Everyone Needs to Have One

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My 1:30 a.m. cellphone alarm was not needed overnight ─ curious on the time, I checked well within 10 minutes of its sounding, so I hustled up from my bed and began readying for my scheduled five-mile+ walk.

The house was happily in darkness, so I was able to ready in privacy.

An online check of the temperature hereabouts fetched the claim of -2.2° Celsius (28.04° F.), so I dressed very warmly, weighing in at about 191 pounds when I was set to go.

It was perhaps 1:53 p.m. once I was on my way.

There was very little mist anywhere this time, so the cold was more tolerable. Even so, when I got to the elementary school playground three or four blocks from here where I intended six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups, the equipment was frozen or frosted over.

This meant the use of my ski gloves, so my performance was low. Just two and then one in the first two sets of pull-ups; two chin-ups each in the next two sets; and also two pull-ups in the final two sets between a pair of gymnastics-style rings, with the last pull-up held for a 15-count.

I finished up with 11 slow full-range push-ups in a declined posture on a cement ramp.

It was too cold for most of the homeless to be out wandering around or just loitering, although a couple of 7-Elevens did have some hopefuls stationed outside.

But it was not due to people that I was to feel myself compelled to cross over 100th Avenue from its forested side to walk the length past the Lena Shaw Elementary School property. I was newly walking from 140th Street and bound for 148th Street when ─ out of the mouth of 141st Street (Google Map) ─ I saw a coyote cross the avenue and blend into the forest.

As said, that spurred me to cross over to the opposite side of the avenue, yet about a block ahead of me at very most a second coyote then left my side of the avenue and also crossed over into the forest.

I am not comfortable about walking by forested terrain where I know coyotes have just disappeared into, so I walked to midway between 143rd and 144th Streets before returning to the forested side.

Somewhat coincidentally, I was later only a partial block from home when I saw a raccoon cross the avenue I was walking ─ it came from the far side and disappeared into someone's property on my side of the avenue, and then a second possibly juvenile raccoon quickly followed suit.

So, two separate pairs of wildlife.

I don't recall the time that I got back home, but it was a few minutes under two hours. I had done a little very light jogging along one isolated stretch of avenue.

I also cannot recall when it was that I returned to bed, so let's just say that it was 5:30 a.m. My morning was to commence almost three hours later.

By the way, the sky had been quite clear when I left on my walk, but it was mostly clouded over with light cloud at my return. We were to get some rain later that carried on into the evening.

Around 9:10 a.m. when my brother relinquished the T.V. to me so that I could put our Android TV Box into action, we were to watch a variety of videos, including a couple that I aborted unanimously.

One interesting very short (45 seconds) video that we watched had been uploaded yesterday to Rumble's We The People - Constitutional Conventions channel: Everyone Needs to Have One for Personal Protection.

Would the fellow in the video have had the fight of his life if he was not armed? That was a good-sized cougar!

We also watched a thoroughly enjoyable 23-minute (23:09) video added just this morning to Rumble's AKStraightSpeaks channel: Former Global Control Room Director, calling out the "Global-ists".

My talk from the Make it Your Business event in Vancouver.

My brother and I adore little Anita Krishna.

Also watched was a 16-minute (16:08) video uploaded to YouTube's Press For Truth DanDicks channel: “It Only Takes 1%” Christine Anderson On The Power Of The People With Press For Truth!!!

Christine Anderson is a German politician and Member of the European Parliament who is currently in Canada on a speaking tour because her message of freedom resinates with Canadians, especially in the wake of Justin Trudeau’s handling of the Covid-19(84) scamdemic.

Anderson was appointed to the Special Committee on the COVID-19 Pandemic, and in a July 2022 session she entered into the record a complaint that there had been too much emphasis upon getting experimental gene therapy treatments into healthy people.

In this video Dan Dicks of Press For Truth speaks with Christine Anderson about the global response to Covid-19(84) and most importantly what it might take for the people to successfully resist the next staged plandemic that could emerge at any given moment.

To learn more from Christine Anderson visit:
X.com/AndersonAfDMdEP

Christine is another woman my brother and I adore.

I believe that the last video I tuned in was one I had previously recorded onto a thumb or flash drive; and since I now am unsure just which YouTube source I originally used, I will go with this one ─ the video was uploaded there on August 7, 2014, to the ANCIENT ROME channel, and was not too much shy of an hour (55:06): Rome In The 1st Century - Episode 3: Winds Of Change (ANCIENT HISTORY DOCUMENTARY).

Claudius was Rome’s unlikely emperor. Despite his much-ridiculed appearance, he had become a good ruler, passing visionary laws and conquering Britain.

After the murder of his wife, Messalina, Claudius remarried – this time to his niece, Agrippina. Eager for power, she wasted no time removing her rivals and even convinced Claudius to make her own son, Nero, his heir.

The only obstacle left now was Claudius himself. Agrippina poisoned his food and immediately announced Nero as emperor. Nero was young and was guided by his mother and his tutor, the philosopher Seneca.

This did not last long: soon, Nero wanted to rule himself. Seneca used subtlety to control his student but Agrippina was much more heavy-handed. Before long, Nero was sick of his mother’s interference and decided to kill her. When his original plot failed, he sent soldiers to finish the job. The murder scandalized Rome.

Things got worse. In Britain, the tribal queen, Boudicca, mounted a huge rebellion, burning towns and killing thousands before finally being defeated. In Judaea, decades of oppression and a foolish governor combined into a massive revolt that would take years to put down.

In Rome, a huge fire destroyed much of the city. Nero opened up public buildings to house the homeless, but rumors that he had been singing and dancing while Rome burned turned public opinion against him. He looked for a scapegoat and found one in the Christians.

Jesus had died 30 years earlier, but energetic missionaries, such as Paul, had spread his message across the empire. Rome had relatively few Christians and they were not widely trusted. Nero rounded them up and executed them brutally, throwing some to the lions, burning others and crucifying many more.

As Nero’s reign descended into terror, Seneca found himself seriously compromising his deep-seated principles. Time and again, he asked Nero for permission to retire, but was always denied. Eventually he pretended to be ill and was released from service.

It would be a short retirement. After he discovered a plot, Nero began a brutal purge in which many were killed or, like Seneca, were forced to commit suicide. After the Senate declared him a ‘public enemy’, Nero escaped to the country and killed himself. The Augustan dynasty was dead and, with no heir, civil war loomed.

Alas, I did not get to watch the final quarter hour or so. It happened that my scheming wife ─ unbeknownst to me ─ had a representative at a financial institution waiting for me to participate in a sort of conference call on my wife's smartphone, the purpose of which was to get an application begun for a loan or joint line of credit.

My brother was not to be privy, nor was my wife's youngest son (the eldest son returned to work today after about a month off), so we more or less were conducting this out of their earshot, for the most part.

I knew my wife had been seeking a loan from various entities in order to pay off her many bleeding debts and in doing so have just one large payment to deal with each month. But nothing had been said to me about this three-way call that would enlist me as a co-signer.

We must have been on the line together for a minimum of 20 minutes.

I suppose that it is entirely possible that the application ─ once finalized and submitted ─ will fail, but I rather think that it is going to be passed. In fact, "Eve" ─ the agent at the financial institution ─ said that we will have another such call on December 6, I believe. She said that by then we should have our debit or credit cards.

*Sigh*

I am going to cease this blog post at this point. There will be no hike in the coming a.m. because I plan instead an evening outing geared towards some sort of Christmas shopping. Tomorrow's post will cover my activity in that regard.

The Weirdest Story

Twitter: Cory Morgan

Yesterday I wrote that I intended to get out this evening on a potential Christmas shopping hike, but I forgot that my wife tends to not work on Wednesdays and often remains home ─ she did so all day today.

Yet she and I have not spoken a word to one another. I am taking my cue from her, so that will be how it shall remain unless she breaks the ice.

As for her eldest son newly back last afternoon from his four-week holiday in Thailand, it is already as if he never left.

I never heard my wife come home in the latter evening yesterday, for I had retired ─ perhaps around 9:30 p.m. ─ with my cellphone set for 1:30 a.m. to get me up to ready for a five-mile+ walk.

