The Massive Land Grabs

Last evening I only had time to watch an episode of The Rookie ─ this one was season five's episode 13 ("Daddy Cop") ─ due to needing to get myself to bed shortly before 9:30 p.m. in order to feel at all like rising at 1:30 a.m. to ready for another five-mile+ walk.

Incidentally, I see now that I was absolutely correct in recognizing and identifying a guest actress as being Veronica Cartwright. She has an unusual shade of blue eyes. She is also just under a half year older than I am.

Anyway, despite trouble falling asleep, I later found myself sufficiently awake as to be curious about the time ─ was it worth the effort of trying to seek further sleep?

It was 1:25 a.m. So with a mere five minutes to go till my cellphone alarm chimed, it was folly to just uselessly lie there.

Despite the additional five minutes, I never did make my getaway until 2:10 a.m.

My wife had clearly come home from her day working at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, for her bedroom door was shut tight.

When I visited the bathroom, it sounded through the open window that I could hear a fairly regular dripping outside ─ was it raining? My bedroom window is open, but I never heard any rain falling on the carport roof just outside and below it.

I saw online that the supposed temperature hereabouts was 14.8° Celsius, if I am remembering properly.

I also had a fully-clothed weigh-in ─ without my black denim jacket, I was barely under 187 pounds; with it on, I was just under 189 pounds.

When I did leave, yes, it was very lightly raining. And so when I got to an elementary school playground for some pull-ups and chin-ups early into my walk, I had no choice but to wear my gloves to best sustain a grip on the wet equipment. I also kept on my jacket.

I failed to achieve a new target where the pull-ups were concerned, so I accepted the failure and merely added an extra set. I will not cite totals ─ it is progress that matters, not failure.

There was nothing remarkable about the walk. The rain never did stop, but it became so very light that at times I had to consciously think to see if I could actually feel any occasional specks alighting upon my shaven head.

I wore a pair of AliExpress boots that I recently acquired for just over $65, but which I discovered (after just one previous walk) were almost an abomination. Described as hikers, they are not. Actually, the term might apply in the sole sense that they not only prevent jogging, but one cannot even walk quickly in them. The forefeet constantly slap the pavement audibly, and nothing can prevent it.

As well, the soles are so 'soft' that there is little more protection than might be gotten from a pair of slippers.

Thus, I have decided that I will rotate them with three other pairs of hikers, all of which are old and wearing out. I no longer wear those boots in the daytime because the topmost layer of the heel of each boot has begun to wear away, exposing a lighter-coloured layer beneath; I feel that anyone who might be looking at my feet as I walk would perceive me as lacking in means ─ which I sort of am.

This image give a good indication of how the heels on the three boots that I am speaking of look ─ except they are all even more worn, for that top layer is in worse shape than in the image. All of the pairs of boots are at least two decades old.

I have a new pair of Teva brand boots coming that I have big hopes for; and I intend to soon place a couple of orders for other name-brand boots that are priced sensibly. The hope here is that I will be encouraged to get out during the daytime to do some walks.

The nights, though, will be devoted to me trying to wear out the four boots I am presently using. These no-brand AliExpress boots, nevertheless, just may be outside of my capacity to try and wear out ─ they are that wicked. Last night I never walked fast, nor did I attempt even a short jog; yet today, my knees feel punished.

Somehow despite this, I was back home at 4:14 a.m., so my walk only took me four minutes over an hour.

As usual I have trouble recalling just when I returned to bed, but I suspect that it was around 5:15 - 5:20 a.m.

My morning commenced maybe around 8:15 - 8:20 a.m. And I was actually downstairs and with the T.V. on by 9 a.m. because my younger brother had not yet emerged from his bedroom. Consequently, when he soon did show, he had to do without his usual fix of sappy morning news shows that he cycles through.

I had the video all set to go that we never finished watching yesterday because it was reaching too far into the noon hour. The video had been uploaded to BitChute's TheCrowhouse channel yesterday, and was over 1½ hours (1:39:55): A Hawaiian Holocaust.

You ought to be able to figure out what the video concerns. I deemed it to be so important that I linked to it in a Facebook post ─ whether any of my so-called Facebook "Friends" will actually bother to even give it a try.

I followed that video with another at BitChute ─ this time, it was at the Team Enigma channel, exceeded an hour (1:10:35), and had been added yesterday as well: Catherine Austin Fitts explains land and real estate stealing tactics on Lahaina and elswhere.

Learn how the government mafia burns neighborhoods for "redevelopment" (i.e. steal and transfer to their friends in exchange for funding political campaigns). We also talk about global plan of WHO to do the same on pretexts of "pandemics". We discuss what people can do to protect themselves.

I believe that I will also see if I can make a Facebook post with this video. [And I did!]

We watched both videos on T.V. via our Android TV Box.

We finished up with a movie that I had previously downloaded, but we had to quit it for want of time. I will report on it when we finish viewing it.

My wife had another full work day ahead of her, and gave herself little time to spare in getting away on her rather long drive. Fortunately the restaurant does not open until 11 a.m., but it is best to show up well before then!

The very light rain that I finished my walk in ended well before I commenced my morning, and there were quite a lot of lengthy sunny breaks today. I will be having another walk in the coming wee a.m., and this time should be able to exercise bare-handed and without a jacket. My intention is to match my recent best performance with those pull-ups and chin-ups.

It is after 8 p.m. now ─ I must sup, and be set to get to bed sensibly early.

Woke Nightmare

In a very few months I will be forsaking this platform because Google is making it far too difficult to have a blog with any advertisements. I have no understanding of ─ nor the interest to learn ─ just what the blazes it is that I am supposed to do to pass muster and keep my blog online.

Google uses numerous acronyms that are practically meaningless to me; and even when they link to what is supposedly some simplified solution as in the following blurb, it should be apparent to most human beings that figuring out this mess will probably take one or more full days of immersion.

I will not be so bothered. I will give up my blog first.

Beginning 16 January 2024, Google will require all publishers serving ads to EEA and UK users to use a Google-certified consent management platform (CMP). You can use any Google-certified CMP for this purpose, including Google's own consent management solution. If you are interested in using Google's consent management solution, start by setting up your GDPR message.

Part of this nightmare requires linking to my "Privacy Policy" page ─ WTF? 

What am I, some corporation with a legal staff and IT whizzes who fathom all of this nonsense? No, I am most definitely not!

I am merely a pensioner with no other income source who is buried in debt and facing his 74th birthday in about 1½ months. A number of years ago ─ it was October 21, 2016 ─ I finally amassed enough of a balance ($100) in my AdSense account to merit a payout, but I am since then presently only 34% of the way towards any such further payout.

In other words, in almost seven years, I am barely over a third of the way to getting my next payout ─ so, would that be in something over 13 years from now, then? If I am still alive, I will be around 88 years old, for Pete's sake!

I am done with this.

But back to today's post.

I never had any time last evening to watch T.V., and I was to bed before 9:30 p.m. with my cellphone alarm set for 1:30 a.m. to get me up to ready for a five-mile+ walk.

When that time arrived, I was to once again see that my youngest stepson was still up in the boys' den area, but he never proved an impediment to my secret preparations. I saw that my wife had gotten home from work at some point, for her bedroom door was shut tight.

I now forget what the claimed online temperature for hereabouts was, but I believe that it was below 15° Celsius. We had gotten rain earlier.

I also checked my chequing account balance, for I saw a 'low balance' warning in the Inbox of one of my E-mail accounts ─ this usually means that my wife has plunged the account below $100.

Sure enough ─ I had left over $560 in it yesterday after receiving my monthly pension and transferring out most of it to an account my wife cannot access, but she had gone and withdrawn $500. And I saw that she did so at an ATM at the casino she is addicted to gambling at.

I was furious. I had only left the $500 in the account because over the next several days there will be automated debits coming from it that will total well over $300, and I do not know exactly just when these debits will occur because the larger of them normally strikes on the 2nd of a month, but I cannot recall if this applies even on a weekend.

