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My 1:30 a.m. alarm roused me last night to begin readying for my five-mile+ walk. The house was in darkness.

An online check of the claimed temperature hereabouts was 1.7° Celsius (35.06° F.); and fully dressed for my walk, I weighed just over 190 pounds.

It was 1:58 a.m. by the time I was away into the chilly night under a clear enough sky and an essentially full moon.

When I got to the elementary school playground three or four blocks from here for a half dozen sets of token pull-ups and chin-ups, the sawdust on the ground was crunchy and glistening from frost, but the metal of the jungle gym monkey bars was practically dripping thickly with a heavy dew.

I used my jacket sleeves to wipe the worst of the wet off so as not saturate my gloves.

And of course, after the token half dozen sets I finished with 10 slow full-range push-ups in a declined position on a cement ramp.

I don't recall anything worth writing about concerning the rest of the walk; it was somewhere from 3:52 - 3:54 a.m. by the time I was back home, if I am remembering correctly.

Although I may have been back to bed ahead of 5:30 a.m., and never checked the time thereafter and rose until shortly ahead of 8:30 a.m., I found myself to be suffering a vague eyestrain-type headache in back of my right eye that was to assist in colouring my demeanour negatively.

Compounding that effect was guilt I felt for not noticing when my wife had risen and was showering in prelude to her long full day of work at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time.

Due to my negligence she was to have to leave on her long drive without any boiled water for her special coffee beverage. I usually try to have hot water ready for her, but this time instead of just turning on the stove element to heat the already very warm water in the kettle, I stupidly filled it with more cold water that she had no time to wait to boil.

I honestly felt awful for this.

The morning's T.V. with my brother ─ soon after 9 a.m. once I put our Android TV Box into action ─ began with a 20-minute addition on October 11 to Rumble's Maryann Gebauer channel: Dr. York Hsiang | Bonnie Henry In The Hot Seat November 20.

According to VGH vascular surgeon and UBC professor York Hsiang, Dr. Bonnie Henry will be required at a November judicial review to produce scientific evidence behind her draconian measures of preventing 8000 unvaccinated healthcare workers from employment in BC.

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Alas, I fear that our judges are cowardly, ignorant, or corrupt ─ the process will continue of betraying the people of this province in abject favour of those liars who hold the reins of power. The judges know who it is that appoints them and pays their salaries.

I next tried for my brother and I to watch a 1¼-hour (1:16:07) video that had been uploaded to YouTube on April 6, 2016: Divorce: Iranian Style (Global Documentary) | Real Stories.

Hilarious, tragic, stirring, this fly-on-the-wall look at several weeks in an Iranian divorce court provides a unique window into the intimate circumstances of Iranian women’s lives. Following Jamileh, whose husband beats her; Ziba, a 16-year-old trying to divorce her 38-year-old husband; and Maryam, who is desperately fighting to gain custody of her daughters, this deadpan chronicle showcases the strength, ingenuity, and guile with which they confront biased laws, a Kafaka-esque administrative system, and their husbands’ and families’ rage to gain divorces.

With the barest of commentary, acclaimed director Kim Longinotto turns her cameras on the court and lets it tell its own story. Dispelling images of Iran as a country of war, hostages, and “fatwas”, and Iranian women as passive victims of a terrible system, this film is a subtle, fascinating look at women’s lives in a country which is little known to most Americans.

Directed by Kim Longinotto and Ziba Mir-Hosseini, author of Marriage on Trial: A Study of Islamic Family Law.

Unfortunately my brother's vision is even worse than mine and I was having to basically maintain a steady narration by trying to keep reading aloud the steady subtitling, for the documentary was almost exclusively in Iranian. We were close to half way through it when I asked him if he wanted to continue with it, and he declined.

It is unfortunate, as I said ─ it truly was interesting and entertaining.

So next I tuned in a 51-minute (51:37) September 5, 2022, addition to BitChute's Adaneth channel: Rome: Power & Glory | Cult of Order (Episode 5).

Episode 5: Rome fashioned a cultural template that resonates today in Western art, architecture, medicine and urban planning. As the Roman Empire grew, this pagan model blended with a host of beliefs reflecting the multi-cultural world it encompassed.

From this mix emerged Christianity, by its very nature at odds with the deeply rooted values of Roman Culture. Romans thought they had united the world. But after centuries of conquest and glory, resentment festered within. Repression and chaos replaced tolerance and order; and the gap between the wealthy and the poor had become unimaginably wide. Indeed ninety-five percent of the population struggled beneath the povety line. Cults of dessent emerged that threatened to devide the empire forever. "Cult of Order" aims to track the corruption of the values that made Rome 'great'; as exellence gave way to excess.

As soon as I tuned tn the next video, my brother disappeared to engage other activities, finally returning to make apparent that barely after 11:30 a.m., he was about to head out this sunny day.

Well, we will just have to replay the video from its start in the near future.

I should have taken the opportunity to have an early nap, but I opted for dissolution instead and thus squandered the first half of my afternoon.

As the afternoon advanced, my youngest stepson got all dressed up in his suit ─ reportedly he was headed off to his girlfriend's home. With his older brother in Thailand, that left me home alone.

Ever the recluse, I locked the front door and kept the lights off this Hallowe'en ─ even though I may have $40 worth of Hallowe'en goodies that I accumulated over the month.

I am too much the neurotic to celebrate the evening all on my own.

I have another early a.m. walk planned for which I will be rising at 1:30 a.m., so I will be putting my miserable lonely self to bed relatively early.

By the way, my brother confirmed that yesterday he booked a 1 p.m. ferry sailing for Saturday to go over to the Island to visit his old friend Frank H. It will be an overnight visit, and my brother's return ferry is around 5 p.m. Sunday.

Trust

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It was likely no more than 8:05 p.m. last evening when I set off on a five-mile+ walk that would see me doing some grocery shopping on the return at Save-On-Foods when I was about a mile from home.

I had been alone when I left, but my younger brother and my youngest stepson were both here at my return, and my wife was to arrive later following her workday at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time.

My brother seemed to be unconscious in front of the T.V. as often as he was awake.

I was desirous of a couple cans of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol) and some T.V., so I took over and put our Android TV Box to work, first tuning in an episode of The Jonathan Ross Show ─ this one was season or series 20's episode six.

Then it was American Ninja Warrior ─ this time episode four (Qualifier 5).

After that we just watched primarily YouTube fights, including round-by-round highlights of the recent Tyson Fury / Francis Ngannou boxing battle. I cannot locate the exact video, alas, so will not be able to link to it. But from what I saw of the highlights, Tyson was constantly reeling from blows from Francis, whereas I never noticed Francis looking stunned.

Tyson won via a split decision from the three judges, but I would have to say he appeared to be faring the poorest in the contest. However, since he was not demonstrably beaten, I suppose that fact would allow him title retention if the title had been on the line ─ it was not, for this was a non-title fight.

And that being so, in my opinion Tyson actually lost. His loss was not good enough to have lost his championship, but his performance was certainly in no way a victory.

We also watched another very good fight by two women: Underground Fight Bali - Bare Knuckle Meiken VS Putri. Honestly, my brother and I both thought that it was a fight between a good-looking blonde and a slim Asian man.

But I see now that Norway's wonderfully-built Maiken Aannerud really was fighting another woman in Indonesia's Putri Padmi.

Check out Maiken's Instagram page.

I did hold myself to just two cans of malt, but I never supped until afterwards. That was probably why I never slept past 7 a.m. despite likely not getting to bed until 2 a.m.

My wife had disturbing news for me: she wanted to borrow $500 to pay the deductible portion of repairs to her car's bumper ─ while it was parked at work, someone else 'hit and ran' after causing the damage.

