Massive Corruption

Last evening before my younger brother was yet home from his 'socializing', I managed to tune in and watch the 2003 French movie Time of the Wolf. 

I watched the movie on T.V., but I used our Android TV Box and one of the browser apps that I have downloaded into the device. However, at this moment I do not exactly know which website I accessed for the movie, but possibly it was FMovies (the movie is presently to be found here). 

Oddly, FMovies displays the movie as being 1:48:23 (108 minutes and 23 seconds) in length, whereas Wikipedia says that the movie is 113 minutes.

Is it possible that some of the movie I watched was trimmed? Maybe. I found that it kept jumping from one scene to the next with no lead-in or development towards the sudden change.

But did I like it?

I have to say no. The movie ended without any resolution whatsoever. The viewer was not to learn what befell any of the characters. Heck, we never even got to see justice come to the man who murdered the father of the lead family that the movie was focused upon.

I need to feel completion when I watch a movie. My life is full of enough loose ends that I have no desire to have more of them dumped upon me in some movie seeking to have me invest myself into it.

I do not speak French, so I relied upon the sub-titles. However, there were a few stretches of dialogue that lacked any subtitling explanation at all. That's annoying.

As for the lead family bereft of the husband / father, and which was comprised of a fairly young mother and her two children (the eldest of which was a daughter who seemed barely into her teens), there was practically no character development. I had expected that the mother was going to take the helm and be a strong, heroic figure, but that did not happen.

There was some work at making daughter Eva (played by a fairly attractive young actress named Anaïs Demoustier who would have been maybe 15 when the movie was filmed) of interest, but much more should have been done. Her younger brother was a total cipher ─ I cannot remember if he ever said a word.

The only reason I watched the movie was because French actress Béatrice Dalle was among the cast, but her role as an outspoken ─ i.e, bitchy ─ possibly lame woman married to a smaller and apparently older man did not interest me at all.

When I say that there were no resolutions at the finish of the movie, I mean that in the most utter sense. Not one question I had as a viewer got answered. I never even learned what befell young Eva's mysterious young friend, who had become such a loner that he was almost unable to function socially.  

The unsettling thing is that people today are allowing the same sort of apocalypse to strike the entire planet. My fear is that soon food rationing will become so pervasive that there is likely going to be worldwide anarchy and mass die-offs. The wolves among us will be merciless.

And all because we are allowing 'the Elite' to enact their master plan upon us because too few of us are willing to recognize what is happening.

The credit to the movie were still rolling when I saw my younger brother's van about to back into the driveway. It was already three or four minutes beyond 9:30 p.m., so he had failed to get home by that deadline that I had in place ─ I would not be sitting up with him in operation of our Android TV Box. He would have to find entertainment via the basic cable T.V. package that we have, and continue his drinking alone.

I turned off the Android TV Box and the T.V. when I saw his van, and hustled on upstairs to get myself sequestered into my bedroom. I then set my cellphone alarm for 2:30 a.m. in order to get me up for the five-mile Surrey walk I had planned, and then I was soon enough into my bed.

My wife (she and I have separate bedrooms) was not yet home from her workday at the Thai restaurant where she has part-time employment. I have no idea when she got home.

Sleep never arrives swiftly for me. Nevertheless, it did come in successions. And then at last I suddenly recognized that my cellphone alarm was sounding. My ears had stopped up, and the alarm was so very vague. 

To my displeasure, I quickly discovered that it was actually 2:44 a.m. ─ I had failed to hear the alarm sounding for almost an entire 15 minutes. Normally, I am already about to leave home by this point on those nights when I perform these walks.

My route's boundaries were to be 132nd and 148th Streets on two sides, and 96th and 100th Avenues on the other two sides ─ technically, the 9800 block of 140th Street (Google Map) should be the centre of that rectangle.

Early into the walk, I had stopped at an elementary school playground to see if I could match my performance of Sunday morning when I used the gymnastics-style rings to do four sets of pull-ups, managing repetitions of 4 - 2 - 2 - 2 at those sets (with a 30-count between sets).

If my weight of yesterday morning is holding true, then my naked bodyweight of 188 or 189 pounds ought to translate to nigh 195 pounds while fully clothed as I was this a.m.

I managed exactly the repetitions that I had achieved Sunday morning, and at a height of not quite five feet and 11 inches ... and the age of 72.

