Appetite

It was nearly 10 p.m. last evening before I got to bed, so I set my cellphone alarm for 1:45 a.m. to get me up to begin readying for one of my five-mile+ walks.

When I eventually heard the alarm's chiming, I rose to shut off the alarm and was surprised that it was 1:47 a.m. ─ I had failed to be aware of the soft alarm for two minutes.

It was 2:41 a.m. by the time I was outside and prepared to begin my walk. The night was remarkably chilly, and the sky primarily overcast. However, I felt rather hale.

I stopped at the elementary school playground three or four blocks from here and tackled six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups: 5-2-3-2-2-2 repetitions overall, with the final pull-up between a pair of gymnastics-style rings held for a gruelling 20-count.

Then I managed a dozen slow full-range push-ups in a declined position on a cement ramp leading up to a nearby school door.

And once more, I have averted having a stroke or cardiac event or anything related within my 74-year-old body. It would be most ignominious to be so stricken and have my remains discovered there with the coming of day.

I cannot recall anything about the walk that is worth mentioning, and I was back home at 4:40 a.m. ─ so barely under two hours.

It was after 6 a.m. before I made it back to bed ─ possibly as much as 6:15 a.m.

I believe that I roused for the morning just ahead of 8:30 a.m., but it was difficult forcing myself to get out of bed. Lying there was almost exquisite.

My younger brother was already watching T.V., but I did not go downstairs to join him until after 9 a.m.

When he gave me the go-ahead to put our Android TV Box to work, I led us off with an 11-minute (11:37) video published yesterday at Rumble's AKStraightSpeaks channel: CBC says your penis doesn't matter!

My thoughts on a CBC video for kids about gender. I threw in a comment from Pat Condell at the end.

Next was a 40-minute (40:32) interview published April 26 to Rumble's Canadian Citizens for Charter Rights and Freedoms channel: C3RF "In Hot" interview with Natasha Gonek.

Major Russ Cooper (Ret'd) goes in depth with Natasha Gonek on her Freedom of Information disclosures into the Edmonton Police Service and its handling of unjustified Wuhan virus measures. Strap in for a wild ride that traces the freedom-crushing wrongdoing to the highest national and international levels.

Not quite at the half-hour mark of a documentary thereafter, my brother announced his intention to seek some bed rest ─ it may only have been as early as 10:40 a.m.

I suspended the video for watching tomorrow, although I am sure that I heard him on the phone arranging a 10:45 a.m. appointment for that morning; he had best not think that he escaped the documentary. We will continue with it even on Thursday if need be (the video well exceeds two hours).

Anyway, I was able to eat my day's first meal earlier than usual, and was back to bed for a nap by maybe noon. However, I was not abed too very much over an hour. My brother was up, but had not yet left for the day to socialize.

This month of April seems unusually cool. The day has been a mix of Sun and cloud, but a light breeze that has been coming through my bedroom window all day is nearly beyond unpleasant.

Yet yesterday and today in the latter afternoon / early evening, my eldest stepson has for the first time this year taken his Harley for a ride somewhere, being gone an hour or two. But he's a hardy 29-year-old gym rat.

This has been another full working day for my wife, so she was on her way before quite 10:30 a.m. on the fairly long drive to the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time.

I want to sit up late this evening and watch some of our shows (and have a couple or so beers) with my brother once we are both home, so to allow myself that liberty I will have to have an evening walk instead of another in the wee a.m. tomorrow.

To gear myself up, I put on an episode of Magnum P.I. ─ episode 13 ("Appetite For Danger") of season five. And with it I started with the final half shot remaining of my Kraken Black Spiced Rum (47% alcohol) and then a can of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol).

Perdita Weeks is so strikingly beautiful to me!

But I must now ready and get out of here for my walk. It is already after 8:30 p.m.

Dead on Course

Last evening's walk was to Real Canadian Superstore, a round trip of 5.625 miles. At checkout there, I was behind another fellow who made room on the conveyor his selections had been hogging, and we then began talking a little of health matters ─ nothing especially serious, for he had offered the comment that everything I was buying was healthy except for the two cartons of Dairyland whipping cream (33% butter fat),

His contention was not so much against the butter fat, but the milk ─ it is known that the highly processed milk contributes to allergies and other adverse health conditions.

Anyway, after we had both packed up our purchases and were about to leave the area, I casually left him with the parting junction, "Don't get vaxxed."

At that, he lit right up and engaged me almost excitedly because he was a staunch believer in the destructiveness of vaccinations these past better than three years. We talked some while, and it was most enjoyable.

But he never suggested keeping in touch, so I made no such overture either. Maybe had he been a rather attractive woman!

Anyway, I got back home to find my younger brother here and of course watching T.V.

When he turned it over to me so that I could put our Android TV Box to work, he warned that he wasn't going to sit up really late, so we were only going to have time for one show.

My selection was The Avengers ─ season or series two's "Dead on Course".

Note that due to trouble locating a working link in the streaming apps I use, I resorted to this link at OK.ru, and it played perfectly.

True to his word, my brother called it quits thereafter, but I remained up some while. Even so, I suspect that I made it to bed before 3 a.m.

At some point after I was asleep, my wife came home following her full day of work Sunday at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time.

I rose this morning at 9:10 a.m., not feeling particularly restored. Overall last evening I had consumed three cans of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol) and a shot of Kraken Black Spiced Rum (47% alcohol), but eating some supper just before retiring exaggerated the effect of the drinking ─ it always tends to do so, rendering a magnification of the hangover effect.

Once I joined my brother and again got the green light to put our Android TV Box to work, I led us off with a 47-minute (47:32) video uploaded on June 25, 2016, to YouTube's Real Stories channel: Louise's Story: Life with Two Transgender Mothers | Real Stories Full-Length Documentary.

Louise Jarvis lives with two mums. 3 years ago Sarah was Louise's dad. Now she's her mum. Louise's other mum is Kate, who also used to be a man. They've been called the weirdest family in Britain but now Louise is determined to put the record straight. She wants to show the world what life is really like when your mums used to be men.

Apparently the documentary was filmed around 2005, so Louise today would be around 32 years old. It would be gratifying to see what the very cute youngster looks like today, and learn how she is doing, but I have failed to locate any updating information on her.

Next I tuned in a four-minute (4:09) video published April 24 to Rumble's ElsaIsElsa channel: Katja Woermer, Reiner Fuellmich's main lawyer, on Day 11. Witness: Tobias Weissenborn.

A focus of the interview: changes due to thepending criminal charges against the prosecutor, John. Also information on the witness, Tobias Weissenborn.
For more, here is a loose translation into English of Jiota's much more detailed account:
https://truthsummit.substack.com/p/reiner-fuellmich-court-day-11
For more, subscribe to: https://truthsummit.substack.com

That was followed by two videos from Rumble's WTFLouie channel ─ both were published today.

• Dr W Makis 15 min Ep 001 Stillbirths in Canada 28-Apr-2024 (16:59)

makismd@substack.com
Extremely rare data from Alberta Ministry of Health showing skyrocketing stillbirths with a rise of up to 55% since COVID-19 mRNA Vaccine rollout.

This kind of data is not available anywhere else in the world.

Alberta Health Services continues to recommend COVID-19 mRNA Vaccines in pregnancy, what can only be described as medical malpractice and medical malfeasance.

• Chris Sky about the GLBTQ and the pedophile zionists from Israel 26-Apr-2024 (4:07)

RFK Jr about Trump
News About Trump
Who is the best condidate for 2024 Prez?

