Booster Skepticism

The Christmas movie I watched early last evening was 2016's Operation Christmas. Lead actress Tricia Helfer has been in my awareness since the Battlestar Galactica T.V. series, although I subsequently discovered that I had undoubtedly seen her perform in other shows and just did not recall her.

I was never an adherent of Battlestar Galictica, watching it too infrequently to be able to keep track of what was going on. And only now in reading that Tricia's role in that series was as a character called Number Six do I understand that she had different incarnations and was not always the same personality. 

I don't clearly remember the one that stood out for me, but my fallible impression was that it was on some war-scarred planet where her character served as a constant emotional and seductive presence for a possible pilot who was more or less stranded there.

Back then, I thought that she was physically overwhelming ─ near to perfection. But either my tastes changed somewhat, or else my later eye for such things became more discerning, for I came to realize that she had a rather scrawny body ─ breast development aside. Her legs are not particularly well-developed at all, for instance ─ she truly does have the physique of a typical model.

Gosh, I am getting sidetracked ─ let's get back to the Christmas movie.

I enjoyed the numerous renditions of traditional 'old-timey' Christmas songs / hymns ─ the movie didn't feature rock or pop or similar types of Christmas music. And I did get teary in the latter stage of the movie beginning when Tricia's character began struggling with herself about committing to her Army Ranger love interest.

But it was so blatantly apparent that the movie was essentially jingoistic propaganda. The Army Ranger sergeant was a total military dupe who would blindly obey any order ─ as if those in the upper echelons who mandate his operational involvement were all noble and righteous. He would probably go to his grave convinced that the U.S. military and his nation's government were nothing but purity and goodness, and that total devoted patriotism was almost saintly.

I cannot respect somebody who is so reduced as an individual that he or she would go somewhere and kill people simply because it was ordered from some upper chain of command.

One woman in the movie ─ a secondary character ─ actually used the ludicrous cliche that people like the sergeant were "keeping us all safe", and thus what such soldiering involved could only be of the highest good.

Evil does not exist in the military ... or government, I suppose.

Tricia performed superbly in what was a sappy and unrealistic movie that was presented as being a snippet of how things are when they are at their most idealistic.

Bosh.

Tricia's wilfully unthinking military man was portrayed so saccharinely effectively that the very familiar actor in that role is not going to be identified by me. I cannot separate the actor from the character.

If you've got a decent ad blocker on your computer's browser, the movie can be viewed online ─ one source is MoviesJoy. I don't want to waste my time locating other further sources.

I do not recall that there was even a single contrary character in the movie ─ everyone was wholly gung-ho with how the military does things.

I cannot recommend the movie.

Anyway, I cannot recall my bedtime, but I hope that it was ahead of 9:30 p.m., for my cellphone alarm was set for 1:30 a.m. to get me up to ready for a five-mile+ walk.

As it was to happen, my alarm's chime alerted me. I think that at the time I was in search of another block of sleep. I do not remember that the two cans of strong (8% alcohol) malt that I drank before my supper during the movie affected me adversely.

For some insane reason, my idiot younger brother was still parked before the T.V. How can anyone need so desperately to keep drinking all alone each evening that it become necessary to delay bedtime until into the a.m. hours?

I managed to ready undetected here upstairs. The online claim was that the temperature hereabouts was 10.5° Celsius (50.9° F.), so I chose to wear my light denim jacket. Fully clothed in it, I believe that I may have weighed 189 pounds.

At least luck was on my side in that when I was just about set to leave, my brother came upstairs to use the toilet, so I was able to make my escape without any unnecessary conversation.

It was 1:55 a.m. when I checked the time outside. The air was very cool, and the sky seemed clear with a nearly full moon.

I am accepting that my Summertime repetition highs for the half dozen sets of pull-ups and chin-ups I was performing are no longer possible. I will have to wait about six months until the nights are again warm enough that I can exercise bare-handed and without a jacket. Yes, I could have wiped the heavy condensation off the metal bar I was exercising on at the elementary school playground where I stop early into my walk, but I am resigned now to having lower totals.

This time it was three pull-ups in the first set, then two in each of the next five sets, and one in each of the last three sets ─ the final pull-up was held at highest elevation for a 15-count. And obviously, I added three sets to partially atone for my lower numbers.

Naturally, I completed my stop with 10 slow full-range push-ups in a declined position on a cement ramp.

I suppose that there are 73-year-olds who could perform better with the overall weight I am working with, but not likely too many. I am just under five feet and 11 inches in height.

I cannot recall anything at all worth mentioning about the walk. I was back home at 3:55 a.m., so it took me exactly an hour ─ precisely the previous night's duration for my walk.

And I was likely back to bed just ahead of 5:30 a.m.

I anticipated that my body temperature had dropped, so I went to bed with a tee-shirt and pull-over on, as well as a pair of fleece pants. Yet I was never comfortably warm ─ I probably should have closed my bedroom window. (I finally did that midday.)

It was well after 9 a.m. when I made a time check and rose for the morning. I don't know when my brother rose, but he never had time for any T.V. after he finished reading the newspapers before he left to pick up his girlfriend Bev at 10 a.m. two miles away and drive her the three or four blocks she would otherwise have to walk to work.

He got into this habit after she had a health scare, and now she will not release him from the duty ─ presently five mornings a week.

While he was away, I set up the video he and I had to forsake late yesterday morning for want of time. Streamed on September 28 to Rumble's Vaccine Safety Research Foundation channel, the video was over 1½ hours (1:37:15): VSRF Livestream #96: Booster Skepticism & Covid Shot Side Effects.

Steve is back! Civil Rights Attorney Jeff Childers and VSRF Director of Research, Lisa Laehy join VSRF Founder Steve Kirsch to discuss the latest Covid-19 booster and the return of the mandates, as well as the side-effects of the new jab. They will also take your questions!

Jeff Childers is the president and founder of the Childers Law firm. Jeff externed at the Federal Bankruptcy Court in Orlando, where he helped write several widely-cited opinions. He then worked as an associate with the prestigious firm of Winderweedle, Haines, Ward & Woodman in Orlando and Winter Park, Florida before moving back to Gainesville and founding Childers Law. Jeff served for three years on the Board of Directors of the Central Florida Bankruptcy Law Association. He has also served on the Board of Directors of the Eighth Judicial Bar Association, and on the Rules Committee for the Northern District of Florida Bankruptcy Court. Jeff has published several articles as co-author with Professor William Page of the Levin College of Law (University of Florida) on the topic of anti-trust in the Microsoft case. He also is the author of an article on the topic of Product Liability in the Software Context. Jeff focuses his area of practice on commercial litigation, elections law, and constitutional issues. He is a skilled trial litigator and appellate advocate.

As usual, we watched the video on T.V. via our Android TV Box.

We finished up with an episode of Workin' Moms ─ the premiere episode ("Birth Daze") of season three.

That series can certainly get ... gritty.

When the show was done, my brother sought some bed rest. Since I am enduring a Sabbath fast, I had little to keep me up, so my early afternoon nap came extra early. This was when I closed my bedroom window; and again, I made that return to bed fully clothed, never managing to become overwarm.

My brother was gone for the day when I emerged from my bedroom.

The day has been most sunny, but I spent it shut up here at home.

I am so hankering for a pizza, but my wife left us two dishes she prepared yesterday, and neither of her sons are going to touch the overmuch leftovers ─ that duty is mine, even though sometimes the dishes she prepares are unpalatable to me. She persists in using sea creatures I do not consider to be food, and regularly incorporates not just pork, but even pork liver ─ I have shunned pork since I was a very young man.

These two specific dishes are mainly okay, I would say ─ apart from one fairly large shrimp I am going to have to 'get down'.

I normally only eat twice a day. So having the responsibility of having to constantly deal with the frequent leftovers because her entitled two sons are too snippy, I rarely have occasion for a treat like pizza.