And now all of that cushion money was gone, and I now would have to replace it.

I am writing calmly now, but I was almost overcome with rage and despair ─ even at God, for He knows how difficult her addiction has been and still is for me. And somehow, she always seems to strike the very day that I get my pension ─ I do not even precisely know the exact day it will show up. In my illogical hysteria, I sometimes feel that He works with her against me, and enjoys watching the desperation and emotional trauma I go through when this happens.

I was to rage aloud at times during my long walk, so upset would I become betimes.

I was further upset because when I weighed myself fully clothed before leaving on my walk, I was 190 pounds with my black denim jacket on, and 188 pounds with it off. Just two nights before that, I had been three pounds lighter, and one pound lighter when I left on my walk the night before last.

This all mattered when I stopped early into my walk at an elementary school playground for six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups because two nights prior when I was three pounds lighter, I set a new norm in repetitions that I only barely was able to match one night before last.

So perturbed over this mysterious accumulation of weight, and almost distraught over the lost money from my account that I believed was all gambled away, I had scant heart to exercise. Too, everything was dripping wet from the earlier rain, so I had to wear gloves.

When my first set of pull-ups was a failure due to my lack of heart to eke out just one more pull-up, my spirit broke ─ there would be no hope then of matching the two previous nights. All I could do was add a few extra sets as compensation for my failure.

Then to my additional misfortune, about midway through my exercising I became aware that there were two male figures in the distance advancing towards me across the school's pea gravel play-field.

I was forced to retreat to the front of the school where I spent some while out of sight watching for the pair of intruders to pass through.

They did not.

The opposite side of the school from the playground I had been at has equipment designed for younger kids, so I went there to finish up my exercising. I no sooner got set to resume, when 20 feet away at a fence bordering some bushes, I noticed a subdued light and heard a muffled voice ─ the culprits I had seen must have come around this way instead of passing by where I had previously been. Maybe they had noticed me there, and became uncertain of what they were walking into.

Now absolutely pissed off, I betook myself from there and returned to the opposite side of the school where I finally completed exercising. By then, I had lost far too much time. It was good that I had set off from home unusually early ─ 2 a.m.

There is nothing else about my walk thereafter that I can recall as standing out, but as it happened when I was returning for home and cutting through the back of the school property, I was about to be crossing right past the younger kids' playground when ─ beneath the platform on a set of stairs leading to the school's second storey ─ I saw a subdued light again, along with shapes that included one guy lying semi-curled up with his back to me.

I concluded that it was the same pair, either homeless or else junkies or some such. Either they had nowhere else to spend the night; or else they were simply wiped out physically and felt themselves unable to go wherever they should have been, and had decided to crash under some shelter and sleep as best they could.

I felt scant sympathy for them. What really gave me pause, though, is why ─ if they were indeed homeless ─ they are able to afford some sort of of light that they can keep burning all night?

If they are homeless, how do they keep it recharged, if it is rechargeable?

When I am out during my walks at night I encounter a surprising number of people who are seemingly just aimlessly loitering or wandering about who not only have lights with them, but sometimes even music players!

I don't get it at all. There was nothing like that back in the 1970s and 1980s when I was in my 20s and 30s and sometimes surviving almost solely through the mercy of my family.

Anyway, I was back home by 4:07 a.m., which was not too terrible considering the time I had lost at that school.

I do not recall when I returned to bed, but I hope it wasn't much after 5:30 a.m.

My morning began in the vicinity of 8:30 a.m. when I rose, and soon I was downstairs to watch some T.V. with my younger brother.

When around 9:10 a.m. he had me put our Android TV Box into action, I led us off with a 38-minute video uploaded to YouTube's The Telegraph channel yesterday: Canada's woke nightmare: A warning to the West | Documentary.

The description to the video is far, far too long for me to care to reproduce here, so take a chance and refer to the video write-up for yourself.

My brother left after that video was done so that he could pick up his girlfriend Bev at 10 a.m. and drive her to work, but he let me know as he was leaving that he would also be getting his hair cut and would thus be later than usual in returning.

As a result, it was possibly 11:10 a.m. before we commenced our next video; and due to how long it was running, my brother begged off from watching all of it and asked that we continue with it tomorrow.

Therefore, I shall withhold identification of the video until it has been watched in full.

Now, about my wife.

After she rose in the morning, I was much calmer, and bided time to see if she would acknowledge what she had done. Well, it was to happen that she twice made that acknowledgement in low tones, clearly not wanting her sons to hear.

She even expressed that she would pay it back "soon". I think that once she even mentioned that she was having to buy someone a birthday gift, but obviously it would not be anywhere near a value of $500.

Did she gamble last night? I never asked. Nor do I know just when she got home, but there were four empty bottles of beer in the kitchen from a case of a dozen she brought home Monday. I cannot say if she drank them, though ─ one or both of her stepsons might be responsible or at least involved.

I reckon that it was to the birthday party that she likely got dolled up for mid-afternoon earlier and then left, saying she was unsure just when she would be back. She allowed that she is expected to work full days both tomorrow and Friday at the Thai restaurant (it opens at 11 a.m.).

I will be having another early a.m. walk tonight, so I intend to be to bed no later than 9:30 p.m., and perhaps nearer 9 p.m. Thus, I do not expect to be up when she returns,

The weather cleared up considerably today, for we have had clouds, but also considerable sunshine. And sunny weather is predicted for the weekend.

I must go ─ it is approaching 8 p.m. and I must sup. I might also work in a can of strong (8% alcohol) malt.

The Biosecurity State

Following an episode of Magnum P.I. early last evening ─ this one was season five's episode six ("Dead Ringer") ─ I was not up too much longer before getting to bed. My wife was entertaining herself, so I did not feel inclined enough to bid her a goodnight.

And I think that my younger brother was soon thereafter home from his daily socializing ─ yes, I recall that he was. My wife had been into some beer, so she was more open to communicating with him, and he did not sound to me to be outlandishly drunk.

I do not recall the time of my retirement, but I suspect that it was ahead of 9:30 p.m., with my cellphone alarm set for 1:30 a.m. to get me up to begin readying for one of my five-mile+ walks.

When that time came, I believe that my youngest stepson was likely still up downstairs in the boys' den area, but I was able to ready in peace upstairs and probably slipped away unnoticed. If I remember aright, an online check of the temperature hereabouts may have been listed as 15.8° Celsius (60.44° F.).

I had also weighed myself fully clothed. First without my black denim jacket: 187 pounds. And then with it on: 189 pounds. This was discouraging, for 24 hours earlier I was fully two pounds lighter.

Note that just ahead of 7 p.m. the previous evening, we had a rainstorm start to pass over. Yet when I left home on my walk at 2:08 a.m., everything was as dry as if the rain had never been. However, the sky was overcast, and that makes for better night visibility because a certain amount of light reflects from the cloud ceiling.

I was concerned about my showing when early into the walk I stopped at an elementary school playground for six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups. The previous night I had managed to add one pull-up to the first set, and that generally means that I am confronted with the possibility of establishing what will be a new normal in performance.

But I was inspired the previous night by how comparatively light I had been at a weigh-in before leaving home on the walk ─ that inspiration was now lost.

Nevertheless, I removed my jacket and did my best. And somehow, I suffered through and matched the performance ─ five and then three pull-ups in the first two sets; then three chin-ups in the middle two sets; and finally two pull-ups between a pair of gymnastics-style rings in the final two sets, with the final pull-up held at fullest elevation for a 15-count.

I always lower myself to a full lat-spreading hang before rallying for the next elevation.

And I finished up with 10 slow full-range push-ups in a declined posture on a cement ramp. I always lower myself until my body is just barely making some contact with the ground ─ thighs, torso, and chin.

It was all a hard-won workout for this 73-year-old.