After this I played a video that I had recorded back on December 23: "Truth About Hans Joachim Marseille" (25:42). However, there is now no trace of the video that I can find online anywhere. It supposedly originated with YouTube's Forgotten History channel, but the video seems to have been removed.

Okay, I must now jump dramatically forward.

My wife prepared a superb supper. I had mine ─ along with a Cariboo Malt for dessert ─ while watching FBI: International: episode 20 ("A Tradition of Secrets") of season two.

It is presently approaching 9:20 p.m., so I am going to call quits on this post. My wife surprised me by not working today, but she has certainly been busy around the house, albeit communicating little. I share in that, however ─ I also withdraw instead of communicate when I am feeling shut out.

I have an early a.m. walk scheduled that I wish to rise at 1:30 a.m. to begin readying for, so I must very soon get myself to bed.

Fight Back

I have allowed myself too little time for this post ─ it is already past 7 p.m., and I have an evening walk intended.

I rose overnight ahead of my 4 a.m. cellphone alarm because I was no longer easily sleeping ─ I may have risen as much as 18 minutes ahead of my alarm.

My wife had come home at some point since I originally went to bed, for she had worked a full day at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time. She evidently had to put in another full day today, for she left here just past 10 a.m., I believe.

Anyway, I never got away on my planned hike to the Fleetwood Save-On-Foods outlet until possibly as much as 6:10 a.m., but I was fine with that. The morning was overcast, and the walking cool and quite pleasant.

I made a $200 withdrawal at the Coast Capital Savings branch immediately next door to Save-On-Foods, which is most convenient.

My shopping was to exceed $75 by a little, but it included a 750-ml bottle of red wine to put away for my wife to eventually select and broach.

When I left the store with my two tote bags of purchases, I found that it had begun to very lightly rain, and this was to endure my entire walk home, intensifying a little.

It had taken me approximately an hour to walk to the store, but I walked home with a lesser pace; and even though the walk was initially pleasant enough, it gradually did become something of a challenge due to the burden of my purchases.

I believe that it may have been just past 8:30 a.m. when I got back. No one was yet up, so anon I did return to bed to await my younger brother's rising and accession of the T.V. once he paged through the Sunday morning edition of The Province that I subscribe to.

I may have approached some napping, but I left my bedroom door just slightly ajar, and pretty much roused when I heard my wife exit her bedroom for the bathroom. By then my brother had likely just turned on the T.V. However, he never released it to me until 10 a.m. so that I could put our Android TV Box into action.

It was right around then that my wife left.

The first video I tuned in was 18 minutes (18:12), and had been published two days ago to Rumble's AKStraightSpeaks channel: Discussing Canada's 1st city to require a QR Code to leave.

Everyone see the French Canadian QR code video going around? I asked a French activist to help me translate and talk about it. Here's my convo with Pierre Barns.

LINK to council meeting:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zmv3XFhM280

To reach Pierre on X:
@pierre_barns

We were to only have time for one further video, although my brother departed from it for some bed rest while there may have been as much as half an hour to go (the video exceeded 1½ hours). It had also been published two days ago at Rumble but this time to its A Warrior Calls channel: PACE OF EVIL QUICKENS WORLDWIDE / FIGHT BACK OR MANKIND IS FINISHED.

It was typical Christopher James, so I am not going to reproduce his ranting video description.

Once my brother abandoned the video, I let it play while I rounded up my day's first meal and then ate it.

I never sought my nap until after my brother left for the day to socialize.

★★★

It is now approaching 9 p.m., and I have just completed watching an episode of FBI: Most Wanted ─ episode three ("Succession") of season four. I feel as if this is the first time that I actually saw actress Alexa Davalos display pure emotion in the series, but she is still too unrealistic ─ these characters all are.

I loved the actress in The Man in High Castle, and a main reason I am watching this FBI series is because of her. But she has basically zilch appeal. The gig may pay well, but I am totally neutral about her now ─ I no longer have curiosity of her other work. She should not have taken this role.

I drank a can of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol) and a shot of Kraken Black Spiced Rum (47% alcohol); it is now time to ready and get on my way on what ought to be a 5.625-mile round trip hike.

More Road Kill

Due to getting to bed too near to 10 p.m. last evening, I set my cellphone alarm for 1:45 a.m. instead of 1:30 a.m., niggling though that difference might seem.

I rose, and a handful of minutes later I could suddenly hear it raining hard outside. There would be no stopping for exercise at the elementary school playground early into my five-mile+ walk.

This bums me! Yes, it had rained very lightly yesterday until about midday, but it eventually became sunny and everything dried out. I only have three early a.m. opportunities per week anymore for that exercising, and now I was robbed of even one of those.

At least the rain did settle down before I left here at 2:48 a.m. In fact, it had basically stopped raining, and never really began again until I was a half mile or so from home. But even then, at worst it was a light and very fine spray.

I packed along my umbrella, but never needed it.

Yes, I could have done some token exercising in my gloves, but I do not care to have them get wet. After all, sometimes I do take my Titan baton flashlight stun gun from my tote bag and carry it when I am moving through any unilluminated portions of my walk, and I would prefer to be holding the Titan with a dry glove.

I was to eventually get my glove pretty much drenched when I was better than halfway through my walk. This occurred when I performed some mercy for the intact carcass of a road-killed raccoon by taking it by its sopping wet tail and toting it to the Green Timbers Urban Forested side of 148th Street (Google Map) ─ I was following that street from 100th Avenue to 96th Avenue.

I am so damned fed up with nighttime speeders taking advantage of barely trafficked streets and avenues. Two nights earlier I did a similar action for a hapless mallard duck some speeding idiot obviously smashed into.

Anyway, I was back home by 4:40 a.m.

My eldest stepson is doing a three-day stretch of 12-hour day shifts spanning 6 a.m. to 6 p.m., so I secluded myself into my bedroom because he generally rises by 5 a.m. on such days.

Note that my wife had gotten home last evening from her latter half day working at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, but I was probably sleeping and did not hear her.

She apparently had to work a full day today, so she was away just past 10 a.m.

But returning to my early account, I think that it was approaching 6:15 a.m. before I got back to bed. I cannot now recall surely, but it was possibly at least 9:30 a.m. when I later was to check the time ─ it may even have been 9:45 a.m. or later. Just as I was about to exit my bedroom to join my brother, my wife opened her bedroom door, getting set to have a very short shower.

My younger brother and I were to only have time for one video ─ Odessa Orlewicz's 1½-hour (1:34:43) effort published yesterday: SMART Cities: Interview With The Lawyer That STOPPED Digital ID Requirements IN Los Angeles.

SMART Cities: Interview With The Lawyer That STOPPED Digital ID Requirements IN Los Angeles. Learn how he did it, and start asking lawyers in your city to do the same thing using similar resources that may exist. Communities must come together to initiate this, while also trying to stop S.M.A.R.T cities completely. During our interview he explains the surveillance technologies & hidden agenda under the SMART name. Please share widely.

The lawyer's name is Greg Glaser. And yes, it was a very good interview. Greg seems unnaturally likeable for a lawyer.

It was not yet noon, but my brother opted for a little bed rest before heading off to socialize. And even though I was on my Sabbath fast, I had still not sought my early afternoon nap when he left.

It seems to me that I had just managed to fall into some sleep when I was roused conscious by three raps on my bedroom door ─ I had been home alone.