In fact, the breaking of my Sabbath is effectively the sole evening of the week when I would conceivably be able to enjoy a pizza, and now another such enjoyment is taken from me because I am the household 'dog' or 'garbage disposal' who is unable to waste food, even if I may not consider it to be such.

There are exceptions, though. I think that it was three evening's ago that I found a chicken's foot in a thick soup I had warmed up ─ my wife loves munching down chicken feet, but the sight of these things repel me. So I walked it out into the backyard and left it atop the fence for anything that might find and enjoy it in my stead.

I have had to do that with an occasional fish head ─ I just cannot pick the flesh from a fish's face to then eat the cooked tissues. Writing of it makes my face wrinkle up in disgust.

The final words I have for this post relate to the peculiar fact that I have had very little taste for water today, yet I have been urinating voluminously with regularity. Has my body been hoarding the stuff?

I weighed myself in the latter afternoon while entirely naked, and was midway between 175 - 180 pounds. So ... maybe 177½ or thereabouts?

Enough for today.

Canadian Homeowners About to Become Rare

Perhaps I am misremembering, but I believe that I was to bed last evening by 9:10 p.m. ─ certainly by 9:15 p.m. My cellphone alarm was set for 1:30 a.m. to get me up to ready for a five-mile+ walk.

And for the third consecutive night, I did not require the alarm. I found myself awake very soon after 1 a.m., and then quickly developed an urgent need to pee. However, the hallway light just outside my bedroom door was on, and I would be visible from where my brother sits to watch T.V. in the living room downstairs, and I could tell that the T.V. was still running ─ he had not yet retired for the night.

I cautiously peeked forth and discovered that his chair was vacant at that point, so I scurried to the bathroom.

Upon completion, I checked again and saw that he was returned to his chair, but it was only a few steps to my bedroom door and I managed it unnoticed.

My wife's bedroom door was closed tight, so I knew that she had come home following her half day working at the Thai restaurant where she has part-time employment.

I believe that I did return to bed for some deep rest for several minutes more, and then rose to begin my readying.

Supposedly the temperature hereabouts was 9.5° Celsius (49.1° F.), according to an online look I made. This made me decide to wear my heavy denim jacket. Fully clothed, I weighed 189 pounds with it on, and 186 pounds with it off.

This was information I like to have for when I endeavour some pull-ups and chin-ups at an elementary school playground early into my walk.

With my brother downstairs, my progress readying was somewhat impaired, for I do not like having anyone privy to my goings and comings afoot.

When at last I was resolved to have to leave with him still downstairs instead of having gone to bed, I noticed just as I was about to descend the stairs that his head was drooped ─ he had passed out. This allowed me to quietly descend the stairs and then attain the front door, unlock it, and then open the noisy thing and close it after me before locking it again.

He may have heard me and roused, but he would lack the interest or motivation to force himself to rise and investigate. For all he knew, it was one of my two stepsons or even my wife ─ if he was even conscious.

Outside at exactly 2 a.m., I saw the sky to seemingly be completely overcast, but all was dry. I had brought my blue light-blocking glasses just in case conditions were favourable, but as yet I did not put them on.

The school is maybe three blocks ─ four at most ─ from here; but strangely, by the time I arrived there, the overcast sky had vastly opened up and I had a mostly full moon basically in back of me, allowing for shadows.

I had to wipe condensation off the jungle gym / monkey bar I would be exercising with, allowing me to use my bare hands. But it was sufficiently cool out that I did not feel I wanted to shuck my jacket, so I kept it on.

I performed poorly. Without any explanation, my set repetition totals were three; then five sets of two repetitions apiece; and a top up of a single repetition each in two final sets with the very last (a chin-up) held at peak elevation for a 15-count.

And then the usual 10 slow full-range push-ups in a declined position on a cement ramp.

I only recall two occurrences in my walk worth mentioning.

The first was a short distance after crossing 140th Street as I walked the 'lower' side of 100th Avenue (Google Map) ─ for the next mile, that side of the Avenue would be nothing but Green Timbers Urban Forest.

As I walked, I could hear a male voice speaking quite softly in the dark forest; and after I had progressed from being abreast of the voice, it called out, "Hey bud! Do you happen to have a smoke on you?"

I don't smoke, so I replied that response with my apology while not breaking stride.

The male voice sort of laughed with acknowledgement.

I suppose he was likely on the trail that you can see on that Google Map, but why? I am unsure it can be followed at all easily without a light. There is also the possibility that the chap may have just camped in the woods for the night; but again, there was no light or campfire that I could see.

The next occurrence was after I had reached 148th Street on that same avenue, and was turning right onto 148th (Google Map) ─ just a short ways ahead on the non-forested side of the street I saw a dark form that was just removed from the sidewalk and basically at its curb with the street.

My hunch that it was a coyote proved correct, for it espied me and smartly trotted across 148th Street and into the forest.

Had there been something by the sidewalk that it was checking out?

I recently saw a blackish cat with a white chest politely sitting in that general area on the grounds next to the sidewalk ─ it was evidently just watching the uncommon passage of any street traffic, for there is really naught else to see. So I hope that the coyote had not happened upon that or some similar cat that it had dispatched, and which it was securing at the street edge before my advent caused it to vacate into the forest.

There are rabbits aplenty around the edge of the forest ─ I regularly have an occasional bunny scurry from the edge of the sidewalk into the brush at my approach. Why they do not remove themselves long before I am anywhere near them is something of a mystery, but they do not. They wait until I am practically beside them.

If they do similarly when a coyote is coming near, then the canid's latest meal would probably be at hand!

I just hope that some cat accustomed to people's smallish dogs would not equate an approaching coyote as being of no more of a threat.

Anyway, I made good time and was back home outside the locked front door at exactly 4 a.m.

And I expect that I was back to bed less than 1½ hours later.

My morning was to begin around 8:15 a.m. when I rose, just a short while before my brother emerged from his bedroom.

Very soon after 9 a.m., upon his invitation I put our Android TV Box to work and we watched yesterday's hour-long (1:03:21) addition to Rumble's A Warrior Calls channel: Extermination Mankind Awakes.

As usual, there was no video description, so I won't be wasting my own time trying to come up with one.

Then I tuned in Odessa Orlewicz's short (17:43) effort from yesterday: UNDRIP Drips Forward In Canada. New Info On The UN Land Grab.

Having trouble hanging onto the home you bought in Canada? UNDRIP in BC is moving forward in transferring more of your money to the First Nations through even MORE taxation.

The third video was far too long for the time my brother had left ─ he actually left for the day at 11:40 a.m. or soon thereafter; consequently we will likely finish watching it tomorrow.

My wife was up by that time, and had been for some while. I had some of her cooking for my first meal of the day, and then sought my usual early afternoon nap.

She was to leave us a little later ─ maybe as early as 2:30 p.m., and I am expecting her to be away for the weekend.

The afternoon was sunny, but I remained holed up in here.

Since I had a Sabbath fast scheduled, I decided to tune in a Christmas movie earlier than usual (6 p.m.) so that I could enjoy two cans of strong (8% alcohol) malt before doing my best to finish a supper before dark. And then, because this was a bath day, I took care of that.

It is already after 9 p.m., and I intend to rise at 1:30 a.m. for another five-mile+ walk, so I must bring this post to a close ─ I need to soon get myself to bed.

I will report on the Christmas movie tomorrow, provided all goes well and I am back here blogging.

The Beginning of the End

Last evening's early entertainment was an episode of Magnum P.I. ─ a rather touching episode, actually. This one was season five's episode seven ("Birthright").

Since this will evidently be the final season of the series, I will eventually be having to turn elsewhere for some delicious Perdita Weeks ─ who has been the primary reason I have stuck with the series.

During the episode, I managed to drink a can of strong (8% alcohol) malt and then eat my entire supper before the episode was done.

I find that I am not getting very much benefit from a mere can of malt when it is in conjunction with a supper ─ the meal overrides the intoxication lift. It is almost like wasting the beer.

