Fight for Truth

I managed to have the time early last evening to watch a Christmas movie ─ 2015's 12 Gifts of Christmas. It was definitely good ─ and enhanced by two glasses of Merlot.

The lead actress was beautiful Katrina Law ─ whose name was vaguely familiar, but I immediately recognized her when I saw her, for she was generally always impressive in the T.V. series Arrow as Nyssa al Ghul, the martial artist daughter of the head of the League of Assassins.

According to IMDb, Katrina had her 37th birthday just today!

Obviously some earlier photos of the beauty.

As I said, the Christmas movie was definitely good by my estimation, and I even rather liked the leading male character, played by actor Aaron O'Connell ─ he had such a good-looking and likeably innocent face.

I kept rooting for Katrina's character, so it is always nice when I actually like both of the two lead characters. It becomes a little more difficult to root for the heroine when her male counterpart is played by an actor who just does not resonate with me.

How does supporting actress Donna Mills look so darned attractive? She was probably as much as 73 years old when that movie was filmed. I first came to know of her back in the early 1970s when she had the lead female role in the short-lived T.V. series The Good Life. She so darned much attracted me!

But let's get on with this post.

I was to bed last evening nearer to 9:30 p.m. than to 10 p.m., I do believe. And although i did get to sleep reasonably thereafter, the point came where I found myself awake and with the vague urge to micturate.

Note that I had retired with my cellphone alarm set for 2 a.m. to get me up for an approximate 5½-mile walk.

When I found myself unable to return to sleep (and that wine may have had a big hand in this trouble), I eventually decided that perhaps by seeking some relief in the bathroom would potentially help.

I knew that my wife had come home a while earlier following her long day working at the Thai restaurant where she has part-time employment, and as I made my way to the bathroom I saw that her bedroom light was on with the bedroom door nearly pulled closed (we have separate bedrooms).

I had no sooner gotten back into bed when I heard her emerge from her bedroom and also go into the bathroom.

It was at this juncture that I checked the time ─ it was something like 12:44 a.m. I had thought it considerably later. Could I have been awake since before midnight? It seemed feasible.

Yet sleep still would not come. I tried and tired. When next I made a check of the time, it was just after 1:30 a.m. There was no chance that I could gain any further sleep before 2 a.m., but I decided to just lay there in bed for a while further and then get up ahead of the alarm so that I would not have to hustle in readying for that outing ─ I like to leave no later than 2:15 a.m.

It was likely around 1:45 a.m., and one of the first things that I did was check my chequing account balance ─ I had nearly $300 when I had previously checked, and I knew that I would likely be having an automated life insurance debit hitting the account around October 3rd that would be almost $210. 

As well, there are a few other much smaller automated debits that hit the account, so I wanted to ensure that all was well. My wife has a gambling habit, and had already pilfered $1,240 from the account even though I had only gotten my monthly pension this past Tuesday.

Well, it seems that I was in a fix. She had apparently withdrawn a further $200 earlier in the night. I did not even had $90 remaining.

I mistakenly believed that today was October 1st, and that there were three of those smaller debits due to hit the account that might exceed $100.

I was livid! And not just at my wife, but also at God. He never seems to intercede on my behalf, let alone actually extend any material aid. He only seems to pace stumbling blocks and related impediments before me ─ or at least, he allows them if he is not actually abetting these crushing developments.

Suffice to say that I left home on my walk ahead of 2:15 a.m. in a fury at Him as well as my grasping wife.

I had $40 with me that I intended to deposit into an ATM so that there would be sufficient funds to cover the three debits that I thought would be occurring later in the day.

I accomplished the deposit, and also had the usual four sets of pull-ups early into my walk that I seek to essay at an elementary school playground which has some gymnastics-style rings set up there. I managed 6 - 2 - 2 - 2 repetitions in those four sets, which  have become my norm of late.

The exertion helped ease a little of my tension. And so did a 2½ - three block jog that I later had when I was walking 100th Avenue and nearing 148th Street.

My route here in north Surrey has become strictly within the bounds of the rectangle comprised by 96th and 100th Avenues on two sides, and 132nd and 148th Streets on the other two sides (I reckon the 9800 block of 140th Street on this Google Map to be that rectangle's centre).

I had my walk without any real incident. Twice I could hear a different frog croaking. And once I had to walk by an RCMP vehicle that had pulled over some older woman who was taking what seemed to be luggage from inside it, all the while declaring that she had not been drinking, and many times I heard her say that she would have a brand new car by morning.

I got the impression that she was trying to sound like she had means, and whatever it was that they were doing ─ impounding her vehicle? ─ was of scant consequence to such as her.

I was back home and standing outside the locked front door at 4:10 a.m.

My eldest stepson ─ who had been up when I sneaked off on my walk ─ was still up. So I decided the water some garden plants in the front yard, and that took sufficient time that at last he went to bed.

It must have been around 5:30 a.m. by the time I also got to bed, and in a considerably more settled mindset than when I had left.

My actual morning began just after 8:30 a.m., and about 20 minutes later I was downstairs to join my brother in some T.V. When he offered to me the opportunity to put our Android TV Box into play, I led us off with Odessa Orlewicz's video of yesterday. The video was not too much shy of two hours (1:51:58): Interview With A Teacher Who Exposes The PE-DD0 Gr00ming Age-nnda At School And Shows Assignments.   

Intervew- An amazing woman is saying "enough is enough" by exposing the darkest parts of the SOGI agenda. They are starting to teach our young and vulnerable children that they "SHOULD talk TO strangers that want to talk to them; not scream or run away," because it could make those people "feel bad about themselves." This sick agenda that has gone WAY too far organized by the lib gov/elite needs to STOP NOW. They are purposely putting our young, innocent, and vulnerable in harms way.

Ronnie's video on YouTube- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bmMO_fvABVM

I caught mention that Odessa's guest's fuller name is Ronnie Herman.

My brother's need for bed rest meant that we only had time for one further video, and it was a little over an hour (1:05:33) in duration ─ Christopher James' (A Warrior Calls) upload of yesterday to Rumble: Fight for Truth. His videos are considerably shorter if you skip the lengthy opening and closing portions that become extremely tedious when he uses them in every darned video.

Christopher had no guests, and just spoke on a number of topics, always bringing them down to his vision of Common Law ─ an impossible dream, I now fully believe. Too few of us fully understand enough about Common Law to apply it in our own lives, so we are hardly going to throw in with someone who claims to want to spearhead a movement to himself personally have it established in a Canadian court.  

But I love the guy's seeming unending perseverance and optimism.

My wife had to work another full day today, so I never had an opportunity for much conversation ─ certainly nothing relating to my chequing account.

The day was sunny, so I had an early afternoon nap and at 2:06 p.m. spent an hour and 20 minutes sitting outside in the backyard sunshine while clothed in just a pair of cutoffs. It was technically my last opportunity to convince myself that I managed to generate some vitamin D in my skin. Supposedly this far north, the only months in which the Sun is strong enough to work this miracle are April through September.

Beginning tomorrow, even if I do sun myself, I shall henceforth be taking vitamin D supplements until next April.

Better Death Than Surrender

 

Trudeau Must Go!

Following my younger brother's arrival into the latter half of yesterday's evening following his alcoholic socializing, I put our Android TV Box into action and led us off with an episode of Chicago PD ─  episode 13 "Trouble Dolls" of season eight.

I noticed my brother passing out during some of the episode.

Next we watched an episode of American Ninja Warrior ─ this time, Stage 2 of the Las Vegas National Finals of season 14. I was certain that we had previously watched Stage 1, but the various recaps just did not sound familiar. I can only conclude that whatever comprised that previous episode was only a portion of what was actually filmed, and thus performances being cited in the Stage 2 episode were not televised in the Stage 1 episode.

