Latest DHL "Clearance Event" Update

'Twas 9:28 p.m. yesterday evening when I saw my younger brother arriving home, so provided that he was not mindlessly sloshed, I would be sitting up late operating our Android TV Box to fetch an episode each of a couple of the series that we follow. In the case of last evening, those T.V. series were to be Versailles and Inspector Morse ─ that latter was just over an hour and 40 minutes commercial-free, so we were kept up well into the midnight hour. 

Regardless, I was rather in the mood for the T.V. fare, as well as the two cans of strong (8% alcohol) malt that I nursed throughout.

My wife had worked the full day at the Thai restaurant where she has part-time employment, and so she arrived home that evening around 10:30 p.m. She was still up after my brother and I both had gone to bed, and even though neither of her two sons (aged 24 and 27, I believe) were here.

She and I have had separate bedrooms since the first half of November last year, so I do not know how long she remained up.

I had no morning plans for today, so I did my best to sleep, and thus never rose until nigh 8 a.m. And after I had loaded her E-mail account ─ something I tend to do for the both of us as soon as I start using my computer each day ─ I noticed a reply to an enquiry that I had sent to DHL yesterday concerning a shipment of health-related products from Thailand's The iCon Group that has been stuck in some sort of limbo, reportedly at Canada Customs. 

As reported in the shipment tracking section of DHL, the shipment first met with a "Clearance Event" at Canada Customs on April 14; and then again a week later on April 21.

I made an enquiry to DHL a few days after that when there was nothing further updated to the tracking, and was basically assured that this was nothing exceptional.

Well, a third "Clearance Event" was recorded on April 27 (see here), so my hope was that this implied that the shipment was finally being released.

However, when there was no delivery and no further update to the tracking, last evening I sent DHL my second enquiry on behalf of my wife. This was the reply I found this morning that had arrived at 5:51 a.m.:

I do apologize for the delay in receiving your parcel. I have opened up a file regarding this matter with request ID # 6*******. A Customer Care specialist will look into this further and contact you by email on May 02 2022 10:00 a.m. Thank you for your patience.

It has now been well over two weeks since Canada Customs supposedly first got involved. What are those crooked fiends up to? I have a suspicion that Health Canada got involved, and may have vandalized so much of the contents of the large box my wife was expecting that the bastards are now too entrenched with their 'investigation' to dare to release the shipment, and will very possibly declare that the shipment has been seized for some contravention and will not ever be released.  

I am so disgusted with every aspect of Canadian government that I truly feel that most members of it need to be overthrown and jailed.

Besides that message, there was also this that arrived for my wife at 6:14 a.m.:

We wanted to remind you that a vaccine dose is waiting for s******* b******.

Getting the next dose will help protect you and your family or friends against severe outcomes of COVID-19. It's extra important if you're clinically extremely vulnerable.

You can even take a few paid hours from work to get vaccinated or to take a child for their vaccine.

It's fast and easy to book an appointment at an immunization clinic or pharmacy near you.

Book online: Book an appointment
Book by phone or ask questions: Call 1-833-838-2323

Learn more: gov.bc.ca/covid

I was tempted to delete this monstrous proposition. My wife had to get the jab early last Fall for employment purposes, and did so without letting me know. I have no idea if she has had a second shot.

But the lying criminals behind this agenda are still claiming that the experimental toxin "will" provide protection, which at face value sounds like it will prevent infection. However, at very best, it might reduce the severity of complications whenever the patient may become infected, but it will not stop infection nor transmission once an infection happens. 

They don't dare admit that, though. What thinking person would willingly accept the shot otherwise?

Anyway, while I bided time until my wife eventually rose, I watched some T.V. with my brother (via our Android TV Box). Specifically, I tuned in an Action4Canada video uploaded to Rumble two days ago (April 28) titled Artur Pawlowski, His Recent Imprisonment, What Canada Should Do Next & Live Q&A.

It was an hour and 49 minutes in duration:

Pastor Artur Pawlowski once again joins the Action4Canada Empower Hour team. Pastor Artur will share not only his personal experience of growing up in a communist, totalitarian, country but also his concern and indignation over the direction Canada has moved from a free and democratic state, into one governed by tyrants.

Pastor Artur will further share his testimony of his most recent imprisonment wherein he was tortured, threatened and denied the right to being presumed innocent until proven guilty.

I must make more effort to donate to both Action4Canada and Artur's StreetChurch.ca ─ even just a few dollars per month.

My brother had an arrangement to meet an old friend of his for lunch at noon at a pub in (I believe) the Guildford area, so he headed away no later than 11:45 a.m. He won't be back until sometime this evening ─ as a result, I expect that he's going to be too plastered to bother trying to watch any T.V. with.

After he left, however, I rounded up a small meal to enjoy prior to my early afternoon nap, but right around when I was ready for the nap at about 1 p.m., my wife finally got up. Notwithstanding, I simply bade her a good morning as she headed downstairs, and I then shut myself up into the bedroom and did get a short nap.

Thereafter, my wife was all eager to discuss the DHL situation ─ and I probably only increased her discouragement. Regardless, according to the message, she should finally know what is afoot come that follow-up message promised for Monday morning.

Around 4 p.m. ─ after she had completed some cooking for us all ─ my wife left us, saying that she would be back on Monday (she typically spends much of her weekends somewhere in Vancouver).

Gadzooks! It is presently approaching 8:30 p.m. ─ I must conclude this post and get some supper, while hoping for an early bedtime. I have some early morning grocery shopping planned for the morrow, so I will not much mind getting to bed early this evening should my brother fail to show up by the 9:30 p.m. deadline that I secretly have in place for him.

Back tomorrow ... I hope.

 

💀☠💀☠💀☠ No Justification

And there goes another afternoon basely conducted.

I never sat up too late last evening ─ perhaps I was into bed by 10:30 p.m. My younger brother had bused off to Baselines Pub fairly early in the afternoon to meet his friend Greg, who would have bused there from where he lives in Langley. The point of this is to equalize the sacrifice each of them would have to make in getting there, as opposed to one of them having to get himself near to where the other lives.

And since they tend to do considerable drinking when they get together, neither risks the drive.

There may have been a third drinker involved as well.

Anyway, he was not back yet when I went to bed ... nor was my working life, who had put in a full day at the Thai restaurant where she has part-time employment. However, I am sure that I did hear her show up ere I had yet managed any sleep (we have adjacent bedrooms).

Although I did rise once after daybreak to use the toilet, I otherwise was abed for approximately 10 hours. Certainly, I had my usual successions of broken sleep, but to be in bed for that long is most unusual for me. And I would have been there even longer had I not taken a peek at the time.

My brother did not emerge from his bedroom until nigh 9 a.m., but I was to be the first of us to take possession of the T.V. And so utilizing our Android TV Box, I began accessing some videos related to the scamdemic / casedemic / plandemic.

I led us off with an April 6 upload to YouTube by Mark Moss ─ it was a 56-minute interview titled The Greatest Asset to Protect Your Freedom and Wealth | Dr. Joe Mercola. It is rare that I ever see someone interviewing Dr. Mercola ─ that of interviewer is generally his role.

Next we watched Odessa Orlewicz's latest video. It was a bit over an hour in duration.

I finished the entertainment with two videos uploaded to BitChute on April 21 by Truth Seekers Worldwide ─ the first was also just over an hour long, but the second was a mere five minutes:

• Ukraine - What is Really Happening with Gonzalo Lira | Real Talk with Zuby 

• On the Front Line of Battle Where Russian Forces Eliminate Ukrainian Forces!

For those unaware, Gonzalo Lira lives in Ukraine, and was just recently thought to have been 'disappeared' by nefarious Ukrainian government / military actors. Fortunately, after a few days of silence, he re-emerged from where he had been hiding.