My wife restricted herself to her bedroom, watching videos on her tablet or smartphone. At one point she even had a phone call with her mother over in Thailand.

I did not get to bed until shortly after 9:30 p.m., by which time my younger brother had just arrived home from his daily socializing. I was able to bid my wife a goodnight first before shutting myself up into my bedroom.

My cellphone alarm was set for 1:30 a.m. to get me up to begin readying for another of my five-mile+ walks. Earlier, and for quite some while, it had poured rain ─ rather discouraging.

I was not to require the alarm. A point arrived where I needed to use the bathroom, but I was unable to due to what was probably my youngest stepson showering. Instead, I had to improvise and use a large empty can of Nescafé Rich instant coffee that I fortunately had on hand.

This becomes irksome ─ no one needs to be showering in the wee a.m. It is not as if he will be going anywhere in the morning ─ he works from home as a member of a helpline for a bank's credit card centre. And of course, this is one of the reasons he doesn't have to get to bed early, either ─ he is already 'at work' even before he gets up!

I miss when he used to be out of here during each day.

Anyway, I checked the time after obtaining my relief and saw that it was 1:12 a.m., which I felt to be just a little too early to already be getting up. Instead, I got back to bed and did my best to relax deeply for a few more minutes, and then rose at 1:19 a.m.

That hard rain had presented around 7 p.m., and seemed to have long since rained itself out. My online check of the temperature hereabouts was too suspicious to be true ─ identical to the decimal point of the supposed temperature 24 hours earlier: 11.7° Celsius.

I decided that I would wear my light denim jacket and risk that it was not raining at all.

As I readied, I was to notice that my stepson seemed to have retired, and no one else was up. And once I was all set to go, I weighed myself without my jacket on: about 187 pounds. I figured that I would be taking it off when I stopped for some pull-ups and chin-ups early into my walk at the usual elementary school playground.

I was delighted to get outside and on my way, finding that it was only 1:54 a.m., for I was convinced that the time was going to be at least 2 a.m., if not after the hour. And it was not raining ─ there were great breaks in the cloud, and I even noticed the moon for a short while.

It was quite cool, though.

When I reached the school, I could hear a male voice talking low at the front near its main entranceway. There were no lights, so I could not see anybody. Regardless, I continued past the front over to the far side of the school and passed out of sight to where the targeted playground is near the back of the school.

Ever uneasy, I decided not to remove my jacket ─ I felt it best to remain in a state of defensive readiness in case the unseen presence at the front of the school chose to tail me.

Everything was wet with past rain and likely condensation, so I had to wipe a bar of the jungle gym / monkey bars dry enough to exercise with bare-handed. And knowing that fully dressed as I was that I likely weighed at least 189 pounds, I expected to disappoint myself, but I did better by far than I anticipated.

Yes, I failed to achieve my recent set maximums, but that was only true of the fifth of the six sets. So five and then three pull-ups in the first two sets; three chin-ups in the middle two sets; and then two pull-ups between two bars of the jungle gym / monkey bars in the final two sets, with the final pull-up held at full elevation for a 15-count.

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

Before too long I won't even be able to be wearing just a denim jacket for warmth ─ I can remember that in last season's cold weather that I was often 195 or more pounds fully clothed. This 73-year-old ─ who will be turning 74 in just under two weeks ─ will not be racking up the totals of pull-ups and chin-ups that I have been managing.

Heck, I expect that at times conditions will be so extreme that I won't even be able to exercise due to how frozen the metal equipment will be ─ sometimes caked in ice.

But that's yet into the future.

I had brought along my UVEX orange-lensed blue-light-blocking glasses, but I dispensed with them because they quickly started to fog up. It is just too humid and chilly to be wearing them; and of course, if there is even any slight rain, they cannot be used. Hence, I am going to be leaving them at home.

For what must be the sixth or seventh time, I wore my inferior no-name AliExpress hikers, but on this occasion I made excellent time despite them ─ I was back home and outside the locked front door at 3:56 a.m.

Of course, I never had to make any unanticipated detours due to having to avoid anyone during my walk ─ I recall no untoward delays whatsoever.

And I was probably back to bed in the neighbourhood of 5:15 a.m., but I am guessing about that ─ I simply do not remember now. Incidentally, it was once more pouring rain outside ─ I was lucky.

My actual morning began nigh 8:30 a.m., I would say. My younger brother was watching T.V., so I soon enough joined him. And when shortly after 9 a.m. he invited me to put our Android TV Box to work, I led things off with the hour-long (1:06:51) CULT OF THE MEDICS - CHAPTER NINE - THE BEGINNING OF THE END - TRUTH WINS.

Released December 18, 2022
Documentary series about the occult history of the medical industrial complex, zje NWO, Deepstate and much more created by David Whitehead.
Something is terribly wrong with our world. Deep down I am sure you feel it or you would not be watching a series like this. So strap yourself in. It is time we learn about and explore one of the world’s most ancient and most powerful cults, that I refer to as “the cult of the medics”
Source: truthwarrior
It’s Time For Everyone To Wake Up!
—
The Globalists Deep-State & PLANdemic Secrets You Need To Know

I cannot say that this was the specific source that I have linked to, for there are more than one out there. But apparently chapter 10 of the very good series has yet to be completed and released ─ my brother and I have watched them all thus far.

Next we watched an engrossing production ─ almost an hour long (58:59) ─ uploaded to YouTube's Real Stories channel back on February 24, 2016: Britain's Poorest Kids (Poverty Documentary) | Real Stories.

3.5 million children are growing up in poverty in the UK. It’s one of the worst rates in the industrialised world and successive governments continue to struggle to bring it into line. Struggling & without a voice, 'Poor Kids' shines a light on this pressing issue.

A far more descriptive write-up is presently to be found here.

The final video we watched was an episode of Barry ─ this one was season three's episode eight ("starting now"). It was actually the season finale.

Thereafter, it was time for some bed rest for my brother. My wife rose just into the noon hour. I had my day's first meal, and then was napping when my brother emerged from his bedroom and left on foot to catch a bus to rendezvous with at least one of his drinking buddies at a pub.

I rose from my nap just before my wife left to work the latter part of the day at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part time. It closes for a while mid-afternoon, but re-opens at 4:30 p.m.

I will be in bed before my brother or wife return, for I have another walk planned and will be rising again at 1:30 a.m. That early rain did cease, but the day has been solidly overcast, so I don't know what to expect.

Before immersing myself too deeply into this post, I played an hour-long (59:11) video here on my computer which I keep next to my bed. This afforded me the opportunity to recline on my bed in comfort while the video played.

It was added "four days ago" to Rokfin's Ochelli Effect channel, although the video itself indicates the date of September 20: Jessica's Universe Part 1 with Guest Dr. Jessica Rose. No description is offered with the video, so I will not attempt one ─ just know that the topic centred around the experimental COVID jab.

The video ended most oddly. Chuck Ochelli and Dr. Rose were in communication via ZOOM or some such, but Chuck's feed froze and Jessica was left on air by herself. Then some controller's voice came on air and acknowledged that Chuck was indeed offline, so they were going to terminate the interview there. I suppose this is why the video title claims "Part 1".

I took a break from this post towards the end of the afternoon and had some exercise; and then I opted to watch some T.V. while enjoying a can of malt before taking my supper.

My television choice was The Rookie ─ season five's episode 14 ("Death Sentence").

And once more, my phone call to Sandy W. is postponed.

The COVID Illusion

Despite expressed intentions last evening, I found myself with no time to place that computer phone call I spoke of ─ once again Sandy W. is having to await some future occasion.

I neglected to mention yesterday that my order for the Master Peace liquid supplement arrived ─ I had learned of it through this video. Since six drops are to be taken sublingually twice a day, I applied that protocol and will continue to do so until my two small bottles of Make Peace are empty.

