Bumper Crop

It may have been around 11 p.m. when I had my bedtime last evening, my cellphone alarm set to get me up at 4 a.m. to ease into an approximate 6 a.m. departure for a 5.625-mile round trip walk and some grocery shopping at Real Canadian Superstore, my most distant point in the walk.

It was no less than 6:13 a.m. when I left, so I had no time for any exercising at the nearby elementary school playground.

Note that it was unexpectedly chilly, for the online claim I saw indicated that the temperature was not even four degrees above freezing, so there was likely frost on some roofs or even car windshields, although I never noticed any.

I got my shopping done (it cost me $70) and found my double load to eventually become something of a challenge on the walk home. When I had left home, dawn was near, and the clear sky no longer black. But the Sun was strong at my back on the walk home.

I arrived here to find my younger brother just then turning on the T.V., so I was not to have any bed rest ere joining him to put our Android TV Box to work.

I led us off with a video just exceeding an hour (1:05:26) that had been published at BitChute's Mercola channel five days ago: 'Dissolving Illusions' 10th Anniversary Edition - Interview with Dr. Suzanne Humphries.

In this interview, Dr. Suzanne Humphries discusses the release of the 10th anniversary edition of “Dissolving Illusions: Disease, Vaccines, and the Forgotten History,” one of my favorite books on vaccines, originally published in 2013. I was honored to write the foreword for the update of this classic.

The updated and expanded 10th anniversary edition of “Dissolving Illusions: Disease, Vaccines, and the Forgotten History,” by Dr. Suzanne Humphries and Roman Bystrianyk, empowers readers with information, encourages critical examination of vaccine policies and advocates for informed consent in medical decisions.

"Dissolving Illusions" is a seminal book that critically examines vaccine science and history.

The new edition includes 200 additional pages, offering updated insights and deepening the historical context of vaccine development and its societal impacts.

The book challenges widely accepted views on vaccines, highlighting discrepancies between public health promises and actual outcomes, including the history of polio and smallpox vaccinations.

Through extensive research, Humphries and Bystrianyk present evidence suggesting that improvements in sanitation and hygiene, rather than vaccines, played a pivotal role in the decline of certain infectious diseases.

I am very tempted to buy this book!

I have noticed in recent videos of Dr. Mercola this year that he does not seem at all well. He has a lot of trouble expressing himself and often seems to wander brokenly; and his face resembles that of a sick man. I find it unnatural, as well, the degree to which his eyes dart all over the bloody place.

He used to look rather vital, but that no longer is so. And I say that as a 74-year-old, somewhat his elder.

Anyway, next I tuned in a 45-minute (45:16) video that had been uploaded on June 11, 2016, to YouTube's Real Stories channel: Gangs Of Britain: Liverpool (Gang Culture Documentary) | Real Stories.

A historical look at Britain's most notorious gangs; this time in Liverpool, with a focus on the infamous Cornerman.

Then it was a 25-minute (25:20) video published January 26, 2023, to Rumble's The Why Files channel: He found Giants then the Government Found Him | What really happened to Andrew Dawson?

Andrew started his TikTok account in July of 2021, and he posted all the typical things. Videos of friends, of work, his girlfriend, his dog, and just him goofing around.

But starting in April, 2022, his posts would take a strange turn; and Andrew Dawson would become the center of one the biggest internet mysteries in years.

Every story I cover on this channel is a suggestion from you and almost every one of them falls into one of a few categories.

UFOs, Government cover-ups, men in black, missing persons, and giants.

Well, today's episode has all of these.

This is the bizarre story of Andrew Dawson.

To be honest, this video quickly became rather lame.

The video concluded around 11:30 a.m., and although my brother headed off to his bedroom, he claimed not yet to be seeking any bed rest. But he consistently wanders off without explanation following videos, leaving me idly awaiting his return before commencing another, and I was not inclined this time ─ I decided to shut things down and start preparing my day's first meal this rather sunny day.

When he returned and queried on the T.V. being off, I merely reported that I had no idea what he was up to ─ thus my action.

So he decided then to have his bed rest.

I ate, and around 12:30 - 12:45 p.m. sought a nap ─ my brother had still not emerged from his bedroom.

I managed to remain abed until at least 2:45 p.m., rising to find my brother gone.

This is a bath day, and it is already after 6 p.m., so I must have it now. I want to get out by 8 p.m. and have another walk so as to free myself up from having one in the wee a.m. ─ I want to sit up this late evening watching some shows with my brother when we are both back home while enjoying some beer.

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Okay, I had the bath; and then I just had to get some alcoholic boost, so I tuned in an episode of Cybill ─ episode 20 ("From Boca, with Love") of season three.

During it, I had a shot of Kraken Black Spiced Rum (47% alcohol) and a can of Bumper Crop BC Craft Cider (7% alcohol).

It was a good episode. Alicia Witt was absolutely and delightfully lovely; and I even had to admit that Cybill Shepherd did some superb acting with her wonderful facial expressions.

I only began watching the series again because Alicia Witt was in it before I ever became attracted to the woman; and it helped that Christine Baranski was in it, because I always thought that she had absolutely deadly legs.

Well, my older self now recognizes that Christine actually had rather scrawny legs ─ nicely enough formed, but too scantily developed. Cybill Shepherd didn't even have that ─ her legs never held any appeal for me. But she could act, and was clearly wonderfully funny; and she was good looking and could sing.

I am getting adrift. It is almost 8 p.m. ─ I have to dress for it and get out of here!

No Bridges

Since it was almost 10 p.m. last evening before I got to bed, I set my cellphone alarm for 2 a.m. rather than 1:30 a.m. to get me up to ready for a five-mile+ walk. Oddly, my younger brother had not yet forsaken the T.V. ─ he likely had passed out to such extent earlier that he was not feeling as in need of sleep as he should have been.

Even so, he did finally head on up to his bedroom around 2:18 a.m., if I am remembering correctly.

My wife was home from working the latter part of the day, and she had yet to retire. I knew all of this without revealing to anyone that I was now up ─ I kept my bedroom door closed.

But she soon enough also went to bed, and the house was in darkness.

I was able to weigh myself fully clothed just before heading for the front door, and registered a surprisingly light 186 pounds at most.

It was 2:55 a.m. by the time I had begun my walk. The sky was clear, and it was fairly chilly.

I rarely much feel able to seriously exercise before I leave on these walks, and I was not exactly fired up about a session at the nearby elementary school playground. Notwithstanding, I visited the facilities and ─ after wiping some condensation off one of the jungle gym monkey bars ─ I found myself to be feeling rather capable.

Oh, certainly, I blazed no massive totals in the pull-ups and chin-ups, but that is not the purpose of these sessions anymore now that I am into my 70s. Rather, I want to derive the fullest ─ the deepest ─ exercising of my upper body.

So even though I only managed three and then two pull-ups in the first two sets, then the same with the next pair of sets of chin-ups, and finally two pull-ups on the gymnastics-style rings in both of the final two sets (and I held the very last pull-up for a minimum of a 20-count), I descended in each repetition until I was briefly into a relaxed hang before rallying for another elevation.

I could feel the scapulae actually getting shifted about.

Even a year ago I had believed myself to be descending to a hang, but I came to realize fairly recently that I was fooling myself ─ I hung low, but I maintained a tension that I failed to release.

I no longer allow that cheating tension. I now come to a relaxed hang.

And of course once I was done, I sallied over to a nearby cement ramp for what turned out to be a dozen slow full-range push-ups in a declined position on the ramp.

Thereafter throughout my walk, I was surprising myself by how often I would draw the deepest possible lungs-filling breaths, the chill and somewhat damp night air reaching with an almost pleasant shock to the nethermost regions of those two organs.