These videos took us to around 1:15 p.m., depriving my brother of any possible bed rest because of course he had to soon rush off to hook up with another of his drinking buddies somewhere. Maybe he will be home this evening in time ─ and acceptable condition ─ for us to watch an episode of at least a couple of the T.V. series we follow in common via our Android TV Box.

We broke from our earlier video-watching around 9:45 a.m. because he had to ready to leave and pick up his girlfriend Bev at 10 a.m. and drive her to work. He has been doing this four days per week, and since last Fall (although originally it was only three days per week).

My wife ─ who was to work another full day today (the restaurant opens at 11:00 a.m.) ─ had risen right around 9:45 a.m. and had gone directly into the bathroom to begin readying herself for her day. However, I was not to speak with her ─ I left with my brother, for I needed to restock on the strong (8% alcohol) malt that I try to keep myself supplied with. The government liquor store I shop at is two miles from here and very near where Bev lives.

I now have a further four dozen cans of the beer, but the full cost was to be $76.47 ─ beer ain't cheap no more. I can remember back in the beginning of the 1970s (I started drinking in October 1969 when I turned 20) that I could buy a dozen beers for something like $3.60, or maybe even less. 

Could it have been below $3? Maybe it was. My pals and I could pretty much get sloshed on just $2 each when we went to a beer parlour ─ that would buy us eight glasses of beer apiece.

The damned greedy government can never bleed its citizens enough, and is always seeking ways of getting even more blood from us. They're disgusting.

But returning to my narrative, by the time my brother and I were back home, my wife had already left for work.

I did get a text from her this afternoon at 2:59 p.m. enquiring with desperate hope whether her large box of health-related goods had yet been delivered by DHL, but it has yet to show.

I have been tracking it, but the damned thing seems stuck on a "Clearance Event" stage:

Of course I made an enquiry several days ago, and I posted the response here in my blog ─ but I will do so again. This is from four days ago:

I do see that your shipment is currently on an uncontrollable clearance delay with Canadian Customs as it is currently being held for inspection/examination by other government agencies. I do apologize, DHL has no control over customs process, procedure, examinations/inspections nor their delays when clearing and releasing goods for entry into Canada. At this time, I have gone ahead and checked the customs system and do see that Canadian customs is not requiring any further documents or information to clear the goods. 

But the third "Clearance Event" occurred two days thereafter, and this is becoming unreasonable. Why would the government be meddling for over two weeks now with a package, and not offer any justification?

I have just now replied to that DHL E-mail, wondering to them if this is as exceptional as I am feeling that it is.

God, I despise government!!!

If this package has been 'stolen' (i.e., falsely seized), then we are out well over $1,000, and we bloody well cannot afford it.

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The Lost History of Earth

Yesterday was the first day in (I believe) over two months that saw me fail to make even a brief post in this blog. Much of the blame is attributable to my wife, who did not have to work that day.

That in itself was not why I did not blog. The primary factor was that in the afternoon when I might have attempted a short post, she announced that she was going to Canadian Tire, and asked if I wanted anything.  

Well, for what may be over a month now, I have been wanting to purchase a garden trowel, and I had seen online that the outfit carried some that were stainless steel and thus resistant to bending. The only trowel we have bends when it meets very little stress ─ this happens even down near the point, for Pete's sake.

We once had two trowels, but one of them disappeared.

When I reacted with some enthusiasm to my wife's query, she then switched tactics and instead asked me if I wanted to come along to personally buy whatever it was that I wanted.

So I soon readied, and we were on our way.

I should have taken the time to pinpoint just what "aisle" the darned things were supposed to be located along ─ I only vaguely remembered that it was something like "68" or "86".

Initially I could not even find an "aisle" in the 80s, but eventually my wife and I crossed paths in the gardening area and I noticed that a lot of it was in that range. So I wandered up and down the "aisles" a number of times, but I never found any trace of something like a garden trowel. Heck, I never came across any kind of gardening tools ─ not even a shovel.

This was not only discouraging, it was frustrating ─ is it any wonder that people place orders online at websites like that of Amazon where many of the goods will be shipped for free right to one's residence?

I became so annoyed that I was not going to be bothered to hunt down an employee ─ there were none in the immediate area ─ to ask. I hid my temperament from my wife, but I was done with the store. I would not be returning to buy a trowel from them.

I do not drive, and I abhor being abroad on foot during the busy day. That is why I perform any light grocery shopping early Sunday mornings as soon after my two preferred stores open at 7 a.m. Even if I decided to make the two-mile or so hike to the nearest Canadian Tire outlet, the store does not open until 9 a.m. on Sundays.

I have no desire to be abroad on foot at that time of morning. If the store was no more distant than maybe four or so blocks, that might be different; but I am not hiking that far afield just to be abroad that late into the morning. The world would be alive with people and traffic everywhere, and I utterly detest that state.  

Thus, the outing was a flop, except that I was some company for my wife. However, I was left with no blogging time, and I even decided to scrap some exercising that I had meant to tackle.

By the way, she informed me that she had withdrawn $500 from our chequing account where my monthly pension is deposited. That now makes $1,600 or even $1,700 that she owes to the account.

She must virtually be checking the account daily to see if there is a new infusion of money for her to tap into ─ my pension had only been direct deposited that same day, and I did not even know of it as yet. None of her income ever goes into the account ─ only mine.

This awareness of hers has been displayed in the past, and it can be exasperating.

But let us fast forward to yesterday's latter evening, for once more ─ even though I had every intention of rising at 3 a.m. overnight for a five-mile walk ─ my younger brother managed to pull into view mere minutes ahead of the 9:30 p.m. deadline that I secretly have in place for him. I was in fact checking the time every minute or two by that point in the vain hope that 9:30 p.m. would arrive and I would be able to get to bed relatively early in order to be rested up for that early walk.

Instead, I was going to have to watch some latter evening T.V. via our Android TV Box that only I have the expertise to operate. Nevertheless, I set the limit to an episode each of just two of the series we follow in common (specifically, DC's Legends of Tomorrow and The Graham Norton Show). Thereafter, I announced to my brother my intention of the early walk, and I was to bed well ahead of 11:30 p.m.

As too often, it took far too long to become comfortable and relaxed enow to manage sleep. And when my cellphone alarm sounded at 3 a.m. and roused me from slumber, I objected vocally ─ I craved to sleep!

I only lay for a few seconds before realizing that it is imperative for me to be away on the walk as soon after rising as possible in order to avoid the building rush of the early workday commuters.

My eldest stepson still seemed to be up, but I got away unnoticed ─ possibly just ahead of 3:15 a.m.  

Whalley is not the most desirable walking locale, but I put in the distance (and a wee bit more) without incident. The early going was difficult to get through because I felt so much like just going back home and returning to bed.

Early into the walk, I managed a semblance of four pull-ups on the gymnastics-style rings at a nearby elementary school, but I only did each pull-up as its own set of one repetition, taking a 30-count between each of them. When I returned to the school late into the walk, I had stiffened up so badly that I could not even elevate myself fully from the ground with the first pull-up, and had to raise my legs somewhat and hold the posture for a few seconds ─ five to seven, perhaps. The successive three attempts each saw me elevate a wee bit higher, but I never managed a full pull-up.

It really is little wonder, for later in the morning before I had eaten aught, I weighed myself while entirely naked, and I weighed at least 193 pounds. I am a little more than an inch shy of six feet in height, but my age of 72 years is a further hurdle. And as I have before observed, fully clothed as I was when essaying the pull-ups, I might well have weighed 200 pounds.