About 1¾ miles into my walk, I could hear ─ barely ─ distant thunder in the south. Initially I thought that it might have only been the sound of some large metal container being moved. But the thunder advanced my way remarkably fast.

And just over halfway into my walk, I started to feel some raindrops. I was never to get wet, for the rain was not much sustained until I was maybe a half mile from home. And I was back here by 4:07 a.m.

Incidentally, those departure and arrival back times precisely matched the previous night's.

About a half hour after getting home, I heard my eldest stepson's alarm, so I knew he had a morning 12-hour sift scheduled for 6 a.m., so I shut myself up in my bedroom to give him all the peace and privacy that we might both actually appreciate.

I am unclear on when I returned to bed, so let's just speculate that it was around 5:30 a.m. or soon thereafter. My morning was to commence just after 8:30 a.m., I believe.

After I joined my brother for some T.V., it was not too much after 9 a.m. that he invited me to put our Android TV Box to work.

First up was a 39-minute video that had been uploaded earlier in the morning to Rumble's childrenshealthdefense channel: TSA + The Biosecurity State.

Then we watched the latest production on YouTube's Dane Wigington channel: Geoengineering Watch Global Alert News, August 26, 2023, # 420.

Then came a 28-minute addition last December 8 to Rumble's The Why Files channel: The US Military's Secret Flying Saucer Project | Alien Reproduction Vehicles (ARVs).

In 1988, aerospace designer Brad Sorenson went to Norton Air Force base for the annual air show. The show was the chance for aerospace companies and military contractors to show off new technology to top military and government officials. Brad wanted to network and maybe grab a new client or two.

At some point, Brad got turned around and separated from his group. He hopped into another group and ended up in a large hangar watching a presentation given by a three-star general.

At first it was the typical rundown for various top secret aircraft. Brad figured he was in the right place.

He wasn't.

The general signalled to someone and a huge curtain was pulled, revealing three aircraft that nobody was expecting.

And just to finish up, I tuned in a men's MMA match on YouTube that was something like 15 minutes.

We've had an overcast day, and at times there has been rain. It is all actually quite welcome. Notwithstanding, I do not know what to expect when I have another wee a.m. walk tonight.

My wife had to work today at the Thai restaurant where she currently has very limited employment. It opens at 11 a.m., so she left on her fairly long drive around 10:15 a.m. ─ but she did so without a word to me.

I don't know why she is often like that.

She will want something from me soon enough ─ some help of some sort ─ and will then find herself endowed of some civility.

But it is after 8:30 p.m. already, and I must be set to get to bed within an hour, so I am closing down here.

The Injustice System

I watched no T.V. last evening ─ the spare time was simply not in existence. Yet it is possible that I was not to bed until almost 9:40 p.m., my cellphone alarm set for 1:30 a.m. to get me up to ready for one of my five-mile+ walks.

When I did rise, my youngest stepson still seemed to be up, but he was settled into the boys' den area and I was able to do my readying undisturbed.

Supposedly the temperature hereabouts was 14.5° Celsius (58.1° F.), according to an online check.

I weighed myself fully clothed in my black denim jacket (c. 187 pounds) and without it (c. 185 pounds). This was most remarkable, for it was not at all long ago when a nude body weight of 185 pounds would have been encouraging.

I slipped away on my walk at 2:08 a.m., finding the moonless sky clear but for some very wispy traces of cloud.

When early into my walk I stopped at an elementary school playground for six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups, that remarkably light fully clothed body weight was fresh in my mind; and as a result, I managed to fairly comfortably increase my pull-ups in the first set by one ─ and now I fear that I am going to be forcing myself to seek to make this my new normal.

So in the first two sets of pull-ups, I managed five and then three repetitions; then three chin-ups in the next two sets; and as usual, two pull-ups in the final two sets between a pair of gymnastics-style rings. And the last of those pull-ups on the rings was held at highest elevation for a 15-count.

I finished up with 10 slow full-range push-ups in a declined posture on a cement ramp.

I have to admit that I was feeling rather good about myself.

Apart from some a**-hole who yelled as he drove past me at one point on my walk, there was nothing much else mention-worthy; and I was back home by 4:07 a.m. Evidently my youngest stepson was just about to retire.

I never returned to bed until shortly past 6 a.m.

My morning began a little before 8:30 a.m. when I rose and dressed, and was soon downstairs to watch some T.V. with my brother.

At his invitation at 9 a.m., I put our Android TV Box to work and we finished off the last half of a video we had to break from during yesterday's noon hour ─ at approximately an hour long, it had been added to Rumble's A Warrior Calls channel two days ago: Lawful Offices: Christopher James - The Fake & Corrupt Injustice System.

The Amazing Christopher James Pritchard - Kevin Hoyt interviews the Lawful Expert from Canada. Christopher picked the mother of all battles and won... he literally PROVED that THE VID does not exist. I guess everyone missed it.

He shows how the fake Governments and fake courts really have ZERO jurisdiction or authority over YOU and they know it. It all comes down to three simple questions and not falling back into their trap. 3 questions and you're out! AMAZING!!!

Kevyn Hoyt, GrassRootsWarriorNetwork: https://t.me/GRWN11
Mirror: https://rumble.com/v3aoycw-lawful-offices2-christopher-james-3-questions-and-your-out.html

I have not before heard of American Kevin Hoyt, but I find myself liking the guy.

I next tuned in Odessa Orlewicz's 23-minute video of yesterday: Martial Law In Shuswap Area To Punish Local Residents For Saving Homes & Helping Each Other.

Apparently they may have dropped the $60 permit cost. It is unclear. Martial law for Canadians that were trying to save their homes with help from their community.

The video is also available on Rumble here.

The final video of this ilk that we were to watch was also on Rumble ─ it exceeded an hour and was livestreamed three days ago to Laura-Lynn Tyler Thompson's channel: Live With Major Jeffrey Prather.

Retired special operations soldier, Major Jeffrey Prather joins us today and will talk about the deep state’s involvement in child trafficking and how we can help stop it.
The Prather Brief: https://americanmediaperiscope.com/the-prather-brief/

We concluded our viewing with an episode of the old BBC sitcom Coupling ─ this time it was season two's episode two ("My Dinner in Hell").

My brother thereafter had a wee bit of bed rest while I had my day's first meal. He left for the day while I was still involved here at my computer, but I did soon seek a nap.

The morning had considerable blue sky and sunshine, but by midday this largely changed. It grew overcast, and we may yet have some rain this evening. Should that be so and it continues overnight, I will likely find myself unable to match last night's totals in the pull-ups and chin-ups ─ I would need to wear gloves for the wet bars, and I would also likely have to wear my jacket (I removed it to exercise last night).

We shall see.

My wife arrived home around mid-afternoon, but I will not allow her presence to keep me up late. Besides, both of her sons are home.

With that said, I am going to break loose and watch some T.V., and maybe even have two cans of strong (8% alcohol) malt ─ one for sure!

And it is raining audibly as I type these words at 6:55 p.m.

Journey Back

Lord, this post is somehow going to have to be relatively brief ─ it is already after 8 p.m., and I must yet sup and be to bed by 9:30 p.m. at latest so that I can rise at 1:30 a.m. to begin readying for a five-mile+ walk.

Early last evening I scored a home run with the Christmas movie that I selected ─ a 2016 Hallmark feature titled Journey Back to Christmas. It was all I could do to hold myself to two cans of strong (8% alcohol) malt.

I watched the entire emotional feature without realizing that the heroine was played by Hallmark Christmas usual Candace Cameron Bure.

The male lead was Oliver Hudson ─ he was completely familiar to me, though not the name, but I never could figure out which T.V. series I knew him from. I see now that it was the long-running Rules of Engagement.

I wish I had more time to talk of the movie, but I don't. It may have had a rather sappy ending, but I would still give it all five stars as a Christmas movie. If you have a good ad blocker, you could try watching it at MovieJoy or M4uHD, as two online examples.

