Baffled

 

How about you? Are you as baffled as all of those supposed medical experts?

Once again, despite closing a previous day's post by declaring my intention to undertake some enterprise, I failed to follow through.

I had said yesterday that I was going to at least have a bit of a walk early last evening despite snow ─ by then, possibly four inches. Yet I remained home.

Part of the issue was how long it took me to finish blogging ─ it took me too deep into my early evening. But I was also flummoxed by having both of my stepsons home ─ I do not care to have my outings privy to anyone. I do not drive, so I feel practically second class, and thus would rather no one knew of my excursions.

As well, readying for such outings is for me time consuming if I am potentially going to be visiting a public place such as a store. With both of my stepsons home, my secretive preparations might well involve bathroom grooming that becomes denied because one of my stepsons will have usurped that room for an extensive period of time.

So I went nowhere. Confessedly, I was also daunted by the weather and some relative safety risk with the driving conditions that would be challenging certain of the motorists out there.

As it was soon enough to happen, my younger brother showed up unexpectedly early following his daily socializing, so we got quite a jump on our evening television (as made possible by our Android TV Box).

One of the shows we watched was the very first episode of the old British T.V. series Z-Cars ─ "Four of a Kind" was available on YouTube in four parts that fortunately played in consecutive order. 

I was left keenly wanting to watch as many of the episodes as have not been lost ─ Wikipedia lists them in its article List of Z-Cars episodes ─ but I have become immediately stymied because even though the second episode ("Limping Rabbit") reportedly exists, I can find no trace of it online anywhere.

YouTube has a few of the episodes ─ I haven't tried to count them, but I would be surprised if there were as many as a dozen; so but it appears that the most a prospective fan can ever get is the merest taste of the old series, even though "about 40% of the total 801 episodes are preserved." 

Still, it is very possible that there are other sources for much later episodes than those from the early 1960s.

I am pleased to report that my wife arrived home safely and sensibly into that latter evening. She has had today off work.

After my brother and I finished with T.V. well into the midnight hour, I acted upon an earlier notion that I had hit upon and geared up to do some driveway snow shovelling ─ by this time there may have been as much as five inches.

Alas, even though temperatures had become remarkably mild, my lower back would only allow me to shovel something under half of the double driveway ─ that portion nearest the dual car port.

Certainly, I could have rested for a time and then tackled more. But by the point where I gave up, it was already approaching 1:30 a.m., and wasting time to rest up would only keep me up until ... what, 3 a.m.?

So I called it a night.

My brother actually felt inspired late this morning to apply his hand at shovelling, by which time the snow may only have been little more than three inches deep ─ it seems to have settled overnight. When I had shovelled, the snow was almost sopping wet ─ it was dreadfully wet.

Anyway, he was able to complete what I had left, and he even worked on some of the public sidewalk that I suppose we are responsible for.

I am sure that I was not his full inspiration ─ he was undoubtedly also motivated by the news that temperatures are due to drop below freezing tonight, and that will render the snow extremely difficult to shovel. Much will in fact be ice frozen to the pavement.

Before he got that driveway exercise, we had watched a 50-minute upload to Rumble yesterday by Children's Health Defense Canada: Dr. Peter Breggin on The Weaponization of Mental Health Edicts.

Dr. Peter Breggin has always been a controversial figure in mental health challenging the practices that are used to harm people instead of healing them.

In this conversation we talk about such measure and particularly the ones being used now to enslave the human population.

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I have come to be a huge fan of beautiful interviewer Sherry Strong.

I also tuned in an episode of The Corbett Report at BitChute, before returning to Rumble to watch an upload yesterday by TheLastAmericanVagabond (Ryan Dawson) of 1½ hours' duration (1:31:18): Study Finds "Anti-Vax Fear Mongering" Responsible For COVID Jab Side Effects & Arrested For FB Post.

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Ryan did an absolutely superb job of dissecting the deceptive study, but the deluded will never be swayed from their blind adherence to the mainstream narrative. I have no idea what can be done about this wilful ignorance.

My brother never watched the video ─ he opted to go outside to shovel snow early into it.

We had some sunshine today ─ quite a lot, actually; but it did rather cloud over as the afternoon advanced. And as I said, it is going to freeze, so the snow and its melt will be turning into ice.

Nonetheless, he rested up and then went off quite early in the afternoon for the remainder of the day to once again socialize. However, he did have some of the lunch my wife was busy preparing.

She has been home the day, apart from going out in the latter morning to do some grocery shopping and whatever other errand(s). Neither of my stepsons worked today ─ the eldest took it off due to the weather, whereas the youngest usually has Wednesdays off (he did have to participate in a video conference call from roughly 9:30 - 10:30 a.m.).

I had my usual morning tool shed exercises ─ primarily six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups that saw me continue to open with four repetitions, followed by two repetitions in the remaining sets.

I feel as if I should have an early a.m. walk overnight, but that would require me to get to bed relatively early, and I am loath to do that with my wife home. It feels anti-social. Therefore, I believe that I will remain up this evening to watch shows with my brother once he is back home.

And with that voiced, I am going to close this post.

Emergency Broadcast?

 

And that is exactly where we are today!

As was expressed at the conclusion of yesterday's post, I ventured off into the cold dark ─ it was at least 7:40 p.m. ─ to withdraw $1,000 of my monthly pension that had arrived into my chequing account that day. My banking institution's ATM is not quite a mile from here.

I was distinctly surprised by just how cold it was out there, yet so many people were outdoors. I don't know if my body temperature was already low before I left, or if our home environment is unduly cool, but it was extremely unpleasant experiencing the night as I was.

I had originally considered that I might stop at the nearby elementary school playground to do six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups, but that became unthinkable. Despite the CLC Subcontractor Gloves I was wearing, before I had even walked a block from home I had to put my metal flashlight into my bomber-style jacket pocket because the flashlight was chilling my hand too seriously.

I only needed the light briefly while negotiating parts of the very short alleyway beside our home that leads from our cul-de-sac to the main avenue.

When I reached the ATM, my thinking was programmed for that attempt at a $1,000 withdrawal ─ I had never before withdrawn that much, and thus I was unsure if it was possible. Years ago when I first got an ATM debit card, the limit was $200 ─ that was probably back in the 1980s.

Before leaving home I had paid four bills online with my chequing account, so the balance was down to something over $1,700. The notion had been present to attempt a $1,200 withdrawal, but I had settled upon the $1,000 for this occasion just to learn if the transaction would be possible.

Well, when I indicated my withdrawal intention, the screen posted that I was going to have a $2,000 maximum limit ─ so I could have withdrawn the $1,200. However, I was still blinkered by the $1,000 attempt that had been in my mind all along, and that was what I automatically punched in on the keyboard.

My cash was dispensed in $50 bills; but due to the public exposure, I did not risk trying to count out all 20 of those bills. When I was home later, I found that everything was there.

There is an automatic debit on the account that is due for December 3 amounting to almost $210, so I need to have a comfortable cushion present that is well above that figure because around the same time I have a couple of automatic charitable donation debits that also take place that are around $35 or $40 each.

There are possible other lesser debits that I am unsure of ─ things like interest charges and so forth for one thing or another.

The only reason I wanted to withdraw the $1,000 was because I did not wish to tempt my gambling-addicted absentee wife. If she happened to be partying last night and ended up in a casino, it would be nothing for her to take $1,500 of my pension just to blow.

