With my younger brother home a little before 9:30 p.m. last evening, I sat up to watch an episode of Riverdale before announcing to him my plans for an early a.m. walk here in north Surrey. However, my bedtime was delayed because ─ when I switched the T.V. over to its basic cable function (we had watched Riverdale via our Android TV Box) ─ the Bell cable connection for the T.V. was malfunctioning as a result of a power outage the previous night.
My youngest stepson ─ who pays for the Internet and cable subscription ─ was then enlisted to make restoration, a process that did not go too smoothly.
And so I may have been to bed nearer 11 p.m. than 10:30 p.m., with my cellphone alarm set for 2:30 a.m. to get me up for my slightly better than five-mile walk.
Sleep was not an intimate visitor; and when my alarm sounded, I was once more mainly conscious (I tend to sleep in short bouts). Nevertheless, I was essentially primed for the outing.
By the time I was dressed and on my way, it was 2:43 a.m. The sky seemed fairly overcast, but all was dry.
I would say that the centrepoint of the route I took was 100th Avenue & 140th Street (Google Map), for the perimeter of the five-mile rectangle that defined my route were 96th and 104th Avenues on two sides, and 132nd and 148th Streets on the other two sides.
Initially I had considered just meandering about through Whalley, but I had no hankering for the populations of street people, hookers, and such that would be extant throughout much of that route.
I want to mention that I seem to be improving considerably with the pull-ups I seek to do on some gymnastics-style rings that are part of the outdoor playground equipment of a certain elementary school that I regularly stop at early into my walks.
Not two months back, hauling up my poundage ─ which is at least deep into the mid-190s, if not actually more like 200 pounds when I am as fully clothed as I am on these walks ─ was daunting. I used to be fortunate to be able to manage even one full pull-up in the four sets of attempts I would make, taking a 30-count between sets.
But this time I managed three complete pull-ups in the first set; then two pull-ups each in the next pair of sets; and I settled on one pull-up in the fourth final set.
Not too shabby for a 72-year-old who is not quite five feet and 11 inches (177.8 centimetres) in height who is dealing with that amount of weight.
Late into my walk when I was something under a mile from home, I met up with some scavenger who was apparently going to relay two containers ─ one seemed to be one of those heavy-duty plastic baskets that cartons of milk get shipped around in, and the other some sort of larger box-like receptacle ─ to wherever he was going.
Each container was filled with larder he had scavenged, and his process was to tote one container for some distance within sight of the other; and then return for the other and bring it ahead to where he had brought the first container.
He asked me if I had noticed a shopping cart anywhere during my travels, but I had not.
When I commiserated with him on his plight, he took heart and apparently deemed me to be a 'friendly', so he confided to me that if I was interested (and he then described the nearby location), there were a couple of dumpsters outside of a construction site that were full of "good stuff".
At this point I was only interested in getting myself home ─ I had walked enough. But had I felt more able, I otherwise might have offered to help him tote his larder to where 'home' was, if it was not too unreasonably distant.
By the time that I did get back to home, I believe that it was possibly as early as 4:37 a.m. when I was standing outside the locked front door. It was either that, or 4:47 a.m. ─ recollection is now uncertain.
By the way, my wife had gone out last evening very soon after I published that day's post, and she was not yet back when I went to bed last evening. However, her car was in the driveway when I set off on my walk.
She had to work a full day today at the Thai restaurant where she has part-time employment (the restaurant opens at 11 a.m.), so she had to get up around 9:45 - 9:50 a.m. to start readying herself for her long day and the substantial drive to get to the restaurant.
As for my return to bed this morning, I believe that it was barely ahead of 5:30 a.m. And I remained abed, sleeping most fitfully, until maybe 8:15 - 8:20 a.m. My brother was already watching T.V. downstairs.
I soon enough joined him, and towards 9 a.m. had our Android TV Box in action once more.
Initially I led us off with a 53-minute (53:58) July 2 upload to Brand New Tube: Margaret Anna Alice | SCA / CIC Session 111: Reconstellation - July 1, 2022.