I just cannot seem to advance anywhere financially. Sure, she promised that she would repay me when she gets paid ─ but will she if I do not pursue her about it?

No wonder despair and despondence are such familiar companions to me.

She had today off work, so has been home apart from taking her car somewhere for the work ─ or maybe it was only appraised. I have no idea. I just know that the $500 was withdrawn.

As for morning T.V. with my brother, once I put our Android TV Box to work, we led off with an hour-long (1:01:12) addition just yesterday to Rumble's Vaccine Choice Canada channel: The Big Picture Film - Todd Michael Harris.

Todd Michael Harris joined us to discuss his most ambitious project to date, a six episode docuseries titled The Big Picture. Life Inside The Control Grid. A joint production between Matador Films and Children's Health Defense
Canada. it premiers on November 5th 2023. Todd has worked as a Director/Cinematographer and Editor in both film and television. He founded Matador Films to focus on documentary film-making. His recent films include Ayahuasca & the Path of the Shaman (2020), Love in the Time of Covid - Part 1 & 2 (2021) and Uninformed Consent (2022). https://matadorfilms.ca/

The Big Picture: https://www.bigpicturemovie.com/

Then it was to YouTube for an eight-minute (8:45) addition yesterday: "Where is the FBI hiding the truth about Joe Biden?" US Congress demands answers | Redacted News.

Republican Senator Chuck Grassley [sent](https://nypost.com/2023/10/25/news/fb...) a letter to the FBI detailing more than 40 confidential sources that provided “criminal information” on the Biden family dating back to when the president was the vice president. He says that the FBI has “improperly shut down” all of these referrals by calling them "disinformation."

That was followed by a 14-minute (14:43) addition yesterday to Rumble's ProgressiveTruthSeekers channel: American Psychosis - Chris Hedges.

On The U.S. Empire Of Narcissism and Psychopathy

Oct. 17, 2023

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And after that I opted for lighter entertainment ─ an episode of Doc Martin. This one was season or series three's episode four ("The Admirer" / "The GP Always Rings Twice").

My brother got some bed rest thereafter before heading out for the day. I had my day's first meal, and waited until my wife headed out on her auto errand before seeking my needed early afternoon nap.

I have had absolutely no exercise today ─ with my wife home and neither of her sons present, I just lacked all inclination. I will get some overnight, for I plan on rising at 1:30 a.m. to ready for a five-mile+ walk.

I passed the very early evening with a light supper and two cans of Cariboo Malt while watching some T.V. via our Android TV Box.

First was an episode of FBI: International ─ season two's episode 15 ("Trust').

Then it was Cybill ─ the premiere episode ("Bringing Home the Bacon") of season three. I knew I would probably know who a gorgeous supporting actress was if given a hint, but there was honestly nothing familiar about her.

I see now that it was Daisy Fuentes ─ there was not much reason I should have been able to recognize her. The name is very familiar, but not the woman herself.

By the way, I noticed that the episode is available at the Internet Archive.

Anyway, thereafter I killed some time watching nothing important on YouTube.

It is nearly 9:10 p.m., so I must soon get to bed. Only my wife and I are yet home.

Fools

Although I am now unsure, I may have been to bed last evening as early as 10:30 p.m., my cellphone alarm set for 4 a.m. with the plan to be away by 5:45 a.m. on the 5.625-mile round trip hike to do some grocery shopping at Real Canadian Superstore.

I was not to require the alarm, making my first time check just after 3 a.m. After failing to do more than relax deeply for the next half hour, I rose.

The house was in darkness, and my wife's bedroom door was closed, so she had evidently come home at some point following her late afternoon / evening partial workday at the Thai restaurant where she works part-time.

I was to discover that she had likely been to the casino that she is addicted to. The wisdom of leaving less than $100 in my ("our") joint chequing account revealed itself. There had been something like $85 in it, but an online check revealed that $80 had been taken.

I wanted to withdraw $200, so I transferred over $220 from my private account, and later did the withdrawal on my way to the store.

An online temperature check for hereabouts revealed that we were possibly a couple of degrees below freezing.

As is typical for me, I failed to get away ahead of 6 a.m. ─ in fact, it was a few minutes after by the time I left. When I stopped at the elementary school playground three or four locks from here, I only took the time for three token sets of pull-ups and chin-ups.

The jungle gym monkey bars were all coated in frost, so there was no question of exercising without gloves. I only barely managed three pull-ups in the first set ─ the third pull-up was essentially done with just my fingers gripping over the bar, my grip had slipped that badly due to the frost.

It was rather novel having so much cold to walk in, and it was dark all the way to the store ─ I arrived several minutes after its 7 a.m. opening.

The only other mentionable item I have to speak of occurred when I was well over halfway home. I was to have to bypass a young woman who was leash-walking her very unusual-looking medium-sized dog.

It was fairly long-haired with somewhat floppy ears; and mostly white, with light brown markings such as its ears. And its eyes were a beautiful grey-blue.

The young (I am estimating its age) dog showed great interest in me, pulling somewhat on its leash, but the young woman kept her pooch in check.

Where I was bypassing them, she had removed to the far side of the dual sidewalk and cycling lane where there was even further space due to a construction site immediately there ─ so we were well separated.

Even so, she stood them both still, and even had her dog obediently sit. At this juncture I had almost come abreast of them. As beautiful as was the dog, its owner was absolutely gorgeous. And she was wearing black tights that showcased perfectly contoured muscular thighs.

I was able to drink in the fabulous sight of those legs because she was beside and slightly in back of her dog ─ I knew that she figured I was admiring it. I was admiring the dog, of course, but not as much as her thighs.

Then to my sheer delighted surprise, she greeted my with a hearty, "Good morning!" And her face was in a huge, genuine smile.

Of course I returned the most welcome greeting, and was tempted to then interact with her dog, but I just settled on a cutesy "Hello" that I directed at it as I kept walking past. The dog immediately rose from its seated posture and tried again to advance to me, but she held it in check.

This encounter with that cheery beautiful young woman buoyed me for several hours ─ it made me feel that our world can still be a most wonderful place when there are people like her in it.

I am feeling that glow that she created in me even now as I write of that interaction with her.

Anyway, I got back home to find my younger brother already up and reading the Sunday morning edition of The Province that I subscribe to. I correctly estimated that he would very soon be graduating to the T.V., and I was thus not to get any bed rest.

Shortly after I heard the T.V. playing, I went downstairs for my second mug of hot coffee this day, and then I joined him. He fairly quickly invited me to put our Android TV Box into action.

I led us off with an hour-long (1:02:42) addition that had been streamed on October 17 to Rumble's Stew Peters Network channel: Israel’s Deal with Pfizer to use Country as Lab Rats! Athlete now “Living Nightmare” due to Pfizer.

The video description fails to mention any of the interviewees; but COVID-19 vaccine-injured RN (registered nurse) Lindsey House was the first, followed by Dr. William Makis.

I see that Lyndsey is on Twitter, and also has this website.

The next video was nearly 1½ hours (1:25:52) and had been added to Rumble's mariazeee channel on October 26: Leo Zagami - Ex-Illuminati Gives Insider Insight on Israel/Hamas & WWIII.

Ex-Illuminati cult Grandmaster Leo Zagami joins Maria Zeee to give his insight from an insider's perspective on the current war in the Middle East, which he says will escalate into World War III as the globalists push to reveal their Antichrist.

I have not before heard of Leo Zagami, and he was difficult to always understand. I even expected that my brother would suggest quitting the video, but it became unexpectedly interesting to us both. Heck, I might even be interested in buying one of Leo Zagami's books to more clearly understand what he has to say.