Anyway, it was good to get back home safely with the cash.

My wife never did come home last night (she has not been home since she left for work mid-afternoon on Saturday), but this is typical.

This morning when my younger brother left to pick up his girlfriend Bev at 10 a.m. to drive her to work, I went out to our backyard tool shed to perform the usual pull-ups and chin-ups, first weighing myself dressed exactly as I would be while exercising ─ I was topping 190 pounds.

As planned, I managed four repetitions in the first set, and two in each of the remaining five sets. My wife actually texted me while I was out there to report that she had withdrawn $400 to pay her "insurance" ─ she was on her way to work at the Thai restaurant where she has part-time employment. 

Obviously that will leave my account with something over $300, so I will have to impress upon her after she is home tonight (she has tomorrow off work, and generally spends the day at home) that I need that money remaining in the account because of the $210 debit set for December 3rd.

I do not mind her making a sensible withdrawal to pay some urgent bill. The ones I abhor are those that occur late at night ─ even into the early a.m. ─ for a grand or more when there is no plausible reason for such debits and transfers to be taking place that are for other than gambling. She would hardly be paying bills at that time of the night.

So I just have to hope that she comes home sensibly in the evening, and does not dally after work and is still not home when my brother and I quit T.V. for the night and go to our beds. Even though the account just holds something over $300, it would be nothing for her to take all $300 and leave me the remainder.

I am going to change topics.

My brother and I watched our usual television together this morning, made possible by our Android TV Box. However, I am only going to mention two of the videos.

The first was an upload to Rumble yesterday by Christopher James Pritchard (A Warrior Calls): Emergency Broadcast People of Canada.

Frankly, Christopher does not make a damned thing clear. My brother feels the same ─ we keep hearing the same mantras, but mantras do not explain anything whatsoever. 

For example, one of the key three or four universal declarations that any man or woman in this world is supposed to be able to make that will confound our 'legal' courts is: WHO CLAIMS "i" PROPERTY?

What does that phrase have to do with anything at all? Try pulling that in a court in North Korea, China, Russia, or some Muslim country.  

I haven't the time to belabour this.

The only other video we sat through was 56 minutes in duration and uploaded to Rumble yesterday by the StewPetersNetwork: Died Suddenly Goes GLOBAL! Time For NUREMBERG TRIALS! Vaxxed Pilot Drops Dead On Take Off.

Why are so few doctors speaking out? We can only guess.
But one thing is clear: Doctor Thorp is a hero and if we even had a hundred doctors like him, these deadly shots would be stopped in their tracks.

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We want a second Nuremberg tribunal. We want the people responsible for this calamity identified and put on the docket.

Last week, we got a powerful reminder of what this disaster looks like. On November 19, Captain Patrick Ford was at the controls of an American Eagle Envoy flight from Chicago to Columbus, Ohio when he “died suddenly.”

I like Stew ─ I also happen to like Christopher James Pritchard, but I wish that he would make a detailed explanation of what the heck he keeps going on about. He seems to just want us to parrot what he says, and that is all we need to know.

Oh, shoot ─ I said I didn't intend to get into that topic. 

I am going to quit this post, for I believe that I am going to try and get out early this evening ─ possibly to visit the government liquor store that is a four-mile round trip hike from here. My evening is already upon me.

When I had my early afternoon nap, rising around 1:15 p.m., I discovered that it was snowing, and the ground was already basically white. The flakes may be small, but they are coming steadily, and we might have two inches of the stuff piled up now.

It is perfectly possible that I will end up just going for a walk ─ the liquor store might be more of an adventure than I care to be undertaking.

We shall see.

Goodbye, Morse

 

Well, I sure don't like it!

After my younger brother was home last evening following his daily socializing, we finally watched the very last episode of Inspector Morse. For best reason, it was titled The Remorseful Day (that link should lead to the full episode at YouTube), for Inspector Morse meets his Maker at its conclusion.

I never watched Inspector Morse or similar shows when I was younger ─ I wanted main characters who were physically indomitable. I hated cerebral protagonists and the shows featuring them because there was so damned little action.

But after I became a senior, I came to appreciate these thinking characters who were more realistic, and were not virtually indestructible like the 'heroes' the viewer never had to worry about ─ they were never going to be killed by the bad guys, no matter how impossible the situation.

I wish that more of actor John Thaw's early work was available to watch online, for some of it is lost. And at least one of his series ─ Mitch, a one-season 1984 series ─ doesn't seem to be reproduced online anywhere, so forget even earlier one's such as 1966's Bat Out of Hell.

Nevertheless, I shall do my best to fill the void with whatever John Thaw material I can dredge up.

By the way, despite yesterday's sunny day, we had rain in the evening. Yet today was sunny and cold again. The T.V. news continues to claim that we may be getting some snow ─ maybe even tonight. 

And onto another topic, my monthly pension arrived today, so I feel as if I ought to get out this evening and withdraw a substantial portion of it in case my gambling-addicted wife gets caught up with the bug later this evening, wherever she is. She hasn't been home since mid-afternoon Saturday.

She may be working today at one of her Thai friends' restaurants, but her friends love to party afterwards, and my wife is a weakling who will do as bidden. Then once she is under the influence, it's off to the casino to blow whatever of her own money she has, and then my pension when she next searches for access to more money.

It is exasperating.

My early evening is already upon me, so I am mulling over the walk. My banking institution's nearest ATM is nearly a mile from here, but I would rather perform the errand after the rush hour traffic is entirely over with.

I do not drive, so I am not exactly perfectly at ease about walking home in the dark with a grand or more of cash on me. I will not go unprotected, however.

I would even prefer to get up at 2 a.m. for one of my 5½-or-more-mile nighttime walks and make the withdrawal around 2:45 - 3 a.m.; but if my wife is astray, then it would be too late by then.

For now, though, I wish to return to the topic of T.V., and a couple of the shows that my brother and I watched this morning via our Android TV Box.

I led us off with an upload of three days ago to Rumble by Children's Health Defense Canada ─ the video interview was just over 1¼ hours (1:16:50) in length: Glen Jung of Bright Light News - A Call of Duty to Get the Truth Out.

Glen Jung (aka Gord Parks) is the humble founder and citizen journalist of Bright Light News. He is a teacher and homeopath who became a journalist in 2020 when our captured government funded media was not only parroting propaganda but failed to conduct proper journalism censoring any opinion that was outside the approved Covid 'pandemic' messaging.

This is one of my favourite interviews because not only does Glen share his personal story but the wisdom born out of facing challenging times and the courage to be part of the solution fighting for our freedoms.

You can check out his work at; www.BrightLightNews.com which is a non-partisan, independent media organization shining a light on the science and data of COVID-19. We provide you with information to investigate and arrive at your own conclusions. Please support his work by donating and sharing his amazing work.

I followed that video with another Rumble upload, this time from five days ago, and by Laura-Lynn Tyler Thompson ─ it was just over an hour long (1:01:39): Time to Stand Against Tyrannical Bill 36. 

Dr. William Makis will join us to talk about the BC Governments intent to pass Bill 36.

Here is what Adrian Dix had to say about this bill "If a healthcare professional gives misinformation to a patient such as 'speaking against the vaccines,' this Bill now implements a duty to report that healthcare professional as a risk to the public."

