DHL "Clearance Events" Latest

 Vivi Winkler

Despite giving my younger brother the opportunity of allowing me to operate our Android TV Box last evening to locate an episode of at least one of the T.V. series we follow via that device, we were not to share any evening television.

Due to an early a.m. six-mile walk I had planned for overnight, I was only willing to sit up with him if he got home from his beering (or 'socializing') by 9:30 p.m. 

Well, he did succeed. However, he then sequestered himself in the kitchen farting about and talking to himself extensively as he did so for the next 15 minutes ─ I became so upset at being forced to waste my evening while waiting on the dense clod that I made the snap decision to just shut things down and come on upstairs here to my bedroom where I keep my computer.

He would have to entertain himself with whatever he might be able to find on our T.V.'s basic cable package (he has no idea how to operate our Android TV Box).

Thus, I may have been to bed as early as 9:45 p.m., and with my cellphone alarm set for 2:30 a.m. to rouse me for that walk.

I never sleep easily; and I was also feeling some guilt because my wife ─ who had worked the second half of the day at the Thai restaurant where she has part-time employment ─ had not yet arrived home. She wanted to share with me her misadventures earlier that afternoon in trying to track down her DHL shipment that has supposedly been undergoing a succession of CBSA "Clearance Events" since April 14 ─ now over 1½ months!

(She and I have been sleeping in separate bedrooms since early last November due to medical reasons.)

Eventually I did lapse into sleep, and was finally roused by the 2:30 a.m. alarm. I rose and dressed; and by 2:45 a.m. was away on my six-mile walk that was actually something over six miles.

I primarily walked a rectangle that was contained by King George Boulevard and 132nd Street on two sides; and 76th and 96th Avenues on the other two sides. 

The centre point of that rectangle should be displayed as the 8600 block of 134th Street on this Google Map, but it is poorly so. There is no 134th Street at that point, and Google Map should not be displaying "8600" as being so much nearer to 88th Avenue than to 84th Avenue ─ "8600" should be equidistant between those two avenues.

Anyway, as often happens, I meandered a little off course on three separate occasions, adding to my overall distance, which is why I claim to have walked in excess of six miles. But I travelled at a good pace. And I was back home by somewhere between 4:50 to 4:55 a.m., as I recall. I do not know why, but my eldest stepson was up by then; but we did not communicate, for I came directly to my bedroom after using the toilet, and shut the door.

I believe that it was something like 5:35 a.m. when I returned to bed.

Again, sleep was very difficult to achieve; and when I checked the time a little past 8:30 a.m., I was uncertain if I ever actually slept ─ if not for some wild recollections that could only have been devised in dream, I might not have allowed for having slept at all.

I rose right around the time that my brother exited from his bedroom, but my bedroom door was still closed. I checked my E-mails until within 10 minutes of the arrival of 9 a.m. before going downstairs for my day's first instant coffee, and to join my brother for some T.V.

When he turned it over to me to seek videos via our Android TV Box, I led us off with a 16-minute Laura-Lynn Tyler Thompson video that had been uploaded to Rumble yesterday: I CAME ACROSS THE BORDER FROM THE U.S. TO CANADA – THIS IS WHAT HAPPENED. 

Today, I'm going to tell you the story of my border crossing from Montana into Saskatchewan.

Laura-Lynn ─ who had been in the States for extensive travel there ─ is 'unvaccinated'. My brother had previously wondered to me how it was that she was going to be able to return to Canada without that injection, so I knew that he would be finding the video even more interesting than would I.

As luck would have it, I only got to watch a little of the video ─ my wife rose, and soon had me upstairs to hear her tale of woe relating to yesterday afternoon and her effort to locate her missing DHL shipment. She even had a number of papers that had been printed out for her, as well as a business card from someone at CFIA (Canadian Food Inspection Agency).

She did her best to explain, and then asked that I send an E-mail to someone else at CFIA that the person identified on the business card had suggested be E-mailed.

This was going to take some thought, so I returned to the living room to continue watching T.V., and my wife readied for a full work day (the restaurant opens at 11 a.m.).

Ultimately, this was the message that I sent ─ all personal details are of course removed:

Hello, ****;

It was recommended to my wife that you be contacted to see if there is any assistance that you can offer.

Basically, we are trying to track down a shipment from Thailand that DHL estimated would be delivered to us on April 18, but which became held up by CBSA on April 14 with the first of a series of "Clearance Events" ─ that first of which obviously occurred just over 1½ months ago.

The very large box comprising the shipment contains health-related products from what I understand to be a reputable company that is well-known in Thailand, as well as by its expatriates abroad (such as my wife). The company is The iCon Group (theicongroup.co.th).   

DHL had kept insisting that CBSA was backlogged, and also that some other government agency seemed to have gotten involved with the shipment. But as the weeks passed and we were unable to receive anything more meaningful from DHL, my wife ─ ******** ******* ─ who has only been in Canada since May 2006, and for whom English is a second language, took it upon herself yesterday to visit CBSA out in Richmond (as well as a DHL office very nearby there).

We live in Surrey.  

From what I understand through her efforts, CBSA no longer has the package. Instead, it is claimed that CFIA now has possession, and the Burnaby address was given to my wife. Oddly enough, on a "Target Manifest" DHL printed out for her, someone scribbled back on April 22 the words "HC HOLD", which I would suspect referred to Health Canada, but it was further scribbled "Refer to CFIA. No Health Clearance".

Regardless, my wife then visited your Burnaby offices yesterday, which I was quite surprised to find out were immediately adjacent to Agriculture and Agri-Food Canada ─ I actually retired from there in early April 2011. I had worked in Human Resources as a Compensation Advisor, a position that was made obsolete by the Conservative Government of the time, and the duties passed along to personnel at Miramichi in New Brunswick, putting me out of a job. I chose to retire rather than seek some other position, since I was already 61 years old at the time.

So you and I ─ if you worked at CFIA in Burnaby at the time leading up to my retirement ─ were almost 'colleagues' of sorts.

I thought that aside might slightly interest you.

Anyway, someone my wife spoke with at CFIA did her best to help, but could not find any trace of any packages ─ large or small ─ being identified under my wife's name, ******** *******, nor that of the sender ─ a Thai woman named ****** ********.

I don't know if such packages would possibly be recorded by their original MAWBs or HAWBs, but this one is listed as follows:

MAWB (Master airway bill): 4**********
HAWB (House airway bill): 4*********

That latter is the number DHL uses as the package's tracking code on the tracking page for the shipment.

I am rather desperately hoping that you might have a magical touch that can actually locate this errant shipment. I don't exactly know which products it was that my wife ordered, but I expect that it included things like Room Coffee, Boom Coca Plus, Boom D-Nax (apparently a daily multivitamin), and Boom Collagen.

It ought to have been a swift and easy process to verify that these were exactly what they claimed to be, and with no prohibited ingredients.  

As for the destination address on the large box, our address is:

**** ***** *****
Surrey, B.C.
*** ***

Man, I sure do hope that you can help with this! My only income comes of my monthly pension (I never achieved higher than an AS-02 Classification in the government), and my wife only works part-time at a Thai restaurant.