The liquid tastes sharply tart and salty, and is in fact rather pleasant. However, I find myself quickly salivating and in short order surely have the liquid diluted and mostly swallowed with the increased saliva, so I cannot believe that much was meaningfully absorbed ─ unless that absorption process happens all the way along the alimentary canal.

I am not much of a dupe, so no wishful thinking or any placebo effect is going to occur ─ if I notice nothing definitively positive over the course of taking Make Peace for the projected two months that the bottles are supposed to supply, I will definitely report the fact in a negative review.

I call 'B.S.' if an excusing attempt is made that my negativity will have been at fault. A sound therapy should be effective whether or not the recipient believes in it. Otherwise, the 'magical' supplement can only be 'positive thinking', and I have little of that at my disposal ─ I have a negative practicing outlook by nature.

After taking a second dose yesterday, I retired before 9:15 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.

As often happens, I was awake before the alarm chimed. I checked the time at 1:20 a.m. and decided to rise then ─ I had actually just used the bathroom, managing to avoid being detected by my younger brother who was in view downstairs still watching T.V.

I had visited the toilet after hearing what was most probably my youngest stepson finishing showering and then going downstairs to the boys' den area.

I had also seen that my wife's bedroom door was shut, so I knew that she had come home at some point following her full day of work at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part time.

Fortunately, my brother finished with the T.V. ahead of 1:45 a.m. and came upstairs to his bedroom for the night.

My online check of the claimed temperature for hereabouts yielded 11.7° Celsius (53.06° F.), so I decided that I would wear my light denim jacket. And since it was supposedly that mild, I expected that when I stopped at an elementary school playground early into my walk for some pull-ups and chin-ups, I would be exercising without the jacket, so I only weighed myself without it on: around 188 pounds.

For once I got away especially early ─ I was on my way at 1:55 a.m. However, to some dismay I discovered that it was lightly raining and had been for some while, for all was drenched. As well, I was to find a bit of wind aggravating conditions.

Consequently, by the time I got to the school, I was absolutely not going to doff my jacket to exercise; but with it on ─ especially as it became damper from the rain ─ my overall weight would have been at least 190 pounds.

There was no hope of achieving anywhere near my target totals. Besides, my gloves allow a good hold initially, but the grip markedly loosens with each repetition. Ideally, I might be able to retain enough grip to achieve five pull-ups; but with my weight last night, that was an impossible dream.

I only managed three and then two pull-ups in the first two sets; then two chin-ups in each of the next two sets; and also two pull-ups in both of the sets using two gymnastics-style rings.

So I finished up with another set of all three of those maneuvers, but only managing one repetition in each. However, I did hold the final pull-up at peak elevation for a 15-count.

And I concluded everything with 10 slow full-range push-ups in a declined position on a wet cement ramp.

Due to an increase in wind and rain after about two miles into my walk, I had to resist the temptation to do some jogging. Notwithstanding, I felt myself to be making very good time.

And most fortunately, at about the halfway point of my walk, the rain abated. I think that it anon even came to a full stop.

Note that maybe a bit better than a mile into my walk, I had passed Charles "Stickman" on the opposite side of Fraser Highway, and then I turned 'up' Quibble Creek Greenway (Google Map). I am certain he never recognized me ─ we had only once before encountered one another and had conversation.

I only recognized him due to the 'staff' he always carries as a walking stick.

Charles is homeless and has a camp somewhere in Green Timbers Urban Forest. He's a nice enough chap, but he has all the time in the world for conversation, whereas I just want to get my walk over with as quickly as I can. He actually seems desperate for conversation, despite having bizarre concepts of physics, chemistry, and spirituality. Most of what he seeks to express in those contexts is beyond my capacity to try to understand. To me, it is nonsense, and just seems delusion born of spending far, far too much time alone in his isolated forest lifestyle.

Alas, as I was on my return, I had walked a short distance past the intersection of 140th Street & Fraser Highway (Google Map) in my approach to where I had earlier seen Charles when ─ to my bewildered consternation ─ there he suddenly appeared a short distance ahead of me.

This made no sense. The sidewalk afforded me a clear view for quite some distance, yet I had failed to notice him coming my way until it had become far too late to avoid him. I must not have been as vigilant as I believed myself to be.

Or else Charles is indeed more mystical than I ascribe him to be.

Anyway, there was no escaping; and as usual, he attempted to retain my companionship by offering to take me to visit the encampment of another homeless fellow I met once early in the year. Charles was clearly eager to have my company for as long as possible.

To that end, when he determined that I was bound in the direction from which he had just come, he volunteered to walk with me a ways. We got as far as a wee bit past Whalley Boulevard (Google Map), albeit we were on the opposite side of Fraser Highway.

In my attempts to keep our discussions as grounded as possible, I asked pointed questions and learned that he first came to Surrey about 12 years ago ─ and that he had come from the Las Vegas area. He had tried there to get one or more scripts sold, whether as movie or T.V. productions, I didn't learn.

I also asked him where he had just come from before we ran into each other, and reportedly he had been to Freshslice Pizza ─ I am presuming the outlet at 9908 King George Boulevard (Google Map). If what he said is true, the business is open 24 hours a day; and it has a policy of feeding the homeless, although surely the gesture must be limited. 

So he had been there to enjoy a free slice of pizza. Actually, I now recall that he had been carrying an empty pizza box when we first met, but discarded it when he volunteered himself to walk with me. I wonder, then, if Freshslice offers more than just one slice per visit?

Maybe few homeless people know about the free slice(s) ... or maybe Charles is some sort of limited special guest. I honestly do not know.

After maybe three tries, I finally got us separated and going our respective ways. Thereafter, I hustled like heck to get home. And once I was back here approaching the locked front door, it was 4:16 a.m. It would have been considerably worse had I not 'turned on the burners'.

Oh ─ I asked Charles if he needed any money, and gave him a $10 bill that I had in my wallet. He had not asked me for anything.

I hope that it wasn't any later than 5:30 a.m. when I returned to bed ─ I think that it might have been earlier.

My morning began well before 8:30 a.m. ─ I rose just before my brother finished a shower and emerged from his bedroom.

After we got together for some T.V., around 9:10 a.m. I put our Android TV Box to work and tuned in Odessa Orlewicz's fairly short (28:11) video from yesterday: Proof They Want To Chip Us But In UNITY We Can Stop It.

Plain as day documented policy study out of the EU shows their desire to chip us humans. I will read out the policy document as well as thoughts written by a lawyer. They admit they will need to get around current human rights laws or make it a "National security" scare. By sharing this policy study and showing family and friends this has been their plan since at LEAST 2017, then the masses may be less likely to be fooled that some new "fake organic event" forced us into being chipped for our own good.

Next was a shorter than usual (1:04:51) video streamed yesterday to Rumble's TheLastAmericanVagabond channel: Dr. David Martin Interview - The COVID Illusion & The Criminal World Health Organization Driving It.

Joining me today is Dr. David Martin, here to discuss his work on the topic of COVID-19 and the criminal organizations that have used its illusion in an attempt to subjugate the world population. We discuss his recent powerful presentation on the WHO and it's involvement in not only manufacturing the COVID-19 illusion, but previous pandemic scares as well -- equally based on a mixture of hype, illusion, and engineered illness. We also discuss his coverage of previous government patents that outline the work building up to the execution of this illusion. And as usual, Dr. Martin does not just make allegations, he makes accusations, while holding the receipts.

All Video Source Links Can Be Found Here At The Last American Vagabond: https://www.thelastamericanvagabond.com/dr-david-martin-interview-9-26-23

This video became powerful when Dr. Martin (not a medical doctor) began to define what he believed concerning the so-called disease and its transmissibility ─ this was almost priceless!

We tackled a third video, but it ran overlong for my brother, so we suspended watching the remainder until probably tomorrow ─ I will report on it then.

The day has been heavily overcast, and the latter afternoon and early evening thus far have had much light rain. The walk I have planned for the a.m. tonight is probably going to be similar to last night's where weather is concerned, but I will wear a heavier denim jacket.

