Despite the rain last evening, by 8:12 p.m. at latest I was away on a five-mile walk, with the plan to do some grocery shopping at Save-On-Foods on the return leg of the hike with maybe a mile at most to go. But I needed to factor in some jogging, for the store closes at 10 p.m., and I wanted to arrive there reasonably comfortably before then to have some time to select my purchases.
Oh, I got wet! By the halfway point, even my crotch was soaked.
Nevertheless, I succeeded, and was probably home just after 10 p.m. to find my younger brother passed out in his favourite living room chair, the T.V. and the stereo both playing.
I put away my purchases and then dressed down in my bedroom, and then came downstairs with the two cans of strong (8% alcohol) malt that I intended to consume over the evening once I took over the T.V.
One of the series my brother and I watch in common was down to the series finale episode, so I didn't want to get it started until my brother was sufficiently conscious. And so I tuned in some women's MMA bouts on YouTube.
I of course have no idea how long my brother had already been passed out, but he remained so for an hour after I had gotten home. Then when he did reveal himself to be partially conscious, I realized that he was exceptionally stupid drunk ─ even for him. In his brief bouts of semi-awareness, he would loudly proclaim some idiocy or another.
He could not hold onto consciousness. He kept passing back out for periods of time. And I realized that I would not be watching any of our usual shows ─ his brain was far too disabled.
And I rued that I had not recognized his condition before I opened that first malt. Had I known how devolved he had become from the beer he was swilling, I could have just gone to bed and saved wasting the malt.
I finally did give up on the sot at some point after midnight, and I came upstairs here to my computer that I keep in my bedroom. I shut the door, and then had a moral decline that was to see me not get to bed until a little past 4 a.m.
Of course my brother had long since given up his nonsense and properly gone to bed, but even he did not do so until well past 1 a.m. Late into the midnight hour I heard him revive and open yet another can of beer. Perhaps he passed out again thereafter.
Why a 70-year-old man willingly debases himself like this does disgust me, but not as much as my own conduct does me.
My morning was to begin early after 8 a.m. My brother never rose and showered and then came downstairs until just after 8:50 a.m.
I wish that I could afford to buy a very good video system with which to record him when he reaches the state he was in last evening. I would record him, then without saying aught, I would have everything set up so that I could play the video on T.V. the next day for him to gain some understanding of just how basely he sinks himself.
Instead, I led us off with a 14-minute video recorded in New Zealand: Governments Killing Bees " Control The Food Supply, Control The People".
Agenda 2030 is just so "sustainable" and nature loving. Killing The bees that are not even diseased. Expert private bee keepers in Canada say this is unheard of and ludicrous and completely un-necessary.
The next video exceeded an hour (1:12:31): Testimony- CBC Journalist Exposes The Massive Lies & Propaganda At The CBC.
The regular CBC "experts" bribed hundreds of thousands of dollars .Watch until the end. This testimony shows CBC planted a fake sign at the convoy and knowingly lied throughout the past 3.5 years at the cost of all good Canadian's. The exposure of the CBC has finally come. Find out how CTV and other mainstream news channels also signed on to be part of a new fake news group with an actual name, so they would all tout the same lies at the same time in unison.Please sign up to volunteer at the Langley, BC location of the NCI for May 2-4. I will be there too. Sign up at nationalcitizensinquiry.caOr- Donate to their extensive costs and/or share the inquiry dates WIDELY on all of your platforms.
Both of the videos were re-posts from elsewhere that Odessa Orlewicz had selected.
I do not recall that anything else I selected was worth mentioning, apart from the episode of Workin' Moms that I capped our viewing with.
My brother sought bed rest, and I had yet to seek my early afternoon nap when he emerged from his bedroom and left for the day to socialize again. I just hope that the same besotted fool that was here last evening when I came home, does not show up again this evening.
I cannot recall if it was still raining early this morning ─ I think that it was; but by the afternoon we have only had overcast skies.
My fitness regimen is not excelling. Due to excess body weight, the strain is too great now to force out more than six sets of two repetitions each of pull-ups and chin-ups. And I finish with a mere dozen full-range strict push-ups.
It bloody sucks to get old!
I have a Sabbath fast ahead of me that is going to commence at sundown, so I am going to bring this post to a close so that I can have a final meal before it commences.
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