"There Are No Viruses"

Blakelee Ortega

Once my younger brother was home last evening following his daily 'socializing', I put our Android TV Box to use and we watched an episode each of Last Tango in Halifax, then American Ninja Warrior, and finally United States of Tara.  

As for Last Tango in Halifax, it happened that this was the series finale episode, alas. We have watched the series from its start, so it will be missed. I didn't fully understand a couple of the events of that finale, but this thorough article at Interactive.WTTW.com answered my questions: 'Last Tango in Halifax' Recap: Season 5 Episode. 

After we had each gone to our beds for the night, my wife had still not come home following her long working day at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time. It is now early evening Saturday, and I have yet to hear from her.

But this is typical. Probably one or both of her sons has or have been in contact with her.

This morning my brother and I got together for some further T.V. of a different nature ─ I led us off with a couple of very brief videos, the longest of which itself was less than two minutes in duration: THERE ARE NO VIRUSES IT'S ALL FRAUD.

Had I realized its original source was easily accessed ─ an hour-plus (1:09:01) video first uploaded on August 1 at HeartsOfOak.org and titled Dr Mike Yeadon – Fraud, Fear and How Herd Mentality Has Brought Us to the Edge ─ I would have tuned that in. But maybe I will yet get it set up for us.

I also tuned in a nearly hour-long (56:36) BitChute video: EVERYONE MUST WATCH! July 19, 2022 Aman Jabbi and Dr. Carrie Madej.

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The Aman Jabbi presentation was extremely interesting. However, I expect that many non-religious people will find the opening minutes of the video to be too sermon-like, for Dr. Carrie Madej is a self-avowed Christian and she made this most apparent.

The final video I tuned in was nearly 3½ hours long, and so I offered to my brother to cancel out of it just over two hours into it at 1 p.m. He wanted some bed rest, as did I. Consequently, we will complete watching it tomorrow, and I will probably report on it then.

I was in bed a little more than an hour when I had my nap, and rose to find my brother had gone for the day.

I wanted to have a bath and shave, so I soon enough took the time to do those. And afterwards, not wishing to lose out on a fully sunny day, I got in some sunning, albeit only of my front. I may have commenced the session as late as 4:20 p.m., and put in a little more than 40 minutes, all the while enduring the incessant baying of the damned brown hound in back of our yard.

I wish that wretched beast would just die. I have had to endure its aural assaults for over a decade. How much longer can it live?    

The sunning experience with that noisy abuse soured me so effectively that after I came into the house, and thinking myself home alone, I was soon doing some ranting and banging about in my frustration, not realizing that my youngest stepson (the 24-year-old) had been napping in the lads' den area where he has his bed hidden away out of sight.

I am unsure how late I plan to sit up this evening, for I would like to be getting up as early as 4 a.m. ─ 4:30 a.m. at latest ─ in order to prime myself to get away ahead of 6 a.m. to allow myself some walking before I then stop in at the nearest Save-On-Foods to do some grocery shopping before coming home. The store opens at 7 a.m., but I won't mind arriving there as late as 7:30 a.m.

Consequently, I may or may not sit up into the midnight hour watching shows with my brother ─ it will depend upon when he gets home this evening, and what his level of intoxication is.