It was a minute or so past 5 a.m. by the time I was back home, but I never returned to bed until just over an hour later. Sadly, sleep was dreadfully elusive ─ I think being overly cooled under my covers contributed to this.

I ought here to mention that my wife had headed away early last evening, saying something about going to eat somewhere, if I heard her aright. She was still not back when I went to bed late last evening, but her car was here when I left on my early a.m. walk.

She had to put in a full workday today at the Thai restaurant where she has part-time employment. The restaurant opens at 11 a.m., but she rose this morning around 9:45 a.m. and had readied with whatever her morning routine is, getting away in plenty of time to get to work. But she looked illy slept, and was not communicative. 

I rose a little before 8:50 a.m., by which time my brother was already downstairs watching T.V. When I soon joined him and was invited to put our Android TV Box into play, I led us off with the nearly 2¾-hour video The Lost History of Earth & Why Everything is a Lie (Part 2 of 2) [Ewaranon].

Part 1 was nearly 3½ hours, and a source for it can be found on BitChute here.

The collection was interesting, but the narrator proved nothing to me. He never even got around to proving anything at all concerning why he believes that there were uninhabited cities around the world even well into the 1800s that people simply moved into, and that all of the great architectural marvels were never constructed by "us".

This notion was introduced in Part 1, with the promise that all would be revealed later. Well, it was not. There was no subsequent discussion of the topic.

I don't want to say much about the videos because you can spend the time to watch them for yourself, but his (EwarAnon) contention is that we really do live on a "Flat Earth" under some sort of celestial dome, and there are other landmasses on this "Flat Earth" that may be larger than those we are familiar with, but we are (inexplicably, as far as I am concerned) unable to ever reach them in our travels by sea and air.

Oh! ─ the moon is not really there ... or at least it is not solid; and the features on its surface that we see are actually a "snapshot" from some distant past of the continents of our Earth or "realm". He even maintains that at times the unsubstantial moon is transparent, and stars can be seen through the darkened section when it is in its phases.

This mystery guy has other videos, apparently. My brother seems to be more accepting of the possibility of some of EwarAnon's claims than I am, so I expect that I will tune in others of those videos primarily for his interest.

We also watched a 50-minute Liberty Coalition Canada April 23 upload to Rumble: Alex Newman: The New World (Health) Order.    

CEO of the Liberty Sentinel, Alex Newman, joins Mike to talk about the World Health Organization's (W.H.O)strong push for an international treaty for pandemic response and what that means for national sovereignty.

Episode Resources: Global leaders unite in urgent call for international pandemic treaty; World Health Assembly agrees to launch process to develop historic global accord on pandemic prevention, preparedness and response

It was interesting enough. My brother and I have seen Alex Newman before, but I don't remember that he was as religious as he was coming across in this interview by Pastor Michael Thiessen.

But let's move on to the weather hereabouts.

I have to admit that I am becoming annoyed with how bloody unseasonably cool the weather has been so far this year. There was a fair amount of sunshine today ─ as well as threatening distant cloud masses; but I was disinclined to spend much time outside doing anything in the yard.

Those rings I attempted pull-ups with were dry and just cool to the touch, but they were dewy two mornings earlier ─ I used gloves then.

My brother is unlikely to be home by 9:30 p.m. this evening, for he left afoot in the early afternoon to catch a bus and rendezvous with one or two of his drinking buddies elsewhere. This portends that the rendezvous point is likely farther than he is willing to drive after drinking; it may also signify that he is likely to be swilling more beer than he might otherwise be doing. 

I have nothing planned for the morrow, so I may give him some leeway concerning when he is 'allowed' to arrive home ─ but I will not give too much. Maybe till 10 p.m. ─ and he cannot be obviously blitzed.

I am down to one can of the strong (8% alcohol) malt that I try to keep on hand, so tomorrow morning I will ride with him when he goes to pick up his girlfriend Bev at 10 a.m. to drive her to work ─ it will be my chance to stock up at the nearest government liquor store two miles from here and very near to where Bev lives.

I will buy four dozen cans of the malt.

I think that's enough said for today.

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The Jade Pendant ─ Discovering Clara Lee

As I recall, it was 9:23 p.m. last evening when I espied my younger brother arriving home. Once again, I would be sitting up later than I cared in the operation of our Android TV Box enabling us to watch some of our T.V. shows.

However, last night I limited myself to just an episode each of two of those shows ─ specifically, Marcella and Chapelwaite. When that latter was over with, I announced my intention of getting to bed so that I would feel more likely to be keen on rising at 3 a.m. for an early a.m. walk of just in excess of five miles, by my reckoning.

Unfortunately, I think that it may have been around 11:45 p.m. by the time I was into my bed. My wife was shut up in her own bedroom, but the light was still on.

It was difficult finding comfort and the relaxation conducive to getting asleep. And when my cellphone alarm sounded at 3 a.m., it roused me from slumber.

But I rose and readied, and it may not have been much later than 3:15 a.m. when I was on my way for my stroll about Whalley ─ and for anyone truly interested, the centre point of the rectangle that comprised my route is shown on this Google Map. Using diverse roads, I was to cover the distance between 132nd Street and King George Boulevard four times, while trekking the span between 96th and 108th Avenues twice.

I endeavour to keep my route as varied as is reasonable in order to stave off the boredom that would otherwise soon make these outings too tedious to maintain.

Overall, I kept a good pace, I am pleased to report. And when I stopped at an elementary school playground early into the walk to seek to perform pull-ups on gymnastics-style rings that are present there, I more or less succeeded in getting one accomplished in each of the four 'sets' that I attempted.

I rest for a 30-count between each set. I think that I even managed a partial pull-up on an overhead bar afterwards. Please bear in mind that I am 72 years old, and I probably weigh ─ while fully clothed as I was ─ nigh on 200 pounds.   

In height, I am something over an inch short of six feet.

I forgot to weigh myself later on this morning before I had anything to eat, but yesterday I scaled in at around 194 pounds while entirely naked and with an empty stomach.

Anyway, I tried the pull-ups again near the end of my walk, but I was too stiffened and spent to manage even one. And I was home by a minute or so past 5 a.m., by which time my eldest stepson was up and readying for his 12-hour workday. I came directly upstairs here to my bedroom where I keep this computer, so he and I never communicated. 

I can remember my own early workdays, and I always preferred not having to associate with my brother in that time that I had to myself in the earliest morning when I was adjusting to having to confront a new day of enslavement. It seems reasonable to me that my stepson mightn't feel social at this time of his day either.

I believe that I was back into bed by around 5:45 a.m., and I remained there for what sleep I could derive until I eventually checked the time and found that it was something like 9:15 a.m. My younger brother was newly downstairs with the T.V. on.

I rose and dressed, and was soon enough downstairs to boil water for a hot mug of instant coffee with 'the works'. My wife, who was to work a full day today at the Thai restaurant where she has part-time employment, rose for her shower and whatnot ere my beverage was yet ready, so I was not up from my bed very much ahead of her.

The restaurant opens at 11 a.m., and she was away in plenty of time to make the fairly long drive.

When my brother turned the T.V. over to me to find something to watch via our Android TV Box (he does not understand how to use it), I had a movie in mind ─ the 2017 Western The Jade Pendant. I located a perfectly-playing source for it at the Syncler app that I have downloaded into our Android TV Box.

I will say that the movie was enjoyable enough, and that the lead character was played by an endearing and fetching actress named Clara Lee. However, I will not disclose what was to befall ─ it must suffice for me to confess that I sure never expected it.

I would love to watch more of Clara Lee's work, but I don't really care to be spending my time trying to read subtitles instead of enjoying the visuals ─ especially when those visuals involve a real cutie like Clara Lee. I want to look at her ─ not printed dialogue!