I believe that it was either 5:52 or 5:53 a.m. once I was back home. I cannot recall if I was back into bed by 6 a.m.

Nor can I recall when I rose for the morning ─ I am sure that it was ahead of 9 a.m.

My brother was especially late rising this morning. I not only had possession of the T.V., but around 10:30 a.m. I had our Android TV Box in operation and was playing the video added yesterday to Rumble's A Warrior Calls channel: MANKIND WILL ONLY SURVIVE WITH THIS TRUTH.

Christopher James Live stream Thursday March 28th, 2024
[stream attacked again i wonder why?]
Extinction level against mankind is no longer theory... it is happening worlwide

The title of this live stream speaks volumes to what people worldwide MUST know
When we have the correct conversations and understanding the power of knowing WHO we are and using correct words...
We the people of this world can stop all of this evil and wipe it off the face of this earth

I now skip ahead through Christopher's videos ─ I am not in the least interested in his lengthy promotions of various enterprises he is involved with such as Master Peace and FLFE (or whatever the acronym is), along with various Ontario-centric businesses or events; nor do I care to sit there while he publicly thanks every one of the people who donated to him since his last Thursday video.

I'm weary too of his deluded rants on how he's going to try (by trial by jury) and lynch what would have to amount to be most of the darned country, for the corruption is absolutely everywhere and in every sphere of society.

My brother joined me after I had gotten well over a half hour through the video.

All else we were to watch was a 20-minute (20:51) video uploaded yesterday to YouTube's True North channel: Liberal bill would give MPs tens of millions in extra pensions.

Last week, Dominic LeBlanc introduced an amendment to the Elections Act, potentially enabling around 80 MPs to qualify for a House of Commons pension. According to the Canadian Taxpayers Federation, this delay would result in tens of millions in additional costs for taxpayers. Canadian Taxpayers Federation Alberta director Kris Sims joined True North’s Andrew Lawton to discuss.

I believe that this was all we watched. By then it was approximately midway through the noon hour this rather overcast day, and my brother surprised me by announcing that he was seeking further bed rest.

My wife had not yet emerged from her bedroom, so since I was undergoing a Sabbath fast, I also returned to bed.

Alas, when I later checked the time, it was nigh 3:25 p.m. ─ my wife usually works beginning in the latter afternoon of Saturdays, and usually leaves on her fairly long drive before this.

Well, it was true ─ she was not home. I had managed to sleep though what time she was to be spending out of bed before leaving for work; and now it is possible that she will not be back until after she finishes what is usually a full workday on Tuesday.

It makes me feel a bit guilty.

Of course my brother was gone for the day, too. In fact, both of my stepsons were also gone ─ I was home alone.

I finished watching over half of an hour-long (1:06:27) video ─ that greater portion which remained from an earlier foray in the morning ─ on Common Law that had been published yesterday to Rumble's We The People - Constitutional Conventions channel: You Own Your Property - Time To End the FRAUD of Property Tax and More.

I wish that I could afford to leave here honourably and head farther north to find a community of people versed in Common Law ─ I need good, fearless, Christian people in my life who know how to live outside of the tyranny and fraud surrounding us all.

Anyway, late this afternoon or else early in the evening, I weighed myself while fully naked. Quite possibly, I was down to 173 pounds ─ most remarkable.

However, I felt weak and listless from this fast ─ abstaining even from caffeine ─ that began before dark yesterday and typically will continue until after it gets dark today (Saturday).

I was considering phoning my late old friend William A.G.'s girlfriend Sandy early this evening ─ she makes me feel obligated; but I have run out of time due to my late start on blogging.

So with a Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol) in hand, and a nutritious quick supper rounded up, I splurged on an episode of Magnum P.I. ─ the final season five's episode two ("Three Bridges"). I felt that beer!

Actually, I wanted to imbibe further, but Magnum P,I, did not finish too much ahead of 9 p.m. There was no further time to be risked watching T.V. (beyond a couple of YouTube music videos), for my brother might return at any point, and I do not wish to become involved in a late night with him.

I want to rise at 4 a.m., and no later than 6 a.m. be away on the 5.625-mile round trip walk to do some grocery shopping. The hope is to get out again that evening on another similar walk; only then will I sit up late into the evening watching T.V. with my brother.

What a sorry marginalized life I lead.

Dreamers

Yeah, I had my walk last evening ─ to the Fleetwood government liquor store where I bought 1½ dozen cans of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol).

It was probably around 7:15 p.m. when I left, for the store closes at 9 p.m. most days. And even though I had my roadblocks in getting there, for I needed to withdraw money for the venture, I arrived in time aplenty.

Rain threatened, and it was doing a pretty good job of taking control on the homeward hike. Nonetheless, despite drinking a cider before leaving home, and a Cariboo on the way back, I suppose I fared well.

My younger brother was here watching T.V. at my return, so when I later joined him and got the invitation to put our Android TV Box to work, I led us off with the very last episode of The Good Karma Hospital.

It was a nice little series. A sideline that I especially enjoyed was whenever the strait-laced nurse Mari Rodriguez (actress Nimmi Harasgama) would loosen up and display tenderness and even her female side. I even began to recognize that she was rather attractive ─ in the last few episodes especially.

How about this?

Thunderation!

Anyway, we were to also watch an episode each of Yellowstone (episode five "Cowboys and Dreamers" of season three), and then 1923 (episode six "Ghost of Zebrina" of its first and thus far only  season).

I had grown so fed up with my drunken brother's seemingly uncurtainable blathering that near the termination of the latter episode ─ when a tugboat that a couple of young central characters were aboard was no longer being piloted and was about to be run asunder by a ghost freighter ─ his obtuseness and obliviousness were of such degree that I was not going to expend any effort in seeking to fruitlessly maintain his involvement.

So I did not suspend the episode for his return when first he ventured into the kitchen to open a new beer to pour into his beer mug, and then he forayed upstairs to have a pee, utterly dense to the sounds of dramatic excitement emanating from the T.V.

I'm done with that. If he cannot even hold his pathetically loose tongue and pay attention to what's happening, then I am certainly not going to suspend play of the show when I know he is too befuddled to likely even remember any of the episode by the time we next watch the series.

My wife had come home from work earlier in the evening. I am relatively certain that I was the last of the household to seek bed, so maybe that was around 3 a.m. ─ but I am guessing. By then I had consumed another couple of Cariboos, and maybe even another cider.

This morning I rose around 8:30 a.m., but spent overlong here at my computer. My brother emerged from his bedroom and had control of the T.V. by 9:30 a.m.

He did soon enough relinquish it once I joined him, so I put our Android TV Box into life and led us off with yesterday's three-minute (3:08) addition to cutie-pie Anita Krishna's AKStraightSpeaks channel on Rumble: Baltimore Bridge Collapse...on purpose?

My 2 cents on the Baltimore Bridge collapse on March 26, 2024.

I never wrote of it yesterday, but we had watched a couple of other fairly short videos about this suspicious catastrophe.

Then I tuned in an episode of Glitch ─ episode three ("Miracle or Punishment") of season one. Due to faulty links in the three or four main streaming apps of our Android TV Box, I had used a browser app and so we watched the episode ─ probably courtesy of UpMovies.net at this link.

Yesterday at best we had watched half an hour of a 1½-hour (1:28:58) documentary added July 7, 2019, to Bitchute's Adaneth channel: Gods and Goddesses. We finished watching it this morning.

A 2001 History Channel Documentary hosted by Stanley Bernard.

The world of the Ancient Greeks lives on today through its mythology. For countless generations prior to biblical times, tales of gods and goddesses were passed down by storytellers and interwoven into traditions and philosophies. Each city devoted itself to particular gods. But these gods also had human frailties.