The evening ended with an episode of the American series Ghosts ─ episode five ("Halloween") of the first season.

My wife had been home all day except for an early afternoon grocery shopping excursion, and she finally went to bed just ahead of me (we have separate bedrooms). She was to have to work a full day today at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, so to prepare for her long day and the goodly drive, she tends to rise around 9:45 a.m. to shower and whatever else. The restaurant opens at 11 a.m.

I was to gain access to the T.V. ahead of my brother this morning, for he never made an appearance from his bedroom until around 9:10 a.m. At that point, I was watching a YouTube MMA bout between two women unknown to me.

It was a three-round match, so it was not overlong. When it was done, I tuned in one of Dr. Mercola's videos from a half year or so ago that featured him interviewing Tyler LeBaron with the topic being molecular hydrogen, but the video stopped playing at least halfway through.

I finally gave up on it, and tuned in BitChute's Adolph Hitler ─ The Greatest Story Never Told. This was to be our third sitting involving this 6½-hour (6:32:13) documentary, and we still have one further sitting to get through before we are finished watching the feature.

BitChute has been remembering where we have left off with the video, and obligingly starts playing from that point ─ a wonderful feature! However, just past the four-hour-and-13-minute point in the video, it seemed to freeze. This was right into the printed prologue of part (or episode) 18 "Germany Defeated" of the documentary. That printed prologue was talking about the ancient siege of Masada by the Romans in which the Jewish defenders all killed themselves rather than be taken prisoner.

I almost gave up on the video, but fortunately I finally noticed that the progression timer was still running.

I have no idea what documentary material was lost during that gap in the video, but the pause or break was to last for around 11 minutes. 

And now I have just taken the initiative to research what might be missing, and I have discovered that copies of the complete video are available at Archive.org ─ here is on example. I have now watched the missing 11 or so minutes.

Brutal.

Anyway, my brother and I do not have too much more of the video to get through, so we will likely finish up with it tomorrow.

My brother sought some bed rest, and I soon enough took to my own bedroom for a nap. It was short, but when I was done, my brother was gone for the day ─ he apparently left afoot and caught a bus to rendezvous with one or more of his drinking buddies at a pub.

This will probably afford me ample time to be set to retire early enough this evening that I will be able to rise at 2 a.m. for one of my 5½-or-so-mile walks.

The afternoon today was a mix of very large cloud masses and sunshine, so I used the cloud as an excuse to not waste my time sitting outside seeking exposure to some daylight. Tomorrow may be purer of sunshine.

My evening is upon me, so I may seek to tune in a movie to watch on T.V. while I yet am home alone without my brother. I just regret that I will be to bed before my wife gets home from her long day.

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Tyranny

My evening is already upon me, and this has been my wife's day off work, so I will not be dwelling too long in the construction of this post. 

After my younger brother was home last evening following his daily alcoholic socializing, I put our Android TV Box to work and led us off with an episode of Chicago Fire (episode 13 "Don't Hang Up" of season nine).

And then we watched an episode of Inspector Morse. I had believed it to be the series finale, but I now see that it was only the seventh season (or series) finale ─ i.e., the third episode "Twilight of the Gods".

That is a fair relief, for I thought that we were forever done with this superb work.

We ended the night with an episode of Resident Alien ─ episode nine ("Welcome Aliens") of the first season.

My wife had come home during Inspector Morse following her full day working at the Thai restaurant where she has part-time employment. However, we never communicated, for when my brother and I were done with T.V., she was essentially shut up in her bedroom with the door mostly closed. We have separate bedrooms, so I just bade her a goodnight and went to bed in my adjacent bedroom.

This morning's T.V. fare with my brother began with Odessa Orlewicz's 35-minute video from yesterday: Awesome Event Friday Oct 7th With Maxime Bernier , Bill Vander Zalm, And Doctors At The College Of Physicians & Surgeons 1-4pm Vancouver.

I interview Cris Vlek about an imperative tour and Stand United about holding the College accountable.

Her other guests were Marcella Desjarlais and James Davison. 

I would love to attend this event. However, even though I live in Surrey, I have no transportation and absolutely refuse to endure SkyTrain.

Next we watched some more of the 6½-hour (6:32:13) documentary on BitChute that we left off from on Saturday: Adolph Hitler: The Greatest Story Never Told. 

We still have lots more of it to get through, but fortunately BitChute is remembering where we left off and plays the documentary from that point.

We understand that a lot of what is being presented is being slanted to either favour or disfavour certain military factions and actions, but it does bring up much that has made my brother and I think a little differently.

We finished off our morning viewing with an episode each of The Last O.G. (episode 6 "Keep Their Heads Ringing" of season two) and United States of Tara (episode 12 "From This Day Forward", the second season finale).

This brought us deep into the latter half of the noon hour, and was when my wife finally got up. My brother sought some bed rest, but I dallied a while longer before seeking a nap while my wife was performing chores.  

Both my brother and she were gone when I rose, but she had only left to do some grocery shopping and was soon enough back.

She has been tentatively pushing to see if I would be amenable to her using my credit card to charge up a flight for her to visit her family in Thailand and to sell some property that she has there.

My wife could have made quite a number of such flights already this year if she had not blown untold thousands of dollars feeding her gambling addiction. I am not going any deeper into debt to abet her folly.

Nevertheless, I do have something over 79,600 Aeroplan points, so I spent a good portion of the afternoon first setting up my own online account, and then doing the same for her (she has no Aeroplan affiliation) while also linking our two accounts.

This would make it possible for her to use my points. I took more than two decades to build up my Aeroplan account. I am willing to surrender my points to her, but I would prefer that this is only done in an emergency ─ such as her mother's imminent death, for example.

If my wife ever sold her Thailand property, she is too foolishly weak to not have another recidivistic lapse that would see her blowing her golden egg in one of the local casinos hereabouts. I do not drive, so I can do nothing to prevent her. Besides, she spends her weekends elsewhere ─ such is our sorry marriage.

Something else that occupied me this afternoon was finally finishing up and publishing a post that I have spent months working on at one of my two hosted websites, My Retirement Dream: Thailand Thailand AA.

The post exceeds 30,000 words, but I know that few will ever visit it.

There was something else that I considered posting about that related to yesterday afternoon, but I am going to withhold broaching that very personal topic for the present. 

The day has been primarily overcast, so I have not needed to fret about getting in any backyard sunning this afternoon. This was a good day for such a break ─ I did not have the time to spare to be just sitting outside doing nothing.

Once Upon a Holiday

This has been the second consecutive day to find me in a despairing and foul mood. 

I got to see a Christmas movie that I indicated in yesterday's post I had hoped to tune in early into that evening. It was 2015's Once Upon a Holiday.

Thumbs up! 

The lead actress seemed vaguely familiar, but it may only have been because she resembled some other actress. Her name was Briana Evigan, and I made a point of attempting to remember her name as the movie began. However, I quickly became confused because I found myself reciting the same last name as one of the supporting actors in the cast who was familiar to me ─ Greg Evigan.

Greg is getting on in years, but I have been familiar with this handsome 'leading man' for many years.

So I stopped the movie and came upstairs to research the actress's actual name, thinking that I must have forgotten her actual last name and somehow glommed onto the familiar "Evigan" surname.

I had made no mistake. Briana is Greg's daughter.

There were lots of things that I liked about Briana and her personal mannerisms ─ quite apart from her very good looks and wonderfully attractive smile.