My wife went out around midday to probably do some shopping, but she has otherwise been home. My brother of course left in the early afternoon to engage his daily socializing.

I'm in the mood for a can of strong (8% alcohol) malt and some T.V. before I have some of my wife's cooking for supper.

Incidentally, my monthly pension income was deposited today, so I transferred it from our joint account into my private account where it will be safe from her predation when the casino gambling fever next takes her over.

More tomorrow, if I am able.

Enjoy the Show

Last evening's bedtime was around 9:10 p.m. at latest, and my cellphone alarm was set for 1:30 a.m. to get me up to ready for another five-mile+ walk.

I did sleep rather deeply and long for a change, but the point arrived when I was suspiciously awake. I had just shifted position in a bid to get back to sleep, when my curiosity had me check the time: it was 1:28 a.m.

So I pulled myself from bed and deactivated my alarm.

The house was blessedly in darkness, so no one else was up. My wife's closed bedroom door indicated that she had come home at some point following her long workday at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time.

An online check for the temperature hereabouts turned up 12.5° Celsius (54.5° F.), so I opted that I would wear my light denim jacket.

I also checked my joint bank account ─ I had only left $99 in it due to the risk of predation by my casino gambling-addicted wife, but I was to discover that even such a relatively small amount was not safe from her ─ she had transferred out $80.

From now on I will leave less than $50, except when I know some larger recurring monthly figure is due to be debited.

Just before I was set to leave, I weighed myself while fully clothed, but without the jacket: 188 pounds. This was most discouraging, for of late I have been registering at 185 pounds or just slightly over.

Thus, when I got to the elementary school playground early into my walk where I would be tackling some pull-ups and chin-ups, I expected the worst ─ I would not be achieving my recent attainments in set totals despite removing my jacket.

That proved to be so, but I only fell short in the fifth of the usual six sets I like to perform. Regardless, I only managed to do as well as I did because of lots of kicking and vocalizing ─ it was an almost excruciating experience.

So five and then three pull-ups in the first two sets; then three chin-ups in the next two sets; and I finished with two pull-ups in both of the final sets using a pair of gymnastics-style rings, and I held the very last pull-up at highest elevation for a 15-count.

I then did one further set of a single pull-up.

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

The pull-up and chin-up sets have a 30-count break between them.

Keep in mind that I am not quite five feet and 11 inches in height (180.34 centimetres), and I am 73 years old (my 74th birthday is just over two weeks ahead). Therefore, 185 pounds are a fair workload for pull-ups and chin-ups.

Everything was dripping from recent rains, but the upper parts of the equipment I exercised on were dry ─ only the bottoms had diminishing droplets of the past rain.

The sky was mostly overcast, but there were plenty of breaks.

Three times on my walk I had to make a detour around ─ in two cases ─ a probable homeless person suspiciously loitering. In one case, the figure was actually lolling on the damp sidewalk, and it was only seeing movement of a head or an arm that made me privy that the distant obstacle was somebody inexplicably reclined across the sidewalk I was until then following, so I crossed the highway and continued on along the other side.

The second occasion involved the same person when I was on my return. This time I could see that it was a man, and he was on his feet ─ but bent right over at the hip. He was moving about where he was loitering, so I was unsure if he was picking through something there on the ground, or if he was just unnaturally assuming that posture.

The other cause for making a detour was because of an ambulance parked on the side of the avenue I was following ─ the attendants were administering to someone on the sole sidewalk along that avenue, so I crossed over to the opposite side where there was no sidewalk. I progressed some distance until I was well past the scene before returning to the sidewalk.

Note that this was along an avenue through forest, so I had to wonder how the paramedics knew of someone needing aid ─ the sidewalk was somewhat removed from the avenue and anyone lying on it would surely have been invisible from the point of view of passing vehicles. There must have been another person with the sufferer, or else a rare traveller had come along on the sidewalk and found the fallen soul.

It was 2:01 a.m. when I set off on my walk; and possibly 4:07 a.m. (at latest) when I was back home.

I now cannot recall, but it was probably after 5:30 a.m. when I returned to bed where I was to have an atrocious time of it getting to sleep. I could not relax, and began fidgeting almost as quickly as I would change positions to seek comfort ─ it was most irritating. In fact, it was nearly as it I was feeling 'prickly'.

As a result, when eventually I did settle, I was not to make a final check of the time until just after 9 a.m. My previous check had been just before 7:30 a.m., at which time I had checked in order to see if it was yet past 8 a.m. Had it been, I would have risen; but since it was still a bit too early, I sought some further sleep and managed to submerge for a bit over 1½ hours.

My younger brother was downstairs watching T.V., so I soon enough joined him. And he was quite prompt in turning the T.V. over to me so that I could put our Android TV Box into action.

We were only to watch one video. It exceeded two hours (2:05:35), and has at least four sources on BitChute, but I will only present this November 27, 2022, addition to the ittabena channel: Enjoy The Show - Current Psyop C.I.A C.A.A - Tore Maras.

You will have to deduce for yourself from the title what the documentary entails, but it seeks to cover considerable historical time and events as a lengthy prelude to digging into what is going on today.

My wife had another workday today, it would seem; and she did not appear to be well rested ─ too much partying last evening, I would say. However, I think that she would arrive in plenty of time for the restaurant's 11 a.m. opening.

That video finished around 11:50 a.m., but my brother was set for some bed rest, so we watched nothing further. And when he later emerged from his bedroom to leave for the day, I had not yet sought my usual early afternoon nap.

The day has been overcast, but for some late afternoon surprising appearances by the Sun. The cul-de-sac outside our house has looked just about dried, but early this evening I noticed that it seemed all wet again ─ there must have been a light rain shower that I was never aware of.

I took a break from this post before quite 5:30 p.m. for some light exercising, and then I decided to have my supper a little earlier than usual ─ it was quite a light repast, and I ate here at my computer while watching an episode of Cybill. This time it was season two's episode 19 ("An Officer and a Thespian").

Years back when the series was current, I thought that Christine Baranski had fabulous legs. Since re-watching the series, I now realize that her legs were rather on the trim side, and not as nicely muscled as I had formerly believed.

Nonetheless, there are times when the woman looks devastatingly gorgeous.

I am re-watching the series because I am an Alicia Witt fan ─ I was not back when the series was current. Heck, I didn't even remember that she was a regular. In season one, she looked juvenile, but now that I am deep into season two, her beauty is extremely apparent.

Dedee Pfeiffer is undeniably hot, too ─ but in a natural and underrated way. She could easily have played a femme fatale.

I am going to close today's post here. I want to brush my teeth and then place a phone call via my computer. And since I want to be getting up overnight at 1:30 a.m. for another walk, I will need to retire sensibly early.

💀☠💀☠💀☠ Niomi T.

While watching an episode of FBI: Most Wanted early last evening, I drank two cans of strong (8% alcohol) malt in order to shore up my resolve and courage to venture forth to make the 5.625-mile round trip hike to Real Canadian Superstore to do some further grocery shopping that day.

The episode was quite interesting ─ season three's episode 19 ("Whack Job").

The malt was definitely effective, numbing my hesitations, and I was away shortly after 9 p.m. in a lasting drizzle of rain that eventually got my denim jacket quite damp, as well as dampening the front of my jeans on the thighs.

I withdrew $100 along the way, despite becoming discouraged at how low my bank balance has become.

The last time I made a similar evening shopping expedition to this store, I had to cut my visit short due to the mounting need to urinate ─ despite having relieved myself shortly before going in to the store. I had made that trip after also drinking two cans of malt.

So this time, even though the need for relief was not yet manifesting, not much more than a half mile from home I took a pee break. But then a mile or so farther on, I needed to stop and seek true relief. And then again about a mile after that, I needed another stop.

But at least all was well with me in the store.

I was not pleased with the cost of my purchases ─ I cannot keep spending money like I have been doing on these shopping excursions.

