Massive Truth Rocking Our World

Last evening's television viewing (via our Android TV Box) with my younger brother was to include two series finales.

The first show we watched was the final episode of Killing Eve ─ "Hello, Losers" of season four. That episode's title was murderous Villanelle's greeting to the Twelve in their supposedly secret meeting as she then proceeded to slay them all violently.

I think most people kept hoping for Villanelle's true redemption, but it just was not in her. She had to die, or else she would just keep killing annoying people for the remainder of however long her life would have been.

The finish came for Villanelle, but we as viewers at least wanted to have seen who the damned assassin was. And what of Eve? Was she okay with all of this, despite her scream of anguish at Villanelle's death? Did she not want vengeance?

We have no idea. The series was over for good, and as is too often the case when this sort of thing occurs, everyone who loyally followed the series over its several years are left hanging.

As much as I detested what Villanelle was, actress Jodie Comer made me a fan ─ of Jodie, if not of Villanelle.

Next to watch was an episode of Inspector Morse.

And after that came the series finale of the British sitcom Hardware. I came to be very attracted to supporting actress Susan Earl. I wish that she had been able to get greater acting exposure ─ not only does Wikipedia not have a small biography of her, but iMDB doesn't even have her photo in its weak bio.

That short episode took my brother and I into the latter half of the midnight hour, so we both called it a night and headed for our bedrooms.

At some point overnight my wife apparently came home, but I do not remember hearing aught of her (we have separate bedrooms).

She rose earlier this morning than I expected in view of that late night ─ she was up shortly after 10 a.m., I would say. And to my surprise, around 10:40 a.m. she headed away. She must only have gone out to do some shopping, for she was back home while my brother and I were still watching our morning T.V.

Those morning shows led off with Odessa Orlewicz's 26-minute (26:16) episode of yesterday: This FDA Recording Is Dedicated To The Criminals At Western University.

A recording dedicated to the criminals at Western University, Canada. May god protect the students from you. You know who you are. We certainly do.

The episode was nowhere near one of her better ones, but it was one in which she was emotionally charged ─ that impressed me. 

Next up was Christopher James' (A Warrior Calls) upload of yesterday to Rumble, which was well over an hour in duration (1:11:20): Massive Truth Rocking Our World.

As usual, Christopher put on an encouraging programme.

Then came a 33-minute (33:27) upload today to Rumble of The Mel K Show: Mel K Explosive NY Speech On Exposing The Puppet Masters Structure & World Domination Agenda ICYMI.

If you are familiar with Mel K, then you should have some idea of what her speech involved. She did very well.

Finally, I tuned in a 2019 27-minute documentary at BitChute: Entering Neverland. That link is to its iMDB description, but BitChute sources can be found here.

The rebuttal to "Leaving Neverland" and exposing the truth about Michael Jackson. Entering Neverland will cover who the King really is, why the media lies about him, and the lies Wade Robson and James Safechuck are telling.

Honestly, I had expected that the video was going to be critical of Michael Jackson ─ not defending him. Nevertheless, it did make a strong case in the young man's favour. Perhaps he really was just a misunderstood ... weirdo.

Both my brother and I sought some bed rest after watching the videos, and I did so without even communicating with my wife. She was busy loudly exchanging with her youngest son in the kitchen.

After a brief nap, I rose around 2:18 p.m. to find my brother gone for the day, and my wife just finishing up showering and so forth in the bathroom. We coincided in the hallway when she opened the door, and asked if my brother had gone.

I merely confirmed as she entered 'her' bedroom and I to mine in order to change for some backyard sunning.

I went out into the backyard and from 2:24 - 3:48 p.m. sunned both of my sides (as opposed to just sunning my front and back, a practice I too often engage to the exclusion of sunning both sides of me). Early into the hot session, I recognized by how silent the house had become that my wife had likely left.

And that proved to be so.

Whenever she works a half day at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, she has a 4 p.m. start. Thus, it is possible that she was scheduled for the time on this, her usual day off.

But she and I hardly spoke with one another, and it bothers me that she did not even announce that she was leaving.

Oh, gosh! It is already approaching 8:30 p.m. ─ I must stop blogging for today.

I will only add that today was ─ as already stated ─ unexpectedly hot (as compared to yesterday).