Besides, subtitles make it more difficult to become engrossed or immersed into a movie.

And what hetero guy wouldn't be wanting to be enjoying the sight of dear Clara Lee?

 

Clara Lee

Maybe one day I will give something of hers that is subtitled a shot ─ how else to ever enjoy her if she doesn't start acting regularly in English movies and T.V. series? 

But returning to the morning's entertainment, all my brother and I were to have time for was better than an hour of a documentary titled Frank Sinatra: All or Nothing at All (2015) - Part 1 of 2. 

I think that I originally downloaded "Part 1" at BitChute, but I now cannot get it to play at its BitChute source. "Part 2" plays, however, so I wasted no time with taking chances and have now downloaded it as well for future viewing ─ maybe in three or so weeks. We'll finish watching "Part 1" tomorrow.

I overfed at my first meal today, and had not yet sought a nap when my brother finished his own bed rest and left for the afternoon to eventually involve himself in 'socializing'. The day was more cloud than Sun, and definitely on the chilly side. When I did have my nap, I rose from it to discover that it had rained at some point.

It is presently closing in on 8 p.m., so I am going to stop blogging for today right here.

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"COVID Nightmare"

In the past three or four posts, I have almost lamented about how bizarrely my younger brother has been arriving home within 10 minutes of the 9:30 p.m. deadline that I have in place for him. Should he exceed that deadline, I would feel relieved of any onus to be sitting up late with him, operating our Android TV Box to locate episodes of T.V. shows we follow in common.

He knows nothing of any such deadline, yet he is consistently arriving home just a few minutes before it, and it is most annoying to me.

Last evening I was all set to shut things down and head on upstairs here to my bedroom as soon as my cellphone displayed the arrival of precisely 9:30 p.m., for there was by this time less than two minutes to go.

And then I noticed his van pulling up outside, and backing into the driveway. So I checked the time ... and it was 9:29 p.m. Somehow, he had yet again foiled me.

That 9:30 p.m. deadline is fixed ─ I do not depart from it in any direction, not even by a minute. He had beaten the clock yet again, and I had to accept the fact.

I had already drank a glass of red wine, so I was now to sit up until into the latter half of the midnight hour nursing two cans of strong (8% alcohol) malt while watching with him an episode each of Killing Eve; The Morning Show; The Last O.G.; and The Kominsky Method.  

Incidentally, it was the series finale of The Morning Show that we were to watch, but I see now that the series did actually get renewed; so it was merely the second season finale that we caught, and eventually we will have more episodes ─ we enjoy the series, for it is generally very well acted.

I want to also mention that early two evenings ago for my own personal viewing, I finally abandoned the T.V. series Bull after having watched the first eight episodes of the first season. I have never enjoyed shows centred around men who wear suits, and legal dramas just do not appeal to me. The sole exception was Judging Amy ─ I was attracted to actress Amy Brenneman, so it became must viewing. 

But Bull was absolutely dull. As well, the characters had little appeal to me, and I certainly do not approve of the premise that it is okay to intensely monitor and influence people, and that people can be so easily 'read' or interpreted.

In addition, it was practically the commonplace that the people Bull and his team would represent in court were absolute jerks who were supposedly misunderstood by the rest of us. Well, that doesn't work for me. I am not interested in seeing shows about jerks being exonerated.

Besides, I have scant faith in the judicial system anymore ─ as portrayed on T.V., it is fantasy. The whole thing has been shown the past couple of years to be deeply corrupt.

As for my late bedtime, at least I had nothing planned for the early morning today. That is not the case for early tomorrow ─ I want to be able to rise at 3 a.m. and soon be on my way for one of my five-mile walks in and about Whalley here in Surrey. I cannot stand being out during the overwhelming busy day; and I also happen to appreciate the anonymity of the night.

Nevertheless, Whalley is not exactly the safest of places to be walking about during the hours of 3 - 5 a.m. ─ as Wikipedia says concerning its piece on "Crime" in Whalley:

Whalley was once regarded as the one of the most dangerous part of the Lower Mainland and was notorious for its crime. Until 2018, its streets were home to Surrey's "tent city": a strip along one of its inner neighbourhoods which was home to hundreds of homeless people. Since the early 2010s, after redevelopment of the area, violent crime has shifted south to Newton, which has taken over Whalley's reputation as being the most dangerous part of Surrey.

Despite Newton seeming to have taken over as the Lower Mainland's most dangerous area, once my walking endurance improves, I intend to broaden my range to include some of the Newton area. I particularly used to prefer walking the railway tracks out that way, freeing me up from city street traffic to a considerable degree. I hate that I ─ as a pedestrian ─ am constantly blinded by passing vehicles. Nor do I appreciate being spotlighted by those same headlights ─ my privacy is exceedingly important to me, and I detest being someone's illuminated 'entertainment' in that fashion.

By the way, since I am 72 years old, for a little protection I take with me a flashlight / stun gun, and I also carry a tactical pen. However, the charging cord for the flashlight / stun gun has been missing ever since my well-meaning wife rearranged this room quite early last November, so the rechargeable battery is losing power. As a result, I refrain from using the light. One day, I will have to thoroughly rummage through every packed box stacked about all over this room, for I may well need that battery fully charged one day!

My limited pension income presently does not allow it, but perhaps after July is behind me, I may look into ordering a specialized fighting cane to take along on my walks. And maybe even some sort of tomahawk. 

We got some rain overnight ─ it actually began to lightly rain before it was yet dark last evening. And although during the latter morning today my brother closed the living room blinds because some sunshine had broken out and was interfering with his enjoyment of the T.V., the afternoon has been overcast.

The morning T.V. shows we were watching (via our Android TV Box) commenced with a 57-minute interview uploaded to Rumble by Geopolitics & Empire on April 20: Dr. Jessica Rose: COVID Vaccines to Digitize Human, Pandemic Treaty Total Loss of Sovereignty.

Dr. Jessica Rose discusses the fraud we've all experienced over the past few years in relation to the pandemic. The data shows negative efficacy regarding the COVID19 vaccine, meaning that it's actually hurting you. If they can lie about issues surrounding COVID19 so easily, then what have they been lying about the whole time? She goes into the Vaccine Adverse Event Reporting System (VAERS) and how the adverse event and death reports related to COVID19 injections are off the chart. The FDA and CDC are not even looking at the data. She believes the vaccine is a segueway into introducing new injection platforms, normalizing injections, and digitizing the human. She agrees the goal of the Vaccine Passports is to install the Social Credit System. The WHO Pandemic Treaty will be the total loss of sovereignty for all countries and individuals. That's the end.

I quite adore Jessica, and I think my brother at least enjoys her when she is the subject of an interview or part of some discussion roundtable.

As harrowing as were the possibilities as mulled in that interview, the next video ─ originally uploaded to Odysee on March 29, but here uploaded to BitChute on April 21 ─ was close to 1¼ hours long, and was an interview of lawyer Todd Callender by Dr. Reiner Fuellmich and Viviane Fischer of the Corona Investigative Committee: Covid Nightmare. A Lawyer Tells All.

Guest: Todd Callender - Lawyer (Disabled Rights Advocates)
worked in the disability, health and life insurance industry for more than 20 years and focuses on the international convergence of biomedical, morbidity and mortality risks in the global legal context.

Was the first lawyer in the US to sue the US Department of Defense, HHS and FDA in relation to the mandates and as such, he acquired 400,000 military clients (plaintiffs) with scores of them and others that have provided ample whistleblower evidence.
Knows from the DMED Database that in 10 months of 2021 all cause morbidity and mortality has increased by 11.000% between 18-40 years of age only for military personal. Callender: “This is Genocide

Unfortunately Todd Callender's audio was often faulty, so what he was saying was not always distinct. Even so, things he stated were absolutely horrific ─ some of the worst imaginable concerning the agenda that is presently in play. 