What a miserable night I was to have thereafter. It all began at some point after I had gotten to sleep. Some young South Asian jackasses living in the house a dozen or so feet from ours began playing their stereo as loud as it could probably go ─ and it was the sort of throbbing beat with the undulating warbling so typical of East Indian / Pakistani popular music.

It was truly dreadful. They did eventually drop the volume, but it was still penetrating; and when I rose at 4 a.m. it continued for another full hour.

I don't know what those a**-holes think they have the right to do, for this is not the first time. I spoke about it with my youngest stepson, and he said that although he did manage to finally fall asleep, on a previous occasion he actually went next door and told them to turn it down or he would be phoning the police.

He said that there was no party going on ─ just two or three young males sitting around in a gloomy living room. It seemed to be the same last night ─ no party nor even any audible conversation. And the only lighting was a subdued yellowish glow.

I had a five-mile+ walk planned for this morning that would culminate in some grocery shopping at Save-On-Foods once I was a mile or so from home on the return portion of the walk. Unfortunately, I failed to get away as early as I wanted in order to make possible some exercise, so I dispensed with any. I barely got on my way ahead of 6 a.m.

By the time I was back, my younger brother was already up and watching T.V. After I put away my purchases and dressed down, I joined him. However, when he kept watching his ludicrous repetitive news programmes that were really little more than morning-show entertainment T.V., I left him to it ─ I could stand no more.

I really do believe that he must have some brain damage or deterioration.

Surprisingly though, somewhere between 9 - 9:30 a.m., he came upstairs after turning the T.V. off and proclaimed that he was going to lie down.

I soon enough also sought a nap. Apparently I was more successful; when I later rose, he was again watching T.V.

I joined him anew, and this time he did invite me to put on our Android TV Box ─ by then it was nigh noon. So I tuned in an 11-minute video added just today to Rumble's AKStraightSpeaks channel: Ghosted by Trudeau in Vancouver.

It had been recorded yesterday outside of the Fairmont Hotel where our corrupt federal leader was speaker at a fundraiser for his political party.

We also watched something else, but it was long, and my brother gave up half way though because he wanted to try for bed rest again. I will tune it back in tomorrow and start off where we broke away.

I never sunned today. True, I did not much feel like it; but today is a bath day, so it took priority of my 'spare' time. Stripped down for the bath early this evening, my naked body weight was 179 pounds at very most.

I must close here ─ it is after 8:45 p.m.

The Panic and the Cure

Last evening I had to delay having some supper because my wife was home and busy cooking. The problem here is that I was wanting to commence a Sabbath fast that is supposed to begin as of sundown, so I ought to be done eating before then ─ for example, supposedly sundown hereabouts is 8:06 p.m.

Yet I was at her mercy, and 8 p.m. had arrived. She of course had no idea I was planning a fast. Consequently, it was officially after sundown before she dished me up some supper, and I never did finish until something like 8:40 p.m.

Bless her.

We were home alone, and I was watching on T.V. via our Android TV Box a YouTube video just exceeding an hour (1:03:08) that had been uploaded August 23 to the Jamie Hanshaw channel: Satanic Initiation Through Pop Music - Out of This World #33.

Jamie and Brittany Sellner talk about music, healing, Doja Cat, Lil NAS X, Beyonce, and other pop stars and their satanic imagery in music videos.

I wish that I had people in my life like these two beautiful Christian ladies.

My wife repaired to her sons' den area to eat and watch videos on her smartphone or tablet, so when I forsook T.V. and came upstairs to my bedroom to remove myself from the orbit of my younger brother once he arrived home from his daily socializing, I finally decided to just get to bed without a word to my wife.

And so I did. My cellphone alarm was set for 1:30 a.m. to get me up to ready for one of my five-mile+ walks.

When my alarm chimed, I was slowly readying here in my bedroom where I keep this computer, the bedroom door still shut, when I heard my eldest stepson arrive home. This was going to mean that he would be sitting up farting around in the kitchen, and eating and watching videos on his laptop or tablet at the dining table.

I would have to ready in clandestine fashion here in my bedroom, and then do my best to slip away unnoticed. My walks are no one's business but mine.

I had made an online temperature check, and it was supposedly identical hereabouts to the previous night's check: 15° Celsius (59° F.).

Then just as I was about set to go, I heard one of my stepsons come upstairs and occupy himself in the bathroom ─ I was denied the opportunity to weigh myself fully clothed so that I would know what total body weight I would be dealing with when I stopped early into my walk at an elementary school playground for a half dozen sets of pull-ups and chin-ups.

This was distinctly annoying.

It was 2:03 a.m. (I believe) once I was outside the locked front door and on my way under a seemingly clear moonless sky.

Note that I was wearing the brand new hikers that had arrived that morning in the mail ─ I had ordered them on August 15 from AliExpress.com, and had paid $65 and change in the hope that this somewhat elevated price would equate to a better quality pair of boots.

It did not.

I was to find that the fit was not problematic, but the only suggestion of a brand name on them is a tag affixed over the tops of each shoe's tongue reading "Outdoor". There is nothing else imprinted or stitched to the boots except the size "46" tag inside each one.

The boots look really good, and I am delighted that they arrived from Asia a mere 10 days after I had ordered them.

But they are miserable to walk in. The soles seem too lacking in support when one is walking ─ it is almost like walking on the soles of a fairly cheap pair of sneakers, except that the heel is of course more pronounced.

Yet despite this 'softness' to the soles, every step of both shoes resulted in a slapping of the forefoot that was very audible and impossible to quiet. As well, it was impossible for me to take on a quick-paced stride because the forced flat-footed effect of the soles disabled my ability to easily rise upon the ball of the foot to facilitate taking steps. 

And that is precisely how I would describe the sole of these boots where actual walking / hiking is concerned ─ that is, disabling rather than enhancing of that activity.

I was to eventually attempt some easy jogging along an isolated stretch of highway, adopting a shuffling sort of short-paced step ─ the effect was abominable. The slapping of the forefoot was ludicrously loud, and it was impossible not to jog flat-footed.

Apart from all of that, I early recognized in my walk that the boots made me feel unstable. I weaved / staggered a little more than I am accustomed to doing (I have trouble walking in a flawlessly direct line, tending to meander somewhat); but I felt so very unstable that if I was to have to struggle with somebody in a conflict, I would have been very disadvantaged. Put simply, my footing was distinctly insecure.

These are not tactical-quality boots ─ anyone wearing them would be hugely impaired. Forget running, and certainly forget advancing quietly ─ that audible slapping of the forefoot is impossible to prevent. I do not believe that any reviewer who received an identical pair of these boots actually walked five or more miles in them like I did before leaving a review.

These are the boots, although mine were B2026black:

Do not buy these!

I left a critical review, but it seemed to me that the effort was wasted ─ it was somehow 'failed'.

Returning to the walk, though, I was back ahead of 4:10 a.m., so I was not away too terribly over two hours. And my youngest stepson was then up! However, I managed to get upstairs without any involvement between us.

And I was again to bed by 5:45 a.m., as I recall.

My younger brother and I never began watching videos on T.V. together until near 10:30 a.m. Although I had risen just after 9 a.m., it was not until nearly 10 a.m. that I discovered that my wife's bedroom door was wide open and she was not here! Evidently she had risen earlier and taken off. It might have been a Thai Buddhist event that she attended, but I doubt that she will be returning until after the weekend.

So what did my brother and I watch?

First, it was two of Odessa Orlewicz's videos, the second of which was extremely short (under five minutes).

The first was 46 minutes, and apparently recorded on August 22: Canada Fires- Why Was A Back Burn Planned But The Local Residents NOT Informed? Interview.

THE ECHO STOPS AFTER A FEW MINUTES.

