was once the movie got going. I think that I even gave thanks to God ─ I like her that much. I will definitely be re-watching it around Christmastime if my younger brother brings his girlfriend Bev here to spend a couple of days with us.  

Unfortunately I did not get to watch all of the closing credits, for that was when I noticed my younger brother arriving home from wherever he had gone in the latter afternoon to do some drinking.

What was doubly unfortunate was that I had not yet had a meal today, and it was looking as if I might have to retire without one ─ but it was only around 7:30 p.m. I had come upstairs here to my computer to kill some time before seeking to nap away the latter evening when my brother came up and asked if i wanted to watch something ─ i.e., put our Android TV Box into action (he doesnt know how to operate it).

He didn't seem too inebriated, so I decided to risk it. But first, I quickly gathered up the components of what was to be my supper.

I was to watch two shows with him ─ an episode each of Riverdale (season two's episode five "Chapter Eighteen: When a Stranger Calls") and The Conners (season three's episode two "Halloween and The Election vs. The Pandemic").

I absolutely must say that the episode of The Conners disgusted both of us ─ the episode was written as if face-masking is the right thing to do to halt the scamdemic / plandemic / casedemic, when this is the most utter nonsense; and those of us who know that face masks do not work in the least to prevent infection were referred to as "those people" who are worthy of contempt.

I hope the damned series crashes for this. To use it to promote such insidious propaganda is unforgivable.

The episode took us to just about 9 p.m., so I took leave of my brother and bade him goodnight, betaking myself to bed.

I did get to sleep, but I suppose some hangover was soon in effect, and I was awake when I believed that I had heard my brother come upstairs to his bedroom and shut himself up in it for the night. It was not much after 11:30 p.m.

And so I rose ─ I wanted to put some work into the post I have in progress at one of my two hosted websites, and to also embark upon my final hourly protocol of three-drop doses of Miracle Mineral Solution (MMS).

Where that latter was concerned, I hoped to get in six doses before finally returning to bed just ahead of 5 a.m.

My eldest stepson was still up ─ he has an afternoon shift this week, so he was sitting up to probably watch a movie on his laptop.

I don't think that I mentioned here about learning from him a day or two ago that he has gotten 'vaccinated' ─ the weakling did so just so that he could return to the gym for his workouts, something only people with a so-called "vaccine passport" are now allowed access into here in B.C.

So he sold his freedom and rights just for something as feeble as that.

And now my brother and I are the only two members of this household of five who are steadfastly remaining pure.

My wife presumably has been 'vaccinated' in order to keep her part-time Thai restaurant job; and my youngest stepson ─ according to his older brother ─ got 'vaccinated' because it has been mandated across Canada for all bank employees (which he is).

So those two did it to retain their employment.

But my eldest stepson had told me that his employer was not going to make 'vaccinations' mandatory. No; he surrendered his freedom without any kind of struggle simply for a damned gym membership.  

I am going to leave this topic for today.

As I sat up overnight working here at my computer, my poor sleep and that touch of hangover conspired such that I began to believe that I would have to return to bed after my fifth MMS dose ─ I could not see myself remaining up that extra hour.

But I did.

And now I am free to just have a single daily dose of six drops of MMS. I will try that for three weeks and see what comes of it. Thus far, taking from five to as many as eight hourly doses daily for three weeks has not resulted in any benefits that I can certainly lay claim to.

I got some further sleep after returning to bed, and was awake enough to be checking the time later just after 9 a.m., but I remained in bed for maybe a further 20 minutes before rising to come here to my computer. My brother was downstairs watching T.V.

Darned if I can remember what the short video was that I first watched with him when I joined him after 10 a.m. and again put our Android TV Box into action, but after it I tuned in one from the end of August titled Drought, Famine & Vax = Depopulation - Steve Quayle.

I don't know who Steve Quayle is ─ nor the video host Greg Hunter; but any American living in the Western half of the U.S. ought to check out the 57-minute interview. According to Steve Quayle, his "sources" have told him that by November, already reduced water reservoirs are going to be so impossibly depleted that the catastrophe will become starkly apparent to the people living in these affected parts of the country.