One thing that soon enough struck me was that she seemed to have very athletically muscular legs. Her calves would flex nicely when she walked ─ this is not something I see in most beautiful actresses. They seem to have no flex to their calves when they walk.

She definitely has great legs!

Briana Evigan

Then I can across this YouTube video of her exercising at seaside ─ I am only going to link to the video, rather than embed it, just in case the video gets deleted from YouTube one day and my post is left with an ugly blank spot: BRIANA TELLS ALL - Episode #34 Beach Day - Combo Workout.

The young woman definitely has a grand set of legs! No wonder she makes fitness videos on YouTube under the account TheBrianaEvigan.

Apart from those legs, I loved her almost hoarse voice that sounds wonderfully husky.

I would love to see her in other movies, but as Wikipedia says, she seems predominantly cast in slasher-style features, and I am not a fan of those ─ I hate seeing women getting tortured and slaughtered.

I had two glasses of Merlot while watching the movie, and it may have been approaching 10 p.m. by the time I got to bed ─ with my cellphone alarm set for 2 a.m. to get me up for a planned walk here in north Surrey that likely turned out to be at least 5¾ miles.

I failed to sleep through to my alarm, and because I was so awake I opted to use the bathroom on the chance that the small relief gotten would make relaxing into sleep easier.

The house was in darkness, so I knew that my younger brother had come home at some point after I had retired ─ he normally watches T.V. until at least midnight, so the time had to be thereafter when I had my bathroom break.

My wife was not yet home, despite her text on Sunday that she would be home after her full workday on Monday at the Thai restaurant where she has part-time employment.

I do not like taking a look at the time in cases like this, so I refrained on this occasion as well.

Eventually, my cellphone alarm did sound, and may have pulled me from a half-sleep. I hastily readied myself for my walk, and was on my way just ahead of 2:15 a.m. My wife was still not home, (we have separate bedrooms), but out of some dread I had logged into my chequing account to see if my monthly pension had shown up after midnight, for it did not arrive as a direct deposit yesterday.

Well, it had arrived ... and already my wife had discovered it and was transferring money from it. This most likely meant that the wretch was gambling yet again ─ every damned month she robs me. 

I was furious with her and with God ─ I seem to have nothing but trials, and never encouragements. My life is trickling away, and I am impotent to do a damned thing to better anything.

I left home in a miserable mindset. I was to later see that my wife made three transfers for a total of $940 that she no doubt blew away.

It had been my intention once my pension was deposited to pay all of my upcoming bills ahead of time, and then withdraw the major portion of what remained. But my wife had thwarted me. Nevertheless, I did still intend to withdraw some of the money.

Anyway, as is my wont, I stopped at an elementary school playground early into my walk so that I could essay four sets of pull-ups on the gymnastics-style rings featured there. My repetitions in those sets were 6 - 2 - 2- 2. 

I decided that I did not wish to risk withdrawing money at the start of my walk ─ better to do so at it's nearing completion. Even then, I found street people in the vicinity ─ at least three sleeping practically within sight of the ATM, and another character who patrolling with a shopping cart half full of junk.

I took the risk and made a $300 withdrawal before hightailing it for home.

My wife's car was in the driveway, so she had come home while I was away ─ it was something like 4:13 a.m. by the time I took a look at the time just outside the locked front door.

After coming into the house and coming here to my computer which I keep in my bedroom, I paid four bills online. 

Meantime, my oldest stepson was getting up for his 12-hour shift at Tree Island Steel that would commence at 6 a.m. (it is a fairly long drive from here), so I ensured that he was unaware that I was up because if he knew, he would not lock the front door when he left. 

I did not want to be trapped into having to sit up until he left, so I turned off my bedroom light and shut the door. Regardless, I did happen to still be up when he left, for I never returned to bed until shortly after 5:30 a.m.

I suppose my morning commenced around 8:30 a.m.

My wife does not rise until around 9:45 a.m. to start showering and otherwise readying for her usual full workday on Tuesdays (the restaurant opens at 11 a.m., but is also quite a drive from here), so I knew that we would not be conversing. She would probably be somewhat hungover, but for certain she would be feeling sick with her usual guilt at what she had done with my pension.

Everyone suffers when she does this, for if she cannot repay me, then her sons would have to step up and compensate for any shortfall come our monthly mortgage day which is usually on the 22nd of each month.

It is late ─ it is already after 8:30 p.m.

I just want to mention two videos that my brother and I watched this morning that were both excellent.

The first was Odessa Orlewicz's from yesterday, and which ran for over 1½ hours (1:36: 49): A BC, Canada Resident Almost Died From The" Safe & Efffective " and Lost Intestines. Bonnie Henry Blackmails Victims To Silence Them.

Liberty Talk Canada Interview. A BC, Canada dad trusted Bonnie Henry. He almost d1ed and had his intestines removed. Numerous doctors confirmed it was from the "safe & effective" and was confirmed with paperwork. Bonnie acknowledged it. This man's life was destroyed. His "new normal" is horrible. Bonnie used a disgusting blackmail technique to try to silence him. 

I believe that the relatively young fellow's name may have been Shaun Mulldoon. 

The second video was 1½ hours, and was also from yesterday ─ Christopher James' (A Warrior Calls) upload to Rumble: Judiciary/Police Stealing Trafficking Children.

Christine and Chris talk about the heart-wrenching timeline of the sexual and physical abuse of their son by his Catholic School Principal and the subsequent kidnapping of their 3 children. They recount the persecution of their family at the hands of the Alberta Government, AHS, RCMP and Social Services after they were violently kidnapped by 27 police officers.

PLEASE share this story widely as the corruption is so deep, it does not appear the justice system has the decency or capability of serving justice. The pedophiles are being protected.

If what the couple (who were interviewed by Christopher James) are correctly detailing about what has been happening to them in Calgary for the past three years ─ their three children were stolen from them by corrupt judiciary and other provincial services, including the police ─ then a reign of damnation ought to befall every single person involved in their persecution. 

I do not know what the couple's family name is, but Christine indicated that her E-mail address starts of as ChristineWall. Yet I saw a Facebook post where she identified her husband as Chris Lee. 

Of course, none of that is important in view of what may have been done to the two of them ─ and their children, for the kids were separated from one another and placed who-knows-where with who-knows-who.

I have said enough for today ─ it is now after 9 p.m.

The Greatest Story Never Told

 

There really are idiots who reason like this!

After my brother arrived home last evening ─ possibly as early as 8:40 p.m., but certainly before 9 p.m. ─ I put our Android TV Box into action and we watched an episode of The Innocents. This was the third episode, and I actually figured out how to activate closed captioning (I was using the Bee TV app). 

For the first time, I was able to read what the two seemingly villainous Norwegian characters were saying to one another. However, the subtitling is rather small ─ I am curious if there is an option allowing enlargement of the text.

My brother fast passed out into the episode and remained unconscious through to its conclusion, and on while I spent quite a number of minutes seeking to locate a good source for the 2017 movie Daddy's Home 2.

We had watched Daddy's Home a few weeks ago, and thoroughly enjoyed it. 

I had no idea until the sequel movie was playing that it was actually a Christmas comedy movie. I considered this a major bonus!

My brother had snored all the while that I was seeking a good source for the movie, and it was becoming rather disgusting. I even had to wait for the idiot to finally gag himself conscious before I started playing the movie.

Fortunately, he was to remain conscious for the remainder of the evening.

We both enjoyed the movie tremendously. In fact, I am wondering if he might request we re-watch it during the Christmas period if his girlfriend Bev comes here to stay for a couple of days as she has usually done during recent years. I would like that.

Our night's entertainment ended with an episode of The Man in the High Castle ─ this time it was episode seven "Land O' Smiles" of season two that we watched.

