There is no hope. I suffered another fail, sitting up overnight until well past 4 a.m. ─ maybe even past 4:30 a.m. At the time, I was too downcast to care to ascertain.
The evening had been exceptional in that my younger brother arrived home around 8 p.m. from his 'socializing' and thus I was able to use our Android TV Box to provide us an episode each of three of the T.V. series that we follow in common, as well as a movie.
All were of course watched on T.V.
So first off came an episode of Riverdale; and then of DC's Legends of Tomorrow.
Next up was the movie ─ 2017's Mohawk.
It started off amateurish or unsophisticated, and the plot certainly had huge holes. It made no sense how people would suddenly appear from out of nowhere, and this was especially bothersome when it was 1815 American soldiers doing so to Mohawks in their own wilderness. I can think of two occasions when the villainous handful of Americans were able to do this, suggesting that wilderness-raised Mohawks were unable to be alert to the movement of the sneaky Americans.
I do not want to give away too many details, but eventually the movie boiled down to there just being two characters remaining ─ a Mohawk woman and one of the American soldiers.
This particular Mohawk woman and two of her companions had been almost panic-fleeing from the Americans, never able to lose them. Yet in the end, the woman (played by actress Kaniehtiio Horn, whom I had no idea I had seen act before) ─ despite having been shot in the chest ─ was suddenly able to essentially dance ghost-like all around the hapless American, and inexplicably was credited with actually leading him to where she wanted.
What was preposterous about this is that he was no longer trying to track her, but was intent on returning to wherever it was that he had come from. How could she possibly have been leading him or directing his path, then?
It made no sense.
And even though when she was healthy, she was no match for the male Americans physically, suddenly she had this profound combat capability and even seemed able to physically throw the last surviving American in hand-to-hand battle.
We were also expected to believe that she was moving dead American bodies ─ and at one point, even had time to dig a deep enough hole into the forest floor nearby where she had arranged the corpse (or was it just his head on a stick?) of an American, and in camouflaging the hole tricked one large American into stepping into it with one of his legs and seeming to dislocate his knee, if not actually break it (I did not understand just what exactly went on there).
The hole had to have been a yard of meter deep! Ever try to dig a hole by hand in a forest?
I'm not going to keep poking holes, for otherwise the movie definitely kept my brother and I watching because of the intensity of what was falling out. It well served its purpose, and I would recommend it for that reason.
Let me get back to actress Kaniehtiio Horn, a Canadian Mohawk. Initially I thought that she was a male adolescent because of her look that included what I expect was supposed to be heavy facial tattooing. But she didn't even seem attractive ─ which was odd, for usually the Indigenous heroine in 'Westerns' is exceptionally good-looking.
She looked downright homely, to be honest.
Yet the same actress plays Tanis in the T.V. series Letterkenny, and is undeniably quite sexy as such. In the movie, though, even close up she was not attractive ─ all tattooing aside.
One of Kaniehtiio's character's close companions early in the movie ─ or the actor, I mean ─ was familiar to me. His name ─ Justin Rain ─ was unfamiliar, but I have no doubt that I have seen him act before. He is also Indigenous Canadian. This recognition was strong despite the entirety of his lower face supposedly being tattooed black ─ he actually resembled having a black skin-tight band of some sort wrapped around the lower half of his head.
Anyway, despite my nit-picking and criticisms, I would very much like to see more of Kaniehtiio Horn.
The final show my brother and I were to watch was an episode of The Man in High Castle. We watched the fifth episode ("The New Normal") of the first season, for we are still quite early into the series. But entirely coincidentally, I see that Kaniehtiio Horn will eventually be appearing in a five-episode role. I will have to be vigilant and try to both notice and remember her.
When The Man in High Castle finished, it was possibly as late as 12:20 a.m., so my brother and I broke off for the night. He sensibly went to bed, but I certainly did not. As already said, it was very much past 4 a.m. before I did; and also past that point in time was my wife's arrival home following her long day of work yesterday at the Thai restaurant where she has part-time employment.
I expect that she got into some partying.
We did not see one another, for I was in my bedroom here at my computer (we have separate bedrooms), and my door was closed.
Despite getting to bed so wickedly late, by 8 a.m. I was awake enough again to choose to get up and use the bathroom and drink some water, and then to futilely just lay in my bed with sleep beyond my reach. It was soon after my return to bed that my brother rose for the morning.
I gave up trying to sleep ─ perhaps soon after 8:30 a.m. And at around 9 a.m. I went downstairs to boil water for an instant coffee. My brother was still reading the Saturday morning edition of the Vancouver Sun that I subscribe to, so I came back here to my computer with my drink.