Yes, it is "weather warfare" at work, he says; and the purpose is both to assist in the depletion of humanity (that is also the primary purpose of the 'vaccines'), and to also drive populations out of the West by making the region unlivable.

The only other show we were to watch was an episode of The Flash ─ season five's episode 18 titled "Godspeed".

After it was done, my brother sought some bed rest, and I soon also returned to bed for a nap.

When I rose, it was to find that he was outside raking or sweeping up small leaves that had collected around the streetside and sidewalk perimeter of our front yard ─ a series of large trees spaced around the cul-de-sac we live in sheds vast amounts of these tiny leaves each Fall.

I took these three photos of him at work at approximately 2:48 / 2:49 p.m., while I was looking out through our living room window:

This past Friday afternoon between 2:34 - 2:36 p.m., I took three other photos of that small plot of garden in our front yard, specifically to capture the bee-loving Michaelmas asters (or daisies) thickly growing in it:

I intend to thin out that clump of asters after the Winter freeze that is ahead, for they are beginning to take over that garden plot. There are a couple of other places where I can make transplants and just let them spread as they may desire.

When my brother was done with that leaf clean-up, I expected him to head away for the afternoon. However, he did not do so until maybe around 4 p.m. or even later.

Now that he cannot drink in pubs and bars locally because he is not 'vaccinated', I think that he likely just goes and visits his girlfriend Bev for a few hours and then comes home ─ too early in the evening for my liking, I must say.

And since my evening has already begun, I am going to bring this post to a close so that I can have a beer and watch something on T.V. before he gets back.

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A Seminal Liquor Store Decision

It simply was not within me yesterday to create a post here. When I did have the free time, I was just too drained.

My morning that day began right around 10 a.m. when I roused in bed and realized that a light was on (I wear a bandana blindfold). Somehow my wife had risen and I had not been aware. 

When I rose and dressed and then went downstairs to boil water for a black instant coffee, I was to discover that she was not even home. My suspicion was that she may have gone to the Burnaby Thai Buddhist temple: Wat Budhapanyanantarama(วัดพุทธปัญญานันทาราม). 

My reason for this suspicion was that it seemed apparent to me that she had done some cooking, yet none of the dishes were in evidence. Usually when she goes to the temple, there is something of a potluck involved.

My younger brother was at the dining table reading the Saturday morning edition of the Vancouver Sun that I subscribe to, but I never asked him aught. 

He must have risen late, for he did not finish with the paper and join me in the living room to watch some T.V. until at least 10:40 a.m. When he did, I put our Android TV Box into operation and began tuning in three videos on BitChute that I had much earlier set up for play. I will link to just two of them.

One was a Corbett Report: Red Alert: False Flag Incoming! The video was not 13 minutes in duration and described thusly:

What does it mean when intelligence services start describing the next terror attack . . . despite having no intelligence about it? And what does it mean when former cabinet officials start comparing bodily autonomy advocates to suicide bombers? There's a false flag coming. And don't you believe it when they pull it off.

The other video was not even five minutes and featured Dr. Roger Hodkinson ─ my brother and I had watched much the same video previously, but the doctor encapsulates the fiction of what is happening with this wretched plandemic / scamdemic/ casedemic better than anyone else has managed to do in such a short presentation: Dr. Roger Hodkinson: "It's all been a pack of lies".

After the three videos, I meant to tune in another episode of Black Summer from season two; but to my considerable surprise, the last episode ("The Plane") that we had watched nigh 10 days ago was apparently the series finale. Or at least, it is to this point, even though the episode ended as inconclusively as it possibly could. 

The series is far more interesting than its predecessor Z Nation came to be. That original series went downhill so badly that it became sheer camp and lost all sense of any horror or tense excitement whatsoever.

Since I had to tune in something else for us to watch, I selected the premiere episode of Marcella. 

Now that was a most worthy choice ─ we will be following this series through to its conclusion! 

