Really Hard Truths

Yesterday I neglected to mention that in the morning my younger brother and I watched a 37-minute (37:48) interview added on January 24 to Rumble's Tucker Carlson channel: The Trudeau Regime Just Got a Whole Lot Worse.

Whatever happened to the truckers who dared to protest Justin Trudeau? Some of them are still in jail, years later. Trucker Gord Magill joins Tucker Carlson to explain how darkness has descended on Canada.

As I wrote at the end of that day's post, I sought a goodly early evening nap ─ probably no later than 7:15 p.m. ─ because my brother had shown up at the ludicrously early time of 6 p.m.

I wanted to have a latter evening walk; or failing that, a very early wee a.m. walk. Neither would be possible if I began spending the evening with my probably drunken brother trying to watch shows with him.

As a rule, the only reason he is likely to come home so early is because he already got plastered.

So shut up in my bedroom to avoid entanglement with him, I decided to try to nap away much of the evening. And maybe I would rouse to find him passed out, which might allow me to make my escape unnoticed.

Wow! Did I ever nap!

I never roused enough to care to check the time until something like 12:48 a.m. ─ over 5½ hours later! I rarely sleep that well, even overnight. My brother had not only gone to bed, but even my wife was home from work and in her bed for the night (we have separate bedrooms).

My eldest stepson was apparently still up, but by the time I had slowly readied for my five-mile+ walk, he had retired for the night.

Supposedly it was 5.8° Celsius (42.44° F.) out there, and supposedly 6.2° Celsius (43.16° F.) by the time I was back two hours later.

My fully clothed body weight bizarrely ranged from 186 to 189 pounds ─ I tried at least three times and never got the same reading.

It was 2:58 a.m. when I left here, and 4:57 a.m. by the time I was back.

There was never any rain, but when early into my walk I stopped at a nearby elementary school three or four blocks from here for six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups, I had to wipe a metal bar dry because it was dripping wet.

I did not do myself proud: four and then two pull-ups in the first two sets; three and then two chin-ups in the next two sets; and just two pull-ups between a pair of wet gymnastics-style rings in the final two sets. I held the very last of the ring pull-ups for a 20-count, but it was almost excruciating.

And then I barely managed 11 slow full-range push-ups in a declined position on a cement ramp.

I recollect nothing else meriting mention, except that for the first time since I have owned my Titan baton flashlight stun gun for many months now, I (accidentally) had it discharge ─ twice ─ while I was seeking the flashlight mode.

At least I have verified evidence that it works! I never knew for certain.

I was not back to bed until ... well, I think that I am guessing, but let's say 6:10 a.m.

I have to confess that I prefer these 3 a.m. hikes over earlier ones. Sure, they signify that I will be returning to bed later in the morning than I might like; but there is far, far less street and pedestrian traffic abroad than there is between midnight and 2 a.m.

Yet I was up this morning by around (maybe) 8:15 a.m., beating out my brother.

When we got together at 9 a.m. and then 10 or so minutes later he turned the T.V. over to me so that I could put our Android TV Box into action, I led us off with darling Anita Krishna's latest video (35:39) added yesterday to Rumble's AKStraightSpeaks channel: A Veteran's Bank Account Frozen by Unreasonable Emergency Act.

Canadian Veteran Eddie Cornell who launched legal action against the unlawful Emergency Act speaks about the federal court decision, his experience in Ottawa and having his bank account frozen by the Liberal Government.

Then it was over to a video added today to Rumble's AWarriorCalls channel: REAL HARD TRUTHS...THEN WE FIGHT/END THIS EVIL

It ran well over 1¼ hours.

My brother sought bed rest towards its conclusion; and I rather hurriedly had a meal and was to bed for a likely failed nap attempt thereafter, but at least I did rest deeply. I was anxious to get at the nap before my wife rose and began tying me up with one thing or another.

My brother left for the day while I was abed.

My wife only had to work this latter afternoon (the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time re-opens at 4:30 p.m. after a daily closure at 3 p.m.). She rather disturbed me as she was leaving by ─ just as she did yesterday ─ asking if my monthly pension income had been deposited today.

I cannot believe that she is solicitous of me ─ rather, I soundly believe that she wishes to grasp as much as she can get while I still have some of it and before I pay bills or use any of it for myself.

Well, I was not paid. So likely on Monday, then.

I embarked upon a Sabbath fast at dark this evening, but I ensured that beforehand I had allowed myself time to watch some T.V. and enjoy a supper and two cans of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol) and a shot of Kraken Black Spiced Rum (47% alcohol).

My first T.V. choice was a 2013 Christmas movie that I seemed to have overlooked in the past ─ maybe because I expected that it was a Black-centric comical farce. I want romantic Christmas movies ─ the emotional Hallmark types that break me down when I am drinking as I lose myself into them.

Christmases that I might have once dreamed of, but which I am now too old to ever be able to live.

Surprisingly, this movie was really quite good; and I only tuned it in because sweetheart actress Alicia Witt had a very secondary role: A Madea Christmas. The lead actress was probably Tika Sumpter ─ an exceptionally beautiful Black lass whom I was totally unfamiliar with.

The movie was a farce in that the titular character ─ outspoken and loudmouth Great Aunt (to Tika's character) Madea ─ was played by a man.

I know nothing of the "Madea" movie franchise, but evidently there are quite a number of movies featuring the character. If by chance you are curious about A Madea Christmas, try this link at UpMovies.com.

I was actually left feeling sufficient emotion that in order to quell it ─ I wanted to watch more Christmas fare and drink further ─ that I finally chose to watch what remained (better than half) of an episode of The Rookie that I had to suddenly shut down early last evening due to my brother's unwelcome 6 p.m. appearance home.

This one was episode 17 ("The Enemy Within") of season five. And I now see that the story arc concludes with an episode of The Rookie: Feds, a series I gave up on because the lead character was too unrealistic and unbelievable. But I reckon now I am going to have to at least tune in that specific one episode.

Anyway, The Rookie half-episode did cure me of my lapse into Christmas movie emotion, so my Sabbath fast is in proper effect and will last until after dark tomorrow.

There will be no T.V. this evening with my brother ─ not when I cannot drink. The plan is an early a.m. walk, so I will be getting to bed reasonably early this evening.

From the sound of it out there through my partially open bedroom window, it has been raining. Maybe not especially hard, but who knows what is ahead in several hours?

It is now after 8:30 p.m., so I am considering today's post complete. I will update in tomorrow's post.

I must be prepared to get to bed if my brother suddenly arrives home before I have already chosen to retire for what remains of the evening.