Bill 36 will give the BC Minister of Health the ability to appoint College Boards who are then required to pass bylaws mandating vaccines for any illness the government chooses as a condition of license, and creating an environment of censorship where if you challenge the government’s position on anything you will face discipline and potentially lose your license. It also allows the College to determine who has good character and who doesn’t and to define informed consent. This is legislation you would typically see in a communist or a police state, not in a democracy.

We watched something else, but I am not going to bother mentioning it.

My brother left for a relatively short time in the morning to pick up his girlfriend Bev at 10 a.m. to drive her to work, so I had the opportunity for some exercise ─ mostly six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups ─ out in the backyard tool shed.

I first weighed myself exactly dressed as I would be out there ─ I think that I was down to about 191 pounds. So yet again, I managed an opening set of four pull-ups, and two repetitions in the remaining sets.

I honestly have no idea how I would have fared 30 years ago when I was in my early 40s and for the first time managed to achieve 21 pull-ups. My (naked at home) body poundage was probably in the lower half of the 180s, and I was dressed minimally, for the weather was warm and I was cycling, I believe.

Also, I used a bar of regulation thickness ─ not the quite wide sides of a ladder to a children's old slide that I have spread across some of the shed's rafters. The sides of that old slide are much too wide for me to wrap a hand around ─ I can only cup my hand over it, so the grip slowly slips. 

Actually, attempting to perform a fifth pull-up is running the risk of slipping off. Since I have to stand upon a chair to reach the slide, I would absolutely hate for my hands to slip off the side of the ladder and have me plummet onto the chair and then the floor ─ I am 73 years old, after all. I already have all of the bodily damage I care to ever have.  

Perhaps I will close my post here. I will finish by saying that I am going to miss John Thaw's Morse now that my brother and I have watched every episode, as well as every episode of Lewis. We have also seen all aired episodes of Endeavour ─ fortunately, though, Wikipedia claims that one remaining ninth season of just three episodes will air sometime in 2023.

I have just heard on the radio that it will drop to at least -4º Celsius (24.8 Fahrenheit) overnight, and some indeterminate amounts of snow can be expected tomorrow.

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Sometimes Your Freedom Is Not Taken Away at Gunpoint

The rest of the usual quote goes: "Never allow the government—or anyone else—to tell you what you can or cannot believe or what you can and cannot say or what your conscience tells you to have to do or not do."

My Christmas movie selection early last evening was 2015's Northpole: Open for Christmas. That IMDb link yields a clip of the movie far sharper than the video source that I was able to locate via our Android TV Box ─ the quality was very poor. At least a couple of the superior links that I did find were dubbed in another language, so I discounted those as sources.

I was in bad shape emotionally when I went movie hunting, so I was looking for an emotional meltdown. And this movie did not appear that it would be providing what I was after ─ the movie was clearly targeted for children.

However, thanks to the last of the golden rum I imbibed from the bottle that I bought last Monday, I was eventually able to tap into my sorry life experiences and had myself a good breakdown.

Young actress Bailee Madison has certainly gotten a lot of roles in her relatively short life, and to me she always seems of a type ─ an unnaturally buoyant and guileless personality. However, in this movie as one of Santa's troubleshooting elves sent to help a businesswoman (played by Lorie Loughlin) find her fullest Christmas spirit, I had to get over being annoyed by her endless bubbling and smiling positivism. She practically skipped everywhere, too ─ her bounce was a little more than what I wanted to be subjected to.

But who can be made at Bailee?

I did not know this until I began work on this post, but Bailee's elf character (Clementine) was introduced in a predecessor Christmas movie from 2014 titled Northpole. 

I'm not going to seek it out to watch ─ certainly not this Christmas period, anyway.

It has been so long since I have watched Lori Loughlin in anything that I am unsure if I would have recognized her if I had not seen her listed in the opening credits. Nevertheless, she was so darned attractive in relation to her potential love interest played by actor Dermot Mulroney that it just didn't quite work for me ─ he appeared to me to be much older than her, even though the actor only has about nine months on her.

What a dreadful photo of Lori in Wikipedia! Did they use it to deliberately further smear her as a result of that wee legal issue that she ended up spending two months in prison for?

That bottle of rum that I finished was 750 millilitres, but it only lasted me long enough to watch four different Christmas movies. Considering that I paid something like $21.99 for it with taxes over that, each of those supposedly free movies actually cost me over $5.50 apiece!

I am not going to replace the bottle ─ I cannot afford that much indulgence.

Anyway, after my younger brother was home later that evening from his daily socializing, I had something different lined up for us to watch ─ last year's 1½-hour Kingdom: Ashin of the North.

We both had previously watched the South Korean T.V. series Kingdom independent of one another, so it seemed fitting to watch this final 'kick at the can'. I ensured that the source I selected was dubbed in English, and there were several of them. However, for some bizarre reason, the couple or so of them that I tried did not have any of the text translated into English, and lots of the movie had explanatory Korean text appearing throughout the movie to inform the viewer about events, time passages, places, and so forth. 

We benefited from none of this, and thus effectively watched the movie in a vacuum of any detail concerning what was taking place.

I had been thinking that Kingdom: Ashin of the North was the finish of the series (thus my 'kick at the can' reference above), for I read somewhere that the episodes were simply far too expensive to continue with. However, I have just found a September 23, 2022, article at MovieWeb.com that claims that there is going to be a third season coming; and Wikipedia claims that there is also to be another special long episode: "A second special episode on the Crown Prince is reported to be in the works and scheduled for release in 2023."

All great news.

As for the character Ashin as played by actress Jun Ji-hyun ─ what a merciless killer she had become! It is difficult for me to imagine how anyone could care to keep living who has such a joyless attitude about life and her fellow human beings. 

The movie or feature seemed to dispel whatever maudlin mindset that held sway over me earlier, and I became more stable. And even though I drank a further two cans of the strong (8% alcohol) malt that I seek to keep in stock, and finally got to bed around 12:30 a.m., I set my cellphone alarm for 4:30 a.m. so that I could rise early for some grocery shopping at the nearby Save-On-Foods that opens at 7 a.m. ─ I intended to preface the shopping with a good walk. 

When my alarm sounded, I felt more ill slept than usual when I rise early like this. And when I went downstairs to boil water for a black instant coffee, one of my two stepsons was at the computer in the boys' den area ─ I suspected that it was the eldest lad, the 28-year-old.

I wanted to be on my way ahead of 6 a.m., and I managed this successfully ─ possibly by nearly 10 minutes. By that time, whomever had been resisting his bed had finally retired to it.

It was dark and clear-skied out, with more stars than tends to be usual for the night pollution hereabouts.

As always, early into my walk I essayed six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups at an elementary school playground early into my walk, and I had weighed myself before leaving home while I was dressed exactly as I would be for the exercising ─ I was around 197 pounds.

Believe me, it was a struggle managing four repetitions in the first set, for I am now accepting that as my new norm after having previously attained that many on three consecutive occasions. The equipment was perfectly dry, but damned cold. I exercised bare-handed regardless.

I also managed the usual two repetitions in each of the subsequent five sets; but again, I had to writhe my whole body to achieve them, much as some swimmer moving underwater. Sometimes some foot-fluttering was even required for effecting higher elevation.