The video was clearly a portion of some far longer recorded proceeding.

The final video we were to watch was not one I would have bothered mentioning here, except that my brother actually volunteered having enjoyed it, so maybe there are like minds out there? At any rate, the video was practically an hour long, and was an interview performed by Greg Hunter that he uploaded to Rumble on April 12: The West Needs WWIII - Martin Armstrong. 

Join Greg Hunter of USAWatchdog.com as he goes One-on-One with cycle expert Martin Armstrong, author of “Manipulating the World Economy,” which has 70 fresh new pages in the 5th edition of this very popular book for 4.12.22.

I know nothing of Martin Armstrong, but the views that Martin expressed were what my brother considered to be of such interest that he actually volunteered this to me.

Following that video, my brother sought some bed rest ere heading away for the afternoon to again engage in his daily 'socializing'. Before I had the chance to seek a nap, my wife suddenly showed up.

Yesterday she had wanted me to phone DHL about a large box of health-related products my wife was expecting to be delivered from Thailand's The iCon Group, but I had instead left a message with DHL through their website. I hate phoning anyone like this.

The package had been estimated to be arriving by April 18, but that obviously never occurred. So I asked if it could possibly have been 'lost'?

Fortunately, a reply came via E-mail today at 12:27 p.m. during the noon hour ─ this is the main part of the response:

I do see that your shipment is currently on an uncontrollable clearance delay with Canadian Customs as it is currently being held for inspection/examination by other government agencies. I do apologize, DHL has no control over customs process, procedure, examinations/inspections nor their delays when clearing and releasing goods for entry into Canada. At this time, I have gone ahead and checked the customs system and do see that Canadian customs is not requiring any further documents or information to clear the goods.

The value of the products in the large box probably exceeds $1,000. So had this response not arrived just ahead of my wife's homecoming, I would have had to weather some censure from her for not having phoned the huge organization.

At least we know that the shipment has not officially been 'lost', but who is to say what may yet occur at Canada Customs? There is so damned much corruption everywhere.

Anyway, I have had the time to work on this post because my wife evidently went to bed soon after we spoke, and I then sought a nap once I realized what she had done (we have separate bedrooms). She was still napping when I was done, so I went to work here.

She has been up some while since, however, so I am not going to take further time blogging. I will only mentioned that this latter morning ─ prior to having eaten anything at all, and after some exercise out in the backyard toolshed ─ I weighed myself while wholly naked. 

I registered around 194 pounds. No wonder it is so infernally difficult to do any pull-ups!

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Still No DHL Delivery

It becomes a little annoying how regularly my younger brother is able to arrive home within the 10-minute countdown to the 9:30 p.m. deadline that I have for him. He knows nothing of that deadline, so this is what makes his consistent appearance so damned mysterious to me.

That was the case last evening. There were less than four minutes to go, and I was rather anxiously monitoring the countdown so that I could turn off the T.V. and head on upstairs, washing my hands of him.

But he somehow showed up in time yet again, and I was obliged to sit up in the operation of our Android TV Box to fetch episodes of T.V. series we follow in common.

Last evening we were to watch an episode each of Chicago PD; Doctor Who; United States of Tara; and the premiere episode of Workin' Moms. And as a result, I was not to get to bed until around 1 a.m., I bet.

I had early a.m. grocery shopping plans of a somewhat limited nature, since my chequing account balance only had something like $62 and change in its balance. I do not drive, so my intended destination was the nearest Save-On-Foods outlet (Google Map) maybe three-quarters of a mile from here. It opens at 7 a.m., but I set my cellphone alarm for 5 a.m. in order to have ample time to get myself ready ─ this would include a hot mug of black and unsweetened instant coffee.

I had thought to leave in time to attempt some pull-ups at an elementary school playground, but as usual I managed to squander so much time that ─ to my incredulity ─ it was around 7:10 a.m. when I looked at the time as I headed for the front door to be on my way.

I had no spare time for the school.

The morning was sunny, and I was to get my limited shopping done without incident, arriving back home before anyone else was up.

Awhile later I did hear my younger brother stirring in his bedroom, so I chose then to make a return to bed to seek some further sleep. However, I was back up again around 9:45 a.m. or so, and was soon enough downstairs boiling water for another mug of instant coffee, this time with 'the works'. 

My brother had the T.V. on, but he quickly turned it over to me to put our Android TV Box into action. I led us off with Odessa Orlewicz's latest video (52 minutes' duration); and then I just tuned in an April 23 article published at True North that was titled Canadian Constitution Foundation wraps up case against B.C. vax pass.

I was motivated to join the Canadian Constitution Foundation website in order to enrol in their free 10-video lecture course on the Canadian Constitution. Only members can access the videos. I will gradually watch them with my brother ─ the first is around 22 minutes in length, so they are likely not overwhelming.

The True North article had at least five videos that I felt were worth watching, and that was to take us just past the end of the noon hour. By this time, I had already finished my day's first of two meals.

By the way, I weighed myself while entirely nude and prior to going downstairs to watch T.V. with my brother, so I had eaten nothing as yet this day ─ I seem to be hovering around 193 / 194 pounds.

Anyway, with the final video of that article watched, my brother forsook resting up, and was initially talking to someone on his cellphone. Then he promptly left for the afternoon to begin his daily 'socializing'. As usual, I do not expect him back until well into the evening. And if he exceeds 9:30 p.m., he will be on his own where watching T.V. is concerned.

I was to have a fairly early afternoon nap, despite being home alone just as was the case yesterday. As I explained that day, my wife is anxiously expecting a quite large shipment of health-related products from Thailand's The iCon Group that DHL had estimated would be delivered (for $58 that I prepaid online) around April 18.

We're still waiting.

The tracking information is somewhat confusing because it lists at 9:37 a.m. on April 14 a "Clearance event" here in B.C. that I surmise relates to Canada Customs. However, the next activity is at 2:34 p.m. on April 21 ─ and it says the identical thing!

I can conjecture that the first "Clearance event" may have been when Canada Customs took charge of the large box; and the second event just over a week later was when they cleared and released the box back to DHL. But I am only guessing.   

So with just me home this afternoon ─ just as yesterday ─ I was unable to take advantage of some afternoon sunshine that could have seen me sitting out in the backyard taking in those vital rays. I have yet to enjoy any Sun this year.

The afternoon clouded over as the latter afternoon wore on, and soon everything up above was sheer cloud cover.

But my evening is well underway, so I am going to call it quits for today on the blogging.

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The Perils of Dietary Iron

Both yesterday and today, my latter morning naked weigh-in prior to having eaten anything at all has been around 193 or 194 pounds at a height of approximately five feet and 10.75 inches (179.705 centimetres).

It is probably relevant that I am 72 years of age.

So perhaps it is not at all surprising that I struggle to achieve a single pull-up. A single chin-up is a little easier for me ─ I can probably achieve two of those. For anyone unfamiliar with the difference, a chin-up uses an underhand grip of the bar, while a pull-up entails gripping over the top of the bar.

If I am using two bars, such as when doing a pull-up between the sides of one of those overhead horizontal ladders people (usually kids) use to traverse hand-over-hand along its rungs for its length, a pull-up's difficulty is somewhere between that of the regular pull-up and a chin-up.

Of course, keep in mind that these exercises are done outdoors somewhere ─ not while I am naked at home. Consequently, my fully clothed outdoor weight must be approaching 200 pounds.

I wonder how many people of any age who are of a similar height and weight can do a pull-up or chin-up? And when age is taken into account, what then? Am I off the mark in thinking that I am likely in a limited collective?

