My life's situation is beyond hopeless as I bid adieu to another lost afternoon.
There is one last Christmas movie that I want to watch, and then I will steer clear of the genre until the coming Fall. I also want to hit a little liquor, so I am saying nothing further in today's post and will simply close with a couple of my wife's Facebook posts for some of the Thai iCon Group's health-related products that she does her best to market.
It has just passed 8 a.m. as I type these few words, and I am fairly wet and feeling a little cooler than I would identify as being comfortable from a recent frustrated shopping expedition afoot.
Although I did not retire last night until likely around 1 a.m., I set my iPhone 5's alarm for 5:30 a.m. so that I could have a large cup of black instant coffee and otherwise leisurely prepare for the hike. The destination market is just about a mile distant, and it opens at 7 a.m.
Well, as is too usual, I never left home until at least 7 a.m. despite better intentions. It was raining, but that is seldom a deterrent for me.
Alas, while outside the store and fishing through my denim jacket's pockets, I realized that I did not have my face mask with me. I had last worn it Friday morning when I accompanied my younger brother as he left to pick up his girlfriend Bev and drive her to work. That was my opportunity to stock up on four dozen cans of the strong (8% alcohol) beer ─ malt ─ that I like to keep myself stocked with.
Bev and the liquor store are a little better than two miles from here.
It turned out that I had left my face mask atop the two flats of beer, and then covered it over with the partial flat of beer I have mostly worked my way through. I discovered this this morning after returning home without the shopping I had gone out for.
And so here I am with nothing to show for an interrupted night's sleep, and a fruitless wet hike to get some grocery shopping done. Notwithstanding, at least the exercise of walking was undoubtedly beneficial, and I need to be doing more of that.
Anyway, that is my day thus far. And now I am going to get out of my wet jeans and return to bed to try and obtain a little further sleep, if possible; and to warm up.
'Tis now 7:35 pm., and I am quite newly back from making a repeat hike to the store. And although the morning became very sunny for a long while, the afternoon was ever-changing. My walk this early evening was in rain once again.
I was unable to negotiate both physically and mentally within the store as I otherwise would have done this morning, for there were just too many other customers. Also, at least one of the items was either not stocked, or else had been bought out. One other item was entirely forgotten by me, and it was one of the 'essentials' that I shop for.
I just wanted too badly to be done and to get out of the store.
Consequently, even on a Sunday I will not be making any kind of habit of shopping during the daytime if I fail to get out to run the errand during the store's first hour of opening. Of course, it was not daytime when I left here this early evening, for it was dark by then, but I use the term rather loosely.
It is time now for some supper, and an evening of television-viewing ─ along with a couple of cans of strong (8% alcohol) malt ─ so this post ends here.
This post will be brief.
Following up on a topic I discussed rather heavily in yesterday's post, I finally had a conversation early this evening with Sanra W., the longtime ladyfriend of my old friend William A. G. whom I have known since around 1962.
Bill is 75 years old, but is not expected to live another week, let alone make it to his 76th birthday in April.
Sandy visited him this past Tuesday, February 22 (2022). She took this photo of the poor soul that afternoon:
Apparently he opened his eyes once, but all she saw were his whites ─ it was as if his eyes had rolled upwards 'into his head'.
His tongue protruded from between his lips the entire time she visited.
She had been told beforehand that the staff were no longer feeding him; and according to Sandy, he was not hooked up to an I.V. unit, so clearly he was being starved to death (that is my conclusion).
Despite his state, while Sandy visited, a staff member came to give him a needle in his hip ─ supposedly to keep him calm and at peace.
But why? The guy was not exactly running around the room! How much more "calm" does he need to be?
Sandy confirmed that one of Bill's cousins said just what I said when Sandy and I talked ─ specifically, that Bill was deliberately being kept heavily sedated.
Sandy also took this photo of her holding Bill's hand:
If he is indeed heavily sedated and has not received any nutrients in days, this seems to be more criminal to me than it is anything else.
It is raining as I type these words at 7:19 p.m. ─ a gloomy background to this sad tale.
As with the previous two or three nights, last night was well below freezing (by at least four degrees Celsius) hereabouts. Thus far daytime temperatures have not fully rid us of the very thin layer of snow that fell two evenings back ─ areas where the sunshine does not reach are retaining that scant white cover.
Last evening as I awaited my younger brother's homecoming (he goes out every afternoon to 'socialize' ─ i.e., do some drinking with one or more members of his social circle), I tuned in the latest livestream of YouTube's ZOT.