Where did the pantheon originate? Did any of the stories in Greek mythology actually occur? This History Channel program delves deep into the stories of the Greek Olympian pantheon.

My brother did not pay too much heed to the documentary, and in fact was so anxious to get away to start drinking and playing some pool that he never even sought some rest before leaving for the day.

My wife had risen late in the morning ─ she was scheduled to work beginning in the latter afternoon. I let her know when I was set to seek an early afternoon nap.

In truth, I was to only have one meal today; and since my Sabbath fast commenced ere sunset, it would seem that for possibly the third day running I am eating but one daily meal.

It will be interesting to discover my naked body weight late tomorrow afternoon or early evening.

I watched a Christmas movie this latter afternoon and early evening whilst supping and drinking a Cariboo Malt and three cans of cider (two were 7% alcohol) ─ 2017's Christmas Wedding Planner.

Lead actress Jocelyn Hudon ─ unknown to me ─ was irresistibly cute. Oh, shucks, hot! And though she did look potentially familiar, and has definitely acted in material I have previously watched, no bells ring.

I felt barely any Christmas vibe ─ the movie was more of a Hallmark-style romance than a Christmas feature. For that reason alone, I have no desire to ever see it again, pleasant romance that it was.

I'm somewhat feeling ─ pleasantly ─ my drink. The day became rather sunny, so I am expecting that it will be dry overnight. I have a wee a.m. five-mile+ walk planned for which I intend to be rising at 1:30 a.m., and thus I will be getting to bed into the early part of the latter evening.

And with that proclaimed, I am going to deem this Good Friday's post concluded. It is nearing 8:30 p.m.

💀☠💀☠💀☠ Inexcusable

Such an unusually feel-good day yesterday, and then this day of oppressive despair and self-loathing ─ one of my worst. And all because I could not just get to bed in timely fashion following this early a.m.'s five-mile+ walk.

My aberrant foulness is beyond tolerating. I do not even want to know life anymore.

I cannot blog further.

Better Than Usual

Last evening I did not walk quite as far as usual, for I settled upon visiting the Green Timbers Liquor Store (Google Map) that is immediately adjacent to the Green Timbers Pub.

The walk exceeded four miles, but was definitely under five miles.

All I bought were an eight-pack of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol), and they cost me $15 because I felt compelled to tip back my change. I cannot afford to drink like that ─ paying $15 for eight cans of beer. I believe that I can still remember being able to buy a case of a dozen bottles of beer for something under $3 back in 1970 when I first began drinking the stuff at the age of 20.

Consequently, I am going to do my best to just shop where there is no guilted tipping.

I was back home before my younger brother had shown up, so I had control of the T.V. by the time he did get home.

Due to his tardiness, we were only to watch two shows, and he was his garrulously drunken self, so it is fortunate that the first was just an episode of The Jonathan Ross Show ─ episode two of season or series 21. Also fortunate was that there were no guests of interest to me.

However, he did spoil the next show with his annoying blather ─ I don't know why he's like this. He's been drinking with people since the early afternoon, and doesn't get home until well past 10:30 p.m. ─ why can't he just sit and be entertained by the T.V. instead of droning on and bloody on?!

The second show was The Rig ─ episode two of what is so far the first and only season.

What I truly find exasperating is when he blabbers on through some of these series, and then bitches at me that he doesn't like them because he can't understand or follow what's going on. In a recent instance I had tuned in the fourth episode of one series and quite early into it he growled in complaint something to the effect, "Is this another of something new?"

At times like that I just remain silent, or utter a barely controlled-but-long "No...."

When the episode last night was done, I just set the SmartTube app in our Android TV Box to play random YouTube videos.

My wife had come home from work just ahead of my brother's arrival. She was clearly appalled at finding the twin sinks in the kitchen piled full of dirty dishes (she had not been home since Saturday afternoon).

She ought to know better than to gripe my way ─ I wash every dish I am responsible for. Her two sons are the slobs. They can never use a dish or utensil twice ─ a new one is required every time they eat something.

Her eldest son is ridiculous where filling up the sinks are concerned. I will go to pains to thoroughly rinse out containers my wife has put leftovers into ─ IF I happen to be the person who finishes off what may be in those containers.

Then I leave the cleaned container on the counter. I have never used the dishwasher and never will ─ I always wash dishes by hand. But this idiot 29-year-old is something of a germophobe and believes that nothing is clean if toxic detergent has not been used ─ mere scalding hot water is not sufficient.

So even if I place a washed dish into the kitchen dish rack, he will remove it and plop it into the sink. And if it happened to be a pot, he will start piling his and his brother's heavily soiled dishes into it, eventually burying it under a mass of their dirty dishes.

I refuse to wipe my stepsons' arses ─ they are old enough to do that for themselves, so I only wash what I am responsible for. The sink can remain filled until their mother shows up to wipe their arses for them. It sure ain't my fault they haven't been trained.

Okay, enough carping.

I don't remember when I got to bed last night, but I hope that it wasn't any worse than 2:30 a.m.

Now that my brother is not having to leave here five mornings a week to drive his now unemployed girlfriend Bev to work, he doesn't rise as early as before.

As for me, I could have risen before 7 a.m., but I dared not ─ I needed more sleep, even though I only drank two cans of Cariboo Malt last evening.

I finally did rise just ahead of 8 a.m. My brother never emerged from his bedroom until at least 9:30 a.m., by which time I had control of the T.V. And so when he joined me, I used our Android TV Box to first tune in two short videos from Rumble's klaTVEnglish channel, both of which had been added on March 23:

• Anniversary of the NATO attack on Yugoslavia | www.kla.tv/10246 (5:03)

Anniversary of the NATO attack on Yugoslavia – unspeakable suffering, unclarified guilt! (Film: “WHY? Stories of the bombed Yugoslavia”)
March 24, 2024, is the 25th anniversary of the NATO attack on former Yugoslavia which violated international law. For 79 days the NATO Air Force attacked Yugoslavia, dropping 14,000 bombs which killed more than 2,000 and injured over 8,000 civilians.
▬ IN TEXT FORM WITH SOURCES: https://www.kla.tv/10246

• NATO War Crimes 25 years ago in Yugoslavia - Is history being repeated? | www.kla.tv/12619 (1:17)

French President Emmanuel Macron does not rule out sending Western ground troops to Ukraine. Beginning of March an intercepted web conference of the German Bundeswehr revealed a possible delivery of German Taurus cruise missiles to Ukraine. German lawyer Peter Schindler estimates the chance of Germany and Europe being in an open war with Russia by end of June 2024 at well over 50%. The NATO bombing of Yugoslavia, which began 25 years ago on March 24, 1999, shows that this is by no means a far-fetched assumption. Countless reports reveal that this was a massive NATO war crime that has yet to be brought to justice. For this alleged humanitarian war operation, 30,000 to 50,000 missiles were shot mounted with highly toxic Uranium ammunition which caused a genocide of the Serbian people. How was this possible and what unspeakable suffering did it cause? Watch the following Kla.TV programs, which provide clear answers to these questions. Still the peoples have the chance to prevent history from repeating.
▬ IN TEXT FORM WITH SOURCES: https://www.kla.tv/12619

Thereafter we only had time for one further video that well exceeded an hour (1:12:54). It had been added on March 4, 2022, to Rumble's America's Untold Stories channel: The Coffee Shop - Midget Wrestlers, Hustlers, Pimps, Prostitutes and a Vaudevillian Witch Doctor.

We return with another chapter out of Mark Groubert's insane life. When he was far too young for the responsibility, he was left to run his uncle's coffee shop in Times Square during the drop dead 70s. Whatever could go wrong?

