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I am an obscure great-great-grandson of Oscar Adolphe Barcelo & Eugenie Beaudry of MontrΓ©al.

And I am an equally obscure great-grandson of George Henry Leandre Barcelo & Sarah Anne Bird of Winnipeg (Manitoba) and Langdon (North Dakota).

Tuesday, 20 September 2022

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.

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