Since the rout of the Freedom Convoy 2022 from Ottawa, the young lad has been remotely interviewing a few of the truckers he came to know, and who are now familiar to those of us who may have watched some of ZOT's livestreams during the truckers protest in our capital city.
To my delight, I found last evening that ZOT ─ I believe that his real first name is Matt (Matthew?) ─ had as a guest trucker Erik Mueller, the trucker who felt himself forced by the threats of the Liberal government against the families of his former trucking employer, to forsake the protest and return to Alberta.
I happened to be watching that fateful day when Erik was announcing to everyone that he had to leave; otherwise (said his former employer) something like 55 families of other truckers still working for that outfit were going to feel the unfettered wrath of our corrupt government.
It was a very emotional scene as Erik attempted interviews by quite a number of livestreamers before he drove off, for Erik wanted as much of the world as possible to know why he was leaving the protest.
Unbeknownst to all, of course, the very next day was the start of the police action against the truckers that was to result in untold damage to their property, and physical violence to them. Thus, Erik was spared being in the thick of what was coming.
It was truly nice having that visit with Erik and his progressively less shy wife (Carmine, was it?) who initially only contributed commentary in the background, but gradually became emboldened enough to start talking on camera.
I see as I work on this post that ZOT's lovely sister Charlotte is hosting the livestream, and she seems to be having interviews with various freedom-loving viewers whom she has lined up ─ these are everyday people (including Americans) who may be involved in the trucking industry, or else are just adversely affected by the SARS-CoV-2 inoculation mandates.
Darn, that livestream is interesting! I am having trouble working on this post!
It is 5:55 p.m. as I type this, so I am going to take a break for some exercise and wean myself from listening to the livestream. Then I will probably bring a close to the post, but I will first have to make a phone call related to a couple of photos that I received today and want to post.
So ... more in a while.
It is now 6:25 p.m.
I had the exercise, but I did not receive an answer to my phone call. The recipient was Sandra W., the long-time ladyfriend of my old friend, William A.G.
I have known Bill since at least as far back as 1962, I would say.
Sandy sent me the following E-mail on February 22 at 10:10 a.m. using her phone:
Sorry [me]...
On my way to see Bill.hes nearing the end.they don't expect him to live.
I just hope I make it before he passes.
Bill has been essentially bedridden for the past few years in a full-term care facility over in Victoria, and I have not seen him in person since sometime in the 1990s. Sandy is my sole means of learning anything about him, even though she lives in Vancouver and must use public transport.
Sandy is single and unemployed, and lives alone. Thus, she has nothing on her hands but time to chat ─ a luxury nor inclination that I do not share. I do not often have an hour of 'free' time to devote for an idle telephone conversation, and she would gladly engage me in that fashion on a daily basis.
I am not being particularly unkind about the lady. Although her heart is good enough, she can be quite the pest. She even told me that one fellow she knows has twice placed a restraining order on her because of her incessant phone calls to him.
Consequently, I never answer her calls, nor her texts. I will sometimes respond to her texts late at night just before I go to bed ─ to respond during the day would result in becoming immediately engaged by her with an endless back-and-forth.
When she sent me the above E-mail, I replied back and praised her for her devotion to Bill, invoking God's blessing for her selflessness.
I had no sooner sent off that E-mailed reply than she phoned.
I did not answer the call ─ I do not have the time during the day for the extended chatter she would require. The only time I might manage the time to have a phone call with her would be late in the afternoon / early evening.
I have had a couple of calls from her since her E-mail that went unanswered ─ she knows that I do not answer the phone, so this treatment from me is nothing new. But she phones anyway.
Today, she sent me via E-mail two photos that she took on the 22nd while visiting Bill, so she must have gone that day. I did not even know for certain that she actually went until I saw those two photos, for Sandy can deliberately attempt to entice me into making contact ─ it could have been a ruse. Sure, Bill is 75 years old, and less than two months from his 76th birthday, but she has exaggerated things before.
Did he die? I have no idea! She has not bothered to text or E-mail me and say. When she phones, all she does is identify herself to the answering machine, and instruct me to call her back as soon as I hear the message.
I never do, but that is what she always says.
If Bill has died, why does she just not come out and say so in her messages? This is what makes me so suspicious of her. She may just be fishing for a phone conversation to help pass her time.
I do not want to post the photos of Bill because one of them is extremely unflattering ─ the dear man's eyes are shut, and his tongue is partially extruding from between his lips. Was he unconscious? Or did she just choose a poor moment to take the photograph, and he was just wetting his lips?
The other photo only shows her hand holding one of his.