This was a whole lot of fun ─ Mark Groubert was and is a major hoot!

I believe that it ended well enough ahead of 11:30 a.m., but my brother was set for bed rest. Peculiarly, I cannot clearly remember if I was still up when he left afterwards or not. It seems to me that I was back to bed for a nap around noon. My wife was up by then.

I never had anything to eat yet, but I was not hungry. When I later rose, I actually felt unusually hale. I even had some exercise out in the backyard tool shed as I awaited my brother's return with Bev so that she and I could successfully make her Employment Insurance application online after her botching an attempt yesterday.

I think that they showed up well after 3 p.m., catching my wife off guard as she sat in the dining area watching a movie on her tablet.

My wife has been withdrawn from me, so we have not been communicating. She is only ever friendly when she wants money, it seems.

My brother and Bev left after her application process was complete; and then just after 4 p.m., my wife left for somewhere without a word to me.

I had some further exercise in my brother's bedroom.

I actually feel rather good even yet as I type these words just ahead of 5 p.m., and I have yet to have a meal.

The day seems to have had a light rain predominating ─ maybe that has helped my well-being, for I do prefer the gloom unless I want to sunbathe, and I have yet to do that this year.

This is a bath day, but first I am going to watch some T.V. and have a beer (and maybe a cider). Back anon.

... Well! Not much after I had typed out those words, my wife returned ─ she had a load of groceries. She had only been gone about an hour. Thus, my T.V., drinking, and eating are curtailed ─ she is busy preparing a supper.

I have plans for a walk in the wee a.m., so I will not be sitting up late this evening. However, that light rain is no longer light ─ it's coming down rather smartly.

At this point in my day it is only 5:19 p.m., so I am going to suspend further work on the post for the present and see what befalls. 

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My wife was somewhat more communicative, and even ensured I had adequate supper ─ she even prevented me from partaking of a tray of several items that her youngest son had brought home yesterday and which had not been refrigerated. She had me return it to the tray and she herself discarded it.

She can be terrifically sweet sometimes.

I did get to watch some T.V.: FBI: International ─ episode 19 ("Dead Sprint") of season two. Apart from my supper, I had with it a can of Cariboo Malt prior to eating, and then a can of cider after the filling meal.

And then I watched some random YouTube videos via the SmartTube app that I have downloaded into our Android TV Box.

By the way, early in the evening it was brilliantly sunny outside ─ one would have thought that we never had any rain at all today just by looking out a window!

I think that I shall sleep decently enough. Supper ─ my sole meal today ─ was quite large, and now I do feel relatively sleepy. The good feeling of earlier had remained, though ─ I wish that it could be commonplace, but days like this are depressingly rare. I would not even claim having one such per month.

It is after 9 p.m., so I am going to call this post complete and publish it.

Bev's (and My) Failure

My younger brother did bring his girlfriend Bev here mid-afternoon to have her apply online for E.I. But after she spent nigh an hour bumbling about ─ I remained as aloof as possible, only encroaching when she clearly required some help ─ she clicked something she should not have, and was unable to return to her application.

She closed out of the browser, and we returned to the application area and submitted a temporary passcode that she had been given early into the previous application process, but the declaration was presented that her identity could not be validated and she needed to apply anew.

She was so flustered that she gave up.

And so she and my brother are to come back tomorrow ─ this time I said I would make the submission for her, if she did not mind me having the access to her data.

Last evening went badly for me.

My accursed addiction was entertained and I was not to get to bed until just past 10:30 p.m., so I reset my cellphone alarm from 1:30 a.m. to 2:30 a.m. to get me up to ready for a five-mile+ walk.

It was to happen that I found myself awake ahead of 2 a.m., so I rose then.

By the time I was all set to go, my fully clothed weight was around 188 pounds, but I was to discover that a mist-like rain was in play and everything was wet. I decided to bypass the elementary school playground and not exercise there.

However, it was not just due to the wet ─ I also had a later start than I cared to have. Just as I was about to open the outer screen (it's actually screen and glass) door to leave on my walk, I noticed a skunk rooting about in the lawn, and only a dozen feet in front of the door.

I stood for some minutes fruitlessly waiting for it to vacate the area, and then decided to leave anyway. The noisy opening of that outer door got the creature scampering off, but it was 2:49 a.m.

My walk otherwise was largely featureless, and I was back home by 4:35 a.m. ─ very good time.

I believe that my renewed bedtime was close to 6 a.m., and I was to acquire another further two or so hours in bed.

It's still not enough ─ even with an early afternoon nap that was incomplete, I am dreadfully weary as my afternoon comes to a close. I was intending an evening walk, but that will not be possible unless I get an actual nap. Earlier I was too uneasy because of expecting my brother to be showing up with Bev ─ he had suggested 2 p.m.

He and I watched a few videos over the bulk of the latter morning via our Android TV Box.

First was a 24-minute (24:28) feature posted by Dr. William Makis on his Substack early today: VIDEO - How the Deep state really played Trump - who was the chief engineer of the lockdowns? (Mar.13, 2024).

The answer to that question was apparently Deborah Birx.

The next two videos were at Dr. Peter McCullough's Substack.

The first was only six minutes (6:07): FDA Deceived America on Ivermectin, CDC Covering Up Vaccine Myocarditis, and Much More.

The second video was not too shy of 1½ hours (1:23:55), and had been published yesterday: What Happened to the Rights of Englishmen?

Mike Fairclough: The only school principal in the UK to oppose Covid tyranny.

This ended before 11:30 a.m., but my brother was already set for some bed rest. I had my day's substantial first meal and was myself to bed by maybe 12:30 p.m., but as said earlier, I never managed well due to some unease about when my brother might return with Bev after he left (he left while I was abed).

I feel bad for not stepping in to offer Bev more help than I did, but I will atone for that tomorrow.

It is now just past 6 p.m., and I am going to quit blogging for today and seek some bed rest in the hope that I can still manage an evening walk.

By the way, my monthly pension was directly deposited today, and I was able to transfer it to my private account before my wife evidently noticed it, for she never contacted me to seek any of it.

💀☠💀☠💀☠ Darkest Secrets

I had my walk last evening to the Fleetwood Save-on-Foods outlet, probably leaving here around 8:15 p.m., and walking rather leisurely. I see now that it does not take much over an hour to arrive there.

However, all I bought were two six-pack rings of cider (5% and 7% alcohol) ─ each was a different brand; and a bottle of potassium supplements. In total, the purchases cost me $49.30.

I cannot afford expenditures like this so regularly, and it has me concerned.

Anyway, I drank a can each of the two brands of cider during my walk home, and nicely felt the alcoholic effect.

It was almost 11 p.m. once I was back, and I was to find that my younger brother was garrulously drunk. He was content to waste our T.V. time until midnight with his incessant yakking before finally inviting me to tune in something via our Android TV Box, but I ignored his two suggestions as to just what.

Consequently, he immediately harboured resentment towards the pilot episode of a new series I had lined up for us ─ Noughts + Crosses.

He can be petulant like this, and his interest development in the show was not helped by his attempts to engage me in conversation by venturing undesired negative commentary. I just ignored him ─ it is the only way to reduce his blather.

I enjoyed the episode, and find the series to be intriguing, so I will be tuning in future episodes from time to time for us. I doubt that he will even remember that we watched the pilot episode the next time I play the series.

After that we only watched random YouTube videos via the SmartTube app, and then around 2 a.m. he bade me a goodnight.

Somehow I managed to refrain from my bed until just after 4 a.m., despite only having consumed two cans of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol) over the evening's T.V. viewing.

Yet this morning I was awake and rose after likely less than four full hours in bed ─ and I felt it. I felt abused.