I did make one last stop to pee when I was just about a mile from home, but I might have been able to make the full distance ─ I simply chose to be comfortable.

By the time I was back home, it was nearly 11:45 p.m., and my younger brother was watching T.V. despite being fairly drunk.

After I changed out of my damp clothes in my bedroom, I joined him after I had gathered together some supper. In the latter afternoon, my eldest stepson had invited me to help myself to a large pizza that he had brought home, so I had saved myself a couple of decent-sized slices. To those, I added a good-sized chunk of extra old cheddar cheese, and an orange and an apple.

My wife was to unexpectedly arrive home while I was eating in the darkened living room. I did not realize it until this morning, but it appears that she had to put in a workday today at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time.

I had little desire to have a third can of malt, so I just bided time watching whatever my brother would tune in on T.V. ─ I was merely seeking to be politely social and not abandon him to drink alone in front of the T.V. as he normally has to do.

Well, my company may have led him to overdo things. He never forsook T.V. until maybe 2:30 a.m., and had wolfed down a number of cans of beer ─ I honestly have my concerns for his liver.

I was not to get to bed for maybe another quarter hour because I spent some time here at my computer ─ I was to see that my youngest stepson had transferred $330 to me to put towards the bi-weekly mortgage due on Thursday of next week.

My morning was to begin just ahead of 8:30 a.m. ─ I was the first in the house to get up, I believe. But my wife and then my brother quickly enough followed suit.

And of course, she was to leave us well in time to make the fairly long drive to the restaurant that opens for business at 11 a.m.

We have had a fair amount of wet today, but it has never rained hard, and there have been long periods without any rain ─ the sky is heavy with cloud cover, though.

When my brother invited me to put our Android TV Box to work around 9:10 a.m., I led us off with Odessa Orlewicz's good interview from yesterday: Underfunded Hospitals PAYING $$ Nurses To Go Counter Protest The Million Person Parents March.

I interview former educator & CUPE member about the liberal strong arming of Canadian unions and their desperation to take caring parents down by actually paying people to go protest the Million Person March. The head of CUPE Fred Hahn ironically promotes Che Guevara on his walls and in his photos but Che Guevera put gay people in camps and murdered them. Is he just another useful idiot or does he know this?

Find Rob Primo at : https://rumble.com/Therobprimo

The video is also available on Rumble here, and is well under an hour (51:39).

The interview was good, as I said, but the actual interview did not begin until maybe 9:43 into the video ─ I consider that prelude material to be discountable.

Next I tuned in a half hour (31:39) addition yesterday to Rumble's AKStraightSpeaks channel: How to Buy Gold and Silver with Anita.

A little intro metal buying with Warren Keane VP of Sales for New World Precious Metals. Please check out my links below.
My link to New World Precious Metals (great deals on Gold and Silver purchase:
https://info.newworldpm.com/142.html

It definitely was of little use to me in my financial depression.

We finished with a 48-minute (48:17) documentary uploaded February 6, 2016, to YouTube's Real Stories channel: Breadline Kids: Dispatches (Poverty Documentary) | Real Stories.

A part of Dispatches collection, Breadline Kids asks daring questions about food poverty in the UK, asking children what it's like to live when the cupboards are bare, and what desperate measures parents go to feed their kids.

It would be nice to know the fates of the three families featured in the 2014 documentary, but all I can find is information backgrounding the documentary ─ nothing updates it, nor offers any family last names.

I do believe that I located "Naomi" on Facebook ─ her name there is spelled "Niomi", and she became the pretty young woman that was blossomingly apparent in the documentary from just about a decade ago.

I must bring an end to this post.

I never had my afternoon nap ─ dissolution took priority. And because this has been a bath day, I broke from this post just before posting the above photo. I wanted to have a can of malt before some supper while watching some T.V.

My choice was an episode of FBI: International ─ season two's episode 14 ("He Who Speaks Dies" ).

Thereafter I had my bath, and now I am finishing up this post at 8:45 p.m. Since I want to be getting up at 1:30 a.m. to begin readying for one of my five-mile+ walks, I must soon get to bed.

I cannot carry on as I am. I need like-minded people around me ... or even just a devoted friend or companion / partner. I have none of those.

I am perishing for it.

Turbo Trouble

"If we will not be governed by God, we must be governed by tyrants."

Last evening I only took the time to watch one show on T.V. via our Android TV Box ─ an episode of FBI. Specifically, it was season five's episode 14 ("Money for Nothing").

Even though I would not be rising until 4 a.m., after that episode it was still too soon to be getting to bed, but I did not want to tune in something that I would have to abandon because of my younger brother's arrival home.

So I resorted to YouTube's Shawn Ryan Show channel and tuned in a nearly four-hour (3:55:57) interview uploaded on September 18: Nick Freitas - Woke Schooling, Identity Crisis, National Divorce and Parenting Advice | SRS #75.

This week on SRS we're diving into all things society & culture with Former Green Beret and Virginia State Delegate Nick Freitas. Shawn and Nick discuss the shifting political climate across the country as "woke culture" creates unintended targets. Freitas lays out the changing value structure of the modern family and how missing fathers are affecting the growth and success of America's youth. Shawn and Nick also touch on the epidemic of mass shootings that have become the new normal for the United States. If you're struggling to make sense of your place in the world today, this episode is a must listen.

I watched it all the way to the first commercial break ─ in other words, approximately 27 minutes.

Nick Freitas truly impressed me, so I am going to try and slowly work my way through the entire video.

I believe that I managed to time things such that I was set to go to bed when my brother did arrive home ─ I was by then upstairs here at my computer that I keep in my bedroom. I don't recall the time, but it was well past 10 p.m.

I drank one can of strong (8% alcohol) malt during FBI prior to having any supper.

When my alarm chimed at 4 a.m., it actually roused me from limboland, so I was in some sort of sleep state.

The tentative plan was to be on my way by 5:45 a.m. on a five-mile+ walk that would see me doing some grocery shopping at Save-On-Foods on the return leg of my hike when I was about a mile from home. That would allow for some exercise at an elementary school playground.

Well, that never happened ─ I was not on my way until a few minutes (three or so) past 6 a.m. Even without stopping for any exercise, I was not to the store until just after 7:30 a.m. ─ I do not like shopping when stores are with their peak crowds. Approaching 8 a.m. to do any shopping is courting some discomfort where my mindset is concerned.

It was just past 8 a.m. by the time I was home, discovering that my younger brother had just come downstairs and grabbed the Sunday morning edition of The Province that I subscribe to. He would work his way through that before turning on the T.V., so it was still possible that I might get a bit of bed rest before joining him.

That didn't happen ─ I got too involved here at my computer and lost out on the bed rest.

After I joined him, and he turned the T.V. over to me towards 9 a.m.'s approach, I put our Android TV Box to work and tuned in a 35-minute (34:52) excerpt from a longer (1:54:42) September 21 episode of Rumble's The HighWire with Del Bigtree channel: Episode 338: TURBO TROUBLE.

The excerpt was titled IS THE COVID VACCINE CAUSING TURBO CANCERS?

Oncologist and cancer researcher, Dr William Makis, is sounding the alarm on the sudden rise in “turbo cancers”, a recent term coined for the incredibly fast growing cancers found in COVID vaccinated individuals. Hear what the early data is showing in the causal relationship with the vaccine and the struggles doctors are having treating these patients.

The next video I tuned in was 45 minutes (44:25), and had been uploaded to YouTube's Alex Christoforou channel yesterday: Trudeau, $650M to Elensky. Black Sea HQ strike. Bakhmut, Tokmak on foot. Lavrov-Szijjarto meet. U/1.

We also watched the bulk remaining from a fairly long (1:20:17) video that I had recorded back on June 9 ─ it had originally been added to BitChute's bluedemon218 channel on August 24, 2020, but was an older documentary: Disappearance of Johnny Gosch the First Missing Kid to Appear on a Milk Carton.