I was not to need my alarm. I think that it may have been as early as 12:06 a.m. when I was awake enough to be wondering on the time. I think that I did attempt further sleep, but I gave up into the latter half of the midnight hour.

I remained out of sight in my bedroom, so I do not believe anyone else was aware that I was up. Probably only my younger brother had gone to bed for the night.

My online check of the temperature hereabouts yielded the claim of -1.7° Celsius (28.94° F.) ─ I would definitely be dressed warmly for the outing. However, I was not to be able to weigh myself because each time I cautiously opened my bedroom door to assess accessibility of the bathroom, it was occupied. Heck, I even had to urinate into an empty 1.75-kg yogourt container, for the need became too urgent to try to await an opportunity outside.

As far as I know, I managed to slip away undetected, although no doubt my open bedroom door would anon reveal my absence. It was 1:41 a.m. by then.

Fog prevailed for approximately the first mile, but thereafter conditions were more often clear than not. And on my return home, even that initial mile had become clear.

It was definitely cold out there. Sometimes my feet encountered a little bit of ice on the sidewalk that would make my rear foot skid back slightly when the other foot was taking a forward step.

At the elementary school playground three or four blocks from here where I stopped early on in order to try a half dozen sets of pull-ups and chin-ups, the nylon shell of my ski gloves could not maintain an entirely secure grip on the icy metal jungle gym monkey bar I initially used, but I think that I may have managed two and then one repetition in the two sets of pull-ups that I led off with; and then two chin-ups in both of the next two sets. And I managed two pull-ups in both sets performed between a pair of gymnastics-style rings, with the final pull-up held for a 15-count at its highest elevation.

I concluded with 11 slow full-range push-ups in a declined position on a cement ramp.

As usual with this level of cold, street people and / or addicts were not loitering or wandering aimlessly about ─ this is always one of the pluses about walking at this time of year late at night. In the Summer, I have to practice far too much evasion and vigilance to avoid encounters.

I cannot recall anything eventful during the walk; I did engage some very light jogging whenever there was no traffic along 96th Avenue after leaving 148th Street and heading for Green Timbers Way (Google Map) where I would be making my turn.

The purpose of the jogging effort was to generate some further warmth, but I also wanted to make a little time because I would be adding a couple of blocks to my walk in order to hit an ATM where I would be withdrawing $500.

By the time I was back home it was 3:39 a.m., so I had done very well ─ despite everything I was a couple of minutes under two hours.

I now cannot recall when I returned to bed ─ let's just say it was 5:15 a.m. And I managed to remain there until a little past 8:30 a.m.

Upon joining my brother a little after 9 a.m. for some T.V., when I put our Android TV Box to work around 9:10 a.m., I led us off with a very good 10-minute (10:54) interview video added just today to Rumble's AKStraightSpeaks channel: Christine Anderson & Anita Krishna Chat "Make it Your Business Tour".

I adore both of these women!

We also watched a 34½-minute (34:33) video added January 5 to Rumble's The Why Files channel: The Brooklyn Bridge UFO | The Weirdest Story You'll Ever Hear.

Nov 30, 1989, just after 3 AM. New York City. Janet Kimball was driving over the Brooklyn Bridge when her car stalled and slowly rolled to a stop.

After a couple of failed attempts to get the car started, Janet was hit by a bright light. Bright enough that she had to shield her eyes.

The light was coming from an apartment building. Janet thought maybe someone was shooting a movie. Not unusual in New York City.

Then she saw that the light was coming from a saucer-shaped craft hovering *above* the building. OK, it's a science fiction movie, Janet thought.

But it wasn't a movie. This was happening for real.

As Janet's eyes adjusted to the brightness, she saw something levitating in the light. Objects floating up to the saucer.

When she focused, she realized they weren't objects. They were people.

Well, one of them was.

In an instant, the light went out, and the saucer plunged into the East River.

There were 23 eyewitnesses to this event, including one of the highest-ranking politicians in the world.

And people being transported to a UFO by a beam of light in the middle of New York City? That isn't the weirdest part of the story.

Then it was time for the 25-minute (25:43) documentary episode uploaded June 9 of last year to Rumble's The Sequel to the fall of the Cabal channel: THE SEQUEL TO THE FALL OF THE CABAL - PART 23 - WHISTLEBLOWERS ABOUT HOSPITAL MURDERS.

The final show I tuned in was an old T.V. series' episode, but it was only half done by noon, so I gave my brother the option of finishing it up tomorrow; thus we suspended it for today ─ I will wait until we have watched the whole thing before identifying it.

My brother sought his bed rest, but I had yet to return to my own bed for a nap when he emerged from his bedroom and announced that he was leaving for the day to socialize.

Note that as I usually do anytime he leaves shortly after 10 a.m. to pick up his girlfriend Bev to drive her to work, I had three further sets of pull-ups and chin-ups out in the backyard tool shed: four pull-ups in the first set, three chin-ups in the second set; and then three pull-ups between a pair of bars in the final set, with the very last pull-up held for a 15-count.

I finished with 13 slow full-range push-ups on the wooden floor.

I was surprised to learn from my brother that Bev had apparently become an ex-smoker as of about a month ago.

Good for her!

Anyway, I was to bed for my needed early afternoon nap before my wife emerged from her bedroom ─ she did so during my nap.

As the day here wore on, I finally did have some conversation with my wife. I went downstairs for some supper, and she enumerated what was newly available by her hand. She was reasonably social thereafter.

I was to later watch an episode of FBI: Most Wanted ─ episode 21 ("Inheritance") of season three. I enjoyed a can of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol) during it, topping my rather unexpectedly ample supper because one or both of my stepsons had produced two large Camy's pizzas. I know of no pizza joint locally that is as good at pizza as this business; however, I only had one piece of each of the two pizzas that were here.

I was tempted following my can of beer to have a brimming shot of liquor, but decided that since I would be getting up at 1:30 a.m. for a five-mile+ walk in the cold night, I had best not make matters any harder on myself.

It is presently 8:54 p.m., so I am going to have to start winding down and soon be getting to bed ─ enough for blogging today.

Years of Trial

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Following the publication of yesterday's post, and then my vile descent that kept me from getting to bed unto probably at least 9:45 p.m., I was to initially manage maybe two hours of sleep, and then found myself awake early in the midnight hour.

When late into that hour I was still awake, I finally decided to just rise. Better to leisurely ready for my five-mile+ walk and head out ahead of schedule ─ doing so would afford me the chance to later return to bed earlier than I otherwise would and thereby yield more time for the seeking of sleep.

Strangely, once I was up I did not feel less slept than usual.

My wife had not shown up, but if she was going to, that could occur anytime ─ she is not one to turn down partying opportunities that may keep her out long into the night. Nevertheless, Tuesdays are generally full workdays for her, so she could well be sensibly in bed wherever it is that she stays in Vancouver when she is not here.

An online check revealed that my monthly pension had been directly deposited ─ that discovery lent some urgency to getting away on my walk to withdraw it before my wife saw it if she was out partying.

I also saw the claim that it was 1.1° Celsius (33.98° F.) hereabouts, so I would be dressing warmly enough. Even so, my overall weight when I was set to go was only around 190 pounds.

Somehow I had managed to use up more time than I expected ─ it was 1:45 a.m. once I was outside and on my way in the foggy night.

I was wearing my thin ─ i.e., tactile or touchscreen ─ gloves, but I also packed away a pair of ski-type gloves in the gym-style tote bag that contained my Titan baton flashlight stun gun.

Even before I got to the elementary school playground three or four blocks from here, my hands were already feeling the seeping foggy cold seemingly dampening my thin gloves.

The playground equipment was dripping with condensed fog. Normally I might have tried exercising bare-handed despite the wet metal bars, but this was a special kind of icy cold wet.

Even wearing the ski gloves, my hands felt how miserably cold the metal had become. If not for the thick, moist air, the bars would have been frozen ─ the condensation was surely below freezing in temperature, but could not freeze because of the heavy humidity of the cold fog.

I don't think I managed four pull-ups in the first set ─ probably only three; my succeeding five sets only saw me achieve two repetitions each. But I did hold the finally one for a 15-count (and as usual, there was a 30-count between the sets).