Firefighters were told to "stand down..." while residents of Canada's Celista, BC near Shuswap are in awe. They all knew by Tuesday August 15th that 30km winds were coming. Why did firefighters light a back burn knowing the winds would carry it to that residential area, but not inform those residents? My guest today is Stef and Jorne. That fire came right to their back steps but firefighters refused to help saying they were to told to "stand down." My guest feels that they are trying to starve the citizens out so they can "let it all burn." Listen in to all of the details about this very strange and sad story in the age of "Smart C!ties," Global!sm, and the under funding of resources, while Trudeau sends millions to Ukraine.

The second shorter video was apparently recorded yesterday: Yep. Next Step of The Wildlands Project. Stop Insuring Homes Outside Of The City.

Upload of a 5 minute LIVE showing the mainstream news talking about areas that may not be able to get house insurance eventually... due to the "climate change wildfires."

After that I tuned in a long (1:24:21) August 24 livestream to Rumble's Vaccine Safety Research Foundation channel: VSRF Livestream #91: Maui Update, The Return of Mask Mandates & Emergency Preparedness.

Senior Pastor of Calvary Chapel Maui & Pediatric Cardiologist Dr. Kirk Milhoan, MD, No College Mandates Founder Lucia Sinatra, and Pharmicist Dr. Robert Seik PharmD, Chief of Integrated Therapeutics at The Wellness Company, headline VSRF Live this week.

Join us this week for VSRF Live as we explore what’s really happening in Maui, the return of mask and other mandates on college campuses across America, and The Wellness Company’s emergency medical kits.

Kirk Milhoan received his BA from PLNU, his PhD from UCSD, and his MD from Jefferson Medical College in Philadelphia. He performed his pediatric residency in the Air Force at David Grant Medical Center at Travis AFB and his pediatric Cardiology Fellowship at San Diego Children’s Hospital. He and his wife, Dr. Kim, started For Hearts and Souls in 2001, which is a Christian medical missions organization primarily oriented towards serving children around the world who do not have access to adequate pediatric cardiac care. Kirk Milhoan has also led home groups and Bible studies for over 20 years.

“My desire is for the church to be a body of believers following the great call of Christ to serve others and share the gospel, submitting ourselves to the will of Jesus Christ as known by thoroughly studying His word and seeking Him in prayer.”

Lucia Sinatra is a recovering corporate securities attorney. After becoming a mother, Lucia turned her attention to fighting inequities in public schools in California for students with learning disabilities. She co-founded NoCollegeMandates.com to help fight college vaccine mandates and is a contributing writer to The Brownstone Institute.

Dr. Robert Seik is a compounding pharmacist and owner of Partell Pharmacy located at 5835 S Eastern Ave Suite 101, Las Vegas. His pharmacy has been in business for over 20 years.

He is known for his cutting edge and forward-thinking solutions to traditional medical treatment challenges. Therefore, it’s no surprise that his pharmacy was the first preferred independent pharmacy to partner with The Wellness Company.

Dr. Robert Seik has extensive experience in the pharmaceutical and biotech industry working with national networks of research physicians for companies including Schering-Plough, InterMune, and Valeant Pharmaceuticals. During his career Robert was involved in the research and marketing of novel agents for the treatment of various infectious diseases, endocrine, and immune disorders.

Robert completed his pharmacy degree at Duquesne University in Pittsburgh, PA and his clinical training focused on infectious disease and outcomes research.

A long description, but worthy of supplying in full.

If my brother acquired any bed rest afterwards, it will surprise me. He is always so infernally eager to get away to socialize. Since I was not going to have to have my nap delayed by a noon hour meal, I had it and ─ barely ahead of 2 p.m. ─ was out in the backyard sunning. This was our first clear sky in several days ─ wildfire smoke has largely blotted out our Sun.

I managed to log in something over an hour and 35 minutes ─ I needed it.

My early evening has been wearing on, so I wish to end this post and catch some T.V. before eventually having my day's first meal. First, though, I want to mention something that caught me wholly unawares ─ a weigh-in result not much more than an hour ago. I was so taken aback that at first I was unsure that I was reading the analog registration properly.

Somehow, I managed to drop down to 176 pounds!

I will not be rising exceptionally early tomorrow, for I intend to do some grocery shopping while returning from that five-mile+ walk. Consequently, my alarm will be set for the 'late' morning hour of 4 a.m.

Bending the Rules

Since I failed to complete yesterday's post due to waywardness, I am going to mention the videos that my younger brother and I watched on T.V. that morning beginning shortly after 9 a.m. when I began operating our Android TV Box.

First up was a short (nine minutes) addition of August 22 to Rumble's AKStraightSpeaks channel: BC Burns but why would authorities light a backburn in Shuswap?

I next tuned in an hour-long (1:06:12) addition of the same day to Rumble's mariazeee channel: Jamie Hanshaw - Witchcraft, Mind Control & the Satanists of the New World Order.

Jamie Hanshaw joins Maria Zeee to expose the ancient occult and Satanic practices still in force today with those working to usher in the New World Order, discussing how the globalists use witchcraft and other tactics for mind control of the masses.

My brother wanted me to abandon the video after a half hour, so I did so, but I did watch the remainder in the mid-afternoon. I like Jamie Hanshaw, even though this was my first exposure to the young woman. My brother was put off by her seeming distraction and occasional forgetfulness, but I found her awkwardness to be endearing.

And she is so nice to look at!

Thanks to her, I now see A.I. as something far more potentially sinister than anything I had previously imagined. That is, what if Satan and his demons are able to manifest through that technology ─ it would make something like a Ouija board irrelevant! They could directly connect with each and every one of us and we would only think that it is the ingenious work of artificial intelligence (A.I.).

This is diabolical, and I have no idea why the possibility never before struck me.

Maria did not offer any links to Jamie, but this is her YouTube channel. I am going to have to keep tabs on her latest videos, even if I must watch them alone.

Anyway, after I abandoned Maria's video on behalf of my brother, I tuned in a slightly longer (1:10:46) upload on August 18 to BitChute's Mercola channel: Optimize Your Eye Health with Holistic Strategies.

Learn simple remedies and tools that can help you address common vision problems and see how your diet, lifestyle and stress can also impact your vision.

Your eyes have high oxygen requirements as their metabolic rate is high, so once your body or brain begins to deteriorate, your eyes are among the first places where symptoms initially emerge

Exposure to radiation, especially a lot of electromagnetic field (EMF) exposure from cellphones and Wi-Fi routers can tax the eyes. Your eyes are also highly susceptible to and damaged by polyunsaturated fats (PUFAs) such as linoleic acid.

Macular degeneration is commonly related to excessive PUFA intake. Many with glaucoma tend to be affected by mold, or they have root canals or mercury fillings, while cataracts are caused by environmental toxicity, nutrient deficiencies and low antioxidant status.

You can stop the progression of many eye diseases by eating unprocessed foods, cutting out seed oils and improving your nutrient status. Zinc and vitamin C are two nutrients that are particularly important for eye health.

If your eyeglass prescription is based on your vision at 20 feet, then when you’re working on something up close, like your computer, your prescription is actually 20 times too strong. Wearing those glasses while working all day will definitely make your vision worse, so consider getting a second set of glasses that are set for the distance of your computer.

What a brilliant interviewee young optometrist Dr. Taylor DeGroot proved herself to be! And another beauty ─ she reminded me of a young Jennifer Aniston.

Dr. Mercola failed to link to what I believe was Dr. Taylor's sole online location, but this is it ─ her Instagram account.

We finished up our viewing with the last third of a movie I had previously recorded, but which we did not have the time to watch on Wednesday in one sitting ─ 2012's Bending the Rules. I had recorded it because I am a huge Alicia Witt fan, but I did not appreciate her role in this feature.

And I only just now discovered that main character Detective Nick Blades was played by professional wrestler Edge (Adam Copeland)!

I was pleased to find very familiar Jennifer Esposito was a cast member ─ I cannot precisely identify which T.V. series and movies have made her so recognizable to me, but she sure is! Extremely attractive woman.

