Early last evening I tuned in a movie for myself ─ 1997's The Blackout. It was another of those movies in which French actress Béatrice Dalle was featured ─ I have been trying to watch as many of them as I can find.
She was still quite young and alluring in the movie, and had a key role, so I rather enjoyed her performance. But lead actor Matthew Modine's character was disgusting; and at the revelation near the end of the movie, I was utterly repelled by him. As far as I was concerned, he deserved to die.
I have no problem with recidivism as such ─ I am as prey to my own primary addiction as anyone can be, so I understood when that character buckled after a year of sobriety. What I didn't like was that he was such a damned pig once he became drunk.
But the Dennis Hopper character! How could he act so self-righteous after revealing on film to Matthew Modine's character the unforgivable crime that the drunk/druggie had committed? Dennis Hopper's character merely filmed the latter while the latter was in an oblivious haze and strangled a 17-year-old waitress (played by actress Sarah Lessez). The Hopper character claimed that he did not realize that the beautiful young lass had actually died ─ he only realized it after later touching her and finding that her face was cold ─ or he claimed something to that effect.
How could he not recognize that he was witnessing an actual murder? The poor girl was crying out in terror and gagging as she was choked to death, but Hopper's character was blind to what he was filming until it was too late?
Did he even try to revive her?
He was as complicit in her death as was his 'actor' whom he had filmed committing the repulsive deed.
Nevertheless, I truly hope that Modine's character suicided by drowning, despite the very end of the movie where he is seen caressing some gorgeous nude. Usually, a scene like that implies that the character has been Divinely forgiven and has entered some sort of ridiculous Paradise.
The movie left me feeling a deep loss because of the hidden death of that poor waitress ─ whom I never realized at the time was only supposed to be 17 years old.
I do not recommend the movie to anyone. However, I located the source for it that I watched at RareFilmm.com.
By the way, I know of the name "Matthew Modine", but I am unfamiliar with the physical actor. He might as well have been wholly unknown to me.
With considerable eagerness after it was done, I was watching the time run out as my younger brother's ─ unknown to him ─ deadline of 9:30 p.m. approached. If he was not home by then, I intended to get to bed and not bother watching any T.V. with him, episodes of which I locate via the apps that I have downloaded into our Android TV Box which he doesn't understand the operation of.
Unfathomably, it was 9:29 p.m. when I saw his van appear on the street outside, and then begin to back into the driveway. Although he had no idea, he had somehow just managed to squeeze in under the deadline.
Sure, I could have just said to myself, "Sod it!" And then headed on upstairs to my bedroom. But if I am not honest with myself about this deadline, then whyever bother claiming I have one?
And so it was that I resigned myself to watching an episode of one show, while enjoying a can of the strong (8% alcohol) malt that I do my best to keep in supply.
The show's episode that we watched was Imposters.
But even after I announced my intention to get on upstairs to bed once the episode was over, I still managed to delay retiring until possibly after 11 p.m., despite setting my cellphone's alarm for 2:30 a.m. to get me up for the five-mile north Surrey walk I had planned.
Yet despite all of that, after getting to bed, I slept atrociously. I seemed to only manage to gain short bits of sleep. And when my alarm finally sounded, it actually startled me because I was so awake. Often, I have trouble hearing the darned thing.
I did not blaze any new walking terrain, sticking to the rectangle formed by 132nd and 148th Streets on two sides, and 96th and 100th Avenues on the other two sides ─ as I have shown before, the centre of that rectangle would be approximately the 9800 block of 140th Street as shown on this Google Map.
My youngest stepson was evidently still up when I rose, but I believe that I got away unnoticed. It was 2:46 a.m. once I was standing outside the driveway on the street and about to set off. And it was possibly 4:42 a.m. by the time I was back home and outside the locked front door.
I got into the house and upstairs to my bedroom just as my eldest stepson was rising for his 12-hour shift. When I was aware that he had gotten up, I shut myself into my bedroom to keep him unaware of me.
I am still managing to perform four sets of pull-ups (4 - 2 - 2 - 2 repetitions) on the gymnastics-style rings in an elementary school playground early into my walk, but they are not 'text book pretty'.
Also, my outer left ankle still plagues me, keeping me from treading troublesome terrain. It feels as if it was recently sprained, and just grows worse the longer I walk even though I am careful.
Perhaps I was back into bed by 5:30 a.m., but I still had a miserable time sleeping. At one point before I had managed any sleep, I exclaimed aloud in my frustration.
When at last I checked the time, it was something like 9:06 a.m., so I hustled up and dressed, and then went downstairs to join my brother for some morning T.V., for he soon enough turned it over to me.