Changing topics, I sat up last evening watching T.V. (via our Android TV Box) with my younger brother until around 12:30 a.m., for he was not as brain-dead inebriated as he was the prior two evenings. This allowed us to catch an episode each of three of the T.V. series we follow. (The three series were Chicago Fire; Lewis; and Saxondale.)    

It was likely around 1 a.m. by the time I got myself to bed.

Incidentally, my wife ─ who had worked the full day at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time ─ had come home, maybe around 10:30 p.m. However, while I was having a bathroom break no more than 10 minutes thereafter, she left again, and never did return. I expect that she will remain away until at least sometime during the latter half of Monday, for she tends to spend most of her weekends somewhere in Vancouver. 

Anyway, I slept reasonably well initially last night, but wakeful periods became more and more common. I resisted checking the time, but it was already daylit when I rose to use the bathroom for the first time. Thereafter I lay and managed to sink into a stupor of some state of sleep. Then after becoming aware that maybe my brother had risen, I finally checked the time and was most surprised to find that it was something like 9:02 a.m.

This was almost unimaginably late.

So I rose and dressed, and soon enough went downstairs to boil water for an instant coffee with 'the works'.

My brother had been entertaining himself with coffee and the Saturday morning edition of  the Vancouver Sun that I subscribe to, but he was almost finished with the paper by this point. Even so, I managed to get first access to the T.V.

We were to watch three videos (via our Android TV Box), the second of which was uploaded to BitChute on April 18 and was a 46-minute retrospective by Ivor Cummins illustrating how accurate his observations have been even as far back as 2020 concerning the nonsense that has gripped the world since early that year: The Ultimate Covid19 Decoding - Everything Explained for the Layperson.

Title says it all. I went through my viral video of Sept 2020, which hit nearly 2 million views, got me in the New York Times, and got censored. I returning to it's content and re-analysing, I lay low the coronahysteria in ruthless hardcore fashion. Watch the checklist get ticked off! :-)

The last video we were to watch was longer than I realized ─ I knew that it was going to exceed an hour, but it turned out to be 53 minutes over an hour! Fortunately, its subject matter did pique my brother's interest, as he was to learn in time.

The video was uploaded to Rumble by Dr. Mercola, being one of his hosted interviews: The Most Important Stealth Factor to Improve Your Health- Interview with Morley Robbins. 

Morley Robbins, MBA, CHC,1 founder of the Magnesium Advocacy Group and best known as the Magnesium Man, has also written a book called “Cu-RE Your Fatigue: The Root Cause and How to Fix It on Your Own.”

Minerals play a crucial role in the activation of enzyme pathways, which are responsible for metabolism. This, in part, is what makes minerals so foundational for good health. If you don’t have the required minerals, the “batteries” of your cells, the mitochondria and the nuclei, won’t work. Inflammation is poor energy production, and the reason goes back to mitochondrial dysfunction.

Iron and copper are highly interdependent and need to be considered together. If you don’t have copper in your diet, hemoglobin production becomes impaired, along with many other aspects of iron metabolism. So, being anemic does not automatically mean that you’re iron deficient. You may be deficient in copper. Anemia typically relates to iron dysfunction or dysregulation, not deficiency.

The best way to lower excessive iron is to donate blood, one to four times a year. Most adult men and postmenopausal women have high iron and could benefit from regular blood donation, as high iron is extremely toxic and destroys health. An even better strategy is to remove smaller amounts of blood every month and a recommended schedule is provided.

To raise your copper level, you could use a copper supplement, but foods like grass-fed beef liver, bee pollen and whole food vitamin C are better.

If you’re a farmer or grow your own food, the best way to put copper back into the soil, to get it into the food, is to add copper sulfate. Before you plant, simply spray the soil with copper sulfate, 10 to 15 pounds per acre.

My brother and I were so impressed with a few of the things that we learned that, for example, we are going to henceforth try and ensure that we only purchase vitamin C in its complex, and not just as ascorbic acid. Watch the video to understand why.

Inadequate dietary copper is the cause of most cases of so-called iron deficiency or anemia. Without adequate copper, the iron is not getting properly deployed and is just being stored; so supplementing with iron in the majority of instances is utter lunacy.

Also, since we are storing approximately a milligramme of iron each and every day in our body cells, the wisdom of having one's blood donated regularly ─ especially later in life when those iron stores are dangerously high, despite what the uninformed mainstream medical thought on dietary iron seems to be ─ seems starkly apparent, for there is no other way of 'dumping' the excessive storage that is relentless, day after day.  

I am 72 years old, and my brother is 69. Who knows how many of the niggling health issues either of us have may be due to this undesired accumulated iron? 

I do not know of my brother, but I have never in my life donated blood. I now want to, even if it is primarily for this selfish reason of being rid of some iron!

I had believed that seniors had 'inferior' blood and were not desired as donors, but I see that I have been wrong ─ check out Canadian Blood Services' ABCs of eligibility to donating blood. 

And there is a donation centre here in our Surrey ─ specifically. over in Guildford. It is only open Wednesdays through Saturdays, but on that latter day it opens as early as 8:30 a.m. Consequently, maybe I will speak with him about the two of us booking for a session of donation, for I cannot see that any of the contraindications for donating that are listed relate to either of us.

But let's change topics yet again. I want to have a bath, and the early evening is now here.

The day has been reasonably sunny and almost warm. I could have sat out in the backyard this afternoon to soak up some of the sunshine ─ barefooted, too. However, I have largely been home alone, and my wife has been expecting a very large box of health-related goods from Thailand's The iCon Group that was estimated by DHL to be getting delivered on the 18th. 

We are clearly beyond that date, and I had paid something like $58 just for the shipment charge, including any duties.

As might be imagined, I am reluctant to be unavailable should the delivery occur. And sitting out in the backyard this afternoon would have been taking a huge chance.

I am also reluctant to have a bath as yet. I think that my youngest stepson had to work today, for he was gone before I rose this morning. He thus may be showing up at any time now.

His older brother has been out riding his Harley-Davidson. 

And my own brother took off quite early in the afternoon for his daily 'socializing' ─ it remains to be seen what sort of condition he will be in by the time he shows up later this evening. I never know anymore if I will be sitting up with him watching some shows and enjoying a couple of beers; or if I will be coming upstairs here to my computer because the idiot is sauced from excessive drink, and I'll be getting to bed fairly early ─ i.e., well before the midnight hour. 

I may wait another 45 or so minutes before chancing the bath, since I have no idea if DHL makes weekend and / or quite late daily deliveries or not. If one of my stepsons shows up before the 45 minutes expire, then I will have the bath.

That's enough said for today.

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💀☠💀☠💀☠ Further Self-Destruction

Another lost afternoon ─ I do not deserve to be drawing breath.

I was correct concerning what I conjectured at the conclusion of yesterday's post. My younger brother's exceptionally early arrival that evening did not at all auger anything welcome ─ he was indeed plastered.

Since he had briefly passed out the evening before that ─ quite early into the first episode of a T.V. series that I had begun to play via our Android TV Box ─ forced me to shut down everything in disgust and come upstairs with the opened can of strong (8% alcohol) malt that I had been suckered into thinking that I was going to enjoy along with the T.V. show, I decided to replay the episode last evening.

He had been cooking himself some supper, and took it to the dining table to eat along with the beer he had started in on early into his arrival home.

This time I did not open a brew ─ I had already drank the one I was justified to have with the episode. 

Perhaps he managed to watch as much as half of the episode of Versailles before he passed out again, but this time I would not cancel out of the episode for his consideration like I had already done that first time.