But somehow before my brother made his appearance, I managed some gruelling exercising out in the backyard tool shed this cloudy day.

My brother never emerged from his bedroom until 10 a.m., confessing to having slept unusually well.

Again employing our Android TV Box, I had an hour-long (1:00:13) video lined up for us to watch that had been added to Rumble's America's Untold Stories channel on March 1, 2022: The World's Largest Toga Party.

Happy Mardi Gras! To celebrate, Mark Groubert is going to share the events surrounding when he hosted the World's Largest Toga party in New Orleans as part of the National Lampoon. Like everything else with Mark, the stories and characters are insane.

It was a fun episode!

Then I tuned in a 24-minute (24:47) video that had been added to Rumble's The Why Files channel back on February 2, 2023: Georgia Guidestones Darkest Secrets Revealed | Destroyed by a villain or a hero?

Georgia Guidestones Destroyed by a Villain or a Hero?

On July 6, 2022, a bomb detonated on a 5-acre plot of farmland in Elberton, Georgia. The explosion destroyed a large monument that had stood on the property for over 40 years.

Known as "The Georgia Guidestones", it was four monolithic slabs of granite, weighing over 230,000 pounds, that contained a set of rules for a more peaceful and orderly society.

The identity of the builder was a mystery for 40 years, but today I'll tell you who he was.

But why did he want to keep his identity a secret? Probably for the same reason the Georgia Guidestones were destroyed.

Because, according to the Guidestones, the way to a perfect society is through a one-world government, genetic and racial purity, and massive global depopulation.

In other words: A New World Order.

After that, it was again the SmartTube random YouTube videos for a while. My brother returned to his bedroom for some rest, but I had a substantial first meal of the day and had yet to seek a nap when he emerged from his room and left for the day.

While I napped, he phoned me at 2:16 p.m., but had to leave a message for me to call him back. I did so at 3:39 p.m.

It seems that he had taken his unemployed girlfriend Bev to Service Canada to apply for E.I., but it was ridiculously overcrowded.

So now they plan for her to apply online, and want to do it here tomorrow on my computer.

What I neglected to learn was if this meant that he was bringing her here this evening to spend the night? I plan an early a.m. walk, so I have no intention of sitting up.

Some anxiety this early evening saw me watch an episode of FBI: Most Wanted ─ episode two ("Taxman") of season four ─ during which I had a very light supper, plus a well needed can each of Cariboo Malt and one of the ciders (5% alcohol). It does not feel to be enough, but it is almost 8:30 p.m.

With that said, I must end my blogging for today. I will but add that I am dreadfully randy.

Always Harried

This must be a quick post, for it is after 7 p.m. and I want to be away on a shopping hike by around 8 p.m.

I rose this morning at 4 a.m. ─ rather eagerly, actually, for I had pretty much slept myself out ─ and by barely past 6 a.m. was away on what was to be a 5.625-mile round trip hike to Real Canadian Superstore.

It was magnificently dark and even somewhat foggy ─ and chilly ─ when I left, but the Sun was strong behind me as I returned.

I intended to have three sets of pull-ups and chin-ups on my way to the store, and I had even gotten among the playground equipment at the nearby elementary school. But then in the thick dark just outside a corner of the small playground, I noticed some spectral-like movement and quickly realized that there was a figure looming there, probably shrouded in a blanket.

Obviously this compelled me to mosey on away to resume my walk, but I was deeply annoyed.

For the past week or so, there has been a tent erected at an extreme edge of the grounds on some nights when I cut though the school property, and a couple of times at night I have passed by a person sleeping in a bit of ready-made encampment under a set of school steps.

So I expect that it was a homeless person lingering in the dark who scotched my bit of exercising. Likely he was no longer able to sleep, and was just roaming about as he awaited daylight ─ or maybe he had been relieving himself.

Whatever the situation, I wish these people would camp more remotely ─ I certainly would. I have little respect for those who make a presence of themselves instead of being more reclusive.

Anyway, I was back home by about 8:30 a.m. and soon enough returned to bed because my younger brother was not up as yet.

Possibly I managed some napping. It was well past 10 a.m. ─ maybe nearer 10:30 a.m. ─ when I went downstairs for my day's second mug of strong instant coffee, at which time my brother was just about to turn on the T.V.

So I joined him, and we finished watching the documentary ─ recorded by me on a thumb or flash drive ─ that we had to depart from yesterday because he wanted to return to his bedroom at 11:30 a.m. for some bed rest before leaving for the day to socialize.

He didn't show much interest in the documentary yesterday, but he paid it fuller heed this morning.

At 50 minutes (50:22), it had been uploaded on October 1, 2020, to YouTube's Free Documentary - History channel: Food History: The Roman Banquet | Let's Cook History | Free Documentary History.

Let's Cook History - Episode 1: The Roman Banquet | History Documentary

The Roman empire was a time of power and brutality, fueled by violent games and bloodbaths. However, it was also abundant in refinement and extreme sensuality. Food and cooking was an key indicator of success, with quality and abundance of dishes the primary measure. As the first and largest European civilization, Rome was at the epicenter of culinary innovation, with an acute emphasis on vegetables, meat and spices.

From eating lying down, to watering down fine wines, Rome had unique practices when it came to dining. Techniques are examined, and strange staples, such as a fish intestine sauce that was the Roman equivalent of ketchup, are revealed. We explore the taste laboratories of Epicius, the master behind Rome’s cooking prowess, and source of inspiration for the best chefs today.

An entertaining five part series exploring the origins of our eating habits. Each episode reconstructs a famous meal from a different period in history, depicting the evolution of tastes, customs and world trades that have shaped our cuisine.

Then we watched a 42-minute (42:06) video published yesterday to Rumble's AKStraightSpeaks channel: A Talk with Former BC Premier's Daughter, Chia Vanderzalm.

Free flowing convo with Chia Vanderzalm, personal trainer turned political activist.
LINKS:
https://independentbc.ca/
Press for Truth interview with Mr. Vanderzalm
https://pressfortruth.ca/exclusive-former-premier-of-bc-bill-vander-zalm-on-covid-1984-and-the-push-for-global-communism/

I was no fan of Bill Vanderzalm back in the 1970s, but I can appreciate the principled politician now.

After this, since it was around noon, I just set the SmartTube app that I have downloaded into our Android TV Box to play random YouTube videos. Anon my brother returned to his bedroom to rest; I had a large first meal of the day, and had not yet sought a nap when my brother emerged from his bedroom and left for the day.

An extremely sunny one, by the way.

I never sought my nap until maybe 2 p.m., rather foolishly. It was my intention to leave here on a day walk at 5 p.m. to comfortably attain the government liquor store in Fleetwood ─ the store closes at 7 p.m. on Sundays. It would take me something over an hour to get there.

But my nap was extreme ─ I never shook it off until something like 4:45 p.m. It was impossible to leave at 5 p.m. because I needed coffee with which to revive, and I would also need to groom and dress for the outing.

Now I plan to visit the same area, but will hit the Save-On-Foods store there ─ this branch of the store sells wine and cider, and is open until 10 p.m.

A Lifetime's Endless Sins

Despite being awake when my 1:30 a.m. cellphone alarm chimed last night (I had gotten to bed around 9:30 p.m. last evening), I felt well enough slept to begin readying for my walk.

My wife still seemed to be up, but she was near to finally getting some sleep. I remained behind my closed bedroom door to avoid interaction ─ I prefer focussing on ensuring my solitary walk.

By the time I was outside and set to be on my way, it was 2:35 a.m. And although there was some wet about due to late afternoon and early evening very light rain, I could see some drying on pavement.