Whatever the situation is, I will await a full revelation from Sandy of Bill's demise before publishing the photos, but I won't be talking to her this evening. I no longer have the time. I will attempt to call her around the same time tomorrow, if my wife is not home just as she is not now (she had to work a full day today at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time).
That is one further hurdle I have where talking to Sandy is concerned ─ I cannot give her the required time if either my wife or my brother are home, so this further reduces my opportunities.
I am going to quit this post so that I can get back into Charlotte's livestream, watching it on T.V. downstairs via one of the two YouTube apps that I have downloaded into our Android TV Box.
The only other piece of news I have is that this morning, I accompanied my brother when he left to pick up his girlfriend Bev at 10 a.m. and drive her to work (she works four days a week). I used that occasion to stock up on the strong (8% alcohol) Cariboo Malt that I like to keep in stock.
What's the hit on four dozen cans of this beer with added taxes and can deposits?
Well, the full bill came to $76.47. Canadian governments are utter thieves with their infernal taxation on anything alcohol-related.
The past couple of nights have found temperatures to be a few degrees below the freezing level, and thus the intervening days have also been quite cold, of course.
The surprise in the weather, however, took place at some point shortly after 9 p.m. last evening. My younger brother arrived home around 9:40 p.m. announcing that it was snowing. I had been outside around 8:30 p.m., perhaps, and there was no indication whatsoever that we were about to have this experience.
Granted, the amount of snow was negligible; but for hereabouts in my part of Surrey, B.C., it is unusual to have snow this far into a new year.
Note that I took the above two photos with a Canon PowerShot SD880 IS digital camera, and it does not handle poorly-lit scenes at all well. I think that my iPhone 5 would have resulted in a brighter foreground.
It was around 9 a.m. this morning that I took those photos while looking out from our living room window to the cul-de-sac we live in.
My wife ─ who had evidently gone out yesterday mid-afternoon to eventually become involved in a birthday party in her honour (her birthday was the 22nd) ─ sensibly did not drive herself home last night. She in fact did not come home until late this morning, and promptly went to bed.
The primary reason that I know she was having her birthday celebrated was because I located the following images and a brief video at her Facebook account that she took as selfies:
Thai girls just wanna have fun!
Now on to a few other things, if I have the time.
A very few days ago, my brother and I watched an episode of Lewis ─ specifically, the final episode of season three that was titled "Counter Culture Blues" ─ that featured as the main guest star, actress Joanna Lumley, portraying a former sex-symbol rock singer from back in the 1960s.
I have liked Joanna Lumley ever since her stint as John Steed's partner in the T.V. series The New Avengers back in the 1970s.
She never replaced Dianna Rigg's Emma Peel in my heart, but I must admit that Joanna managed to 'age better'.
What I also got a rise out of in the Lewis episode was an entirely unexpected secondary guest star ─ actress Perdita Weeks, whom I have come to delight in as the gorgeous and athletically-built Juliet Higgins in the revamped T.V. series Magnum P.I.
By the way, my brother and I are working our way through all three of the Inspector Morse-related series (the third being Endeavour). We are alternating episodes and are likely watching one of each per week.
My brother and I are, of course, also keeping abreast of current events related to the Freedom Convoy 2022 and the invocation and then the sudden repeal of the Emergencies Act by our corrupt Crime Minister Unjust Trudope ─ that dictatorial snake has to be removed from government.
I won't link to any specific videos that we have been watching, but you can find more than enough by perusing those listed on Rumble for Rebel News and Action4Canada.
Along with the riddance of our fearful leader, the world needs to have the corrupt Pharmaceutical Industry utterly devastated for their murdering actions over the past two years.
As I mentioned in yesterday's post, both two of the major players seem on the verge of going bankrupt, with any luck ─ see this article in The Desert Review published three days ago: Pfizer & Moderna Investors Run for the Exits.
Late tonight, if there seems the time, I may tune in the 47-minute Liberty Coalition Canada video that was uploaded to Rumble today: Shock & Awe! The Senate Got it Right. We Called it Wrong. The title of the video does not indicate it, but the Russian invasion of Ukraine is also discussed.
Perhaps the final item I will mention today is the following hoax / scam message that I received today at 7:26 a.m. as an E-mail:
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This is so bogus!
There was no charge to my credit card ─ this was simply an attempt to scare me into contacting them for the dual purpose of letting them know that my E-mail was an active account; and to try and lure me into engaging with them and revealing any kind of vital information by which they would be able to fleece me.