Incidentally, the 69-year-old was indeed passed out ─ at the dining table. Such a mature sight! Sixty-nine years of living, and this is the sort of exhibition he likes to present of himself this late into existence.

Anyway, whether or not he would be reviving before the episode concluded, it would be the only show I would be watching with the sot that evening. But I needn't have been concerned ─ he never revived until well beyond the show's ending. Perhaps it was the silence that eventually roused him, for I turned off the T.V. when I left to come upstairs.

My wife arrived home from her long day working at the Thai restaurant where she has part-time employment, but by then my brother had revived and was rinsing off his supper dishes. She came upstairs directly, probably understanding that he was likely drunk if I was not downstairs watching T.V. with him. As yet, he had not turned it back on.

So she and I talked for a bit of other matters, and then I let her know that I was going to bed (it may have been as early as 10:15 p.m.). She in turn said that she was going to have a shower, and then get to bed herself. She had another full workday looming (the restaurant opens at 11 a.m.).  

She and I have 'enjoyed' separate bedrooms since early last November, soon after I returned home from an 11-day stay in hospital in the latter half of October with a severe diagnosed case of "COVID pneumonia".  

I had no plans for the early morning today, so I was free to sleep for as long as I was able. Unfortunately, I was to find myself awake well before night's end, but I remained abed until just after 8 a.m. when I was hearing my brother stirring in his own bedroom.

He was soon showering, and then he went downstairs to boil water for an instant coffee and to turn the T.V. on right around 9 a.m., but I waited several minutes before I went downstairs to join him.

And no, I spake not of the evening prior. If he wants to delude himself into believing that no one noticed what a drunkard he was, then he has learned nothing of importance over the course of his life.

Sure, I love my brother ─ but not the drunkard persona. 

As for the morning T.V. that we watched via our Android TV Box, I straight off tuned in the remainder of a nearly 3½-hour video that we had suspended at the 2¼-hour mark yesterday morning: THE LOST HISTORY OF EARTH & WHY EVERYTHING IS A LIE ( PART 1 ).

'The Lost History of Flat Earth', is a 2021 documentary that goes into the Woo of mankind's true history. Our perceptions of time, architecture, human history and the Earth & Moon have all been skewed by public schools (gov't indoctrination camps) and the legacy media. The truths exposed here can be painful to learn but they will set you free.

There are various sources, but two on BitChute are here and here.  

I will here admit that I was all set to bail out of the video yesterday ─ I hated the sound of the narrator's voice; and his proposition that not just amazing architecture, but even entire cities as recently as the 1800s were mysteriously uninhabited and were only then 'discovered' and populated by the dumb herd (that is, you and I), stank of utter quackery.

I'm no 'Flat Earther', either.

But my brother was curious and wanted us to keep watching, so I let it run.

The "part 2" video is about 45 minutes shorter, but I'm not quite ready to sit down and watch that one ─ I'll wait a few days before tuning it in.

We were also to watch an episode of Action4Canada that had been uploaded to Rumble yesterday: Property Rights, Canadian Judges, Personal Rights, Your Constitutional Power & Live Q&A.

Are you concerned about your property rights? Canadian Judges? Personal Rights? Then join us on the next Empower Hour with David Lindsay to learn about a hidden treasure called the Coronation Oath and how it applies to you!

All societies must have some form of Supreme Law – either made by man or by God. Canada’s is, fortunately, created by God.

Knowledge is power and David will show you the Constitutional power available to us all, for legal, peaceful civil disobedience against statutes that are illegal, unlawful or unconstitutional.

Remember: Freedom of speech, thought, belief and the right to life, liberty and security of the person are guaranteed. We do not need to beg, barter or ask for them…they are ours for the taking.

The episode was 1¾ hours long, but there was a fair preamble before guest David Lindsay was introduced ─ and he was worth watching and hearing. 

David heads Common Law Education And Rights B.C., and if the series of training in that area (that he is presently working on) gets offered as a video series for free, then my brother and I will be watching it. 

I got the impression that he is a lawyer, but I haven't noticed it stated anywhere in print as yet.

I was very much surprised when he declared that the reason people in courts here in Canada are supposed to rise when a judge enters the court room is because originally judges appeared while bearing a Bible ─ the people supposedly rose in honour of the Word of God, not the man toting the Book.

So today, there is no reason that people ought to be rising for a judge who can not be bothered to carry a Bible into the court room.

He had a further interesting nugget or two.

Alas, my brother was so anxious to get out today for his 'socializing' that he left here ahead of 12:45 p.m., so I am rather expecting the worst where the state of his sobriety is concerned once he returns this evening. 

I honestly would not mind sitting up into the demise of the evening watching some shows with him while enjoying some of the strong beer or malt I seek to keep myself supplied with, but I will assess his condition first. 

Maybe I will be having another relatively early evening instead.

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Feeling Okay Despite ...

It appeared that I would be sitting up last evening operating our Android TV Box and watching some T.V. with my younger brother who had arrived home from his daily 'socializing' around 9:20 p.m.

Well, fool me!

We began watching an episode of Versailles, and I opened a can of strong (8% alcohol) malt, a product that I reserve for such latter evening television entertainment.

After a few minutes I heard my brother erupt into some hoarse choking, and then he took a swig of his beer. It then dawned upon me that the specific choking noises he had made were those that always attend the choking that results when he has passed out in his chair and starts having his slobber and drool enter his trachea, so I decided to monitor him.

Sure enough, even in the darkened living room I could see that there was no activity involving his eyelids ─ they were drawn closed. I watched awhile longer to be fully certain, and then saw his head begin to sink forward and I could hear the sounds of snoring.

That was enough. I shut off the Android TV Box and switched the T.V. over to its basic cable option, and then headed on upstairs here to my computer / bedroom. I had wasted a beer, opening it for nothing ─ I should have just gone to bed.

But my brother had seemed in reasonable condition when he came into the house.

Granted, as I was leaving to come upstairs, he was newly alert, having become aware that the T.V. show had gone silent. However, he knew better than to speak out and question me and my motivation for departing the living room.

As lamentable as it was having opened a precious beer for no reason, this was the best outcome in view of the fact that I had an early a.m. five-mile walk intended, and now I would be able to get to bed early enough that I would acquire sufficient sleep to make the enterprise less disagreeable ─ I set my cellphone alarm for 3 a.m. in order to leave as early as possible for my foot tour of parts of Whalley. 

My wife had been home all this while, not having worked that day. So I bade her good-night, explaining that I was retiring due to having an early walk in mind.  

She and I earlier had some unusually deep conversation relating to her weekend folly in which she engaged her gambling recidivism that resulted in some monstrous financial loss that I cannot imagine, but one which left her feeling practically ill the past couple of days.

She begged me to not let her sons know, although she had gotten the eldest lad to loan her $1,000 that she was going to have to repay today after she gets paid (if that happens as she was expecting, for she had to work a full day today at the Thai restaurant where she has part-time employment).

Evidently he made the loan grudgingly. And I suspect that because of it, he feels himself to be off the hook where contributing towards the monthly mortgage is concerned ─ it is due to be debited from my chequing account tomorrow.

My wife owes the account a minimum of $1,100, for it only ever contains my pension income, and whatever mortgage contributions I get from her sons ─ she keeps her paycheques to herself, usually using an account in a different financial institution.

This month I benefited from a supplementary pension payment (from a RRIF) that ─ added to the Net of my usual last monthly pension payment totalled $2,800 or even $2,900. Yet once the mortgage is taken from the account tomorrow, I will not have even $15 in the balance.

Each month I am left paying around $500 to meet three credit card payments that my wife is responsible for having racked up; and I also have to pay nearly $210 for a life insurance plan that she got set up on me.