As for the movie, it was formulaic and unremarkable. But if you want to watch it anyway and have a good ad blocker, try MoviesJoy, or M4uHD, or even Fmovies ─ just three examples among many such websites.

My wife had to work the latter part of the day yesterday ─ I think the Thai restaurant opens at 4 or 4:30 p.m. following a mid-afternoon break. But she left here around 2:30 p.m. that afternoon. I had just risen following an early afternoon nap, so I don't think that she realized that I was up. I heard her say goodbye to her youngest son, and she was gone.

Apparently she got caught up after work in mischief and has not returned ─ I expect that she is gone for the weekend, as usual.

[That was not so ─ as it was to happen after I made that claim, around 6:40 p.m. this evening she showed up.]

I want to mention that when I had stripped down naked for a bath early yesterday evening, I actually weighed in at just under 180 pounds.

I think that I may have gotten to bed at 9:20 p.m. or so, with my cellphone alarm set for 1:30 a.m. to get me up for one of my five-mile+ walks despite how disappointed I was with myself. My supper just before bedtime included some of my wife's leftover pasta as well as a slice of pizza, so I anticipated some sleep issues as a result. But I did not suffer for it.

When I rose at 1:30 a.m. ─ and I had a few conscious periods beforehand ─ I did not feel too bad. No one else was up, so I was able to ready for my walk in peace. The temperature hereabouts was supposedly 15° Celsius (59° F.), according to an online check.

I did weigh myself, fully clothed and in my black denim jacket ─ I was just under 187 pounds, if I am recollecting aright. However, when early into my walk (and I left home at 2:04 a.m.) I stopped at an elementary school playground for my usual six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups, I decided to exercise without the jacket. 

Underneath it I had on a light sleeveless hoodie, so I had to have been at least a pound lighter without the jacket.

I reasonably comfortably managed my usual repetitions: four and then three pull-ups in the first two sets; then three chin-ups in each of the next two sets; and finally, two pull-ups between a pair of gymnastics-style rings in the final two sets, and the very last pull-up was held at highest elevation for a 12- to 15-count.

Afterwards, I believe that I managed 10 slow full-range push-ups in a declined position on a cement ramp.

I can't recall anything noteworthy about the walk. I did some old-person shuffling jogging along a very lightly trafficked avenue in order to make some time. And the late-night intersection construction (pipe-laying) that has been going on at Fraser Highway & King George Boulevard (Google Map) had just about been called off for the night when I first passed the area maybe around 2:30 a.m. or soon thereafter, so when I came by that way again around 3:45 a.m. or a bit later, everyone was gone.

It was 4:04 a.m. once I was back home, so I was gone about two hours.

And I may have gotten back to bed by 5:30 a.m. at worst.

My morning began just ahead of 8:30 a.m., and I was soon enough downstairs to watch some T.V. with my brother.

Around 9:10 a.m., he invited me to tune in some videos via our Android TV Box, so I started us off with a 23-minute video added to Rumble's AKStraightSpeaks channel yesterday: Shuswap Coverage Continues...what you aren't being told.

And then it was yesterday's addition to Rumble's A Warrior Calls channel: They Are Killing Us All - Warriors Unite in North America. 

It exceeded 1⅓ hours, and was Christopher James' usual mix that makes it far too difficult to describe, but it did have much concerning Firefly Light Therapy with a short interview of Dr. Len Saputo.

The sky has been uselessly overcast with cloud and / or wildfire smoke today, so there was not even the remotest lure out there for me to care to be wasting time sitting in an effort to benefit from some sunlight exposure.

I have some possible good news to report concerning the boots I ordered from AliExpress back on August 15 that were projected to arrive by September 5 ─ they showed up this morning.

I had ordered European size 46, which is supposed to be somewhere around a size 12 or 13 here in North America. I have always just selected size 11 when buying footwear in person, and seldom went wrong. But these are definitely smaller than that, despite the size tag inside them identifying them as being 46.

The left boot fits fair, but the right seems to impinge upon my toes.

I will give them a test tonight by having them on for another of my wee a.m. walks. If they prove to be a very snug North American size 11 that display no likelihood of stretching / conforming to my feet, then I will be leaving a negative review to that effect.

And that is discouraging to me. I had fully intended to order a second pair within a couple of days of getting these boots if they were everything I had hoped for.

Mine are black (B2026black) ─ and each colour seems to be a slightly different style ─ but you can view the product as advertised here:

AliExpress.com Product - High Top Outdoor Men's Hiking Shoes Men Tactical Boots Waterproof Non-slip Climbing Trekking Sneaker Male Military Combat Boot • Original price: CAD: $131.98 • Free Shipping ║ US $46.37 • CAD $65.99

💀☠💀☠💀☠ To Fall Again

 Twitter: Chris

There came a time early last evening when my wife ─ passing by my bedroom where I was seated here at my computer and looking at an update by AliExpress.com concerning an order I had placed with them a week or so ago for a pair of boots ─ asked if I would be interested in going with her this morning to Guildford to some store where she had evidently placed an order for a pair of New Balance runners (for nigh $100).

So I let her know that I had already ordered a pair of boots, and was not right now seeking a second new pair. In fact, I very much want to first see if the ones that arrive are quality, and if they fit, for I had to order them according to a sizing that I do not understand. That is, I ordered a size 46, whereas usually I buy a size 11 anytime I have bought boots or runners.

I am older now, and have not bought boots in maybe 20 years; my feet have swollen somewhat since then, and possibly in my old age have even lengthened, for all I know.

So I want to see if a size 46 proves ideal for me in the present, even if they might not have when I was 20 or more years younger.

She was unfamiliar with AliExpress, so I explained that they were like Alibaba.com, which she has some awareness of.

And so she wanted to see what they offered (she was clearly into some wine, for I was smelling it on her breath as she spoke in my small bedroom).

Humouring her, I performed a search for "New Balance runners", not expecting that an actual known brand would present. But it did.

She was surprised at how much less expensive they were than her $100 order ─ AliExpress's offerings were a third as much. And then she grew wildly animated at the sight of a pair that were just under $10 Canadian ─ there was no holding her back. She wanted me to place an order ─ and maybe even get two different colours.

And she was going to go and cancel her Guildford order this morning, she said.

Well, I reasoned her down to one pair, citing the issue of not knowing the quality, nor even if they will be a proper fit. Also, I pointed out that if they were actually good, then we could place a subsequent order.

She calmed down with that reasoning.

I did not let her know that many sellers do not ship for free, and that was to prove the case here (my boots were being shipped at no additional cost). So when she left me so that I could proceed with this 'gift' for her, I saw that the $9.53 shoes were now $34.06 with said shipping added.

But that's okay ─ I don't really mind. It would have been a different matter, though, if this extra shipping charge would have applied to each of two pairs of runners had I acquiesced and let her have her full way.

Fortunately, I was perfectly sober.

Thereafter she had returned to the backyard sundeck where she had been watching videos or something on her smartphone and eating ... and doing some drinking.

I went downstairs to watch some T.V. and enjoy a can of strong (8% alcohol) malt ─ I tuned in an episode of FBI: International ─ this one was season two's episode 13 ("Indefensible").

Once the beer was done, I had some of my wife's cooking, and after the show I tuned in a women's MMA match on YouTube ─ a 15-minute video featuring a match that took place February 22, 2019: Stamp Fairtex vs. Janet Todd I | Full Fight Replay.

I like Thailand's extremely cute Stamp Fairtex, so I was rooting for her over Janet Todd. Although the fight went the full distance, and I could not decisively say that Stamp had the match, she was awarded the match unanimously by the judges.

Note that I had watched both shows on T.V., thanks to our Android TV Box. 