For example, if I was stupid enough to believe that a charge was about to be lodged against my credit card and I contacted the above by calling their "Helpline" number, undoubtedly I would be assured that somehow there must have been a misunderstanding and they would immediately cancel the charge ─ all I would need to do is provide them my credit card details.
Yeah, right! Dream on, you loser a**holes.
A genuine occurrence of anything like this would have the E-mail addressing me by name ─ this one did not. Also, my credit card type and probably its last four digits would have been cited ─ but again, there was no mention of either of these two details. Many people have more than one credit card.
The whole message was 100% anonymous and nonspecific where I as a potentially new customer was concerned.
That's it for today.
There was no plan to make much of a post today due to how I abasedly squandered my afternoon ─ I didn't even engage the little bit of exercising I wanted to have. It is shameful.
However, I wanted to bring some attention to a petition I learned of today that you can read about at the website of the Canadian Citizens for Charter Rights & Freedoms: Petition to dismiss Prime Minister Trudeau.
I signed the petition, and got in early at doing so, for I was something like the 335th signature.
Since I know that the CBC is nothing more than the propaganda arm of Trudeau, when I next came across the following petition, I also signed it: Defund the CBC and end media bailout. It was a little like making a fairly clean sweep.
Global and CTV need to be purged as well.
Still later after signing those two petitions, I learned of a profound turnaround ─ the news arrived at 2:43 p.m. via an E-mail I received from Rebel News. Basically, this was said:
Justin Trudeau just officially called off the Emergencies Act!
Trudeau made his announcement while Senate was still in session to debate the use of the Act after the House of Commons voted on Monday to keep it.
Had the vote been rejected against Trudeau's demands, the Emergencies Act would have been immediately ended. If it passed, it would have been in place for 30 days before returning to another vote in Parliament.
Ezra Levant and Sheila Gunn Reid are LIVE right now to share their reactions to the announcement and give their thoughts on what they think will happen next.
I never watched the video ─ maybe I will do so tomorrow morning with my younger brother. So as yet, I know nothing else concerning this nearly astounding event. Now if only that wretch would remove the SARS-CoV-2 mandates, Canada would begin to seem worth living in once again.
Nevertheless, that criminal must be removed from power, and tried and jailed.
Concerning the revocation of the Emergencies Act, I dearly hope that those Canadians whom Trudeau victimized by freezing their bank accounts (because they had even remote involvement with the Freedom Convoy 2022) will now be given rightful access to their own finances once again. Also, there are a lot of people that ruinous dictator jailed who must be immediately freed, and loads of tickets and fines that must be negated. There is even confiscated private property ─ such a big rigs and other trucks ─ that the truckers and other owners absolutely must have restored.
Restitution must also be made to damages that were caused by the Trudeau-ordained despotic 'policing' action in Ottawa.
Trudeau has GOT to go!
Other interesting news relating to the plandemic / scamdemic / casedemic includes this article published today at a website called The Automatic Earth ─ I hope to Heaven that this is true: Bankruptcy For Moderna, Definitely Pfizer.
Bankruptcy is insufficient ─ everyone behind the coercion of 'vaccination' need to be tried and in some instances perhaps even executed.
Also just published today, I read an intriguing article by Dr. Joseph Mercola that people need to know about: How to End Vaccine Mandates — A History Lesson. The article included references to writing by researchers who dispute the mainstay beliefs that past vaccines prevented and helped eradicate diseases like smallpox.
This broadly accepted medical tenet may have been as huge a lie as is the "safe and effective" nonsense about the current SARS-CoV-2 inoculations.
That article will be unavailable at Dr. Mercola's website before Friday, so it must be accessed at other locations. If the above link fails, then try others such as here and here.
A similar report was published two days ago at 21st Century Wire: Smallpox: A Vaccine Myth?
It is already working towards 7:30 p.m. and I need to have a bath before having some supper and some T.V. (and a couple beers), so I must take my leave here.
Instead of watching any Freedom Convoy 2022 related videos early last evening, I opted to tune in a Christmas movie and enjoy the effects of some rum. My choice of movie was 2012's A Golden Christmas 3 (apparently also titled as Home for Christmas).
I enjoyed it ─ I love romantic Christmas movies. I had already seen the two predecessor movies (A Golden Christmas and 3 Holiday Tails ─ which was also apparently titled as A Golden Christmas 2: The Second Tail), and was favourable about both of them, so this seemed required viewing.
The lead actress's name (Shantel VanSanten) was not familiar to me, but I certainly recognized her soon enough ─ I also recognized and love the occasional distinctive 'squeak' in her voice.
I also failed to recognize the name of child actress Alexandra Peters, but she was certainly a familiar face. Wikipedia says that she and her character featured in the previous movie in this trilogy, but I cannot recall her role any longer.
