"Jane and the Truth Snake"

It is not unlikely that I failed to get into bed last evening until maybe a couple of minutes past 9:30 p.m., my cellphone alarm set for 1:30 a.m. to get me up to slowly begin readying for a five-mile+ walk.

And that alarm chime did indeed rally me, although I do not believe myself to have been asleep at the time.

I was to see that my eldest stepson was apparently sitting up downstairs at the dining table watching videos on a laptop, so it was going to be necessary for me to have to sneak away.

By the time I was set to leave, my fully clothed weight was around 187 pounds.

I was to find everything dripping wet out there, but the temperature was relatively mild, and there was no trace of rain falling from the overcast sky. Nevertheless, I considered not bothering to stop at the nearby elementary school playground for my usual half dozen sets of pull-ups and chin-ups because I did not feel up to contending with the wet equipment.

However, by the time I had walked the three or four blocks to that point, I decided to stop in. And once I had done that, I chose to see how well I would be able to wipe dry one of the metal jungle gym monkey bars.

And so it was that I did engage those movements ─ four and then two pull-ups in the first two sets; three and then two chin-ups in the second two sets; and a rather poor showing of two pull-ups in each of the final two sets performed between a pair of wet plastic-coated gymnastics-style rings.

I had given quite a bash to the two rings I would be using, intending to knock off most of the heavy drops of water on them. However, they were still wet, and my bare hands had an insecure grip. The very last of those pull-ups was so shabby due to my slipping grip that I had no hope of attempting to hold the less than ideal pull-up for the usual 20-count, so I did not even try to.

Lately I have been making it a point to descend to a hang and 'flare my lats' for one to two seconds before rallying into the next elevation, and those first four sets left me rather depleted by the time I came to attempt the rings ─ pulling up between the insecure rings is considerably more difficult than just doing pull-ups or chin-ups on a bar because one must also struggle to keep the rings fixed in place. They are suspended from at least a metre (yard) of swingable chain.

I concluded my exercising with the usual 11 slow full-range push-ups in a declined posture on a sloping cement ramp.

I was to lose quite a lot of time after I began ascending Quibble Creek Greenway from Fraser Highway (Google Map).

I had gotten a bit better than midway to that very short spur of the Greenway that joins to 138-A Street when through the woods that obscure that street, I noticed an extremely bright light moving all about.

That halted me in my tracks, for it was moving quite swiftly, and I was unsure that it was not somebody who might suddenly burst through the woods ─ it was all rather mysterious. One of my usual concerns along that unlit paved Greenway is that I might encounter someone walking their loose and aggressive dog.

I stood and watched as the intermittently hidden light moved approximately apace with the progress I had theretofore been making. And then it reached the spur, and came along there to the Greenway.

It was indeed someone bearing an exceedingly bright light; but in accompaniment were what obviously had to be two loose dogs casting about as loose energetic dogs do ─ one was decked in an array of red lights, the other in lights of blue or green.

Fortunately they all proceeded 'up' the Greenway in the direction I had meant to go, so I felt myself to have wasted enough time in this enterprise, for I was not about to trail along behind the three ─ the dogs might not be unaware me for too long. Or the chap could decide not to travel all the way to 100th Avenue as was my intention, and instead turn about and start coming back towards me.

Feeling myself with no other sound option, I turned about and came back to Fraser Highway, and from there hiked over in the direction of 140th Street as I would have done along 100th Avenue.

So between exercising at the elementary school, and the time I further lost at Quibble Creek Greenway, I fully anticipated that I might be as much as 10 minutes over a full two hours on this outing.

But I very much fooled myself ─ I must have maintained a very commendable pace. I had begun my trek at 2:24 a.m., and I was back home at 4:28 a.m.

Note that when I was maybe 1½ miles from home on the return, it began raining.

Nobody was still up once I was back home, happily.

I cannot now recall when it was that I returned to bed ─ might it have been after 5:30 a.m.? Possibly.

After some sleep I was to find myself awake ahead of 8 a.m., but I was exceedingly short of needed sleep. I believed myself to have likely heard my younger brother go downstairs to have coffee and watch T.V.

It was too early for me ─ he will not give up the T.V. until 9:10 a.m. or so because of his fixation on watching the false news programmes, and I have no taste for them.

Still, I was too keyed up to be able to allow myself to sink back into sleep because I might do so overlong; thus I largely just lay there in a general stupor until maybe 8:45 a.m. before finally getting up for the morning.

When I did join my brother for coffee and T.V. and he greenlighted me to put our Android TV Box into gear, I led us off with a 52-minute (52:06) video streamed yesterday to Rumble's Tammy Cuthbert Garcia channel: Raw Milk Conspiracy 🥛, Plastic Related Diseases ♳, & Sugar Side Effects 🍩.

Today on Naturally Inspired Radio taking back your power, helping businesses grow, giving people choices for real health solutions, Amos Miller amish farmer, raw milk, government shut down, nutrition, big pharma, big insurance, FDA, recycling scam, fat free scam, science is funded, sugar, new sugar substitutes, plastic related diseases, thyroid problems caused by plastics, making the main thing the main thing and so much more…

Alas, Tammy's podcast format has changed since I last tuned her in. And I do not much like it, although I said nothing to my brother. However, not halfway through, he finally said that he had been exposed to his fill of her programme, so I shut it down.

I will not be checking in on her show again.

One thing I decidedly did not appreciate was her serving as a disc jockey, playing loud Country songs for extended periods while just sitting there and saying nothing ─ just smiling at the camera. Sure, she is a darned attractive young woman, but I did not tune in to just stare at her. I want to spend my time informatively.

Even when she did say anything during these unwanted / unnecessary musical interludes, she could barely be heard over the volume of the music she was playing.

I can listen to Country music on my own ─ heck, I can even watch the recorded live performances if that is what I want. I do not need to have my time wasted by staring at Tammy playing her choices in Country music. That was not why I tuned in her show.

And that's too bad. As I said, I will not be back to sample her show.

So next I tuned in another stream recorded yesterday, but which well exceeded an hour (1:09:22), at Rumble's Laura-Lynn Tyler Thompson channel: Canadian Wrong Think to be Legislated.

Today we will be looking into Trudeau’s proposed Online Harms Bill and what that might mean for online shows like ours and even the free speech of ordinary Canadians.
Our guest today is Nik Coleman from Coleman Television. Nik has worked in the Broadcast industry for over 40 years and will be here to talk about his new documentary, ‘People Like Us’ which looks at a group in Oklahoma who established a learning centre in Oklahoma providing free lifetime care for adults with learning disabilities.
Coleman Television: colemantelevision.com

After this video came two videos from YouTube's Talasbuan channel:

• Off Grid Life | The making of a log to a timberhouse Uploaded January 29, 2019 (25:31)

Episode thirty-one, in which we're preparing a log for the house

This is a very interesting video of a guy making a log with historical tools:    • Virkesberedning - Rekonstruktionen av...  

This is a vlog about our struggles and joys of living off the grid in the forests of Jämtland, Sweden.

• Off Grid Life | Hardships Uploaded March 2, 2019 (16:00)

Episode thirty-two, in which we're experiencing some hardships

And we finished up with an episode of Coupling ─ episode five ("Jane and the Truth Snake") of season or series two. I have to say that character Jane (played by actress Gina Bellman) and her loss of conversational control of her own sock puppet was hilarious! She has tended to be my least favourite of the three main female characters, but this sure helped elevate her.

My wife had risen early enough this morning that I thought perhaps she was going to have a full workday. And although she did head away at her usual morning time for one of her full days, she explained that she was off to the Thai temple in Burnaby.

She had not returned yet when my brother sought bed rest around noon, but she did get home while I was having my day's first meal during the noon hour.

And then she prevailed upon me to dredge up her T4s (Statements of Remuneration Paid) for Tax Years 2021, 2022, and 2023. This caught me entirely off guard, for I did not have any of them printed out, so I had to seek for them here with my computer.

Suffice to say that my brother was to later emerge from his bedroom and then head off on foot to catch the first of two buses for him to rendezvous with one or more drinking buddies of his at a neighbourhood pub he does not normally frequent except on these occasions.

I needed my nap, or my later day would be a loss. And so when my chance came ─ possibly around 1:40 p.m. ─ I said nothing to my wife and simply shut myself up in my bedroom and attempted to ease out of my guilt and relax into some sleep.

