Partly in yesterday's Remembrance Day recognition of the sacrifices that were made in 20th Century wars to protect freedom, after my younger brother was home last evening from his socializing, I tuned in the 2017 movie Dunkirk.
What a production! There was never a dull moment, and I was surprised how it made me recognize some things that I never really considered before ─ such as how prejudiced factions amongst the Allies could be towards others who were supposed to be their brothers-in-arms, even if the former's actions were likely to spell the deaths of those comrades.
That was discouraging.
The scenes of evacuation were phenomenal, and at times extremely stirring.
It was a superb movie. My father ─ a World War II veteran ─ would have enjoyed it immensely. I don't know exactly why, but he seemed to love War movies.
My younger brother claimed that he was certain that he had at some point watched the movie before, for he kept recognizing various enactments. I can only imagine that he must have watched it on his own ─ and while excessively drunk ─ for I had certainly never seen the movie.
I would rate the movie with full stars.
I thought that the movie was fairly unique in that it never showed the face of an actual German soldier or airman, and the only women who had a speaking role were incidental ─ none had any distinctive identity. Basically, they were mere 'faces in a crowd'.
My wife had worked the full day at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, and was still not home by the time my brother and I finished watching the movie quite early into the midnight hour. I suppose that it is possible that I was into my bed before the arrival of 1 a.m., but whatever the case, she had still not gotten home.
She and I have separate bedrooms, but I do believe that I eventually heard her. That was either because my mind was actively focused overlong on imaginings best not conjured if sleep is the goal; or else I had not yet lapsed into deep sleep.
She was to have the first part of today off work, only needing to be there when the restaurant opened at 4 or 4:30 p.m. (it closes down for 1½ or so hours midday every day). Thus, her late hours.
Our nights are now officially freezing. I discovered a plant out on our sundeck that we had not considered that was entirely wilted from the cold, so I brought it into the house. The leaves and stems are lost, but the root may have survived. We shall eventually see. It was not planted ─ rather, it was some sort of ivy-like plant whose roots were in a small bucket with enough water to have them submerged. The plant is able to live with just water and sunlight, but it would thrive with wet soil.
I have not seen any living wasps at the window screen of my wife's partially open bedroom window, nor any trying to survive on the small platform just outside the window, although there are several of them too near to the base of the platform and the window for me to be able to tell if any have life left in them.
There is a nest or colony somewhere in the roof eave above my wife's window that has been experiencing a serious die-off of adult wasps with the turn of cold weather since maybe mid-October, but even a couple of days ago, I did see a couple of wasps that were alive, if barely.
I only made two checks today, so it is possible that one more lively than the others was crawling about and I missed seeing it. The notion that I am cold-heartedly leaving any survivors to just die out there does rather disturb me. I cannot be happy about it, even though it is in accord with God's design.
My wife is unlikely to be back now until Monday, Tuesday, or even the weest a.m. of Wednesday. She lives a life that is distinctly apart from me.
My brother and I watched some T.V. together this morning, but of a different sort.
Once again I put our Android TV Box to work, and led us off with a video just over two minutes in length that was uploaded to Rumble yesterday by Christopher James Pritchard (A Warrior Calls): Massive Death Children Vaxxed Philippines.
Children died after receiving Dengvaxia.
Then we watched a much longer (1:19:20) video of Christopher's own making that was uploaded the same day: Emergency For The Irish.
Guest: Mark Molloy
This is an EMERGENCY communication for the great people of Ireland. You do not know foundational truths to what is going on right now and must wake up and come together with this powerful truth presented.
The TRUTH is coming worldwide to this massive global trespass against all the people not just in Eire (Ireland) but every country in the world to our sovereign power being stripped ONLY because the people have not been given the truth and are sound asleep to an evil that is before you all.
Come together...stand as one in truth and you will overcome the attempts to destroy your lands and people.
God Bless and God Speed
Christopher
This one was different. Mark Molloy impressed me with his foundational understanding of Common Law and the true constitution of e'rie (if I am recalling how he said Ireland should truly be represented in text).
I rather wish that there was some means whereby we could learn more about what Mark has researched, and maybe even about him.
The final video that I tuned in that was worth mentioning was nearly 1½ hours long (1:29:06), and had been uploaded to Rumble two days ago by Vaccine Safety Research Foundation: Full Episode #55: Children and the Crisis of Chronic Disease.
Brian 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 the author of over 65 peer-reviewed, scientific publications, including 15 papers on the epidemiology of vaccine injury. Dr. Hooker is also Professor of Biology at Simpson University in Redding California where he specializes in microbiology and biotechnology. Dr. Hooker has been active in vaccine safety since 2001 and has a 24-year-old son with autism.
In 2013 and 2014, Dr. Hooker worked with CDC Whistleblower, Dr. William Thompson, exposing fraud and corruption within vaccine safety research.
Due to this video's length, my brother asked that we suspend watching it upon reaching at least the 40-minute mark, so I expect that we will carry on with it tomorrow morning.
I do not know if he then acquired any bed rest, or if he merely spent the time sprucing up for his getaway for the day, but he was on his way before I finished my day's first meal. And although my wife had by then risen, I courteously informed her when I was set to take my early afternoon nap.
She reminded me that she would be leaving for work a little later, but I never nap excessively long ─ I was not in bed for too very much over an hour. Even so, I did nap deeply, and had a surprisingly realistic dream that I was initially a little confused about at awakening from it, for I believed it to have been a genuine event newly experienced.
Alas, I cannot recall sufficient detail to try and describe it.
My afternoon is coming to a close, so I want to get a post published in my private blog and then possibly watch a Christmas movie. I will not be sitting up too late, for I have an early grocery shopping expedition in mind that will entail a 5.625-mile round trip hike. I want to be at the market around its 7 a.m. opening time so that I can avoid shopper congestion, as well as too much activity around me as I wend my way home afterwards.
In all likelihood, I will be setting my cellphone alarm for 4 a.m. in order to give me plenty of time to have a black instant coffee and otherwise adjust myself to what is ahead, for I hope to be able to leave here comfortably ahead of 6 a.m. so that I can have as leisurely a pace as possible.
In closing, I want to thank local Vancouver radio station 'The Breeze' 104.3 for launching its Christmas music format today ─ I have it playing on the stereo downstairs, and have been listening to it here upstairs at my computer while the station plays on a transistor radio.
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