If the package is lost through incompetence or negligence, then this is going to hurt. There is no recompense that I am aware of ─ DHL washes its hands of all liability for any damages or losses if a claim has not been filed within 30 days of them originally taking possession of the shipment, and that was on April 11. May 11 has now come and gone, so we cannot even file for reimbursement of just the shipping and duty fees that we paid DHL ($58), let alone the value of the shipment itself. How could we file a claim? We still have not been officially told that the shipment is irrevocably gone.

Anyway, if you have read this far, then I at least thank you for that.

By the time I had sent off the message and had my first reasonably light meal of the day, it was something like 2:08 p.m., so I sought a nap. My brother had already left for the afternoon to reengage his daily 'socializing'.

I might have gone and sat outside in sunshine had there been any ─ the east was darkly overcast, and the west heavily hazed and allowing only some vague sunlight to make its way through. 

I venture that it may next have been something like 3:48 p.m. when I decided to check the time and rise. I then checked my E-mail, and found this very short message from the contact at CFIA:

Hi ******,

I’m away from my normal position with our import surveillance team, but I’ll have my relief dig into this and see if we can find out what is going on.

If we have any other questions, we will let you know.

-*****

So nothing yet of use in the sense of relieving the weight that my wife and I are bearing, but at least it has encouragement in its potential.

I was quite surprised to discover that the afternoon had become very sunny, so I decided to not waste the opportunity to get some colouring to my face. And at 3:56 p.m., I was slouched in a chair on the backyard lawn and facing directly into the Sun for possibly a full 45 minutes. I was fully clothed, but it was warm enough that I could have been wearing just shorts.

Once the Sun exposure was done, I fixed myself a second coffee, and then got to work on this post.

I feel some obligation to mention a couple of the other videos that my brother and I watched this morning.  

One was a 43-minute video by Glenn Greenwald that had been uploaded to YouTube on May 12, but I doubt its security on that heavily censored platform, so I am going to link to its Rumble source: The US Anti-War Left is Dead. The Squad's $40b War Vote Just Killed It.

He focused much on Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez, an American politician whom I have been vaguely familiar with for some years now, but Glenn revealed that she is as unreliable as are too many Canadian politicians whose positions depend entirely upon prevailing popular winds.  

My brother and I also watched a 52-minute YouTube video about The Finders, whom I had never heard of before. It had been uploaded on May 13: The Finders with Elizabeth Vos | The Nick Bryant Podcast.

Elizabeth Vos is a journalist who has written extensively on the cult known as the "Finders.” In 1987, two members of the Finders were arrested for the abuse and neglect of six feral children in Tallahassee, Florida. The two Finders were charged with multiple accounts of child abuse. A search warrant was then executed on the Finders wearhouse in Washington, DC. Law enforcement found child pornography and evidence of the Finders purchasing children. The CIA quashed the investigation into the Finders, and the two Finders who had been jailed were released and all child abuse charges were dropped. The CIA has subsequently disavowed all connections to the Finders. Vos has taken a deep dive into the Finders and their connections to the CIA and published a 3-part series of articles on the cult. Today she tells us about her experience.

This video makes me wonder why there is not more activity aimed at revealing the full truth behind this group. I am interested in learning more, so I may look for other videos concerning them.

There was one further video that I intended to mention, but it is already after 8 p.m., so I am going to halt today's post here.

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Betty Blue

I am feeling especially disheartened today, so I am not going to post for long. The primary reason for this deflation of spirits is that my wife reportedly drove out to the CBSA (Canada Customs) in Richmond to seek the release of a shipment from Thailand that DHL said has been languishing there under a succession of five different "Clearance Events" beginning on April 14 ─ that's 1½ bloody months ago! 

DHL gave her the address where the shipment was supposedly being held.

Well, if I understood her phone call to me this afternoon, they did not have it, and said that it was at what I presume was a Health Canada address in Burnaby ─ so off she went to seek answers there. 

Nothing. 

She said that a woman there checked through their records and could find no trace of any such shipment.

I had the impression that my wife mentioned one or two other addresses for CBSA or Health Canada, but I am unsure. She asked that I E-mail DHL and report these results, but I do not have the details straight and am not going to do so until I am able to query my wife in person so that I have accurate information as best as I can understand it.

I expect that she is working a half day today ─ the latter half ─ at the Thai restaurant where she has part-time employment, so she said that she would be home sometime this evening.

I have an early a.m. six-mile walk planned for the morning ─ I intend to try and rise at 2:30 a.m. and be gone 15 minutes thereafter ─ so it is quite possible that I will have retired this evening before she is home. 

This is all so damned discouraging because that shipment is worth around $1,500 ─ a loss we cannot afford.

Anyway, I will obviously not be sitting up late this evening like I did last evening, operating our Android TV Box so that my younger brother and I can watch episodes of a few of the T.V. series that we follow in common once he shows up from his daily beering somewhere that I euphemistically refer to here as 'socializing'.

(Last evening we watched an episode each of Versailles; Chapelwaite; and Chicago Fire.)

If he does show up no later than 9:30 p.m., I am amenable to watching an episode of something, but it is imperative that I try to get as much time in bed before 2:30 a.m. as is sensibly possible.

This mid-morning I used the Android TV Box to locate episodes of a number of scamdemic / plandemic / casedemic videos, but I will only mention two of them.

First off I tried watching a ROAR Media upload to Rokfin.com that had been recorded on May 13: Brave Nu Future 46 20220513. 

We are back with host Amber King as Brave Nu Future seeks to break the chains that bind us: expose the realities behind the NWO, help the people prepare, & organize to keep a free society at the end of late-stage capitalism on the brink of the automation age. 

Amber's two guests were James Roguski, whom I was unfamiliar with; and Alexis Baden-Meyer of Organic Consumers Association. I watched Alexis once before ─ she has such an extremely and naturally pretty face that I love gazing at her. 

Unfortunately, the video failed maybe four times ─ when this happens, the Rokfin page displays a heading of "Snap" and says to press a retry or refresh icon that is displayed. Yet doing this only brings up the video at its very beginning, forcing the viewer to work his or her way through it in an effort to locate just where it had left off before 'breaking'.

Possibly this fault lay with trying to watch the video via the aforementioned Android TV Box, and might not have occurred if it was being watched on a computer. Whatever the case, my brother voiced that it was not worth bothering with any further, for by then nearly an hour of the video had passed and James Roguski was bowing out. His focus had been on the W.H.O. and their intended International Health Regulations (IHR) amendments that idiot President Biden has pushed for, and my brother wasn't keen on watching well over an hour more of talk about this topic.

I did later watch the video on my own, and found that the two ladies talked about quite a number of other topics, and left the IHR amendments more or less alone.

I had tried to locate this specific video on Rumble, for Amber had listed that platform as one of those where her Brave Nu Future broadcasts could be found. Not this one, however. And none of the other platforms she sounded off were familiar to me, so I was not about to spend time trying to locate them.

That's too bad. It is going to reduce viewership such as mine.

Anyway, the second video that my brother and I watched didn't particularly impress me, but he got value from it ─ and therefore I am mentioning it.

It was a YouTube upload on May 26 by Proletarian TV: Scott Ritter: "Europe is on the brink of total economic failure". 