It was not particularly easy. And when finally I did managed a short nap and roused just past 3 p.m., a concern was realized ─ specifically, my wife had already left for her latter afternoon work start. This always makes me feel rather bad, not being available to see her off.

I want to get out this evening for some sort of walk so that I will not have to get to bed early and have a walk in the wee a.m. Since I only have five cans of beer on hand, I am determined to try and make the four-mile round trip hike to the nearest government liquor store to buy a dozen.

I could ride tomorrow morning with my brother when he goes to pick up his girlfriend Bev and drive her to work, but it would mean the loss of any morning exercising unless I scrapped all notions of an evening walk later today and got to bed early for another wee a.m. outing like I had last night.

But I would like to sit up late this evening to watch some T.V. with my brother and have some beer.

If I do not buy any myself this evening and have some other sort of evening walk, then my next opportunity to ride with my brother that would not see me sacrificing any morning exercising would not be until Tuesday ─ I cannot possibly extend five cans of beer that far.

It is already well past 6:30 p.m., and that liquor store closes at 9 p.m.

I am feeling some slight eyestrain, so I ought to rest my eyes, but I would want to be on my way by 8 p.m.

This is where I feel I must end today's post.

Snow Away!

The intention had been nursed yesterday that I might undertake a brand new walk route in the evening, but when I left home the combined blowing rain and snow was already threatening me with brain freeze, and it was apparent that I was at some risk of becoming quite wet.

Consequently I scrapped the novel hike and just resumed the usual familiar five-mile+ route.

Fortunately the wind was only an issue for me within 1½ miles of home ─ both going and returning. And the snow did blanket the ground with white everywhere, providing me with welcome cushioning for the occasional jogging that I undertook to both generate body heat and to shorten the duration of my outing.

I arrived back home to find my younger brother planted before the T.V. in the living room.

Before joining him I spent some time tending to a few things, noticing that he had meantime passed out. Thus, when I finally did join him, I took the T.V. right over in order to give control to our Android TV Box. The intervening silence did rouse him, but I have little doubt that he had absolutely no idea that he had been watching anything.

Note that I had reversed my walk because my monthly pension had been directly deposited that day, and I wanted to make a withdrawal at my financial institution's ATM. Since I did not wish to be bearing the withdrawal for the major portion of my walk, I reversed it so that I would be able to access the $300 I was to extract while I was about a mile from my return home.

Then after I was home, I transferred all but something under $100 from the joint chequing account where the money had been deposited, over into my private account so that it would be safe from pilfering by my wife.

So what did I tune in over the evening for my brother and I to watch?

First was an episode of The Avengers ─ this time, season or series two's episode 11 ("Traitor in Zebra").

Then for a change of pace, an episode of The Graham Norton Show ─ this one was season or series 31's episode 16. She may not have contributed all that much as a guest, but I very much enjoyed Dakota Johnson. Her superheroine movie Madame Web looks both intriguing and exciting. Incidentally, I am unsure if I have ever watched her act in anything before.

My wife finally arrived home from work during Graham's show.

The last show we were to watch was Big Little Lies ─ episode six ("The Bad Mother") of season two. So, just one more episode to go, although Wikipedia says Nicole Kidman claims there is to be a third season.

After that, we just watched a couple of random YouTube videos via the SmartTube app that I have downloaded into our Android TV Box.

It is possible that I was to bed by maybe 2 a.m., and I had only drank two cans of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol).

My morning was to start around 8:20 a.m. when I rose. By then, there seemed no trace of snow ─ rain and mild temperatures had melted it.

When my brother and I got together around 9:15 a.m. for some T.V., I was only to tune in one show via our Android TV Box. It had been streamed on February 23 to Rumble's Bright Light News channel: ICS5 LIVE! DAY 1 FEB 23, 2024.

This video of the International Crisis Summit 5 held in Washington DC topped four hours, so we did not even watch half of it. My brother had left for at least 20 minutes soon after 10:10 a.m. to go and pick up his girlfriend Bev and drive her to work (affording me the opportunity for some exercise out in the backyard tool shed); and then at 11:30 a.m. he announced that he was seeking some early bed rest.

So I killed the video and brought my day's gatherings of a first meal here to my bedside computer. My brother could not possibly have napped, for he emerged from his bedroom and left for the day before I was to bed ere quite 12:45 p.m. for a too-short nap.

My wife rose during my nap and left on errands, returning around 3 p.m. She has today off work.

It has been quite a wet day, but I have not noticed it raining especially hard.

Or at least, that was so until a little ahead of 7 p.m. By then it was raining most efficiently out there!

I have a wee a.m. walk planned for which I intend to be rising at 1:30 a.m. to ready for, so I am hoping things calm down by then.

My wife prepared a most delicious supper, I must say. I thought afterwards to enjoy a beer while watching some T.V., but I managed to abstain from opening the can and watched Prodigal Son entirely dry. (A major reason for that is that I only have five cans remaining in my supply.)

The episode was season one's episode 17 ("Stranger Beside You"), and was most absorbing ─ it tends to be an excellent series of shows. 

Unfortunately for me, I just now got curious to see who the actress was portraying Eve, the younger adult sister of one of the victim's of Malcolm's mass murderer father. In seeking her name, I found this bit of identification in Wikipedia: "Molly Griggs as Eve Blanchard (season 1), Malcolm's deceased girlfriend, a lawyer who has an interest in fighting human trafficking".

So now I already know that they will be killing her off!

I am going to conclude this post here. It is already just past 8:30 p.m., and I ought to be in bed soon after 9 p.m.

Fighting for Our Values

It may have been a minute or two past 9:30 p.m. by the time I was to bed last evening, my cellphone alarm set for 1:30 a.m. to get me up to start slowly readying for a five-mile+ walk.

The house was in darkness, although my eldest stepson was working a 12-hour graveyard shift and his mother not home.

Once I was all set to go, I weighed in at a maximum of 189 pounds, and was dressed quite warmly because it was supposedly hovering around the freezing point out there.

I made my usual early stop at the nearby elementary school playground for a half dozen sets of pull-ups and chin-ups, finding the metal equipment perfectly dry (if quite chilly on bare hands).

I only managed three pull-ups in the first set, and two in each of the remaining five sets; and again as usual, I held the final pull-up between a pair of gymnastics-style rings for better than a 20-count.

I was barely able to complete the concluding 11 slow full-range push-ups in a declined position on a cement ramp.

There was nothing remarkable about the walk itself, except that by the time I was maybe 1½ miles from the return home, my hands were becoming remarkably cold in my fairly thin gloves ─ it was almost as if the gloves were damp. Consequently, I am supposing that the temperature probably dipped considerably below freezing.

I had left for the walk at 2:21 a.m., and was back by 4:18 a.m.

And back in bed by 6:08 or 6:09 a.m. where I was to remain until about 9 a.m., having to rise and dress rather sharply to soon enough join my younger brother downstairs for our usual morning T.V. together.

At one point in the morning I noticed errant bits of snow falling.

When I got my invitation from my brother to set our Android TV Box into play, I led things off with a 13-minute (13:14) video posted yesterday to Dr. William Makis's Substack: VIDEO - 37 year old Ontario mom Kayla Pollock injured by Moderna COVID-19 booster shot (Transverse Myelitis) - was offered euthanasia (MAID) by Canadian government, twice! (Feb.2024).

Then it was a 1½-hour (1:31:50) video added on February 22 to Rumble's Action4Canada channel: Fighting For Our Values With Tanya Gaw & Maxime Bernier - Feb 21, 2024.

Maxime Bernier, Leader of the People’s Party of Canada (PPC), joins Tanya Gaw on the Empower Hour to talk about the overwhelming number of critical issues we are facing in the next federal election. From failed mass immigration that is creating a security threat and a housing crisis, to the destruction of our economy, the global agenda, and the ongoing attacks against the Christian foundation of this nation, which is the core of our democracy and freedoms.

Refer to the full description at the video link, for there are far too many resource links for me to care to reproduce here.

After that, I tuned in a couple of videos from YouTube's Talasbuan channel:

• Uploaded December 28, 2018 (27:26): Off Grid Life | And so the winter came

Episode thirty, in which the snow came and the last ram is getting butchered. Theres also some nice footage from our trip to Vasa

This is a vlog about our struggles and joys of living off the grid in the forests of Jämtland, Sweden.

