I am going to rush this post because my evening is already upon me, and I didn't get my usual afternoon nap ─ maybe I will manage a really good sleep tonight.
Last evening I got to bed a little past 10:30 p.m., right after possibly hearing both my younger brother and my wife simultaneously arriving home. Obviously, I never watched any T.V. with my brother that evening, but I did drink two tall cans (or tallboys) of pale ale of the few remaining from the flat of 24 cans that my youngest stepson's friend "R.J." brought us quite recently.
There are only two cans left today, so maybe I will manage to have one of them before my brother drinks them both once he gets home from wherever he is presently 'socializing'.
My poor wife apparently had to work an exceptionally long day today, for she was up by 8 a.m. And even as she rushed to get away right around 8:30 a.m., she was exclaiming that she was late.
Her usual start time at the Thai restaurant where she works part-time is 11 a.m. for a full day. So I don't exactly know what was going on today. She maybe said something about learning bar tending, but I may have misheard.
As for morning videos that my brother and I were to watch via our Android TV Box, I will only mention the interview with James Corbett uploaded to Rumble on March 27 to The Delingpod: A James Delingpole Podcast channel.
James catches up with James Corbett and they discuss the psy-ops that we're all currently experiencing. They talk about the predator class, how we're all being manipulated into a 1984 state of never ending panic and how those who, two months ago couldn't point to Ukraine on a map, are suddenly flying blue and yellow flags and screaming for Russian blood. It’s a great episode - enjoy...
It was an hour and nine minutes in duration, but I have a lot of respect for James Corbett. My brother recognizes value in what the guy has to say as well.
Very much on a related theme, Tessa Lena absolutely nailed how we all should be feeling whenever any masking or jab mandates get lifted ─ she said this about New York City which she frequents, but this applies everywhere:
How do I feel? Oh hooray, I guess. Our masters are merciful and occasionally generous. They “gave us our freedoms back.” Hooray. They’ve managed to turn basic independent existence into a privilege to be earned. Hooray.
We have to know that it is only a temporary respite, for the political powers have no intention of releasing the reins of their power. We need to focus and bring the tyrants down while we are able ─ we certainly need to stand up and refuse compliance with the resumption of proclamations when they again get imposed over us.
It is already nearly 8 p.m., so I must cease blogging for today.
One last thing I wish to report is that I have discovered that some of the pansy seeds I placed between a folded and wetted paper towel a week or so back, and which I had then placed into a plastic bag, are beginning to sprout.
I only discovered this just before I began work on this post. Had I not squandered my afternoon as I did, I would have set up the sprouted seeds into some potting soil.
Tomorrow should be a far superior day.
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