And since we still had a wee bit of viewing time, I tuned in another premiere ─ this one being for a so-called sitcom: United States of Tara. This series will also be getting added to our viewing roster.

When that episode was done, my brother went to his bedroom to rest up before heading off for the afternoon to eventually start his daily drinking somewhere. And while he was resting, my wife returned home temporarily ─ with a guest. It was another and slightly older Thai woman whom my wife was taking home from the Buddhist temple ─ perhaps my wife had even taken her there, too.

At any rate, my wife had only popped in because of the need to make emergency use of the toilet ─ reportedly she had begun getting some abdominal cramping at the Buddhist temple, and on the way back here to Surrey this irresistible need finally manifested itself.

I did not even know that we had any company. I was standing at the dining table checking out the Vancouver Sun, when 'the company' softly announced herself as she tentatively approached from the living room stating, "You have a guest!" 

We had never met before. And darned if I now remember her nickname, but it may have sounded something like "Ohm" or Oom".

She had brought a book to read, and asked that I continue doing what I was doing, and she would do her reading. And so it was.

When at last my wife finished up with her toilet travails and presented herself, our guest was taken to the backyard sundeck for a look of a very few minutes, and then they left.

My wife returned a half hour or so later at most, I would say. She was in need of nap, so that was next on her agenda.

My brother had emerged from his bedroom and left while my wife and her friend were away, so I decided that I would also have a needed lie-down, but in his room.

When I later rose, my wife was downstairs busy in the kitchen. She did some cooking, but she was not home to stay. She finally left after 7 p.m., and is not likely to be back until tomorrow afternoon or evening.

I had watched some T.V. after that nap, and I was still doing so when my wife left. And although I only drank one can of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol), by 8:30 p.m. I felt able enough to call it an evening, and to try and get as much sleep as possible.

I did not realize it then, but something was a little off-kilter with me. My plans for this morning revolved around doing some local grocery shopping at the No Frills outlet about four blocks from here; and since it does not open until 8 a.m., I would not need to be rising too very early. 

Alas, I had most broken sleep; and by maybe 3:45 a.m., I had risen. One would think that after essentially having been in bed for seven hours, I would have felt well enough rested, but this was not so. 

My eldest stepson was still up, watching a movie or something on his laptop at the dining table, so I quietly went downstairs to the kitchen to fetch a jug of distilled water and the two small bottles of what collectively create the Miracle Mineral Solution (MMS). I was only to have time enough for five more or less hourly three-drop doses before needing to leave to do that shopping.

Tonight will be my final daily protocol involving these multiple doses. After tonight, I will embark upon a protocol of a single daily dose of six drops. Just as I have with the protocol of the multiple daily doses that ranged from five to as many as eight (depending on the time I had, as well as my inclination), I will take the single daily dose of six drops for three weeks and then assess if I wish to continue with it.

I did get my morning shopping done, but I would have much preferred to have gone back to bed. I not only felt unusually underslept, but I have also felt inexplicably deficient in overall vitality. Perhaps the description of feeling like I might be coming down with some sort of viral infection best explains my situation.

Incidentally, we evidently had some rain overnight after yesterday's overcast skies. Today, we are having a mixture of Sun and clouds.

After I was back from shopping, I found that my youngest stepson was up (he had to work today); and as I was putting away my groceries, my brother appeared, having already risen. I have no idea when he got home last evening ─ I never heard him. 

We did not speak ─ he simply took the Sunday morning edition of The Province that I subscribe to and began reading it at the dining table; and I went upstairs to dress down once I was done in the kitchen. 

Very soon, I sought my bed to lie down for 1½ or so hours, as it was to turn out. I did not feel too far off from potentially having the beginning of a slight headache.

I needed that time back in bed, even if I was fully clothed. 

By this time my brother was watching T.V., but I waited until nearly 10 a.m. before going downstairs to boil water for a black instant coffee and to join him. Overnight I had seen that Dr. Mercola had uploaded an interview that I knew would be of interest to the both of us: COVID Fraud and Illegal Dealings- Interview with David Martin, Ph.D. 