And this time I finished up with 11 slow full-range push-ups in a declined posture on a cement ramp.

The overall effort helped defray some of the threatening cold seep of foggy air.

I had decided that I would wait until I was returning before I made an ATM withdrawal. It would probably be better to just have to bear that much cash a mile to home, than to be carrying it for the four miles of my initial walk.

I had concluded as well that my wife could not surely still be partying or casino-visiting at that point in the night if she was to be working all day today. Surely, she had to have gone to bed. But at least I had transferred out a grand to an account she could not access. I just could not transfer out all of it, though, because my ATM card could not access that account, either.

Walking in the foggy night was almost like participating in a new or different walk; also, street traffic was exceptionally sparse, so the heavy quiet seemed even more a prevalent feature.

I was not walking fast, for I was wearing the boots I had on exactly a week earlier that I feel were responsible for reigniting an old issue of musculature inflammation alongside my outer left shin that ─ when aggravated ─ will ultimately render me lame because I lose the ability to rise up onto the forefoot in order to properly step. I end up having to walk with a limping flat-footed gait.

Consequently, I full anticipated that I would be taking longer than two hours. In addition, visiting the ATM would require me to add an extra couple of blocks to my walk ─ in other words, an extra quarter mile overall.

I only had one interesting encounter, and it was not human ─ I cannot recall that I ever saw anybody else out there last night. Street people / drug addicts ─ the chilling fog was too deadly for anyone who might otherwise be out there aimlessly dallying about.

The encounter was when I was walking the only paved way alongside 96th Avenue between 148th Street and Green Timbers Way ─ I was walking from 148th to that Green Timbers Way (Google Map) where I would be turning.

I doubt that I was even quite halfway along when ahead of me in the gloom I could see that there was a shape on the walkway ─ I was hoping that it was not a coyote.

I was quite sure that if it was an animal, then it had to be in a resting posture, and not standing on all fours.

As I continued my approach, I wondered why it kept stationary ─ was it not aware I was coming its way?

Then due to an irregularity in the walkway, one of my feet made a pronounced scuffing sound.

That immediately got a reaction; the animal became mobile, and started advancing away ahead of me along the walk ─ everything all about is forest, except for the avenue.

At first I wondered if it might be some house cat ─ perhaps abandoned, and now somewhat feral. So I began talking softly in a gentle fashion as I continued my fairly slow pace, wondering aloud to the animal if it might be a kitty, and that it didn't have to be concerned of me.

I kept talking in a non-threatening manner.

If it had been a cat, I realized that it would have been quite bushy, and good-sized. But it was not moving with the degree of speed that a cat is well capable of.

There were three good-sized evergreen trees by the walkway that were very close together ─ their trunks were close enough that a person would have to squeeze between them.

The animal made as if it was stretching up to climb one of the trunks, and looked back towards me. I think then that it realized as I talked that I was not presenting any sort of predatory advance, walking as nonchalantly as I was.

Perhaps this reassured the critter. Whatever the case, it then withdrew a bit between two of the trunks and sort of settled down, awaiting as I kept leisurely walking along and talking softly.

Then as I was close and soon to pass by ─ no more than eight feet at most, and maybe even six from it ─ I recognized the distinctive face of a raccoon, probably a juvenile, for it was not the full size of raccoons that I see regularly enough.

And so I walked right past it, still softly talking and displaying no overt interest at all in this rather courageous woodland denizen that correctly believed me to be merely a passing wayfarer who meant it no harm.

What was rather more remarkable was that at the time, my left arm was swinging along with the gym bag, and my right arm was also swinging as I walked ─ and since that arm was nearest the raccoon, it did not alarm the raccoon even though my hand was dangling and swinging along the baton flashlight.

The flashlight was not turned on, but usually when substantial objects are being ambitiously swung about, animals are intimidated. 

Not this little character, though. It had apparently assessed me already and had decided that there was nothing about me that it needed to fear ─ it would just stay to the side of the walkway and allow me to be on my way, and then it would go about whatever was its own business.

I kept softly talking until I was well beyond, just to maintain the innocence of our encounter and me as a non-threatening human.

Concerning my stop at the ATM later, the claim is that up to $2,000 can be withdrawn. I wanted to extract $1,700.

I tried ... and had my transaction cancelled.

What?

So I then tried $1,000. 

That was accepted, and the amount was dispensed in $50 bills. Are not $100 bills stocked? Imagine if I did have the wherewithal to be accorded a $2,000 withdrawal ─ that would be forty $50 bills! Try counting that out on the spot for accuracy.

If I am remembering right, it was 3:51 a.m. once I was back home ─ considerably over two hours. And my wife was still elsewhere.

I do not recall when I returned to bed, but it was likely after 5 a.m. And I was up again somewhere after 8 a.m. but well before 8:30 a.m.

My younger brother and I enjoyed some fairly interesting T.V. this morning beginning around 9:10 a.m. once I put our Android TV Box to work.

I led us off with this two-minute (2:06) YouTube video uploaded November 22 to the Lianne Rood M.P. channel: Is this some sick joke?

Is this some sick joke? How do you think Canadian workers feel about Trudeau’s $15 Billion “investment” to create 1,600 jobs that aren’t even going to Canadians?
Wow! 😡

Then it was over to Librti.com and Odessa Orlewicz's 18½-minute (18:33) audio from yesterday: DAY 5 Of The Healthcare Workers Juducial Review Against The Bonnie Henry Mandates- Audio Notes. 20 Minute Listen.

This was the last day of the JCCF argument before Bonnie's team is up (that starts TOMORROW.) There were a few nuggets...One of them being that the lawyer informed the judge that even the WHO is not recommending mandated vaccines right now. I will be spending the next 4 days listening to Bonnie's team.

To me, it sounds like the judge is as obliviously dense as are the mask-wearing sheep who only know what their T.V. newscasts and newspapers tell them ─ they seek to do no research of their own.

I next tuned in a 51½-minute (51:31) video uploaded November 27 to Rumble's We The People - Constitutional Conventions channel: This Culture That Came BEFORE the Native Americans Will BLOW Your Mind.

This North American culture that came before the Native Americans will BLOW your mind! In this video, Dr. Nathaniel Jeanson reveals new information on this fascinating ancient society.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S3kiEbQJ8xw

We finished up with a 55-minute (55:06) YouTube video that had been uploaded on August 7, 2014, to the ANCIENT ROME channel: Rome In The 1st Century - Episode 2: Years Of Trial (ANCIENT HISTORY DOCUMENTARY).

In 14 AD, Augustus died and the empire stood at a crossroads. Would Rome continue on course or return to chaos?

Much depended on his successor, Tiberius. He knew he had not been Augustus’ first choice as heir, and his position was insecure. He and the Senate did not get along: they disliked his moodiness and unpredictability, and he resented their plotting. He looked for help elsewhere and chose Sejanus.

Sejanus realized this was the chance of a lifetime. He launched a widespread purge, arresting and executing many rivals. The only man who could stop this – Tiberius – had retreated to the island of Capri.

Just when Sejanus seemed unstoppable, everything changed. Tiberius told the Senate that Sejanus was condemned. Sejanus was arrested and executed. The only surviving heir to the throne was now Caligula.

At first, the Emperor Caligula did well. But his behavior soon became strange. He seduced the wives of his guests and murdered people at random. Before long, he too was dead, murdered by his closest advisors.

He was followed by his uncle, Claudius. Disfigured by illness when he was just a child, Claudius had spent his life as the butt of jokes. To everyone’s surprise, he worked hard and did well. He passed laws protecting sick slaves, increased women's privileges and opened the Senate to new talent. Abroad, he conquered Britain – something that not even Julius Caesar had managed to do.

His weakness was his promiscuous wife, Messalina. When she began an affair with a nobleman, it was widely seen as a coup in the making. Claudius ordered her lover to be killed and Messalina was murdered soon afterwards. When he heard, Claudius didn’t blink – instead, he asked for more wine.

This period also witnessed major change in other parts of the empire. In Egypt, attacks on the Jews forced Philo, a Jewish leader, to travel to Rome and ask for help, without success. In Judaea, a charismatic leader named Jesus challenged the religious and political establishment. The local furor barely touched Rome, but the legacy of Jesus would one day engulf the entire empire.