We finished up our viewing with an episode of the British sitcom Ghosts ─ the premiere episode ("Fools") of season or series five.

Once that was done, my brother sought bed rest, for he was to involve himself in NFL games scheduled for 1 p.m.

My wife had risen before his bed rest, and shared the news that she had just received concerning her eldest son who took a flight to Thailand this weekend with his girlfriend. Apparently the muscle-head only brought his passport, and no other I.D. ─ not even his ATM card.

Fortunately he may have travelled with $4,000, so he should be okay.

After my brother shut himself in his bedroom this sunny day, my wife showered and then announced that she was having to leave for work again ─ I cannot remember if she ever had to put in time there on a Sunday before.

I suppose that she will be home again tonight ─ we shall see.

Regardless, my brother was to watch his football until at least 3 p.m., before leaving for the day to socialize. At one point he answered a doorbell ring. From the sound of the conversation it was some young girls selling milk chocolate bars. When he asked how much, and was told that they were $7, he turned them down, claiming the price was too steep for him.

But he wished them success with their efforts.

I could never have done that.

Okay, I want to ready and take off on an evening five-mile+ walk that ought to see me do a little further grocery shopping ─ this time at Save-On-Foods about a mile from here when I am on the return leg of the walk home.

This will save me having to have an early a.m. walk overnight, and also allow me to watch some latter evening T.V. with my brother while indulging in a couple cans of strong (8% alcohol) Cariboo malts.

It is already after 7:30 p.m., so I must hustle and get ready. The store closes at 10 p.m. and therefore it is best to try and arrive there early enough to do some relaxed shopping.

The Disturbing Truth

It seems to me that I was to bed well before 9:30 p.m. last evening ─ maybe much nearer to 9 p.m. And although my wife had come home shortly after 8:30 p.m. (unless I am misremembering), not once did she address me here where I sat at my computer that I keep next to my bed.

She and I have separate bedrooms.

The situation had been the same with her two sons over the earlier evening. The eldest lad (29 years old) seemed to be packing. Early in the month I had been led to believe that one of the lads was going to visit Thailand at some point in October, so I assumed that it was finally going to happen and I was not misinformed.

But why was I being ignored? I had an early a.m. walk planned that would require me to get up at 1:30 a.m. to ready for, and thus it was my intention to get to bed early into the latter evening ─ that time was almost arrived.

And when it did, and still no one addressed me, I simply closed my bedroom door and went to bed.

I felt both snubbed and also hurt by my own stubbornness to not have taken the initiative to have made any direct enquiry myself as to what was going on, but it is how I am.

At one point the house seemed to grow entirely silent, so I deduced that maybe my wife had left to drive her oldest son to the rather distant airport (YVR).

Ultimately I was to drift in and out of sleep, as is my custom. And for a change, I never felt the need to make a check of the time ─ my 1:30 a.m. alarm actually roused me.

Alas, my younger brother was still up (he had not yet been hoe before I went to bed). I could see him downstairs in the living room, apparently passed out in his chair in front of the running T.V. At least if he remained unconscious, once I was ready to go I could just slip away undetected.

My wife's bedroom door was pulled tight, so she had gone to bed.

An online temperature check revealed the claim for hereabouts to be 2.8° Celsius (37.04° F.) ─ I would be wearing my warm bomber-style jacket. It provides warmth even with its liner removed ─ I save the liner for much colder weather.

I think that fully clothed, I weighed as much as 192 pounds.

Unfortunately, as my departure was approaching, I heard my brother crack open another can of beer ─ I was not going to be able to take advantage of his unconsciousness. But then I heard him coming upstairs to use the bathroom!

My bedroom door had been closed. When I heard him go into his bedroom to use his ensuite shower / toilet, I made my break ─ I hustled down the stairs and was outside, locking the front door quickly behind me.

It was 1:52 a.m., and definitely chilly. The night sky was clear and had an essentially full moon.

One good thing about cold nights like this one is that most street people are not out there wandering around or simply loitering ─ they have taken shelter if they have someplace.

At the elementary school playground three or four blocks from here when I would be having a half dozen sets of pull-ups and chin-ups, I was able to wipe the condensation from two jungle gym monkey bars that I would be using, for I had brought a bandana for that purpose to spare having to use my gloves.

Holding the final pull-up for a 15-count at its highest elevation did rather text my hands ─ that metal was cold. Since at this much fully clothed bodyweight my token repetitions in those sets was minimal ─ three reps in the first set, and two in each of the remaining five sets ─ I don't have to hold onto the metal for too long.

And since the 10 slow full-range push-ups that I finish with in a declined position on a cement ramp are done wearing my gloves, I am protected from the cold there.

There was only one incident about my walk worth mentioning, and it did cost me some time.

After I had left 148th Street and was walking 96th Avenue, destined for Green Timbers Way (Google Map), I was most of the way to Green Timbers Way when I heard voices ahead of me.

This is a forested walk along 96th Avenue ─ there are no structures anywhere along that stretch. I had been carrying my Titan baton flashlight stun gun, but I had not turned it on. The voices were as yet unaware of me, so I lit off across 96th Avenue to take the far side of the avenue ─ in fact, I decided that I would even step into the forest until the people had progressed past where I would have been over on their walkway.

Note that 96th Avenue is wide, and benefits from a treed median. Also, the sidewalk exists only on the side I had been walking ─ there is no sidewalk on the side I had come to.

So as I was just about to step into the edge of the forest, I noticed that the band of people were not actually coming in my direction ─ they, too, were headed for Green Timbers Way. I had been travelling so much quicker than them that I had nearly overtaken them before finally hearing them.

And as I was to discern a while later, there were at least six of them ─ some females in the mix. Someone even had a music system playing, but lower than the voices generally were.

So I returned to the walkway and slowly kept pace. I had to maintain that slow pace along Green Timber Way (Google Map) for approximately half its length ─ I would then be turning left from it by the Surrey Nature Centre and following an unlit walkway that would afford me access to Fraser Highway just by the creek you can see on the Google Map, quite near to the highway's intersection with 140th Street.

My route thereafter would be Fraser Highway and then across King George Boulevard where Fraser Highway becomes 98th Avenue.

I have no idea where that group of six people had come from at that time of night, nor where they were bound. They seemed likely to be quite young; and one person appeared small enough to have been a youth, but maybe it was only a tiny woman.

Due to lost time, I believe that it was 3:54 a.m. by the time I was back home. I was two minutes over two hours.

I never go immediately back to bed, and so it may have been just about 5 a.m. when I heard what I perceived to be my youngest stepson moving about downstairs, up from bed ─ the house had been in darkness. He soon came upstairs to use the bathroom.

He then addressed me ─ to my surprise, it was my eldest stepson, who was not away to YVR as I had been guiltily believing. Throughout my walk, that guilt had gnawed at me ─ that I had been too stubborn to engage the boys in order to bid him a heartfelt farewell the evening before.

As he now stood at my bedroom doorway, he let me know that he was up because he was leaving very soon for YVR. His flight to Thailand was scheduled for something like 9 a.m.

So I got to share an embrace and hug with the muscular lad after all.

Our conversation roused his mother, and she emerged from her bedroom. And of course, the younger lad (25 years old) was indeed getting up from his bed downstairs ─ he would be going to the airport with his brother, driving his older brother's car and obviously bringing it back here.

Provided that the older boy made his flight, everything turned out very well after all. I had no cause to be feeling like a louse.

Still, my wife seemed to have barely anything to say to me. After the two boys left, she returned to her bedroom without a word. And I was back in my own bed ─ maybe around 5:45 a.m.