Well, it turned out that this was a Saturday in which my brother's girlfriend Bev had to make a bi-weekly Employment Insurance report online. He must have not earlier realized, but apparently (according to my cellphone) he phoned me at 2:21 p.m. However, I tend not to keep my cellphone in my bedroom if I am not needing its alarm, for I sleep poorly and do not want to be disturbed with calls or text pings.

The chore was short ─ probably less than five minutes. And then they were soon away, and I returned back to bed.

I was to be there until 5 p.m.! My Sabbath fasts ─ and the accompanying caffeine abstention ─ find me weak and listless, so I seem to need more sleep than usual. Nevertheless, sleeping also uses up time that I would otherwise be experiencing in a state of hunger and brain fog, and I sure do appreciate that assist in getting through the day.

Just ahead of 6 p.m. I had myself a totally nude weigh-in, and registered at very most 177 pounds. I just wish that I could rid myself of the superfluous padding about my midsection ─ I would like to sometimes get some upper body Sun exposure if ever I am out walking in some secluded spots come warmer, sunny days. 

By the way, it seems to have very lightly rained all day.

I broke my fast beginning at 9 p.m. while enjoying an episode of FBI ─ episode 20 ("Sisterhood" ) of season five. I must say, I thought that guest actress Adrienne Rose Bengtsson was exceptional as Erin Bell, FBI agent Maggie Bell's civilian and former drug addict younger sister.

I had a can of Cariboo Malt with me to drink, but I never opened it.

💀☠💀☠💀☠ Peeling Back the Layers

I had my downtown Whalley walk last evening, but I was most disappointed to find that London Drugs had closed at 9 p.m. ─ I never even left home until something like 9:10 p.m.

I basically 'cruised' the side streets West of the King George Boulevard to as far as 132nd Street, and between 108th Avenue and 104th Avenue, before giving up my quest to potentially encounter a 'working girl'. I'll not likely be doing this again any time soon.

Had the government liquor store been open later than 10 p.m., I would have bought some drink to wander about with ─ that could have been absolutely stupid.

I had thought myself to have totalled at least six miles of round trip walking, but I was back home by about 11 p.m. Since I was no longer walking fast after finding the drugstore closed, it ought to have been well past 11 p.m. if I had travelled six or better miles.

But I must surely have managed at least five miles.

My younger brother was home and watching T.V. When I joined him, he was quick to turn it over to me so that I could activate our Android TV Box.

At that point we had not yet watched the final handful of minutes of A Touch of Frost episode one "Line of Fire (Part One)" of season or series seven, so I had earlier set things up so that we could do so at this link at OK.ru.

Well, it happened that the episode ended with Inspector Jack Frost being present when a bank robbery was taking place, so the episode was a bit of a cliffhanger. Due to this, my brother wanted us to continue on with episode two ─ and so we did at this OK.ru link.

Since those two episodes were the only ones that comprised the seventh season or series, the next time we tune in an episode, it will be the start of season or series eight.

The only other show we watched was an episode of The Jonathan Ross Show ─ season or series 21. I was happy to see Mel B to be a guest, but I also enjoyed unknown-to-me Billie Piper. Billie is 41 years old now, but apparently she had a hit pop song back when she was 15 years old.

I just hunted it up ─ I like it! Titled "Because We Want To", it is in the style of something the Spice Girls might have done.

I believe that I only drank two Cariboo Malts (8% alcohol), but maybe I had three. Whether or not, they were not responsible for my folly thereafter ─ I voluntarily succumbed, and did not get to bed until well past 5 a.m.

Hopefully it was not even 6 a.m.!

It is now starkly clear that I truly am an addict. I cannot seem to beat this addiction on my own, and I cannot see it being possible so long as I am living under my present conditions. I need to be financially independent ─ not wholly dependent as I am upon contributions from my two stepsons.

I also need to be living away from society ─ the throngs of people everywhere around me. And the majority are South Asian, which further causes me strain.

I need the natural world around me; and I need to be able to set foot out of my door and have Nature right there with no neighbours privy to each time I do open that door.

In addition, I need fitness equipment to steadily train with, and the privacy to do so. A better diet would also be a boon.

But this is never going to happen by God's hand. I am not worth it. That is all I can conclude. I have only made it this far in life by coincidence following coincidence.

But back to this morning, I was chagrined to get some sleep and then peek at the time to discover it to be 10 a.m. My brother was likely watching T.V., and had been for some while.

I soon enough joined him, and got his invitation to put our Android TV Box to work. My choice was the second video (1:37:37) in a series of four videos recently uploaded to Rumble's Deprogramming With Graces Dad channel: The Matrix Revealed: The Illusion of Choice Part 2a: Peeling Back The Layers – Exoteric Deceptions.

In this monocast, Scott drills down the layers of the Matrix and how the Matrix is used to deceive and keep us participating in Satan’s game.

I am finding the series to be provocative, but evidently my brother is less intrigued. In fact, he so much preferred getting away to drink beer and play pool that he headed off soon after 11:30 a.m. without any bed rest ─ and he had been laundering earlier, so had already enacted gaps in the video. I might estimate that he skipped out on at least the final 10 minutes of the video.

This sort of thing makes me all the more desirous of being away from my debtor's prison that is our home here in congested Surrey.

Anyway, he has shown up unexpectedly early this evening ─ 7:10 p.m. at latest. But I have plans for an early a.m. walk, so I will not be sitting up this evening watching shows with him.

I am feeling distinctly sick of myself, I must say.

I have had an early supper even though it was well ahead of sundown ─ which is my Sabbath fast commencement that will take me through to the advent of dark tomorrow.

My wife had come home late last evening following her full day of work at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time. We had very little interaction today ─ just once it was, when she enquired of me (soon after my early afternoon nap) whether I had yet eaten, which I had not. She then put a dish of green Thai curry to warm on the stove for me.

There had not even been a "good morning" earlier in the day; and she left without a word shortly after 3 p.m. for her scheduled latter day work session at the restaurant (4:30 - 9 p.m.). I will be in bed before she is home this evening.

I confess that my gloom and self-disgust made me wish to not have interaction, for I feel unclean. But it certainly is no help that she and I are both the sort who clam up and become silent with one another, rather than talk anything out.

A sorry match-up, that.

The day was overcast until maybe mid-afternoon, so I will likely have very dry conditions when I head out on my five-mile+ walk is I get to bed early enough to be rising at 1:30 a.m. to slowly ready for the venture.

Enough blogging for today. Maybe I will have a Cariboo Malt, if not two.

😈👿 Shame on Edmonton Poice Services!

X (formerly Twitter): Kaz

Possibly it was no later than 9:45 p.m. when I got to bed last evening, my cellphone alarm set for 1:30 a.m. to get me up to ready for a likely five-mile+ walk.

If I am remembering aright, there came a point when I was almost jolted awake by a possible noise that I thought was a startling buzzing, but I concluded that it was probably only my cellphone alarm. Yet why was I aware of just the single sound? I never turned it off.

I think I may have peeked and saw that it was not quite 1 a.m.

So I lay there a while longer, hearing my younger brother readying downstairs to call it a night and come on upstairs to his bedroom.

It occurred to me that I might as well get up, for it was unlikely that I would find sleep before 1:30 a.m., and it was already 1:11 a.m. at that point.

So I rose.

When at last I was set to embark on my walk, I weighed in at 188 pounds at very most fully clothed. My eldest stepson was still up, but he was in the boys' den area and probably did not hear me sneak forth.