Is Ukraine winning the war? According to Scott Ritter, former United States Marine Corps intelligence officer, quite the opposite is the case.

In this interview, Ritter, who has also served as a United Nations weapons inspector and was an outspoken critic of the war in Iraq, calls Russia’s military operation in Ukraine a “masterful, stunning military victory that will be studied for some time”.

What does this mean for Europe as a whole? The Russian ruble is as strong as it has been in recent history, and the Russian stock market is alive and kicking. Meanwhile, global gas prices have doubled.

The cost of diesel is already disrupting supply chains, which run on thin margins of efficiency. Will transport costs be absorbed by the companies? By the truckers? Or transferred to the consumers? None of these offers a desirable outcome.

Ritter concludes: “Europe is on the verge of economic collapse”.

My brother and I have seen Scott Ritter before, and he does seem to have a solid understanding of Russian military strategy, particularly where Ukraine is concerned. 

I now want to talk about a movie that I watched on my own without my brother ─ he would only complain and bitch had I tried to watch it with him.

I actually had to tune it in three times, for it was three hours and five minutes in duration, and I never had sufficient time at one sitting to watch all of it. In fact, the second time that I broke off from it was last evening ─ my brother had come into view as he arrived home, so I had to quickly cancel out of the feature.   

The movie was entirely in French, but I wanted to watch it to enjoy the lead actress: Béatrice Dalle. I had become very curious about her after seeing her in the movie Trouble Every Day where she played a seductress who would cannibalize men she lured into having sex with her.

In that latter movie, she was oddly erotic to me, even though so very disturbing. And she was beautiful, with a very unusually large mouth and lower lip.

I definitely got a lot to see of her in 2016's Betty Blue ─ it was filled with nudity. Nevertheless, I probably got far more viewing of her nude co-star Jean-Hugues Anglade than I could ever possibly care to have. 

As the Wikipedia article does explain, there is a short version of the movie that was released theatrically ─ a mere two hours. But the three-hour director's cut offered so very much more story-building detail.

As for watching it with sub-titles, I located a version at the Internet Archive here ─ just be certain to select the CC (Closed Captions) option near the bottom right of the screen once the movie begins to play. There is one fairly important caveat about this, as I was to find ─ the "closed captions" or sub-titles that appear only do so for what seemed to me to be approximately a third of the dialogue. Consequently, a lot does get missed; but there is enough English there to keep the non-French-speaking viewer privy enough to what is going on that he or she oughtn't to become lost. 

Now, with all of that explained, what I saw of naked Béatrice Dalle was definitely pleasant enough, but she had enough physical flaws at her young age of maybe 21 years that I could easily be critical. Notwithstanding, her allure was so strong that those flaws would never have even remotely been of any consequence to this male had I ever been exposed to the woman and her amorous attentions.

I will be seeking out other movies featuring her.

I must bring this post to a close, for it is already after 8 p.m.

Before I do, I just want to complain about the wretched weather. At some point overnight we had some rain ─ or possibly it came very early in the morning.The day remained overcast and excessively cool, so there was not even the vaguest consideration by me of trying to sit out in the backyard this afternoon to benefit from some daylight.

I am fed up beyond expression by what is happening to the world with this diabolical geoengineering and climate manipulation by the meddling wealthy and 'the Elite' who believe they own and control us.

I conclude with this Facebook post by my wife optimistically advertising Boom Cocoa Plus, one of the products in her lost shipment.

Exploit & Destruct

It was annoying to discern my younger brother arriving home last evening maybe less than five minutes ahead of the 9:30 p.m. deadline that I had in place for him, for I was keen on getting to bed early in order to facilitate an early shopping expedition this morning, though it was only to the nearest Save-On-Foods outlet (Google Map) possibly a mile from here. 

What was especially annoying is that my brother has this facility for not arriving home until 10 p.m. or even later on those evenings when I feel that I want to be sitting up watching episodes of the shows that we follow in common, and this forces me to almost pine away as time wastes on, for it is only going to limit just how much T.V. we will be watching (via our Android TV Box, of course).

Yet when it is an evening ahead of a morning in which I have a planned outing, my brother will roll his drunken butt home barely ahead of the 9:30 p.m. deadline that he knows nothing of ─ it is as if malignant forces align against me. And I feel obliged to watch at least one show.

Such was the situation last evening, yet I was even considering watching an episode each of two shows.

However, once he was home, he began puttering about in the kitchen for at least 20 minutes before finally deigning to come into the living room where I was impatiently awaiting. I already knew that he was quite drunk, for he had been steadily muttering to himself in the kitchen ─ this is always an infallible sign of his state.

And sure enough, not too very far into the episode of DC's Legends of Tomorrow that I had tuned in ─ the season four finale "Hey, World!" ─ he had passed out and remained so until the episode was concluded.  

There was no way that I would be wasting any further of our shows upon the feeble-brained lout, so that was it for the evening. I switched the T.V. over to its basic cable, and headed on upstairs to my room.

The silence that came of not having anything playing on T.V. roused the inebriate, and he already had a T.V. station filling the void by the time I was to my room.

Perhaps it was 10:45 p.m. ─ but no later than 11 p.m. ─ by the time I was into my bed, my cellphone alarm set for 5 a.m. which I felt was plenty of time for me to adjust to being up in the morning before I would be setting off on that fairly easy walk.

There was to come a point in the night when I rose to use the bathroom, but I never took a peek at the time. All I cared was that it was still dark outside, so I had a good chance of finding my way back into some sleep.

Alas, I do not believe that I did. And I soon enough heard a crow cawing as it flew. Crows do not habitually fly in the night, so I suspected that the night must be starting to fade into the earliest glimmerings of the approach of dawn.

When my alarm did sound, I was in a bit of a mental fog. And despite the amount of time that I had been in bed overnight, I definitely did not feel well slept. Nevertheless, I knew that a black hot instant coffee would help dispel that state, so I went downstairs to boil some water. It was then that I noticed that the Sunday morning edition of The Province that I subscribe to was laying on the table, a sign that one of my two stepsons had already been up (the house was in darkness but for any lights I had turned on). 

The store opens at 7 a.m., so there was no sense in leaving home even as early as 6:30 a.m. just to walk that mile or so to get there. Thus, I had lots of time to ready myself.

Towards that point in time, I soaked my bit of chin beard in order to have it neatly set prior to performing any necessary trimming; and as I waited for it to dry, I played FreeCell. And then as ill luck would have it, I heard what was likely my eldest stepson come into the house ─ I can only assume that he had gone to the gym earlier.

What was ill about this was that he soon enough came upstairs and shut himself into the bathroom, denying me access for any grooming. Then before too very long, he began to have a shower.

And thus it was that I never got on my way until around 7 a.m., much later than I had ever expected. But this is the course for me.

Most fortunately, the morning was overcast and quite gloomy ─ had it been brilliantly sunny, I am unsure if I would have been able to face venturing out into such a morning. It is extremely difficult for me to face the world in the daytime ─ it is why I have my walks in the wee a.m. before dawn. 