I hadn't weighed myself, but I stopped at the elementary school playground three or four blocks distant for the usual six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups. The gymnastics-style rings were still out of use due to hooligans having wrapped their chains around the very high crossbar, so I exercised exclusively on the jungle gym monkey bars.

They had rain drops on their undersides, but otherwise they were dry. However, it had begun to very lightly spit rain again.

Notwithstanding, I had a secure barehanded grip, and opening with three pull-ups in the first set, I attained two pull-ups and chin-ups in the remaining five sets, holding that very last pull-up between two bars for a 20-count.

Then I engaged a dozen slow full-range push-ups in a declined position on a cement ramp before continuing on with my walk.

I wrote yesterday that I was considering walking the length of the Green Timbers Greenway that spans from 150th Street (Google Map) to King George Boulevard (Google Map), which must be around 1.8 miles.

However, I did not desire to invest that much time, for the King George terminus of the Greenway is itself a half mile of extra distance from the nearest boundary of my usual walking route.

So all I did was walk the Greenway from 150th Street to Fraser Highway ─ this Google Map misses the mark, but you can still see where the true intersection is.

Just in that stretch of nighttime walking ─ the Greenway has no artificial lighting ─ I spooked a couple or rabbits initially, and then something unseen farther on that shook some shrubbery; and better than halfway along, something maybe thrice the size of a rabbit was startled by me and thundered by. I never saw it directly ─ only peripherally from my right. Consequently, maybe it was larger ─ a coyote, possibly.

I had my Titan baton flashlight stun gun with me, but never did I turn on the flashlight. The overcast sky and the wet of the paved Greenway conspired to reflect enough light for me to see as well as I needed to, and for quite some distance.

Had the night been with a clear sky, none of this ambient light would have been present and I would have needed my own illumination. On such dark nights, it is not possible to see deep along the Greenway at all ─ visibility is extremely restricted.

A big concern is not just wildlife. Rather, I would not care to be meeting up with somebody walking an aggressive dog. Anyone walking a dog at that time of night would be doing so in order for the animal to run free because the owner would not expect anyone else to be out there.

As well, there is always the chance of encountering a homeless recluse who might have a hidden encampment in the forest somewhere.

Having a flashlight lit up on an extremely dark night would serve to forewarn others that I was coming so that they could secure their dog; or else in the case of someone as odd as me out there, to take evasive action to avoid me. 

Anyway, it was a rather unique experience, and I was back home by 4:47 a.m. To have exceeded two hours by a dozen minutes when I had not had any delays or unplanned detours forced upon me indicates that I did indeed walk extra distance. Normally I never exceed 148th Street, so walking to 150th Street and then recovering that distance while following the Greenway added four blocks (a half mile) just in itself.

I doubt that I was to bed much worse than 6:15 a.m., but it was a considerable surprise to make my first time check later and discover that it was 10:18 a.m. ─ it is rare that I manage to gain that much more time in bed.

When I joined my younger brother for some T.V. via our Android TV Box, I led us off with a 37-minute (37:22) video posted early today to BitChute's Banned Youtube Videos channel: Tucker Carlson Network : Episode 83 - Chairman Omali Yeshitela | Tucker Carlson.

The Biden administration is trying to send an 82-year veteran to prison for life for the crime of repeating ‘Russian misinformation.’ The scariest, most important criminal case you’ve probably never heard of.

When I watch T.V. shows featuring the FBI and CIA, I know that the episodes are sheer rot ─ the two organizations may have some good men and women, but most are just automatons who will do absolutely anything their corrupt top brass orders them to do, no matter how apparently unjust.

People like that sicken me ─ I despise them. As I said to my brother in sarcasm, maybe the group got raided because they were unvaccinated ... or maybe they were selling raw milk.

I next tuned in a documentary that I had previously downloaded onto a flash or thumb drive, but midway through at most ─ it was only around 11:30 a.m. ─ my brother announced that he wanted to have some early bed rest before going out for the day.

I expect us to finish watching the documentary tomorrow morning, so I will identify it then.

My wife rose and emerged from her bedroom before I was able to seek a nap, and it was to cost me. She imposed upon me to 'loan' her $500 so that she could forward the money to her mother over in Thailand.

I warned my wife that we have some heavy annual billings coming up, the first of which is due April 2nd, but she lives in a fantasy and soundly believes that just by promising to repay the 'loan' in time to meet these billings is practically as good as actually fulfilling the promise.

So that is $1,400 of my tax refund gone for her debts, and not the household's. I am not feeling easy about this imposition by her at all.

She had to work this latter afternoon, and probably left just as I was rising from a short afternoon nap that I did not take until past 2 p.m.

The day has been overcast, and with some possible very light rain ─ I have not paid much heed.

This was a bath day, so early this evening after I stripped down for it, at very most I weighed 174 pounds nude ─ maybe even as little as 173. My Sabbath fast will be ending once it gets dark.

...

And so it did ─ I began to eat at 8 p.m. while watching an episode of FBI (despite my earlier censure). The episode was season five's episode 19 ("Sins of the Past"). Sure, I enjoyed it ... but that's what fantasy is for.

I won't be rising too early overnight ─ I'll have my cellphone alarm set for 4 a.m. ─ and the plan will be to get away by 6 a.m. on a walk that will also involve some grocery shopping.

I will be avoiding my brother this evening when he gets home. And my wife ... well, she spends her free weekend time somewhere in Vancouver, so I am not expecting her back after she finishes work this evening.

My, ain't my life just jolly?

💀☠💀☠💀☠ Dead End

The shame of it.

It is almost weird, but I had to sit here a few seconds and strive to remember which walk I underwent last evening ─ so much seems to have affected me since then.

I left around 7:45 p.m. (if I am properly remembering) and hiked to the Save-On-Foods in Fleetwood ─ possibly a distance of 2¾ miles at minimum. I am downgrading the distance from what I had believed might have exceeded three miles.

All I bought were a container of their natural crunchy peanut butter, a 750-ml bottle of red wine, and four cans of what I assumed was a type of cider ─ hopefully with some alcoholic punch.

The latter were for the walk home, although I only ever did drink one can ─ and to my disappointment, they were tall cans (473-ml. or 16 ounces). The cans had been refrigerated ─ maybe I could have downed a second can had they been room temperature.

Only today did I discovered that I had paid around $15 (with deposit and tax) for a pathetic mock IPA of just ½% alcohol! No wonder I could not perceive any effect from the damned can!

This is the product I got suckered into wasting my drinking money on. How do these counterfeits even sell ─ especially at that price?

Anyway, I got home to find my brother already passed out in front of the T.V., but he did revive by the time I had dressed down in my bedroom and otherwise readied myself for some evening T.V.

We were to watch three episodes of series that we follow, and he did remain conscious for them, although so drunkenly garrulous that he could not possibly have followed them.

First was an episode of The Outpost ─ season two's episode five ("The Blade of the Three").

Then I tuned in Australia's Wanted ─ episode five ("Detour") of the first season. I do not quite understand how it was to fall out, but my brother requested a second episode (he has been passed out for most of at least two earlier episodes), so I tuned in the season finale sixth episode ("Dead End").

They were truly good episodes! The friendship that has bloomed between characters Lola and Chelsea just melts my heart ─ I wish I could have had a Chelsea in my younger life. Actress Geraldine Hakewill is utterly beguiling.

My wife had come home from work at some point as my brother and I watched our shows; but my sordidness is nearly boundless, and I was not to retire at long last until after 4 a.m., free at last of my iniquitous enslavement to my bedside computer while my wife slept in her bedroom adjacent to mine.

My morning this overcast day began around 8:30 a.m. My brother never emerged from his bedroom until maybe at least 9:30 a.m., so I had control of the T.V.