I wish there was a regulation chin-up bar to use. The narrow bars at the playground are just too difficult to use. In terms of four repetitions, by the time I am halfway through them, my grip is loosening, and the last repetition is almost being performed with just my fingers cupped over the slim bar.   

Nonetheless, once all are done, I always feel quite invigorated. I needed that this early a.m. because it was very chilly with a bit of a cold wind blowing.

I live in north Surrey, and my plan to extend my walk and use up time was to follow the trail at 140th Street & 100th Avenue (Google Map), working my way through the Green Timbers Urban Forest to where a trail comes out near Green Timbers Way & 96th Avenue (Google Map).

Well, it was still entirely dark when I got to the start of the trail. Even so, I ventured down it for some ways, and then decided that I ought to go back because it was just too dark to see without a flashlight. I did have one, but I don't like using it ─ I mostly bring it for protection because it is also a stun gun. To use the flashlight for the full distance of the trail would likely deplete the battery power such that there would not be sufficient charge remaining for activation of the stun effect.

So I started back, but I then saw that someone was rapidly advancing down the same trail, and who was using a light. Who other than me is stupid enough to be walking a forest trail in the dark?

I did not care for this coincidence at all ─ my suspicion was that it was someone who had witnessed me go down the trail without a light, and was now in pursuit. As I said, this person was moving quite fast. And even if he was entirely innocuous, it was always possible that it was someone walking an unpleasant dog.

I felt compelled to return my attention to forging ahead on the trail, and walking with a very fast pace. I even considered a little jogging, but withheld myself. At times, I used my flashlight when there was something suspiciously dark on the trail ─ at one point I encountered a dead tree that had fallen across the trail, breaking up in the process. Without my light, I would have had a bad experience there.

I succeeded in losing sight of my follower; and by the time I was halfway along the route, the Eastern sky was lightening enough that I could quite easily see the trail. The surface of the trail is not dirt ─ it is a type of very fine pea gravel, I suppose. Thus, it is lighter than its surroundings and relatively easy to follow in mere gloom.

There was nothing much else warranting any mention, and I got my shopping done with cash and was likely home by 8 a.m. To my bit of surprise, the same stepson seemed to be up again and back at the computer.

Once all was put away and I had come upstairs, I did not waste too much time before returning to bed because my bedroom was quite cold due to an open window; and in addition my eyes were manifesting the deficit of sleep that they had enjoyed overnight.

I have to declare that I very much enjoyed my time abed thereafter. And when I got a little further sleep, and saw that it was a little after 9 a.m. as I lay semi-conscious and luxuriating in the comfort of bed, I decided that I could hear the T.V. on downstairs ─ only my brother would be watching it. We had not watched anything together yesterday morning, so I wanted to give him the opportunity of resuming our usual morning routine.

I went downstairs and fixed up a proper instant coffee with the works this time, and soon enough got his invitation to put our Android TV Box into play.

We were to only watch two videos, for a little after 11 a.m. he wanted to return to his bedroom to rest up for a short time ere getting away early into the noon hour to hook up with his girlfriend Bev and probably head over to a pub to begin watching NFL games. 

The first video was something under a half hour in length, and was an upload on Friday to Rumble by Christopher James Pritchard (A Warrior Calls): AI Dominion Games Ep 5: Combat Sportsbook Murders.

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I honestly cannot see that there is anything to this theory proposed by David Hawkins, but I know nothing of what he is speaking about.

The second video was also a Friday upload to Rumble, this time for 55 minutes and by the Children's Health Defense: Financial Crimes, COVID + Con Artists With Whitney Webb + Dr. Jessica Rose.

The episode covered a lot, but primarily seemed to focus on the recent FTX collapse, and the primary personalities involved.

My brother was to leave for the day before I had yet sought another needed nap, which I did quite late into the noon hour. I think that I was probably down for a little over an hour, but I definitely napped again.

The day has been sunny, and we are in for a stretch of increasingly cold weather over the next four or so days that may well result in some snow. Anyone out after dark is going to be finding it especially frigid.

I still have to make a post in my private blog, but I am first going to have a bath and give my eyes a break.

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Unmerry Matrimony

While my younger brother was still away and engaged in his daily socializing early yesterday evening, I watched a Christmas movie that I had only gotten just over 11 minutes into the evening prior to that. The movie was 2015's Merry Matrimony.

I had not been able to enjoy anything at all about the 11 minutes I had watched two evenings ago, but last evening I quite got into it, and drank at least five ounces of golden rum during it.

Despite lead actress Jessica Lowndes having quite a list of acting credits, I was unfamiliar with her name, and neither could I say that she was visually familiar to me.

Her handsome love interest ─ played by actor Christopher Russell ─ was a character I had no trouble liking. And the actor was a fairly imposing figure, seemingly well-built. In looks, he somewhat reminded me of a much younger Kevin Sorbo of Hercules: The Legendary Journeys fame. 

I found myself rather attracted to supporting actress Farrah Aviva, incidentally.

Anyway, yes, the movie was enjoyable enough that I had my emotions tweaked enough to evoke tears. What happens in such movies is that I juxtapose my own past experiences with some elements of the story plot. As well, I become deeply sorrowful that my life can never have the sort of romantic idealism displayed by the central characters, for my own marriage is a lost cause, and I am too old now to ever know the intense love that I have longed for ever since I was a teen.

Later in the evening I was to drink two cans of the strong (8% alcohol) malt that I try to keep in stock, so I was nicely under the influence by the time my brother and I called an end to T.V. for the night.

I never did hear my wife come home ─ or at least, I do not recall hearing her. She and I have separate bedrooms. Even so, it was probably long after 1 a.m. when I got to bed, so she had to have been partying again ─ and maybe gambling at the casino near where she works.

This morning I never watched any T.V. with my brother. He first immersed himself into some 2022 FIFA World Cup competition, and then it sounded like he was watching football ─ the CFL is done for the year, so it had to be NFL competition. 

This was disappointing for me, but at least it gave me the chance to first work on the post that I have slowly progressing at one of my two hosted websites; and then I mostly finished a post in my private blog, the central feature of which was the reproduction of a journal entry that I wrote exactly 41 years ago that was over a page in length ─ and that page had no paragraph breaks! Thus, it took awhile to type it out into the blog post where I did make the missing breaks.

I wanted to try and nap before my wife rose for the day, so I returned to bed near noon, I believe. But although I was able to nap, I found myself beset during it with a vague headache. I have no doubt that my alcohol consumption last evening on top of the computer screen strain of this morning were the cause. 

My brother never sought some bed rest until around 1:30 p.m., but he was not in his bedroom for too very long before he left for the day to once again engage his daily socializing.

My wife had to work in the afternoon ─ the Thai restaurant opens at either 4 or 4:30 p.m. after closing for 1 - 1½ hours, so she had to get away on the fairly long drive shortly after 3 p.m. It was raining, although not heavily. However, it has gotten remarkably chilly today. If this keeps up, snow cannot be far off.

She did some cooking for us before she left. And it seems that she is still determined to leave us sometime around mid-January to fly off to Italy ─ Rome, I expect ─ to visit a sister of hers who lives there. After a month or more there, she then wants to fly to Thailand to visit her mother and other family and friends at her home village.

In all, she plans to be away for around two months.

I full well understand that our marriage has crashed, but I am already missing her. I am feeling maudlin. She will not likely be home following her shift this evening until Monday or evening early a.m. Tuesday, for she spends her free time elsewhere.

