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.)