Guest:
Margaret Anna Alice - Writer/Blogger
Substack: Margaret Anna Alice Through the Looking Glass. “Examining media narratives,
propaganda, mass control, politics, psychology, history, philosophy & health with a focus on
COVID to unmask totalitarianism.”
Author of Books and Articles (selection):
- The Vapor, the Hot Hat, & the Witches’ Potion (2021): is a COVID/New Normal/Great Reset fairytale [Book]
- A Mostly Peaceful Depopulation (2022) [P1 of an article series]
About:
- Introduction: Synopsis of the past 2 years formulated as why questions, the answers to which can only be 1) profit; 2) power; and 3) democide
- The definition and nature of a philanthropath (like Bill Gates): a socio/psychopath masquerading as a philanthropist.
- The reality of the unfolding democide and progression to one-world dictatorship:
Evidence documenting the depopulation agenda dating back to the Club of Rome 1971 Predicament of Mankind Project and 1974 Kissinger Report and up through the present-day “prophecies” of Yuval Noah Harari.The Corona Committee was founded on the initiative of attorney and economist Viviane Fischer and attorney Dr. Reiner Fuellmich. It is conducting a review of evidence on the Corona crisis and measures.
Those latter two worthies ─ along with Dr. Wolfgang Wodarg ─ were the interviewers.
Margaret Anna Alice is most certainly an excellent authour, but she has deficiencies as a speaker. After about 10 minutes, my brother complained that she was saying nothing revealing, so he counselled that I jump ahead. I did so in stages, and probably bypassed as much as 15 minutes of the video.
The final 15 - 20 minutes of the video were its best.
I next tuned in another related video of a little over an hour (1:09:28) in duration that had been uploaded to Brand New Tube yesterday: Dr. Reiner Fuellmich | Update on Actual Trials for Crimes Against Humanity.
This time Australia's Maria Zeee was the host, interviewing Viviane Fischer and Dr. Reiner Fuellmich.
The third and final video that we were to watch was uploaded to BitChute yesterday by Jordan Peterson: Trudeau vs. Canada.
Rex Murphy is a Canadian commentator and author, primarily on Canadian political and social matters. He was the regular host of CBC Radio One's Cross Country Checkup, a nation wide call-in show, for 21 years, before stepping down in September of 2015. He currently writes for The National Post, where his articles are published weekly.
In this episode, Rex Murphy and I discuss the strange times in current Canadian politics, the perpetual scandals of Justin Trudeau, media censorship and the appalling Bill C-11, fascism on the Left, Zoom parliament, and much more.
The interview was nearly as long (1:07:23) as the previous video, but it was apparently only the first part of the full interview. It seems that the second part is only available to Jordan Peterson's subscribers. That was disappointing to my brother ─ he enjoys Rex Murphy a lot.
Oddly, Rex does not seem to produce his own podcasts. He does have a YouTube channel, but has posted nothing there in a year.
I like him enough myself that I would tune in regularly.
Anyway, that video brought us just into the noon hour, and my brother was then set for some bed rest because he wanted to head away quite early in the afternoon. Since I have no plans for the early a.m. tomorrow, I will remain up this evening to watch some T.V. with him after he eventually returns home ─ I just hope that he is not as plastered as he was Sunday evening.
I had not yet sought my own needed nap once my brother was getting ready to leave, for I had taken a rather large first meal of the day. Since the weather had been a mix of lots of cloud along with sunshine, I did not mind enjoying some further sleep.
Thereafter I directly went out into the backyard and ─ from 3:10 - 4:01 p.m. ─ I sat facing into the Sun, which was often subdued by haze or very thin cloud. I was fully dressed, but barefooted and in a tee-shirt and sweatpants.
My wife does not have to work tomorrow, so I am unlikely to be doing any full sunning that afternoon either, even if the weather is suitable for it. She does have one outing planned, however. A cellphone message was left this morning from CBSA letting her know that she can finally go and collect most of the Thailand shipment of health-related goods that she had ordered back in early April, and which has been in CBSA's possession since April 14.
They are confiscating a collagen (Boom Collagen+) product.
We have Health Canada and CFIA to thank for that.
Bastards.
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