• Uploaded December 29, 2018 (4:38): A Night in a frosty National Park in Finland

This is Mathias and his friend spending an incredible night in a beautiful frosty National Park in Finland called Lauhanvuori

We're mostly making vlogs on this Channel about our of grid life att Talasbuan. You are welcome to join us here in our struggles and joys of living off the grid in the forests of Jämtland, Sweden.

By maybe 12:15 p.m., my brother was ready for some bed rest. I had my day's first meal, and was into my own bed for a nap just after 1 p.m. That is where I was when my brother sallied forth and then left for the day to socialize.

I was not in bed too very long ─ I may have risen around 2:15 p.m.

I was to notice later into the afternoon that we were experiencing a fine wet snow that was more like rain, for it was not accumulating.

I am considering an evening walk in order to spare me from having to undertake another in the wee a.m. overnight. But I have now noticed that the lawn is beginning to display the telltale white of the beginning of blanketing snow.

That was while it was still daylit out there. With the descending of dark, I had my day's third mug of strong instant coffee with the works while watching a very exciting episode of 9-1-1: Lone Star ─ it was episode six ("This Is Not a Drill") of season four.

I have to quit this post. It is already just past 7:30 p.m., and I must be away on that walk.

💀☠💀☠💀☠ We Shall See

My younger brother was home, conscious, and watching T.V. when I got back following my five-mile+ evening walk yesterday. It may have been around 10:30 p.m., and because he was involved in a Liam Neeson movie at APTN, that feature remained in play for another hour before he released the T.V. to me so that I could put our Android TV Box to work.

His movie was of course rather shredded for the sake of commercials, but research I have just done reveals it to have been 2019's Cold Pursuit.

As a result of the late start on the shows we watch in common, we were to only watch an episode of Edgar Wallace Mysteries ─ April 1964's We Shall See.

Wikipedia's write-up is extremely misleading, leading people to believe that unbalanced wife Alva was murdered by bees early into the feature, and the movie was then a whodunnit.

Most of the movie was concerned with what an abominable witch the woman was, and my brother and I quickly were disgusted by the wretch. She deserved to die. But her death only came towards the conclusion of the movie ... and it was not by bees!

Yes, someone did unleash a swarm of them into her bedroom one night, but by then she had suicided by medications because she was just too miserable to live with herself any longer; so her scores of bee stings were meaningless. Thus, there was no investigation to uncover the culprit(s).

The revelation that she had suicided ─ as proven by a suicide note she had left ─ was partly a ploy to make the viewer feel guilty for wishing her ill because ... supposedly ... she just could not help her conduct, and hated herself for it.

Well, B.S. ─ my brother and I were perfectly capable of being happy with her demise. She was hateful and treated everyone hideously. She was a monster, and was far better off dead.

Note that my source for the nearly hour-long film was this link at OK.ru.

Thereafter we watched two or three random YouTube videos via the SmartTube app that I have downloaded into our Android TV Box.

Over the evening I had added two more cans of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol) atop the one I drank before my walk, but that does not justify why I was to sit up here at my bedside computer and not get to bed until after 4:30 a.m.

That is my shame alone, and no blame or excusing can go to any alcohol in my system.

I was only to get about 3½ hours in bed, for latter morning T.V. with my brother held precedence.

When I joined him shortly after 9 a.m. and put our Android TV Box back to work, I led us off with ─ first ─ three short videos.

First at just 1½ minutes (1:32) and added today to Rumble's WTFLouie channel: Chris Sky MASSIVE RISE in HIV Cases Worldwide 26-Feb-2024.

Second was an 8½-minute (8:36) video uploaded yesterday to YouTube's Redacted channel: Now Klaus Schwab's CRONIES want to take your dogs and cats | Redacted w Natali and Clayton Morris.

And third was a 4¾-minute (4:46) video added yesterday to Rumble's ProgressiveTruthSeekers channel: Israel Supporters Are Some Of The Worst People In The World.

The next video exceeded 1½ hours (1:38:00), and was uploaded yesterday to YouTube's ENDEVR channel: Inside Myanmar Military Dictatorship | How Hope was Shattered | ENDEVR Documentary.

The entire world praised the military and Aung San Suu Kyi, when power was passed on to the democracy icon after 50 years of military dictatorship. One year later she defended an ethnic cleansing and had isolated herself from the public. This film tells you why.

We finished up with an episode of Catterick. The episodes are not listed at that Wikipedia link, but we have been watching them at YouTube's Absolute Jokes channel, and this time it was episode two: Catterick | Series 1 Episode 2 | Absolute Jokes.

We're far from in love with the series. I'm thinking that its six-episode run will be more than adequate.

My brother had his bed rest following that sitcom, and I had my day's first meal and was still seated here at my computer when he emerged from his bedroom and soon enough left for the day to socialize.

Of course I required further sleep, so I did nap, albeit not all that long. I was never able to shake the profound self-disappointment.

Eventually I fell upon the notion that I needed the emotional release and alcohol of a Christmas movie; so early in the evening I tuned in 2017's Christmas on the Coast.

I only just now discovered that it has been available on YouTube since December 5 at this link, but one never knows how long anything like this will remain available.

I was not much interested in the heroine as portrayed by actress Julie Ann Emery, but the woman did eventually grow in appeal until the point arrived in which I know that I would have lost my heart to this wonderful being.

Even so, it was probably only within the final 15 minutes of the movie that my emotions began to truly fire up; and in the final five or so minutes, my tears flowed hot and copiously.

There is no question that I have seen the actress in the past, but she may as well have been unknown to me. Now, I hope that I can retain some recollection of her name.

I drank two cans of Cariboo Malt during the movie after having my supper first. The catharsis afforded by the alcohol and my reaction to the late stages of the movie did rid me of my oppressive depression to a huge degree.

I will be retiring relatively early this evening so that I can rise at 1:30 a.m. to ready for a five-mile+ walk. As of last evening, the weather has grown rather chilly due to relatively clear skies and a gusty wind from the north. We've been getting these chill gusts for at least 36 hours, and I find it annoying ─ twice for extended periods of time I have had to close my bedroom window because it became too uncomfortable to be sitting here in my bedroom.

Maybe my heavy depression did lift, but I am still decidedly unhappy. May tomorrow be a far better day.

Dissolving Illusions

Instagram: Brendan Murphy

Without watching any T.V. at all last evening, I managed to remain up until 10:30 p.m. or so, getting into bed fairly soon after my younger brother arrived home. I had partially delayed because I was home alone, but did not wish to retire with the house door unlocked, nor did I wish to lock it and force whomever came home next to have to unlock it.

My cellphone alarm was set for 4 a.m. And although my initial hours in bed were blessed with considerable sleep due to how tired I was, this achievement was to fade out. It became so difficult to sleep that I finally had to take a look at the time, finding it to be something like 3:38 a.m.

I lay another two or three minutes, and then concluded that it was silly to waste further time in bed so ineffectively, so I rose and cancelled the alarm.

No one else was up.

It was not long before I had fixed myself a needed large hot mugful of instant coffee with the works.

The plan was to head away around 6 a.m. and make the 5.625-mile round trip hike to Real Canadian Superstore to do some light shopping. It opens at 7 a.m., and does take just about an hour to get there, for obviously it is something over 2¾ miles distant ─ so not quite three.

I was to manage to dally away the time such that it was actually 6:20 a.m. before I was on my way ─ in a rain of sufficient intensity that I employed my umbrella.

Before leaving, though, I had gone online to my banking accounts to transfer $100 from my private account to the joint chequing account that I have with my wife. One day I will have to visit the branch and have my private account's debit card set up so that I can use it instead of constantly going through this process. I opened up the account months ago, but stupidly neglected activating the ATM card until some window of opportunity expired and rendered the card invalid.

So ever since, the only way I can access money in my private account is by transferring it over to the joint chequing account and then withdrawing it from there.

I cannot leave much in the joint chequing account or else my wife will withdraw it for gambling or partying some night. Even an amount over $50 is at risk ─ $50 is just too tempting. So at present I have been keeping a balance of $48 and maybe some change.

Anyway, I saw online that one of my stepsons must have contributed towards the next bi-weekly mortgage, for there was a $170 transfer into my private account which previously only had a balance of less that $200. With this unexpected transfusion of cash, I was able to tap $150 instead of just $100, so I transferred the larger figure over to the joint chequing account just as I was set to leave home.