Everything was essentially dry following the light rain that had ended around midday or very early afternoon yesterday. But the sky was overcast. It was 2:19 a.m. when I set off.

I felt a spit of rain early into my walk; and as I progressed the three or four blocks to the elementary school playground where I intended some exercise, I kept feeling very isolated spits of rain.

Since this did not auger well if I wanted dry equipment to exercise on should rain be imminent, I hastened my pace.

I had my half dozen sets of pull-ups and chin-ups (5 - 2 - 3 - 2 - 3 - 2), holding the very last pull-up between a pair of bars for a 20-count; and then I did the usual 11 slow full-range push-ups in a declined position on a cement ramp leading up to a doorway.

Thereafter, I felt no further need for a fast-paced walk, so the pace was leisurely thereafter.

It did begin spitting rain rather steadily anon, and by the time I was at what I consider to be the halfway point of my walk, the spitting was steady.

Just a block or two before that point I had seen something lying in the avenue that I suspected was a skunk-sized creature, so I ventured to investigate, and found it to be a dead mallard duck. Although there was hardly any street traffic, some bastard had to be speeding and struck the poor bird. A large percentage of the limited traffic at that time of night seems comprised of speeders.

Fortunately, no one thereafter had run directly over the corpse, so it was not ... juiced. I picked it up by a wing tip, and carried it to the grass on the far side of the sidewalk I had been walking, and just laid the bird there.

The discovery burned me ─ I detest pricks who bomb along the isolated avenues and streets, roaring their engines as loud as possible just because they can get away with it. If only the poor bird had been struck by the culprit vehicle's windshield and smashed right through it!

Anyway, by the time I was at least 1½ miles from returning home, it was steadily raining a very light rain. And by the time I was back home, it was 4:22 a.m., and everything was quite wet.

I continue tantalizing myself ─ I think that it was after 6 a.m. before I got to bed once I broke free. Then three hours later ─ around 9:15 a.m. ─ I checked the time following some sleep and rose, suspecting correctly that my brother was already downstairs watching T.V.

It was around 9:30 a.m. when I joined him, and got the invitation to put our Android TV Box to work. Outside, it had continued lightly raining.

We were only to watch two videos ─ both were Odessa Orlewicz's, and had been published at her Rumble Libertytalkcanada channel two days ago.

The first was 15 minutes (15:29): Important/Urgent Updates About BOTH the WHO's IHR And The Pandemic Treaty.

WHO's International Health Regulations UPDATE (don't get TOO excited too fast) as well as the recent BLACKMAIL techniques of the Pandemic Treaty Update (they are two separate things.)

https://jamesroguski.substack.com/p/evil-negotiating-tactics

https://merylnass.substack.com/p/we-shined-the-light-on-the-hr-amendments

The second video was 1½ hours (1:34:28): Damning FOIP PROVES Edmonton Police Services KNEW Staff Were Vax Injured & Masks Didn't Work.

The Freedom of Information & Protection of Privacy Act (FOIP) PROVES the corrupted leader(s) of The Edmonton Police Services KNEW some of their staff were injured & that masks didn't work, but they continued on with their unlawful bullying and manipulation tactics. Interview with Natasha Gonek. Edmonton police staffers with the aid of Canadian hero Natasha Gonek used the law to get the FOI. Even with the damning report about what they did disclose...they are still trying to hold back thousands of pages. Natasha is going after those too. Hear this story as well as the power of going after FOI's (Freedom of Information Requests.) Episode links at bottom of description. 

This episodes links:

https://www.westernstandard.news/opinion/slobodian-edmonton-police-knew-vaccination-may-be-harmful-but-insisted-on-it-anyway-report/53884
https://freedomofinformationlibrary.com/foi-user-registration/

https://drive.proton.me/urls/DMHRAHAYX0#JNXkDgJIJ6qX

My brother afterwards sought some bed rest. I had my first meal of the day, and then began the self-torment again. However, I broke loose and was to bed for my needed nap at 2 p.m. My brother had meantime left, for today he was busing to rendezvous with maybe a couple of other drinkers at a pub.

I awoke from my nap, feeling so very groggy and thinking that I had napped deeply. Yet I discovered that I had not been abed a full hour.

And it seemed to still be lightly raining.

It still may be as I type these words in the reasonably early evening.

I plan an evening walk to free me up from having one in the wee a.m. My planned destination is the downtown Whalley area, and I hope that it will include a stop at London Drugs. However, I do not plan to leave before dark, and sunset hereabouts is not until 8:20 p.m. supposedly. Of course with the present most gloomy weather, it ought to be reasonably near dark by then.

And here I must confess to having taken a break to have a good shot of Kraken Black Spiced Rum (47% alcohol) while very much enjoying an episode of Cybill ─ episode 24 ("There Was an Old Woman") of season three.

Cybill was an exceptional actress in her role, even if she never did attract me much biologically. And in this episode, even though Alicia Witt's part was quite small, she was fabulous interacting with her T.V. dad and his obvious fixation on her piano teacher (played by Mary Page Keller).

It is nearing 8:50 p.m. now, so I am going to ready and be on my way.

😈👿 Line of Fire

Last evening saw me make the Fraser Highway hike to the Green Timbers Liquor Store (Google Map) where I bought a further 1½ dozen cans of Cariboo Malt, tipping from $33 and something to $35 even.

I am still unclear on just what the round trip distance is. The Fraser Highway at my end commences at King George Boulevard, and that intersection is ─ as a car drives ─ ¾ of a mile from where I live. 

My suspicion is that the round trip hike is at best about four miles.

Anyway, I resisted drinking one of the beers on my way back home, and I actually arrived here to find that my younger brother had yet to show up following his daily drinking. However, as I was changing clothes upstairs in my bedroom, I heard him in the driveway, but I still got possession of the T.V. and was thus set up to put our Android TV Box to use.

When he had finally joined me, I led us off with A Touch of Frost ─ episode one "Line of Fire (Part One)" of season or series seven. Unfortunately the source link I used failed into the 69-minute mark, and I could not get any others to accept play at that point.

I see now that the final very few minutes can be watched at this link at UpMovies.net ─ where part 2 is evidently tacked onto the player to make an extra long nearly 2½-hour episode; or at this link at OK.ru where the episode is listed as running 1:14:28.

I will arrange that we watch the final less than five minutes tomorrow morning. I won't be sitting up this evening, for I intend a wee a.m. walk and hope to be getting up at 1:30 a.m. to leisurely ready for it.

Following the failure to finish the episode last evening, I tuned in another short movie in the old Edgar Wallace Mysteries series: Act of Murder from September 1964. My drunken, dense brother never had the wits to be aware that the movie was winding up, and in his obtuse oblivion he got up and wandered off for a few minutes, entirely missing out on the sad conclusion.

He showed no interest in knowing what happened, so I certainly was not going to volunteer any such information ─ such was his limited interest or investment in the feature.

You can watch Act of Murder at this link at OK.ru, if you are so inclined.

One thing about the movie that has me perplexed is just who it was that poisoned the chickens, the lapdog, and the caged bird.

Whatever.

Thereafter, we just watched some random YouTube videos via the SmartTube app downloaded into our Android TV Box.

My brother was to sensibly get to bed, but I again could not resist torturing myself until well past 5 a.m. ─ maybe even after 5:30 a.m. ─ before at last breaking free of my addiction and getting to bed.

I was not to later waken enough to care to be checking the time until long past 9 a.m., but fortunately my brother had not yet risen despite some concern I had.

