Do Not Comply

Finding myself awake enough to be curious about the time last night (my cellphone alarm was set for 1:30 a.m.), I took a peek and discovered it to be 1:29 a.m. And even though I managed to slide the alarm indicator to its off position, just as I succeeded, it chimed anyway ─ I found this to be most irritating.

My usual online check of the temperature hereabouts fetched a claim of 12.2° Celsius (53.96° F.), but I was going to wear a heavy denim jacket regardless. And in it, I think that I weighed around 190 pounds fully clothed.

It was 1:56 a.m. when I set off, probably managing to get away unnoticed by my eldest stepson who was apparently downstairs at the dining table watching videos on his laptop.

Everything was still quite wet from previous rain, so the sky was overcast, and there was a very light fog. All was still.

I only bothered having a token performance of pull-ups and chin-ups when I stopped at the elementary school playground three or four blocks from here; and I held the final pull-up at highest elevation for a 15-count. As well, I performed 10 slow full-range push-ups in a declined position on a cement ramp.

It was my intention to see if the option would be offered to me at my debit card's ATM of making a withdrawal from my wife's chequing account, for even though hers is part of our joint accounts, I can only ever recall seeing two choices presented for a withdrawal ─ that of a withdrawal from chequing or savings. And whenever I select chequing, the withdrawal just commences without any choice of which chequing account.

The ATM is approximately a mile from here ─ and there are actually two of them, each essentially 'kitty-corner' or diagonal from the other on the very large building of the financial institution's headquarters.

However, when I got to the area, I found a loiterer near the one ATM I generally use; and when I checked out the other, I found lots of people nearby it as a result of some sort of medical situation. There were several emergency vehicles, and I saw one very tall ambulance or fire emergency attendant looking absolutely ridiculous as he passed close by me ─ he was wearing a face diaper like some compliant weakling who would do anything his 'betters' told him and not think for himself.

I also saw an incredibly beautiful blonde decked out in her superbly-fitting black uniform with some yellow trim ─ I had to discipline myself to just look nonchalantly ahead and not turn my head to ogle the magnificent woman as was my inclination.

So I ventured on. And truly, I recall nothing else of note concerning my five-mile+ walk. I cannot even recall the time of my arrival back home, except that it had taken something under two hours.

Oh, less than the distance of the school from home as I was returning, I saw a hugely plump rat scamper across the avenue just ahead of me. Yet a wee bit father on, I saw a similar-sized rat lying dead on that same pavement. I stood in reflection pondering whether to remove its intact corpse from the roadway to relieve it of the coming violation traffic would bring, but then I deduced that there was naught I could really do.

Only homes were thereabouts ─ no undeveloped properties. I would only be able to discard the body onto someone's lawn, and that seemed coarse if the people resident had nothing to do with the animal's end.

So I left it.

Just before arriving home, I saw an oncoming vehicle slow down to preserve the life of some unidentifiable wild creature that was doing its best to streak across the avenue. I suspect that it was a raccoon, but it seemed greyer, a little smaller, and quicker. It was not a cat or dog, though, for it did appear to have something of a hunchback and it quickly disappeared from view into a dark driveway.

Once I achieved home, the house was in darkness ─ I best like arriving home this way.

As usual I sat up for a while, engaged here at my computer that I keep bedside. Then, not too very long after 4:30 a.m., I heard someone else come into the house. My wife had finally shown up.

Upon her coming upstairs, she ventured that she was feeling quite drunk, and made mention of having 'us' visit our financial institution early in the morning to resolve this account problem. It was more than her frozen account ─ there was also the matter of the entire balance of $1,519.29 having been removed by the institution from my private or personal account to pay down a large negative balance on my wife's chequing account one week ago.

My account was one not under the umbrella of our joint accounts ─ in my mind, this was a predatory action by the financial institution. Simply because it was known that we were married and had joint accounts, someone took it upon themself to rob my personal account to pay down a debt that this person had arranged with my wife to create ─ entirely behind my back. I knew nothing of their agreement, and I still do not understand how it was that my wife managed to get this credit consideration.

After my wife went to bed ─ she has a separate bedroom ─ I was not too very much longer in also finally doing similar. I was not in the least keen about that joint errand of visiting the financial institution later.

