These Little Ones

Angelica Enberg

After my younger brother was home in the latter evening yesterday, I used our Android TV Box to tune in an episode each of Chicago PD, then The Graham Norton Show, then Resident Alien, and finally the sitcom Hardware ─ I had to resort to YouTube for that last episode. 

It was a little after 1 a.m. by the time I got to bed, and as yet my wife had not come home from working that day at the Thai restaurant where she has part-time employment. She never did come home that night. And even though she usually has today off work, there has been no sign of her. However, I expect that one or both of her two sons have been in contact with the woman.

When my brother and I got together this morning for some T.V., I led us off with an 18-minute (18:44) video uploaded to Librti.com yesterday: Shane Clayton Getson A Canadian Poiltician Speaks Out About HIs Bad Bad V Injury & His Views About The Annihilation Of Our Medical Privacy. A MUST WATCH!

The man and his name were unknown to me, but I see at Wikipedia that he is an Alberta Conservative.

Next up was an August 1 upload to Rumble by the Stew Peters Network ─ a new documentary that was just under an hour in length (56:03): WORLD PREMIERE: These Little Ones. 

Millions of children vanish each year.
83,000 each month.
2,700 a day.
115 per hour.
1 every 30 seconds.
It makes you wonder…where do they all go?

From the producers of “Watch the Water”, directors Matthew Miller Skow and Nicholas Stumphauzer tackle the dark underworld of CPS sex trafficking, elite pedophilia, and the shady death of truth seeking icon Isaac Kappy.

The sequence involving Isaac Kappy ─ an unfortunate I had not before heard of ─ was damned compelling. And until I looked him up at Wikipedia, I did not realize that he was an actor.

My impression is that he became too isolated, and his mind ventured where such minds tend to go when too cut off from positive human interaction; one begins to feel him- or herself truly alone in the world, and it becomes more than seems bearable.

I wish I could have been able to contact the poor guy.

My third video choice was what I gambled to be the latest upload to BitChute by The Corbett Report: Into The Metaverse (The Media Matrix — Part 3).

We stand at a precipice. On one side is "reality": the original, authentic, lived human experience. And on the other side is the metaverse: the world of constantly mediated experience.…

The video had actually been uploaded yesterday, and was 25 minutes (25:55) in duration. But I did not realize until it began playing that it was the third instalment of a three-part series (Part 1 and Part 2). I feel myself to be sufficiently 'aware' that I do not see a need to watch the two previous segments.

The final video we were to watch was an August 2 upload to Rumble by The Last American Vagabond: Ivermectin Suppression, California Declares Monkeypox "Emergency" & The Manufactured Energy Crisis.

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The video was 1½ hours (1:29:33) in duration, and brought us to near the end of the noon hour.

There is so much information coming out every day that it is impossible to even begin to be marginally informed.

Anyway, my brother sought some bed rest before leaving for the day; and I finished a light meal I had put together during that last video, and I then sought my own nap, getting back to bed shortly after 1 p.m. My brother was gone when I emerged from my bedroom well over an hour later.

By then the afternoon had completely clouded over. Nevertheless, following a bath and shave, I went out into the backyard to sit there facing the obscured Sun for approximately 40 minutes ─ I was fully clothed.

I want to mention that this morning I weighed myself while entirely naked and before having eaten anything. I was at least 191 pounds, and maybe threatening the 192-pound mark. I just cannot rid myself of an unwanted abdominal pouch.

I have no early a.m. activity planned for overnight, so I will again be sitting up late to watch some shows with my brother once he is home from his 'socializing'.

The weather prediction hereabouts is for some rain later this evening and maybe overnight, with the possibility existing tomorrow for an occasional shower.