That cute girl today is 22 years old, and a most attractive young woman!
We were all kids at some point, and then we 'grew up' ─ some considerably better than others.
After my younger brother got home later that evening, I tuned in another movie ─ the 2018 feature Replicas.
I had deliberately read as little about it as possible, so I had no idea until it began that the lead actor was Keanu Reeves. The movie was definitely interesting enough, and certainly exciting as well as provocative ─ after all, who among us would not wish to bring back to life a newly deceased loved one?
In the case of Keanu Reeves' character, he had lost his wife and all three of his children. His prime dilemma was that he would only be able to bring back three of those four family members ─ so, how on Earth to choose?
I was unhappy at the movie's finish ─ I wanted the main villain to be permanently dead. No one as murderous as that prick deserved to live a life filled with wealth.
By the way, Keanu's TV wife was portrayed by gorgeous actress Alice Eve.
But enough about movies.
My wife arrived home during the latter evening yesterday, yet even though my brother and I were up watching T.V. till nigh 1:30 a.m., I did not hand over her birthday gift ─ the smartphone gimbal I have for her. Today is her birthday.
She had to work a full day today (with an 11 a.m. start), so there was no time for her to open the package this morning before she left for work. Thus, as yet she still does not know what I have for her.
I doubt that she will be able to employ the device without the assistance from either of her sons in getting it set up, for I expect that some app is likely necessary; and I think that it will even be necessary to register online for use of the app.
And then there is the learning curve in using the device itself ─ my Thai wife is not all that versatile with understanding printed English, so any guide would likely need to be dealt with by one of her two sons.
She posted this ad to her Facebook account this afternoon ─ she tries to earn a little extra income as an agent for Thailand's The iCon Group and some of its health-related products:
Oh gosh! It's already into my evening, and I still have to exercise, as well as make a phone call that is going to require a conversation I would prefer not to be taking the time to have ─ I always seem to have so damned little free time.
As a result of those two commitments, I have to call it quits for this post ─ I have no time to say more.
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'Twas mainly sunny today hereabouts, and barely above freezing overnight. However, this morning I heard on T.V. that a cold front is on the way, so we're probably in for some freezing weather that may not see daytime temperatures climb even as high as the freezing level.
I could have gone out and done some non-grocery shopping today, but early this morning i calculated my chequing account's situation factoring in the imminent monthly mortgage debit that will likely be drawn from the account tomorrow, as well as a minimum credit card payment due the same day.
I wanted to exceed that minimum credit card payment by adding on the cost of the smartphone gimbal that I ordered online for my wife using that card, but doing so will put me perilously low in the chequing account's balance. I would not likely have enough remaining to do any shopping whatsoever until my monthly pension gets deposited into the account at some point later this month.
Consequently, I went ahead and made the minimum payment of $294.40 today, and once the mortgage gets automatically debited from the account, I will reevaluate the account's health. The full cost of the gimbal was $116.86.
I suppose that my pension might arrive later this week rather than on Monday, the final day of the month; but I have no assurance of that. Therefore I think it prudent not to make any further payment toward that credit card until my pension does arrive, just in case it does not show up before Monday. Otherwise, I will be unable to do any kind of shopping with my debit card.
Today was to be the hugely important Parliamentary vote on whether the Trudeau government should be able to enact the Emergencies Act (formerly the War Measures Act).
I knew that the Conservative Party would vote against enabling the Act, so I E-mailed the following message to the leader of the New Democratic Party (N.D.P.):
Mr. Jagmeet Singh;
I live in B.C.'s Surrey Centre electoral district, which unfortunately has a Liberal as its member of Parliament.
I am 72 years old, and for 50 years ─ right up until the last federal election ─ I have exclusively voted for the NDP both federally and provincially. This past election, I voted for the People's Party of Canada (PPC) ─ the only time in my entire voting life that I did not vote NDP.
I voted PPC because the NDP has become an arm of the Liberal Party ─ there is no other way to see it.
The NDP used to truly be a political party for the people, but that is clearly no longer the situation. This absolutely must change.
Please do not vote in favour and support of Trudeau's Emergency Declaration. If the NDP votes to support that ridiculous grab by Trudeau for even more power, then I will never again return to the NDP fold. The party will have proven itself irredeemably corrupted and in strict concert with the Liberal Party.