And I made the withdrawal approximately a mile from home without incident.

As for my umbrella, even though the rain maintained, about halfway to the store I dispensed with the shelter because by then the rain had significantly reduced. And after I did my shopping, I was not concerned as much about getting wet.

I got back around 8:30 a.m. just as my brother was turning on the T.V.

And so I never got an opportunity for a rest back in my bed.

Joining him, I put our Android TV Box to work and tuned in an 8¼-minute video added early today to Rumble's AKStraightSpeaks channel: Those offensive "British Columbians", BC Gov't says it's not inclusive.

NDP advises public servants to watch their language. They should use the term "people living in BC" rather than "British Columbians.

I adore Anita!

Next was an identically long (8¼ minutes) video added two days ago to BitChute's ElsaIsElsa channel: BREAKING. QUICK UPDATE from REINER FUELLMICH. Feb 23, 2024.

On the delay. On what's happening with the witnesses. And on.

The came an hour-long (1:01:38) video by Odessa Orlewicz uploaded yesterday: March 9th Event & Pandemic Treaty VS IHR Agreement. Time To Understand The Difference.

The newly leaked version of the treaty Roguski talks about in this particular episode is here:https://jamesroguski.substack.com/p/stop-the-treaty. (NOT the IHR one.) *To get cross country locations for March 9th/2024 visit standunitedbc.ca Two sets of guests today. 1st Roguski updates us on making sure everyone is clear about the difference between the IHR WHO agreements being battled out right now VS the "pandemic treaty"....another but different nefar!ous item. It's important the info we all share does not mix them up. Then James & Marcella announce the cross country March 9th event meant to expose this to other Canadians to say "en0ugh is en0ugh" regarding the same topics Roguski speaks about.

And the final video we were to watch was an excellent interview nearly 1¼ hours long (1:14:06) added February 21 to BitChute's Mercola channel: Dissolving Illusions About Vaccine Safety - Interview with Susanne Humphries.

The vaccine industry intentionally deceives us about the risks and benefits of vaccines in order to make a profit, with complete disregard for human suffering and the destruction of public health over time.

One of the reasons the polio vaccine doesn’t work is because polio isn’t caused by an infectious virus. It’s caused by toxins. Poliovirus is a commensal virus that is completely harmless in the absence of toxic onslaught.

The changing of definitions is part of the vaccine industry’s playbook. The definition of a “vaccine” was radically altered to allow for the use of experimental modified RNA gene therapy.

Another part of the fraud is using another vaccine as the control in lieu of a true placebo. You simply cannot prove a vaccine is safe by comparing it to another, most likely unsafe, vaccine.

According to Dr. Suzanne Humphries, there are no worthwhile vaccines, not even smallpox or tetanus. Tetanus can be successfully treated using high-dose intravenous vitamin C and magnesium.

Vitamin C works because tetanus is a bacterial disease caused by an obligate anaerobe that cannot survive in the presence of oxygen. Other oxidative therapies that could be used if the infection is related to a wound include hydrogen peroxide and ozone therapy.

I located a .pdf of what I suspect is Dr Suzanne Humphries' original edition of Dissolving Illusions at this Archive.org link, should you be interested.

My brother sought his bed rest just as noon was arriving, but I had my day's first meal, and was still up when he left for the day to socialize. Nevertheless, it was still only late into the noon hour (I believe) when I sought my nap, perhaps rising a little past 2 p.m.

We had some rain over this morning, but by midday it had become very blustery and we may even have had afternoon sunny breaks. Obviously, things dried out.

I am intending an early evening five-mile+ walk with the intention of doing a small amount of shopping at Save-On-Foods when I am a mile or so from returning home. This will pave the way for me to sit up late tonight to watch some entertainment with my brother and enjoy a couple of Cariboo Malts (8% alcohol) ─ and save me an early a.m. walk.

Meantime, I had one of those beers ahead of time while watching an episode of The Rookie ─ episode 18 ("Double Trouble") of season five. It was rather fun! (Truthfully, I will still be having another two cans of beer ─ the one I had was not one of the planned later pair.)

And with that said, I am going to ready and head away on that walk ─ it is nearing 7:50 p.m.

The Silver Bullet

X (or Twitter): Larken Rose

Oh, how I slept poorly last evening!

I am hoping that I was to bed no later than 9:30 p.m., and with my cellphone alarm set for 1:30 a.m. to get me up to ready for a five-mile+ walk.

I kept having wakeful periods that would find me attempting to achieve a comfortable or sleep-encouraging position in bed. At one point I began to suspect that maybe my cellphone had failed, and the time was well beyond 1:30 a.m.

So I sat up and checked ... but it was only something like 12:08 a.m. This was nearly startling, for it seemed that I had experienced recurring periods of wakefulness ─ too many to fit into that time frame.

Finally, 1:30 a.m. arrived, and I rose.

Although my wife had come home from work and gone to bed, I could tell that her eldest son was still up, so possibly the younger lad was as well.

I got to use the toilet upon first rising, but it was to be unavailable soon thereafter ─ my eldest stepson was likely the culprit who decided to inhabit the facilities.

I had meant to weigh myself after I was fully dressed and set to leave ─ and have a parting pee ─ but of course these were not to be.

It was 2:15 a.m. once I was outside and on my way under an overcast sky, but dry conditions.

When I stopped at the elementary school playground for a half dozen sets of pull-ups and chin-ups early into my walk, the equipment was dry. I was actually feeling reasonably well rested.

Perhaps as a result, I managed four and then two pull-ups in the first two sets; three and then two chin-ups in the second two sets; and a pair of pull-ups in each of the two sets performed between a pair of gymnastics-style rings. The very final pull-up on the rings was held at full elevation for a 20-count (slightly over, actually).

Then I had 11 slow full-range push-ups in a declined posture on a cement ramp.

Where the pull-ups and chin-ups are concerned, I want to explain that I descend to a lat-flaring hang where I 'relax' for a couple or so seconds before rallying and performing the next repetition ─ this is not a game to rack up numbers with fast and partially performed movements.

Ditto for the push-ups ─ I lower myself until I am just barely brushing thighs, hips, lower rib cage, and chin to the concrete before measuredly pushing myself back up to a locked elbows position.

As for the walk afterwards, I was to lose time. About a mile from home I felt myself obliged to make a small backtrack in order to avoid a pair of people who were coming my way. I could not cross the street to avoid them because there were three or four people gathered over there.

I have been forgetting to mention that in behind the Surrey Nature Centre there is a small pool of water ─ I could probably jump cross it ─ where I have been hearing what sounds to be a chorus of as many as a couple dozen frogs doing their thing during the last three of four walks I have had. I have also heard them distantly at Green Timbers Lake, but they were silent at that location last night.

I was to lose some more time once I was within a mile of reaching home ─ my right bootlace inexplicably broke at the very base of the tongue, and it got to the point where I had to step each step with that boot cautiously, or I was at risk of the boot slipping off my foot.

The boots are basically ankle length ─ or more correctly, they do rise above my ankles somewhat. But this one was ready to just kick right off with the slightest gesture of my lower leg.

And so it was 4:18 a.m. by the time I was back home. And it was probably pretty close to 5:30 a.m. by the time I was back into bed.

I slept a little, but soon after 8 a.m. I was awake and too uneasy about rising well before 9 a.m. to be able to find the peace for any further sleep. Yet I was so short on ─ and in need of ─ sleep that I could barely force myself up around 8:45 a.m.

I never did feel adequately slept today, even after a short early afternoon nap. Of course, I am undergoing a Sabbath fast that involves abstinence from even black coffee, so I have that double withdrawal whammy at work.

But back to the mid-morning, I joined my younger brother around 9:20 a.m. for some T.V. via our Android TV Box, and I led us off with the remainder of a video we had left from yesterday (Rumble's A Warrior Calls channel).

Then I tuned in a 50-minute (50:37) video that had been uploaded back on June 4, 2016, to YouTube's Real Stories channel: The Bigamist Bride: My Five Husbands (Polyandry Documentary) | Real Stories.

At the age of 30 Emily Horne has been married five times - but she never bothered to get divorced. In her wake she’s left a string of confused husbands and lovers. She’s worked in the porn industry and as an ’escort’. She’s served one jail sentence for bigamy.