I had actually previously recorded the video to a thumb or flash drive, so I am here just supposing that the above was my source.

This video brought us to noon, so my brother sought some bed rest before leaving in the afternoon for the day. I had not yet sought a nap when he left; and then unexpectedly, my eldest stepson arrived home following his four-week or so holiday in Thailand with his girlfriend.

I must say, it is nice having the 29-year-old home. I texted my wife the fact that he was back, and she responded with three different joyous emojis.

That she has not been home is testament to her having to work.

Moving on (for I am now rushing this post) ... come the early evening as I often do, I opted to watch a T.V. show while enjoying a Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol) and some supper. So putting our Android TV Box back into action, I tuned in an episode of FBI ─ it was episode 16 ("Family First") of season five.

And then since today is a bath day, I discharged that chore, which essentially brought me to 8:30 p.m. Since I have another very early walk intended, I must be to bed within the hour.

I will not be witness to my wife's homecoming.

On my walk tonight, I may withdraw a further $700.

Tomorrow evening I hope to get out and do some purposeful walking ─ it will likely involve some Christmas shopping, now that I have some cash. Doing that walk will free me up from needing to do one in the a,m, later that night, and allow me instead to watch some T.V. with my brother and have at least a couple of beers.

My walk tonight appears to be another foggy one, for it was already foggy after dark when I went downstairs to watch T.V. Nevertheless, the weather story is that we are due some rain on Thursday, so this weird frigid fog should be over by then.

💀☠💀☠💀☠ The Final Frame

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As I recall, last evening's chilly five-mile+ walk was uneventful, and during my return when I was about a mile from home, I did some grocery shopping at Save-On-Foods. The bit of a load I thereafter toted homeward most likely aggravated the developing inflammation of the musculature along the outside of my left shin that can ultimately render me lame, unable to rise up onto my forefoot when stepping.

I should make note that it was essentially foggy throughout the walk.

I now do not recall when I left home, but it seems to me that it was around 7:10 p.m., so I was likely back home no later than 9:30 p.m. However, my younger brother was home from his daily socializing and watching a movie ─ 2003's The Snow Walker.

I had heard of his movie, and even seen clips from it at some previous point. Since I arrived home just after the crash of the plane, I decided to watch the ensuing bulk of the feature.

There were glaring unlikelihoods and even impossibilities, but it was still a very interesting movie. Even so, after I joined my brother, he stated that he was so fed up with the survival stupidity of the male character "Charlie" that he was considering watching something else.

I would have to say that 21-year-old Inuit actress Annabella Piugattuk undoubtedly kept him watching. As her character, she was a sweetheart, and her laugh always sounded like a young girl's. What wasn't to love?

I am glad the story was fiction.

Once the movie was done, I put our Android TV Box into action and led us off with an episode of The Graham Norton Show ─ episode six of season or series 31.

It was likely early into midnight when that show was done, and my brother requested something short, so I asked if he, then, was averse to watching an episode of American Ninja Warrior? We have been following the current season 15.

And so it was that we enjoyed episode 12 (Las Vegas - Finals 2).

Unexpectedly, it seems to me that the episode likely brought us to just about 2 a.m.; and because I tended to a few things here at my computer before going to bed, it may have been as late as 2:30 a.m. when I did.

I had drunk three cans of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol) during my time with my brother.

We do not often watch evening T.V. together, so even though three cans of beer and the very late hour are rather tough on me come the morning, I feel some guilt for keeping my brother up and continuing with the drinking he probably began mid-afternoon somewhere.

His liver must be one unhealthy organ, for he has been a regular heavy drinker since his 20s, and he's now 71.

Of course we got together just after mid-morning for some more T.V. today, so my first selection was an episode of The Official Corbett Report Rumble Channel that exceeded 1¼ hours (1:19:43) that had been added November 22: JFK: From Mongoose to Gladio.

TRANSCRIPT AND MP3: https://www.corbettreport.com/jfkgladio/

We all know what happened on 11/22/63. But what about what happened on 11/22/90? And what connects these two events? And what does Seven Days in May have to do with it? Join James Corbett for a special presentation to the JFK Lancer conference on "JFK: From Mongoose to Gladio."

Then once it was done, I changed gears and tuned in an episode of the old Edgar Wallace Mysteries ─ September 1963's The Partner.

As so often happens in these Edgar Wallace Mysteries, the conclusion that supposedly wraps up the mystery left my brother and I still somewhat confused about just exactly what went on. And this time we were not drinking!

Actress Yoko Tani was remarkably attractive ─ I would love to have been able to see her stripteasing back when she did that sort of thing.

I will try to remember to mention to my brother at some point when he is sober that she died at the age of 70 ─ we are both older than she got to be. However, cancer supposedly took her back in 1999.

The Partner brought us to noon, so my brother sought some bed rest before he left for the day to socialize. That left me home alone because my youngest stepson had to work in 'the office' today, rather than here at home. (His older brother is holidaying in Thailand.)

By the way, I located our source for The Partner by using the Firefox app that I have downloaded into our Android TV Box, and then searching at Yandex.com and choosing this link at OK.ru.

I had a fairly short early afternoon nap after my brother left, and then was soon at work on a post at this and another of my blogs. But I did undertake some light exercising. 

I also had a little exercise this morning out in the backyard tool shed when my brother left around 10:05 a.m. to go and pick up his girlfriend Bev to drive her to work. It was nothing monumental ─ just a set of four pull-ups, then a set of three chin-ups, and lastly a set of three pull-ups between two bars (I held the final pull-up at highest elevation for a 15-count). There was a 30-count between each of those sets.

I finished up with a dozen slow full-range push-ups.

With the afternoon dying out and the advent of earliest evening, I had a can of Cariboo Malt and some supper while watching an episode of DC's Legends of Tomorrow ─ episode 11 ("The Final Frame") of season six.

After that I just cast about somewhat aimlessly watching whatever was short and caught my interest, including this 15-minute (14:23) video uploaded last December 16 to BitChute's essene07 channel: THE ANTIDOTE TO ALL POISONS & THE MOST SUPPRESSED MEDICAL SECRET BY DR. GROUP IN AUGUST 2021.

Source: http://globalhealing.com
http://urotherapyresearch.com
https://urotherapyresearch.com/resources
While new information surfaces in April of 2022, Dr. Group reshares this presentation from August 2021, where he first revealed his research on a life-saving healing modality that has been suppressed by the medical industry for centuries!

Learn the greatest secret to health and the most buried medical secret in the world. This is the information they don't want you to know.

I'm not quite there yet, but the topic does continue to sustain my interest.

I shall be rising tonight at 1:30 a.m. (if I sleep through that long) to begin readying for a five-mile+ walk, so my bedtime this evening will be anywhere from 9 - 9:30 p.m.

With 8:30 p.m. now just past, for now I am going to put this post to bed.

The Weak Samaritan?

Despite not believing myself to have slept particularly well last night by the time my cellphone alarm sounded at 4 a.m. to get me up, I had evidently not heard my wife come home following work at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time.

I honestly did not expect that she was going to come home, especially after our cross exchange before she left here yesterday towards mid-afternoon.

Yesterday I also wrote that I hoped to get on my way this morning by 5:45 a.m. so that I could have some exercise at the elementary school playground three or four blocks from here, but I was not to leave until just a few ─ two or three ─ minutes before 6 a.m.

No matter ─ I found it too inhospitably cold for exercising. I knew the playground equipment would be encased in ice, and I only had my thin gloves with me. The ski-type gloves were deliberately left at home because they would be too cumbersome to try and tuck away once I was at my destination ─ the Real Canadian Superstore that opens at 7 a.m.

And if I tried exercising with the thin gloves, the warmth from my hands would start thawing the ice even during a first pull-up, and the gloves would become wet. With the misty frozen night as cold as it was, I had no desire to be wearing even slightly wet thin gloves.

I had an experience that revealed to me how lacking I am as a human being ─ or maybe I am being too self-critical, for I do not know the full circumstances.