What is remarkable about those pull-ups is that they are the most that I have achieved since probably last Summer. Early this year I could not manage even one pull-up. 

Another remarkable thing about my outing were the unexpected numbers of probable street people out there. Why do they not seek to sleep during these relatively warm nights?

I want to mention that my wife's car was in the driveway when I set off on the walk, so she had come home at some point earlier.

Also, I had a curious interaction with a wild critter that occurred when I was trespassing the former Surrey Taxation Centre (Google Map) property ─ that property is a shortcut of sorts for folks wishing to get from 134th Street to King George Boulevard, or vice versa.

I had walked most of an angular paved way alongside the main building, and had just reached a point where the walkway made another sharp angle past a raised concrete planter that obstructed my view from the rest of the walkway.

I had just begun to hove abreast of that large planter when I was confronted by what I initially believed to be a medium-sized grey dog doing similarly from the other direction. Then I recognized that it was a raccoon, one of its forelegs held aloft in mid-step as it froze at the encounter with me.

We had both come to a standstill. 

Well, I am not unkind, so I began to speak to it in a tender tone of voice as the raccoon rather casually looked askance as if seeking to discern if there was a possible avenue of escape in that direction. Really, there was not, and we were maybe a dozen feet apart at most. If I was predatory, it was in a bad spot, and the raccoon recognized this.

I softly announced that it had nothing to fear from me, and that I was going to retreat and leave it in peace.

And so I did, without looking back. I knew that I could still travel as I wanted on the other side of the building, and that I was adding hardly any distance to my walk.

My good deed today.

Anyway, I think that by the time I was home at the finish of my walk, it was something like 4:57 a.m. Even so, I spent almost another half hour watering garden plants in the front yard before unlocking the door and coming into the house.

And it was probably around 6 a.m. when I returned to bed to attempt some further sleep.

That is something else I do not do well, and I was already awake again and making a check of the time shortly after 7 a.m. Notwithstanding, I may have managed a little further napping, and next checked the time around 8:45 a.m. before getting up.

I expected to find my brother already downstairs watching T.V., but he had not yet emerged from his bedroom. Possibly he got into some Scotch last evening while watching T.V. on his own.

And so it was that I got first access to the T.V., and lined us up with the morning's first video once he made his appearance shortly after 9 a.m.

Using our Android TV Box, I had Odessa Orlewicz's video of yesterday all set to play, a very enjoyable effort that was nearly 1½ hours long (1:25:39): I interview A Nueroscientist, 2 Doctors (MD's), A Pharma Expert, A Hero , And A Filmmaker. 

Health Whistleblowers Extravaganza Show.  This one is not to miss! 

Her guests were all associated with the upcoming documentary Uninformed Consent, and featured its producer Todd Harris, as well as medical experts Dr. Chris Shaw, Dr. Stephen Malthouse, and Dr. Charles Hoffee, as well as Ted Kuntz of Vaccine Choice Canada.

Definitely, this was a good show for Odessa!

We only had time for one further video, for my brother wanted some additional bed rest at noon. And so I tuned in Christoper James' (A Warrior Calls) video of yesterday, and which was a little over 1¼ hours (1:17:07) in duration: Massive Corruption Exposed. 

This, too, was quite interesting, and included guests Marcus Ray and Alex Van Herk.

Chris certainly sounds encouraging, but everything he proclaims is wholly contingent upon him having the thousands of people ─ including police and military ─ backing him up that he claims already are behind him.

I am not exactly credulous that anything of the sort is so. Nonetheless, I will continue watching his videos and keep hoping that the truth he speaks of will prove as strong as he seems to believe that it will be when the time comes to act.

Okay, my wife had to work another full day today, so she rose around 9:45 a.m. to begin readying for her day and the fairly long drive to get to the restaurant (which opens at 11 a.m.).

The day has been flawlessly sunny ─ not even a suggestion of a fading wisp of cloud. I sunbathed from (I believe) 1:27 - 2:57 p.m., and then came inside to begin work on this post.

I have nothing planned for early tomorrow, so I will sit up this evening awaiting my brother's homecoming so that we can watch some T.V. together. I started up my sunning right after he left for the afternoon and early evening, so I hope he does not return mentally incapacitated from drink.

We shall see, of course.