I had an undeniably wicked conclusion to last evening, not managing to get to bed until something like 11:05 p.m.
The root of the blame of course lies within me, but I suppose some contribution came from the absolutely abominable so-called Christmas movie I had watched in the early evening while indulging in four or so ounces of dark rum.
I had selected the movie on the basis of it being included in this IMDb list of Christmas Movies 2015 ─ the movie is #34 in that list, 2014's Turnaround Jake (or alternatively Turn Around Jake).
I was absolutely conned ─ the feeble movie had absolutely nothing to do with Christmas. Hell, the word "Christmas" was never even mentioned, and the nearest it came by way of the calendar to reaching Christmas was American Thanksgiving, which in 2014 was November 27.
So how in blazes was this religious movie a Christmas movie? A "Christian" movie, yes; but not a Christmas movie.
I did not like the lead character from the start ─ I never did like him, even after his Christian repentance. It also didn't make much sense to me that the actor playing that character seemed unlikely to have ever won the heart of the lovely actress (Jen Lilley) who played the woman he had forsaken six years before to go off to Los Angeles from his small Texas hometown, unknowingly leaving her pregnant with a daughter.
I have no idea why the actress playing that little girl, Emma, is unidentified in any of the credits that I can find for the movie ─ she and Jen Lilley helped make the movie bearable.
So just how "religious" was this false Christmas movie? Perhaps this statement from IMDb says enough:
In the scene at the end where Jake kisses Jessica [Jen Lilley], she is filled in by his actual wife in real life for the sake of his vows he made with his wife.
Anyway, I felt robbed of 1½ hours, as well as my rum. And this is why I am inclined to add the whole experience to my evening downturn thereafter.
My cellphone alarm had been set for 4 a.m. so that I would have an abundance of time in which I would be able to be amply motivated to sally forth ahead of 6 a.m. and undertake the 5.625-mile round trip to do some grocery shopping at a specific market.
Well, I was to find myself sufficiently awake that curiosity had me make a time check, and I discovered that it was 3:40-something-or-other a.m. ─ in other words, I had less than 20 minutes to go ere my alarm sounded.
Initially I just lay in bed for a few minutes fully at rest as I passed some time, but it struck me that I might as well rise and spare myself the need to jump to the sound of the alarm ─ after all, even though it would be expected, its sound would still have an undesirable galvanizing effect.
And so I rose and dressed, and then went downstairs to boil water for a mug of black instant coffee.
Some while later as I passed the time upstairs here at my computer that is kept in my bedroom, it developed that my eldest stepson was to rise to begin readying for his 6 a.m. 12-hour shift at Tree Island Steel in relatively far off Richmond.
I remained here at my computer while he made his usual preparations for his long day, and we were not to conflict with one another.
It seems to me that I failed to make my getaway ahead of 6 a.m., but at least I was not more than a minute or two beyond that point in time.
It was quite cold out, although not yet freezing.
Early into my walk, I made my usual stop at a nearby elementary school playground to tackle six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups, once more finding myself limited to just three repetitions in the first set and just two repetitions in the others. The equipment I handled for those repetitions was wet with dew, and that wet quickly had my gloves soaked sufficiently to have my fingers stinging by the time I had completed my second set.
Even so, at least the exertion of those six sets vitalized me, and I thereafter continued on with my walk ─ but not for too much farther. Before I had travelled quite a quarter mile from home, it dawned upon me that I had forgotten to put the cash into my wallet that I had intended to shop with.
I no longer like to use my debit card when I shop. I knew that my chequing account had well over $300 in it, but before leaving home I had ordered a pair of "TRS Combat Gloves" that are intended as a Christmas gift for my eldest stepson if the gloves arrive in time, and will fit him. The pricing was American, so with postage, I had estimated that the cost was going to be topping $60 Canadian.
Due to the wicked balance on my credit card, whenever I place an order now, I always make a payment to the bank (responsible for the card) that is rounded up to the third next multiple of $25 ─ in this case, $125.
Consequently, I did not care to deplete my bank even more by withdrawing, say, $100 to shop with.
I felt left with no option but to scuttle the hike. Nevertheless, I did want to get at least a small walk out of the outing ─ and due to last weekend's reversion to Pacific Standard Time from Pacific Daylight Time in which we had to set back our clocks by an hour, I could see that the eastern sky was already having the dark of night lighten as dawn approached.
I hate being abroad during the daylight.
My decision was to at least give myself a round trip walk that would probably max out to maybe 2¼ miles if not the originally intended 5.625 miles.
Alas, this was to cost me in financial terms. At nearly the midway of that route I had the misfortune to encounter a fairly short younger South Asian man.
