While awaiting my younger brother's homecoming last evening, I watched an episode of 9-1-1: Lone Star (season three's episode 14 "Impulse Control") and then some female Invicta MMA bouts on YouTube.
As I recall, the idiot did not get home until well past 10 p.m., limiting me as to what I would be able to tune in for us via our Android TV Box.
I had to settle upon an episode each of Chicago P.D. (season nine's episode 11 "Lies") and The Man in the High Castle (season four's episode nine "For Want of a Nail").
We only have one further episode of that excellent latter series to watch, alas.
I will not get into what the exchange was about, but I had strong words with my drunken brother fairly early into The Man in the High Castle.
Today, he was so anxious to get away especially early for his drunken socializing, that he bowed out at 11 a.m. of our morning of watching T.V. together, seeking some bed rest and then readying and driving off for the day.
Consequently we watched just three shows via our Android TV Box, beginning with the 26-minute November 20, 2021, addition to BitChute's FallCabal channel: THE SEQUEL TO THE FALL OF THE CABAL - Part 19: Covid-19: The Midazolam Murders.
The Covid Scam started with social distancing and face masks. Based on scientific fraud, people were led to believe the horrific predictions of incompetent advisors to the government. Millions of people were to die if we didn’t obey! And so… the people obeyed. Families were torn apart, societies were split. Everything that gave joy – singing, dancing, hugging, laughing – was prohibited. Instead, fear ruled the planet and turned it into a dark place. Midazolam and morphine was used to purposefully euthanise many thousands of elderly people in care homes. Hold on to your seat as we prove, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that our world leaders arranged all of this during the lockdowns, so nobody would notice. Hard to believe? Then follow us… to part 19!
But the sheep out there fiercely remain sheep, refusing to open their eyes and see the truth. Nevertheless, check out the February 25 (2023) article by Dr. William Makis at Global Research.ca: Midazolam Murders: Were the Elderly in U.K Long Term Care Homes killed with Euthanasia Drugs and Labeled as COVID-19 deaths?
Next I tuned in a 21-minute October 20, 2022, addition to Rumble's The Why Files channel: Alien Probe, Sentient Machine, Nuclear Weapon, or Junk? What is the Betz Mystery Sphere?
Alien Probe, Sentient Machine, Nuclear Weapon, or Junk? What is the Betz Mystery Sphere?
In the Spring of 1974, a large brush fire swept across the property owned by Antoine and Gerri Betz.
While assessing the damage, they noticed something very out of place.
Lying in the smoldering grass, was a highly polished, metal sphere. This became known as the Betz sphere or the Betz orb.
Terry Betz, Antoine and Jerri's 21-year-old son, went to pick up the sphere. Although it was only 8-inches in diameter, it was extremely heavy.
Then the Betz family did something with the sphere that would change their lives forever. Something that the family would come to regret.
They brought it home.
Finally, I tuned in the very curious 31-minute addition to Rumble's America's Untold Stories channel: Why Did the Mayflower Land at Plymouth Rock?
Why did the Mayflower land at Plymouth Rock? Was it the planned destination? What was being carried on the ship? Mark Groubert and Eric Hunley explore the real reason the Mayflower had to dock and how it is a major part of American culture.
This was news to me! That is, that even passengers aboard ships of that time all drank copious amounts of beer (and wine) because water was not potable.
But there seems substance to the account.
Even if the beer was weak, imagine having a supply that allowed you to drink as much as a gallon a day!
I am sure my brother enjoyed that one.
I could have gotten an especially early start on today's approximate 1½ hours of afternoon sunning, but I had a meal and then a nap. It was 1:40 p.m. once my sunning began.
Not long after returning into the house, I needed to seek relative darkness here in my bedroom and spend perhaps an hour while nearly dozing.
My evening is here as I type these words. I plan to make a latter evening hike that will be a round trip of 5.625 miles to do a little grocery shopping, so I will not be waiting around this evening for my drunken brother's homecoming. The intended store is open until 11 p.m., so I needn't leave here until as late as 9:30 p.m., by which time darkness will be granting me the desired anonymity that is so important to me when I am out walking.
However, tomorrow's post will reveal the truth of my later evening ─ after all, anything can change.
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