John David Gosch (born November 12, 1969; disappeared September 5, 1982) was a 12-year-old paperboy in West Des Moines, Iowa, who disappeared without a trace between 6 and 7 a.m. on September 5, 1982. He is presumed to have been kidnapped. As of 2020, there have been no arrests made and the case is now considered cold, but remains open.

His disappearance eventually became a statewide issue. Eventually they'll move as far up to the Executive Branch of the Federal Government for assistance.

I topped off our viewing with an episode of the British sitcom W1A ─ this time, season two's episode three.

Gosh, it is already past 7 p.m., and I want to try and get out this evening for a 5.625-mile round trip hike to do some further grocery shopping. I have to perform the hike because I stupidly got involved in blogging and lost my opportunity for some at-home exercising ─ the only way I can justify the loss of the exercising is by making this trip.

However, I am going to have to drink two cans of my malt in order to bolster my courage for the trip. Thus, I must bring this post to a close.

If all goes well, I will report back tomorrow.

Note: it has been lightly raining since possibly before 5:30 p.m.

Shedding Light on an Unseen Crisis

Sacrificing making a phone call to Sandy W. early last evening, I instead tuned in a Christmas movie that allowed me to enjoy two cans of strong (8% alcohol) malt before having some supper. The movie was 2016's My Christmas Love.

The lead actress was Meredith Hagner, who was familiar to me, but I could not identify why ─ I assumed that she had starred in some other Christmas movie I must have seen that featured a character very similar to the one she played in this movie. So, in looking at her acting credits, I would venture that it was likely the 2015 movie A Gift Wrapped Christmas that I likely watched roughly a year ago.

And in looking now at IMBb's write-up of that earlier movie, I can now recall Meredith and her lovable character.

Meredith is very slight, but I found myself enjoying her trim legs in the opening scenes even though I do prefer considerably more muscle where female legs are concerned.

I enjoyed the movie a lot, and could see myself watching it again in some good company. However, as far as Christmas movies go, this one did not break me down emotionally. It was just a cute and sweet love story that did not reach into the 'inner me'. It had no relevance to my past or present.

I have been having rather poor luck of late ─ of the six or so Christmas movies I have now watched since August, only two hit me hard.

Fortunately I watched the movie early enough that after I got to bed reasonably after 9 p.m., when my 1:30 a.m. cellphone alarm chimed to get me up to ready for one of my five-mile+ walks, I didn't notice any trace of a hangover. The alarm did rouse me from dreamland, however ─ and for just an instant, I believed that my phone was ringing.

My brother was still downstairs watching T.V., so I exercised some care to avoid notice when I paid a visit to the bathroom ─ the entire upstairs hallway is visible from our living room and where he was seated.

Back in my bedroom, I began readying, making an online check for the claimed temperature hereabouts: 10.4° Celsius (50.72° F.). This was sufficiently mild that I decided to wear my lightweight black denim jacket.

Happily my brother was soon to head for his bedroom, which he did just ahead of 1:45 a.m. ─ I was not going to have to engage any parting conversational exchanges with him. However, both of my stepsons were still up, albeit in their den area and thus out of sight.

I correctly decided that I would be jacketless when having some pull-ups and chin-ups early into my walk at the usual elementary school playground, so just before I was set to leave, I weighed myself fully-clothed without the jacket: about 185 pounds.

By the time I was out the front door and in the process of closing it before locking it, my youngest stepson hove into view briefly as he came up from the lads' den area and headed on upstairs to clearly have a shower. He looked at the closing door, but continued on his way.

It was 1:56 a.m., and the sky was mostly covered with a cluttering of grey cloud.

When I got to the school playground, the equipment was dry from any condensation, so I easily exercised bare-handed.

As I exercised, it appeared that I might match my latest high repetitions in the six sets that I perform when all goes well ─ that is, five and then three pull-ups in the first two sets, three chin-ups in the next two sets, and three and then two pull-ups on either the gymnastics-style rings or else a pair of bars.

The rings were out of commission ─ vandals had wrapped all of their chains around the very high support bar. I had to instead use two bars of the jungle gym or monkey bars.

Alas, when I got to the first of those two sets, I felt myself emptied after managing just two pull-ups ─ I dared not even attempt a third. I blame some lingering sensation of overtraining due to the session I had there 24 hours earlier.

Whatever the reason, I finished the last set with the expected two pull-ups, and held the very last of them at highest elevation for a 15-count.

Then in atonement, I did one further set of just a single pull-up between the two bars.

Of course, I completed the exercising with 10 slow full-range push-ups in a declined posture on a cement ramp.

Nothing else about the walk come to mind that is worth mentioning, except that it was the second consecutive time that I wore a pair of orange blue-light-blocking plastic glasses. I bought mine maybe three years ago ─ I bought two pairs. They are by UVEX, and seem to very much resemble these ones at Amazon, although those are sold in multiples of three.

I could never get accustomed enough to use them for long with my computer because I already have such poor vision that impairing it even more with the glasses was too bothersome.

But on these night walks ─ wow! Headlights and street lights and traffic lights are as nothing with these on ─ I never find myself blinded. Now I can barely imagine night walking without wearing them.

Anyway, I was back home at 4 a.m., so I made very good time.

I am now guessing, but I might have returned to bed by 5:15 a.m., and then rose just over three hours later to commence my morning. My brother was actually later still.

He and I only watched one video together this morning on T.V. via our Android TV Box ─ it was one we had to quit from yesterday due to want of the time. Over 1¾ hours long (1:47:47) ─ although nearly five minutes of the opening was dead air ─ it had been streamed two days ago to Rumble's Vaccine Safety Research Foundation channel: VSRF Livestream #95: Shedding Light on an Unseen Crisis.

The forgotten injured of the Covid-19 vaccines

This week on VSRF Live we learn about Covid-19 vaccine injuries we were never told about. VSRF Vaccine Injured Director, NICU Nurse Angela Wulbrecht, RN speaks with American Thought Leaders Host Jan Jakielek & The Unseen Crisis filmmaker Cindy Drukier

“Within 12 minutes of getting my vaccine, I was on the ground. This warmth kind of took over my body. I became numb. I started shaking uncontrollably. I felt like something really bad was going on. At first, I thought maybe I’m having an anaphylactic reaction. So, the paramedics were surrounding me. I had all these people there that were taking my vitals. My vitals were extremely unstable. My blood pressure was so high, I could have stroked out. My heart rate was really high. And things went downhill from there, and I eventually was taken away by ambulance to the hospital. And that was the first of, I think, five 911 calls—five hospitalizations.”

The video was our 'one and only' because at 11:30 a.m. my brother announced that he was returning to his bedroom for further bed rest because he had socializing plans thereafter. He was to leave before I had yet returned to my bed for a needed early afternoon nap.

By the way, this morning ─ maybe just after 5 a.m. ─ it was raining hard outside. It was to be a lengthy enough shower, but things did later dry out. Nevertheless, the day remained wholly overcast; and then around 4 p.m. we had another rain shower, though it was not as intense.

I will not be getting up at 1:30 a.m. to ready for a walk ─ Sunday mornings are for some grocery shopping. Since Save-On-Foods opens at 7 a.m., I won't be rising earlier than 4 a.m. The store is maybe a mile from here, so I will have basically my usual walk and stop at the store while making my return.

Ideally I would like to get away around 5:45 a.m. ─ that might allow me some exercising at the elementary school. My reality is such, though, that I usually barely get away by 6 a.m., so I tend not to get in any exercising. Maybe that break is a good thing, judging by last night's fifth set failure.

I have been fasting since my early evening meal yesterday during My Christmas Love. I have not even had a black coffee. Even so, it was with some surprise that just after 5 p.m. I stripped down and weighed myself entirely naked ─ I may have been a sliver above the 175-pound mark, but that same sliver seems to be displayed as being just above zero on the analog scale when it is at rest.

So ... maybe a flat 175 pounds?