With the darkness that now arrives before the afternoon is done, it has become gusty out ─ stormy, almost.

It matches my mood. In fact, despite the vague headache that I still have that may or may not be largely attributable to last evening's drinking, I feel inclined to tune in another Christmas movie with which to imbibe in more rum and achieve a truly emotional state.

It bloody sucks to grow old.

Before I close this post, I want to mention that towards 10 a.m., I resorted to the backyard tool shed to tackle six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups to see if I could open with a set of four repetitions ─ and I did. This is the third consecutive such opening set, so it doth seem that my opening sets of just three repetitions may be over with. The other sets remain at two repetitions apiece.

When I weighed myself thereafter dressed exactly as I had been while performing the pull-ups, I was approximately 196 pounds. Since I am not quite five feet and 11 inches (177.8 centimetres) in height, and I am 73 years old, I suppose that this is a commendable enough showing.

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A Postivie Day

Early last evening I attempted to watch a Christmas movie while indulging in some golden rum, but I was too overcome with my afternoon conduct and how I had squandered that valuable time. Also, I had the beginnings of an aura presenting that would ultimately render it impossible for me to watch the movie. 

I decided to cancel out of the movie, pour the rum back into the bottle, and have a fast bath ─ this latter effectively eradicated the aura, fortunately.

And I might well have been to bed by 9:30 a.m. with my cellphone alarm set for 2 a.m. to get me up for my scheduled 5½-mile walk.

When my alarm sounded, I could hear my wife stirring about, clearly having recently arrived home after her full workday at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time. She undoubtedly had been partying and / or visiting the casino near to where she works. She actually told me two days ago that she wishes she could quit working where she does because the casino's proximity is irresistible to her as a gambling addict ─ and her workmates are a poor influence, often encouraging her to go there with them. 

As I dressed for my walk, I recognized that she was just then retiring to her bedroom ─ we have separate but adjacent bedrooms. I was not going to be held up at all from my walk by any conversation with her, for I like to leave no later than 2:15 a.m.

When I was set to go, I had to depart quietly because my eldest stepson was still up, probably seated at the dining table watching something on a tablet or laptop. 

I succeeded in getting away just ahead of 2:15 a.m., and was greeted by the faintest fine mist-like spray of a rain.

Due to being unable to use the short alleyway beside our house that leads from our cul-de-sac to the main avenue ─ a tenant whose back shed opens onto the alleyway had its door wide open and was mucking about with the area all lit up; he has a bloody annoying dog that treats passersby aggressively ─ I opted to add a little extra distance to my walk. At most, maybe a quarter mile.

As I walked, the fine spray increased in intensity. Nonetheless, it was not cold out, so I was not suffering. And so when I came to the elementary school playground where I generally stop early into these walks so that I can essay six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups, I wondered if I might be able to match a performance I had yesterday in our backyard tool shed that saw me open up a similar session of activity with four pull-ups ─ for the longest time, I have been limited to just three.

To my absolute delight, I was able to pull off four repetitions, as well as the usual two in the remaining sets. My denim jacket was getting fairly wet by this time, but I had a sweatshirt and tee-shirt beneath it. And this time, I was going to do my best to remember to weigh myself after my walk, exactly as I was dressed while doing the pull-ups.

My walk here in north Surrey was not too remarkable. I didn't plan on any jogging in the stretch of 100th Avenue between 140th and 148th Streets (Google Map) because when I last did so a week ago, I ended up with considerable pain on the inner side of my left knee ─ even a couple of days later, it still felt like a bone had cracked, but the pain would ease away if I remained mobile. It was only a problem whenever I stood up after sitting or lying down for a length of time. I would barely manage to put my weight on the knee, let alone do any walking.

Notwithstanding, and despite how crestfallen I had been in the prior early evening, I was feeling good on this walk ─ unusually so. I even did my best to try and commune with God. Consequently, I did do some very easy jogging along 100th Avenue, not trying to push myself.

The rain was true rain by this time ─ it was no longer even a steady spray. I was becoming rather wet. Yet after I was well on my way along 96th Avenue after departing from 148th Street and heading for Green Timbers Way (Google Map), the rain essentially stopped. This situation held for 1½ - two miles, by which time I was something under a mile from home.

By the way, where I turned right onto Green Timbers Way, there was the sound of a frog croaking loudly in the woods immediately there. It was a pleasant sound.

I felt good the entire walk, and my lively pace bore this out. By the time I was back home outside the locked front door, it was 4:10 a.m., so even with the little added distance at outset, I still managed to come in just under two hours.

Everyone had gone to bed ─ apparently even the idiot down the lane, so I did not have to make the same detour.

And I was back to bed by something like 4:52 a.m., if I am remembering accurately.

I enjoyed being abed thereafter ─ it felt truly good throughout, even when I was later awake and saw that it was around 8:15 a.m. Had I heard my brother already being up and watching T.V., I would have risen; but since things seemed quiet in the house, I decided to just enjoy my bed until at least 8:30 a.m. or even closer to 9 a.m.

He did rise soon enough, and around 8:40 a.m. went downstairs. I did not join him until after 8:50 a.m.

He is involved in a FIFA pool at the pub where he mainly drinks. I do not remember the details of the pool ─ only that his two un-chosen teams are the Netherlands and Australia. And as he was to find, the Netherlands were then playing Ecuador, so that game had to play to its 1 - 1 conclusion before I got possession of the T.V.

When I did get control, I used our Android TV Box to tune in some of Christopher James Pritchard's (A Warrior Calls) videos uploaded to Rumble today.

I will only mention two. The far shortest was Massive Corruption Welland Provincial Courthouse, and was actually an interview recorded on November 11 with "Susan", an unfortunate woman who this past Spring had attempted entry back into Canada from the States after driving all the way from, I believe, Florida.

She ended up with over $6,000 in fines from a corrupt and belligerent woman working for the Public Health Agency of Canada ─ if this is where the wretched "public health officers" hail from who infest places like border crossings and airports where they can terrorize Canadians who are neither fully 'vaccinated' nor who have no intention of submitting to COVID tests.

Christopher's help for people like "Susan" is exceptional ─ inspiring, even.

The video was actually supposed to be the second part of the far longer first part that we next watched: Corrupt Bar The Gig Is Up.

Sometimes I just about do believe that maybe Christopher is going to rally enough Canadians to bring Common Law to a courthouse where he can orchestrate that which is truly lawful, and not legal ─ a term that has no application to men and women who have no brook with the various 'service organizations' created by men that exist outside of the dominion over the Earth that God gave to mankind.

I need to give my eyes a rest from this computer screen, so I am going to wrap up this post. I still have to make two posts in my private blog ─ I will rush those. But first, I need some ease, so I am going to watch a Christmas movie on T.V. downstairs and have four or so ounces of that golden rum that I denied myself yesterday.

The morning was rainy, but things cleared up midday ─ or at least, the rain stopped. I even saw some traces of blue sky in the distance. 

I had a deep early afternoon nap, during which my brother finished resting up in his own bedroom and left for the day ─ first, to hook up with a drinking buddy somewhere to play pool. He might be especially plastered by the time he gets home later this evening (it is early evening now).

My wife had to work another full day today, and normally gets up around 9:45 a.m. to start readying. But this morning, she got up at 9:30 a.m. so that she could cook up a pasta dish to leave for everyone. 

