One for Sorrow

Last evening's T.V. entertainment (via our Android TV Box) following my younger brother's arrival home early into the latter evening was comprised first by an episode of Imposters ─ episode eight ("In the Game") of season one; and then Lewis ─ both parts of the first episode ("One For Sorrow") of series (or season) nine. 

We capped off the night with an episode of The Kominsky Method ─ episode three ("Chapter 19. And It's Getting More and More Absurd") of season three.

When we got together this morning for some further T.V., all my brother felt that he had time for was yesterday's 1½-hour (1:31:49) effort by Librti.com warrior Odessa Orlewicz: How An HVAC Company Owner & A Hospital Employee Became Canadian Whistleblowers Who Were Interogatted & Thrown In Mental Wards And Drugged.

This seems like a bizarre movie. How a Canadian HVAC Installer, an accountant , and a hospital worker blew the whistle on a crime regarding our Public Health Agencies. As they were about to go into to court with their evidence they were swarmed, dragged into RCMP cars, and then dropped off at a mental ward where one of them was drugged and the other one (the daughter) was put in isolation with no bra or underwear. Not one, not 2, but 3 separate people explain what happened and have the court papers to prove their case was filed and all of the back and forth. They were released with the help of an accountant and doctor. 

The video will also be available at Rumble and BitChute, but as yet it has not been uploaded. 

Incidentally, the HVAC installer was Dale Richardson, and his adult daughter was Kaysha Dery; the accountant was Robert Cannon.

I am getting so damned sick of RCMP weaklings who will not use their own reason, but blindly follow whatever commands they are issued because "they are just obeying orders". This disgusts me no bloody end. I have no respect for the mindless goons.

My wife texted me during the video to say that she was transferring back $150 to the chequing account she has been pillaging. However, by my reckoning, she still owes the account $4,160 ─ and I can see no way in which she can pay it all back. Yet she keeps taking more.

She also texted that she wanted me to check out Air Canada flights to Rome! She has a sister who lives in Italy. 

I never responded back after doing some initial research because my wife has utterly no business in thinking about flying off on some ridiculous holiday when I am shackled here with the volume of debt she has buried me under.

After my younger brother left for the day to 'socialize' and I had a short nap, I sat out in the backyard while attired in just a pair of cutoffs, for the day was sunny and exceptionally warm. I cannot recall the last year in which I could sun in October, yet more such days are still before me this month.

Nevertheless, my mood was not good as I mulled my situation. I often feel myself to have lost any desire to exist any longer. This translates into any Resurrection Judgment ─ I would just prefer not to be resurrected at all. If I am to die with my life having become this miserable disappointment, then there is no point in judging me ─ just destroy whatever is my essence whilst I am dead and thereby eternally obliterate me.

I am so wretchedly guilty of every possible failing that I just do not want further consciousness following my death in this world. I give up. 

You win.