Gone Grit

My brother roused last evening when I took over the T.V. and began operating our Android TV Box. I think that I may have facilitated his revival by playing a women's MMA match on YouTube, but I am only speculating.

When he became alert, I then tuned in an episode of Chicago Fire ─ I believe that it was episode 10 ("An Officer with Grit") of season 10.

Then it was Chicago P.D. ─ episode 15 ("Gone") of series nine.

And finally, it was Wolf Creek ─ episode four ("Opalville") of season one.

My brother strongly concurred with me that he has been inspired to never openly allow himself to let his guard down with a stranger, no matter how endearing that person may be. I think that this has reinforced his timidity about ever moving away to live far from people he knows ─ drunkenness is so vital to him that he needs to have safe drinkers near at hand, even if it means that he remains here until the approach of 'The End'.

Anyway, at the episode's conclusion ─ and each show's dramatic interest kept him conscious to some degree ─ he requested 'something short'.

I tuned in a British sitcom ... only to see that he had swiftly passed out.

So I killed the episode, the Android TV Box, and the T.V., and left him snoring there in the darkened living room. I came here upstairs to wind things up on various fronts on my bedside computer, and believe that I became aware of him rousing and turning the T.V. back on.

But I remember nothing more. All told I had consumed four cans of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol) and better than a shot of Kraken Black Spiced Rum (47% alcohol). Even so, I lack the understanding of why I lack remembrance. I do not even have an idea on when I retired.

This morning I was awake ahead of 8 a.m., and tried hard to gain further sleep, but it could not be done. So I rose well after the advent of 8 a.m., expecting that my brother would anon be rising, for he would have to leave around 10:10 a.m. to pick up his girlfriend Bev two miles distant to drive her the three or so blocks to work that he has become ensnared in doing.

I felt poorly from inadequate sleep and alcohol abuse. Yet my brother never emerged from his bedroom until at least 9:45 a.m., and even then he appeared wasted.

We both need a different trajectory in our lives.

I had bided time by watching a couple of women's MMA matches on T.V., but when he joined me I resumed that last half hour or so of the video we had parted from yesterday ─ a 2½-hour (2:32:59) documentary at Rumble's WTFLouie channel added December 20: An Epoch Times Documentary The Final War, The 100-Year Plot to Defeat America.

AS IF we don't have enough enemies! The WHO, WEF, UN, Fabians & Masons, here comes China into the limelight as aggressors. An Epoch Times Documentary The Final War, The 100-Year Plot to Defeat America
An unprecedented combination of personal story and geopolitical struggle, history, and present, “The Final War” follows Epoch Times reporters and top China watchers through their journeys of awakening to the CCP threat. To say the least, the Chinese Communist Party (CCP) is a mystery to most Americans. But behind the party jargon, unpredictable actions, and ever-changing face lies the Party’s vicious plot, with America at the very heart of it. How dangerous are Beijing’s tactics in Afghanistan, the Russia-Ukraine war, and the Taiwan Strait? Behind the most dire issues of our time, what is the CCP’s underlying strategy toward the United States? Why is the Chinese regime promoting the idea of “World War III”?
Original upload Here:
https://rumble.com/v41n87x-the-final-war.html

We both used to have much credence in the Epoch Times and its work, but this was such a pathetically narrow view on the present dangers we are facing that we could barely sit through the entire production. Not a word was said of the deadly SARS-CoV-2 jab, nor the fake pandemic, and the DARPA genesis of both.

Neither was it even implied that there is a 'Deep State' at work taking over the U.S. 

Rather, the video was a jingoist pile of steaming propaganda. Sure, the CCP is every bit as vile as presented; but so is the 'entity' behind the UN, the WTO, the WHO, and a host of other organizations and individuals and even families.

Note that the documentary was apparently unleashed last year in mid-November.

I next tuned in Christopher James Pritchard ─ yesterday's addition to his Rumble A Warrior Calls channel: Avalanche of Truth Arrives - December 25th 2023 i Show the World.

My wife ─ who had arrived home at some point overnight following her evening 'shift' at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time ─ rose late into that last video.

I cannot recall hearing her come home last night, so maybe I was asleep by then. (We have separate bedrooms.)

My brother was not to gain any further bed rest following our morning T.V. Apparently the drinking buddy he usually meets once a week to play pool with was set to rendezvous with him, so my desperately weak (socially) brother set off to begin drinking again for the remainder of the day.

I remained up a little longer than I wanted to due to my wife, but I finally did seek the nap I needed.

She was still here when I rose (she had another latter day shift beginning at 4:30 p.m.), and was concluding a meal of a crab dish she had been cooking when I sought my nap.

I have no idea why she keeps preparing crab and squid and various shellfish for meals ─ no one but her has appetite for this fare to the level that she does. It is a waste of money.

I tokenly had a little of what she prepared; and then when she left, I ate more sensibly. I had to eat before dark and the start of my Sabbath fast.

I was also feeling quite anxious, so I tuned in an episode of Black Lightning ─ episode 10 ("The Book of Markovia: Chapter One: Blessings and Curses Reborn") of season three; and along with more supper, I downed a can of Cariboo Malt.

But it was inadequate to dull my anxiety, so I opened the bottle of Sambuca I bought last evening and indulged in two or three ounces. However, it took me well into darkness when I should have been observing my fast.

I will extend it accordingly tomorrow evening.

I must anon get to bed reasonably early this evening, for I intend to rise at 1:30 a.m. to ready for a five-mile+ walk. 

I did exercise a little this morning out in the backyard tool shed after my brother left to run his errand for Bev, and I engaged five pull-ups in a first set, three chin-ups in a second set, and three pull-ups between two bars in a third set which saw the final pull-up held for better than a 20-count.

I finished with 13 slow full-range push-ups on the shed's wooden floor. But that is all the activity that I have had today.

Honestly, I would love to watch a Christmas movie and get good and drunk, but it is not time for such. In fact, today is a bath day, so I must take care of that scheduled event ─ even though it is now nearly 8 p.m.

Bedtime is not far off.