And so I had possession of the T.V. under control of our Android TV Box, and when he joined me well past 10 a.m. I led us off with a 29-minute (29:05) video published early today at Rumble's AKStraightSpeaks channel: The Magic of Mushrooms - Rebuilding Hope in the Shuswap.

Eight months on, how are things in the Shuswap after the fires?
I speak with Brenda Jackson who was in the thick of things.

My interview with Brenda during the fires:

https://rumble.com/v3bdmwk-shuswap-coverage-continues...what-you-arent-being-told..html

LINK TO BRENDA"S YOUTUBE:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uziKhU-irPM

https://vertibles.com/

My brother and I had watched the show from last Summer.

There was only time for one further video; and due to its length, and the fact that my brother cannot stand any longer Christopher James's endless rants and threats of the hangings he's going to see to once he is put in charge of a Canadian people's court, my brother bowed out just ahead of noon with about half the video remaining ─ and I had skipped through some of the early stuff.

Published April 21, the video is listed at just topping two hours and was published on Rumble's A Warrior Calls channel: Peace Will Never Happen Without Justice / Global Solution Shown Here. 

It was a typical solo Christopher James video.

I had my day's first meal while sitting through the remainder of the video, finally closing it down when it seemed that Christopher was at last getting set to take his leave.

No sunshine today, by the way. We had some rain that likely began overnight, but the afternoon seems to have been without.

I never sought my early afternoon nap until possibly after 2:30 p.m. because I slipped back into the dance of addiction, but again I broke loose. I believe that is at least the sixth time in three days.

I might have to seek some genuine human contact to at least keep myself from letting my imagination go where it goes.

I think that I am going to watch a Christmas movie and have some drinks this early evening while I have the house to myself. It's a bath day, and I have that yet to do that, but I am going to hold off until after the movie.

With that stated, I will take a break here.

oooooooooooooo

And now I'm briefly back, having enjoyed some supper and two cans of Cariboo Malt while watching 2017's Miracle Christmas Ornaments.

If interested, you can watch the movie at this link at HuraMovies.to.

Initially while the alcohol was working its early magic, I was strongly drawn into the movie emotionally, and found lead actress Jessica Lowndes to be quite fetching. I have seen her before in what was likely some other Christmas movie that I no longer recall. I only know that I have seen her before because I see that her name pops up in this blog's "labels" or key words.

After some supper along with the two beers, I sort of numbed out and found myself only interested in the movie, and not experiencing any demonstration of emotion as in tear-letting and crying to God.

Of course contributing to that removal or distancing was the arrival home of my eldest stepson. Still, it is true that I did grow benumbed.

A pleasant enough movie though, for sure.

I thereafter had my bath. It is now a little after 9:30 p.m., so I am going to go silent now and publish this post and soon get to bed.

😈👿 When the What Goes Down?

I continue to weakly wrestle with my lustful dopamine addiction, ending yesterday by failing to get to bed ─ with some desperation ─ until after 11 p.m. Nonetheless, I did set my alarm for 2 a.m. to get me up for my appointed five-mile+ walk.

When that hour arrived, I was fortunate in that I did not feel anywhere as ill slept as I had feared I would.

It was 2:42 a.m. once I was finally outside and set to be on my way, weighing 190 pounds fully clothed. The sky was seemingly clear, and the night air still remarkably cool for this late into the year.

However, when I stopped at the elementary school playground three or four blocks from here for some exercise, all of the equipment was dry. I managed the same numbers of repetitions as two nights ago in the six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups: 5-2-3-2-2-2.

And the final pull-up on a set of gymnastics-style rings was held for a 20 count.

Then I undertook 11 slow full-range push-ups in a declined position on a cement doorway ramp.

It was all most invigorating.

Nothing else about the walk comes to mind, and I was back home by 4:40 a.m., so I made good time.

Even so, I squandered it by courting disaster instead of retiring sensibly to bed ahead of 6 a.m., finally breaking free of the madness well past 7 a.m. Yet I rose for the morning around 8:30 a.m. or soon after.

My younger brother emerged from his bedroom around 8:45 a.m., but I waited until just past 9 a.m. before joining him for some T.V., putting our Android TV Box to work once invited to.

I led us off with a 20-minute (20:03) video published April 28 of last year to Rumble's Scotty mar10 channel: Suzie Q / When the Shit Goes Down.

The songs are by Creedence Clearwater Revival - Suzie Q / Cypress Hill - When the Shit Goes Down

The description and title are not clear in the least ─ the video's focus was that Seal Team Six was probably exterminated so that none of them could ever reveal the truth about Osama bin Laden. What truth? Watch the video and see.

The only other video we were to watch was nearly 2½ hours (2:28:09); it was Odessa Orlewicz's published yesterday: The Meteoric RISE of God's Money & The IMF JUST Warned Of Banking Collapse.

The IMF JUST warned of banking collapse and bank runs right after I taped this interview due to "cyber attack worries." Funny coincidence. Interview with professionals Warren Keane, Bryce Wade, And Adrian Spitters about Trudeau and Freeland's 2024 "budget" and the Liberal government's aim to steal Canadians wealth, to put it in their pockets, to continue to grow/bloat the size of government (like in China) that will pay administrators to make sure you are following their rules. Protect yourself by knowing how to stay outside of a manipulated system. Enjoy some great conversation with some smart guys!

But what can someone possibly do who has absolutely no left-over cash to even buy a little silver? Someone who is only making it from month to month because he has two live-at-home working adult stepsons who contribute towards the mortgage and annual expenses like municipal / city utilities, home insurance, and property taxes?

There is no free money for buying even small amounts of silver, let alone any gold.

The interview was extremely good, but only depressing because the solution for protection is not feasible for me.

My brother bowed out with something over 15 minutes remaining, seeking some very little bed rest before readying and leaving for the day to socialize.

I succumbed to my addiction until a bit after 3:30 p.m. before seeking my needed nap, not getting quite an hour in bed, if I reckon this right.

But this has now been the fourth interlude in two days in which I have danced on the precipice. God must help in a recognizable fashion ere it once again is too late for me.

With my eldest stepson working a 12-hour graveyard shift that does not begin until 6 p.m., even had I felt up to doing any sunning, I likely would not have. I've wasted too much time in sordid fashion. Besides, there seemed to be considerable cloud floating about.

And early in the evening I heard that some rain is due tomorrow, and more showers on Thursday, so I will not be sunning anytime too soon.

That apart, my overall low mood ebb was such that I yenned for some drinking and a Christmas movie. Unfortunately, this was not possible under my current schedule, for I planned an evening long walk of some description so that I could remain up late this evening to watch some T.V. with my brother and have a couple or so Cariboo Malts, and not have to have an early a.m. walk.

What I settled upon was a Cariboo Malt and a cider (6% alcohol) while watching DC's Legends of Tomorrow ─ the premiere episode ("The Bullet Blondes") of the seventh and final season.

I have grown to love the series ─ especially the exceptionally beautiful women in the cast. So the episode was a superb substitute for a Christmas movie, I suppose, since I fully immersed myself into it.

I don't even mind the Lesbian relationship between Sara and Ava, for there is ever little actual sexual display.

Okay, it's after 8 p.m., so I have to get ready and get away on that walk.

😈👿 Goodbye, Supergirl

I came so infernally close to culmination last night that I barely believe that I finally somehow broke from addiction's grip and went to bed ─ by then it was well past 4 a.m., and may have been nearer 5 a.m.