I very much enjoy actress Alex Davalos in this series. Consequently, when I first learned that she was to join the cast of FBI: Most Wanted (which I watch), I was delighted and eager to see her.

I have been disappointed. Her character thus far has no personality. The FBI members are rarely seen as weak; and when it does happen, they quickly enough master the situation  like the heroic superhero figures they are portrayed as. And thus far, her character has only been a personalityless near-automaton impervious to visible human weakness ─ I am not enjoying the actress in the least. 

When my brother and I got together this morning to watch some T.V. via our Android TV Box, we were to not even get halfway through the video that I selected for us ─ the 6½-hour (6:32:13) documentary on BitChute titled Adolph Hitler: The Greatest Story Never Told.

Website IMDb here lists the documentary as being five hours and 50 minutes ─ which is almost 45 minutes shorter than what we are involved in watching.

My brother and I broke off after watching part nine, but according to website Sens Critique here, there are 27 parts or episodes in total.

We will continue tomorrow from where we left off.

My brother sought some bed rest, and was gone for the day when I finished having my early afternoon nap. The morning had started off overcast, but the day became sunny, so after my nap I put in over 70 minutes sitting out in the backyard sunshine while wearing just cutoffs.

Frankly, I am becoming extremely bored with my routine, and the two wee hysterical canine deformities beyond our backyard fence had me in a raging fury ─ they will not bloody shut up! An asteroid needs to obliterate that entire property ─ those beasts and their larger brown hound companion have aggravated me for far too many years.

I hate feeling so damned upset ─ it aggravates my desire for my own oblivion.

I have an early 5½-or-so-mile walk scheduled for the early a.m. that will require me to be rising at 2 a.m., so I will not be awaiting my brother's arrival home this evening to be watching any T.V. with him.

My wife texted me yesterday and said that she would be home after her full day today working at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, but I will probably be abed before she gets here. We have separate bedrooms, so we will not be talking.

She usually works a full day on Tuesdays as well. If that holds, then she is unlikely to be getting up tomorrow until around 9:45 a.m. to begin readying for her long day and the fairly long drive to get to the restaurant which opens at 11 a.m.

In other words, not much opportunity for chatter tomorrow morning, either.

I feel that I have said enough for today's post. I may try to cram in a Christmas movie before my bedtime.

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Christmas Land Encore

I managed to squeeze in a Christmas movie early last evening, although it was one that was vaguely familiar because I had likely seen it within maybe the past three or so years ─ it was 2015's Christmas Land. 

Lead actress Nikki DeLoach kept me watching because she quickly endeared me to her. Apart from being beautiful, I was attracted to her laugh and to related mannerisms that were peculiar to her and had nothing to do with acting.

She also has a wondrous smile.

She and her character in Christmas Land quite captured me, and my emotions were keenly felt ─ a couple of glasses of Merlot certainly were instrumental in that arena.

It was a good movie ─ just the sort of Christmas movie I most enjoy when I am watching by myself.

I suppose bedtime may have been just ahead of 10 p.m., and my cellphone alarm was set for 4 a.m. so that I would have plenty of time to normalize for my 5.625-mile round trip grocery shopping expedition to the nearest Real Canadian Superstore outlet.

When the alarm sounded, it roused me from a semi-slumber.

Oddly, my eldest stepson was still up and probably watching a movie in a laptop downstairs. He never seemed to call it a night until around 4:30 a.m.

Despite the amount of time I gave myself, it was still maybe three minutes past 6 a.m. by the time I was on my way ─ I try to leave before 6 a.m., but doing so is rare for me, no matter how much leeway I give myself.

It is now dark outside at 6 a.m., and I love that. 

I was also pleased when I stopped at a nearby elementary school playground for two sets of pull-ups on the fixed gymnastics-style rings in the younger kids playground. I was able to manage six repetitions in the first set, and then three repetitions in the second set.

I did well on the walk to the store, and arrived there just about a full hour at most from the time I left home.

Despite not getting everything I had considered ─ such as some fruit, for the produce area was too heavily populated already ─ I was to find that my walk home was undesirably slow and effortful. I had an uncomfortable amount of weight to tote.

By the time I arrived back home and was into the kitchen, my younger brother appeared from his bedroom, already freshly showered. We had a bit of banter while I put away a few items, and then i brought everything else upstairs here to my bedroom where I keep my computer.

And then I had to seek the refuge of my bed and darkness, for the toll of that walk home fast manifested.

When eventually my brother finished with the Sunday morning edition of The Province that I subscribed to, and I heard the T.V. turn on, I came downstairs to prepare an instant coffee with 'the works', and then joined him.

He soon enough turned the T.V. over to me, so I put our Android TV Box into action and tuned in an Open Mike with Michael Thiessen September 3 upload to Rumble titled C.R. Wiley: Free Societies are Built on Strong Homes.  

After just a few minutes, my brother voiced that it just was not of any interest ─ it was dull. I could not disagree ─ it seemed too philosophical. We desired something more 'real' or meaty.

So I tuned in a 58-minute Rumble upload from October 30, 2021, by America's Untold Stories: Sirhan Sirhan and the assassination of RFK Part One.

America's Untold Stories with Eric Hunley and Mark Groubert is featuring part one of Sirhan Sirhan and the assassination of Robert F Kennedy. There is much confusion surrounding what happened. In part one we will discuss the history, the feud between RFK and LBJ, the crime, and the trial.

This was truly interesting ─ we will watch all parts in this series eventually.

We finished up our viewing with a Dr. Joseph Mercola August 1 upload to BitChute of nearly 1¼-hour's duration (1:11:18): Dr. Mercola Interviews Alex Jones.

This interview had its surprises, for I did not fully realize that Dr. Mercola was as 'in line' about the darker forces behind what is happening in the world as he proved to be here.

At the conclusion of this video right around noon, my brother readied himself to leave earlier than he usually does in the afternoon, claiming that he intended some exercise. Well, I truly do hope that he got some ─ including the privacy to attempt some chin-ups somewhere.

The afternoon was sunny, so once my brother was gone, I had a good nap, and then at 2:17 p.m. sat outside in the sunshine while attired in just a pair of cutoffs for a bit over 1¼ hours.

And that effectively brings me up to date.

I have naught planned for the morrow, so I shall be sitting up late this evening and watching some T.V. (via our Android TV Box) once my brother returns home, probably into the latter evening. We shall see.

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How Toxic?

Following my younger brother's arrival home last evening ─ and at almost 10 p.m., incidentally ─ I put our Android TV Box to work and we were to watch an episode apiece of the T.V. series DC's Legends of Tomorrow (episode six "Mr. Parker's Cul-De-Sac" of season five), then Young Wallander (the first episode of season two), and finally Animal Kingdom (episode eight "Gladiators" of season five).

As anticipated, my wife never came home last night following her full day working at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time. She is unlikely to show up until early into next week. Such is how things are.

When my brother and I got together this morning for further T.V. of a different sort, I put our Android TV Box into action and lined up yesterday's upload to Rumble by Steve Kirsch's Vaccine Safety Research Foundation, a video a little in excess of 1½ hours (1:36:42): Full Episode #48: How Toxic Is The Spike Protein?

Jessica Rose, PhD has a BSc in Applied Mathematics and completed her MSc in Immunology at Memorial University of Newfoundland in Canada. She completed her PhD in Computational Biology at Bar-Ilan University and then did her first post-doctorate in Molecular Biology at the Hebrew University of Jerusalem. Her recent peer-reviewed paper, co-authored by Dr. Peter McCullough, "A Report on Myocarditis Adverse Events in the U.S. Vaccine Adverse Events Reporting System (VAERS) in Association with COVID-19 Injectable Biological Products" was withdrawn without explanation by the publisher of Current Problems in Cardiology.