The woman is clearly immoral, and has a ludicrous need for ongoing validation from men, even though she is incapable of loyalty. If not for the fact that she did not bilk any of these men as far as I can tell, I would wish her extensive incarceration. She was doing this for emotional reasons and not for some sort of predatory financial gain.

After that I tuned in a 33-minute (33:48) video streamed two days ago to Rumble's Man in America channel: The Silver Bullet for Election Fraud w/ Dr. Naomi Wolf.

Read and share the election law: https://dailyclout.io/election-transparency-accountability-and-inclusion-act-model-law-dailyclout-and-american-voters-alliance/

Not being American, the content was only marginally interesting, since the remedy cannot easily translate into something that can be effective here in Canada.

I capped the morning viewing with an episode of The Conners ─ episode two ("Scenes from Two Marriages: The Parrot Doth Protest Too Much") of season five. It actually provided some pretty good laughs.

My brother thereafter retired to his bedroom for some rest, whereas I was initially trapped because my wife had risen during the episode. However, when she was occupied at the dining table watching videos on her smartphone, I took my opportunity and let her know I was off for a nap.

I do not believe that it was much past 12:30 p.m. And even though I was abed until fairly early past 2 p.m., I did not feel at all adequately slept. I had to compel myself to get up, recalling that yesterday I had napped away all the time that my wife was both up and still at home, for she had to work in the latter afternoon then just as she had to do today.

The main hindrance in delaying my nap today was that I got involved replacing a flash or thumb drive into our Android TV Box that was not registering as being present. I think that the thumb drive is at least 16 gigabytes, and is thus my most spacious for downloads of videos and movies that I want my brother and I to watch on T.V.

Well, at one point I was struggling to withdraw the drive from the port when I pulled off its shell and the guts of the darned thing was still inserted into the port.

I did manage to extricate it, and eventually got the shell essentially back as it was, but it is very insecure. I had withdrawn it because I wanted to see if it would register on a laptop and my bedside computer.

It was registering, but now I was getting a notice to the effect that the “file or directory is corrupted and unreadable”. I did some research, and came upon this impossibly long direction for remedying a situation like this.

There was no way that I was going to spend the next few hours farting around with that lengthy menu, so I looked it over and decided that I would try step #8:

Run a Command Line Check Disk (CHKDSK) Scan

If you are still getting the “file or directory is corrupted and unreadable” error when you try to open an external hard drive, there’s a chance the drive has a bad sector. In this case, you should run the CHKDSK command.

In the Start menu search bar, search for command prompt and select Run as administrator. Then, type chkdsk x: /f /r and press Enter. Remember to replace x with your drive letter.

Windows will now scan the drive and look for any bad sectors, directory errors, lost clusters, and recover data if necessary.

It did take a fair amount of time, but the scan actually did repair whatever was amiss and the drive's contents could now be accessed.

I carefully extracted it from my computer and took the drive downstairs to the Android TV Box. Upon inserting it into the port, there was initially nothing, but then it appeared, and all files were revealed.

I am going to have to be exceptionally careful with that thumb drive hereafter.

It was probably around 3:10 p.m. when my wife left on her fairly long drive to the Thai restaurant. I am not expecting her back tonight.

Her departure left me home alone, and it is still so as I type these words at 8:07 p.m.

The day has had some light rain ─ whether throughout or just sporadically, I do not know. I think the latter.

This has been a bath day, so since I was fasting, I weighed myself upon stripping down around 5 p.m. ─ I was approximately 175 pounds naked.

I later broke my fast around 6:30 p.m. ─ a small pot of soup I made by combining three leftover dishes of my wife's, as well as having a piece of fried chicken that had been in the fridge for at least a couple of days.

The meal has been overmuch ─ I was distinctly uncomfortable before even finishing it. Now I have no ability to drink a beer, so I am not going to watch any T.V.

I will be going on a 5.625-mile round trip hike in the morning to do some light grocery shopping, endeavouring to leave here around 6 a.m. Consequently, I intend to rise at 4 a.m. to ease myself into that venture, and will have a hot mug of instant coffee with the works ─ I am longing for it now!

Hot baths drain me, and that overfilling meal has only made my condition worse. I am struggling to refrain from going to bed. As wonderful as that would initially be where sleep is concerned ... even if I went to bed at 9 p.m., there is little hope that I will sleep or even remain comfortable in bed for the ensuing seven hours.

I honestly do not quite know what to do ─ maybe just watch some random YouTube videos on T.V. to expend some reasonable time?

Yes, I will give that a shot.

Uneasy Lies the Head

My five-mile+ walk last evening was perfectly dry, and I found the temperature milder than I had anticipated. Other than that, I cannot recall anything significant worth mentioning.

I had left around 8:25 p.m., so I was probably back around 8:15 p.m. or soon thereafter.

My brother was already home and passed out in front of the T.V., so I took my time changing here in my bedroom before eventually going downstairs to round up some supper and join him ─ he had revived by then, but was clearly of befuddled wits for he presented the conclusion that I must not be intending an evening walk.

Clearly, he remembered nothing of arriving home and finding me absent, so I did not bother with a correction.

I was to use our Android TV Box to fetch an episode each of two of the T.V. series we follow.

First was Doc Martin ─ episode two ("Uneasy Lies the Head") of series or season four. Unfortunately I missed the very beginning because ─ as a result of having a look at Facebook before coming downstairs to have some supper and join my brother ─ I had seen a video at my wife's account of her cutting a birthday cake ... and then I realized for the first time that the day had been her birthday and I had said nothing to her throughout.

So at the commencement of the Doc Martin episode it had dawned upon me that I could somewhat salvage this fiasco because I did have a bottle of red wine tucked away that was all decked up with a fancy red ribbon and had probably originally been targeted for customers as a Christmas gift by the producers.

So I got busy ferreting out this special bottle and then leaving it on my wife's bed for her as a feeble surprise once she was home from work.

And when she did later show up, and my brother and I greeted her as she entered the house, my salute was a soft, "Hello there, birthday girl." 

Or something like that.

I have no money for a birthday present even had I remembered it this week.

As for the T.V. show, I am constantly struck by how naturally beautiful now-pregnant character Louisa (actress Caroline Catz) is. The woman is just exceptional!

We were to watch just one other show ─ A Touch of Frost. This time it was episode two ("One Man's Meat") of season or series six. My brother sank into unconsciousness at least a couple of times during the show.

During it, my wife had asked me for a can of the beer I have in stock ─ Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol), for she did not wish to embark upon a full bottle of wine.

Over the evening I had drank two cans of the beer, and then my wife turned over the remaining half of the beer she had, so I finished that.

After my brother went to his bedroom for the night at maybe around 1:30 a.m., I sat up here at my computer quite some while more.

I am unsure when I began my morning, but it was well ahead of 8:30 a.m. ─ probably nearer 8 a.m.

When my brother and I got together shortly past 9 a.m. for our usual morning T.V., I again put our Android TV Box to work and led us off with a hilarious JP Sears video uploaded to his Rumble channel on February 17: My Girlfriend is Trans But I'm Not Gay. I don't know what's amiss with my brother, but it was only at the video's conclusion that he actually queried me as to whether it might be a spoof ─ he had been accepting that it was a genuine disgusting couple!

Next I tuned in a very excellent 1½-hour interview uploaded on January 16 to YouTube's Howie Mandel Does Stuff channel: Robert F. Kennedy Jr. | Howie Mandel Does Stuff #156.

Robert Francis Kennedy Jr., also known by his initials as RFK Jr. and the nickname Bobby, is an American politician, environmental lawyer running for president of the United States of America in 2024.

There were times when I was getting furious with the stupidity of Howie and his daughter, but at least the interview finished well.

We will have to finish the third video tomorrow morning, for it was running far too deep into the noon hour. It had been added this morning to Rumble's A Warrior Calls channel: Murder Rape Coverup Highest Levels RCMP/Attorney Generals Retired Officer Blows Whistle.

Thursday, February 22, 2024 Live Stream
Don Matheson https://wakeupcanada.info/

I do not exactly understand how it is that a video being published today can be termed a live stream from the day before. Does a live stream no longer deserve that description after it is no longer live? Does it not just become a recorded video?

My brother sought bed rest. I had a fairly quick first meal of the day and was thereafter into my bed well before 1:30 p.m. for a needed nap before he emerged from his bedroom and left for the day to socialize.