If I am remembering right, it was 9:27 a.m. when I later checked the time and rose for the morning. By this time the Sabbath fast I began ahead of nightfall yesterday was manifesting ─ I so yearned for a big mug of my sustaining hot coffee / cocoa blend that I sweeten with honey, demerara brown sugar, and blackstrap molasses. I cream it with liquid whipping cream.

But none of that for me this morning! Not even a black coffee ─ I take nothing but water.

I have felt weak and listless this entire sunny day.

Some time was passed in the latter morning watching some T.V. with my brother after he invited me to put our Android TV Box to use. Meantime, my wife rose and readied for a full day of work at the Thai restaurant where she has part-time employment. She left shortly after 10 a.m. on her fairly long drive ─ a "Bye" from her to my brother and I was the extent of conversation I had with her.

I don't know what is going on with the woman. All it does is make me give her the silent treatment in turn.

At least last evening I saw online that my monthly pension had been directly deposited into our joint chequing account, so I transferred it out into my private account to remove any risk that she would suffer a casino relapse and gamble away a huge portion of it.

Anyway, the first video that I tuned in for my brother and I was 15 minutes in duration, and had been uploaded yesterday to YouTube's Hibbeler Productions channel: Maui in 15 (2023).

We all know these "wildfires" were not natural, please SHARE so the rest of the world can understand the same. May God bless those suffering and may God strike down those responsible!

To download this and other films/documentaries & to support Hibbeler Productions, please visit : https://hibbelerproductions.com

There was to be only one further video. It was also on YouTube, exceeded 1¼ hours (1:19:34), and had been uploaded to the Analyze & Optimize channel on September 2: The Disturbing Truth Behind Birth Control.

From its entanglements with eugenics and powerful societal movements like population control to the influence of elite figures – this video sheds light on the disturbing origins and deleterious effects of one of modern medicine's most common prescriptions. Dive deeper and uncover the lies and deceit behind the narratives that these drugs "just prevent ovulation by mimicking hormones."

I had enormous difficulty focusing ─ probably due to my Sabbath fast and absence of craved caffeine.

My brother soon seemed to lose interest, but that may only have been because he was also hungry, and got busy remedying that by cooking himself up some breakfast that he then ate. Afterwards, I heard him on his cellphone; and then before quite noon and ere the video was yet done, he headed on upstairs to his bedroom for some bed rest.

I watched the video to its conclusion, and then was soon in my bed in pursuit of both a nap and some reduction of time having to consciously endure this fast. 

I might have just managed to exceed two hours in bed. My brother had of course long since left for the day to socialize.

I gave myself a naked weigh-in a little after 3 p.m. ─ possibly I was as light as 178 pounds. In other words, 14 pounds lighter than when I left on my nighttime walk.

After sunset was behind, I decided I had time to catch a Christmas movie with which to sup and have a couple cans of strong (8% alcohol) Cariboo malt, so I put our Android TV Box into action and ─ searching with the Cinema HD app that I have downloaded in the device ─ I tuned in 2016's A Christmas to Remember.

I was delighted that it featured Mira Sorvino in the lead role. I have been a fan since some unremembered movie of hers that I saw in which I was blown away by the muscular fulness of her calves.

This movie started off with her character looking like nobody I would care to know, but she certainly turned the tide.

One of three child actors who became quite integral in the movie was Elle McKinnon ─ her character wore big eyeglasses and was something of a bookworm, but I was sure that the 10-year-old would be quite a beauty as she matured.

I would definitely watch A Christmas to Remember this Christmastime with good company ─ yes, I liked it!

If you are curious about it and have a good ad blocker on your browser, three current sources are Soap2day, or OK.ru, or WatchSeries.

I crammed away a lot of grub for my supper, but there was a large liquid volume to it ─ the meal oughtn't to lay heavily once the fluids are extracted and then passed.

My brother showed up around 8:40 p.m. after I was done with the movie, so I vacated the T.V. and the living room and came upstairs to secure myself behind my closed bedroom door. I intend some early morning grocery shopping tomorrow, but do not intend to rise before 4 a.m. Even so, I do still need to get to bed reasonably early.

However, if I have to retire too very early, I may not manage to lay abed that long. As well, I know that I will be urinating as my meal breaks down ─ there were those two cans of malt, as well.

My youngest stepson went out quite early into the movie ─ I have no idea if his mother will be home later once she is done working. She may just go in to Vancouver and wherever it is that she stays there most of her weekends.

If she does come home and her youngest son is still out, then she will have just my brother to greet ─ unless he becomes solidly unconscious by then. Whatever ─ I will have gone to bed.

That's enough talk for this post.

Corruption Exposed

Once again I was to rise ahead of my 1:30 a.m. cellphone alarm, despite not leaving myself even a full four hours of bed time before it was to have chimed. I blame the two cans of strong (8% alcohol) Cariboo malt that I drank immediately following last evening's supper.

This is punishing ─ I require better sleep than I am getting. As it is, I usually have three bedtimes in each 24-hour period if I have an early a.m. walk scheduled. I try to give myself a stretch of four hours in the first; then the second is usually around 5:30 - 6 a.m., and can stretch for as many as three or four hours. And of course, I almost always have a vital early afternoon nap that generally adds over an hour more of time abed ─ sometimes even two hours or more.

I also find it annoying to rise for that early a.m. walk and find one or both of my stepsons still up. The younger one usually remains out of sight in the lads' den area where he has his bedroom, but he is a threat to taking a damned shower at that point ─ just when I am in most need of relief.

As for the older lad, he will sit up at the dining table watching videos on his laptop. The dining area is also out of sight, but I hate having to sneak downstairs to leave unnoticed. The advent of these walks is not something I care to have to share.

When I checked for the online claim of temperature hereabouts, the reading I found was 3.9° Celsius (39.02° F.); but once I was outside, it seemed decidedly colder than the previous night's claim of 3.3° Celsius. I realize that the readings are mere estimates ─ I may start dispensing with these checks.

It was my eldest stepson who was up last night ─ again. I think that this was the third consecutive night. Since his younger brother was not installed in the bathroom, I had ready access to it. Initially, I thought that it was lightly raining outside, for I could hear dripping.

Afterwards I became suspicious, for it ought not to be raining if it is that cold. As is so often the case with the 25-year-old, he had failed to entirely close the hot water tap when he apparently took his shower earlier. It was its dripping that I had been hearing.

By the time I was set to leave, my weight fully clothed was about 192 pounds. It was 1:52 a.m. once I was outside the locked front door and heading along the driveway.

When I got to the elementary school playground three or four blocks away where I intended a half dozen sets of token pull-ups and chin-ups, the equipment had condensation despite the chill ─ the sawdust of that playground was quite crunchy with some frost, possibly more so than it had been the night before.

This time, though, an almost full moon in a clear sky showed the sawdust to be sparkling with the frost.

As for the walk itself, the only notable occurrence was that just as I was proceeding up the unlit Quibble Creek Greenway from Fraser Highway (Google Map) on my way to 100th Avenue, I noticed a flashlight moving all about in the upper reaches of the Greenway, so I backed off and had to access 100th Avenue from 140th Street.

Honestly, I thought I was keeping an excellent pace on my walk, but by the time I was back home it was 3:51 a.m. ─ I was only a lousy minute under two hours. The previous night I believe that I was six minutes under, and I was then wearing my inferior no-name AliExpress hikers that actually inhibit hiking.

My eldest stepson was still up, but he soon enough thereafter took a shower and finally went to bed. I am unsure, but my own return to bed may have actually preceded 5 a.m. Yet despite that, it was almost 9:10 a.m. when I later checked the time and rose, correctly believing my younger brother was by then watching T.V. and wondering when I would be joining him and putting our Android TV Box to work.