Or did she get up at 9 a.m.? I forget now.

Anyway, she got away in the pouring rain in plenty of time to get through the fairly long drive to the restaurant for its 11 a.m. opening. I hope she can avoid partying after work this evening and instead sensibly come home.

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💀☠💀☠💀☠ On Losing a Family

As a result of afternoon misconduct, I have basically befouled my entire day.

This post will be quite short, but I want to mention having a conversation of sorts yesterday afternoon ─ or probably the early evening ─ with my wife, and in it I let her know that her youngest son (24 years old) advised that my younger brother and I should sell the house, and everyone can go their separate ways. 

I cannot recall if I also told her that he does not believe that she is ever going to change. She has always been a partier for as long as he can remember, he claimed.

Now, whether she may have had some drink in her or not, she was not adverse to this sale, even though it has been the only home she and her sons have had in Canada since the lads came here from Thailand in September 2008 to live with us.

When I allowed that if we did sell and I was finally free of debt, I intended to move far from here, she just said that she never could live anywhere remote ─ she has to be where the action is (my words). In other words, she is not amenable to moving away from her social life.

Thus, it appears that she is willing to surrender what marriage we have.

The way I feel, were I to move far off on my own, I expect that I would likely be dead within a year's time. I am too old to rebuild a life and thrive ─ I am 73. I believe that I would likely finally fall prey to suicide, if not misadventure.

My younger brother would be reluctant to move far away from his social world, as well. But possibly he might be desperate enough to avoid whatever calamity may be ahead in terms of what is happening in the world, Canada, and locally here in B.C.

Thus, he might make such a movie if it was in conjunction with me. But I would rather not have to live with his excessive drinking, so I have no idea at this time what choice I might make in that regard.

The whole conversation had me feeling quite down. But I do not know if that contributed to my downfall this afternoon.

I did watch a second Christmas movie late last afternoon and / or early evening ─ 2015's Just in Time for Christmas. I very much enjoyed it, especially since it was on a similar theme to the Christmas movie I had watched earlier that evening: Family for Christmas.

In the latter movie, the heroine flashed back 10 years to a past that she never lived, and got to experience what it would have been like had she made a different path choice. In Just in Time for Christmas, the heroine experienced the opposite ─ she was transported three years into the future and shown what would happen if she made a choice that she was about to make in the present.

The lead actress in Just in Time for Christmas was Eloise Mumford, a name unfamiliar to me, but she did seem possibly familiar in a very vague way. I have never seen any of the Fifty Shades movies, so this familiarity had nothing to do with those.

Whether or not I have seen her act before, she was definitely wonderful to watch, and was quite a lusty figure. Provided that the following three links remain valid, you can see three Winter photos of her taken in New York City, possibly very early in 2015 ─ the same year as the movie: photo 1; photo 2; photo 3. 

Such lovely legs on a lovely woman!

Anyway, my wife had to work a full day today, so she got up around 9:45 a.m. to shower and otherwise begin readying for her fairly long drive and long day ─ the Thai restaurant opens at 11 a.m.

As usual, my brother and I watched some morning T.V., beginning with Odessa Orlewicz's 20-minute video from yesterday: The Dystopian Nighmare Of British Columbia, Canada's Bill C36.

Copy and paste link below for your MLA and the stock letter to send in re: Bill 36 !! https://librti.com/item/say-no-to-bill-36-this-corresponds-with

A new law to throw caring doctors into jail and ruin them financially. Injections severy 3 months. No bodily sovereignty and no freedom of thought. Your doctor will be working for big brother soon and not for you, or they will be thrown in jail by a big brother panel.

Minister Adrian Dix deserves to be thrown out of office for a proposal such as this damned bill.

The EpochTimes.com published an article about it a couple of days ago: ‘Entirely Inappropriate’: BC Government’s Proposed Changes to Oversight of Regulated Health Professions Draws Criticism.

Another video ─ 56 minutes ─ that my brother and I watched was published two days ago at Rumble by Children's Health Defense Canada: Dr. Brian Hooker - Vaccine Schedule Corruption Exposed.

Bio
Dr. Brian S. Hooker, PhD, PE, is the Chief Scientific Officer of Children’s Health Defense, an organization committed to the best health for children in the U.S. and worldwide. He is also Frances P. Owen Distinguished Professor of Biology at Simpson University in Redding California where he specializes in microbiology and biotechnology.

In 1985, Dr. Hooker earned his Bachelor of Science degree in chemical engineering, from California State Polytechnic University, Pomona, California. He earned his Masters of Science degree in 1988 and his doctorate in 1990, both in biochemical engineering, from Washington State University, in Pullman, Washington.

Brian Hooker has many accomplishments to his credit including: co-inventor for five patents, recipient of the Battelle Entrepreneurial Award in 2001, and a Federal Laboratory Consortium Recognition Award in 1999, for his work on “Reactive Transport in 3-Dimensions.” The breadth of Hooker’s over 65 science and engineering papers have been published in internationally recognized, peer reviewed journals.

Dr. Brian Hooker Bio

Dr. Hooker has been active in vaccine safety since 2001 and has a 23-year-old son with autism. In 2013 and 2014, Dr. Hooker worked with the CDC Whistleblower, Dr. William Thompson, to expose fraud and corruption within vaccine safety research in the CDC which led to the release of over 10,000 pages of documents.

And finally, we watched an upload done just today to Rumble by Vaccine Choice Canada ─ it was a little over 1½ hours long (1:37:41): What’s Really Going On? - Pediatrician Dr. Michelle Perro.

Take Charge of your family’s health with pediatrician Michelle Perro, MD, DHOM. Drawing on four decades of experience in acute and integrative medicine, Dr. Perro educates and empowers parents to take the lead in raising healthy children. She is Executive Director of GMO Science and has lectured widely on environmental health and justice issues focused on children.
She co-authored the book “What’s Making our Children Sick?”, and plans to release her latest book, Making our Children Well, in 2023.

Find Dr. Perro: www.DrMichellePerro.com

This post is longer than I expected I would manage!

I have an early a.m. 5½-mile walk scheduled that requires me to be getting up at 2 a.m., so I can not spend more time here today. It is already after 9 p.m.

Some Afternoon Christmas Entertainment

No wonder we have political tyrants and unelected health officers mandating how we have to live! Where are the real men today ─ the kind of men who fought for our freedoms in great conflicts?

After my younger brother was home last evening following his daily socializing, I was to eventually tune in a movie on T.V. through the use of our Android TV Box ─ 2018's Upgrade.

Thankfully, the movie was easy enough for my brother to understand and follow, and it was rich with enough twists and action, that we both were able to become quite invested in the story.

I am not a fan of endings like this one had ─ where the protagonist we are all rooting for loses out in the end and evil triumphs. This is not why I watch movies ─ I am not interested in witnessing and vicariously experiencing yet further loss and defeat. I already have enough of that in my real life.

So for that reason, I would not recommend the movie. But if you are immune to this sort of theatrical tragedy, and instead find action, suspense, and intrigue to be paramount, then go for it.

After my brother and I both retired for the night, I do not recall hearing my wife arrive home (we have separate bedrooms), so it had to have been long past 1 a.m. when she finally showed up. What all of this portends is something I am not inclined to rehash ─ just refer to yesterday's post.

