Why We Did Not Comply

I shall try to exercise some brevity, for my early evening is already underway.

Before getting to bed last evening around 9:15 p.m. (my cellphone alarm was set for 1:45 a.m. to get me up to prepare for a five-mile walk), I watched a very interesting women's MMA match that seems to have taken place this past April 23. 

The video was on YouTube, and was 31 minutes in length: Katalin Viola Aranyi VS Veronika Zajícová | RFA 9 | Prievidza | 22. 4. 2023.

The main reason I found the match so interesting is because not too long ago I saw beautiful young (she is 19) Veronika Zajícová fight before. And as with this match, the commentary was entirely in (I suppose) the Czech language.

Veronika's opponent this time was someone named Katalin Aranyi ─ who at 37 was not only almost double Veronika's age, but she failed to meet the weight requirement and came in about 6½ pounds heavier than Veronika. Veronika just topped 124 pounds, while Katalin topped 130½ pounds.

The match was three rounds, each round going for five minutes.

Katalin looked much heavier than Veronika. Yet even though Katalin was able to push Veronika around, the older woman was the weaker and poorer wrestler. In fact, Katalin would pin Veronika against the cage walls, but could do absolutely nothing with that advantage. It was Katalin's weight alone that held Veronika.

The match went the distance, but cutie-pie Veronika easily got the win. Katalin could not out-punch Veronika; nor could she out-wrestle her. Honestly, Katalin resembled some has-been pug pitted against a young hot-shot fighter.

The Czech Wikipedia has a biography on Veronika translated here (provided the link keeps functioning).

And there is a Czech article on Veronika telling of how fabulous the young lady is in her real life, and how she was able to rehabilitate from a crippling accident in which she was struck by a motor vehicle while using a crosswalk ─ again, this is the English translation.

Okay, I did rise overnight and had my walk. I never wore my usual light jacket ─ just a sleeveless hoodie underneath a sleeveless black denim jacket. And it was 2:12 a.m. when I left home.

Early into the walk I had my usual stop at an elementary school playground for six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups, only managing my usual four repetitions in the first set and two repetitions in the remaining five sets. And of course, I held the very last pull-up at highest elevation for a 10-count.

I saw a raccoon before I had yet walked a mile.

The only other notable occurrence was two-fold, and took place after I had left 96th Avenue and was walking Green Timbers Way (Google Map) ─ I usually follow that road as far as the Jim Pattison Outpatient Care building before cutting past it to come out almost at the intersection of Fraser Highway & 140th Street, for my route thereafter is to follow the Fraser Highway to King George Boulevard.

I was walking the 'lower' side of Green Timbers Way as you look at that map, and was nearly halfway along, when someone addressed me from behind who was on the opposite side of the road.

It was some older character on a mountain bicycle looking to buy some sort of dope ─ this was the second time in two nights that some damned idiot on a bicycle has sneaked up on me from behind to seek a sale like that! It's pissing me off.

Even though I was not able to help this guy out last night, he kept dogging along on the opposite side of the road trying to maintain an unwanted conversation. I endured it as far as the Surrey Nature Centre and then ducked into the dark woods without him noticing ─ I have no doubt then when he did see that I had disappeared, he would be left wondering what happened.

I knew that there was a well-kept pathway in the dark woods that allowed access to Fraser Highway ─ almost at the creek shown on the Google Map. So I made my way through there, intended to then just continue through the 140th Street intersection.

But then in the distance at my side of the intersection, I saw Charles ("Stickman") practicing his manoeuvres with his seven-or-so-foot pole that he carries ─ I believe that it was on July 3 that I wrote about Charles, who I believe lives in the Green Timbers Urban Forest somewhere.

I had absolutely no interest nor time in becoming involved with Charles, who has some bizarre esoteric ideas and is difficult to keep grounded in a normal conversation. Also, I only had a $20 bill on me, and no desire to be feeling compelled to be giving it away ─ not that Charles asks for handouts, as far as I know. I simply know that I would feel obliged to offer the money.

So now I was forced to hustle across Fraser Highway and work my way through the dark woods, finally coming out almost at the intersection of 96th Avenue & 140th Street ─ I should never have left 96th Avenue to walk Green Timbers Way, but of course I had no way of knowing that I would be having to avoid involvement with two different people that would entail wending my way through unlit forest.

By the time I finally got back home, I expected to have lost considerable time, but it was only 4:14 a.m. ─ I was only two minutes over two hours.

I remained outside at least another half hour to water front yard garden plants.

I think that when I finally returned to bed it was around 5:45 a.m.

Later, I was a little surprised to check the time and discover it to be 9:40 a.m. ─ rarely am I able to spend that much time in bed after one of my walks.

When I joined my younger brother for some morning T.V., we were to only watch one video (via our Android TV Box) ─ a two-hour (2:02:08) addition two days ago to Rumble's Vaccine Safety Research Foundation channel: Full Episode #85: Why We Did Not Comply.

Breaking the Illusion of Covid Consensus

We have a powerhouse show this Thursday. From Journalism to the Civil Service to Academia our powerhouse lineup are breaking their backs to shatter the Covid narrative. Investigative Journalist Rav Arora, Feds for Medical Freedom President Marcus Thornton*, and Yale Epidemiologist Harvey Risch from The Wellness Company speak with Steve Kirsch about their work.

*Marcus Thornton was illegally fired last week by the Biden State Department for his advocacy against the mandates.

The video brought us to nearly 12:30 p.m. For some reason, my brother opted for no bed rest and instead left for the day to socialize.

I did a poor job of trying to have an early afternoon nap, and decided to skip any afternoon sunning today. I entirely forgot a T.V. weather report that said we should expect some rain tomorrow, so I will not be sunning then, either.

Nor did I likely need to have watered the plants early this a.m.

This post ran longer than I intended.

I will not be rising overnight until 4 a.m., but I still do not intend to get involved with my brother this evening when he returns home ─ so I must be on the watch.

By the way, I had a late afternoon / early evening bath. Stripped naked for it, I weighed in at 185 pounds. Much of that has to do both with the walk, and the fact that before sunset last evening, I embarked on yet another Sabbath fast. I will not be eating until at least 9:30 p.m. ─ supposedly, sunset today hereabouts is 9:11 p.m.

The days are indeed growing shorter.