The incident occurred very soon after I had crossed the mouth of Green Timbers Way as I walked 140th Street (Google Map) towards 100th Avenue where I would be turning right.

Maybe a fourth of the way ahead of me to 100th Avenue, I could see something dark on the sidewalk right by the high chain link fence that is a feature all the way along that stretch of 140th Street.

At first I though that it might be an animal ─ maybe a large raccoon. But 140th Street was fairly busy with traffic, and the forest on that side of 140th Street is inaccessible to any animal as large as that, unless it climbed the high fence.

And it was not disturbed by the passing traffic.

I soon believed that it might just be a black plastic garbage bag and its contents.

Only when I drew close did I realize that it was someone lying almost on his side with his hooded head ─ and shoulders and upper back ─ basically against the fence; and almost in a fetal-like bend, he had one of his booted legs extended down the sidewalk towards me.

And so he was only taking up maybe a third of the width of the sidewalk ─ the third farthest from the street.

I walked past him, not noticing if he was aware of me.

Was he somehow sleeping in the wretched cold? It was not yet daylight, and the sidewalks were often coated with frost enough that it sparkled and made soft scrunching sounds as one walked.

It seemed odd that a homeless person would choose to lie down there ─ for almost just around the corner from Green Timbers Way behind me is a large building called the Foxglove Supportive Housing and Shelter (Google Map).

And just about across Green Timbers Way from Foxglove is the Jim Pattison Outpatient Care and Surgery Centre ─ it was likely closed to the public at that point, but I suspect that the noisy heating / ventilation system that can be heard for some distance likely is a means of warm air.

This image shows the potential means ─ the grey lengthy low rectangular structure taking up the space between the reddish almost chimney-like edifice to the right and the green-coloured waste containment facility to the left.

"The grey lengthy low rectangular structure" is grated all across its surface, and I assume that it is likely blowing forth warm air, and not cold.

Any local street person would know of these two buildings ─ and there is a 7-Eleven a little further down 140th Street just by the intersection with Fraser Highway. It is virtually across 140th Street from the Jim Pattison building. Street people often can be found hanging about outside the 7-Eleven at all hours.

So there was no need for some homeless person to choose to lie down where he was. I could only imagine that he may have been somebody who was abominably drunk and had succumbed to his overindulgence whilst walking to somewhere else; or maybe he was an overdose.

If he was in any condition to have been roused by me out of my curiosity, then he would eventually rouse from discomfort entirely on his own and be on his way once again.

If he was deceased, then there was nothing I could possibly do.

In an hour at most, it would no longer be dark. Besides, if you again refer to the map, a little further along Green Timbers Way from Foxglove and Jim Pattison are the BC RCMP Divisional Headquarters.

Whoever the fellow was, he would not be unnoticed indefinitely, even if he did not rouse and move along on his own.

I had all of these thoughts running through my mind as I kept on with my hike. It was not as if I found the guy on some remote and seldom unused back road, or hidden in a dark parking lot in back of a building that might not even open on a Sunday.

I often see people seeking to sleep out in the cold when I am on my earlier walks, roughly between 2 - 4 a.m. Sometimes the people are just sunk into a bit of a heap where they are sat. I could be visiting one or more such individuals every darned night! There are just far too many of them for a 74-year-old who does not drive and has limited funds to be trying to play Good Samaritan.

But yes, this guy does bother me somewhat when I think of the passing encounter. 

Would you have tried to rouse him? And then do what ─ offer him some cash? And what if he was only a drunk who was perfectly able to buy the booze that put him where he was? Or a junkie under similar circumstances?

Anyway, the way my life is going, I keep imagining that my near future is likely going to be seeing me dying alone somewhere.

Enough of the musing.

I was to have to kill a bit of time because I arrived at the store before it had yet opened, but I did what I came to do and then walked my load home ─ but I didn't walk 140th Street, so I have no idea if Sleeping Beauty moved on or was roused or even tended to.

I had a fair weight to tote home ─ a three-kg (6.61387 pounds) tub of honey in one hand; and a 1-kg (2.20462 pounds) box of baking soda and two one-litre cartons of heavy (whipping) cream ─ this latter load seemed to weigh more than the honey.

My left foot began to grow lame during my final one-mile stretch from home. I am hoping that it was due to the extra weight, for I want to have a five-mile+ walk this evening in order to free myself up from an early a.m. walk tonight. 

In other words, I want to drink some beers later this evening while watching some T.V. with my brother instead of getting to bed relatively early so that I can get up at 1:30 a.m. to begin readying for any such outing.

When I got home from my shopping shortly before 8:30 a.m., no one was up, so I returned to bed for an hour or so. Eventually I thought that maybe my brother was up and watching T.V., so I rose and checked. But no ─ it was my wife who was up.

She seemed to be freshening up and readying to go somewhere ─ did she have to work a full day today? The restaurant opens at 11 a.m.

So I sat here at my computer which I keep in my bedroom, my back to the open bedroom door.

She passed by the open doorway a few times, but said nothing. And then wordlessly left.

That hurt a little, but I guess it's where we are in our marriage. If that's the way she likes it, then so be it.

My brother was unusually late in getting up ─ he must have been hitting the hard stuff last night.

We didn't start watching T.V. until well past 10:30 a.m. He invited me to put our Android TV Box to work, so initially I tuned in a 1½-hour YouTube documentary from 2016: Rejected: Ukraine’s Unwanted Children (Child Documentary) | Real Stories.

Unfortunately, it was clear that it was going to largely be subtitled, and my brother's vision is worse than mine for this sort of thing, so I had to tune it out.

We even tried an hour-long Rumble video streamed on November 24: LIVE @9PM ET: WRONGTHINK: Border Report EXCLUSIVE: We’re Funding the Worst People Imaginable. But the hostess kept blabbing on and saying nothing of interest as she prefaced what was to come; and when after 11½ minutes she was wasting time seeing who individual live viewers were and then identifying those familiar to her, we had enough and tuned out.

I then resorted to a flash or thumb drive for a YouTube video that I had downloaded some months ago, narrated by Sigourney Weaver. I cannot now say that this is the precise video source, but it does seem to be the proper video at a little under an hour (54:17): Rome In The 1st Century - Episode 1: Order From Chaos (ANCIENT HISTORY DOCUMENTARY).

Millions of people played important parts in the remarkable history of Rome in the first century AD. Head and shoulders above everyone else stands Augustus.

Born to an unremarkable family, Augustus got a lucky break when his great-uncle, Julius Caesar, adopted him. When Caesar was murdered shortly afterwards, Augustus threw himself into the murderous mix of Roman politics.

Allying himself with Mark Antony, they killed their enemies and divided the empire between them. Augustus took Rome and Antony took Egypt, where he met Cleopatra. This made him a threat. Augustus was not prepared to take any chances and attacked first. His army destroyed most of the Egyptian fleet and Antony and Cleopatra killed themselves shortly afterwards.

Returning home, Augustus was a hero and soon became Rome’s first emperor. Abroad, he expanded the empire enormously, while domestically he played the politics carefully, using popular acclaim to reinforce his power.

Augustus was a complex man: brutal but compassionate, and austere but popular. In public, he was a religious and moral conservative, projecting himself as a pious man. In private, his daughter, Julia, was having a string of affairs.

Above all, though, Augustus was determined. When Julia’s behavior became a scandal, he banished her from Rome for life. Shortly afterwards, the famous poet Ovid published some indecent poetry: he, too, was banished for life.

Against all odds, Augustus ruled as Emperor for over 40 years, surviving plots, rebellions and mutinies. When he died, he was declared to be a god. His rule created the image of Imperial Rome that lasts to this day. He was the Emperor by which his heirs would be judged.

After that, we just watched an episode of The Conners ─ the final episode ("A Judge and a Priest Walk into a Living Room...") of season four.

Lord, it's after 6:30 p.m. ─ I have to ready and get out of here on my walk. That's enough blogging for today ─ I will have no time later.

The Cutting Edge

My wife and I had cross words around 1:45 p.m. this afternoon inspired by her snarkiness, so she got to leave ─ for work? ─ around 2:45 p.m. without whatever benefit there may be in having me see her off.