This MMA match brought me to mid-evening, so with one of my five-mile+ walks in store that would require me to be rising at 1:30 a.m. to begin readying, I had just gotten upstairs to my bedroom when I heard my younger brother enter the house following his daily socializing. This left me no time to let my wife know I was retiring, for I avoid any involvement with my brother in the evening; I shut my bedroom door and put myself to bed.

After getting some sleep, I found myself awake and in need of urination; thereafter, curious on the time in case it was near enough for me to be getting up, I checked and saw that it was only 12:22 a.m. ─ well over an hour to go.

I must have managed a wee bit more sleep, for when my cellphone sounded, it did not seem at all like that much time had elapsed.

The house was in darkness, so I was able to do my readying in peace. If I am remembering correctly, an online check of the weather hereabouts claimed it to be 13.3° C (55.94° F), so I wore my black denim jacket. And before finally leaving, I weighed in at just about 190 pounds ─ possibly a hair below.

It was 2:10 a.m. once I was outside the locked front door and on my way, but just a short distance down the alleyway beside our home I discovered that I only had one glove. I backtracked and found it in the driveway, so in resuming my walk, it was likely by then 2:12 a.m.

I had my usual stop early into my walk at an elementary school playground where I engaged six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups. I decided to tackle them with my jacket on, and was able to match my current normal number of repetitions: four and then three pull-ups in the first two sets; then three chin-ups in each of the middle two sets; and finally, two pull-ups between a pair of gymnastics-style rings in each of the final two sets, holding that very last pull-up at highest elevation for a 12- to 15-count.

And I then did nine slow full-range push-ups in a declined posture on a cement ramp.

Incidentally, the equipment was all dry despite what at first seemed an overcast sky, but for one very bright celestial object still visible through what may have only been very light cloud cover and / or wildfire smoke.

This star or planet has been the brightest night object (other than the moon) that a few months back had been low in the east, but is now more east-south-east and much higher in the sky during the time that I walk from approximately 2:15 - 4:15 a.m.

The sky has been moonless during that same time for several days (or nights) now.

There was nothing special about the walk that is worth mentioning. The intersection of 98th Avenue & King George Boulevard & Fraser Highway (Google Map) has been involved in very heavy construction for a number of nights now ─ some sort of pipe-laying, it seems.

Elsewhere as I travelled 96th Avenue against the infrequent traffic as I made my way from 148th Street to Green Timbers Way (Google Map), I did a considerable degree of a sort of shuffling jogging to make some time. Anytime some traffic did come, I would get off the highway and 'hide' in the gloom of the forest's edge. The only sidewalk is alongside the opposite lanes of the divided highway, but it is so upheaved due to tree roots that it is extremely arduous to use at night ─ hardly a step is secure and level.

Anyway, I was back home by 4:10 a.m., so I did definitely made some time.

I forget now, but I was likely back to bed by around 5:30 a.m., and my morning officially began something under three hours later.

oooooooooooooo

I must conclude today's post here ─ I was overcome. I will somewhat enlarge upon that tomorrow.

B.C.'s Armageddon Fires

Blogging consumes far, far too much of my afternoon and ─ too often ─ my early evening. I badly wanted some rest before leaving mid-evening yesterday on what turned out to be at least a 5.75-mile round trip hike to do some grocery shopping at the nearest Real Canadian Superstore. However, it was already well past 8 p.m. before I finally got yesterday's post published.

I did not know if it was going to prove effective, but I dressed for the venture, and then I took a can of strong (8% alcohol) malt and tuned in a women's MMA match on YouTube that I watched on T.V. via our Android TV Box.

The video was 20 minutes, and the fight originally took place on May 11 of last year: Full Fight | Alyssa Linduska IMPRESSES in INVICTA and PRO DEBUT against Chieng | Invicta FC 47.

Due to my distraction over the enormous project looming before me, I do not recall much about the match. What I do remember, though, is that I did not expect Alyssa Linduska to have the dominance that she did over Jennifer Chieng when the fight went to the mat.

Anyway, I was feeling that malt, for it was the only supper I had to that point. And although I now do not recall precisely when I left here, it must have been around 9 p.m. ─ all was nicely dark by then.

There is considerable evening street construction going on in the eastern Whalley area, such that even pedestrians are impacted.

The level of inebriation that malt induced was welcome enough, but well before I got to the store (which closes at 11 p.m.) I was feeling rather bagged (drained) ─ alcohol is not an ideal fuel for extended physical endeavours. Even so, I quite wished that I had brought a can or two of the malt that I could have stowed away somewhere and indulged in on that return hike.

Nevertheless, I got to the store and did my shopping, blowing something over $108, I believe (I had to withdraw money from an ATM on the way there). And then I endured the decidedly arduous trek back home with two fairly heavy loads in tote bags that proved challenging. Had I a can of brew hidden somewhere to drink, it would have afforded me a welcome break from that walk.

It was around 11:30 p.m. once I was back, and strangely my younger brother was still not home from his daily socializing. So I quickly fixed up a most nutritious supper, but he was home before I had completed the task.

I felt politely bound to sit and eat in the living room with him when he turned on the T.V., but he never lasted 10 minutes after he sat down ─ he passed out, and remained so until I finished my meal and had gone upstairs to my bedroom. 

It must have been at least 12:30 a.m. by the time I was set for bed, and that seemed to be about when I could hear my brother finally stirring downstairs. I wondered if he even remembered that I had been there with him ─ he was pretty drunk.

By the way, my wife had gotten home after working the day, but she had already retired for the night.

Beat as I was, after getting to sleep, around 5:30 a.m. I was so awake again that I rose and spent about an hour here at my computer. I was thereafter to manage a little further sleep, and rose for the morning around 8:15 - 8:20 a.m., I suppose.

I was a little surprised that my wife was soon up. My brother was later, and never went downstairs to watch T.V. until a couple or so minutes before 9 a.m.

I quickly enough joined him; and at his invitation put our Android TV Box to work.

The first video we were to watch was short ─ nine minutes ─ and had been added yesterday to Rumble's AKStraightSpeaks channel: BC Burns but why would authorities light a backburn in Shuswap?

We next watched Laura-Lynn Tyler Thompson's video that I believe may have been added just today to Rumble ─ but since Rumble is presently preventing all searches at its platform, I am going to link to a BitChute source: Laura-Lynn Tyler Thompson BC’s Armageddon Fires & The Next Pandemic With Andrew Kaufman.

Dr. Andrew Kaufman joins us to talk about the renewed calls for mandates and mask wearing because of a new ‘scary’ covid variant that has been loosed upon the land.
The people in the interior of BC are facing catastrophic losses due to massive forest fires. We will talk to Kyle Cardinal and some homeowners about what is happening on the ground there.
Dr. Andrew Kaufman: www.andrewkaufmanmd.com

The video was not too many minutes short of an hour.

Then it was three very short videos at Rumble's Sunfellow on Covid-19 channel.

Changing viewing themes, the last video we watched was just over two/thirds of a movie I had previously downloaded onto a flash or thumb drive. However, we still had nearly a half hour to go because the movie had crossed into the noon hour, and my brother wanted some bed rest before taking off again to socialize for the day. As a result, I will save identifying the movie until we have finished watching it.

The sky has been primarily overcast today, so I have not been tempted to do any sunning. I had my usual early afternoon nap after my brother left. My wife went out in the latter morning, but she was back well before, and has remained here since.

For a change, I am going to consider this post complete extremely early in an evening!

Twitter: Dr. Ben Tapper

Cat and Mouse

David Icke

While expending some time early last evening before getting to bed, I watched a pretty good women's MMA match on YouTube that I see now originally took place back on July 13, 2013. The video was almost 20 minutes (19:37): Full Fight | Mizuki Inoue CLASHES against Bec Rawlings | Invicta FC 6.

I generally like Asian fighters, but Japan's Mizuki Inoue started to 'rub me wrong' by how nasty she was in clinches by repetitively and quickly kneeing Tasmanian / Australian Bec Rawlings' legs to the outside and just above the knee ─ to me, it seemed that blows like that could easily be crippling.