The first video I was to tune in had been added yesterday to Rumble's A Warrior Calls channel: Canada Inc. Corruption Exposed for the World To See.

It was the usual from Christopher James Pritchard.The second video was to be the last ─ it was also an addition yesterday, this time to Rumble's Vaccine Safety Research Foundation channel: VSRF Live #100: Pfizer Vaccine Adulteration, A Time to Sue?

A special 100th episode of VSRF LIVE. Following the groundbreaking news that the Covid-19 “vaccines” were adulterated with plasmid bioactive containment sequences (SV40) which was not disclosed to regulatory agencies, does this vitiate the immunity Pfizer received under the PREP Act?

Steve Kirsch will discuss this with leading attorneys in the Covid Litigation space, Tricia Lindsay and Jeff Childers.

I have no idea who Tricia Lindsay is, so the fact that she was a no-show had little effect upon me. But what if I did know of her, and was anticipating seeing her?

Why is it beyond whomever is responsible for supplying the VSRF video descriptions to amend one if a guest does not actually appear in the video? Is that truly too much to expect?

The video topped 1½ hours (1:36:11), but my brother never saw it through. He left here ahead of 11:45 a.m. to already begin his daily socializing ─ a frequent Friday tryst for pool games with someone named Ross, if I am remembering correctly.

It was not too very long after 1 p.m. this sunny day that I was to bed for my early afternoon nap.

I was to later both have a can of Cariboo malt and then my supper especially early, while watching an episode of FBI: Most Wanted ─ this one was season three's episode 20 ("Greatest Hits"). As of sunset, I began my Sabbath fast.

Nevertheless, I still intend to get up at 1:30 a.m. to commence readying for another five-mile+ walk.

My wife never came home following her evening yesterday working at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time. I have no idea if she worked today, nor if she is to work tomorrow.

My eldest stepson has been fussing about this evening in the lads' den area, and I noticed him packing a suitcase. I never intruded. I do know that at some point ─ I know not the date ─ he is to be leaving on a flight to Thailand.

Is it possible that he has a flight late tonight? If so, I am surprised that his mother has not come home to see him off. But then if she is working, and his flight is exceptionally late ─ as in well into the a.m. overnight ─ she could still show up following work.

No one said aught to me, so I am remaining uninvolved. I may even be to bed by 9 p.m. at latest.

We shall see. 

(Well, she showed up at 8:32 p.m. ─ but I still know nothing.)

Stories You Were Never Told

It seems to me that I was up about 10 minutes ahead of my 1:30 a.m. cellphone alarm last night, only to find that my youngest stepson had assumed occupation of the bathroom and was going to shower. His older brother was still up downstairs, and was still up when I had returned from my five-mile+ walk.

Before I left home, though, my online temperature check for hereabouts netted the claim of 3.3° Celsius (37.94° F.) ─ definitely I would be wearing a sweatshirt beneath my heavy denim jacket. My overall bodyweight was thus just edging over 190 pounds.

I managed to be on my way at 1:58 a.m., finding it definitely cool, but at least it was dry. The sky was littered with light and wispy cloud, and a mostly full moon had worked its way over half of its sky transit.

At the elementary school playground three or four blocks from here, I wore my gloves to handle the condensation-covered metal jungle gym monkey bar I would be using for four token sets of pull-ups and chin-ups; the final two sets of pull-ups performed between two gymnastics-style plastic-coated rings were not as wet, so I used bare hands, and held the final pull-up for a 15-count at highest elevation.

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

There was not anything of note about the walk, except that my damp gloves were proving troublesome into the latter half of my walk anytime I elected to carry my Titan baton flashlight stun gun ─ the night was only growing colder, and that Titan's cold metal was very apparent through the damp gloves.

I normally carry it in a gym-style bag so as not to attract notice to it; but when I have to walk through unlit areas, I will carry it just in case I feel I have potential need of its protection or find it necessary to use the light.

If I am remembering right, I was back home at 3:51 a.m., so I had made darned good time.

I didn't look at the time when I later returned to bed, but I hope that it was not past 5:30 a.m. Even so, I never later checked the time until 9:20 a.m. ─ my younger brother was undoubtedly wondering when I was going to come downstairs and join him so that I could put our Android TV Box to work and spare him trying to find anything of interest via our basic cable package.

The first video I used it to tune in was 1½ hours (1:29:13), and I located the video at a website called FreedomFlicks.com: The Unseen Crisis: Vaccine Stories You Were Never Told | Documentary.

It also seems to be available at 153News.net.

The next video I tuned in was our last ─ an hour long (58:54), it had been added to BitChute's Adaneth channel back on July 4, 2019: Rise of the Clans | The Bruce Supremacy (Episode 1).

History Documentary hosted by Neil Oliver, BBC Scotland 2018.

Neil Oliver travels back in time to reveal the story of Scotland's ancient clans. A blood-soaked saga of battles and feuds, loyalty and betrayal, love and death set against the country's wild mountains and glens.

Episode 1: Neil follows the clans as they rallied behind Robert the Bruce in his against-all-odds bid to win Scotland's crown. After their crucial role in crushing the English at Bannockburn in 1314, Bruce rewarded the loyal chiefs with land and titles. They rise to shape the fate of the kingdom in the centuries to come.

My brother made as if to get some bed rest before leaving for the sunny day to socialize, but apparently he decided to forego any and just got himself prepared and left.

My wife had been up since well into the latter morning, and was to have to work late in the afternoon at the Thai restaurant where she has part-time employment. I believe that the restaurant closes daily from 3 - 4:30 p.m., so she was to report in for that 4:30 p.m. opening ─ she has a fair drive to get to the restaurant, therefore it may have been as early as 3 p.m. when she left.

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I took a break from this post to watch a 2016 Christmas movie while having some supper and downing two cans of strong (8% alcohol) malt. I barely resisted adding spiced rum into my diet after the final malt ─ the movie had me transfixed.

The last half of the movie left my cheeks perpetually wet with tears, and my nose constantly snuffling ─ this proved to be my kind of Christmas movie. I hope that I can manage to find occasion to watch it again this coming Christmas season with at least my brother.

The movie was A Heavenly Christmas.

For a source, I used the Cinema HD app that I have downloaded into our Android TV Box. However, the movie is available online if you are interested, and have a decent ad blocker on your browser. Three sample websites are Soap2day, or MoviesJoy, or SFlix.

Lead actress Kristin Davis sure won me over. I don't recognize her from any of her listed acting credits, but I have surely seen her before. Of course, lead actor Eric McCormack is very recognizable.

As for child actress Jaeda Lily Miller, I recognized her, but could not place her into anything that came to mind. Nevertheless, her character was lovable, just as I know that whatever character she played previously was.

I have to get up at 1:30 a.m. overnight for another of my walks, and it is already well beyond 9 p.m., so I must take my leave right here.

💀☠💀☠💀☠ Going Out with a Bang

If I am remembering accurately, I was allowing myself just barely under four hours of time in bed last night before my set cellphone alarm was to chime at 1:30 a.m. to get me up to ready for another five-mile+ walk.

I was feeling somewhat desperate to garner that time in bed.

Well, imagine my self-outrage when after some sleep I was awake enough to check the time, feeling some need for a trip to the toilet ─ wondering if it was yet near enough to 1:30 a.m., I looked and found that it was only 11:10 p.m.

How the Hell is such nonsense possible? Why does my stupid body constantly betray me in every way possible?

Sure, eventually I did manage some further sleep, but it is likely that I rose ahead of my alarm ─ I forget now.

