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When I reached the ATM, my thinking was programmed for that attempt at a $1,000 withdrawal ─ I had never before withdrawn that much, and thus I was unsure if it was possible.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indicated my withdrawal intention, the screen posted that I was going to have a $2,000 maximum limit ─ so I could have withdrawn the $1,200.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.

We've covered these clots on our show for a while, but today especially we realize many people may not be familiar with what this is all about. Doctor Jane Ruby has been talking about fibrous clots from the very beginning, and she’s here today to take us back to square one, and explain exactly what we’re talking about.

Our purpose on this show is demanding the truth and demanding justice, for all the people whose lives were destroyed to make Big Pharma rich, or to depopulate the globe, or simply for no reason at all.
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.