I was also to bed before my wife had risen and emerged from her bedroom. I had my darned needed nap and thereafter found myself feeling very ill rested, and rose with great surprise to find that it was nearing 4 p.m. ─ my wife was long gone, for she was to have to start working in the latter afternoon.

I found a text from her sent to me at 3:21 p.m. (I usually keep my cellphone out of my bedroom when I am having a nap), asking that I phone her. So I did that, and we worked out her problem. She had almost solved it on her own.

It has been another dry day, so I expect that my wee a.m. walk tonight is going to finally see me able to have some exercise at the nearby elementary school playground. I did have some similar exercise out in the backyard tool shed this morning after my brother left around 10:10 a.m. for 20 minutes to pick up his girlfriend Bev and drive her to work.

I got a late start this early evening on my Sabbath fast, and was still finishing up my eating by the time it was growing dark. I will atone by not eating tomorrow until well past nightfall.

There was a hankering for some drink, but I did abstain. And so I dryly watched an episode of Cybill ─ episode 18 ("True Confessions") of season three. My small fix of Alicia Witt.

It is already 8:50 p.m., so I am going to consider this post complete and get it published. I will not be up for much longer ─ 1:30 a.m. comes early.

Hide – And Go Seek

Last evening I had just about resolved to bid my wife a goodnight, but she had gone downstairs to the kitchen, and then I heard my younger brother coming into the house.

It was time to make myself scarce, so I shut myself up into my bedroom and was soon enough to bed, my cellphone alarm set for 1:30 a.m. to get me up for a five-mile+ walk.

I had the usual 'on and off' sleep, and was actually roused by my alarm's chime. I had to have a look at the time just to ensure that I had not been sleeping through the alarm before hearing it, but it read just 1:30 a.m.

No one else was up, happily ─ I would be able to ready for my walk in peace.

I did weigh myself when fully clothed and about to leave, not much liking the 188-pound reading I got. And I packed an umbrella.

Once outside and on my way, it was 2:10 a.m., and heavily spraying a fine rain. Of course everything was wet. However, I refrained from taking my umbrella to hand, and was to find that the spray lightened; and there were to be times when I was unsure if there was any rain whatsoever.

So I never did use it, although there were those times when the spray would have eventually wetted me seriously enough did it sustain.

For the second consecutive night, I dispensed with stopping at the nearby elementary school playground for any exercising.

I cannot recall anything of particular note concerning my walk; and I was back home by 3:58 a.m.

My eldest stepson was to have his second consecutive 12-hour day shift, beginning at 6 a.m., so I ensured that I was shut up into my bedroom by the time he rose to ready for work. I did not want him to feel he had a green light to leave the door unlocked when he left.

It seems to me that I returned to bed barely past 5 a.m., if at all. And although my pattern of broken sleep continued, I was to remain in bed for a full four hours ─ clearly I was in need.

Concerning my earlier sleep, something of utmost peculiarity occurred during my time in bed. As I recall, I was in the process of shifting position to encourage further sleep when excruciating pain suddenly began to flood my left forefoot and toes.

It was as if some very venomous creature had bit or stung me.

The pain lasted a long while, although of course it did reduce, but I wondered on whether I would later be capable of the walk.

What I believe must have happened is that a fairly good-sized blood vessel must have burst ─ and entirely without me using the foot for any purpose whatsoever, apart from maybe stretching it a little as I shifted in bed.

I never rose to check on myself ─ what for? What could I possibly do about it? But I feel now that I have little choice but to buy and keep myself supplied with vitamin K2 if something like this can spontaneously take place.

When I very soon joined my brother for some T.V. and I put our Android TV Box to work, I led us off with the fourth and final chapter of the documentary series Cult of the Medics on Rumble. Since I now have no idea which source I used, I will link to a couple ─ here and here. The chapter was 1¼ hours.

The original source is here.

We next watched nigh a half hour of an interview by Tessa Lena at her Substack: Is Putin Evil? A Conversation with Alex Krainer.

Unfortunately it was going to be nearly two hours long (1:57:21), and was just a little too philosophical to spend that much time with, so I asked my brother if he wished to pass it over, and he concurred.

I then played four videos that I had previously recorded, only one of which was at all long ─ a YouTube-sourced episode of Z-Cars from series or season three, and titled Hide – And Go Seek. I have only just now discovered that actor John Thaw (Inspector Morse himself) figured fairly large in the episode, but I never even remotely recognized him.

I will certainly have to inform my brother at some point when he is sober ─ we watched every episode of Inspector Morse!

Alas, I am going to forego any further episodes of Z-Cars because they are too hard to keep track of, since very few of them are offered, nor in any kind of sequential order by what sources there are.

My wife had risen before my brother and I quit the T.V., and when he went upstairs for some bed rest, she had nipped out on an errand or two. I gathered together my day's first meal, but she was back before I was able to get at a needed nap.

No worries ─ I soon enough did. But first I was able to explain to a financial institution agent a problem she was having with her account ─ her English was too difficult for the chap, who himself seemed not to have English as his first language.

I also learned the welcome news from my wife that she had finally phoned the contact at a lawyer firm that has been exacting considerable payments from my wife for shirking a credit card debt for a half year. If I understood my wife correctly, the contact agreed to a far reduced payment amount. I will yet have to fathom just what is up in this instance.

My wife had to work in the latter afternoon, so she headed away on her fairly long drive around 3:15 p.m., if not a little later. I had napped earlier, during which time my brother left for the day to socialize.

I feel myself capable to tackling an evening walk, so I am going to get some further rest and then undertake it. Doing so will free me up to watch some late evening T.V. with my brother while enjoying a couple or so cans of beer.

We actually had some sunshine during the midday / latter afternoon, so I anticipate a dry go of it out there.

It is approaching 7:20 p.m., so I am going to consider this post completed. I will update my later evening in tomorrow's post ... provided all goes well for me, of course.

Hit and Miss

Around 8 p.m. last evening I did risk watching an episode of Cybill ─ episode 17 ("Kiss Me, You Fool") of season three; but I indulged in no drink. I had already accepted that I would not be having an evening walk.

I must say, Alicia Witt with her waving lower legs looked pretty darned hot lolling on her bed in a scene towards the end of the show.

I was not to be to bed until 9:40 p.m., but I was awake well before my 1:30 a.m. alarm. I merely remained where I was until the alarm chimed to get me up for my five-mile+ walk.

And actually now that I reflect on this, I believe that I may have fallen asleep again by the time 1:30 a.m. arrived.

Only my youngest stepson was still up, but he went to bed after 15 - 20 minutes, and I was at peace to ready at my leisure.

I thought that I could hear some rain outside when I was using the bathroom, but it was well above freezing. However, I neglected to bring along an umbrella when I was finally on my way at 2:22 a.m.

Fortunately, it never rained at all hard, and most of the time was so light that it had almost ceased. Since I did not wish to wet my gloves exercising at the nearby elementary school playground, I never bothered to stop there. I was not feeling ambitious anyway.

And by the time I have walked five miles as I am returning, I am far, far too stiff to be able to exercise then. Nevertheless, when my younger brother left here around 10:10 a.m. to go and pick up his girlfriend Bev to drive her to work, I took advantage of the 20 minutes he was away for some exercising out in the backyard tool shed. It was raining fairly well then.

Anyway, it was 4:09 a.m. once I was back home from my night walk, and my knees have felt abused all the day since.

As I type this segment of my report at 4 p.m., it is clear that my wife has the day off work, so I can not make any plans for an evening walk ─ it is going to be yet another wee a.m. outing. The weather never did dry out, so who knows what is ahead once I venture forth again.

By the way, around maybe 3:45 - 3:50 a.m. I passed a bus stop shelter in which there was a seemingly cute enough young lass scrunched up in a corner on the bench, her hood over her head and her knees drawn up as much as possible to facilitate any possible sleep. It doesn't seem to me that there would be a bus coming by for well over a half hour if that was what she was waiting for.

It was probably around 5:30 a.m. by the time I was back in bed, but I was to find myself awake (after some sleep) well ahead of 8 a.m. Thereafter I could never quite release myself to fall back into any further sleep because I was too anxious about being available to watch some T.V. with my younger brother at mid-morning.

When we did get together, I was to lead us off with Odessa Orlewicz's 40-minute video from yesterday: The Frequencies War Reality. ILL Health And Healing.