Maybe her eldest son was still up when she did come home, for he was seated at the dining table watching a movie or something else on a laptop or tablet when I went to bed.

My brother had plans for today that involved driving into Washington State to visit his daughter, who earlier this month had her 29th birthday. He had intended to pay the visit yesterday, but it rained quite hard and he felt that it would restrict what they might be able to do outdoors.

His daughter lives with her boyfriend on an acreage, with various farm animals and at least one dog ─ the beast is unduly needy of affection and attention, according to my brother. Evidently it practically bonds to him.

Anyway, my brother is not injected, so he never knows just what to expect in entering the States or returning back to Canada. 

I wished him the best in luck when he left this overcast day.

He was going to make the trip immediately after he picked up his girlfriend Bev at 10 a.m. to drive her to work ─ once that errand was done, he intended to head for the border. 

Obviously we did not watch much T.V. together this morning. I made do with Odessa Orlewicz's short 17-minute effort of yesterday: University Students Forced To Lie On Applications About Sexuality For "Better Chance To Get In". 

And then an approximate half hour upload to Rumble that Christopher James Pritchard (A Warrior Calls) recorded yesterday: AI Dominion Games Ep 4: Firefighters' 9/11 - The Cut. The video is further in a series in which Christopher is sharing time with his guest David Hawkins who seems to have much to say.

After my brother left, I went out to the backyard tool shed for six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups which I top off with a set of push-ups. Usually I manage three pull-ups in the first set, and just two in the others; but this morning, I actually managed four pull-ups in the first set.

Afterwards I weighed myself just as I had been dressed for the exercise, and I registered around 190 pounds. 

I am typing these words just ahead of 11 a.m., and no one else in the house is up as yet. Consequently, I think that I shall seek an early nap. I likely will not have much else to add later if my wife remains home, for there needs to be some discussion among us ─ this includes her two sons, if both are to be home today.

oooooooooooooo

Well. I roused deep into the noon hour, and could hear my wife talking in Thai on her cellphone.

I rose, finding that she had been in the bathroom (its lighting was aglow), but was within her bedroom. I did not proceed in that direction, but started instead to head downstairs.

My leisurely descent was suddenly boosted by my wife from behind, urging me apace because she was in a rush. It seems that she was heading out for somewhere. But I neither asked for nor received any explanation ─ whether she was having to report for work today (most rare, if so), or was bound for something else.

Obviously there was no interchange beyond her noises of being hurried.

And she was gone.

I never had any communion with either of her sons ─ I am unsure if the youngest was even home. The eldest was engrossed on his laptop in the lads' den area.

We never spake a word to one another over the next while of the afternoon until even he left ─ possibly to work, for it is possible that he had a scheduled 12-hour shift from 6 p.m. to 6 a.m.

But it was quite early ─ possibly mid-afternoon at most.

With not much to do, I created a post in my private blog; and then with so much time still on my hands, I decided to find and watch a Christmas movie on T.V. (via our Android TV Box) while indulging in possibly as much as four ounces of gold rum.

I selected 2015's Family for Christmas. I had noticed that it featured beautiful Lacey Chabert in the lead role. I enjoy her, and have come to associate her name with her face, even though I think that I have only ever seen her in Christmas or similar romantic movies.

I enjoy watching Lacey; and although her displayed lower pins were not at all remarkable for want of much development, she sure looks good in this photo:

As for the movie, the story was definitely engrossing enough, but there is always a huge flaw with these alternate reality storylines, and it likely prevented me from becoming as emotionally invested as I seek to be when I imbibe alcohol while watching Christmas movies.

Most of the movie involved Lacey's character (Hanna) living a life that she never developed a decade earlier because she left her boyfriend and moved away to a big city, never to contact him again. Due to interaction with a Santa Claus, she went to bed in her fancy high-rise suite and awoke in the morning to a monstrous woolly dog and two young girls bouncing on her bed to awaken her ─ she was their mother, and married to her abandoned former boyfriend.

The story progressed as Hanna learned to adjust to this domestic reality that she never explored in her 'real' life.

And of course, the point comes in the movie when our heroine realizes that this is the life she really wants ─ not the fame and career-devoted life she had as a news journalist.

So it of course happens that she goes to bed one night ... and awakens in the present, her true reality.

She finds the Santa Claus behind the exploration of her alternate life that never actually existed, and he explains that she cannot return to it. All she can do is change her future ─ not recapture a past that never happened.

And with that, she contacts her former boyfriend after probably turning her back on her career, and we are left with the impression that she is going to create the life she dreamed about.

But this is where I have the insurmountable issue.

The life she dreamed of and lived, and that she wants now, cannot be recreated. The two little girls that she had cannot possibly be birthed into existence. They were a couple of kids who grew up a decade earlier, knowing schoolmates and neighbours that are in the alternate past. All of that cannot be recreated.

Hanna and her beau cannot suddenly know everybody that were a part of the dream life Hanna lived for awhile. Even Toby their big dog cannot be 'recreated' exactly as the Toby in Hanna's fantasy.

The main point is that the daughters she so desperately loved and wanted to return to can never be. Sure, Hanna can have kids, and maybe she will even have two little girls that she may be able to convince her husband to name exactly as were her two dream daughters, but those little girls were a product of an environment that Hanna and her former boyfriend cannot recreate in the present. The girls would have markedly different personalities due to completely different life experiences, even if somehow they could be born and look exactly as the girls in Hanna's dream life.

Gosh, my rum is telling, isn't it?

I did get some emotional reaction from the movie, but not as much as I most crave and seek from Christmas movies that I watch on my own while imbibing. And so I will give it a thumbs down for that reason alone ─ for as a story, the movie was actually very good. 

And how can I complain about Lacey Chabert?

It just was not quite the Christmas movie I was seeking.

Anyway, my early evening is now upon me, and one of my stepsons showed up soon after the conclusion of the movie ─ which was maybe just after 5 p.m.

I might actually see if I can squeeze in yet another Christmas movie ─ I am just concerned about the rum aspect. I don't want to get grogged, so maybe I will be better off to instead watch something different.

Or maybe I will just lie down for a time and seek to weather the intoxication I am feeling. Yes, I think that I will pursue those latter two tacks. That is, a bit of a rest, and then probably some different television fare. 

I have no idea what my wife went off today in the latter noon hour. Will she be back sensibly this evening, or is she going to be out until the wee hours?

The Apparent Unravelling of a Family

Among the T.V. shows that my younger brother and I were to watch last evening was another 'movie' in the old Edgar Wallace Mysteries series ─ this time, we watched Candidate for Murder (February 1962).

It was an interesting episode, as usual. I particularly found the handsome blond German 'hitman' to be of note, for I had a suspicion that despite being hired by a husband to kill the husband's wife, that he would have a conversion of sorts and decide not to go through with it.

I was wrong in thinking that the hitman and the wife would probably fall in love, however. But I was nonetheless correct that the killer would have that change of heart.

And at the end of the episode, while dying from a gunshot delivered by the villainous husband, the hitman lasted just long enough to dispatch the husband just before that latter was about to execute his own wife and her sweetheart.

It seemed to me to be undignified of the saved couple that as the closing credits rolled, that couple left their saviour lying face down where he had fallen in what appeared to be mud.