I should never have brought her to Canada ─ maybe we should never have married. At least I would not be in the financial ruin I have allowed her to bring down around us.

Enough of that.

Soon after I retired last evening around 9:30 p.m., I heard my younger brother arrive home. No one else was here.

My 1:30 a.m. cellphone actually roused me, but that is not to claim that I had slept well until then.

I saw that my wife had not come home following her workday at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, but at least the house was in darkness. I prefer that when I have one of my five-mile+ walks to ready for.

And then at 1:40 a.m. my cellphone rang ─ it was my wife, asking, "Are you home?"

It turned out that she was outside, unable to locate her house key.

I let her in, and continued with my readying; she remained downstairs and began fixing herself something to eat.

I had seen with an online check that the temperature hereabouts was supposedly .6° Celsius (1.08° F.), so I dressed warmly enough, and had a fully clothed weight of 190 pounds at most ─ I only had my midday meal yesterday, forgetting to keep track of the afternoon time until it was by then dark and my scheduled Sabbath fast already well underway without me realizing it.

When I was set to leave, my wife was still downstairs, having her snack at the dining table and watching something on her smartphone. Consequently, I got to announce my departure, receiving the well-wishing from her that I be safe.

It was definitely chilly; and the mostly full moon quite apparent behind a very light cover of extremely thin cloud. By the time I was finishing up my walk, there was more clear sky than not.

But that is jumping ahead in this narrative.

Early into my walk ─ at the elementary school playground about three or four blocks from home ─ I stopped for a half dozen sets of pull-ups and chin-ups, for I had remembered to bring a pair of nicely-padded ski-style gloves. As expected, the playground equipment was caked with frozen condensation.

Unfortunately, although the gloves allowed me protection from the icy cold when I gripped metal, the relatively slick nylon outer shell of the SPORTEK gloves afforded an insecure grip, so I only ever managed one repetition in each set. My grip was so insecure that when I would be pulling myself up during a pull-up, I questioned myself as to whether my hands might actually slide free of the icy metal bar and I would come falling backward onto the three runged ladder I needed to stand on to reach the first jungle gym monkey bar.

That would have been disastrous for anyone, let alone a 74-year-old.

But the effort of each of those single repetitions was unexpectedly invigorating; and I finished up with 10 slow full-range push-ups in a declined posture on a cement ramp.

I must not neglect to mention that when I first left home, my vision seemed oddly poor. It even occurred to me that if I only had my bad right eye for vision, I would be nearly helpless ─ this did not seem right.

Then before too long, I realized what was happening ─ I was undergoing a halo. For me, they mostly manifest with a heatwave-type swirling in the periphery of my vision that can gradually encroach more of my vision field until even if I was indoors and wanted to do something like read, the print would be made indistinct by the paranormal-like swirling.

There tends also to be an eyestrain-like vague headache as an aftermath of one of these attacks.

So I was not exactly in peak shape for that exercise stop. Happily, the vision symptoms seemed to clear up by about a mile into my walk.

The only other event worth mention would be when I was walking 148th Street and just about to turn right onto 96th Avenue (Google Map). I was coming from the north or walking 'down' 148th, when I could hear an impressively-voiced coyote sounding off in the forest of that lower left quadrant of the intersection ─ I suspect that it was likely on the Green Timbers Greenway.

I heard vocalizing for maybe a couple of minutes, and I was somewhat leery as I began walking 96th Avenue because both sides of that avenue are forested and one can feel quite isolated ─ there is little street traffic at that time of night.

Was there only the one coyote sounding off? I could not tell, for I never heard any overlaps to indicate that more than one was voicing. But I have in the past heard chorusing.

Anyway, I had my unlit Titan baton flashlight stun gun in my hand, and a dagger on my hip, so I felt reasonably secure. I know the coyotes range the forest on both sides of 96th Avenue ─ I just didn't want something like a crossover to suddenly start happening while I was present.

I was finally back home by 3:57 a.m., if I am remembering right ─ I had done the walk in maybe seven minutes under two hours without any jogging. That is very good time.

And the stressed musculature alongside the entirety of my outer left shin never even became a threat ─ I noticed no symptoms. To refresh, since my early walk of Tuesday, the inflammation that developed that night kept threatening to render me lame then and at times on my walks each night since. To experience absolutely nothing last night is remarkable ─ I only hope that this remains so.

I do not believe that I made it to bed until a little after 6 a.m. due to becoming overly involved in composing a thorough reply to an E-mail I had been sent the previous evening.

I remained in bed until maybe 9:10 a.m., then rose to join my brother who was downstairs watching T.V.

He mentioned how his girlfriend Bev is going to have her workdays reduced from five to maybe two if she is unable to be more versatile with her duties ─ which she can not do because she has allowed herself to decline too far physically. She is a heavy smoker, has extremely high blood pressure, eats poorly, resists physical activity ─ and more.

So she is now contemplating whether it might be possible to qualify for a Canada Disability Pension, and wonders what it might pay ─ my brother expected me to see what information in that context I could find out online.

Fortunately, it was easily done.

Anyway, I would normally have watched T.V. with him until he invited me to put our Android TV into action, but this morning he waited too long ─ he actually sat there soaking up the bovine excrement that was being spewed concerning hyped vaccines in an interview by the rather squeaky-voiced hostess with her regular Sikh M.D.

It was nauseating.

I betook myself from the living room and came back upstairs to this computer that I keep in my bedroom, and I let my brother 'enjoy' his daily morning garbage of spoon-fed pap in what purports to be a news show.

He was to leave at 10:05 a.m. to drive two miles to the home of Bev and drive her the four or so blocks required for her to get to work ─ she gave up walking it at least 1½ years ago, and since then it has become my brother's duty to drive her.

Do not get me wrong ─ I very much like Bev. But she chose her lifestyle that has brought her to his sorry state at the age of only 51 or 52.

Also, I am feeling a little cranky because of my last interaction with my wife, and my Sabbath fast that includes not having any caffeine!

But it will be dark in an hour and I can finally eat.

My brother and I were only to watch one video this morning ─ at just over an hour (1:08:44), it was Odessa Orlewicz's audio-only report of yesterday: Juducial Revew- Doctors/Nurses Suit Against Bonnie Henry In Full Swing. I Attended This Past Week.

Judicial Review- Healthcare Workers Against BC, Canada's insane NWO health officer patsy witch Bonnie Henry Days 1 through 4 in court. I have been been covering the first 4 days of the doctors and nurses (and other healthcare workers) case against BC, Canada's Health Officer Bonnie Henry that took place this past week. I compiled all of the notes I posted to tw!tter into one AUDIO recording for the first 4 days so far. You can check back in a week for days 5 audio notes onwards. Please share this widely so BC can comprehend what many healthcare workers have to say. There are different red pill moments each day/different nuggets that arise each day.(My audio was run through Descript. Descript guesses your sentence structure based on your pauses so guesses where punctuation should go on the visual words.)

Bonnie Henry needs to not only be fired, but to be tried by a people's court for what she has done. There are some politicians who need to be 'defrocked' and standing there in court alongside her facing the same judgment.

It was probably around 11:40 a.m. when my brother returned to his bedroom for some rest before leaving for the day to socialize. My wife had gotten up around 10 a.m.

I returned to my own bedroom without conversation with her as she fussed in the kitchen; and before noon, I was in bed seeking a needed nap that did not see me rise until around 1:30 p.m. this sunny day.

These caffeine-free Sabbath fasts are not pleasant when one is something of a caffeine addict. I could fairly easily spend much of the afternoon in bed just fading in and out of consciousness as I weather the time until I am finally able to dine and enjoy some T.V.

Note that when my brother ran his morning errand for Bev, I did weather the chilly backyard tool shed for a set of pull-ups (four), a set of chin-ups (three), and a set of pull-ups between two bars (three). I held that final pull-up at highest elevation for a 15-count. And I finished with a dozen slow full-range push-ups on the wooden floor.

Just ahead of 4:30 p.m. I weighed myself while fully naked: 178 pounds.

It is almost dark right now. Before I eat, I am going to tune in a Christmas movie and enjoy some beer, and do my best to feel seasonally emotional. I will finish this post later in the evening.

oooooooooooooo

I grew so ridiculously sleepy after eating and then having a second can of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol), but I was okay through the movie ─ 2017's Home for Christmas Day.