Military frequencies, World Economic Forum's mind rape device they are so proud of, and healing frequencies that can heal our blood and fight disease. Watch multiple videos during this episode.
More references:
https://drive.proton.me/urls/8QHW9Y46VR#94boDjiXN8qb

Next I tuned in two videos added just recently to Rumble's A Warrior Calls channel. Both were mirrors of recent interviews Christopher James Pritchard gave to other podcasters.

The first I selected had been added yesterday, and its timer listed it at just topping two hours: GRAND THEFT AUTONOMY.

Interview with Christopher James by OtherSideoftheNews.com with Co-Hosts: Kynthea, Timothy Saunders and Annetta Driskell

Tonight our Special return Guest, CHRISTOPHER JAMES, will outline some key events that have affected him - on his journey - while focusing on helping others…

He will not just dwell on the Problems - but offer Solutions as well… including some rather surprising breakthroughs for the betterment of our health - Solutions even the - already vaxxed - may wish to embrace...

Are you ready ?

Showpage: https://www.theothersideofmidnight.com/tosn-156/

My brother felt he had heard enough of Christopher going on and on with the same spiel we hear in all of his videos, so before even the first hour was done we were gone.

The second video had also been added yesterday, but was only listed as just topping 46 minutes: A Battle for Humanity.

SGT Report interview with Christopher James --

Christopher James returns to SGT Report with some very disturbing information every person in the world should hear.
Mirror: https://rumble.com/v4e9ndf-must-hear-a-battle-for-humanity-christopher-james.html

At least host Sean was able to intersperse various short other videos to keep the show relatively diverse and interesting.

My brother and I are both growing very weary of this constant fuss about MasterPeace (or Master Peace) and related products. Christopher claimed that the supplier could sell MasterPeace for $200 a bottle if he wanted to ... but I would love to see that tried! Here in Canada, after converting the U.S. price into Canadian ─ and also doing the same after paying for shipping ─ a bottle (a month's supply) costs something like $51 or $52. Can you imagine paying $200 U.S. here in Canada, with shipping on top of that?

Good luck!

Hell, I can't even afford the $51 or $52. I tried the stuff ─ two bottles, or a two months' supply ─ and noticed absolutely no difference whatsoever in anything that is amiss with me, nor was anything that I already believed was my normal, improved or enhanced.

So yeah, I'm sick of hearing about the miracles suggestible people attribute to this stuff in as little as a mere few days. I am just not that gullible. And I am certainly not cutting out a selection of the nutritional supplements that I take just to be able to accommodate this expensive stuff.

I may have to stop watching A Warrior Calls if this mass marketing of his continues for various 'New Age' pricey products.

Anyway, my brother and I finished up with a couple of random YouTube videos via the SmartTube app that I have downloaded into our Android TV Box, and then he sought some bed rest.

I had a quick meal; and then before my wife had yet emerged from her bedroom, I was back into bed for a nap. She was up, and my brother gone for the day, when I rose after maybe 1½ hours at most.

My wife did go out for a while to do some grocery shopping, and then she of course was her busy self in the kitchen.

I managed one show in the early evening ─ an episode of Magnum P.I. It was episode 11 ("Hit and Run") of season five. For the life of me, I could not remember what series it was that I most knew character actor Paul Blackthorne from. I see now via Wikipedia that his main role was as Quentin Lance, father of Laurel and Sarah Lance, in the Arrowverse ─ I thought he was a police captain or some such rank in that medium.

It is surprising how difficult it can be to identify someone acting out of the element the viewer is accustomed to seeing the actor in.

It is presently almost 8:30 p.m., and has been definitely raining for quite some time. I will need to remember an umbrella in the wee a.m.

Giant Mistakes

As I recall, it was nigh 9:40 p.m. before I got to bed last evening; and just as I was shutting things down here in my bedroom, I was beset with the onset of a migraine aura precipitated by far too much inadequate sleep.

This wretched state always results in a lingering vague eyestrain-like headache ─ this one was to seem embedded deep behind my left eye, and its trace has remained much of today.

Had I not just been about to plunge myself into darkness, I expect the aura would have been more severe than it proved to be. Unrelated to it, though, I had trouble falling into any sleep.

I was to waken well before my 1:30 a.m. alarm, and I could hear what I correctly believed to be my then-home wife moving about in the hallway, the bathroom, and her bedroom next to mine. Fortunately she was essentially in her bedroom for the night when my cellphone alarm did chime, although my eldest stepson was yet downstairs and probably watching videos on a laptop at the dining table. So long as he remains there, I am always able to sneak away unseen for these walks, for the dining table and front door are not mutually visible from one to the other.

I was not to be outside and on my way until 2:44 a.m., having just weighed myself fully-clothed at 186 pounds. It was wet out there from earlier rain, but there was never to be any during my time abroad, and I was to not be back home until 4:48 a.m.

When early into my walk I stopped at the elementary school playground three or four blocks from here, I needed to wipe dry the metal equipment that I was to be using for the half dozen sets of pull-ups and chin-ups, managing my usual repetitions of late: 3 - 2 - 3 - 2 - 2 - 2.

The final two sets were pull-ups between a pair of bars, and the very final pull-up was held at full elevation for a 20-count.

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

At one point a little more than a mile from home, I was to see a skunk well ahead of me cross Fraser Highway. However, I was to lose time much later ─ maybe 3½ miles into my walk ─ when I was travelling the lone wooded sidewalk along 96th Avenue from 148th Street to Green Timbers Way (Google Map).

Roughly where you can see a creek identified as coming from the lake and passing under 96th Avenue, I was certain I heard an unnaturally loud man's voice ahead of me on the sidewalk.

Then when I detected movement in the gloom coming in my direction along the meandering sidewalk, I crossed the highway and just waited at the edge of the forest.

Soon enough I saw a lone male figure staggering so badly that he was unable to even stand erect, and he was muttering and sometimes yelling aloud as he made his way along the uneven and tricky pavement. Sometimes he would lose his momentum and just stand for a few seconds, as if to find his balance and continued impetus.

I never even bothered to remain out of sight once he was almost abreast of me ─ I just began proceeding along the edge of the forest because the drunk was oblivious to me, and then I crossed back to the sidewalk unconcerned that he would notice me and seek to attempt to possibly try and catch up with me. The guy was a lost cause.

After I got back home, it may have been nearly 6:10 a.m. before I was back in bed, and I remained there until almost 8:30 a.m. At that point, I correctly identified that my younger brother was downstairs and watching T.V.

I joined him fairly soon after 9 a.m., and when he gave me the green light to commence operation of our Android TV Box, I led us off with a short ─ just over 3½ minutes ─ video posted yesterday by Odessa Orlewicz. In truth, I almost tuned it out because it appeared that it was only some lousy musical act by a possible freakish transsexual: Theatrical Snuff/Murder Performer/Drag Queen Hired To Work With BC, Canada's Autistic Children Because "Inclusivity." (Less than a 5 minute watch).

This person has been assigned to work with autistic children in Vernon (etc) BC, Canada. Okanagan Regional Library also continued with their Freida Whales event on Jan. 27, 2024, after MUCH parental public outcry about his theatrical SNUFF Murder videos where he bludgeons his lovers to death and hides their bodies because... "inclusivity." Any parent that doesn't like it has been labelled a "bigot" under the NDP/Liberal government alliance, and CSIS calls those parents that peacefully but publicly state their concern "terrorists." Take a look at his videos bludgeoning his lovers. Canada has fallen. Under the NWO will I one day be put in jail just for posting what can be found freely on the internet?

The awful musical number lasted maybe halfway through the video, and then the gruesome staged murders began.

The next two videos I tuned in both featured Dr. Peter McCullough.

The first barely topped nine minutes, and had been posted on February 17 to Rumble's MJDOC channel: Giant Mistake to Mass Vaccinate the World.

Epidemiologist M. Nathaniel Mead, Dr. McCullough, On Grant Stinchield Tonight

PETER MCCULLOUGH, MD
FEB 16, 2024
By Peter A. McCullough, MD, MPH
I had the honor of appearing on Real America’s Voice with former NIH epidemiologist and author M. Nathaniel Mead, MSc, for an important interview with prime time news anchor Grant Stinchfield.
Stinchfied opened with a reel of athletes suffering cardiac arrest and our interview developed around a comprehensive, fully peer-reviewed and published manuscript summarizing the shortcuts taken by Pfizer in the clinical trials, missed safety signals by the FDA Vaccines and Related Biological Products Advisory Committee (VRBPAC), and the mounting numbers of spontaneously reported deaths in safety databases all around the world.
We told Stinchfield that our paper was exhaustively peer reviewed with far more reviewers and comments than usual, bringing in nearly 300 references to support our conclusion calling for market removal of all COVID-19 vaccines and boosters. His response was that this level of scrutiny was a good thing, making the publication beyond reproach.