I need sustaining and encouragement in a form that I recognize, and not in some open-to-interpretation or faith-based non-help that I will learn years later was my supposed support from God.

Enough of this mystery business. God isn't supposed to be any authour of confusion; yet His help seems mainly to come in an unrecognizable guise that appears as no immediate help at all.

And I certainly do not want my help to come in some calamitous form as an answer to my prayers ─ that is far too Loki- or genie-like. Let there be starkly clear honour in the solution that is presented.

All day I have been sorely tempted. Maybe it is for the very best that my wife has not had to work today. I thought that she left soon past 10 a.m. (as is her wont) to attend the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, but she returned home at 4 or 4:30 p.m.

Of course it may be that she only worked the early part of the day, for the restaurant runs daily from 11 a.m. to 3 p.m., and then closes until 4:30 p.m. when it opens again and is in business until mid-evening.

But let me speak of last evening now.

I had my latter evening walk despite my younger brother having shown up first, following his daily beer socializing. Upon my return, we finished watching a definitely interesting documentary he had tuned in involving the history of the often bloody conflicts between Pacific Northwest coastal Indians, and then the recurring coming of Russian explorers that was also often bloody.

When it was done, he invited me to put our Android TV Box ... but I wrote all about that in the latter part of yesterday's post while I was still under the effects of strong beer. I see no sense in repeating myself here.

I took 10 millgrammes of melatonin at retiring early this morning, but I was awake again and reluctantly rose around 8:30 a.m. or soon thereafter.

I rather lost track of time and could have had control of the T.V. had I chosen before my brother rose, for he never emerged from his bedroom until around 9:15 a.m. and thwarted my opportunity.

I almost immediately joined him, taking a 325-milligramme aspirin tablet with my first mug of coffee. And then at 9:30 a.m. when he turned the T.V. over to me so that I could run our Android TV Box, I led us off with an hour-long video published April 18 at Rumble's A Warrior Calls channel: UK 18 YR POLICE VETERAN GARY WATERMAN & CHRISTOPHER JAMES WE WILL ARREST THEM ALL.

Gary Waterman in UK and Christopher James in Canada come together for our world!
This EPIC video is for the world to see and understand what is required.
Finally a real man who acted as high level police division tells the world.
Let this be the light to all good man and woman in Policing and Military our time has come.
Everything Christopher James has been saying for past 20 years is now coming to light.
We MUST arrest all Judges, Police Chiefs, Ministers, Lawyers anyone involved in such vile acts [trespass].

It was indeed interesting listening to the corruption Gary uncovered ─ the extent is nearly unbelievable.

Although this video was not especially long, it was the only one we were to watch. When it was done, my brother went to his bedroom and began freshening up; and then at 11 a.m. he left for the day.

I did not ask his business, but he had something going on, for it was far too early for him to already be engaging the society of his drinking social world.

It has been mainly sunny today, but there have been large enough clouds drifting about. The notion that I should seek some afternoon sunning was present, but the main stay was the presence of my eldest stepson. He had a 12-hour graveyard shift today scheduled to begin at 6 p.m., so he was home. And of course, I had no idea that my wife would be showing up after mid-afternoon.

I want sunning privacy until such time as I have established a very good colour base to all of my exposed skin. Sunshine is still not quite intense enough to bestow that state without undue prolonged exposure that I do not have the time for, so I am content to bide some while.

The early evening saw me having a small supper and a can of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol) while watching Supergirl ─ holy crap, I watched the sixth season finale, yes, but it was unknowingly-to-me the series finale episode "Kara"!

I had no idea until reading of it now! I am sure that I likely knew it was upcoming when I watched the previous episode, but in the interim I forgot.

It was a good and touching episode, despite the Gay marriage focus. I'm glad the two villains were dispatched early ─ they had long since become so very tedious.

But so had the endless sermonizing that characterized the series.

Well, this leaves something of a gap in my viewing schedule. I reckon I'll now have to begin watching Superman & Lois.

My wife was pretty darned busy this latter afternoon and early evening, but she ventured no conversation whatsoever, so I reciprocated ─ despite us being home alone.

If this is what she wants, then she can have it.

Well, I have an early a.m. five-mile+ walk planned, so I shall be getting to bed anon. It is already 9:50 p.m.

Closer to Destiny

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My wife arrived home last evening before I had quite gone to bed, but I was shut up in my bedroom because my younger brother had come home, and I was not interested in sitting up watching T.V. with him because I intended to be rising at 4 a.m.

And thus I went to bed without communication from her following what may have been a rare full Saturday working at the Thai restaurant where she has part-time employment.

I did rise at 4 a.m. ─ actually, I believe that it was something like 3:44 a.m. That was when I had checked the time and made the choice to rise then.

But even with this head start, I never managed to leave home until maybe 6:10 a.m. on the four-mile+ walk that would see me do some grocery shopping at Save-On-Foods when I was a mile from my return home.

Despite the late start I did stop at the elementary school playground three or four blocks from here and had three sets of pull-ups and chin-ups.

I lopped off a mile from my usual walking route due to advanced time. I had intended to follow a network of trails almost paralleling 100th Avenue from where one began at 140th Street & 100th Avenue (Google Map) so that I would end up near 148th Street & 100th Avenue where Douglas Fir Trail intersects Salal Trail (Google Map), at which point I would have turned right onto Salal Trail.

But when my original trail intersected with Huckleberry Trail, I checked the time and saw it to already be 7:29 a.m. The store had opened at 7 a.m., and it was only going to get busier; besides, I did want to get back home before the day became too busy.

So I turned down Huckleberry Trail and followed it to Green Timbers Way from where I worked my way to Fraser Highway and on to Save-On-Foods on George Junction (Google Map).

I did not expect to be spending $75.20 ─ earlier I had made a $200 withdrawal despite already having become concerned about my financial situation, but I do not have the time to get into that.

No one else was yet up once I was home, but soon enough I recognized that my eldest stepson was awake ─ with his girlfriend, who had clearly spent the night with him. His bed is downstairs and directly below my bedroom, so their voices were apparent enough.

At one point he went to the kitchen to boil water.

Not much later, my wife rose and went downstairs, probably engaging the pair. When she came back upstairs to her bedroom, she bade me a good morning.

My brother still had not emerged from his bedroom, so I finally decide to return to bed, closing my bedroom door. But ere managing any sleep, I finally did hear him come forth at 10 a.m., so I rose and soon enough joined him for some T.V. despite wanting more sleep.

At 10:30 a.m. he invited me to put our Android TV Box to work, so I tuned in the last part of the video I wrote of yesterday (The Matrix Revealed: The Illusion of Choice Part 1: The Plan to Take Down The Satanic Cabal Was Written By The Satanic Cabal) that we had left for want of time.

I then tried a fairly recent video at Rumble's A Warrior Calls channel, but the guest's speech impediment along with his Australian accent made it far too difficult to follow, so instead we departed from it and tuned in Christopher James' IT'S MY DUTY TO SAVE THIS WORLD SIMPLY AND POWERFULLY.

Christopher's early monologuing wherein he thanks various of his latest donors, talks of local Ontario events he is involved in, and blathers on about exaggerated alternative therapies, now all get fast forwarded through; but despite reducing the video by anywhere from a quarter to a third, it still brought us almost to noon.

Since my brother displayed no interest in returning to his bedroom for any rest prior to leaving for the day to socialize, I tuned in an episode of the British sitcom W1A ─ episode five of series or season three.

I see that we are almost done the full run of this delightful show, alas.