I was pleased that Catherine Bell seemed to have the lead role, but her character was to be the flaw for me in a full enjoyment of the movie. Her character was too often overbearing and possessive, and had a true knack for lashing out and hurting people ─ I have had too much of that from certain women in my life.

I first perked right up when the character's 18-year-old daughter ─ working in a diner ─ encounters in the diner a tall, good-looking soldier played by Anthony Konechny. The actress ─ Matreya Fedor, who was totally unknown to me ─ was absolutely believable and realistic in her reactions.

Things rather bogged down for a long while after that when Catherine Bell's character started playing the know-it-all over-protective widowed mother, but at least the movie was still very interesting.

And although I half-expected how the movie was going to turn out, it was still an emotional finish.

So I do recommend it. I watched it using the CINEMA HD app that I have downloaded into our Android TV Box, but it is readily available online if you have a decent ad-blocker on your browser.

Three sources I know of are MoviesJoy, or UpMovies (at this website I didn't notice any rude pop-ups or commercial attempts at browser hijacking before the movie began), or M4uHD.

It was after the movie that my weariness started trying to overpower me ─ maybe I should have introduced some caffeine back into my system, but I want to wait until tomorrow.

I finished watching the last half hour or so ─ my third sitting ─ of a more than two-hour (2:11:17) BitChute video I began two evenings ago at the NoFriendsJustFacts channel: Ep.8 Heal Your Mitochondria w/ Urotherapy And Cutting Edge Regenerative Medicine (Disease In Reverse.

Host Jonathan Otto's commentaries between segments of the video could sometimes become long, so I did skip through some of it. Likewise with the daughter of one woman who gave testimony ─ it was very nice that the adult daughter wanted to give her own perspective of how her mother completely improved and what that meant to the family, but I was really only interested in the means of the improvement.

I need more convincing before I am ready to give the therapy a whirl.

Okay, I must call blogging quits for this time. I will not be rising until 4 a.m., at which point I will have a stiff mug of instant coffee with the works.

And maybe I will manage to get away by 5:45 a.m. on the 5.625-mile round trip hike to do some grocery shopping ─ leaving that much ahead of 6 a.m. will allow me some time to exercise at the elementary school, although I fully expect things there will be iced over again. We shall see. At least I will not have to feel myself rushed in the walk to make the store by its 7 a.m. opening.

It will surprise me if my wife comes home tonight. Such is my life and marriage.

It is 9:30 p.m.

Hope for Tomorrow

For the second consecutive night, I found myself wide awake in the midnight hour despite having my cellphone alarm set for 1:30 a.m. to get me up to ready for a five-mile+ walk. The problem last night, though, was not because of a bit too much alcohol. Instead I was unduly thirsty due to my salty supper.

Usually I have a mug of water at hand, but apparently last night I stupidly forgot to put any water into the mug.

A cautious peek outside my bedroom door found the bathroom occupied by my youngest stepson who was anon to shower; and my wife was obviously home, fussing about downstairs in the kitchen.

I was hooped.

By the way, she had slipped under my bedroom door the $810 she is supposed to pay a lawyer firm this month. I was not to learn until mid-morning why she gave it to me. She assumed that I had that much in my private account, and that I could make her payment online.

The truth is that I doubt that I can access even $150.

Anyway, I did return to bed to attempt to relax, but after maybe 15 minutes I realized how futile wasting time in bed was ─ better I rose and slowly began readying for my walk so that I could be back and have more time thereafter to spend in bed.

Fortunately, my stepson did finish his shower, and then my wife made quick use of the bathroom before going to bed for the night. And no one was the wiser that I was up and preparing to leave in due course on my walk.

An online check revealed the claim that it was a mere degree above freezing hereabouts; and dressed for my walk, I weighed 191 pounds.

It was 1:55 a.m. when I left, and it was definitely cold out there.

When I stopped at the elementary school playground three or four blocks away for some pull-ups and chin-ups, I found the equipment caked with frozen condensation ─ the undersides of everything were irregular with frozen droplets that never had a chance to drip off when the condensation was still wet.

I could not exercise. I could not do it bare-handed; and my thin gloves would fast become dampened, and thereafter pose hugely problematic anytime I extracted my metal Titan baton flashlight stun gun from the gym-style carrying bag I tote it in. I needed dry gloves to be holding it for any length of time, for the metal would already be growing wretchedly cold.

I at least did 10 slow full-range push-ups in a declined posture on the cement ramp that is nearby, and resolved to stop at the playground on my return, for by then it would not matter much when my gloves became damp.

I was wearing my inferior no-name AliExpress boots, but I have to admit that they were not unduly exacerbating to that inflamed long musculature outside my left shin ─ this is a development that arose three nights ago when I should not have hustled as I did along a ¾-mile stretch of irregular terrain.

The inflammation can ultimately become so severe that it prevents me from rising up onto the 'ball' or forefoot, and thereby prevents proper stepping. I can become lame, finding myself forced to walk flat-footed.

Yes, I did find myself courting that state, but I was cautious, and it only became truly threatening when I was within a mile of returning home.

I had one wildlife experience. I was walking the forested side of 100th Avenue from 140th Street to 148th Street, and was at this point drawing reasonably near to where 144th Street abuts 100th Avenue (Google Map).

I noticed what I assessed was a fairly large coyote cross the avenue from the forest to the mouth of 144th Street. Then as I got nearer, it came back to the avenue and moved somewhat erratically about the median until it finally crossed entirely and apparently merged back into the forest.

I was not inclined to walk directly past the area where it had disappeared, so I crossed to the opposite side of the avenue and walked along there until well past that questionable section.

Along another unpopulated avenue that only had forest on both sides, I made some time by slowly jogging in a flat-footed style anytime there was no traffic ─ which was the rule at that time of night.

Once I was back to the school playground, I had lost my earlier limberness, but I still attempted some exercising. I tackled a set of pull-ups, and was able to maintain enough of a grip to manage three repetitions. By then, the warmth of my hands through my fairly thin gloves completely melted the spots where I had gripped the bar, but my gloves were of course also wet.

I then tried chin-ups and used the melted handholds I had created, but the metal bar was unpleasantly cold. I only managed two repetitions, but I had no desire to exercise any further ─ my hands were far too cold from the freezing metal.

Next time I intend to bring along a second ─ and thicker ─ pair of gloves; they will be actual cold-weather gloves.

I was very pleased to get home and discover it to only be 3:50 a.m. ─ I had nicely succeeded in coming back in under two hours.

It may have been as much as 5:10 a.m. before I was back in bed, but sleep was not easily resourced.

I could have risen soon after 8 a.m., but I waited until nearer 8:30 a.m.

My poor wife was up by mid-morning at latest. Perhaps she had a full workday today at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, but I was of the impression that she had an appointment sometime at a bank to try and persuade them to extend her enough of a line of credit to pay off several thousands of dollars of debts she has recently ─ and foolishly ─ generated.

Maybe the bank appointment was during the 3 - 4:30 p.m. daily break when the restaurant shuts down. She did text me ─ at 3:14 p.m. ─ confirmation of payment at a bank of the $810 the lawyer firm was expecting, so I downloaded and E-mailed that confirmation to them on her behalf.

She was two days late with the payment, but her usual contact was out of office this week, so she was not being harassed for payment.

It was maybe 10 a.m. this morning when she left us for the day.

As for morning T.V. with my younger brother, I used our Android TV Box to tune in just two videos ─ both were added today to Rumble's A Warrior Calls channel.

• Evil Gate Keepers In Your Face (livestreamed November 23)

• The BAR...Gate Keepers of Evil

Guest: Mike Gill

That second video is indicated as having also been livestreamed on November 23, but Christopher James identifies in its introduction that he is recording the interview on either November 20 or 21 (I now forget). So how is it a livestream on November 23?

I have not before heard of Mike Gill, so everything he talked about was pretty much bewildering and disconnected, but Christopher James seemed to be in tune with the man's story. I have to admit that it was touching at the end when Mike Gill had an emotional break.