Finding some encouragement with the lingering gloom, I went on my way, and even stopped at an elementary school playground to perform two sets of pull-ups ─ a mere two repetitions in each set, but I am 72 years old and fully clothed would weigh little below 200 pounds.

I also had $200 to deposit in the Coast Capital Savings Federal Credit Union (Google Map) nearby where I would be shopping. The money was a payment in cash that my wife had given me for paying her $171 traffic ticket online recently with my VISA credit card ─ she had expected that the fine would be $196.    

Anyway, I got my shopping done and was back home without any other notable incident. I did forget to buy one item that I should have gotten, but it was not even thought of at any time beforehand when I was making my mental shopping list ─ it only popped into my mind awhile later back at home. 

Around 8:32 a.m. I heard my brother stirring in his bedroom, so I opted to lie down before becoming involved with him for any morning T.V. ─ he would read The Province first anyway.

I must have spent an hour or so lying down, but it was restorative despite not falling soundly asleep.

When I joined my brother and he turned the T.V. over to me to put our Android TV Box into action, I had a Laura-Lynn Tyler Thompson video in mind, but I was unable to notice the video I was after and instead tuned in her hour and 16-minute Rumble upload from two days ago: Live With Dr. Paul Thomas, MD. 

Dr. Paul Thomas, host of “Against The Wind” and author of “The Vaccine-Friendly Plan,” has garnered much attention online by being a leading charge for medical freedoms, informed consent, and rationalizing pediatric treatment through his YouTube channel. He joins me to discuss many of the various freedoms he is fighting for in Oregon and across the US.

Dr. Thomas’ Show: https://www.doctorsandscience.com/

Website: https://www.drpaulsfight.com/

YouTube Channel: https://www.youtube.com/user/paulthomasmd

I was unfamiliar with Dr. Paul Thomas, but I was very impressed with the breadth of his awareness about just what is going on in this world of ours. As he correctly expressed, it is far more than any fake pandemic and the senseless promotion of safe and ineffective inoculations.

One of the other videos we were to watch was the series finale of the British sitcom Twenty Twelve ─ I had no idea that the series was about to conclude until afterwards when I was researching as to what the next episode was going to be about.  

I have enjoyed the series, even though the height of its comedy tended to be the confusing say-nothing babble that the cast are so adept at. Jessica Hynes' character (Siobhan Sharpe) is very good at saying absolutely nothing at all, and sounding all the while like some English version of a 'Valley Girl'. The series made me a fan of hers.

At least I will be able to continue to enjoy her and her character ─ as well as that of her immediate superior, Ian Fletcher (played by Hugh Bonneville) ─ in a series titled W1A that kicked off two years after Twenty Twelve ended. 

My brother and I were also to watch the 28-minute video THE SEQUEL TO THE FALL OF THE CABAL - Part 11: The Gates Foundation – Exploit & Destruct.

Bill Gates and his foundation invest in some of the most criticized companies in the world for involvement in human rights abuses, labour abuses, environmental abuses, tax avoidance, and the amount of carbon held in their reserves. Everything he does goes against his own preaches about sustainability and the human carbon footprint. GAVI, the WHO, UNICEF, the World Bank, AGRA… evil players steered by the Gates Foundation in order to exploit the people and to depopulate the planet. Time to expose and to redefine Philanthropy!

By Janet Ossebaard & Cyntha Koeter

There are other sources for that specific video should that one become unavailable.

My brother sought some bed rest approximately midway through the noon hour, but he was up again and on his was for the afternoon to 'socialize' before I had yet sought my nap ─ which I did very soon after 2 p.m.

I managed a little sleep, and was down for a little over an hour, I expect. There seemed by then sufficient weak sunshine to make it worthwhile to sit out in the backyard to gain some further colour to my face, so I was out there doing so at 3:22 p.m.

Had I not noticed a neighbour immediately next door doing similarly while wearing just shorts and a tee-shirt or short-sleeved shirt, I would have returned into the house due to an excessively chilly breeze ─ and I was fully clothed, and even had a tee-shirt beneath my long-sleeved denim shirt.

But it ─ and I ─ warmed up as time passed, so I may have spent nigh 45 minutes out there. By then, there was a mass of clouds approaching the somewhat hazy Sun, so I congratulated myself on my timing and came back into the house. The weather is supposed to improve over the next few days. 

We shall see. 

I must have a bath; and I would also like to watch the final minutes (a bit over 50) of a French movie I had to separate myself from early last evening, so I might as well end this post here. It is already 7 p.m. I shall close with this Facebook post that my wife made yesterday in an effort to interest her audience to Boom Cocoa Plus, a product of Thailand's The iCon Group. 

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Mind Control

Angelica Enberg

Once my younger brother was home last evening ─ around 9:40 p.m., incidentally ─ we were to watch an episode each of two of the T.V. series that we follow in common: Chilling Adventures of Sabrina and Inspector Morse. 

Actually, we watched the very first episode of Chilling Adventures of Sabrina, and only because we are already caught up with the sixth episode of the third season of Riverdale ─ that season began airing on October 10, 2018, whereas Sabrina's series began airing on October 26, 2018. Since Chilling Adventures of Sabrina ties in with Riverdale eventually, I felt that we might as well get cracking in watching Chilling Adventures of Sabrina somewhat concurrently with Riverdale.

I also want to mention that I remember the T.V. series Inspector Morse back when it used to be in current production, but I never regularly watched it. Back then, I found it boring. But after my brother and I got deep into Endeavour (based upon a young Endeavour Morse) and then Lewis (the now-mature partner of Inspector Morse in the original T.V. series), I figured that we needed to add the original series into our rotational viewing roster.

Even so, as much as we enjoy all three series, I am unable to see any character similarity between young Endeavour Morse and the Inspector Morse he was supposed to eventually grow into ─ they are two different personalities. As well, I find Inspector Morse to be too arrogant and dismissive for my liking.

My wife had worked a full day yesterday at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, and did not get home until after my brother and I were deep into our T.V. She and I now have separate bedrooms (as of early last November), but we did have a little conversation before we both retired for the night once my brother and I were finished with T.V.

My morning today began just ahead of 8 a.m. My brother rose soon after, but neither of us bothered then with any T.V., for he always reads through the Saturday morning edition of the Vancouver Sun that I subscribe to. And when he finally did turn on the T.V. around 9:30 a.m., there was no urgency in me to be putting our Android TV Box into action to watch any videos relating to the scamdemic / plandemic / casedemic because I knew that he would have to leave to pick up his girlfriend Bev at 10 a.m. to drive her to work ─ she lives approximately two miles from us.

And so when he left to do so, I got Odessa Orlewicz's video from yesterday all set to play, a 58-minute feature titled The Sikh Community Sets The Record Straight. There Was No Racism At Trudeau's Surrey, BC Event On May 25th.

There were freedom fighters of multiple races that attended the anti-Trudeau, anti-liberal party protest at the infamous Surrey, BC "pay to play" event that took place May 25th. Some of those protesters are Sikh and Indigenous. I interview Amrit and also Kanwaljit from Sikh Freedom Alliance as well as an indigenous well known truther Marcella who was one of the leaders of the Surrey, BC protest. The anger resonating throughout the freedom fighters crowd from all backgrounds about this fake news story of racist slurs is palpable. These protesters of non-caucasian backgrounds want YOU to know the truth about the event, and their disgust in both Trudeau and the mainstream news for this fraudulent  story to create division for the politicians TRUE agenda. 