I led us off with Christopher James' (A Warrior Calls) hour-long (1:00:46) Rumble upload of yesterday: The Only Conversation For Our World.
Christopher continues to laud his 'Common Law' over the mainstream judicial systems and so very much more, but as yet my brother and I do not fathom how to ever apply what he talks about. All Christopher does is continue to use the same terms and phrases, but we see nothing feasible that makes them able to trump the laws and legal systems as most people understand them. Spouting them off to a cop or judge is only going to be met with the same bewilderment that the obscure vocabulary bring to us.
I next tuned in what I thought was Laura-Lynn Tyler Thompson's latest video ─ a 56-minute (56:10) upload to Rumble on July 15 or 16: Calgary Firefighters Initiate a Class Action Lawsuit Against the City of Calgary.
Courageously fighting fires & saving lives one day... to standing against political bureaucrats, within their city, the next - a group of 20 Calgary firefighters have come together, pushing back with a class action lawsuit against the city of Calgary for their unjust COVID mandates.
Three of them are with me today (Stephen Dabbagh, Mike Andrusco & Chris Andrew) to share their story, and expose the corruption within the politics and bureaucrats at the top.
To support, visit their website: https://firefighters4truth.com/
This video was the most recent when I checked this morning, but now there are two others of more current vintage, and both of which are considerably longer.
Returning to Christopher James, his two most recent videos included exhortations by him to watch an early video of his from nearly two years ago that was supposed to make clear the fundamentals of the 'Common Law' that he keeps going on about.
And so I decided to give it a try where it is uploaded to Brighteon: A Warrior Calls Live Stream with Christopher August 6th 2020.
It was nearly 1½ hours long (1:24:49), but my brother and I still lack any education in how to embrace a life living with 'Common Law' as our armament. Sure, I recognize much of what he was declaring about our birth certificates being the process under which we are registered as persons subject to the Corporation that is Canada or British Columbia or whatever else.
Our parents unknowingly registered us as being entities subject to these corporations ... but that deed has been done! What the Hell can be done about it now?
Christopher keeps rambling on and on about this sort of thing, but he never explains how we can possibly extricate ourselves from being subject to these various "service corporations".
He even talks of us not being subject to paying taxes ─ especially income taxes.
Is he not paying any? And if not, and he has been recognized as exempt by the government, then why in blazes not explain how the rest of us can have that freedom?
Words, words, words ... but never full disclosure on how to actually make use of any of this.
His videos are interesting, so I will continue to tune them in and hope for the best. Maybe he's not a deluded crackpot ─ I desperately hope not, for I am close to giving up on this wretched game of life that I am stuck with.
Well, the sunny weather has returned. This afternoon I sunbathed from 1:54 - 3:06 p.m., if I am recalling this correctly. I of course had to wait until my younger brother had some bed rest and then departed for the afternoon and early evening to resume his daily 'socializing'. That cost me a needed nap.
I got to work on this post immediately after coming back into the house, but my eyes are very much in need of some closure, so I am going to have a brief nap, if possible. Otherwise, I am never going to be able to engage some exercising that that I would like to tackle.
►►► I most certainly did not feel up to it, but after a lie-down in which I likely did nap, I did have some exercise ─ a little more than 20 minutes' worth.
It sure sucks growing old.
Believe it or not, I am considering tuning in a Christmas movie ─ it has been some time since I have been emotionally challenged, and it would give me a chance to have some liquor for a change.
Before closing down, I ought to mention that my wife has not been home since she left for work last Friday morning. Such is our marriage. Nonetheless, the monthly mortgage is coming due as of this Friday, and even with what is likely a $400 contribution from her eldest son into our chequing account today, we are still almost $900 short on what is required.
My frivolous wife has ─ since the early part of this year ─ racked up what is minimally a $3,700 debt to that account. A debt that her sons are unaware of.
I have no further income coming in until my monthly pension arrives at some point during the final few days of the month, so I have nothing I can add to it. My wife is either going to have to find the means to make up for the shortfall; or else it will become necessary to enlighten her sons as to her folly, and their need to restitute in her behalf.
The truth will then be out, and her name will be purest mud ─ especially insofar as the youngest lad is concerned.
My wife ought to be showing up late this evening after what should have been a full workday for her at the Thai restaurant where she has part-time employment. Normally she has Wednesdays off work, so this looming financial dilemma will be presented to her then.
She just refuses to live within her means, even though it means essentially stealing from me. The only money that goes into our chequing account is my pension income, and contributions that her sons may make. She is never in a position to help out despite her employment. The best I can ever hope for is that she will somehow just replace some of what she keeps taking and owing back.
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