My life has never been the same since having knee surgery on my left knee back in early November 2010 to reattach a quadriceps tendon completely avulsed (torn off) from my patella or knee cap.

Mizuki was only 18 at the time, and I felt that she was too young (and smaller) to be competing as strongly as she was ─ it seemed too unnatural.

So I started rooting for Bec. Besides, I was attracted to those long rather white legs of hers!

Well, the fight went the scheduled three rounds, but the judges only gave Bec one of the three rounds, so she lost by unanimous decision.

Anyway, I got to bed somewhere around 9:15 - 9:20 p.m., I think; and without alerting my wife, who was home at the time. I had the sense that she was miffed at me, so I avoided any communication with her.

My cellphone alarm was set for 1:30 a.m. to get me up to ready for a five-mile+ walk, and when it eventually chimed, I found that I was feeling a little better rested than I generally do.

My eldest stepson was still up, and apparently with something cooking while he watched videos on a laptop or tablet at the dining table. I doubt he was ever aware that I was up.

As I readied, at one point I heard my wife talking on her cellphone in her darkened bedroom, but she never emerged from it.

Supposedly it was 15° Celsius hereabouts, according to an online check I made. And before I left, I weighed myself fully clothed and wearing my black denim jacket ─ I was maybe 189 pounds.

It was 2:04 a.m. once I set off outside the locked front door, and rather pleasantly cool underneath what seemed to be a clear moonless sky.

Early into my walk I had my usual stop at an elementary school playground for six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups, and was able to wear my jacket and still achieve my new normal in repetitions: 4 - 3 - 3 - 3 - 2 - 2.

Of course, I held the final pull-up at highest elevation for a 12- to 15-count, and I also did nine slow full-range push-ups in a declined posture on a cement ramp.

Note that this school is about three/fourths of the way along a two-block long avenue, and the previous night I had seen some lass slowly walking back and forth a limited section of the only sidewalk before I had reached the school, leading me to wonder if she was possibly hooking. I was on the opposite side of the street, and thus did not encounter her and thus potentially engage in any polite exchanges.

Well, last night when I left the school and was reaching the end of that short avenue, there was a dark figure just standing at a corner whom I readily enough realized was female, but I could not tell if it was the same gal.

I again crossed the avenue, for I would not be taking a turn at the corner she was at; and I then had to hustle across the street that the avenue abutted because of an approaching taxi.

After I had crossed and was continuing on my way, the taxi slowed right down as if to park, but instead managed a u-turn; and then it seemed to pull up and stop near where the female figure was. I could not see if she immediately climbed into the cab, as if she had been awaiting its arrival; rather, my impression was that the cabbie was there for a different sort of engagement, and maybe a quiet dialogue was taking place.

That was my suspicion, at any rate. And very quickly I was no longer in sight of them.

The only other incident I recall that is worth mentioning was while I was walking 100th Avenue from 140th Street to 148th Street. I had not yet reached 144th Street (Google Map), but I was not terribly far from that intersection, and walking along the 'bottom' side of 100th Avenue as you look at that map. The entire mile-long stretch of 100th Avenue on that side from 140th to 148th Streets is forest with absolutely no homes or businesses.

As I walked, a fair distance ahead of me I saw an odd small creature make to be crossing from the median of that avenue to the sidewalk I was on, and I expected to see it continue on into the forest. Since I could not identify what the creature was, I rather hoped that it would delay sufficiently for me to be able to determine its identity.

My wish came true in that it did not immediately climb up onto the sidewalk and disappear into the forest. Instead, it just seemed to toss about most erratically and with much rapidity, leading me to wonder if the fairly light-coloured creature might be a ferret or weasel or something, for it seemed to be quite long and slinky.

Then while still on the avenue and at the very edge of the elevated sidewalk, it began coming in my direction, its rather white face becoming quite distinct. I was unsure about this now, rather wishing that it would just disappear into the forest ─ was I going to be having an uncertain encounter with one of the aforementioned small predators that did not seem to have a natural fear of this human?

And then I saw what it was ─ a young cat, barely out of kittenhood. 

It had a lot of white, but also much darker ─ perhaps black ─ patches. And it was not deliberately approaching me; rather, I espied that it was toying around with a very active mouse.

By the time they had just about come abreast of me ─ and I kept to the far side of the wide sidewalk so as not to be as threatening as possible to the young cat, for I was not entirely certain that it was noticing me, so intent had it been with the mouse ─ the cat suddenly took aback and, as if finally seeing me, started back across the avenue to the median. However, it looked askance before getting there and saw that I had not made a move in its direction, and was still trekking along the far side of the sidewalk and displaying it no apparent interest.

So reassured, the youngster immediately returned to its mouse before the wee beast had gotten away, but it had it eye on me until I was beyond them and still walking with my pace unbroken.

That was all the kitty needed, and then resumed its 'cat & mouse' game. I looked back after a time and saw that by then both of them were on the sidewalk, for the mouse must have climbed up the edge of the sidewalk and now they were darting about at the verge of the grass and shrubbery.

If the cat had plans on eating the mouse, I hope that it did not have the inexperience to allow it to escape into the thick brush. I never know for certain if any cats I sometimes see on the forest side of the avenue are getting feral, or if they are just adventurous strayers from the few homes on the opposite side of the avenue between 140th and 144th Streets (thereafter even that side of the avenue is aught but forest for the next half mile).

By the time I was back home, it was 4:08 a.m., so my walk had exceeded an hour by about four minutes.

I think that I was back to bed by 5:45 a.m., and my morning commenced around 8:20 a.m. or soon thereafter. My wife actually rose before I had gone downstairs ahead of 9 a.m. to join my brother for some T.V.

She was to have to work a full day today at a Thai restaurant that opens at 11 a.m.; so with a fair drive ahead of her, she left around 10:15 a.m.

Thanks to our Android TV Box, my brother and I watched some good videos this morning, beginning with two short ones at Rumble's AKStraightSpeaks channel.

The first had been added on August 16, and exceeded eight minutes (8:40): Are They Turning Maui Into a Smart Island?

My Thoughts on Maui Wildfires
Inspired by Sasha Latypova's Newsletter:
https://open.substack.com/pub/sashala...

The second video was 11 minutes (11:18), and added yesterday: Former E-Bus driver reflects back on a Deadly Crash.

MY LINKS:
My website:www.anitakrishna.com

Then I tuned in a 52-minute video that was all audio ─ it had been added to Rumble's TammyCuthbertGarcia channel on August 15: Chris Sky - Touring The World, Winning Awards And Fighting For Freedom.

Today on Naturally Inspired Radio Chris Sky joins us. Chris is coming to Colorado for a freedom rally and he share with us his experience of getting into the U.S. from Mexico, transgenderism, CBDC's, freedom, MAID in Canada, Covid and so much more...

Thereafter, it was over to BitChute for another 52-minute video ─ this one had been added just today to the Wandering Citizen channel: Tucker Carlson Speaks with Colonel Douglas Macgregor about the Ukraine War.

That was darned interesting!

We concluded our viewing with an episode of the old British sitcom Happiness, all two seasons of which are available on YouTube's BEAST channel. This time we watched season two's episode two ("A Nice Person").

As often happens, my brother quickly rested up and left for the day before I had returned to bed for an early afternoon nap ─ this nap happened to be quite deep, and I initially woke from it believing that I was in bed at night.

There had been lots of quite dark cloud when I first sought that nap, but I rose around 3:15 p.m. to find all pretty much bright and clear.

I dispensed with any sunning, and I even sacrificed a latter afternoon session of exercising, because I wanted to best ensure that I would get out this latter evening on a long shopping expedition afoot. However, it is now after 8 p.m., and my eyes are burned out from this damned profitless blogging.

Enough for today ─ I must rest, else all is lost.