It was a good episode, and Odessa did very well with her opening tirade against our lying dictatorial politicians and their propaganda arm, the lying mainstream media.

I believe that the one-name "Marcella" featured in that video is Marcella Williams. Unfortunately, I missed taking note of the name of the lady with Rick Dignard.

I also tuned in the second episode (or Chapter 2) of Sean Stone's Best Kept Secret ─ various sources for it are on BitChute such as here and here. My wife had been up for awhile by this point, and became engaged in some conversation with my brother early into that 28-minute video, and so the distraction reduced the video's impact. Actually, we did not manage to gain much from it whatsoever ─ I should have paused it until we were able to focus on it.

Oh, well.

My brother ─ as usual ─ had 'socializing' plans, so he left around the mid-noon hour and won't be back until sometime this evening.

Early in the afternoon my wife left to visit Surrey Place (Central City) not much more than a mile from here to visit the DHL outlet there to learn what she could about the Thailand shipment that has been languishing with Canada Customs (CBSA) since April 14 ─ this morning we had found a fifth "Clearance Event" on the shipment's tracking page. There had been one there yesterday, too (as well as the three in April ─ 14, 21, and 27). 

She had visited DHL last Saturday and one of the workers there said that he would do his best to have CBSA expedite their release of the shipment, for this has become unconscionably long. Well, that chap was not present today, but the fellow my wife did talk to said that the other chap was fairly new and probably not fully cognizant of processes.

He recommended that my wife actually go to the CBSA facility in Richmond and directly deal with the pricks. So he gave her the address, and my wife plans to do just that on Monday.

That CBSA would be sitting on her shipment since April 14 with no word of explanation is disgusting. The shipment consists of various health-related products ─ including coffee and cocoa ─ from Thailand's The iCon Group, and cost us maybe $1,500. Since some of the products are of an edible nature, they of course have expiration dates, and my wife has a lot of Thai, Lao, and other Southeast Asian folks who are quite eager to buy from her.

As it is, my wife has a hard go of it making a profit on these shipments ─ I just seem to be accruing more and more credit debt humouring her drive for this sideline moneymaking scheme. But I do admire that drive she has. And her.

Anyway, as she usually does, she left for Vancouver where she tends to spend most of each weekend. I suppose that it was around 3:15 p.m. at the time. The day was overcast, but sometimes there were periods of extremely hazy sunshine, so I thought that I would try to sit out in the backyard for 40 minutes.

I doubt I lasted much more than 10 minutes despite being shod, wearing jeans, and a long-sleeved denim shirt overtop a spandex-like tee-shirt ─ it was just too damned chilly with an unpleasant breeze that wouldn't let.

What the hell's wrong with our weather? Everyone involved in the worldwide geoengineering that's befouling the Earth's weather systems ought to be put right down! This is abominable.

I have not felt especially well today ─ I am a little 'off'. If my brother does not make it home by 9:30 p.m., I am not going to sit up to operate our Android TV Box and watch any of our shows with him. Besides, I would like to do some sort of early-morning shopping tomorrow, and maybe in the process get in a walk.

I was going to have a bath this latter afternoon or early evening, but I got caught up in watching a French movie that I never realized was going to be so long. I apparently tuned in the "director's cut", and it's five minutes over three hours in length. I am still not finished with the film ─ I broke off to come here and finish up this post that I had taken a break from in order to have some supper.

So with that all said, I am going to call it quits on the blogging for today.

Fourth DHL CBSA "Clearance Event" Since April 14

As a result of my younger brother making it home just ahead of 10 p.m. by means of two buses last evening from the pub he had been drinking at, we were to watch an episode each of two of the series we follow in common ─ Riverdale and The Graham Norton Show (the episodes were of course made possible through apps that I have downloaded into our Android TV Box).

My wife arrived home well after my brother, for she had worked the long day at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time.

She had retired for the night before my brother and I were done watching T.V., so she and I had no discussion. Her youngest son was still up when she arrived, however; and her eldest son got home (from work?) before she retired for the night, I believe.

It had lightly rained more or less since just after mid-afternoon, and I recall hearing it raining overnight at one point, so there must have by then been some intensity to it. But it was all over with by the time my brother and I were up this morning, which for me was maybe 8:15 a.m., a little ahead of my brother. 

I remained upstairs here at my computer (which I keep in my bedroom) until 8:50 a.m. at latest, and then went downstairs to boil water for a coffee and to join my brother for some T.V. He quickly turned it over to me so that I could put our Android TV Box into action.

I wanted to lead things off with an interview Laura-Lynn Tyler Thompson had made with Morufat Ogunkoya, a mother of three children, who had fled with them to Canada from their native Nigeria in a bid to escape Islamic extremism, but who were now facing deportation by the generally corrupt Canadian government. You can read about the family's plight in this two-page .pdf document: The Ogunkoya Family Case Briefing.     

I actually signed the OFWI.org petition (Free the Ogunkoyas) mentioned in that document.

Regardless, the video interview I sought has apparently been removed, for I checked Laura-Lynne Tyler Thompson's accounts at both Rumble and BitChute, and have found nothing. I had made note several days back that the video had been uploaded around or on May 17.

Failing to be able to watch that video, I instead tuned in Laura-Lynne's video (an hour and 39 minutes) uploaded yesterday: Live With Heather Maahs, Barry Neufeld and Tasha Fishman.    

Heather Maahs and Barry Neufeld join me today to discuss the negligence in protecting children from incredibly sexual content in the Canadian school systems, and what is being done about it.

Tasha Fishman is our last guest today, and she joins me to discuss the tyrannical mandates ongoing in Canada, and how to help our children in this continuous area of over-sexualization.

I was impressed by how beautiful and ably-spoken Tasha is!

My wife had to work another full day today, and was up by 9:30 a.m. The restaurant doesn't open until 11 a.m., but she was up to get some help from me to pay a speeding ticket online that she had been dinged with last April 19th, and then kept overlooking.

If the fine is paid within 30 days, it is $171. But supposedly any later than that, and it jumps to $196.

Obviously today is well beyond the 30-day 'grace' period. Nevertheless, when I went online to pay it, the amount field was pre-filled with the lesser figure of $171, so that's what I paid.

I hope it stands.

While I was online, I noticed that my wife's shipment from Thailand's The iCon Group that has been languishing at Canada Customs (CBSA) since April 14 is today listed on its tracking page as now undergoing a fourth "Clearance Event" ─ the previous had been on April 27, so maybe the damned big box will finally be getting released to DHL and she will be getting a phone call to come to their nearby office to collect it.  

Again, I hope so.

She just this week received a different shipment that she only ordered a couple or so weeks ago, so it's bloody flabbergasting why the older shipment is being held up as it is ─ this is practically malevolent.

Incidentally, you can see a Facebook post below this post ─ the Facebook post was made earlier today by my wife and concerns the shipment that she got her hands on two or three days ago.