When he joined me, I led off our entertainment via our Android TV Box with an exceptionally short (2:56) and abruptly terminated video added yesterday to Rumble's AKStraightSpeaks channel: Carbon Tax, Gouging Canadians.

Video I recorded March 20, 2024 about the Conservatives push for a non-confidence vote on March 21.
The Liberals want us to pay carbon tax on top of GST at the pump!

Then it was a 54-minute (54:39) video published on July 8, 2019, to Rumble's Adaneth channel: Egypt's Golden Empire | Last Great Pharaoh (Episode 3).

Episode 3: This episode tells the story of Ramesses the Great, who resurrected the Egyptian empire. His reign was the high point in the life of the New Kingdom but also was the precursor of its ruin and destruction. He embarked on the most ambitious building program the world had ever seen. His master craftsmen were responsible for the remarkable tomb-building in the Valley of the Kings and the most beautiful tomb, which was built for Ramesses' chief wife, Nefetari. The world of Ramesses II was the high point of Egyptian civilization.

All pharaohs who came after him tried to recapture his greatness, none could. With Ramesses XI, Egypt's Golden Empire was over. A mysterious warlike people, the Sea Peoples, began attacking Egypt's allies and colonies. At home, the people were starving. The craftsmen began to rob and desecrate the very tombs they had built. In a last desperate act, the bodies of 40 pharaohs were moved and placed in a secret cave where they would lie undiscovered for 3,000 years.

Somehow I screwed up the sequencing of the three videos in this series, for we have yet to watch the first two. But we eventually will.

We concluded our veiwing with two of the latest videos added to Rumble's A Warrior Calls channel.

First was yesterday's 46-minute Edge of Change.

Thursday, March 21st, 2024 Live Stream - Part 2
Special Guest: Sarah Westall
https://sarahwestall.com/

Sarah Westall is a partner at Galex Consulting and the host of the nationally syndicated show, “Business Game Changers”. Her show features leaders in Business, Government, Society, and Science. Her current focus is on free speech rights and raising awareness of crimes against humanity. She came together with fellow podcasters and journalists to sue Google for violating the 1st amendment by serving as a government partner and actor to delete channels and silence speech. Subsequently, she formed the action oriented non-profit United for Free Speech.
Biography - see https://sarahwestall.com/sarah-westall-biography/

I was unfamiliar with Sarah, but I find myself very much interested in what she has to offer.

The second episode that we were to watch was added today, and well exceeded an hour, but I now fast forward through the lengthy preludes and also the conclusion to most of Christopher's videos: Billions Stolen by People at a Corrupt Service Corporation called CANADA.

THIS STREAM WAS HEAVILY ATTACKED BECAUSE OF THE MASSIVE TRUTH SHOWN.

The people in Canada need to wake up and fast to the massive theft and death that is occurring against us all by corrupt and repugnant maggots acting for service corporations that masquerade as a legitimate Governments which NONE of them are.... we have treason occurring and an extinction level event occurring worldwide... and the ONLY solution is what Christopher James provides at that courthouse with our fellow man and woman that act as police or military involved.

I no longer sit through Christopher's various time-killing 'commercials' and acknowledgements. Anything dealing with Master Peace gets a huge pass. It does not matter to me if the stuff does as claimed ─ I cannot afford to be spending over $50 (Canadian) a month on something that I tried for two months and perceived absolutely no improvement in anything amiss with me ─ and there is plenty, for I am 74 years old.

Besides, I detest claims that something is supposedly a gift to Mankind when it is priced outside of the reach of MOST of Mankind!

After our shows, my brother sought his bed rest, but my wife was up by the time he and I quit our morning viewing (we watched till just about 12:30 p.m.).

She had to work this latter afternoon, so she left here just ahead of 3:30 p.m. on her fairly long drive. But she was in good spirits, for I had earlier transferred the $900 she has practically begged of me from my tax refund, promising that she would put it towards the $1,800 debt she believes is what remained of a credit card burden she had skipped out on and was subsequently facing pursuit over from a legal firm.

When she asked me again this early afternoon for the money transfer, the sincerity and worry in her eyes was overwhelming, so I went ahead with it. Now I have to hope that I will manage to get through the huge billings that lay before me through to and into July.

At least I felt good about the sacrifice to my wife; and she later texted me a confirmation receipt showing that she used the $900 to pay the legal firm.

I have begun my weekly fast and will continue with it until after dark tomorrow; but before I did, I had a shot of Kraken Black Spiced Rum (47% alcohol) and a can of Cariboo Malt along with some supper while watching an episode of DC's Legends of Tomorrow ─ the 15th season finale episode ("The Fungus Amongus") of season six.

I detest so much of DC's ludicrous Gay-heavy characterizations, but I consistently find the episodes in this series to largely be emotionally affecting, and this episode certainly was.

I have had almost no exercise today. I hope to get some after I rise at 1:30 a.m. overnight for a goodly walk, although we have been getting some very light rain this latter afternoon. I want to try a relatively different route, although much of it will be familiar. However, half of it will be isolated ─ I plan to follow the Green Timbers Greenway for its length. One end is presently at King George Boulevard (Google Map) near 92nd Avenue; the other end is at 150th Street (Google Map) near 96th Avenue.

That is over two miles of dark and often forested walking, so my Titan baton flashlight stun gun will definitely be appreciated. The stretch between Fraser Highway and 150th Street is virtually unknown to me ─ I have been on it, but I do not believe that it was any more recent than the 1980s.

It is after 9:15 p.m., so I must cease blogging for today.

Stress, Dismay, and Despondence

Putting off Until Tomorrow

I was up at 1:30 a.m. overnight for what was to be another of my five-mile+ walks ─ I decided against the hike to Shoppers Drug Mart in Surrey's Fleetwood area. It was not the slight additional distance. Rather, I decided that there was nothing at the drugstore that I actually needed ─ I knew of no sales on the nutritional supplements that I keep myself stocked with, and regular prices were nothing commendable.

I think that my wife was just retiring when I rose; no one else was up.

It was 2:14 a.m. once I was outside and set to go. The sky had considerable light cloud, but all was dry. And when I got to the elementary school playground three or four blocks away for some exercise, the equipment was dry of any dew or condensation.

I managed four pull-ups in the first set, but all else were two pull-ups and chin-ups.

I am undoing former less complete descents in these repetitions. I used to believe myself to be lowering myself to a proper hang, but I see now that I was not quite achieving that state ─ I was still retaining muscular tension.

So now, I descend to a loose hang that I hold for maybe two seconds, sort of relaxing the muscles of my arms, shoulders, and back before rallying and hauling myself up for the next elevation.

Hooligans had rendered the gymnastics-style rings inaccessible, so I had to use two bars on the jungle gym monkey bars to pull myself up between in the final two sets.

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

Alas, I was to delay my actual walk even further because on a whim I decided to explore a possible unmarked-by-Google-Maps trail that I noticed some months ago off Green Timbers Way near Foxglove Drive (Google Map).

That map presently displays ─ wrongly ─ a structure as being a "Lululemon", but it is really something called Foxglove Supportive Housing and Shelter.

The possible trail I had previously noticed is quite nearby. Foxglove Drive runs right past the building, and then diverts to a large parking lot; but it also leads off with a branch to the left that seems to come to a dead end.

Well, it does not. There is another drive or lane access from Green Timbers Way that joins up with that supposed end as can be seen from this screen capture:

That is 140th Street off to the left; and at the far 'end' of this presently unmarked-by-Google-Maps drive or lane you can see a yellow cement barrier. My suspected trail is directly behind the barrier.

