💀☠💀☠💀☠ Evil and the Wicked

X (formerly Twitter): Kamalpreet Singh

Ever since my late afternoon / early evening bath yesterday, I knew that I would succumb ─ nay, that I would gleefully race to the embrace of iniquity.

Even during that evening's five-mile+ walk, I deemed the outcome inevitable.

At Returning, I stopped four or so blocks from here to buy a 15-pack carton of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol) cans, tipping my 85¢ change from a layout of $30 ─ so in full essence, $2 per can.

I suspect that six-packs of cans may work out to be less expensive, so it I go back there, I will not be swayed by packaging convenience.

I was apparently back home just after my younger brother, for he had not yet turned on the T.V.

Of course my wife was home, not having had to work that day.

By the way, my youngest stepson will be leaving sometime on Saturday on a month-long vacation to Thailand, and I understand that his girlfriend will be accompanying him. I expect, then, that she is going to be meeting his grandmother and other relations in his home village near the city of Udon Thani.

Anyway, over my late night with my brother, I was to operate our Android TV Box to tune in three shows for us to watch on T.V., beginning with The Morning Show ─ the premiere episode ("The Kármán Line") of season three.

I noticed my brother's consciousness glitching during the episode ─ it was more cerebral than he was in condition for.

Likewise with the next show I tuned in ─ the premiere episode ("Anna") of The Kettering Incident.

I'm unfamiliar with lead actress Elizabeth Debicki, but she seems quite tall ... and scrawny. Not at all leading lady stuff to me, unless she's unexpectedly spectacular beneath her shapeless outfits. But the episode was intriguing to me.

We finished our shows with an episode of Catterick ─ this time it was episode three.

Then we just wound down with random YouTube videos via the SmartTube app that I have downloaded into our Android TV Box.

And bloody of course, afterwards I did not get directly to bed as in the example set by my brother. I don't know what I'm going to do about my viler self ─ not if God is going to keep refusing to help me in the only way that I am able to recognize.

It was well past 4 a.m. by the time I got to bed, yet I arose about four hours later. My brother was already downstairs watching T.V.

Once I joined him around 9:15 a.m., we were to only watch one video ─ it was published early today at Rumble's A Warrior Calls channel: The Righteous Are Coming for Evil and the Wicked.

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Christopher is deluded, alas. Canada is not going to lead the way into the correction of what has gone wrong with our world ─ not with him holding court. I wish he would cease running on about this finally happening.

My brother only watched maybe 50% of the video. Our dryer broke down, and Friday morning is his usual laundry day, so after he did wash his clothes, he took off for a laundromat to dry them.

My wife rose before he later sought some bed rest, and then he left for the day. I had some of my wife's previous cooking before I sought an early afternoon nap, and I was back up before she left at mid-afternoon at latest to go to work.

I have to get to bed ─ it is already after 10 p.m., and I want to rise early in the a.m. for a five-mile+ walk.

I watched an early evening Christmas movie while drinking two cans of Cariboo Malt ( 8% alcohol) and a shot of Kraken Black Spiced Rum (47% alcohol), and having some supper. I began my Sabbath fast just ahead of dark.

I intended a 2017 movie with the same title as the one my streaming app (Cinema HD) mistakenly provided, but I was aware that the earlier (2013) movie existed; and since I correctly believed that I had not ever watched it before, I was okay with playing it ─ Coming Home for Christmas.

I very much enjoyed it, although it was not quite what I liked best in a Christmas movie.

I sure couldn't fault the two lead actresses, sisters Carly and Britt McKillip. What a pair of dream girls!

I even had some vague familiarity with the actress portraying their mother ─ I know I have at some point been very attracted to actress Amy Jo Johnson, but I cannot figure out why just in looking at her acting credits. I know that I thought her to be pretty darned 'hot'.

But it was the character presented as the sisters' father ─ and movie husband of Amy Jo Johnson; this guy was a pathetic dolt. He should have been a Gay character. I don't want or intend to say more about him.

Other than that last character, the movie was honestly quite good.

Cinema HD seemed to have selected this link at OK.ru as the movie source ─ and it played flawlessly.

My brother has been home some while now; and although I did have some initial communication with him concerning the dryer ─ I revealed how my eldest stepson had investigated and found that a key 'belt' had practically disintegrated, thereby disabling the machine ─ I have since shut myself up into my bedroom. I intend that early a.m. walk ─ not a late evening watching T.V.

Besides, I will be approaching a decent hangover if I add further beers to what I have already consumed this evening.

It is just past 10:30 p.m. ─ I must get to bed. I will not rise before 2:30 a.m. for my walk if I manage the proper sleep.