Around 9:50 a.m. this morning while my wife was readying in the bathroom for her long workday, I had suspended Laura-Lynn's video because my brother was readying to leave to pick up his girlfriend Bev at 10 a.m. to drive her to work. I was going to ride along so that he could stop at the nearest government liquor store approximately two miles from here so that I could stock up on four dozen cans of the strong (8% alcohol) malt that I try to keep myself stocked with. 

That purchase was to cost me $76.47. 

By the time we were back home, my wife had gone on her fairly long drive to work. 

We continued with the video; and then when it was done, I tuned in one of Dr. Joseph Mercola's hosted interviews: How to Conquer Fatigue and Low Energy- Interview with Ari Whitten. It was an hour and 37 minutes in duration, and had been uploaded to BitChute on May 4.

In this interview, Ari Whitten, a return guest, discusses his latest book, “Eat for Energy: How to Beat Fatigue, Supercharge Your Mitochondria, and Unlock All-Day Energy.”

To address fatigue and low energy, you need to improve your mitochondrial energy production.

Mitochondria have a mutually exclusive dual function. They produce energy, but they’re also environmental sensors that detect threats inside the body. When a threat is detected, the mitochondria downshift energy production to focus on self-defense.

Common threats that can result in reduced mitochondrial energy production include oxidative stress, poor nutrition, environmental toxins, psychological stress and sleep deprivation.

Mitochondrial capacity declines by about 10% with each decade of life, but it’s not a natural function of aging. Rather, the loss of mitochondria is due to a lack of hormetic stress. Mitochondria have to be challenged and stimulated in order to stay big and strong.

Light deficiency is an extremely common cause for fatigue. Sun exposure is required for melatonin production in your mitochondria, which protects them from damage. Red and infrared light also stimulate tissue-specific growth factors, directly stimulate ATP production at the mitochondria level, and act as signals to encourage mitochondria to grow bigger and stronger.

The interview improved as it went along, for a large amount of territory got covered, including time-restricted eating, sunlight melatonin production, methylene blue, iron accumulation ─ all topics of interest to me. 

My brother did not benefit from the video very much, however ─ he was too keen on clearing the path to free himself up so that he could drive off early into the noon hour to start his daily 'socializing'. In leaving, there were still 40 minutes or so of the video to play, so I just let it run for my own benefit. If he cannot be bothered to amend his lifestyle and habits with his 70th birthday coming up in July, there is little I can do.

I can provide videos like Dr. Mercola's for him to watch; but if hooking up with drinking buddies is his priority this late into his life, then nothing will voluntarily change.

I had a reasonably light meal during the noon hour as I watched Dr. Mercola's interview of Ari Whitten, and then I sought a nap. I seemed to fare rather poorly at it, though. And when I rose, I opted to try and sit out in the backyard for 40 minutes, even though there was more cloud out there than sunshine. In fact, shortly after my brother and I were back from our outing in the latter morning, we noticed that it had begun raining.

I was out in the backyard to experience the daylight at 2:52 p.m., and nearly came back into the house within maybe 10 minutes because of a wretchedly chilly breeze that made being under cloud cover excessively unpleasant. 

Fortunately, some sunlight broke through sufficient to keep me where I was, and I endured for a total time of a little better than 40 minutes ─ even though most of that time had the Sun blotted out by thick clouds.

Oh, well ─ reportedly we may be having our hottest days thus far this year with the coming week. If so, I ought to be able to do some actual sunning.

I am going to close today's post earlier than usual, for I have a few things I wish to tend to.

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Goodbye Marcella

Anna Friel

Wouldn't you know it! Shortly after 3 p.m. this overcast day, immediately following a nap, I ventured outside to see if perhaps I could at least sit outside comfortably to benefit from the daylight for at least 40 minutes.

It immediately began spitting rain. 

But at least I got in my early a.m. five-mile walk in perfect mild dryness under a solidly overcast sky.

Last evening my younger brother had arrived home just ahead of the (secret) 9:30 p.m. deadline that I had set for him, so I felt obliged to operate our Android TV Box to watch an episode of at least one of the T.V. series that we follow in common.

So I tuned in an episode of Marcella, not realizing that we had finally come to the series finale. Our suspicions quickly arose, for the episode was going in a direction that seemed so climactic that it could not be imagined how the storyline could possibly progress thereafter.

When I confirmed after the episode was done that it ─ the eighth in season or series three ─ was indeed the concluding episode and there were to be no more, I felt a wee bit of a loss. I have liked the series from the start, and enjoy watching little cutie Anna Friel. 

The ending was dissatisfying in that Marcella was apparently disappearing with the surviving baby from the Maguire crime family home massacre that you can read about at that Wikipedia article, and seemed intent on keeping and raising it. She also seemed to have allocated to herself some unknown amount of the wealth of the Maguire's by extracting an eyeball from one of the dead Maguire siblings in order to be able to sign in to his laptop and access the necessary account details.

In the final scene before she boards a jet while 'all dolled up' an unknown amount of time following the massacre, the baby she bears seems considerably older than the swaddled infant she had left the Maguire estate with.  

And what was the significance of the ringing mobile phone that she had been speaking into briefly and then left on a table in a rather posh hotel bar or dining area when she headed off to catch her private jet?

Also, was she content to never again see her two kids who were taken away by their father to live in Singapore near the end of the previous series season?

All this was left unanswered. 

Anyway, with the episode finished, I opted to watch an episode of something shorter, a sitcom: Workin' Moms. And that brought me to my bedtime.

I do not recall exactly when bedtime was, but I hope that it was no later than 11 p.m., for my cellphone alarm was set for 2:30 a.m. and that walk. My wife had not yet arrived home following her long day of work at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time.

Well, my alarm did rouse me from a light sleep. I was definitely groggy, but resolute enough for the walk. My eldest stepson was still up, but I believe that I slipped away unnoticed and was off walking no later than 2:45 a.m.

The approximate centre point of the five-mile rectangle that I was to walk should be displayed on this Google Map ─ the 9000 block of King George Boulevard. My main boundaries were 132nd and 140th Streets on one side, and 84th and 96th Avenues on the other. Nevertheless, I did twice venture to the nearest roads outside of those bounds, so my walk would have been just over five miles, which is the intent.

I was back home no later than 4:36 a.m., but did not return to bed until something like 5:23 a.m.

After some sleep, I was not to check the time again until something like 9:12 a.m., so I hurriedly rose. To my surprise, I was to find that my wife was already up and downstairs in the kitchen cooking a couple of dishes for the household, even though she was going to have to put in another full day at the restaurant ─ it opens at 11 a.m., and is quite a drive from here.

I went downstairs and joined my brother who was watching T.V. in the living room; and when he invited me to put our Android TV Box into play, I led us off with Odessa Orlewicz's hour and eight-minute video from yesterday: 16 Times The B!ble Warns That Big Pharmakeia Will Deceive Humans into Destruction.

Odessa was interviewing a chap named Jon Rossiter. I believe that he has a website, but I didn't take note of it. However, his BitChute channel is Truthwillsetyoufree777. What I see there has me interested in giving one of his videos a shot to see if it's the sort of thing that my brother and I will enjoy.

My wife left for work while this video was playing.