A Report on Myocarditis Adverse Events in the U.S. Vaccine Adverse Events Reporting System (VAERS) in Association with COVID-19 Injectable Biological Products.

https://web.archive.org/web/20211007022704/https://www.sciencedirect.com/science/article/pii/S0146280621002267#

Dan Lux is running for the U.S. Congressional seat in Louisiana's District 2. Dan's successful career as a television executive producer honed his skills as a strong leader and tenacious worker -- and his overriding goal now is to keep the American Dream alive for others -- which will start with abolishing the government overreach we've seen in tyrannical COVID policies. 

I love watching Jessica Rose! Unfortunately for her, though, late into her segment she began letting herself slip due to sleepiness and launched into at least three open-mouth yawns that were most unflattering, particularly since she only thought to cover the first of them with a hand late into it.

But I still admire the dear lady!

Politician Dan Lux only had a short stint that was entirely unrelated to the large portion of the video devoted to Steve Kirsch and Dr. Jessica Rose.

The second video my brother and I watched was a little over a half hour (36:21) in duration, and was uploaded to Rumble two days ago by Canadian Citizens for Charter Rights and Freedoms: C3RF "In Hot" interview with author Diane Weber Bederman.

Diane Weber Bederman discusses her latest book "Bullies of Woke and Their Assault on Mental Health" and spares no horses as she does so. Always controversial and critical of the post-modern, politically correct, woke narratives that have turned Western society upside down, she comes out swinging on behalf of those who need to be defended from such the most - our children and grandchildren. Is it past time for the guardians of these little ones to rise up to heed Diane's authoritative research and analysis to protect them? Especially the grandparents of a strong and free Canada? Strap in for a very interesting and topical discussion.

This one was interesting as well. I have not before heard of Diane Weber Bederman, but she somewhat reminded me of Tanya Gaw.

My brother sought some bed rest upon the finish of this second video, and I soon enough also sought a nap. I was in bed under an hour, but he was gone for the day when I had emerged from my bedroom.

The afternoon was flawlessly sunny, so from 2:06 p.m. I spent approximated 1¼ hours out in the backyard sunning in just a pair of cutoffs.

Since I intend some early Sunday morning grocery shopping, I will not likely be sitting up late as I did last evening awaiting my brother's return. I have yet to decide which of the two markets I frequent will be my early destination, so I am going to research their sales now.

Heck, if I have time thereafter, I might even see if am able to watch a Christmas movie.

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People Are Lost Without Truth

It was nearer 10 p.m. last evening than it was 9:30 p.m. before I settled into my bed for the next few hours ─ my cellphone alarm was set for 2 a.m. to alert me to rise and ready for my 5½-or-so-mile walk. 

When it did wake me later, my start was a little overshot, for it was 2:17 a.m. by the time I was standing on the street outside and getting set to be on my way. I don't like taking more than 15 minutes from the time I am awakened to my alarm, but this was tolerable.

I had eaten overmuch yesterday ─ my wife had left two types of commercial 'fast food' preparations in the fridge that were 'up for grabs', but which I do not believe anyone else knew about. They were highly condimented, and I ate them both. I also ate a portion of pre-packaged lasagne that my youngest stepson had left for me.

The consequence was that I was probably suffering a degree of water retention. 

This partial loginess likely affected my performance at the four sets of pull-ups early into my walk ─ I engage these on gymnastics-style rings at an elementary school playground. Certainly, I managed 6 - 2 - 2 - 2 insofar as repetitions for those four sets; but attaining six in the first set left me so strained that managing to eke out two further repetitions in the remaining three sets was nearly beyond my ability.

It was not a pretty performance.

I left the school grounds breathing hard, and already feeling a little overheated ─ the atmosphere even seemed muggy or humid. 

My route of late has exclusively been the rectangle formed by 96th and 100th Avenues on two sides, and 132nd and 148th Streets on the other two sides, with the 9800 block of 140th Street as the geographical centre point (Google Map).

For much of my younger adult life, I was something of a runner until I effectively crippled my knees around 1993 or 1994 and was in such pain that I could not even hustle across a street, nor even jump up onto a curb.

It took me months and months to start feeling normal again, although the cartilage damage was not something that could be undone. There was no return to my regular six-mile runs.

Then in early November 2010 when I managed to tear my left leg's quadriceps tendon entirely from my kneecap, that effectively terminated even occasional running. It took me most of the ensuing year just to be able to fully bend my knee again. But even so today nearly a dozen years later, to get down on my knees and to try and get my butt to touch my ankles takes several seconds ─ a half dozen or more ─ of concentrated effort, for the tendon still resists that full stretch.   

I am not one who can exercise publicly ─ I have always been inhibited in that fashion. Thus, trying to get my body to become familiar with the act of running again is not anything I have made a practice of. I have nowhere that I can try running that can be privately done, and my fragile ego will not permit me to be a public spectacle of patheticness. 

I do not drive, so it is not possible for me to climb into a motor vehicle and drive off to some secluded region where I could regularly redevelop my former technique.

So I lost the ability to run.

Well, these past two or three weeks, I have been using a stretch of 100th Avenue on my walks to try to run for maybe 2½ blocks, which is a bit better than ¼ mile. If you refer to this Google Map, you can see my starting point at Green Timbers Access, and I sloppily run to within a power pole or two of 148th Street.  

There is only forest on each side of 100th Avenue along that stretch, so there are no homes where someone might witness me. A few motor vehicles will of course pass, but only a very few. And since they are coming from behind me, and whip on by quickly in the dark, I do not feel too conspicuous.

I can make the first block in reasonable form, but my style quickly becomes sloppy. My feet slap the paved wide walkway harder than ought to be happening, but I am hoping that in time ─ running twice a week ─ my style will improve.

I need an improvement on endurance, too! After that first block, I am sucking air. It becomes so intense that I am audibly voicing the act of harsh breathing, unable to keep from articulating my inhalations and exhalations. It even occurs to me that I might possibly incite a cardiac event, or else force some unknown aneurysm to burst.

I am less than three weeks from the imminent arrival of my 73rd birthday. But quite apart from that, just under a year ago ─ it was last October ─ I spent 10 days in hospital after becoming bedridden here at home from what was diagnosed as "COVID pneumonia", but which may have just been a usual case ─ I have no faith in the glee with which every respiratory issue is labelled as COVID in origin.

Whatever I had, it left me with ─ I was told ─ scarred lungs, and there most definitely was something terribly wrong with them. Even after forcing the issue to get myself released in order to finally come home and end my hospital incarceration, I could not speak a full sentence without needing to have my breathing interrupt myself. I was breathless.

During my first week home, I forced myself to perform 50 partial knee-bends or squats. I swear that I almost killed myself ─ I could not breathe. I would try to fill my damaged lungs, but the volume was not present, and all I was doing was wheezing so wickedly that I was panicked that I might well be coming to my end.  

I managed to get myself upstairs to my bed ─ I was home alone, or I would not have tried any exercising ─ and sat on its edge, breathing violently until things gradually settled down and I could see that I was recovering.

So when I manage to run possibly as much as 2½ blocks, it involves an enormous taxation of my lungs. I could try to make it to the 148th Street intersection, but that is the boundary for the forest. The other side of 148th street where I make a right turn on my walks is heavily residential. I do not want to be wheezing and loudly gasping for breath in that area, nor do I want to arrive at that intersection if there are motor vehicles sitting and awaiting a traffic light change. I could never stand for occupants in those vehicles to bear witness to my travail ─ my debility is a private matter that no one else needs to be privy to.