When he noticed me, he approached and began a spiel about being from Pakistan and detailing much else that I could not clearly hear due to at that point being beside King George Boulevard, and his accented English was exacerbated by some reluctance by him to speak loudly.
He basically lamented that he had no money, was very hungry, and needed to catch a bus, so he asked if I could give him $10. I asked him his destination, for he initially claimed not to understand just where he was. He even asked where there was a bus stop, which was a stupid question, since there is one approximately every block along that highway.
He also smelled of stale beer.
When I mentioned smelling the beer on him, he then said something about having been foolish, and as further evidence he presented the left pocket of the parka he was wearing ─ it had been torn so badly open that it was now nothing more than a flap of fabric.
In response to my query of just where he wanted to go, he cited 90th Avenue ─ which was just under a mere mile from where we stood. He could easily walk it, for he seemed able-bodied enough, and was probably half my age (I am 73).
He then asked me which side of the highway the Surrey Memorial Hospital was, so I pointed out that it would be on the opposite side of the highway. I did not add that it was just three blocks down the highway.
As far as I knew, I only had a $20 bill in my wallet.
Was this beseecher truly in need as a result of some foolish misadventure? I had no way of knowing.
Since I am not cold-hearted, I resigned myself to giving the money to him. I suppose that I should have just given him the change in my pockets, which would have totalled $5.40; but I did not know if he was seriously in need or not.
I gave him the money, and noted that he was nothing like effusive ─ I might as well have just given him the $5.40 for all the gratitude he displayed.
And I departed from him, continuing on my way.
This was one of those instances where giving did not reward me with any sense of goodness whatsoever. All I felt was that I had been fleeced ... suckered. So maybe I was.
What truly compounded this opinion of the transaction was that after I had gotten back home, I noticed that I had a $5 bill in my wallet ─ I could have given him his infernal $10 after all!
I felt myself to be a total fool ─ not a Good Samaritan.
And so not only have I had a miserable evening last night, but even a foul early morning today.
Later in the sunny morning I was of course to watch some T.V. with my younger brother. Putting our Android TV Box to use, we finished watching the video we had to abandon yesterday morning due to want of time ─ Steve Kirsch's Vaccine Safety Research Foundation upload to Rumble of three days ago: Full Episode #55: Children and the Crisis of Chronic Disease. I wrote of it in yesterday's post, so I shall not do so again today.
Unfortunately, the next and final video that was tuned in also had to be abandoned with an hour or so to go, and for the very same reason. This one was also on Rumble, nearly 2½ hours long (2:22:12), and uploaded two days ago by Children's Health Defense Canada: Dr. William Makis - Calling For Inquiry into 90+ Doctor Deaths and Exposing Government Corruption.
Dr. William Makis is a Nuclear Medicine Physician who was targeted and persecuted by AHS and the College of Physicians of Alberta for running one of the most successful cancer treatments in Alberta history.
He's recently come to the attention of the alternative media (because bought and paid for media won't touch his story unless in a hit piece) because he started to document the sudden and unexpected deaths of healthy young doctors here in Canada.
Dr. Makis documents the endemic corruption that now rules physician colleges and our health care corporations that accept billions of dollars from the government but are not held accountable to that government or the people they claim to serve.
His story is explosive and needs to be heard and known by every person who thinks that these corporations unaccountable to anyone have our best interests at heart.
His story reminds me very much of the persecution of Dr. Stanislov Burzynski which is detailed in the documentary here; https://www.burzynskimovie.com/
There are many similarities that highlight regulators, corporations and doctors who will sell their souls and knowingly let people die rather than be given treatments without cancerous and deadly side effects.
If you have any illusions our sick care system is doing okay, this interview and the Burzynski documentary will illuminate you on the matter.
(Apologies in advance for my voice and camera disappearances. I am at the tail end of a tough cold and didn't want my coughing to interrupt Dr. Makis's information.)
This is a very interesting essay worth exploring if you or someone you know has been diagnosed with cancer; http://integratingdarkandlight.com/big-pharma-is-making-us-sick/the-corrupt-cancer-industry/
I decided to reproduce the entire lengthy description, for beautiful hostess Sherry Strong definitely deserves the support. And although I have never seen the "Burzynski documentary", I suspect that parts one and two are these (provided the BitChute link remains valid).
Perhaps I will have to list them for my brother and I to watch before too long.
The entire day has been quite sunny, but chilly. I am contemplating atoning for my failed early morning shopping expedition by taking a short walk to nearby No Frills ─ there and back should add about a round trip of a mile to my day's ventures. My sole actual need is a litre of liquid whipping cream ─ I use approximately a litre per week in my coffees.
And so I now bring this post to a close, for I must yet make a post in my private blog.
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