💀☠💀☠💀☠ 1884 Article: Hot Weather

Last evening, after drinking two cans of the strong (8% alcohol) malt that I try to keep in stock, it might have been as much as 9:15 p.m when I got on my way to do some grocery shopping at Real Canadian Superstore ─ a 5.625-mile round trip hike.

I utterly hated the early leg of the walk ─ I feel like I am resident in South Asia, for the sidewalks were populated by singles, pairs, trios, and even larger groupings of these immigrants, none of them conversing among themselves or on their cellphones in English.

And so many seemed to regard me as the intruder ─ I want so damned badly to be far, far away from Surrey.

I am not inclined to make such an evening venture again.

Unfortunately, the primary item I went shopping for was not in stock ─ the litre-sized cartons of Dairyland whipping cream that I use to cream my coffees. But at least I got everything else I looked for.

I felt drunk throughout the hike, and found myself very depleted midway through the homeward trek. The malt had been my supper, although later before bed I did indulge in two raw large brown eggs and a hunk of extra old cheddar cheese.

My brother was still watching T.V. when I got back ─ I am sure that it was likely a little after 11:30 p.m.

Once I had dressed down, I joined him with another can of malt in my hand, but I held back on opening it. I wanted to see if he was going to invite me to put our Android TV Box into action to tune in one of our shows.

He did not. In fact, at 12:10 a.m. he announced that he was calling it a night and going to bed.

I did not remain up too very much longer. The malt remained unopened.

This morning I believed myself to be getting up shortly after 7 a.m. ─ maybe 7:15 - 7:20 a.m. Once up, I noticed that it was actually an hour earlier. Nevertheless, I remained up.

I nurtured some hope that my brother would rise sufficiently early that we might manage to watch at least a couple of potentially good videos. He always tunes in three different Canadian news channels that he bounces around among while avoiding as many commercial breaks as he can.

Generally I join him in the vicinity of 9 a.m. This morning, he got up about an hour after I did, so I joined him around 8:15 a.m.

But no invitation to put our Android TV Box into action forthcame. Instead, I was subjected to idiot 'talking head' after idiot 'talking head', while banal tripe and drivel masquerading as news was paraded.

I finally got so irritated at him that I betook myself from the living room and returned to my bedroom. He is supposed to be enlightened as to what is and has been happening in our world these past 3½ years ─ why he remains so damned attendant to mainstream news actually disgusts me.

I knew that he would be leaving to pick up his girlfriend Bev at 10 a.m. to drive her to work, so I almost opted to just return to bed and let him have his fill of the frivolous news shows (he has no idea how to operate the Android TV Box).

But then I struck upon the notion of taking advantage of the overcast sky and the light rain that we had been enjoying, and make the four-block hike to the nearby No Frills store for the whipping cream and a few other things.

So that I did.

How strange to be out walking in a rain ─ it has been so very long!

And so I finally got my cream. By the time I was back, it was close to the time for him to leave to pick up Bev, so I waited until he had gone and then took control of the T.V.

He was back around 10:20 a.m., and by then I had a superb nearly 11-minute video set up on YouTube's GBNews channel: Neil Oliver: Weather maps are among the most blatant forms of fearmongering deployed so far.

Neil Oliver says weather maps are another example of fearmongering being exerted on the population.

I took the effort yesterday to track down the 1884 edition of Gaillard's medical journal that Neil quoted some past weather events from ─ the "Climate Experts" of today are lying to us all, for extreme heat has always be a cyclical feature of our planet's weather.

Here is the actual article:

You can find the article for yourself on page 473 of the journal at this Internet Archive link.

The next and last video I tuned in was nearly 1½ hours (1:27:05) and had been uploaded to BitChute's TheCrowhouse channel yesterday: The Binding.

Aussie Max Igan tends to ramble far too broadly in his videos to allow of an easy description, so I am not going to attempt one.

My brother and I finished up with an episode of My Family ─ this time, series two's episode three ("Parisian Beauty").

Due to last evening's shopping expedition, I had to bow out of a YouTube women's MMA match that I was watching on T.V. via our Android TV Box. I will have to finish watching the match this evening.

Prior to that match I had watched an episode of Magnum P.I. ─ I see that the fifth season is to be the last of them and I have now watched its episode five ("Welcome to Paradise, Now Die!").

As for another matter, my wife has now been back in Canada as of this past Saturday ─ probably the evening; but she has yet to show up here. I have no idea if either of her sons has visited her. She had been gone since the early evening of January 23, I believe ─ thus, she was away just one day short of six full months.

At least she has not yet pillaged my chequing account ─ that is my primary concern.

I will be getting up at 1:45 a.m. tonight to ready for a five-mile walk, so I shall not be sitting up late this evening. And should my brother show up from his daily socializing before I have yet retired for some sleep, that will be my cue to hightail it to my bedroom in order to avoid becoming entangled with him.

We have gotten quite a lot of rain this day ─ early into my evening, it is still raining. I hope that I am not in for a two-hour drenching overnight!