And so when the mortgage strikes, I tend to have little left to me. Yet this month was supposed to be better ─ and it was, until my wife plundered $2,400 from it.

Sure, she may feel sick over what she has done, throwing away so much money in a fashion unimaginable to me. But this was MY money ─ not hers! She had already spent her money.

So once again, she is professing that she is done with this sickness of compulsion, and I know that she does mean it. But I have heard it before. Months go by, and then she has a relapse.

And I don't know what the hell to do. Nothing can get me out from under the actual monstrous credit debt I am buried with, for she once gambled away the last $50,000 or so remaining to a line of credit on our residence. 

I honestly do not know what my full credit debt is ─ around $175,000? I just do not know. It may be more, for the line of credit is intricately tied into the mortgage and I do not happen to have the details of how it breaks down. 

I am 72 years old ─ I will never live to see this paid off. The only way would be to sell our heavily mortgaged home / property.  

When my wife has these gambling relapses from out of the blue, I am left even sicker than she is, for I don't think she fathoms the hopelessness that overcomes me. She is better than two decades younger than I am, for one thing. Already, I have nothing much to live for ─ I do not drive, and thus I am essentially under house arrest, unable to afford to go anywhere nor socialize with people. I have not had a friend visit me since maybe 2010, and he has since died. 

Since I never really have money to spend, I cannot travel, and no one I might care to visit lives anywhere near here. I can't even afford to go to a pub once a week ─ probably not even once a month. If I indulged in such a thing, then I would not be able to do any kind of shopping.

And so I see my life trickling out, and with no one to even share my woes with. My brother is not someone I have that sort of relationship with. I have long ago recognized that if we were not brothers, we would have parted ways years and years back. We have nothing in common but our blood. Otherwise, there would never have been anything like a lasting friendship ─ we do not have that.

One ─ maybe the primary? ─ thing keeping me from bringing an end to this pathetic life of mine is a powerful sense of responsibility to my wife. Without my pension income, her own life would be far bleaker. And it would only grow worse with time. If I died, I don't know if she would even be entitled to a monthly widow's pension of as much as $700. She has nothing of her own to look forward to in her old age ─ just the broke Canada Pension Plan and Old Age Security at age 65. But she's not yet even 50 years old.

She has never contributed to her own pension plan, nor has she ever had employment with an employer who offered one.

I further suspect that the life insurance policy she has on me would not pay out if I was deemed to have been responsible for my own demise.

It is so weird feeling obligated to live because of a sense of strong responsibility to a foolish wife whose own life would be far more limited than she is able to imagine if I was not in the picture. 

I don't want to say anything more.

I will close by reporting that I did have that early walk, for I was to bed last evening before 10:30 p.m. And I was awake and up before my 3 a.m. alarm sounded. I actually left on my five-mile walk less than five minutes past the hour of 3 p.m.

Incidentally, I feel confident in declaring that the five miles are a minimum, for I believe that I slightly exceed that distance. And unlike on my early walk on Tuesday, my walk this a.m. found me with a good lift to my step; and I was able to perform some single pull-ups into the early part of my walk at the elementary school playground that has the gymnastics-style rings ─ last Tuesday I could not even come close to pulling myself up.

But that's how it is when one probably weighs at least 200 pounds while fully garbed (I weighed 194 or 195 pounds late this morning while stripped down to my skin before having eaten a thing today).

All else I shall mention is that I finally published the post of very long standing that I have been working on at one of my two hosted websites ─ the post is Iceland Travel Map.

Big deal, right?

I do believe that my younger brother has show up ─ I heard him come in around 7:30 p.m. or soon after. The only reason I can think of for him to be here this early is because he is already plastered. So I now have his besotted company in store.

Yes, life is good ─ NOT.

Insane Agendas

For the second consecutive evening, my younger brother arrived home from his 'socializing' yesterday around 9:20 p.m., so I sat up watching T.V. with him via our Android TV Box while indulging in two cans of strong (8% alcohol) malt. Earlier in the evening, I had enjoyed a glass of red wine. 

We were to watch an episode each of Marcella; Riverdale; DC's Legends of Tomorrow; and Hardware.  

My wife showed up around 10:30 p.m. at latest, but we were not to have a conversation (see yesterday's post to understand the significance of that).

My bedtime was well into the midnight hour, but I had nothing planned for this morning. I even seemed to sleep unusually well.

The day started off as exceptionally clear and sunny, but it began hazing over later an the morning and eventually became solidly overcast.

It was to develop that my wife did not have to work today ─ I never expected that at all. She did go out in the early afternoon with one or both of her sons whilst I was having a nap following some further T.V. with my brother. 

He was of course also gone by the time I rose from the nap, and will not be returning until the latter evening once again, in all likelihood. And since I have an early a.m. walk planned, I would like to be able to comfortably rise at 3 a.m. to ready for it; consequently, it will suit me well if he fails to show up this evening by the 9:30 p.m. deadline that I have for him ─ that would release me from any sense of obligation about sitting up in operation of our Android TV Box (he does not understand how to use it).

While my wife was out, she texted me that she had deposited $1,300 into our chequing account to cover the shortfall for the monthly mortgage that is due to be debited from the account on Friday. She still owes the account at least $1,100. 

Meantime, I cannot do a damned thing ─ I can buy nothing ─ because of her profligacy that is entirely at my expense. None of the money that she took from the account was hers to withdraw. It was primarily my pension income.

There is a credit card account in my name that she is responsible for having run up the balance, and a payment is due tomorrow. I am unsure if I will be able to make the minimum payment because my selfish wife has provided such scant wriggle room in that repayment that she made to the account today. I dare not jeopardize the mortgage payment due to come from the account in two days.

This becomes infuriating.

But I dare not immerse myself any further into this topic today ─ it just upsets me, and I have not the blogging time.

Returning to the morning and the T.V. shows that my brother and I were to watch, one was a People's Party of Canada (PPC) upload to Rumble on April 14 that was an hour and 13 minutes in duration: Mad Max Live [ep.6]. 

"Mad Max" is of course PPC leader Maxime Bernier. 

I have invested myself in Maxime and the PPC, even though they failed to obtain as many as a single seat in the last federal election. And now there are some Conservative Party of Canada (CPC) candidates vying for the leadership of their party who are undoubtedly drawing potential votes from the PPC in the next federal election, for only sheer idiots would vote for the Liberals or NDP. The Conservatives are sounding like the party of choice to oppose the Liberal / NDP coalition, but they originally were in complete accord with everything Liberal leader Crime Minister Trudope was pushing through.

Not enough voters take that to heart, unfortunately. The PPC opposed Trudope from the start, so they are the only major party that I consider to be steadfast ─ the Conservatives 'go where the wind blows'.

I followed the Maxime Bernier video with an hour and 20-minute April 16 upload by Liberty Coalition Canada to the same Rumble platform: Episode 7 - Bob Murphy: The Economic INSANITY of the Green Agenda.

Economist and podcast host Dr. Robert P. Murphy (https://bobmurphyshow.com) joins Mike to talk about the insanity of the Fed's green agenda and how it will leave Canadians poorer.

Neither video was exactly riveting, but the content in both was generally essential to know something about. 

It was just after 1 p.m. when I sought my nap, and I was to hear my wife finally getting up for the day (we have separate bedrooms). When I later rose, I was unsure if she had left to work the latter part of the day or not ─ the Thai restaurant where she has part-time employment closes for an hour or so in the afternoon, reopening at 4 p.m., so it was perfectly possible that she had to work as of the latter afternoon as was the case yesterday.

But no.

My afternoon is nigh done and I wish to have a bath, so I am going to cease blogging for today. I did not expect to manage to say this much with my wife home.