The next video I tuned in was a 2018 documentary titled Biosludged that you can find sources for at BitChute here. If that link fails, just do your own search there. It runs for an hour and nine minutes and was a rather exhaustive treatment of the criminal atrocity that is being perpetrated upon the people of any nation where sewage biosludge is taken and 'turned' into supposedly organic fertilizer and thereby causing inestimable pollution and harm to the environment, our food, and to us.

The documentary featured the U.S., but this is also going on in Canada.

The final video my brother and I were to watch was a Liberty Coalition Canada May 14 upload to Rumble that was 50 minutes in length, and featured Pastor Michael Thiessen interviewing a Manitoba trucker: Rick Wall: The Unlikely Face of Freedom. 

This week on Open Mike, Michael talks to Manitoban trucker Rick Wall who unexpectedly found himself at the heart of the Trucker Convoy that took the world by storm.

I still marvel at the Ottawa Freedom Convoy 2022. Rick Wall never went to Ottawa, but he merits respect in his own provincial right.

This video probably took my brother and I to approximately 12:40 p.m., so he broke off to go to his bedroom for some rest. He was gone when I rose from my nap a little while later, but I see that he left afoot and must have gone to catch a bus. He occasionally rendezvouses at a pub with one or two of his drinking buddies and will bus when he knows that he will likely be doing more beer-drinking than is worth the risk of driving home from afterwards.

Even though he will not be home again until quite late this evening, I have nothing planned for tomorrow morning, so I will likely sit up in order to watch an episode of at least one of the series that we follow in common through our Android TV Box. This will depend on just how severely drunk he is, and also on how late his homecoming is. There is no sense of still sitting up if he is not here by 11 p.m.

It is already nearly 8 p.m., so I am going to close this post right now.

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Unplanned

Something was amiss with me today, and may have had some foundation that developed yesterday. At any rate, this latter afternoon I had a divesting of my lower alimentary canal that transitioned into a virtual semi-liquid outpouring.

I had no sooner finished and vacated the bathroom when the need immediately returned for an encore performance. This then found me feeling drained and rather unwell, so I had to lie down for some while in recovery.

But at least a little earlier I acquired a little over 40 minutes seated outside in the backyard while facing into the direction of the Sun that was obscured by cloud for perhaps two-thirds of my exposure. I initially tried to be shirtless, but conditions were a little too cool.

I also kept my runners on because this past week I have discovered that a type of tiny amber-colured ant has displayed an inclination to do more than explore a bared foot. If will do so initially, and then begin to bite painfully into the skin atop the foot where it is quite sensitive.

I discovered this with quite a shock while seated out on the grass with bared feet. There was no swarm or anything like that. I experienced what was nearly like a piercing sting, and raised my foot to smartly flick the culprit away with a finger. Then a little later ─ several minutes ─ another started a similar action on my other foot, just above the space between two of my toes.

I gave that one a similar harsh flicking, not caring if I injured the wee beast.

This afternoon I was seated in a lawn- or deck-chair on top of a cement pad that might normally be too hot under a brilliant Sun for any ants to be venturing onto, but with the cloudy conditions the cement never gets to be uncomfortable for them. So I am finding that it is best to remain shod, unless I am able to elevate my feet. 

I do not wish to make a long post, for my evening is advancing. I have an early a.m. five-mile walk planned for overnight, so I want to be able to retire to my bedroom immediately if my younger brother fails to arrive home from his 'socializing' by the 9:30 p.m. deadline that I secretly have in place for him on those evenings prior to mornings when I have such activity scheduled.

I was able to sit up last evening and tune in an episode each of two of the T.V. series that we follow in common ─ employing our Android TV Box, I first tuned in Last Tango in Halifax, and then Endeavour. 

Where Last Tango in Halifax is concerned, we have newly returned to it, having watched the first three seasons a couple or even more years ago.

My wife had worked a full day yesterday at the Thai restaurant where she has part-time employment, so she arrived home well into the latter half of that evening. She also had to work today (the restaurant opens at 11 a.m.), so she rose around 10 a.m. to begin showering and otherwise readying herself, and then she left on the fairly long drive.

I accessed the T.V. earlier this morning just after 9 a.m., for my younger brother was tardier than usual in getting himself up for the day. Thus, I was immediately able to put our Android TV Box into play and lined up the hour and 49-minute 2019 feature Unplanned ─ BitChute has a few sources for it such as here and here.

I won't dig deep into the film, but it was based upon the account of Abby Johnson, who apparently began working in a Planned Parenthood clinic as a volunteer, and eventually became a director of the clinic. She worked there for about eight years, until one day she actually stepped in to help out with one young woman's abortion, and became aghast at what she witnessed.

She had herself undergone two abortions earlier in her life, and truly believed that fetuses up to about two months of age were not yet living children.

The acting was quite well done, but I could have done without the pop Christian music throughout that was supposed to serve as 'mood music'. I am no fan of the stuff.

My brother and I only had time to watch one further video ─ an hour and 19-minute interview hosted by Laura-Lynn Tyler Thompson that I tuned in at Rumble, and which had been uploaded there on May 11: Live With Dr. Peter Breggin.

Dr. Peter Breggin is an American psychiatrist and has been a critic of psychiatric medication, shock treatment and the response to Covid-19. He joins me today on his birthday to discuss his book, and very important issues happening in the US. Visit his website here: https://breggin.com/

If I remember right, Dr. Breggin had turned 86. I know that he and his wife are profound researchers, but I didn't think that he was particularly in full form in this interview. Nevertheless, I am 72 ─ let's see how I feel about things if I ever make it to 86.

It is already after 8 p.m., so I must stop blogging for today.

Trouble Every Day

Although my younger brother did arrive home last evening just ahead of the (secret) 9:30 p.m. deadline that I have in place for him ─ and he appeared tolerably sober as well ─ it was to almost disgust me that he just could not retain consciousness throughout the episode of Killing Eve that I tuned in via our Android TV Box.  

The series is one of his favourites among the current crop of series that we watch, and this specific episode of season four titled "Don't Get Eaten" featured a horrific murder scene that once again turned me aghast at the evilness of Jodie Comer's Villanelle after she had managed to start getting me to feel sympathetic to that character.

Jodie is so adept at doing this ─ luring me in and making me like her Villanelle; and then performing an especially repugnant murder that makes me feel only loathing for the character.

But my besotted brother never saw the scene.

There was a time when I used to cancel out of a show when he would pass out, concerned that he needed to maintain continuity. I would then have to rewatch the episode all over from the beginning. And there have been times when I needed to do this as many as three times because the sot could just not retain hold of consciousness.

No more. 

And even though I had considered watching an episode of one further series, this display of his mental inadequacy deterred me from following through. 

Since I had an early a.m. walk planned, when Killing Eve was done I bade him a goodnight and left him with whatever he might find for entertainment on the T.V.'s basic cable programming.

Earlier that evening I watched the remainder of a movie that his intolerant petulance at being unable to understand it, had caused me to cancel out of it this past Sunday evening ─ the movie was 2001's Trouble Every Day. I located a great source for it through the BeeTV app that I have downloaded into our Android TV Box.