I also sent this to the mentioned Member of Parliament (M.P.) representing my electoral district:
Mr. Randeep Sarai;
I am 72 years old and live in the Surrey Centre electoral district, so I am voicing my hope to you that you recognize that there is no reason whatsoever to be supporting Justin Trudeau's bid to deny us even more of our Charter Rights and Freedoms by giving assent to this declaration of an emergency that does not exist.
What I saw of the livestreamed 'policing' action in Ottawa this past Friday and Saturday sickened me.
It is impossible for me to say more without descending into vocabulary that I do not want to engage, so I will withhold. I will simply say: Please do not support this ridiculous confirmation of the need to launch the Emergencies Act.
As well, I will add that Liberal Party members need a new leader before it is too late to save the Party.
I knew that the latter message was probably an utter waste of my energy. Minor Liberal Randeep Sarai would of course do as he is told by his overlord and master, Mr. Trudeau.
Well, it was all futile. See this CTV News article published today: House of Commons passes Emergencies Act motion.
And I will never again vote for the NDP as long as I may live.
On a related note ─ that of the Ottawa Freedom Convoy 2022 'leadership' ─ I read today that one of the supposed organizers, Tamara Lich, may actually be someone else.
According to an article at CeliaFarber.substack.com, Tamara Lich's real name is Arlene Catherine Martineu: Clarity: A Post-Mortem On The Planted Actors In The Freedom Convoy, Part 1.
If so, then she may not even be Métis.
I want to watch any non-mainstream videos that I can find relating to the events of today in Ottawa. Since it is already nearly 6:30 p.m., I am signing off right here.
Tyranny won the Ottawa Freedom Convoy 2022 battle ─ the last remnants of the remaining protesters were forced out over the course of yesterday. The frigid overnight cold finished off any straggling groups who tried to raise a ruckus at certain quiet Ottawa intersections. I watched precious Charlotte of YouTube's ZOT make a livestreamed foot tour into her midnight hour last night, and there was almost nothing to see.
Incidentally, she was active again in the early afternoon today. There seemed to be an intersection outside of the city proper where a great many protesters had gathered to make themselves noticed.
As was voiced, the tyrants and their blindly obedient jackboots will not have such an easy time of it come warmer weather when it will be far easier for massive numbers of people to travel in an ongoing flow to Ottawa, and spend their nights there outdoors ─ all the night through ─ if need be.
What disgusts me the most was the violent conduct of the jackboots ─ thousands brought in from all over Canada. Reportedly, some did not even speak English (or French, I am presuming).
Most notable was when a mounted unit of these apparent Hitler-lovers trampled a disabled Indigenous woman and a (probably) White chap ─ you can view the incident at this YouTube video, provided the video remains available: RCMP trample Ottawa #freedomconvoy protesters - 3 angles.
Rebel News made this report about some sort of chat feature some members of the RCMP engaged in ─ note that the leaked chat messages have yet to be verified: LEAKED RCMP MESSAGES: “Time for the protesters to hear our jackboots on the ground”. There is also a message expressing the delight that one of the alleged cops felt in witnessing the trampling incident.
If this is genuine, and it is indicative of the calibre of men and women populating the ranks of our police forces, then the whole enforcement system needs to be overhauled with broad unrewarded discharges of rank and file, along with trials and imprisonments.
Thugs.
I watched the livestreams of the peaceful protesters, and saw numerous instances of physical brutality from the heavily armed army of 'law enforcement', and it was sickening.
Down with our damnable Crime Minister Unjust Turdo!
Switching topics, I got out this morning ─ I left around 7 a.m., which was later than I had hoped to be leaving ─ and shopped at Save-On-Foods (Google Map). At most, it is a walk of about a mile from here.
I had checked online for prices at my former favourite destination much farther away ─ Real Canadian Superstore; but none of the items I was after were less than what Save-On-Foods was offering.
Save-On-Foods did have one notable failing in a product being advertised on their website ─ the one-litre cartons of Dairyland whipping cream were listed as being on sale for $3.25. Unfortunately, that was not so. The regular price of $6.49 or whatever it is was still in effect, so I only bought one litre (I had planned on buying two).
I ended up with such a load of non-produce items that I was unwilling to purchase anything in the line of fruit or vegetables, for I correctly identified that even by bearing home two tote bags of my purchases, the walk and weight proved a challenging workout.
And I did not even buy all of the non-produce items I had in mind!
By the way, my wife repaid the $1,600 she owed to our chequing account ─ it now has sufficient funds to meet the monthly mortgage that ought to get debited from it on Tuesday.
Tomorrow here in B.C. we will be experiencing the relatively new statutory holiday Family Day. I would like to try and visit London Drugs, but it does not open until 10 a.m. that day; as well, it is perhaps two miles distant. And so it is very likely that I will not make the hike (I do not drive).
The weather hereabouts was mainly sunny today, but there was an unpleasant chill breeze. However, at least temperatures have been remaining above freezing overnight.
I want to watch some T.V. before my younger brother arrives home from wherever he is presently 'socializing' ─ he left here very early after the noon hour. If I can find Charlotte livestreaming again on behalf of the collective ZOT, I will watch her.
Our Android TV Box and certain apps that I have downloaded into it make watching YouTube videos on T.V. a cinch.
Anyway, it is already nearing 7 p.m., so I am going to quit and then publish this post. I had considered making the hike to London Drugs this evening, but it closes at 8 p.m., and I do not feel like hustling my way there when there is the remote possibility that I can shop there tomorrow.
So goodbye for today!
My younger brother and I have been watching a lot of the curated Ottawa livestreams that are the hallmark of YouTube's VIDSTORM. This morning I tuned various livestreams around 8 a.m., and I didn't abandon my attendance until approximately 1 p.m. when I sought a nap.
My brother had sought some rest just prior to that, and he was gone for the afternoon when I emerged from my computer / bed room.
And now in my latter afternoon, I am again watching livestreams because there are still lots happening in Ottawa. Or I should say that I am mostly listening to the livestreams, taking a peek whenever it sounds like something especially interesting is taking place.
The police presence is still there, and threatening.
I want to watch these events on T.V. via our Android TV Box, so I am going to keep this post short.
My wife had worked the full day yesterday at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, and she sensibly came home a little after the mid-evening. She didn't have to work today, so she never emerged from what has come to be her bedroom until into the noon hour.
Around 4 p.m. she left us for the remainder of the weekend, for she tends to spend the bulk of her weekends somewhere in Vancouver. As she was leaving, and after I cautioned her to "be good" (i.e., don't be getting drunk and throwing away our mortgage money), she asked me not to buy her anything for her birthday.
Well, she is too late ─ I already have a smartphone gimbal for her and her coming Tuesday birthday.
Anyway, I meant what I said ─ this will be a short post. Today is a bath day, so I am going to take care of that activity now and then get downstairs to watch whatever is still going on in Ottawa.
The events in Ottawa today that saw the enormous convergence of various policing units to confront the Freedom Convoy 2022 truckers and their supporters, and which apparently led to the dismantling of the truckers' occupation with numerous arrests and personal property destruction has me feeling almost ill.
I am deeply ashamed of law enforcement ─ they are comprised of weak cowards, the majority of whom will do absolutely anything their overlords command of them.
"I'm just following orders."
As for Crime Minister Unjust Turdo, he is the most blatant and cowardly tyrant ever to find himself in federal 'power'. That despicable, vile wretch must be brought to utter ruin ─ he should not only be tried for his capital crimes, but he should be denied even the tiniest benefit normally bestowed to a political leader. He gave no years of service ─ naught but disservice and ruin.
For that, he should know nothing but financial ruin ─ if he even ever gets out of prison for the atrocities he is responsible for.
There are still supporters of the routed truckers who are trying to hold strong in Ottawa. My hope is that what has happened today will fire a revolutionary spirit far beyond that which initially roused the truckers ─ I pray that massive hordes of Canadians will descend upon Ottawa and 'hold the line' until the Liberals are disbanded as a political party if they do not denounce and toss out Unjust Turdo.
I wish that I had no familial responsibilities here where I live in deep debt near Vancouver ─ I would myself see about getting to Ottawa, never to leave until we either have full freedom again, or until I was dead. But there is not much that a 72-year-old non-driver with great family responsibilities and the aforesaid debt can do.
I am presently useless, and have been for quite a few years. But at least if I had no wife and stepsons, I would also have no debt; and I would be free to go and end my days standing for and fighting for a free Canada in very distant Ottawa.
I do not wish to spend much time with this post ─ I want to watch Ottawa livestreams on YouTube and immerse myself in the scene there just as it is at this present time following the hideous events of the afternoon.
My wife had to work a full day today at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time; so, with her 11 a.m. start, she left here on her fairly long drive in the vicinity of 10:30 a.m. At that time, my younger brother and I were watching YouTube Ottawa livestreams of the police threat buildup.
VIDSTORM proved to be the best means for that. My brother wanted me to try Viva Frei, but I had already earlier heard Viva Frei declare in his livestream that he was not going to go anywhere that would put him in jeopardy, so all he was doing was walking around in quiet areas opining. I had also tried Rebel News; although they had a livestream happening, the police confrontation was secondary and silent as deference was given to a pair of the musing Rebel News talking heads.