I knew that he would be leaving to pick up his girlfriend Bev at 10 a.m. to drive her to work, so I was not desirous of setting us up with anything to watch until after he was back.
When that opportunity came, I used our Android TV Box to fetch the documentary "Truth Does Not Fear Investigation" in two parts at BitChute. There are quite a number of sources for both parts, and I now do not know which ones I accessed, so I will just link to one sample source for each of Part 1 (41:54) and Part 2 (20:33).
The documentary seeks to get people to understand the very real possibility that Earth as we understand it to be is not a spherical planet, but instead is a flat expanse of unknown dimensions, and the firmament above is fixed and rotates around the 'Flat Earth'.
The Sun is not a massive fiery ball 93,000,000 miles away, and it is likely approximately no larger than the moon that we see at night ─ which radiates its own light, and is not reflecting sunlight.
I am 72 years old and have never countenanced a "flat Earth" as being possible. However, I am now beginning to wonder about it.
You will have to watch the documentary and others like it to gain some understanding of why this whole concept may have basis, and why we would be getting lied to.
Intriguing!
But moving on, my wife rose in the latter morning while my brother and I were watching our shows, and then she sequestered herself in her bedroom.
The day seemed warm and muggy, and there were lots of lengthy sunny breaks, with an abundance of drifting clouds. After my brother sought his bedroom to rest up before leaving for the afternoon to once again 'socialize', I opted to sit outside in the backyard.
I first did a little exercising in the toolshed, and then I seated myself onto a chair, slouched low and faced into the Sun, and then spent about 45 minutes so exposed. I had removed my shirt, but I had on sweat pants. If I had been home alone, I would have donned shorts.
This entire sunning episode began at 12:56 p.m., if I recall correctly.
By the time I had finished and donned my shirt, my wife presented herself to announce that she was going to soon be leaving for the remainder of the weekend (which is typical). My brother had already left to go 'socializing'.
I made her privy to the annual property tax billing that arrived a day or two ago, and now she and both of her sons are aware of what we are facing ─ between June 14 and either July 2 or 3, we are going to have to come up with nearly $7,000 for the annual home insurance and the property taxes, and our usual monthly mortgage.
Of late there has only been bad news arriving to us in the financial realm, and this is quite largely what led to me sitting up as I did overnight. I felt oppressed and depressed. I never seem to be visited with encouragement ─ only causations of despair.
Even my wife has now come to accept that her DHL shipment from Thailand is lost, and that employees of CBSA, or CFIA, or maybe even Health Canada have essentially stolen her shipment of Boom Coffee, Boom Cocoa Plus, and whatever else it was of The iCon Group's health-related products that she had ordered.
According to DHL, CBSA first initiated a "Clearance Event" back on April 14, and there were four more ... and then all trace of the shipment seems to have been lost. Supposedly CFIA and / or Health Canada had become involved and may have taken the shipment from CBSA, but we have not been able to get substantiation about any of this.
My wife had hoped to possibly make some money by selling these products, for The iCon Group's products are well known in Thailand and to Thai expatriates living here in Canada. She may have spent $1,500 on that shipment, and now the entire huge box has reportedly just disappeared and there is no liability for what has been done because we cannot prove just which government agency or department last had possession of it.
This is criminal ─ there is no other valid judgment. Meddling, careless government bureaucracy giving a severe beating without penalty to the 'little man' (or woman).
I only have two other things I wish to mention, one of which is that yesterday on an empty stomach and while entirely naked, I weighed in at possibly as low as 191 pounds ─ I was certain that my reading was going to display more.
Also, yesterday I bit the ol' bullet and met the deadline for joining the Conservative Party ($15 for one year) just so that I can place a vote in the Party leadership race taking place in (I believe) September.
I have no intention to ever vote for the Party in a federal election. Rather, I joined because I want the Party leader to be Roman Baber. An excellent second choice would be Leslyn Lewis, but I can only vote for one of them, and Roman has been standing up the longest against the COVID-associated tyranny that the federal government has been practicing with such inflexible gusto ever since that fake pandemic was first announced.
The Conservatives are the sole meaningful opposition party at the federal level, so it is essential that a resolute leader like Roman or Leslyn be at its head, and not some weakling like that pathetic Erin O'Toole who had the reigns previously, and who rubber-stamped everything the accursed ruling Liberals wanted to enact against the people of Canada.
Finally, I will not be sitting up late tonight ─ I hope to get away and do some very early grocery shopping in the morning. I had hoped to watch a movie, but I have left myself no time ─ I still need to have a bath, and my evening is already underway.
By the way, it has been lightly raining since I have been working on this post.
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