After some broken sleep, I made my first time check at nearly 9:15 a.m. ─ this was tantamount to sleeping in. I correctly concluded that my younger brother would be up by this time and watching T.V.

I joined him ─ he was actually at that point tending to one of his laundry loads ─ and put our Android TV Box into action to take over the T.V.

I tuned in yesterday's 1½-hour (1:37:47) stream to Rumble's Vaccine Safety Research Foundation channel: VSRF Live #99: Will Witt and Do Not Comply.

Defeat the Mandates Speaker and Editor-in-Chief of The Florida Standard, Will Witt will join us on VSRF Live to discuss his new book “Do Not Comply: Taking Back Power from America’s Corrupt Elite” and how the Covid lockdowns, mandates, and censorship awakened tens of millions of Americans to the corruption inherent in our political, social, and economic systems.

Although the video basically ended around 11:30 a.m., my brother was ready for some bed rest ─ he had arrangements for a generally weekly pool rendezvous with one Ross at a pub that would kick off my brother's drinking for the remainder of the day.

My wife had still not risen, so uncertain what I should do, I groomed, and then lay myself down to rest carefully until such time as I was aware my wife had risen.

When that time did occur, I had some bad news for her: in our great concern about the bi-weekly mortgage payment that had loomed and was due yesterday, overlooked had been the second of six monthly $810 payments she was expected to make to a lawyer firm in connection to a defaulted credit card balance she was responsible for.

After she and I spoke and she then began showering and otherwise readying for her day, she made a phone call that was apparently to the woman at our financial institution who was behind the credit arrangement and freeze on my wife's account.

As the saying goes, long story short, I never had to go anywhere with my wife. Neither did she visit our financial institution. But she did go and make the $810 payment to the lawyer firm at a bank they had an affiliation with.

She later texted me confirmation, and I then E-mailed that confirmation to our contact at the lawyer firm.

It seem that my wife was to remain away for the weekend ─ not anything atypical for our marriage as it has devolved.

A point came today when I decided to see if the freeze on her account was still in effect, so I attempted an online transfer from it of $300 of what remained of a quarterly RRIF payment that I had received this past Monday ─ my wife had transferred it to her account, and it was through that action that we had discovered her account was locked. Money could go in ... but not out.

The account was now unlocked.

Look, I have another early a.m. walk planned, and it is fast approaching mid-evening. I shall need to get to bed soon so that I can handle rising at 1:30 a.m. to ready for that outing.

I took the time very early this evening to watch a Christmas movie while enjoying two cans of beer and a stiff shot of maybe three ounces of spiced rum.

Unfortunately, I was also beginning a Sabbath fast, but I never managed to eat anything. The drink will be my second 'meal' of the day and I will not have a true meal until after nightfall tomorrow.

But the movie prove to be better than I anticipated, featuring a very old fashioned Christmas that certainly did have me shedding a lot of tears.

The feature was 2016's When Calls the Heart Christmas ─ a T.V. special of the When Calls the Heart T.V. series that I have never followed.

I tried a couple of times previously to locate this movie through a few of the apps that I have downloaded into our Android TV Box, but I failed. This time, I used a browser app and the Yandex search engine, and was able to watch the movie at website Soap2day.

I suppose the lead character was played by Erin Krakow ─ I love the fullness of this beautiful woman's mouth and lower jaw. I am thinking that I am familiar with the actress from having watched her a few weeks back in another Christmas movie from 2016 titled Finding Father Christmas.

The movie I watched this time had several familiar faces, but I will not delve into the cast.

At present I am not feeling particularly enticed into beginning to watch the series just based upon this unexpectedly enjoyable movie. I love the frontier town setting, but I am not in love with noble Mountie characters ─ not after the B.S. that went down all over Canada ever since this COVID plandemic / scamdemic / casedemic crap. In truth, all law enforcement has become exceptionally disgusting to me. There is nothing 'noble and true' about any member today.

Alright, I have to quit posting for today ─ it is already nearly 9:30 p.m., and bedtime must soon be at hand. I feel like a wee bit more rum, but I fear having to deal with vertigo once in bed.

Incidentally, it seems exceptionally foggy outside right now.