I am hoping to improve on these runs such that perhaps before too distantly into the future I will be able to run from 140th Street all the way to 148th Street ─ a full mile.

All I need is perseverance ─ and the good fortune of not incurring a heart attack or some similar event.

There was nothing else remarkable about my walk, and I was back outside the locked front door at something like 4:12 a.m. 

Incidentally, my wife had come home at some point earlier while I had been in bed prior to my walk. She had put in a full day at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time. She had another such day today ─ the restaurant opens at 11 a.m., so she tends to be up from bed around 9:45 a.m. to start readying for her day and the fairly long drive.  

In all likelihood she will not be home tonight, for she tends to spend her weekends in Vancouver. Our marriage is strictly one of her convenience for the most part. I still do love her, but I am ineffectual and multi-impotent.

My younger brother and I only watched two videos this morning, and he backed out of the second one with much of it to go because he wanted some bed rest ere heading away to hook up with at least one of his drinking buddies to play pool.

The first video was a half dozen minutes short of 1½ hours in length (1:24:02) ─ it was Odessa Orlewicz's latest from yesterday: Canada's Most Recent Amber Alert. Who Was The Real Kidnapper? I Interview The Mother That The Amber Alert Claimed Was A "Kidnapper."

My brother and I actually watched the video here on Rumble.

What a wonderful communicator young Wiloh A. Skyspeaks is! Nevertheless, as much as I sympathize with the poor woman's plight, I simply do not understand why she uses that name if her actual name is Jenny Chanthabouala, as my research has discovered.

Additionally, I am wondering if she is the same person on YouTube who goes by V. ILA, as well as Sashaé.

This is that latter's website. More correctly, her commercial or entertainer name is Sashae’ ─ that terminating "e" has that weird accent that is not the more familiar "é". So maybe the accent mark is not for the "e" itself, but is an indicator of some form of utterance for which English has no symbol.

This practitioner bio photo for Sasha Spronk at The Samadhi Tree certainly does resemble the young woman in Odessa's video interview.

Incidentally, I believe that "Angela ─ Public Minister, Divine" is Angela Albright.

I wonder why it is that all of these specialists in Common Law (such as Angela Albright) who profess to want people to open their eyes to what is possible through Common Law ... will not provide the required Common Law education without a rather dear fee?  

They keep that knowledge exclusive, barring most of us from the enablement that they profess we all require.

Enough about all of that.

The second video (the one that my brother never sat through) was by another Common Law expert, Christopher James Pritchard (A Warrior Calls) ─ this one was also a little under 1½ hours in duration (1:20:37), and we tuned it in on Rumble as well: People Are Lost Without Truth.

It was good to learn that Pam Deol ─ another mother with even worse child custody crimes committed against her ─ has been released from jail.

I feel sorry for Christopher. I believe in his sincerity, but his day is never going to come. He will never have the numbers of Canadians behind him to end the establishment and bring in Common Law.

Today has been solidly overcast, but the clouds have refused to rain. I tried sitting outside in the afternoon, but it fast got so damned boring that I came back into the house after a very few minutes. I need to live somewhere in which I can go out in the daytime and walk in peace and privacy for miles ─ not have to hide away here at home all the day through under a self-imposed house arrest because I cannot bear the traffic and people everywhere around me.

I have said enough for today.

Sweet Country

If only I had the resources with which to withstand the wicked turns that I am recurringly inclined to take without the due resistance I ought to be mustering. And of course, I am referring to yesterday.   

After my younger brother was home shortly after 9 p.m. that evening, I tuned in an episode of The Flash ─ episode 15 ("The Exorcism of Nash Wells") of season six.

We have a long way to go to get through this series!

I followed up the episode with a movie ─ Australia's 2017 Sweet Country, the story of which was "set in outback Northern Territory about ten years after World War I."

The first source I used that our Android TV Box yielded was dubbed in a European language like Italian, but it took me a short while to accept that the characters were not supposed to actually be speaking that language, for there were subtitles that were also in a similar language, although sometimes some English would display.

The next source I tried was in proper Australian, but it was subtitled in something like Spanish. That would not have normally been much of an issue, except that in this movie a lot of Australian Aborigine was spoken and the Spanish subtitling blotted out the much tinier English translation.

But I had wasted so much time to that point that I did not fuss further trying to find a more satisfactory source. Consequently, my brother and I never knew what the Aborigines were saying to one another when they spoke in their own tongue.

My inebriated brother was reasonably tolerant of all of this, and I am sure that he generally enjoyed what he followed of the movie when he was paying attention and not droning on. However, he expressly stated that he most definitely did not like the movie's finish once it was done. The ending was undeniably a 'downer'.

Wikipedia indicates that the story was based upon "true events" and that there really was an Australian Aborigine tried for the murder of a white man. The Aborigine was a "great-uncle" of the movie's scriptwriter, David Tranter. David created a documentary about his great-uncle that I have tried to locate, but which only seems to be available for rent ─ even though it was released at least as far back as 2007.

By the time it ever becomes available for free, I will have undoubtedly forgotten all about it.

My wife had come home (after working the full day at the Thai restaurant where she has part-time employment) during The Flash, and had her youngest son to talk to (her eldest was working a 6 p.m. - 6 a.m. shift at Tree Island Steel). She later into the evening bade my brother and I goodnight when she headed on upstairs to go to bed, so she and I never had conversation.

We have separate bedrooms.

She was to text me this morning at 8:36 a.m. to enquire if there was enough money to cover the monthly mortgage due to be debited today, so I simply responded, "Yes." She did not actually get up for the day until around 9:45 a.m. when she began showering and otherwise readying for another full day working at the Thai restaurant. 

When she finally came downstairs, my brother and I were deep into a 1½-hour (1:34:11) upload by "TheLastAmericanVagabond" to Rumble yesterday, so I did break from it to have some small talk with her as she rushed in the kitchen to fix up a hot beverage to drink on her fairly long drive.

I won't be seeing her this evening because I have one of my early a.m. walks planned that requires me to get up at 2 a.m., so I will probably be getting to bed around 9:30 p.m. My brother bused away today to hook up with one or more of his drinking buddies at a pub and so is not likely to be home to complicate my bedtime plans.

But returning to the morning video mentioned above that he and I watched, it was titled Denis Rancourt Interview - Data Proves COVID-19 Is Actually An Illusion.  

I have had three outstanding interviews thus far with Denis Rancourt PhD, one involving Stephanie Seneff PhD, which I highly recommend everyone take the time to watch, as it involves the discussion of glyphosate and how it may be priming the body for more severe illness. Today, I am joined once again by Denis to discuss the evolving awareness of the COVID-19 illusion and just how much more clear this has become with his continued investigation and published research.

Source Links Can Be Found Here:
https://thelastamericanvagabond.com/matthew-ehret-interview-our-engineered-perception-of-history-elitists-that-pull-strings

We next watched another Rumble upload of yesterday, this time by the Stew Peters Network ─ it was nearly an hour long (58:16): LIVE: Mike Lindell SUES THE FBI For Tracking His CELL PHONE! Military QUIETLY Drops Vaxx Purge.

Odessa Orlewicz joins to expose the transgender teacher with unrealistically large, fake breasts who is visually violating his students and school-goers. The school is protecting the pervert, and parents are preparing to protest!

Mike Lindell joins the show to expose the local media is LYING about the FBI ambush. The Elites have weaponized the FBI, and now Lindell is fighting back with a massive lawsuit!