The last part of that interview was dynamic! Dr. Martin has some powerful predictions concerning what he believes is just ahead ... and it is nightmarish.

On a related note, I want to link to this obituary for a Washington State woman that I came across this morning: Jessica Berg Wilson 1983 - 2021. It is exceedingly rare to see an obituary that actually lists the damned 'vaccine' as being the cause of death!

My brother and I also watched a short (less than seven minutes) interesting video titled CANADA: Know your rights against vaccines and PCR testing!!!

We finished up with an episode of Mom because my brother wanted to watch a Seattle Seahawks game in the early afternoon (soon after 1 p.m.), so he wanted a little further bed rest first.

I had never managed anything like a recovery of what amounts to be normalcy for me, so I sought a further nap of my own. I arose from that needful state to find my brother watching his game. And for the first time today, I fixed up a mug of my sustaining hot caffeinated beverage ─ my first calories of the day.

I see that my wife has already been busy today on Facebook. She is a fledgling and struggling agent of sorts for some of Thailand's The iCon Group's health-related products, and is displaying some that she actually offers to anyone interested in buying from her for probably less than is possible to acquire from any other source:

It is presently 4:24 p.m. and my brother is still home ─ I cannot remember when he was last here this late into the afternoon.

With this being the case, I am going to call it quits with the blogging for today. If he does leave and is not here to stay, then I may try to cram in a Christmas movie and have a couple of Cariboo Malts.

I resolved yesterday that I am no longer going to brutalize myself by making the four-mile round trip to the nearest government liquor store to stock up on Cariboo Malt just because it is less expensive there. Not only is it cruel struggling home the two miles with a couple dozen cans of the stuff, and maybe a four-litre box of wine; but it costs me a lot of time that I really do not have when I engage such trips (I do not drive).

Also, I have to make such trips during the wretched day because the liquor store does not open until 9 a.m. at earliest. I hate having to be out in the public after mid-morning!

There is a private 'beer and wine' or liquor store abut four blocks from here where I live. I am going to check them out and see if they stock the malt, If they do, and I am able to buy two dozen cans of it for no more than just a couple of dollars above $40, then that is what I will be doing from this day hence.

The government liquor store charges (with tax and deposit) nigh $38.25 for two dozen cans, so if I can get the same amount for $42 at most from a private liquor store, then so be it! For the physical and psychological relief of removing the ordeal of that far longer ─ in time and distance ─ haul, then the few dollars extra are well worth it.

This would also allow me freer reign to stop limiting myself so often to just one can of the malt because of my dread of having to replenish my supply by undertaking that punishing venture. There have been times when I would have loved a second drink, but I restrained myself due to that awful threat to restock the supply later.

It is now 4:53 p.m., and my brother has at last left ─ I will have some quick exercise and a meal, and then determine what Christmas movie to entertain myself with!

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Some Distressing Video Viewing

The day has been a blend of clouds and Sun ─ definitely more of the former. It was lovely to see how our clump of Michaelmas asters or daisies was practically infested with various kinds of bees. There just are not many nectar-bearing flowers in bloom at this time of the year, and that clump of ours is a mass of possibly a couple of hundred flowers. 

We've got quite a few marigolds ─ or maybe they're chrysanthemums? ─ in bloom fairly nearby, but the bees show little to no interest in them.

Well, yesterday evening I was to bed by maybe 8:45 p.m. to nap away the latter evening fairly soon after my younger brother had come home from wherever he had been drinking. I had more than enough time to watch an episode of Parenthood, and my wife was home at the time busy in the kitchen. 

After some sleep, i was awake and checked the time ... maybe 11 p.m.? But my brother was still watching T.V., so I sought a little further sleep. When I checked again around midnight, he had not yet retired to his bedroom for the night, so I lay myself down yet again. Fortunately, he must have then made the decision to call it a night, for I soon enough heard him open his bedroom door and then close it.