It is presently nearing 6 p.m. and I want to have a bath, so I am going to have my own break. 

Unfortunately, it was already 5:30 p.m. before I realized the time ─ I am beginning a Sabbath fast as of sunset, and that supposedly happened at 4:21 p.m. In other words, I can not now eat or drink anything but water until after dark tomorrow ─ and I only had one meal today.

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I am missing that second meal! Normally I am not hungry at this point in my evening ─ I do not want to even allow myself any alcohol.

And so I watched an episode of Supergirl without food or drink to accompany it ─ episode 15 ("Hope for Tomorrow") of season six. I even watched a little bit more of a two-hour video I have on the go involving urotherapy.

I must say, I am not keen on getting up at 1:30 a.m. to try and be away ahead of 2 a.m. on a frigid five-mile+ walk on an empty stomach.

Okay, 9 p.m. is almost here, so I had best close down this post and start paving the way for a sensibly early bedtime.

By the way, at the end of my Sabbath fast last Saturday, my fully naked weight was 179 pounds. I kept forgetting to mention that.

Who's Truly Pulling the Strings?

There is little doubt in my mind that last evening's bit of drinking adversely affected my sleep. I did get to bed reasonably early in the evening, but I was so very awake during the midnight hour that I believe that I just decided to rise around 12:57 a.m. or so and spare myself the wait of my 1:30 a.m. cellphone alarm and then having to rush in readying for my five-mile+ walk.

An online check of the temperature hereabouts fetched the claim of 3.3° Celsius (37.94° F.), so I dressed accordingly, and still weighed no more than 191 pounds at worst.

And I was on my way at 1:42 a.m.

There was a fair amount of mist out there for the first mile or so (and of course, this local phenomenon held during my return home), and the sky seemed clear.

The elementary school playground equipment three or four blocks from here was drenched in condensation, but I did not attempt to wipe any of the metal jungle gym monkey bars dry ─ I tackled six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups bare-handed as was.

Even so, I still managed four and then two pull-ups in the first set; three and then two chin-ups in the second set; and finally, two pull-ups between two bars in each of the final two sets, holding the very last pull-up at highest elevation for a 15-count.

I also did 10 slow full-range push-ups in a declined posture on a cement ramp.

Now, about that stressed long muscle alongside the outside of my left shin ─ even before I was quite halfway through my walk, it was threatening to make me lame, by which I mean that I am no longer able to rise up onto the forefoot or ball of the foot in order to properly step. It forces me to essentially walk flatfooted with that leg.

I had to walk temperately and not push the pace, but even so there were to be a couple of occasions when the lameness did start to set in, but it was oddly and fortunately relatively temporary. However, during the last half mile, the situation was becoming dire enough.

I have been thinking that the muscle sensitivity is mainly the lower half of my lower leg, but today I now realize that the musculature is sensitive to the touch right up to just below the knee.

It does not hurt. It only become terrifically sensitive and ─ when walking ─ disabling or crippling.

Tonight's walk will see me wearing my lousy no-name AliExpress boots that I tend to decry, so this may well prove to be exceptionally problematic.

Anyway, I was back home last night by 3:39 a.m., so I did manage to come in under two hours, which is quite good. That ought not likely to occur tonight with the footwear I will have on.

My wife was still not home. She had gone out "for supper" early last evening, and her youngest son and his girlfriend left soon thereafter (the eldest lad is in Thailand); I was to later discover that the supper may have been in celebration somewhere of the lad's 26th birthday, which I was thinking was not set to occur until sometime in December.

Honestly, I do not know the exact birth dates of either of the boys ─ only their mother.

I do not know what became of my wife last night, but the lad did return at some point. She only showed up towards the end of the noon hour today and essentially went directly to bed (I had just sought a nap in my own bed ─ we have separate bedrooms; so we never spoke). She did, though, likely converse with my brother, for I heard him exit his bedroom right after I heard her enter the house.

But returning to the early a.m., I actually got back to bed a little ahead of 5 a.m., and I was to remain there until shortly before 8:30 a.m.

When I later joined my brother for some T.V. around 9:15 - 9:20 a.m. and he invited me to put our Android TV Box into action, we were to only watch one video. It was over 1¾ hours (1:50:19), and was Odessa Orlewicz's latest from yesterday: Today's Geopolitical Nightmare. Who's Truly Pulling The Strings? With Matt Ehret.

I hope that all people in the freedom community can take this voyage with Matt as to how we got to the place we are in today, and how we are being played by an even bigger picture than many of us understand. Matt has appeared on many high profile shows including " Man In America" recently. Matthew is a journalist and co-founder of https://risingtidefoundation.net He is the Editor-in-Chief of Canadian Patriot Review, https://canadianpatriot.org Senior Fellow at the American University of Moscow and co-host of The Great Game on Rogue News, Breaking History on Badlands Media and Connecting the Dots on TNT Radio. He has authored the book series “The Untold History of Canada”, https://canadianpatriot.org/untold-history-of-canada-books/ "Science Unshackled" https://canadianpatriot.org/2023/11/18/new-release-science-unshackled-restoring-causality-to-a-world-in-chaos-by-matthew-ehret-277-pages/ and the recently published book series “The Clash of the Two Americas.” https://canadianpatriot.org/2023/01/13/now-available-clash-of-the-two-americas-vol-4-the-anglo-venetian-roots-of-the-deep-state-432-pages/

This was our first exposure to Matthew Ehret. Unfortunately, Odessa seemed to be expecting him to cover far too much, and the poor guy was not afforded the time to properly detail the various segments he was expected to elaborate upon.

It was all rather confusing, really.

My brother opted to skip out on the tail end of the video, heading on up to his bedroom to rest around 11:05 a.m., but I kept it rolling all the way through.

Due to my brother's withdrawal, I was able to eat and then seek my nap unusually early this sunny day.

I never did have much communication with my wife. When she finally rose, she showered and otherwise readied to work the latter part of the day ─ the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time re-opens each day at 4:30 p.m. following a midday closure.

Actually, our only conversation was as she was leaving on her fairly long drive ─ she announced that she had sent me an E-mail containing an e-Transfer to cover the $810 she was expected to pay a lawyer firm on behalf of her default in paying a credit card I had no association with.

This payment would be her fourth, I believe, of six monthly payments she is expected to pay the legal firm in order to avoid legal action.

Or maybe it's only her third?

Whatever the case, there is nothing I can do with the money ─ my day-to-day financial institution does not have the lawyer firm as a potential bill payee.

My wife had directed that I deposit the money into her account if I could not make the payment, and she would withdraw it and do it herself. However, it was only as she was backing out of the driveway that I remembered that she has a negative balance of about twice this payment ─ the negative balance is due to an overdraft arrangement that she had gotten set up and which she then treated as a credit card, withdrawing cash she does not have.

So if I make an online deposit of her e-Transfer, it will disappear towards paying down the overdraft.

To even deposit the money into my own account is far too risky ─ it happened previously that the financial institution pillaged every cent from my account even though it is a personal account and not one of our joint accounts, and used the money to pay down another negative balance she had created.

Consequently, I think it best to wait until tonight when I can make the transfer deposit into my account, and then withdraw the money when I go out on my walk.

I texted her about this problem at 4:02 p.m., but she has not responded. 

At present, it is 6:14 p.m. ─ I am going to take a break to have some supper and a can of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol) and watch some T.V.

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At 6:41 p.m. while I was early into an episode of The Flash ─ episode 15 ("Enemy at the Gates") of season seven ─ my wife texted me back and agreed that the deposit had best not be done, and she observed that it was likely best that she retract the e-Transfer.

I responded back suggesting that I could still make the deposit later tonight and then withdraw the money when I was out on my walk, but I have since discovered that she did indeed cancel the e-Transfer invite.

I just hope to Blazes that she does not blow the money by maybe visiting the casino tonight that she is addicted to.

I did only drink one can of malt ─ and that prior to eating ─ so my sleep should be unaffected in any adverse sense.

Incidentally, I watched more video information on urotherapy, but the video exceeds two hours; I stopped after an hour, and will finish watching it in a day or two. When I am done with it, I will report about it.

I had best start readying for bed ─ it is nearly 9:15 p.m.