Ask Dr. Jane returns this week to answer some hard questions from doctor’s perspective. Can blood transfusions be dangerous for the unvaxxed?

The military has gotten rid of everyone who fought for their rights against the COVID vaccines. Now they have come out and determined that they are no longer going to punish anyone who is unvaccinated. This is an act of BLATENT COWARDICE by our military.

And to top off this early part of our day, we watched an episode of How Do You Want Me? ─ in this case, episode three ("Monstrous") of series one. Much of the episode related to some nude photos that the central couple (Ian and Lisa Lyons) took of themselves, but which were nicked by Lisa's rowdy big brother and ─ after copies were made ─ posted all over the village.

I only have time now to mention that ─ just as yesterday ─ the afternoon was sunny, so I donned cutoffs and got in at least 1¼ hours of sunning out in the backyard. 

I do not ever recall being able to sun this often and so deep into a September.  

I want to have a bath before going to bed, so I am bringing this post to a close right here.

💀☠💀☠💀☠

I have nothing that I dare speak of. 

Complacency

Think, people! It's not bloody normal!

I was to bed last evening a little ahead of 9:30 p.m. so as to best enable me to rise at 2 a.m. for what was to be my approximate 5½-mile walk here in north Surrey. I forsook the somewhat longer walk because it no longer inspires me, nor have I of late been thrilled with any of these nighttime outings.

I was actually outside of the house at 2:12 a.m. ─ a record for readiness. Nevertheless, there was no spunk for what was before me.

Incidentally, my eldest stepson was still up at that time, but I am confident that I got away unnoticed.

Early into my walk I essayed the four sets of pull-ups on the gymnastics-style rings at an elementary school playground: 6 - 2 - 2 - 2 for repetitions in those four sets.

It doth appear that I shall be restricting myself to the rectangular route bounded by 132nd and 148th Streets on two sides, and 96th and 100th Avenues on the other two sides. The centre point of that route would be the 9800 block of 140th Street (Google Map).

It is nice that there is so much coolness to the night air, but there are still huge blankets of warm air that one encounters as one walks.

I suppose the only event worth mention was as I walked along 148th Street. Somewhere roughly midway between 98th and 100th Avenues (Google Map), I evidently spooked a coyote some distance ahead of me that was on the residential side of that street, so it hustled across the street and into the Green Timbers Urban Forest while facing my way all the time.

At the finish of my walk, I was back outside the locked front door of home at 4:15 a.m. or so.

My wife's car never showed up. She in fact did not come home until almost 3 p.m. this afternoon, and wasted little time in seeking bed time. She was last home when she left for work shortly after 10 a.m. the past Friday.

Our marriage is nothing like robust.

Anyway, I think that I was back to bed around 5:15 a.m. after my walk, and I remained there for around three hours.

When my younger brother and I got together for some mid-morning T.V., I put our Android TV Box into action and led off our viewing with Odessa Orlewicz's video from yesterday: Why The Transgender/Transhumanist Agenda Hijacked the Gay & Lesbian Rights Movement. 

Many many years ago when I was in my early 30's a friend of mine "Luvia" (who happens to be a lesbian and worked at the same Vancouver academy as me) was livid one day and told me that the lesbian and gay human rights movement was literally being taken over by the trans movement. In my ignorance I didn't know what she meant. She said they took it over and that a lot of her gay friends were "pissed off." I remember asking her "How come they can't just start their own movement" and she said "I wish they would as we do not stand for what they stand for but they seem to have a ton of money." Fast forward to today and I wish I had not lost touch with her or I would send her this video albeit 18 years later.

*https://naomiwolf.substack.com/p/destroying-women-poisoning-breast - I spoke of this in this episode.

The video was over 1½ hours long (1:39:04), but she was working alone ─ i.e., her husband Norbert was not present to do a simple task like screenshare a 57-minute video of a lecture ─ so all Odessa did was play the audio and interrupt that audio from time to time with her commentary.

I hate these efforts of hers when she only plays someone else's video's audio because she has no idea how to make the video display ─ and running one that stretched to nearly an hour was too, too much for me.

Consequently, I summoned up the source video titled Big Pharma, Big Tech, and Synthetic Sex Identities featuring a lecture by a woman named Jennifer Bilek that took place at a Hillsdale College in the States. The video was dated July 28, so it was not even especially recent.

Jennifer Bilek may well be a very good writer, but she is not a gifted lecturer.

Even so, my brother and I watched the whole thing and basically dispensed with Odessa's video ─ her reproduction of Jennifer's speech was not even of good quality. This amateurish production of her Librti show by Odessa needs to find an end ─ Odessa MUST learn how to reproduce videos in their original form.

The next video we tried was uploaded to Rumble yesterday, and was nearly an hour long (58:46): AXE WIELDING BLACK MAN SET FREE! Terrifying McDonald’s encounter!

Tonight Dalton Clodfelter discusses black crime and the culture shift within black communities. He also breaks down the recent HBO attack against cigarettes, and the threat that is the Israel lobby choking out congress!

I have not before heard of nor seen Dalton Clodfelter nor his show "The Right Dissident". The episode we watched was okay as a novelty, but I will not be tuning in other than irregularly at very best.

The final video that my brother and I were to watch was today's upload to Rumble of "The Corbett Report", a 40-minute effort titled Blood on the Cutting Room Floor.

Do you think The Corbett Report's new 5+ hour, 50,000 word documentary, False Flags: The Secret History of Al Qaeda, wasn't long enough? Do you think it missed key parts of the Al Qaeda myth and failed to document important parts of the War of Terror story? Well, so do I! Today, let's take a tour of the cutting room floor and see what was left out of the documentary.

My brother and I have not watched any of the three parts to the documentary being referred to, but it was still somewhat interesting to see these segments that were cut from the original series.

Following this video, my brother sought some bed rest before leaving for the day while I was having my nap. When he returns ─ probably after mid-evening ─ from his 'socializing', we will be watching more typical T.V. entertainment.

We had another sunny day, so at 2:29 p.m. I was out in the backyard in my cut-offs to begin 1¼ hours of sunning. This stretch of sunny days will undoubtedly be the last this year in which I will be able to do any sunning like this.

It is nearly 7:30 p.m. right now, and my wife has but once emerged from her bedroom. Clearly, she parties far, far too much.

Emotional Vulnerability

Was it COVID that turned Liberal men into emasculated marshmallows?

Yesterday I had a very pleasant ─ exciting ─ dream. Unfortunately, I now cannot remember if it occurred overnight, or in my early afternoon nap. Nor can I recall much by way of detail.

Nevertheless, what I do recall is being somewhere with a small group of probable strangers ─ perhaps we were standing and listening to someone making a speech. 

Whatever the context, a lass next to me who was of average looks but with an appealing enough physique was sort of resting an arm upon my shoulder.

How this was to develop now escapes me, but ultimately we became, I would imagine, a little flirtatious. 

Something else I cannot recall is if I was a younger version of myself, or if it was an incarnation of me in the present.  

What I do remember is that this relatively young lady moved in to kiss me ─ and from a dominant posture, I believe, for I think that her lips can down towards my own.

She apparently was generous with her moist tongue. She inserted it deep into my mouth, and almost in a delirium I helplessly nursed on its length with my own tongue and my lips, gently drawing upon her tongue and caressing it with my own.

In this process, she seemed to purse her lips forward until even they were inserted into my mouth for me to essentially softly nurse upon the entirety of her mouth's surroundings as well as her wet tongue.

I no longer have wet dreams, so this was not one of those. But in my dream that version of me experienced a prodigious erection of such girth that it was something that I can only wish for in my wildest of fantasies.  