An online check of the claimed temperature hereabouts yielded a reading of 5.6° Celsius (42.08° F.) ─ I would definitely be wearing a sweatshirt under my heavy denim jacket. By the time I was all dressed to go, I may have weighed just an edge over 190 pounds.

I was to find everything still very wet outside from plenteous rain over yesterday; and betimes it was very gusty. Sometimes it would spit rain, but never enough to get me damp.

At the elementary school playground three or four blocks from here where I had a half dozen sets of pull-ups and chin-ups, I dispensed with the concluding set of 10 slow full-range push-ups in a declined posture on a cement ramp because, frankly, it gets me too wet. I lower myself until I can just feel my thighs and torso lightly touch the concrete before I push back up to an elbows-locked pose. Also, my gloves soak up water from the cement ─ more than what they get from gripping wet metal bars for pull-ups and chin-ups.

I only had one encounter I could have done without over the course of my walk. It happened when I was shortcutting past the Surrey Taxation Centre on my way to King George Boulevard (Google Map). Along a walkway beside the 'lower' side of the building I was to see someone coming in my direction from the far end of the walkway.

This guy was hustling along, bearing a fairly large cube-shaped cardboard box containing some sort of appliance or electronic device. He was hooded, and seemed to have on a black leather coat or jacket.

I expected that he would pass me by, but as he neared I realized that he was meandering wildly along the walkway, and he was basically dragging or shuffling his feet with every short, rapid step he took.

He had the locomotion of someone strung out on crack or some similar substance.

When we coincided (he was somewhat shorter than I), he asked in a sort of exhausted type of voice that was only barely audible, was he going the correct way to get to the SkyTrain? Note that he seemed unable to look directly at my face ─ his own face seemed mostly directed at the ground.

Well, if you compare our location on that last map to the marker on this one that identifies the location of the last SkyTrain station (King George Station) here in Surrey, you will see that it is a couple or so further blocks 'up' King George Boulevard.

This clown had just come from King George Boulevard ─ why on Earth was he now cutting through somewhere that was clearly no longer a roadway?

So I told him that he was headed the wrong direction. He had to return to the highway.

He mumbled something, and then turned about with the clear intention of walking with me to that highway. It then became more apparent to me that the guy might be a 'crackhead' ─ he maintained that very same foot-dragging shuffle that gave an outward semblance of an urgent pace, but I was only walking yet had to slow right down so that this character could keep up with me.

This was annoying ─ I am not on these walks to waste time. I determined that once at the highway, I would point him to where he needed to go, and I would proceed directly across the highway to a short street and make as if that was my destination.

I was actually going to be turning up Fraser Highway, but I had no desire to lose the amount of time that would be the case by having to dawdle along with this slow shuffler. Besides, a short distance up that street across the way is another very short lane that runs almost to Fraser Highway ─ the lane ends at a set of cement steps leading down to it.

I had to get away from this slow-poking guy who kept trying to talk, but would not speak up ─ I often understood nothing. I did hear him claim that his wallet and all of his I.D. had been stolen. Did he even have any money?

My take is that this fellow was not going to use the SkyTrain ─ it had quit running by this time, but he seemed to understand that. He spoke of "a night bus" and a bus exchange. Nevertheless, I believed that once this guy parked himself somewhere to rest, he would begin to lose what little awareness he seemed to possess and the result would be that his large boxed appliance or electronic device would part company with him.

I did feel bad for him, but he put himself into this fix. I'm 74 years old ─ I am not about to be serving as babysitter for some guy half my age who is wasted on drugs or booze or both.

Anyway, apart from that encounter, the only other notable mention was having a raccoon sighting a short distance ahead of me ─ this was over an hour later. I was then walking the Fraser Highway, and it crossed from the side opposite me to my side of the highway. But by the time I reached where it had disappeared, there was still no sign of it.

I might have glimpsed a raccoon much earlier, as well.

I had left home at 1:54 a.m., and was back at 3:46 a.m.

My wife had apparently come home at some point following her long day working at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time ─ her bedroom door was pulled closed, but had not been earlier. Both she and her eldest son drive grey cars; there was only one in the driveway, but I never took notice of whose it was.

Normally I try to be back in bed by 5:30 a.m., but dissolution kept me up until virtually 7 a.m.

Despite that, I still managed to rouse around 8:30 a.m. and rose, for my younger brother was by then watching T.V. downstairs. I joined him just after 9 a.m., and was soon invited to put our Android TV Box into action.

The video I settled upon has numerous sources, so I selected one on Rumble. Since I now have no idea which source that was, I will arbitrarily select one to link to, but title it differently: CovidLand: Part 1 ─ The Lockdown.

The first episode of Covidland, The Lockdown, exposes the fraud behind the COVID numbers and explores the economic repercussions and human cost of lockdowns that will echo for generations.

It ran for nearly 1¾ hours.

All we had time for thereafter was an episode of The Last O.G. ─ this one was season three's episode four ("They Reminisce Over You").

There was a scene where the main character had to kiss a homeless woman played by Deborah Offner before she would turn over a pair of Air Jordan basketball shoes to him. By my estimation, she would really have been the loser in that kiss ─ actor Tracy Morgan ain't no hot prize!

Well, my wife has had the day off work, and has remained home. Fortunately, she did not emerge from her bedroom until after I had gone back to bed for my early afternoon nap this surprisingly sunny day.

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My wife certainly prepared a grand supper! With the leftovers that she brought home from the restaurant last night, I will not be braving my own fare for at least a couple of days.

Anyway, after eating while watching some T.V., I indulged in two cans of strong (8% alcohol) malt. The entertainment included an episode of FBI ─ this one was season five's episode 15 ("The Lies We Tell"). And Cybill was the finale episode ("Going Out with a Bang") of season two.

I have to admit that even though Christine Baranski back then does not have the same stimulus for me that she did back in 1996, she was undeniably a hot ol' gal for someone aged 44 (as of May 2, 1996). 

I was 46 ─ I turned 47 in October, 1996.

I plan to get up overnight at 1:30 a.m. to ready for another of my five-mile+ walks, so I must get to bed ─ it is already just after 9:40 p.m.

Ties That Bind

Following a day of barely using my left hand for typing, I am finding an almost miraculous improvement in the wrist pain I have written about in my previous two posts. However, when I left home last night at maybe 1:58 a.m. and stopped at the elementary school playground three or four blocks from here for some token exercising, my wrist was still far too painful for any decline push-ups. Nevertheless, this latter afternoon, I was able to do them flat on the floor without undue distress.

As reported yesterday, pull-ups are no problem, and even chin-ups only begin to cause some pain if I seek to elevate excessively high, or if I accentuate the hang after slowly lowering myself. I have to be cautious not to stretch my wrist.

I had risen shortly after 1 a.m., finding myself so awake that it would have been a waste of my available time to remain lying in bed merely awaiting the chime of my cellphone's 1:30 a.m. alarm.

It was surprising to read the online claim that the temperature hereabouts was merely 6.8° Celsius (44.24° F.) ─ that merited wearing a sweatshirt beneath my heavy denim jacket. Note that the jacket is not lined ─ it is simply a heavyweight denim.

I had weighed barely under 190 pounds fully clothed in it and my footwear.

This hike was also an errand ─ I was to withdraw $200 that I had promised my wife. Never certain what to expect around the ATM a mile or so from here over at the Coast Capital Savings Credit Union headquarters building immediately next to the King George SkyTrain Station, I decided to swing by the area on the outward part of my walk first. If there was activity around it, then I would just keep going and still be able to detour a little from my usual return route and make a second stab at having secure access for the withdrawal.