It is already a bit past what is supposed to be our official sunset hereabouts (7:07 p.m.), but I am going to wait until it is dark before I beak this fast.

I shall be back here tomorrow, I expect!

Twitter: Benny Johnson

They're Coming

Last evening's bit of T.V. entertainment ─ along with a can of strong (8% alcohol) malt and then some supper ─ was an episode of Castle Rock. This one was season two's episode two ("New Jerusalem").

Lead actress Lizzy Caplan ─ who is new to me ─ must be a pretty good actress, for I despise her mentally ill, drug-addicted character who is a scheming, limitless liar. In fact, I despise the character so much that I have no interest in seeing the actress's work anywhere else.

In this series she so very much reminds me of Winona Ryder. Winona is apparently about a half inch shorter, anecdotally.

I was to bed sensibly before 9:30 p.m., and well before my younger brother was home from the pub he had bused to, nor my wife who had probably worked the evening from 4:30 p.m.

She actually might be working similarly today.

Since I had another wee a.m. five-mile+ walk planned that would require me to be rising at 1:30 a.m. to begin readying, that was the time that I had my cellphone alarm set for.

It was to develop that I did not require it. As I recall, I had to use the bathroom at one point ─ I believe that my brother had likely just recently gone to his bedroom for the night. And my wife's bedroom door was shut tight, so I knew that she had come home.

Before getting back into bed, I checked the time ─ it was 12:32 a.m., so I had just under an hour before my alarm chimed. That was long enough to merit attempting a little more sleep. And possibly I succeeded ─ at least I believe that I did have a dream. I then checked the time anew, and it was something like 1:26 a.m., so I decided then to rise and turn off my alarm.

An online check claimed that the temperature hereabouts was 7.5° Celsius (45.5° F.), so I opted to wear my heavy denim jacket. And as I recall, it was 1:56 a.m. once I was outside and on my way under a clear moonless sky.

The air was cool and seemingly moist.

When I stopped at the elementary school playground early into my walk for six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups, I knew that I had weighed no more than 185 pounds fully dressed, but without a jacket, so I decided to exercise without it.

Good decision ─ I succeeded in achieving my current maximums ─ after wiping the dewy bar dry enough to be able to exercise bare-handed: five and then three pull-ups in the first two sets; three chin-ups in each of the middle two sets; and finally, three and then two pull-ups between two bars of the jungle gym or monkey bars that I use. The gymnastics-style rings had been disabled by hooligans who had wrapped the chains of key rings around the very high upright support, so they were unavailable.

I held the very final pull-up for the usual 15-count before lowering myself, and then going over to a cement ramp for 10 slow full-range push-ups in a declined posture.

There isn't really anything else about the walk that I care to mention. Often of late I will hear an isolated frog weakly croaking in the Green Timbers Urban Forest. This is in contrast to the later Spring / earliest Summer when every night there were masses of the amphibians croaking off in Green Timbers Lake.

Maybe I will also mention that in the past 10 nights or so, I have espied whom I believe was Charles "Stickman" around the intersection of Fraser Highway & 140th Street (Google Map), one of the homeless people whom I understand has an encampment somewhere in the forest. I am quite sure that it has been Charles because the man in question was walking with a lengthy pole well exceeding his height, and I have never seen Charles without such an accompaniment.

Anyway, I was back home by (I think) 4:03 a.m., so I fared rather well in the no-name AliExpress boots that I have now worn for five or six such walks since acquiring them.

By the way, the pair of footwear I wore the previous night ─ an old pair of Hi-Tec hikers that may be over two decades old ─ are soon going to be discarded because I discovered a crack over an inch long has appeared across the forefoot of the right boot. As long as it is a dry night, I can wear them; but as soon as there is rain on the ground, they will obviously wick up the wet into the boot itself.

Also, any such crack ─ quite apart from gradually lengthening ─ is a liability in the sense that I am at risk should I ever step on something dangerously pointed that would project up through that sliver of an opening and into my foot.

I was probably back to bed comfortably before 6 a.m. ─ at least I hope so.

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Okay, I took a lengthy break from working on this post at the onset of evening (6 p.m.) because I would be embarking upon a Sabbath fast after sundown, so I wanted to cram in a couple cans of malt first before my 'last supper' ─ and I wanted to do so while enjoying a Christmas movie.

I did all successfully.

I will report on the movie tomorrow.

Let me return to this morning.

I believe that I rose around 8:20 a.m., at which time my brother was already watching T.V. ─ but only barely. He had only recently risen.

After I joined him around 9 a.m., he invited me around 9:10 a.m. to put our Android TV Box into action, so I led us off with two relatively short videos at Rumble's ProgressiveTruthSeekers channel.

The first was from September 19 at 21¾ minutes: Here's Why They're Coming For Russell Brand.

THE PLANDEMIC - FOLLOW THE MONEY

The Jimmy Dore Show

Back when he was a hard-partying movie star, Russell Brand was the darling of the mainstream media.

But ever since the British comedian started turning hard against the establishment, exposing the corporate media narrative on COVID Plandemic, the Ukraine War and U.S. Imperialism, the knives have been out for him.

And now we know how they plan to get him, with a series of questionable rape allegations emerging from anonymous sources in his distant past.

Guest host Craig "Pasta" Jardula and Americans' Comedian Kurt Metzger discuss why the establishment would have determined that Brand had to be disappeared from the discourse.

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Original: https://youtu.be/iGt6tu3fp_U

The second was added yesterday at nearly 29 minutes, but was evidently recorded August 31: The Best Interview You'll Hear This Year - Rob Schneider.

George Galloway

Hollywood star Rob Schneider on the Election Cycle Variant, how Big Pharma buys corporate media and politicians and, why he supports Robert F. Kennedy Jr., for President.

He feels that Robert F. Kennedy Jr., the man who cleaned up the Hudson River, will do the same with the pill pushers.

Original: https://youtu.be/DZgxHaYn59Q

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Then it was a very short (6:19) clip from Odessa Orlewicz added to her Rumble Libertytalkcanada channel yesterday: The COVERUP Of The TRUTH About The Million Person March In Canada.

This should have been released yesterday. THIS is what CBC, CTV, Global News and all of the other fraud medias don't want you to know, under the direction of the highly corrupted NDP/Libs and Marxist infiltrated unions and schools. Ottawa had around 15,000 parents. CBC reported "over 1,000" and proceeded to point their cameras towards parliament instead of the march while stating this. The fakestream medias will be revealed by the plethora of videos being shared worldwide. 85% of the towns & cities had substantially more parents than the failed union orchestrated attempt to take down the truth. Vancouver was the only major city that had an equal amount as per 2 separate sources. When I say 85% were a success for parents then yes...that means about 15% of the small towns were outnumbered, and it was ONLY those that the fraud stream news reported on KNOWINGLY covering up the larger truth.

The final video that I tuned in was too long for our available time, so we did not quite watch half of it. I will likely tune in the remainder tomorrow and report on it in that day's post.

My wife rose late in the morning. I still had not sought my early afternoon nap when my brother finished his bed rest and left for the day to socialize.

For the second straight day, I rose from my early afternoon nap feeling worse than before it ─ verging on an eyestrain-type headache. Possibly the brilliant sunny day was largely at fault. Even if my wife had not been home, I likely would not have braved the sunshine out in the backyard, despite such afternoons nearing their finish for this year.

As I said earlier concerning my wife, I am only supposing that she left soon after mid-afternoon to report to work, but I do feel that it was so. However, I am more uncertain as to whether she will return home afterwards tonight, or if she is gone for the weekend.

I still have not fulfilled a promise to Sandy W. that I have been making about phoning her since last Saturday ─ she is my old late friend Bill's ladyfriend, and apparently had her 60th birthday this past Saturday. The opportunity for the Christmas movie, the malts, and some supper ere dark took precedence.

It is presently well after 8:30 p.m., and I expect to be in bed in approximately half an hour.