I was free to get some work done in peace and privacy here at my computer. My wife was using this room, but she vacated it after I was up and had gone downstairs to mix up the night's first three-drop hit of Miracle Mineral Solution (MMS). I was to have another five hits, one approximately on the next ensuing hours.   

Sometimes I will lose track of the time and overshoot my targeted hour by as much as 15 to even 20 minutes, but that has no real consequence in the context of it being potentially harmful. I could easily have condensed the timing of each dose such that I could have had eight of them by the time I returned to bed ─ which I probably actually did around 6:15 a.m.; but I don't like taking in that much extra distilled water on those nights when my wife is home and in bed with me. I don't want to be disruptive of her needed sleep because I am having to seek bathroom relief due to the pressing need to empty my bladder.

She was to have to work a full day today at the remote (from us) Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time; and although her start time is not until 11 a.m., it generally takes her a long while to settle down at night and finally fall asleep. I hear her up several times as time passes once I think that she is in bed to stay, and last night around 1:30 a.m. she even rose to go downstairs to the kitchen to apparently fix herself a snack.

Thus, I do my best to not be disturbing for her when I go to bed.

I don't recall exactly what time it was when I officially began my morning, but it might have been after 9:30 a.m. As I usually do when I get up, I came here to my computer to pass time until around 10 a.m. before going downstairs to boil water for a black instant coffee and then to join my brother at the T.V. where I soon enough put our Android TV Box into operation.

He doesn't know how to operate the device, so he is shackled to viewing whatever it is that he can find on regular T.V. with our basic cable package.

I led us off with one of self-defence specialist Tim Larkin's videos that was over an hour long and featured him interviewing a very physically large former Aryan Brotherhood prison gang leader named Mike Thompson: Best Self Defense Info You've Never Heard Pt 1 - Target Focus Training - Tim Larkin - Awareness.  

Yes, there is a second part to the interview!

The man was in prison for something like 40 years, if I remember correctly, before finally getting released on parole ─ maybe in 2019. 

I have since learned through some research that the interview must have taken place in the latter half of Spring before Mike Thompson was arrested again this past June and charged with rather massive fraud. I expect that he is likely behind bars, but I don't have the time at the moment to keep trying to research this to find out.

However, I located a very interesting and almost sympathetic comprehensive biography of Mike Thompson at Alchetron.com: Michael Thompson (Aryan Brotherhood).

Anyway, I followed up that video with two shorter ones.

One was 23 minutes: IMPORTANT MESSAGE FOR ALL CANADIANS [And the rest of the world! - Is Military Takeover happening?]. This is a BitChute link, but my brother and I watched it on YouTube where it will likely be censored and removed ─ i.e., banned.

The video revolved around a September 13 Saskatchewan declaration of emergency document and the appalling powers that it grants to tyrannical authorities over citizenry. And apparently on that same day, similar declarations were enacted in a few U.S. states, Australia, and may be about to strike in some other Canadian provinces including B.C. where I live.

I don't wish to make any comment as to how I feel about this apart from saying that I do not anticipate that I am going to have more than a few years of life remaining if things go the way they appear to be.

The other video was 24 minutes in duration and titled You May Never Trust another Celebrity after Watching this Video. 

I knew that Jimmy Kimmel and Stephen Colbert were spineless shills for the COVID-19 'vaccination' agenda, but I did not know how ludicrously obsequious Colbert was willing to be to show his ass-licking support.

That weak coward will never have anything from me but my utter contempt. 

I was disappointed to recognize the actor who plays the Martian Manhunter on Supergirl was in a montage of black British celebrities and related figures who were promoting the 'Kill Shot'. I had no idea that the actor was British ─ he has no detectable accent in the series.  

We finished up our viewing with an episode of Black Sails ─ season three's episode two.

After that, my brother had a short bit of bed rest before readying himself and then leaving before mid-afternoon to ultimately resume his daily drinking somewhere.

Hey, it's already after 7 p.m. ─ I have to stop blogging for today and have a beer and a little T.V. and some supper before my brother is back.

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