Incidentally, my wife dressed up and around 10:10 a.m. left without explanation ─ that is often when she will leave if she has a full day of work in store at the restaurant, but I cannot remember when she last worked a full Sunday.

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Jumping now far ahead, it is actually nearing 3 a.m. Monday, April 22.

I did have my walk ─ in the evening just passed, all 5.625 miles of the walk. My brother was here before I left, for it was well past 9 p.m. By then I had drunk two cans of Cariboo Malt while watching an episode of The Flash ─ the premiere episode ("Armageddon, Part 1") of season eight.

It was very enjoyable ─ and not a hint of anything Gay.

So I had my outing, doing a little shopping at Real Canadian Superstore at the apex of my walk, and then coming home to soon watch T.V. with my brother.

We watched two shows, beginning with 1923 ─ episode six ("One Ocean Closer to Destiny") of the first and only (thus far) season. Lord, it's a good series!

I thought my brother might suggest a second episode, but he only requested "something short". However, when I said that I had intended an episode of Doc Martin, he went for it.

And so we watched episode five ("The Departed") of series or season four.

I gotta finish this post!

My wife must have worked the full day, for she showed up during Doc Martin.

All else I will say is that I drank two further Cariboo Malts.

It is now 3:05 a.m., so goodnight to all!

The Satanic Cabal

When my 2 a.m. alarm chimed last night, I rose ably enough to begin readying for my five-mile+ walk. My wife was shut up in her bedroom, having come home from working the latter part of the day at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, but my eldest stepson was still not to bed.

However, he was at the computer in the boys' den area.

Just before I was set to leave, I weighed in at practically 190 pounds. And once I was outside and set to go, it was 2:52 a.m. The sky seemed clear.

I had my stop for exercise at the elementary school playground three or four blocks from here. The equipment was perfectly dry, so I managed 5-2-3-2-2-2 by way of repetitions in the six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups I engage, and I also performed 11 slow full-range push-ups in a declined position on the cement ramp leading to a side door of the school.

There was to be nothing particularly notable about the ensuing walk. I almost always see at least one rabbit; and at one point ahead of me I witnessed a skunk safely cross an avenue, including scampering over its low median.

I wasted some time exploring a fairly short length of a trail in the vicinity of the Surrey Nature Centre, so I was expecting that it would likely be at least 5 a.m. by the time I was again home; but I think that it was only 4:54 a.m.

This was a definite surprise.

I cannot remember now when it was that I got back to bed ─ possibly ahead of 6 a.m.

It was well past 9 a.m. when next I checked the time, and it seemed to me that my younger brother might already have been downstairs watching T.V. Yet despite the obligation felt to join him and put our Android TV Box into action, I could not resist just lying there in bed enjoying the extreme comfort ─ I could have slept further.

When I did make it downstairs around 9:30 a.m. to join him and got the green light to make use of our Adnroid TV Box, I led us off with a 15-minute (15:51) video uploaded on May 5, 2022, to YouTube's Think Flow Grow | Holistic Health & Fitness channel: "Big 6" Routine for Lymph Flow by Dr. Perry Nickelston.

An article published on May 25, 2022, goes into full detail on how to fully practice what was described: Understanding Your Lymphatic System, Pain, and Body Systems with Dr. Perry Nickelston.

This video was far more inviting and promising than I ever expected, for I feared that the procedure would take quite some while, or have to be engaged several times a day.

Not so!

So I am going to try to remember to try it out.

We only got halfway through the next video, for before it was quite 10:30 a.m. he announced that he had been up early and wanted to get some further bed rest before taking off for the day to drink beer and socialize.

I will resume the video tomorrow morning, unless my brother bellyaches in which case I will save it for myself because I am intrigued that the so-called 'freedom movement' may be exactly what has been intended all along by those forces ultimately involved in the increasing oppression of the people everywhere in all countries.

If I understood what was being proclaimed, the Biblical false prophet of what many of us believe are the looming end times will rise up from within the 'freedom movement' and be seized upon by people because this man will actually lead the way to bringing an end to the tyranny that is still ahead for us ─ but that is all part of the Satanic plan.

We will have been duped into believing with all of our hearts that this fabulous leader is a good man when he is actually the very opposite.

So I am rather looking forward to the remainder of the video, and the others in the series.

This specific video exceeded 1¼ hours (1:19:30), and was published on March 6 at Rumble's Deprogramming With Graces Dad channel: The Matrix Revealed: The Illusion of Choice Part 1: The Plan to Take Down The Satanic Cabal Was Written By The Satanic Cabal.

Refer to the video for the extensive description with many relevant links I haven't the time nor interest to bother reproducing here.

The morning, midday, and early afternoon were very sunny. Due to this being my Sabbath fast, even though I returned to bed for a nap ahead of noon, I napped very well and never roused enough to care abut the time until 2:30 p.m.

By this time the characteristic weakness of hunger and caffeine withdrawal were well manifested, and I easily could have spent further time there in bed.

After rising I was considering getting some Sun out in the backyard, but my eldest stepson was still home and fussing about in the kitchen.

And then I realized that the sky was clouding over.

Around 3:40 p.m. I could hear the sound of distant, high wind for quite a few seconds before that translated into a most unwanted intrusion strongly blowing through my partly open bedroom window that ultimately forced me to close it.

Ere 5 p.m. I was aware that it was raining. And around then, my eldest stepson finally left. Could it be that he has a 12-hour 6 p.m. to 6 a.m. graveyard shift?

I should here mention that my wife seemed to have a full workday today, for she rose and quickly showered while my brother and I were watching the lymphatic system video. She also 'borrowed' $20 from me, saying something about later making a transfer to our joint chequing account.

The restaurant opens at 11 a.m., so she was soon on her fairly long drive.

Still, she does not normally have a full Saturday. Possibly she went elsewhere in the morning?

I know nothing on either count. I only know that my youngest stepson is still vacationing somewhere in Thailand.

This has been a bath day, so I took care of that chore in the earliest evening. Fully nked, I weighed in at maybe 177 pounds.

I will not be sitting up tonight, for I want to do some very early grocery shopping tomorrow towards the last part of a five-mile+ walk. The plan is to rise at 4 a.m. overnight to allow me leisure before leaving ─ and time to enjoy a strong instant coffee with the works!

Supposedly it is sunset hereabout at 8:12 p.m.,, but my fast ─ begun just before dark yesterday ─ is not to end until after dark this evening. This is inconveniencing because the late arrival of darkness does not afford me the confidence of sufficient time to watch a movie and have some drinks before my brother will be returning home.

And of course, sunset will continue to grow later and later, right up until around June 22 when Summer arrives. From some research I just did, the next time the sun will set this 'early' hereabouts will be August 22 ─ just better than four months away!

And even then, I of course will not be confidently able to be watching any movies after dark when I will be able to enjoy them with some drink ─ that will be some days yet into September.

Consequently, this evening will see me enjoying some supper while watching some women's MMA matches via YouTube.

[My eldest stepson returned home with his girlfriend, so he never went to work.]

Owl Close-Up

Since it was past 9 p.m. last evening when I left here on my walk, it was too late to include any sort of shopping, so I limited myself to just the five-mile+ trek I had taken that early a.m.

But it was to prove quite interesting.

About 1½ miles into it as I was walking up 140th Street and had almost reached 100th Avenue (Google Map) where I would be turning right, I coincided with a chap coming from that same intersection. Due to darkness and the blinding vehicular lights, I had no idea I knew who it was until we had almost passed one another and he suddenly expressed my name in surprise.