I did meet with a delay upon first achieving King George Boulevard ─ immediately across the highway where I meant to go was an apparent indigent trekking along the highway in the same direction I needed to take. Since I am not out at that time of night to meet people nor to give away my money, I had to basically mirror this guy's slower pace while remaining on the 'wrong' side of the highway.

He was so much slower that at one point I had to wait out of view for him to get abreast of me and then advance ahead of me, but he obligingly kept walking past the ATM and no one else was in view. I hustled across the highway and got the withdrawal done.

There would be no need to come by this area on the return leg of my walk.

The night was still and dry. I had actually left home at 1:54 a.m., but as I began walking down our driveway it dawned upon me that I had neglected to bring along my plastic orange-lensed Honeywell UVEX blue light-blocking safety eyewear.

So I likely lost a couple of minutes by having to unlock the front door and go upstairs to my bedroom for the eyewear that are not quite goggles. When weather conditions are right ─ no precipitation nor even lense-fogging humidity ─ these glasses do a superb job of cutting the blinding glare of headlights and even street and traffic lights. I find that in the night, even an array of green traffic lights at an otherwise dark intersection are quite blinding ─ more so than the red lights.

I never realized that before. I had just assumed that the green lights were more benign, but it is not so.

Anyway, there was nothing else of note concerning the walk, apart from finding a perfectly good women's or girls' umbrella all folded up and lying in a street. As yet no errant vehicles had run over and damaged it, so I picked it up and eventually brought it home.

By the way, on my walk this past Sunday evening while I was walking Green Timbers Way (Google Map), just ahead of me from the ground to the side of the sidewalk I was on, I caught notice of rather wide grey wings rising up and into the dark underside of some trees I was just about to have to walk under.

I figured that it had to be a barred owl. I was a little uneasy about having my shaven scalp on full display if it was going to be sitting unseen on some darkened branch just above me; but if it was there, it was not some maladjusted basket-case intent on aggression.

I was back home at 3:57 a.m., so I made decent time. My eldest stepson had a 6 a.m. 12-hour day shift, so he rose within an hour, but I secluded myself behind my closed bedroom door. I never did take notice of when I returned to bed ─ the target tends to be no later than 5:30 a.m., but I cannot say how I fared therewith.

I left the money for my wife beneath her bedroom door so that she would find it straight off.

My morning commenced ahead of 8:30 a.m., by which time my younger brother had been watching T.V. for some while.

After I joined him a little past 9 a.m. and he turned the T.V. over to me so that I could put our Android TV Box to work, I led us off with a 1½-hour video streamed to Rumble's Brave TV channel on October 18: Brave TV - Oct 18, 2023 - Susan G. Komen and the Trillion Dollar Breast Cancer FRAUD!

I never before tuned in anything on that channel, but I have no intention of giving it a shot again. The host only seemed to care about catering to his tardy live viewers, and farted around minute after interminable minute in order to allow them to straggle in.

He was also too indirect and meandering with his monologue. It was bad enough to begin with that he did not even make an appearance until after 4¾ minutes into the video to get things going ─ he still dragged things along for the sake of his tardy live viewers who could not show up on time.

So after at least 10 minutes into the video, we gave up on the guy. He was going nowhere at all fast ─ no wonder the video was listed as running just over 1½ hours.

As I said, I don't see us paying a return visit ─ we just don't like the young guy's style.

Next I tuned in a 12½-minute (12:32) video at YouTube's Academy of Ideas channel: Why are People so Obedient? - Compliance and Tyranny.

It had been uploaded back on September 13 and seemed very familiar to me, but my brother said nothing, so we watched it through. Maybe I watched it on my own at some point? Whatever the case, I decided to post it to Facebook early this evening.

The third video I tuned in was 35 minutes (35:38) and had been added yesterday to AKStraightSpeaks channel: What is Health Canada Doing to Natural Products? with Shawn Buckley.

According to revised Health Canada regulations, drugs and prescriptions get a green light while natural health care products face an uphill for consumers to access. Constitutional Lawyer and NHPPA President, Shawn Buckley.
https://nhppa.org/

I am going to post this one to Facebook a little later this evening.

The fourth video I subjected us to was 44 minutes (44:15) and had been added to Rumble's WTFLouie channel two days ago: Q - THE PLAN TO SAVE MANKIND and the WORLD Joe M. Compilation #NCSWIC.

Refer to it if you want to see the description ─ it is far too involved for me to care to reproduce it here. All I will say is that it seemed to be maybe seven different associated videos strung together, possibly chronologically.

I am not into QAnon, and I am not even entirely sure that this video was compiled as a tribute ─ it could easily serve as a sort of satire because nothing that was promised concerning Donald Trump has yet come true.

We finished our viewing with an episode of the British sitcom W1A ─ unless I have lost track, we are now beginning its season or series three, for this was the premiere episode.

Thereafter it was time for some brief bed rest by my brother, and then he left for the day. I failed to seek my early afternoon nap until just after 2 p.m., and that set me back ─ I did not rise until after 4 p.m.

We have had considerable rain today ─ at times quite hard. I would not have wanted to be venturing out on one of my walks! But now shortly after 7 p.m., it sounds to have ceased ─ or at least it is not hard.

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Well, 9 p.m. is now newly passed. I was wrong about the rain ─ I went outside very soon after the post break and found it seriously raining, and darned chilly.

I intend to be getting up tonight at 1:30 a.m. to ready for another walk, so I have some concerns.

Anyway, I took the break to have a can of strong (8% alcohol) malt and some supper while watching an episode of Castle Rock ─ season two's episode three ("Ties That Bind").

I so very much detest the psychotic / schizophrenic young mother ─ "Annie" ─ her lying, scheming, hysteria, and paranoia are intolerable. As a nurse, why the Hell did she not invest herself in natural therapies like oodles of quality fish oil and other proven substances instead of psychotic, addictive drugs?

I have no sympathy for the idiot woman ─ it is quite difficult putting up with the season when she is supposed to be the central character whom I suppose the viewer is supposed to be rooting for.

Enough about that.

My wife had to work a full day today at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time. I was watching T.V. in the morning with my brother when she rose and readied for her day, so she and I had no discussion ─ and I will be in bed when she gets home, unless she stupidly parties and doesn't show up until well into the early a.m.

That's it for this day's post.

Bad Blood

I was not going to post today due to how sore my left wrist has become. I realized last evening that the affected area ─ the region where a pulse is detected ─ was actually swollen. And this afternoon it felt too painful to even allow of a single push-up.

The sole cause that I can imagine is trauma from excessive hard computer keyboard-pounding.

As an update of last evening I did have a five-mile+ walk with some grocery shopping once I was about a mile from home on the return. I had left here no later than 7:45 p.m., and was probably back by 10 p.m. or so.

When I returned, my younger brother was home ─ passed out in front of the T.V. Since I intended to have a couple of cans of beer and watch some T.V., my stirrings roused him and he was to remain conscious until calling T.V. a night around 1:15 a.m.

Putting our Android TV Box to work, I first tuned in an episode of The Jonathan Ross Show ─ series or season 20's episode five.

Then it was an episode of American Ninja Warrior ─ season 15's episode three (course four).

After that we just watched some MMA fights via YouTube.

I suppose that I managed to get to bed by 1:30 a.m. or soon afterwards.

This morning's T.V. with my brother ─ via our Android TV Box ─ began with Odessa Orlewicz's 38-minute video from yesterday: Part 3 With James Roguski. The WHO Is Now Conspiring To Break The Law Right In Plain Sight.

https://jamesroguski.substack.com

It was followed by just one more video ─ it was nearly two hours (1:52:09), and was added yesterday to Rumble's stkirsch channel: COVID vaccine adulteration w/Kevin McKernan, Byram Bridle, Chris Martenson, Steve Kirsch.