I was not interested in commentary by people remote from the action ─ I wanted to witness and hear the live confrontation, and also hear what courageous livestreamers on the spot were saying.
So before I close shop and go downstairs to watch livestreams from Ottawa on T.V. via the apps downloaded into our Android TV Box, I want to mention that a smartphone gimbal that I had ordered online from London Drugs showed up two days ago. It will be a birthday present for my wife ─ her Big Day is just four away.
I sacrificed to make the gimbal order and thus of necessity skimped on Valentine's Day. Even so, here are a couple of photos that I took last Sunday evening of the little carton or box of three tropical plants that were collectively to be her token Valentine's Day gift:
The gimbal is still in the unopened shipping box, so I cannot offer any photos of it ─ a DJI OM 4 SE Handheld Smartphone Gimbal. The full price with taxation was $116.86.
The plants, incidentally, cost under $4.
I also took a couple of photos of what I believe is a clump of mini irises that began blooming a few days ago just outside our front door ─ I think that they are around four inches tall:
I had something else to say, but it has now slipped recollection.
Gosh, it was a little after 1 a.m. before I was to bed last night. My wife was still up in the next room watching videos on her smartphone, even though she was to have to work another full day today at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time.
She seems to be quite involved in the T.V. series Ozark.
I had hoped to start watching the 2002 / 2003 BBC T.V. series Manchild that evening, but I was unable to locate any functioning source links. I did finally locate a source on my computer today, but the darned thing was dubbed in Russian or some related language.
I hate having to bypass a series like this.
The nights hereabouts have been well above freezing of late, and we even have what appears to be a small clump of mini-irises blooming near to the front door ─ they're only three or so inches tall. I want to photograph them, but anytime I remember, the day is too cloudy ─ I do not get good results under cloudy conditions with my Canon PowerShot SD880 IS digital camera, nor my iPhone 5; and I know that the blooms are relatively transient and will begin wilting soon, so I am in something of a bind.
Anyway, my morning officially commenced just after 8 a.m. when I finally resigned myself to rising. An hour or so later, I joined my younger brother downstairs to watch videos on T.V. via our Android TV Box ─ videos relating to the Ottawa Freedom 2022 convoy.
I eventually got around to tuning in a YouTube livestream by ZOT in which the young fellow behind the camera came upon the announcement by truck driver Erik Mueller that after 20 days he was having to give up the fight and leave.
A number of livestreamers got involved in this development, and Erik was clearly emotional.
Somehow Erik was feeling obliged to obey his erstwhile employer who claimed to have been threatened by the government with a freezing of the company's banking assets, as well as a suspension of the insurance coverage of the company's fleet of truck.
Apparently this would effectively involve something like 55 people and their families.
Although Erik had supposedly resigned from the company in order to be part of the convoy, and he owned his own truck, his truck was still connected to a company trailer there in Ottawa where he had been parked.
Reportedly it would not have mattered if he surrendered the trailer ─ the company was supposedly told that Erik himself had to go, or the wicked threats the government had made against the company would be enacted, effectively bringing it to ruin.
This was the gist of what I understood to be going on. Erik felt that he had no choice ─ he did not wish to see his former co-workers brought to harm by him refusing to leave Ottawa.
Actually, the whole lengthy scenario as being recorded by ZOT was very emotionally affecting. These livestreamers are doing a damned good job!
I also learned that Charlotte ─ whom I talked about in my post two days ago; she is a livestreamer who takes over from the young fellow who generally does the livestreams, but who sometimes needs to catch some sleep ─ is actually the lad's sister.
Good to know!
I caught someone else's short video of the street arrest Chris Barber, reportedly one of the convoy's organizers. He was walking along a sidewalk with a few other fellas when the cops appeared.
I am very distracted right now because I have ZOT tuned in, and it seems that one of two trucks ─ one yellow, one red ─ who figured rather largely in the earlier action relating to Erik Mueller's departure, has also been forced to pull up stakes and leave. It was the yellow truck. And right now at 9:20 p.m. in Ottawa where it is snowing heavily, the red truck is on the move.
I do not know if it is leaving as well, or just seeking another location, for apparently there had been some attempt by the police to have the truck towed.
I must clarify that I am only presuming that the yellow and the red trucks are the same two that were associated in the Erik Mueller segment this afternoon.
Hey, I can't resist this any longer ─ I am going to quite blogging for the day and go and watch ZOT on T.V. downstairs.
ZOT said that there are now three trucks that left today ─ yes, lots happening at present!
