While awaiting my younger brother's arrival home last evening, I watched an episode of FBI: Most Wanted ─ this time, season three's episode 16 ("Decriminalized").
Unexpectedly, I find the show to be somewhat less interesting now that actor Julian McMahon has left the series as the FBI team's immediate leader. His personal life's home story arc ─ and those members of his family comprising it ─ added a whole lot to the series, and cannot possibly be reproduced to similar effect.
After my brother was home, I decided to play a movie (we watch our shows via an Android TV Box) ─ even though it was over 2½ hours in duration and would take us deep into the midnight hour.
The movie was the second in The Hobbit series ─ The Hobbit: The Desolation of Smaug.
Wow!
Yet my brother passed out at its start and remained so for possibly the first 40% of the show. He only roused after I had paused it to interact with my youngest step son (25 years old) who had quite an announcement.
You see, earlier he had told me that he and his brother were aware that we had a rat in the house ─ they became conscious of it last Sunday in the wee a.m. when we had a power outage. The beast had since become a nuisance ─ especially to the younger lad ─ because its nocturnal activity was interfering with his ability to sleep, since he does so in the boys' den area where the rat was spending most of its time (when it wasn't in the kitchen).
So he had bought three rat traps yesterday and set them up, each in a different spot where he had most noticed the rat.
What was remarkable here is that the rat was reportedly white and black.
And so it was that he alerted me during the movie that a trap he had set up in the kitchen behind our kitchen waste bucket had been sprung and had a victim. So I paused the movie to have a look-see.
There was the rat, making sort of deathly squeaking sounds as it lay upon its side, twitching and heaving to some degree as if possibly trying to gain its feet.
Oddly, it was not in the overturned trap, and was several inches from it.
The rat was indeed white over its entire side ─ even the side of its head. I could see that it appeared to have black all down its back, but whether the black extended over to its other side was not something I was going to be able to see.
Quite beautifully coloured.
There was some blood smeared on the floor above its head.
We wondered together what to do now. The rat settled down, but was clearly breathing. It was not swiftly dying. But how ─ that is, where ─ was it damaged? Was its spine broken? Did it have skull damage? How could it have been so clearly seriously hurt, yet not actually be caught in the trap?
Then my drunken brother joined us.
He was all for my stepson throwing the rat over our backyard fence where the hound and two incredibly hysterical lap dogs live that bark madly at practically ever sound they hear or movement they see. I have gruesomely killed those mutts in my imagination untold numbers of time.
My stepson was of my mind, and felt bad enough for the rat as things were ─ he had no intention of taking a sorely wounded little animal so clearly injured and just tossing it over a wooden fence that is higher than we are. That seemed inhumanely vicious.
But my brother was stupid drunk, of course.
Was the rat dying slowly ... or was it maybe just badly concussed, and might somehow manage to recover? It had pretty much stopped trying to move, and was mainly only breathing. Its agonized squeakings had only lasted a couple of initial minutes at most.
The lad observed that another neighbour's cat frequents our driveway, and we do have raccoons sometimes about ─ why not just carefully remove the rat to the outdoors and let Nature decide the rat's fate?
After all, it was someone's former pet ─ probably a variety of lab rat. or even a so-called 'fancy' rat. Heck, had it been domesticated or tame enough to have come directly to one of the boys for some affection, none of this violence would ever have had to take place.
There is a short alley right beside our home ─ we live in a cul-de-sac ─ that is blocked off to vehicular traffic and which takes four right angle turns before opening up at a main avenue. Presently, at the first turn are an accumulation of things that some bad citizen dumped there for the city to clean up and haul away ─ there is even a small sofa and possible sofa chair.
So my stepson carefully scooped up the rat onto a newspaper, and covered the rat with an overturned clear plastic shoe box. Then he headed out into the night and said he left the rat on one of those abandoned old furniture items.
I went out this latter morning to see if I could espy the rat's body, but I found nothing. My stepson never checked ─ he knows precisely where he left the rat, whereas I could only uncertainly peruse the site. But he feels bad enough for what he has full responsibility for having done ─ he has no desire to visit the rat's probable 'last resting place'.
Did something come along and carry off the rat?
Or is it possible that it recovered enough to betake itself from where it had been laid out?
We can likely never know.
What I did not want was for the poor thing to still have lived overnight in its agony, only to have crows discover it and beset it if it was semi-paralyzed. Still, even if a cat or raccoon ─ or even a skunk, for they are about as well and are very efficient mousers (and ratters) ─ did take it away, I hope that it was no longer alive. Or if it was, then I hope that its death was very swift.
Anyway, after resuming the movie, it was easy to lose myself back into it.
The movie was so very excellent that I even had a third can of the strong (8% alcohol) malt that I keep in stock. The movie was rousing. And I was so enchanted by the beautiful elf-woman as portrayed by Evangeline Lilly that she had my eyes welling with tears more than once.
I found myself wishing that there could have been real such elf-women, and that one as beautiful as Evangeline's Tauriel had crossed my path when I was a young man and fallen in love with me.
I am such a sappy romantic for this sort of thing.
For anyone who does not know, the very long movie ended inconclusively ─ it was a verifiable cliffhanger to lure viewers in for the third and final movie in the trilogy.