Mead MN, Seneff S, Wolfinger R, Rose J, Denhaerynck K, Kirsch S, McCullough PA. COVID-19 mRNA Vaccines: Lessons Learned from the Registrational Trials and Global Vaccination Campaign. Cureus. 2024 Jan 24;16(1):e52876. doi: 10.7759/cureus.52876. PMID: 38274635; PMCID: PMC10810638.
Please listen to this brief segment and get to know courageous former NIH staff writer and epidemiologist M. Nathaniel Mead, MSc, in his first prime time block. You can see he is an emerging hero in this time of great controversy.

A big write-up for such a short video!

The second video featuring Dr. McCullough was 47 minutes (47:10), and had been added on February 18 to BitChute's Dama2021 channel: Dr Peter McCullough joins Dr Trozzi Regarding All Things Covid.

A fast paced deep dive into the virus, the “vaccines”, the injuries, the treatments, plus the crimes, arch-criminals, and the WHO.
February 17, 2024

Source: https://drtrozzi.substack.com/p/dr-mccullough-interview

Links and Resources:
Dr McCullough’s Base Spike Detoxification Protocol: https://www.petermcculloughmd.com/
- Nattokinase 2000 FU (100) mg orally twice a day without food
- Bromelain 500 mg orally once a day without food
- Curcumin 500 mg orally twice a day (nano, liposomal, or with piperine additive suggested)

The final video that I will mention had been streamed on February 16 to Rumble's Tucker Carlson channel: Everything You Need to Know about the Government’s Mass Censorship Campaign.

The national security state is the main driver of censorship and election interference in the United States. "What I’m describing is military rule," says Mike Benz. "It’s the inversion of democracy."

Follow Tucker on X: https://x.com/TuckerCarlson

Honsetly, Mike Benz loaded on the information so bewilderingly heavily that I retained practically nothing from the video.

I did afterwards tune in a nearly half hour YouTube video via the SmartTube app that I have downloaded in our Android TV Box, but when my brother finally gave up on it in favour of some bed rest, I also cancelled out.

I had an animal-protein rich meal, and was into bed for an afternoon nap around 1:10 p.m. before my brother had yet emerged from his bedroom and left for the day.

It seems to have lightly rained often enough over the day.

My wife had to put in a full day at the Thai restaurant where she has part-time employment, so she left us just past 10 a.m., I believe. Likely, she will have tomorrow free.

That complicates things for me somewhat. I had meant to get out this evening on a lengthy walk to free up my later evening for a late night of T.V. with my brother, and a couple of beers; but it had slipped my mind that this was a bath day.

As well, I spent quite some while this afternoon setting up two batches of vegetables to ferment: half a red cabbage, beet roots, yams, 1½ rutabagas, and two Granny Smith apples. I have never before had such a combination, so I do not know what to expect.

I hope to add lots of garlic cloves and ginger roots in two or three days, depending upon when I can get some shopping done.

The problem with my bath quite apart from the time that it takes each four days is that it leaves me too depleted to go anywhere. At least I was to find that my youngest stepson left me two slices of delicious pizza on my bed, so I did not have to scrape together a supper. All I added were an entire organic orange and some nutritional supplements.

It is presently approaching 8 p.m., so I fear that even with a little bed rest, it is going to be too late for me to manage to go anywhere ─ my brother will be back home.

And with my wife home all day tomorrow ─ unless she heads off in the latter part of the day ─ I will be unable to be heading off on any long walks in the evening. I will have to tackle another one overnight by getting up again at 1:30 a.m.

The best I can do right now is publish this post and seek some rest. There is some chance that my brother may be exceptionally late in getting home, and I will thus manage to get away first. But is is unlikely.

The report on this is going to have to await the morrow.

Purging

X (or Twitter): Dr. Simon Goddek

It required a can of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol) and a shot of Kraken Black Spiced Rum (47% alcohol) very early last evening while I watched an episode of FBI: Most Wanted ─ episode one ("Iron Pipeline") of season four ─ to ensure that the awareness of my low ebb had been sufficiently reduced to get me away on an evening walk of five(+) miles that culminated in some grocery shopping when I was about a mile from home on the return.

Had I not gotten that alcoholic lift, I doubt that I could have found it within me to undertake the walk.

I believe that I left here well ahead of 7:30 p.m., and I was back by about 9:30 p.m., finding that my younger brother must have just preceded me. He had not yet turned on the T.V. and was upstairs in his bedroom changing clothes.

And so it was that we were to get a jump on watching some evening T.V. together (via our Android TV Box). I had been wanting to give 1923 a try. And it proved a huge hit with us ─ we not only watched the premiere episode, but my brother had me tune in the second and third episodes as well!

All else we were to watch was an episode of Workin' Moms ─ episode four ("Training Day") of season three. I still find myself highly stimulated by the previous episode (I think it was) where character Kate lets her young lover drink her breast milk directly from its source. I hate that I am going to end my days and never have had such an exquisite experience.

I only drank two further cans of Cariboo Malt, but the toll overnight along with the late hour for bedtime left me feeling rather hungover today, and short on sleep.

When my brother and I got together this morning shortly after 9 a.m. for more T.V., I used our Android TV Box to tune in a video streamed yesterday on Rumble's TheLastAmericanVagabond channel: Breaking Down The Incessant Israeli Propaganda & The True Face Of Zionism Is Finally Being Seen.

All Video Source Links Can Be Found Here At The Last American Vagabond: https://www.thelastamericanvagabond.com/israel-propaganda-true-face-zionism

It was to be the only morning show we watched; and even then, we probably saw little more than half of it because it just topped four hours in length.

My brother had left around 10:10 a.m. to go and pick up his girlfriend Bev to drive her to work; and in the 20 or so minutes that he was gone, I forced myself to endure a half dozen sets of pull-ups and chin-ups out in the backyard tool shed, finishing up with 15 slow full-range push-ups on the wood floor.

It certainly helped normalize me, I suppose.

I was not to seek my needed early afternoon nap until far too late ─ possibly after 2 p.m. By then my brother had bed-rested and left for the day to socialize. I was in need of more sleep, and this was borne out when I did not rise until after 4 p.m.

Even then, I still felt underslept.

I had considered another evening walk, but I am shy about another evening like yesterday's ─ in my present state, I would need to get juiced up anew in order to force me away on any such outing.

As well, it began raining in the latter afternoon, and I am disinclined to face that sort of weather along with street traffic and suchlike.

But there is something else ─ I am somewhat intestinally distressed. I have had four bowel movements today, and have experienced exceptionally painful bowel cramping. The latter half of the third movement was comprised of oversoft matter, while the fourth was basically liquefied.

Either I was reacting to some manner of pathogenic microbial overpopulation, or else my diet has included something highly irritating ─ I have lately been ingesting raw garlic cloves, chunks of raw ginger, and raw turmeric root; and of course, there are always the hot chillis commonly enough included in my wife's cooking.

So I am going to retire relatively early this evening and have my cellphone alarm set for 1:30 a.m. to get me up then to slowly ready for a walk.

I did watch some early evening T.V., however. It was a rather enjoyable episode of FBI: International ─ episode 18 ("Blood Feud") of season two.

The episode of FBI: Most Wanted that I had watched 24 hours earlier was frankly offensive with its glaring anti-firearms propaganda. Gun ownership and gun owners were wholesale pilloried, yet all the while it was illegal gun possessors who were committing all of the violence offences in the episode ─ it had nothing to do with lawful and legal gun owners.

This sort of glaring biased writing is disgusting.

Further, I have noticed a few of these kinds of shows in which some of the actresses portraying the agents or officers in the specific enforcement organization are developing quite the pronounced 'saddlebags', yet we are expected to believe that they are still ably running down 'perps'.

This truly annoys me. I'm surprised they don't have the women vaulting over fences and performing virtual gymnastics in the pursuit of felons.

Look, I absolutely adore exceptionally physical women ─ I am in awe of them, in fact; but these specific actresses are most certainly not anywhere in that category.

But enough railing for today over make-believe.