Well, last night I explored it with my Titan baton flashlight (and stun gun). The trail only goes for a very short distance, and another section of it actually runs behind that large Foxglove parking lot, which is fenced off from the forest.

I think that the trail probably runs right around the back of the lot and comes out on the right side of the Foxglove building. Probably homeless hangers-on who are abundant thereabouts have beaten the trail; and maybe it is also used by people who want to shoot up without being noticed in or even outside of the building.

Anyway, I probably easily wasted at least 15 minutes finding all of this out. As a result, I was not back home until 4:26 a.m.

I got back to bed ahead of 6 a.m., and rose for the morning shortly before 8:30 a.m., by which time my younger brother was downstairs watching T.V.

Around 9:15 a.m. after I had joined him I put our Android TV Box to work and we were to watch a 35-minute (35:47) video on Rumble's The Sequel to the fall of the Cabal channel: THE SEQUEL TO THE FALL OF THE CABAL - PART 25_ COVID-19 - TORTURE PROGRAM.

We have slowly worked our way through the documentary series, and evidently now only have one final episode. This particular 25th episode was better than many.

Next was a video of nearly 1½ hours (1:27:13) that had been added on February 22, 2022, to Rumble's America's Untold Stories channel: Did LBJ Kill JFK? Part 2 - The Cover-up.

Did Lyndon B. Johnson have John F. Kennedy assassinated? Most political figures are killed by their successors. Only one man had the means, motive, and opportunity to kill JFK, and that is LBJ.

We had previously watched the first video ─ quite some time ago.

I'm a believer ─ LBJ was guilty of orchestrating the hit! Refer to the above video link for reference links in a fuller video description.

We finished with a 48-minute (48:55) video uploaded October 1, 2020, to YouTube's Free Documentary - History channel: Deadly Waters | Return of the Plagues | Free Documentary History.

With water pollution and temperatures on the rise, toxic algae cause serious problems nowadays for inland waters and for the oceans. Increasing algal bloom is poisoning fish and shells, and it has become a health hazard for human beings as well: toxic algae are responsible 60,000 cases of food poisoning worldwide every year.

Please refer to the video link for a far fuller description.

Unfortunately for me, my wife ─ who had gotten up a fairly short while earlier ─ spoiled my involvement in the documentary. She had discovered that my tax refund had already been deposited into our chequing account ─ something over $2,900. I had hoped to transfer the money out before she ever saw it.

I need all of it for my share of three upcoming annual billings (home insurance, utilities, and property taxes), since meantime the regular bi-weekly mortgage payments are not going to suddenly be suspended.

But she wants me to transfer her $900 to pay towards a lawyer firm that is after her over a credit card delinquency. The $900 might cover half of her present debt (it had been near $4,000).

I would like to help the fool woman out, but I am unsure if I can then manage my share of those other massive billings. This almost has me feeling somewhat sickened.

She had to work this latter afternoon, so she left towards 3:30 p.m. She attempted to contact the lawyer firm's agent handling my wife's case, but there was no call back to the message my wife had left.

I want to put in an evening walk instead of having to rise for another one overnight, so I must bring this post to an abrupt close. It is already after 7 p.m.

Poor Bev!

Although I was not feeling at all spry, I left here last evening around 8:30 p.m. on the 5.625-mile round trip hike to Real Canadian Superstore where I performed a little grocery shopping.

I arrived back here in time to see and hail my wife as she was taking some things from the trunk of her car, apparently newly arrived home.

My younger brother was home, and blitzed from an overlong day of drinking, for he had left home that morning around 10:25 a.m. and did not return.

And he had news. It seems that his girlfriend Bev is now unemployed. When my brother dropped her off at her workplace that morning, she discovered a notice on the doors declaring that it was closed down indefinitely for failure to pay the lease for some months. I do not recall the total amount ─ was the tab something like $180,000?

Now I will not be having as much opportunity for any backyard tool shed exercising on the five mornings a week that my brother would leave for about 20 minutes to pick Bev up and drive her to work.

I managed it this morning, but only because my brother did not emerge from his bedroom until around 10:30 a.m.

Anyway, last evening he was so drunk that after he passed out during an episode of the first show I tuned in ─ he was out of maybe 15 - 20 minutes ─ he could not remember if he had told me his news concerning Bev.

The episode was Riverdale ─ episode 14 ("Chapter Seventy-One: How to Get Away with Murder") of season four.

Next I tuned in an episode of Chilling Adventures of Sabrina ─ episode three ("Chapter Twenty-Three: Heavy Is the Crown") of Part three.

Note that I had that episode recorded onto a thumb or flash drive ─ possibly from UpMovies.net, for the episode is presently available at this link.

The final show we watched was an episode of BBC's Ghosts ─ episode four ("En Français") of season or series five. This one was quite touching where Robin was concerned.

Meantime, I put away three cans of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol). My brother staggered off relatively sensibly to his bedroom for the night; but even though I soon enough went to my own, I am quite fuzzy on just when I retired. Was it after 3 a.m.? Or after 3:30 a.m.? Or was it even after 4 a.m., or possibly more like 4:30 a.m.?

Whatever the case, I felt nearly abominably short on proper sleep this morning, rising somewhere around 8:30 a.m., I would venture.

That session of exercising out in the backyard tool shed almost got dismissed.

As a result of how late my brother was to join me, we only watched two shows via our Android TV Box.

First was a 25-minute (25:03) video added yesterday to Rumble's The Official Corbett Report Rumble Channel: Guerrilla Marketing - #SolutionsWatch.

SHOW NOTES AND COMMENTS: https://corbettreport.com/solutionswatch-guerrillamarketing/

Between fighting the online censors and fighting to break through the wall of noise distracting the average smartphone zombie, it's getting harder and harder for activists and infowarriors to reach people online with real news and information. So, what can people do in the real world to gain attention and get the word out about important events? From postcards to trash can fliers to good old fashioned homemade signs, join James for this week's Solutions Watch as he explores the exciting world of guerrilla marketing.

We finished with a 27-minute (27:08) video published January 12, 2023, to Rumble's The Why Files channel: CIA Classified Book about the Pole Shift, Mass Extinctions and The True Adam & Eve Story.

CIA Classified Book about the Pole Shift, Mass Extinctions and The True Adam & Eve Story

In 1966 a well-known engineer released a book with information that could impact everyone on earth. But before anyone could read it, it was classified by the CIA.

We only learned of its existence a few years ago because of a Freedom of Information request.

The CIA only released 57 pages of the original 284-page manuscript. And those pages have been, in the CIA's own words, "sanitized".

Why does the CIA think this book is so dangerous that they had to hide it from the public for 60 years; and continue to hide most of it?

It's because the man who wrote it describes the end of the world.

Coincidentally enough, just two or three days earlier I actually downloaded that Chan Thomas book! But please refer to that video link ─ there are quite a number of relevant reference links.

Despite when my brother had risen, at noon he was set to return to his bedroom to rest up before leaving for the day (while I was having my nap).

My wife has been home this overcast day, apart from going out in the early afternoon on errands. Actually, she kept a dental appointment.

I intend an early a.m. walk tonight, so I will be rising at 1:30 a.m. The plan is to visit the 24-hour Shoppers Drug Mart at Fleetwood for the very first time. That may well give me a six-mile or so round trip walk. But we'll see ─ maybe getting myself ready for a public venue like that will prove too involved so early in the a.m.

I managed to squeeze in some T.V. this early evening while enjoying a Cariboo Malt and then some supper. The show was The Flash ─ the final episode #18 ("Heart of the Matter, Part 2") of season seven. I was not at all impressed with the contrived hokey conclusion. But at least The Flash is not crammed full of choking Gayness as are DC's Supergirl and Batwoman.

But enough blogging for today.