He had been bored with the film as well, but I was to find that it was to be far from boring. Nevertheless, it is certain that his befuddled and limited senses would never have fathomed the events depicted. He just does not have the depth when he drinks ─ too much of his brain is gone from heavy drinking over the course of his adult life.

There was much about the movie that made no sense. There was hardly any dialogue; there was no character development; and hardly anything about the plot was explained.

I have researched the movie, and there is no explanation for how oddly beautiful actress Béatrice Dalle's bloodthirsty character was able to gruesomely murder men by essentially cannibalizing them.

The extended murder scene in her home where a young man had broken in and then sought sex with the seductress particularly made this inexplicable. She was not a vampire ─ that is, she was not some undead woman with fangs and supernatural strength. Yet this young man ─ after initially revelling in her advances as she lay atop him ─ then just senselessly allowed her to start slowly devouring parts of his face while he piteously wailed and shreaked.

Why was he helpless to fight back? She was not a large woman. She was to in fact die when another character ─ Dr. Shane Brown ─ choked her to death when she seemed to want to eat his face as well. She proved helpless against his strength, being able to do nothing but gargle and choke as he sprawled atop her and took her life.

This senselessness of how other men just let her use her normal human teeth to slowly eat much of their faces, and probably tear at other parts of their bodies, defied logic. Even if she started to eat a man's lip during what had been passionate kissing, he mightn't initially be willing to tear her face away because his lip would go too; but once she had bitten it off, he would have been free to throw her off and wreak all of the violent vengeance upon her that her act would have inspired.

But to just lie there while she slowly enjoyed herself, biting off more and more of one's face and even tearing out one's tongue with those same teeth was incomprehensible ─ the normal reaction would be to rebel with a mad fury at the start of this atrocious insanity of hers.

Whatever her affliction was, it seemed to unleash a similar affliction being suffered by Dr. Shane Brown. The scene where he was to begin lovemaking with a willing hotel maid in some storage basement area, and then to start using his teeth to slowly bite her to death ─ beginning, apparently, with her vagina when he was supposed to be performing cunnilingus ─ was absolutely repellent. 

The maid was young and, I would adjudge, hard-working and innocent ─ and Dr. Shane Brown was a far larger man. She did try to fight him, unlike the male victims of the bloodlusting woman he had earlier choked to death. The maid's struggles were useless, though ─ she was a fairly slight woman unable to physically compete with the far larger Dr. Shane Brown.

I detest movies where the homicidal killer apparently gets away with his crime unscathed, and somehow that was to be the case with Dr. Shane Brown. This all took place in Paris, and at the movie's conclusion he and his wife are in a plane flying back to the States where they had come from. 

I wanted him dead for what he did, and might continue to do thereafter.

It was a sick movie that I would recommend to no one who did not have a perverse need to witness such disgusting acts as were portayed in this inexplicable and pointless movie. 

Anyway, I was to have my early a.m. walk. I must have gotten to bed reasonably soon after 10:30 p.m. and had my cellphone alarm set for 2:30 a.m. When it finally sounded, it definitely roused me; and I determinedly rose, but I felt sorely lacking in sleep. I had earlier found myself so awake at one point that out of curiosity I had checked the time around 1:08 a.m., concerned that I might have not set my alarm properly and it might have then been well past 2:30 a.m.

Obviously it took some time to be able to return to sleep after seeing that it was only 1:08 a.m. and much too early to be rising.

Even so, at 2:30 a.m. despite feeling dopey and wanting more sleep, by 2:45 a.m. I was on my way for a five-mile walk, taking a route different from any I had taken thus far these past few weeks on these late-night walks.

The rectangular boundaries of my Surrey walk had 132nd Street and Scott Road (120th Street) on one side, and 88th and 96th Avenues on the other ─ this Google Map shows the intersection of what would be the approximate centre of that rectangle.   

As is usual for me on my walks, I did not strictly follow the bounds of that rectangle, but I did walk for at least some distance each of the roads that comprised those four bounds.

Oddly, even though my previous walks have supposedly also been at least five miles, this one finished considerably earlier than most of them. I was back home and upstairs here to my computer by 4:30 a.m., so it was as much as 15 minutes shorter in duration than my walk this past Thursday a.m., for example. 

I do not much like walking these nights when the weather is so mild ─ there are too many street people abroad. Last night at times the temperature even seemed warm. Soon, the nights will be truly warm and aprowl with all manner of the homelesss, drug addicts, hookers, and general hooligans.

As much as I detest being abroad during the busy daytime, I am considering doing so once the school season is done in the early half of next month. There is nothing more stressful than being out on a walk on school days when the schools disgorge a flood of their students of all ages everywhere ─ I want nothing to do with anything like that. Schools will have to be entirely done for the school year before I will be out there during the work week. 

Anyway, I won't be repeating last night's route ─ I was too uncomfortable with it, and found an annoying amount of traffic on the side streets during the first half of my walk.

It was 5:15 a.m. by the time I returned to bed, and my eldest stepson had risen soon after I was home and left for work by maybe 5 a.m. He was likely not privy to me being up, for I had shut myself into my bedroom.

My actual morning commenced around 8:30 a.m.; and my brother emerged from his bedroom soon enough after that. I was here at my computer, which I keep in my bedroom, and remained here until 9 a.m. before going downstairs to have my day's first instant coffee.

When I joined my brother for some T.V. and he invited me to put our Android TV Box into action, I tuned in a GeoEngineering Watch documentary on YouTube, and which was nearly two hours in duration: The Dimming, Full Length Climate Engineering Documentary. 

GeoeongineeringWatch.org is pleased to announce the release of our groundbreaking documentary that conclusively exposes the existence of global weather intervention operations.

Global weather engineering operations are a reality. Atmospheric particle testing conducted by GeoengineeringWatch.org has now proven that the lingering, spreading jet aircraft trails, so commonly visible in our skies, are not just condensation as we have officially been told. Who is responsible for carrying out these programs? What will the consequences be if geoengineering / solar radiation management operations are allowed? THE DIMMING documentary will provide answers to these questions and many more. This is the most complete GeoengineeringWatch.org documentary regarding climate engineering operations.

The same video is also available on Bitchute ─ one source is here. 

Incidentally, even though the day has been overcast (geoengineering?), I had hoped to have some time to spend sitting out in the backyard this afternoon while I was home alone once my brother left for the afternoon for his daily 'socializing'. Unfortunately, I became embroiled in some research; and then my poor eyes were so worn out that I had to seek a restorative nap or this post would not have gotten done.

And now it is after 8 p.m., and I feel like I have done so damned little with my afternoon.

Honestly, I am considering quitting blogging. It cannot usurp more healthy expenditures of my time such as exercise or walking, nor even spending time experiencing the daylight in my own backyard ─ especially when I have the afternoon to myself.

Both of my stepsons were away to work; and my wife also had to work a full day, leaving here this morning on her fairly long drive to the Thai restaurant that employs her and which opens at 11 a.m.

Whatever direction I go, I have said enough for today. I will close with two fairly short videos that my wife made to Facebook today, entirely in Thai ─ apparently one of two shipments that she was expecting of health-related products from Thailand's The iCon Group arrived today: