It was around 9:20 p.m. when I set off last evening. I had overshot my budgeting of time earlier, so it was impossible for me to undertake the five-mile walk and manage any shopping ─ when I had looked at the time, it was already after 8 p.m. and I was not prepared to leave.
You see, the store I meant to shop at closes at 10 p.m., and is maybe a mile from here. So in order to shop there and also have the five-mile walk, I would need to leave home no later than 8 p.m., which would allow me ample time to arrive at the store by 9:30 p.m. while on my return leg of the walk.
I am certainly not going to go directly there and then tote my purchases for the next four miles of my walk.
Consequently I was left with having to shop at Real Canadian Superstore, which is a 5.625-mile round trip hike, and approximately an hour's walk away. Since it is open until 11 p.m., to get there by 10:30 p.m. and allow ample shopping time, I could leave home as late as 9:30 p.m.
But it remains daylit for so darned long at this time of year, I just hate going anywhere at all in the evening.
Another reason I had for going out was to deposit the monthly expenses reconciliation cheque that my younger brother had given me a week or longer ago ─ it was for something like $330.33 if I am remembering correctly. More than usual.
It was so warm! Heck, even coming home, by the time I got here my shaven head and face were wet with perspiration, and my clothes were all damp.
But I had two interesting experiences on that return walk.
First, maybe half to ¾ of a mile from the store, I came upon a raccoon along a back road. It was ahead of me and on the opposite edge of the road, whereas I was coming in its direction and walking within the opposite lane ─ there was no sidewalk there.
Yet even though I was approaching and would pass so near to the animal, it did not retreat. It remained at the edge of the pavement on its side of the road.
So that was impressive.
The second experience still has me almost electrified.
Approximately a mile from home ─ in fact, I was walking Fraser Highway towards King George Boulevard, and had just crossed Whalley Boulevard (Google Map). As you look at that map, I was walking along the 'top' of Fraser Highway, and presently due to a construction site, there is no sidewalk between Whalley Boulevard and George Junction (Google Map).
One must risk whatever traffic is coming along on that side of Fraser Highway for about the first half of that stretch from my perspective, and then there is a rubble-strewn somewhat elevated stretch where there may previously have been a sidewalk that is now a crumbled and uphoven mess with a bit of a trail now formed from daring pedestrians who deigned not to cross the highway and use the sidewalk there opposite.
Well, as I reached the stretch of rubble, there were some youngish chap and his probable girlfriend coming in my direction.
Since I was bearing a tote bag of some purchases in each hand, I took to the highway to give them ample bypass room.
The guy passed, and then came the girl ─ even in the dark, she seemed exceptionally, strikingly beautiful. Her Daisy Duke shorts displayed gorgeously developed, lightly-tanned legs. She was wearing a hoodie, and was facing downward for footing's sake, but as we passed one another, she lifted her face a little and for three or so seconds we were staring askance directly into each other's eyes.
Honestly, it was awesome! And it made me hate being the senior I have become. I knew that in the dark she was unable to tell my age, but a fat lot of use that would be once the truth was illuminated for her to see.
Within me there still is much of the young man that I once was ─ he still lives. And at times like that, he very much comes alive; but the self-awareness of the physical form that he now inhabits is something he is crushingly cognizant of, and it hurts profoundly.
But it was truly an uplifting experience to have had such a 'close encounter' with such a vibrantly youthful woman as was she.
Perhaps I was wrong, but I surmised that the two were very low-income.
Anyway, I got home ─ probably a little after 11:30 p.m. ─ to find my brother still conscious and watching T.V. After I dressed down in my bedroom, I joined him, having resorted to a can of the strong (8% alcohol) malt that I keep myself stocked with.
We were eventually to watch one of the sitcoms that we follow in common via our Android TV Box ─ an episode of Britain's Ghosts ─ I did not realize it then, but apparently we actually watched the series finale, series (or season) four's episode six ("Not Again").
I am going to have to see if the subsequent Christmas special ("It's Behind You") is available to find and watch.
Oh! ─ I now see that there is also to be a fifth season, so the series is not yet kaput.
When my brother and I got together a little after mid-morning today for some T.V., I put the Android TV Box to work and tuned in a 1¼-hour (1:17:10) upload from June 7 to BitChute's Mercola channel: How the Censorship Industry Works, and How We Can Stop It- Interview with Mike Benz.