It was Charles ("Stickman"). He had a pole with him that he had been sandpapering smooth, but I had not even been able to notice that beforehand due to those infernal blinding lights.

But even if it had been daytime and he didn't have a pole I might not have recognized him, for he was fairly brightly dressed and had almost a brush cut instead of his formerly rather long hair. He was also bareheaded, whereas normally he wears a hood or something like a toque.

This was to be the most rational conversation yet that I have had with him, for normally he ventures off into the bizarre of topics that make absolutely no sense to me.

Fortunately, he was tired, and one of his large toes was paining him, so we did not converse for too long. But while we were engaged a young woman had been coming from behind along my route who was sporting exceptional bared legs in her short skirt. As she passed us and advanced to the near intersection, I was almost agog at how fabulous her calves were, even though I could only enjoy the view for a short glimpse due to those blinding headlights.

I would have loved to have been free of Charles just then to follow immediately along behind this magnificent lass. We did break soon thereafter, but she was gone from sight by then.

So I made my right turn along 100th Avenue, and did a little jogging to make up time. I also needed a pee because I had drunk a can of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol) shortly before leaving home. So when I reached the parking lot just beyond Green Timbers Access Road (Google Map), I went to the far end of the darkened lot and got my relief.

The lot is relatively narrow, but stretches alongside 100th Avenue as may be evident on that Google Map. This is a screen capture of the end of the lot where I went in the dark for my relief, unseen by the passing traffic ─ the image was taken from the perspective of being in the midst of 100th Avenue and looking at the parking lot's far end:

I was just finishing up when to my astonishment coming along the sidewalk and already well along past Green Timbers Access Road was what I am certain was the same young woman I had so admired earlier.

But how did she get to that point so quickly without me noticing her beforehand ─ especially since I had done some jogging?

Hurriedly I composed myself and resumed my walk without looking back at her, not wishing to cause her a fright ─ our side of 100th Avenue has nothing but forest. It might be alarming to her that somebody just seemed to appear out of the dark, but at least I was not walking her way.

However, I slowed my pace just in case the woman was inclined to catch up, yet I walked nearly the next half mile to 148th Street (Google Map) ─ where I would be making another right turn ─ before looking back, but I could not detect that she was even in sight; again, my visibility was limited because of the brilliance of oncoming traffic.

So I wondered if she might have been a hooker? Maybe she had gotten let off from a vehicle near where I was having my pee; and then as she walked well behind me she scored another 'client'?

Who knows.

By the way, just a short time prior to looking back for her, ahead of me on my side of 100th Avenue I noticed a coyote wisely wait for a break in traffic, and then it trotted across to the opposite side and disappeared into the forest.

I was to have one further interesting experience that night. I had just followed Fraser Highway to King George Boulevard and was only a very short ways along 98th Avenue (Google Map) when I noticed ─ sitting on a fence at shoulder height and not more than seven feet from me ─ a large owl facing directly at me.

It was probably a barred owl.

Sometimes at night I will hear what is surely the screech of a night bird. I have no idea what a nighthawk sounds like, nor a screech owl. But I have read that barn owls have a distinctive screech ─ in fact, that barn owls Wikipedia article in the right column has a 13-second audio of one's screech, and damned if this does not sound exactly like the screech I have sometimes heard.

Unfortunately, I did not notice if 'my' owl had a whiter face than the rest of itself.

I did not act as if I noticed the bird ─ I do not care to present myself as any kind of threat. Otherwise I could have attempted to record it with my cellphone. But to do so would require stopping and unbuttoning my denim jacket to gain the phone from an inside deep pocket, and then fumbling with the phone to get the camera function. Thus, I just kept walking.

However, a short distance ahead of me an Asian couple were disembarking their vehicle, and then coming in my direction. After I proceeded a ways, I looked back ─ sure enough, I could see the woman stopped at approximately where the bird was, but the man was not visible. Likely he was daring to approach the bird ─ maybe she was recording with her phone, I don't know.

But it bothered me. I wish that they had not detected it and ignorantly walked by it.

I found my brother home and watching T.V. once I was back here. Then while I was upstairs in my bedroom changing clothes, my wife arrived home following her latter day of work at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time.

After I joined my brother for some T.V. and he offered that I put our Android TV Box to work, I tuned in the premiere episode ("Electric Sheep") of The Orville's third season. My brother couldn't even recognize what we were watching for quite some time, for it has been at least a couple of years since we finished watching the second season.

After the episode was done, he requested "something short", but I had other plans ─ Yellowstone. My brother is a big fan, so he said naught ─ this time it was episode six ("All for Nothing") of season three.

Thereafter I just began playing random YouTube videos via the SmartTube app until my brother passed out, at which point I shut down the Android TV Box and left him with the T.V.'s basic programming.

I then took care of some things here at my bedside computer before getting to bed, but my brother did revive before I was done and he shut things down before coming upstairs to his own bedroom for the night.

It seems to me that I may not have made it to bed until around 3 a.m. Over the earlier night with my brother, I had drunk two further cans of Cariboo Malt and one of cider (6% alcohol).

I suppose my morning began around 8:30 a.m. My brother never emerged from his bedroom until something like 10 a.m., so I had full control of the T.V. by then.

When he joined me, I first played a 13-minute (12:53) video published earlier today at Rumble's The People's Voice channel: Docs Reveal Israel-Iran Conflict Planned 100 Years Ago To Spark World War 3.

The Israel-Iran conflict is an “inside job” by the globalist elite who are working to ensure the conflict will light the fuse to ignite a “holy war” that will spiral out of control into World War Three and lay the groundwork for the elite to usher in the “one world government” of the New World Order.

According to an insider, recent events in the middle east, including the Israel-Hamas war and now the conflict with Iran have been planned by the global elite and are now playing out to the letter – with the ultimate goal of shaping the world in their own image.

But there is just one problem for the globalist elite and their plans to enslave the human race. Their plans rely on the people of the world remaining ignorant – and we are not going to let that happen.

Then it was a 10¾-minute (10:46) video uploaded yesterday to YouTube's Redacted channel: HUGE win for Free Speech as Michigan declares historic 'First Amendment Day' on Sept. 6 | Redacted.

September 6 is now ‘First Amendment Day’ in Eastpointe, Michigan! The city agreed to establish this annual day in a settlement after the mayor shouted down residents in city council meetings. But first amendment lawyers are busier than ever! We go over why and call for First Amendment Day to be a federal holiday! 

That was followed by an 8½-minute (8:39) video published yesterday to Rumble's ProgressiveTruthSeekers channel: Joe Biden Signs FRIGHTENING Bill Gates Funded, Global Health Security Strategy.

I am short on time to reproduce the rather lengthy video description, so please refer to the video link.

We were to also watch a video ... no, I have no further time. It is already after 9:30 p.m., and I want to get up by 1:30 or 2 a.m. for a five-mile+ walk tonight.

I will only report that my eldest stepson's new dryer was delivered early this afternoon just after I was seeking my nap ─ he and my wife were present to deal with it. My brother had already left for the day.

She had to work the latter part of today, so she left here soon enough after 3 p.m. ─ maybe 3:15 p.m.

The day was sunny, so finding myself home alone I donned just shorts and at 3:29 p.m. was out in the backyard to sit in the sunshine for ─ if my count is right ─ nothing less than an hour and 17 minutes.

Yet I barely have colour to show for it.

We are expected to have some rain tomorrow.