We will not be watching that movie for maybe another couple of weeks, if not longer. The wait will be well worth it.
Despite the movie ending virtually at 1 a.m., I then ventured outside after my brother retired to his bedroom, and I took the time to water garden plants in the front yard. I noticed that the sky seemed overcast, though.
And, yes ─ around midday today it began lightly raining. No afternoon sunning for me today ─ and I do not know just for how long that will hold to be so.
It may have been as late as 2:30 a.m. before I got to bed last night, yet I awoke much too early ─ I was into a hangover from those three cans of malt. I am unaccustomed to drinking that much.
Heck, I felt so poorly this morning that when my brother left to pick up his girlfriend Bev at 10 a.m. to drive her to work, I dared not try any exercising out in the backyard tool shed. It would have been a brutal experience ─ one a 73-year-old had best not choose to subject himself to.
Naturally my brother and I watched more T.V. this morning. Once I put our Android TV Box to work, I tuned in Odessa Orlewicz's hour-long (1:02:43) video of yesterday: Gays Against Groomers Opening In Canada! Interview With Chris Barrett. Don't Miss This One :).
Gays against Groomers is a growing organized group very concerned with what has happened to their human rights movement, what is being taught in schools, the luring of ch!ldren to do sex changes, and the extreme embarrassing tranzman1a/mental 1llness overtaking their message. I have the honour of interviewing Chris.
https://www.gaysagainstgroomers.com/
Next we watched two BitChute videos.
The first was 53 minutes, and had been added to the Adaneth channel back on September 5, 2022: Rome: Power & Glory | Grasp of an Empire (Episode 4).
Episode 4: Rome conquered with the brute force of her military machine, sweeping entire peoples into her empire. With the wars over, the treaties signed, the bodies buried, whether you were a Gaul or a Carthaginian, whether you were from the East or the West, life as you had known it would never be the same again. At its height, the Roman Empire ruled 50 million people as a single civilisation. It was the largest and the most enduring of its kind. The trade it facilitated, the roads it built, the breathtaking infrastructure, both architectural and psychological are all part of Rome's colossal legacy.
In this fascinating programme; "Grasp of an Empire", the viewer will experience the exporting of the Roman world through the glory years of conquest into the stability of the longest peace the world had ever known; The Pax Romana.
Then it was a nearly 10-minute video added to the bluedemon218 channel on June 20, 2020: The Euthanasia Coaster - The Coaster That Kills.
A steel roller coaster designed to kill its passengers. In 2010, it was designed and made into a scale model by Lithuanian artist Julijonas Urbonas, a PhD candidate at the Royal College of Art in London. Urbonas, who has worked at an amusement park, stated that the goal of his concept roller coaster is to take lives "with elegance and euphoria". As for practical applications of his design, Urbonas mentioned "euthanasia" or "execution". John Allen, who served as president of the Philadelphia Toboggan Company, inspired Urbonas with his description of the "ultimate" roller coaster as one that "sends out 24 people and they all come back dead".
The concept design of the layout begins with a steep-angled lift to the 510-metre (1,670 ft) top, which would take two minutes for the train to reach. Any passengers that wished to get off could then do so. From there, a 500-metre (1,600 ft) drop would take the train to 360 kilometers per hour (220 mph), close to its terminal velocity, before flattening out and speeding into the first of its seven slightly clothoid inversions.
In the video you see a man Mark -- a rich and terminally-ill man who wants to die on his own terms. But instead of taking a lethal injection, he decides to use his wealth to create a roller coaster so powerful, it causes cerebral hypoxia -- suffocating the brain ensuring a euphoric death.
We finished with a 20-minute November 10, 2022, upload to Rumble's The Why Channel: Spontaneous Human Combustion | Solved, Unsolved and The Truth.
Here's the nightmare scenario. You stop by your elderly mother's house to check on her. You grab the doorknob. It's hot to the touch. You ring the bell and knock. No answer.
You fish out your key and open the door. You call out but there's only silence.
The air is warm. There's a sweet, smoky smell. But, nothing looks out of place.
Finally, you go into the living room and you see it.
In your mom's favorite chair, is a pile of smoldering ash. Completely unrecognizable as human.
Just as you convince yourself that this isn't your mother, you see her jewelry in the gray dust.
And then the grisly sight of your mother's feet, still in their slippers, on the floor by the ashes.
There was a fire. An intense fire. But aside from her chair, nothing is burned. Even stranger, everything in the house is covered with a thin layer of pale yellow grease.
Your mother was a victim of spontaneous human combustion. Though rare, it happens more often than you think.
According to at least one scientist, it could happen to anybody at any time — even you.
Disturbing.
It was following that video that my brother retired to his bedroom for a little bed rest. I meantime had my day's first meal, and then was in bed pursuing a nap when my brother emerged from his bedroom and left for the day to socialize.
I felt fairly improved following my nap, although I did still feel short on sleep. I will be commencing a Sabbath fast at sunset or earlier, and will be getting to bed at a reasonable point this evening to make rising at 1:45 a.m. for a five-mile walk less disagreeable.
If all goes well, I will be reporting on that outing in a post tomorrow.
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