I could not find a decent biography of the actor portraying the German hitman, but the German version of Wikipedia proved to have quite a large write-up ─ provided that this Google Translate link remains valid, you can find the article translated into English here: Hans von Borsody.

He had a fairly long life, for he was born in 1929, but he died just over nine years ago (November 4, 2013).

He was rather imposing in Candidate for Murder, but there was a scene where he had his shirt off while washing up, and his torso was almost boyish in its relative absence of noticeable musculature. Regardless, he was a handsome man, and at times I thought that he looked very much like Chuck Conners of Rifleman fame.

Incidentally, before my brother arrived home from his daily socializing, I took advantage of the bottle of gold rum I had earlier bought, and I watched the 2015 Christmas movie I'm Not Ready for Christmas.

I had some reluctance about my choice simply because of the farcical title ─ I prefer tear-jerking romantic Christmas movies, especially those involving an attractive single mother, but the title suggested to me that the movie was going to be naught but a comedy.

Yes, it had its comedic moments, but it was also very touching. And I was delighted to discover that actress Alicia Witt had the lead role ─ her name was lost to memory, but I quickly recognized her. She has always attracted me, but I had forgotten that she existed ─ it has been so long since I have seen her in something.

I realized that she reminded me of one of my brother's ex-girlfriends ─ her name was Jean ─ from the late 1970s through to the earliest 1980s, but this had never occurred to me before. The eyes especially were similar. As well, I always thought that Jean's legs were spectacularly muscled.

And now check out Alicia ─ three photos from her past:

Wow!

And she can act, too! I am going to have to try and remember to see if I can find further of her work to enjoy.

Mia Bagley as Alicia Witt's character's niece was a good choice. She was born in October 2005, so she would have been 10 years old at most during filming. Her mother ─ Alicia Witt's character's older sister ─ was played by actress Brigid Brannagh.

The movie would have been almost perfect if the single mother also found a love interest, but there was nothing like that going on in the film.

I think I put away as much as five ounces of rum, so when I later also drank two cans of the strong (8% alcohol) malt that I try to keep in stock, I was definitely under the influence. And I felt rather poorly all morning today ─ I am still not feeling tops.

Today was mortgage day, and as of yesterday my chequing account was nearly $600 short due to my wife's pilfering. When she was last here before she left for work this past Saturday afternoon at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, I impressed upon her that the account needed to be shored up by her ─ and I stressed that Tuesday (today) was "a special day!"

So yesterday afternoon at 2:29 p.m. I texted her a reminder:

We still have to have at least $600 more in the account for tomorrow's mortgage.

I included a couple of cute emojis to lighten the statement.

She replied back at 3:33 p.m., asking if her two adult sons had yet transferred any money, and she added:

I will get my pay cheques tonight hopefully , will deposit asap

I confirmed that both lads had contributed ─ the youngest earlier in the month, and the eldest on Saturday. Concerning that latter contribution, I wrote:

...that's why there's $1,289 in the account and not just $889.

She responded back:

Ok, hopefully I get my pay tonight

So I added as admonishment:

Come straight home -- no partying.

If you are not here, I will have to get [her eldest son] to pay the $600, and he will need to know why the money for the mortgage is not there.

I included a crying emoji.

Her reply:

I will deposit ok

I sent her a smiling emoji, and she added:

I just wait for my pay cheques

Will come tonight

And I sent another smiling emoji.

Well, after my brother and I finished watching T.V. into the midnight hour last night and she was still not here, I sent this at 12:41 a.m. after I was unable to log into the account to see if she had replaced the essential $600:

I can't log into the account.

I don't know if it is [the youngest son] or [the eldest son] who is up, so I am going to have to talk to him about what is going on.

Enjoy your damned partying and all your friends!

I was feeling the alcohol, and I was angry. The whole reason the account was inadequate is because she parties so many nights each week, and sometimes then visits a casino and starts blowing hundreds of dollars. She has a gambling problem.

She dreads that her youngest son will find out that she still does gamble, for he is almost a walking rage where this nonsense is concerned. The eldest son is considerably more forgiving.

Unfortunately, whomever it was that had been up when I was texting her, had gone to bed, so I never had a discussion with him.

When by 2 a.m. I still did not hear from my wife ─ who was supposed to have come straight home and / or made the necessary deposit ─ by this time I was able to get back into the account and it was unchanged. So in a fury I sent this to both of the lads ─ I was done protecting her:

We have a mortgage shortfall of $600 that your mother took for her own special selfish needs.

The mortgage is due to be debited today, and your mother has yet to replace the money or bother to separate herself from her partying friends and explain what is going on.

If the payment bounces for lack of sufficient funds, I am going to discuss selling the place and being done with your mother from here on.

Despite promising, she didn't have the guts to tell her partying friends that she had something far more important to come home for.

It's always her friends and partying before all else.

Like I said, I was drunk and furiously desperate. My thinking was that one or both of the lads would see the message in time to transfer money to the account and correct the deficiency, and their mother could deal with the debt to them ─ and their criticism.

This morning at 7:30 a.m. the eldest texted me:

I transferred 600 on top of 400 I transferred early

Next month transfer all the mortgage money into the account number I gave you and I'll keep it till the last day mortgage comes out

He was referring to his own bank account. I simply responded:

She's out of control.

I included a crying emoji, and then checked the account, sending this to the lad:

Just in time -- they took the payment.

The mortgage debit had been transacted ─ probably within the hour that he made the transfer.

He simply replied:

Okay

A little later in the morning, at 9:12 a.m., my wife sent this after she was apparently on the receiving end of attacks from her sons:

I told you I will deposit today just wait for my pay cheques , happy now my kids give me chit now

I didn't do anything to your account I don't know what the fuck Ui talking about

She hasn't done anything to the account? Then why does she owe the account $3,770, according to a reckoning I have been keeping since late in June? Also, this was the first time she said anything about making the deposit today ─ the understanding was that the money HAD to be there FOR today!

Did she not read my message last night that I was going to have to broach the mortgage deficit with either of her sons? Or was she too busy partying by then, and never bothered to read or understand what I had texted?

Anyway, I only replied to her last message as follows:

You were too late -- they already took the mortgage.

[Your eldest son] put the money there just in time.

I have been talking with the younger lad ─ he got home from work at the end of the afternoon. He is actually encouraging me to look into selling the house, for he has no faith that his mother ─ who is 23 years younger than I ─ will ever change. He claimed that as early in his life as he can remember back in Thailand, she was always going out partying with friends at every opportunity.

He feels only sympathy for me, and wants me to start having an actual life. He realizes that I am effectively living here under house arrest, unable to afford to have any kind of life outside of the household.

He has calmed down, of course. And the consensus is that his mother is going to have to face this end of the family unit that we have had here since the boys came from Thailand to live with us in September 2008. She had preceded them in mid-2006.

I guess he will be mentioning to his older brother what may be in store. It will not only be the end of our household and family unit, but also the finish of my marriage to his mother.

I don't feel like blogging further. I will only mention that my brother and I watched an excellent video by Christopher James Pritchard (A Warrior Calls) this morning that he had uploaded to Rumble yesterday: Farmer Family Exposes Corrupt Attorney General[s] & Judges.

His two guests were John and Debra Peters, and this was one of the best of Christopher's videos that I can ever remember seeing.

His upload of today ─ Corruption On Every Level ─ was also very good, but that first video was superlative.

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