In this video, you'll learn for the first time why these experts believe that the vaccine IS adulterated, why they believe that the drug companies DELIBERATELY concealed the presence of the SV40 promoter sequence from the regulators, how they cleverly avoided violating the contamination specs by using two DIFFERENT measurement techniques depending on what was being measured, how Health Canada did *NOTHING* to stop the vaccines after admitting the vaccines contain an active ingredient that they were never notified existed and have no clue how damaging it is, how NO health authority in the world is even asking the drug companies any questions like "So, who removed the SV40 promoter label from the diagrams and why did they do it?"), that none of the regulators asked any questions as to "why is *THAT* in there" (the vaccine has lots of things that are in there to do medical research because it appears they used an off-the-shelf formulation used in research to rush to market faster), how the press is remaining silent, why Congress isn't asking any questions, what they think the FDA will do now, how they think Pfizer and Moderna will extricate themselves (or not), how serious the harms are, how many labs has Kevin McKernan shipped his testing kit to, what is the probability of IRREPARABLE harm, why no health authority worldwide will fund the research as to whether or not this irreparably damages your DNA, which media is covering this news, how this will end, why testing monocytes in blood is the best chance for finding a signal, and more!

The bottom line is that the drug companies are now living on borrowed time. I expect to have lab results in <30 days from now. If the data shows irreparable harm from these vaccines, it's all over. The house of cards comes tumbling down.

Stay tuned.

This one was quite an extravaganza of interest.

I must get to bed ─ it is past 9 p.m., and I want to rise at 1:30 a.m. to ready for a five-mile+ walk. I will also be withdrawing $200 to give to my wife ─ I pretty much promised that she could have the money as a result of my weakness while doing some drinking Saturday evening while being affected emotionally by a Christmas movie.

Incidentally, she surprised me by showing up this afternoon ─ around 3 p.m., I believe.

I did watch some T.V. early this evening after some of her delicious supper ─ I held myself to one can of strong (8% alcohol) malt. I managed to catch an episode of D.C.'s Legends of Tomorrow (season six's episode 10 "Bad Blood"); and Cybill (season two's episode 23 "Three Women and a Dummy").

All made possible by that Android TV Box, naturally.

UnMasked

My actual bedtime last evening escapes me, but I am fairly confident that it preceded 11 p.m. My cellphone alarm was set for 4 a.m. to try and give me sufficient preparatory time so that I might finally succeed in getting away by 5:45 a.m. on a grocery shopping hike to Real Canadian Superstore, a round trip hike of 5.625 miles ─ the store opens at 7 a.m.

I hoped to leave that much ahead of 6 a.m. so that I could have a regular exercise session at the elementary school playground three of four blocks from here.

My youngest stepson was evidently still up, but he did soon enough retire and was no interference.

However, I failed to get away as early as planned ─ I barely got on my way ahead of 6 a.m. That meant that I was only going to take the time for one set of pull-ups, one set of chin-ups, and one set of pull-ups between two gymnastics-style rings. Everything was wet with prior rain and condensation, so I used gloves, and thus only had a token session.

Note that the sore left wrist I wrote about yesterday ─ the area exclusive to where one would take one's pulse ─ is as bloody painful as if it had been somehow sprained. But only there ─ the rest of my wrist is as normal as ever it was.

I find that pull-ups and chin-ups are not troublesome, but push-ups are. This afternoon I attempted some out on the wooden floor of our backyard tool shed, and to even manage just five I had to put most of my weight onto my right hand. I had to stop at five push-ups because the pain had successively worsened with each push-up to alarming proportions ─ I dared not assault my wrist with any more strain.

So what in blazes has brought this on? It makes no damned sense, and I am distinctly pissed off. I am now 74 years old, and seem to be breaking down in steady, constant increments to an irrecoverable level.

I prefer death over submission ─ I will not 'take it easy'.

Anyway, I made it to the store just ahead of its opening, and due to how heavily overcast the sky was, it was still just about as dark as when I left home ─ I love this!

I did not have too much of a load to tote home in each hand, but doing so does not affect my very sore wrist.

I arrived back here to find my younger brother to be up for the morning, and reading through the Sunday morning edition of The Province that I subscribe to.

I was never to get any bed rest following that walk ─ and I had actually risen a little ahead of 4 a.m.

Shortly after I heard him graduate to the T.V., I got around to joining him, and when he invited me to put our Android TV Box to work, I led us off with the remaining 45 or so minutes of the two-hour (2:06:57) documentary we had to cancel out of early in the noon hour yesterday: 2030 UnMasked - For those Preparing for what's Coming After Covid-19.

A Documentary revealing the connection between Covid-19 >> Vaccines >> Masks >> The Banking System and The Great Reset.

2030unmasked.com

Source Links, Download Links, Covid Treatment, Vaccine mandate legal suggestions and more can be found at 2030unMasked.com

The documentary was posted to Rumble back on August 24, 2021; and excellent though the documentary is, the website listed in that description is no longer online so I did not link to it.

Next I tuned in a half hour (29:22) YouTube video added two days ago to the Andrew Bridgen MP channel: Adjournment Debate on Trends in Excess Deaths.

The first Debate on excess deaths anywhere in the world. This was the first time, a government minister anywhere in the world answered concerns about the global problem of excess deaths

This is Andrew's Twitter account.

We finished our viewing with a one-hour (1:03:22) video added three days ago to Rumble's TheWarAgainstYou channel: Proof Israel Staged This War. Stop World Control - Zionist World Order. A Documentary.

THE MYSTERY OF ISRAEL -SOLVED. MUST SEE (DOCUMENTARY EXPOSING NETANYAHU'S SATANIC ISRAEL)
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This film exposes something so nefarious, so evil, so mind-blowing that many will find it hard to believe. Yet it is true. The shocking secrets unveiled by this incredible documentary will shine a blazing light on those who have always been hiding behind the state of Israel. This film can deliver a fatal blow to the satanic elites, who want to establish a world government to enslave all of humanity.
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Please visit the movie maker's website - David Sorensen
https://stopworldcontrol.com/israel/
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DOWNLOAD AND SPREAD THIS EVERYWHERE FOLKS !!
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FAIR USE FOR EDUCATIONAL PURPOSES
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Mirrored From:
https://www.bitchute.com/channel/armed-patriot/

It was definitely interesting, if not wholly convincing where I am concerned. Nonetheless, I will not dismiss wholesale that which contradicts my own long-held beliefs ─ some stretching back to the 1960s.

My brother sought some bed rest following the video. I was engaged in having my day's first meal when he emerged from his bedroom and left for the day to socialize.

I am unsure if I got to bed for my nap ahead of 1 p.m. ─ I somewhat doubt it. But certainly I must have done so before 1:30 p.m.

When I later became conscious following some deep sleep, I was of the belief that I was in bed for the night, and so I sought a change of position to best encourage further sleep. But then I became confused concerning events that I could recollect ─ all seemed out of order.

For example, I could remember shopping at Real Canadian Superstore ... but I planned on a five-mile+ evening walk that would have me do a little further shopping today at Save-On-Foods, and I could remember nothing of the venture.

Nor could I recall thereafter watching some late-evening T.V. via our Android TV Box with my brother while enjoying some beer.

And so I lifted my bandana blindfold and was somewhat perplexed to see that it was daylight outside.

It was then that reality ordered itself and I knew what had happened.

So yes, I still do plan to have that walk. It is already well past 7 p.m., so I am going to bring this post to a close and begin readying ─ I love having such early darkness!

The day has been solidly overcast, by the way.