The internet was likely not intended to remain free forever. The intention for it to be used as a totalitarian tool was baked in from the start.
Google started as a DARPA grant and was part of the CIA’s and NSA's digital data program, the purpose of which was to conduct “birds of a feather” mapping online so that certain groups could be neutralized.
All of the early internet freedom technologies of the ‘90s were funded by the Pentagon and the State Department. They were developed by the intelligence community as an insurgency tool — a means to help dissident groups in foreign countries to develop a pro-U.S. stance and evade state-controlled media. Now, these same technologies have been turned against the American public, and are used to control public discourse.
In the past, censorship was a laborious task that could only be done after the fact. Artificial intelligence has radically altered the censorship industry. AI programs can now censor information en masse, based on the language used, and prevent it from being seen at all.
One of the most effective strategies that would have immediate effect would be to strip the censorship industry of its government funding. The House controls the purse strings of the federal government, so the House Appropriations Committee has the power to end the funding of government-sponsored censorship.
Gosh, that description said absolutely nothing about Dr. Mercola's guest, Mike Benz. There was not even a link to Mike's touted website, so I will list it here: Foundation for Freedom Online.
We thereafter only watched three fairly short videos, all of which were from BitChute's bluedemon218 channel. The shorter of the three was seven minutes, and had been added on July 27, 2020: The Little Albert Experiment (Actual Footage).
The Little Albert experiment was a controlled experiment showing empirical evidence of classical conditioning in humans. The study also provides an example of stimulus generalization. It was carried out by John B. Watson and his graduate student, Rosalie Rayner, at Johns Hopkins University. The results were first published in the February 1920 issue of the Journal of Experimental Psychology.
It is rather monstrous to me that a supposed professional would seek to instill a phobia of animals into an infant.
The second video at bluedemon218 was a quarter of an hour long, and had been added on July 31, 2020: The Strange Romance of Carl Tanzler.
Carl Tanzler, also known as Count Carl von Cosel was a German-born radiology technologist at the Marine-Hospital Service in Key West, Florida. He developed an obsession for a young Cuban-American tuberculosis patient, Elena "Helen" Milagro de Hoyos that carried on well after the disease had caused her death. In 1933, almost two years after her death, Tanzler removed Hoyos' body from its tomb, and lived with the corpse at his home for seven years until its discovery by Hoyos' relatives and authorities in 1940.
So this bizarre weirdo lived to be 75 ─ unreal.
The third of the videos was 25 minutes, and had been added June 22, 2020: The Pizza Collar Bomber.
An American pizza delivery man who was murdered during a complex plot involving a bank robbery, scavenger hunt, and homemade explosive device near his hometown of Erie, Pennsylvania. Wells, who was surrounded by police, was murdered when an explosive collar locked to his neck detonated. It is known as the "collar bomb" or "pizza bomber" case. The incident was shown live on television.
Wells' involvement in the plot is a matter of controversy. Investigators concluded and a federal prosecutor's indictment alleged Wells was a knowing participant in the bank robbery but was told the bomb was fake and did not know his co-conspirators intended for him to die. Wells' family said he was not a willing participant in the incident.
The multiple aspects of the crime meant the Federal Bureau of Investigation (FBI) led an investigative task force in conjunction with the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms, and Explosives (ATF) and the Pennsylvania State Police (PSP). It is the only crime of its kind; CNN described it as "one of the most complicated and bizarre crimes in the annals of the FBI". The incident has gained extensive coverage in mass media, including the Netflix series Evil Genius.
Link To Incident On TV:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EASsZc-KUNM
Who knows what the full truth is?
As usual, following the videos, my brother was into his bedroom for some rest before leaving for the day to socialize. I had not pursued my short afternoon nap before he left ─ also fairly commonplace.
When I rose, I actually was not feeling particularly well. But the day was sunny, so I felt obligated to sun ─ I think that I actually improved out there in the backyard.
The session began at 2:40 p.m., and reached to nearly 1½ hours.
And I suppose this brings me near enough to the present.
I will be sitting up this evening watching some T.V. as I await my brother's homecoming, at which point I will use our Android TV Box to tune in whatever we have time for of series that we follow in common.
I will also be having a couple of cans of that malt ─ but I will not start on one of those until after 9:50 p.m.
I expect that I will be posting anew here tomorrow, if interested.
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