I expect that the dream was born of the dearth in my life of any physical intimacy with the opposite sex for what is now approximately 9½ years. 

I prefer to speak no further about this, for it is too near to being painful.

Of lesser interest is my body weight over the past few days. I am perhaps just over five feet and 10½ inches in height, for context purposes.

On either Friday or Saturday prior to me having eaten anything that day, I registered possibly as much as 188 pounds. In the same condition yesterday, my weight scaled at around 184 - 185 pounds. And now today prior to having eaten aught, I was back again to at least 187 pounds.

I write of this for record purposes only.

Okay, last evening despite what I said was my intention in that day's blog post, I did not watch a movie ─ I ran out of time. Then after my younger brother showed up around 9:10 p.m. following his daily socializing somewhere, I used our Android TV Box to tune in an episode each of three of the T.V. series that we follow in common.

I led us off with an episode of Supergirl ─ in this case it was episode 15 ("Reality Bytes") of season five. The episode largely featured actress Nicole Maines in her role as the transsexual character Nia Nal (and the superhero Dreamer).      

I do not appreciate how heavily Marvel boosts homosexuality and transgenderism, but I can bear it. My brother, under the influence of his drink, becomes nearly insufferable with his self-righteous outbursts over it.

Somehow he never before clued in that the Nia Nal character was transgender. He passes out through so many episodes or is simply so otherwise drunkenly oblivious that none of this previously registered with him. 

I ─ as I expect he ─ have always found actress Nicole Maines to be sexually attractive. But not until I read into that Wikipedia link to her biography did I know that Nicole Maines actually was born male. In fact, Nicole lived as male right up until sometime in 2015 when the "gender-affirming surgery" was undergone to render Nicole as visually female.

I do not believe that I will reveal this about Nicole to my brother; instead I will just let him believe for the nonce that Nicole is merely playing a role ─ although Nicole may or may not be lesbian in his thinking.

If I was a young man and had gotten to know Nicole without first knowing of her transgenderism, I truly believe that Nicole could have seduced me even if she was still possessed of male 'equipment'. She is just too sexually attractive. And once aroused, I would have just surrendered to this amazing chameleon.

And that would thereafter leave me in a profound pickle emotionally, for I would not be able to distance myself from any 'woman' I became intimately involved with. 

Anyway, following Supergirl, I tuned in an episode of Lewis (the second part of season eight's finale "Beyond Good and Evil"), and then The Man in the High Castle (episode six "Kintsugi" of season two).

We actually topped off the night's viewing with an episode of The Conners (episode five "Peter Pan, The Backup Plan, Adventures in Babysitting and A River Runs Through It" of season four).

After my brother retired for the night and I was immersed in a few things here at my computer, my eldest stepson sought me out ─ and I am so damned glad that he did.

He had tried to transfer $400 into my chequing account to be put towards the monthly mortgage that is due to be debited on the 22nd, but which was thus far inadequate to meet that demand ─ my wife had 'stolen' $2,000 from the account to gamble away, and was only able to replace $1,500.

On top of that because of her, I was unable to make a minimum payment of $292 for a credit card with a due date of the 21st ─ a credit card whose balance is mainly the result of my wife's gambling vice.  

My stepson came to see me because he inadvertently doubled the transfer he meant to make, thereby placing $800 into my account.

Obviously we fell to talking. His mother apparently owes him a fair sum for money she borrowed and also gambled away.

The gist of our conversation was that he actually extended me $300 (above the $400 destined for the mortgage) so that I could make the credit card payment. As well, he suggested that I transfer the whole value of the mortgage to his account for safekeeping so that his mother would be unable to access it, and he will then transfer it back just in time for mortgage day.

So I made that transfer to him. Now we just have to hope that he does not meet with some dreadful mishap that makes accessing the money impossible.

I am quickly going to cover this morning's T.V. entertainment with my brother ─ again, made possible on T.V. through our Android TV Box.

I led us off with a 46-minute Children's Health Defence upload of just today to Rumble: ‘Good Morning CHD’ Episode 133: Transhumanism + Artificial Intelligence With Joe Allen. 

Joe Allen, today’s guest on “Good Morning CHD,” has mind-blowing information to share on transhumanism, hacking of our human DNA. How does the internet of bodies influence the narrative surrounding vaccination and use of mRNA technology? What is cyborg therapy and what threat does it pose for humanity? What Joe Allen discusses in this episode will leave viewers speechless.

The hostess performing the interview was an exceptionally cute ─ beautiful ─ young lady named Claire Dooley.

That video was followed by a TrialSiteNews 58-minute upload also of today to Rumble: Uncensored: WHO's naked power grab and vaccine sociopaths. 

In this must watch episode of Uncensored, Shabnam Palesa Mohamed engages in a riveting conversation with the incisive Dr Aaron Kheriaty, psychiatric physician, multi-platform writer, and author of The New Abnormal - The Rise of The Bio-Medical Security State.

Dr Kheriaty

Shares with Trialsite News the courageous motivation behind the court case launched by him together with Prof. Jay Bhattacharya and Dr Martin Kuldorff, in which they challenge being censored by social media tech giants about everything C19, but in particular vaccine injuries.

Reveals the latest developments and shocking injury and death findings in the PHMPT court case against Pfizer, instituted for the release of clinical and safety data Pfizer tried to hide for 75 years.

States that "science is incompatible with censorship", and calls those defending Big Pharma liability for vaccine injuries and so called 'sudden adult death syndrome' "sociopathic."

Issues a bold statement against the World Health Organisation: Its proposed and dystopian global pandemic treaty is nothing but a "naked power grab", driven by rampant conflicts of interest.

Talks about his new book The New Abnormal - The Rise of The Bio-Medical Security State, which analyses the dangers of vaccine IDs, state-corporate surveillance, the social credit system, and the World Economic Forum agenda. Pre-orders are open in October via Amazon.

We finished up our morning viewing with Dr. Joseph Mercola's August 2nd 51-minute upload to BitChute: The Rise of the New Normal Reich- Interview with C.J. Hopkins and Dr. Mercola.

While the initial hysteria over COVID-19, what C.J. Hopkins refers to as the Covidian cult — or the magic spell that fell over the majority of populations throughout the world during the initial phases of the pandemic — is largely over, the next phase — the new normal project — is ramping up.

I recently interviewed C.J. Hopkins, an award-winning American playwright, novelist and political satirist based in Berlin, about his new book, “The Rise of the New Normal Reich”.

While the initial hysteria over COVID-19, what Hopkins refers to as the Covidian cult, is largely over, the next phase — the new normal project — is ramping up.

Measures of totalitarian control and the normalization of the pathologization of society, including wearing masks and segregating people based on injection status, are being normalized around the world.

When the Soviet Union collapsed in the early 1990s, it gave rise to global capitalism; since this time, GloboCap has been engaging in “clear and hold,” a military term that refers to surveying a territory and wiping out any remaining pockets of resistance so you can maintain control.

In the past, totalitarian regimes used drastic and obvious shows of control, putting people into concentration camps; today’s ruling establishment is far more subtle in its tactics, but possibly even more dangerous, using tools like censorship and attacks on credibility to wipe out dissent.

This brought us into the noon hour, so my brother sought some bed rest, and I soon enough followed suit in pursuit of a nap. He was gone for the day when I thereafter rose.

Since the day was flawlessly sunny with a pleasant enough cool breeze, at 2:07 p.m. I was out in the backyard in just a pair of cut-offs to sun for a bit over 1¼ hours.

I have an early six-or-so-mile walk planned for overnight that requires me to be getting up at 2 a.m. in order for me to try and be on my way by 2:15 a.m., so I will not be sitting up late this evening.