The Professionals

My cellphone alarm might have been set for 1:45 a.m. last night, but I was awake and checked the time after some while and found it to be 1:30 a.m., so I decided to just get up then and slowly prepare for my five-mile+ walk.

For a second night, my wife had not come home.

By the time I was set to leave, I weighed in ─ at very most ─ at 188 pounds fully dressed to go. And once I was outside with the door once again locked, it was 2:41 a.m.

The sky seemed clear, and it was darned chilly. I doubt that it was more than a half dozen degrees above freezing ─ this seems to me to be a most unusually cool start to a year. Global warming is of course B.S.

When I got to the elementary school playground three or four blocks away for a half dozen sets of pull-ups and chin-ups, I thought it possible that I would find the equipment damp with condensation; but although everything was cold, all of it was dry.

My set totals were 5-2-3-2-2-2, and the final pull-up between a set of gymnastics-style rings was held for a 20-count. I then managed a dozen slow full-range push-ups in a declined position on a cement ramp leading up to a school doorway.

Nothing else about the walk comes to mind as being worth mentioning. Early into the walk I skirted a guy apparently passed out on a sidewalk by Surrey Taxation Centre in Whalley, his bicycle and a loaded shopping cart or something close by him.

Other than him, I once saw a raccoon in the distance, a rabbit on two occasions; and I heard frogs, as well as one or two strange sounds, one of which might have been an owl.

It was 4:39 once I was back home at the locked front door.

And it was only a minute or two past 6 a.m. once I was to bed. My eldest stepson would have just finished his 12-hour graveyard shift at Tree Island Steel.

I am a little unsure exactly when I rose, so let's just say 8:30 a.m. or soon after. Actually, now that I reflect, it might have been nearing 9 a.m., and my younger brother was already downstairs watching T.V.

After I joined him around 9:10 a.m., I had to wait until 9:30 a.m. for the episode of Moosemeat and Marmalade that he was watching to finish before I got the go-ahead to begin using our Android TV Box.

I then led us off with a 50-minute (50:37) video published earlier today at Rumble's Sonia Elijah investigates channel: TRUE HORRORS OF COVID VACCINE HARM DATA EXPOSED!!

My bombshell interview with data expert and ethical computer hacker, Wouter Aukema from the Netherlands, exposes the true horrors of the trove of data buried within the European Medicines Agency’s EudraVigilance case safety reporting system- like never before!
Wouter Aukema, a data forensics analyst with over 30 years experience, teamed up with a software expert to develop a tool where they were able to download ALL 15 million case safety reports over the past 20 years, for 6000 medicinal drug products and substances (within and outside of Europe) including the Covid-19 experimental shots.
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Guess what the most common side-effect of the COVID-19 vaccines are, as reported in that database?

COVID-19 itself!!!

There was only time for one further video, listed as it was at nearly 1½ hours (1:27:47) ─ it had been streamed yesterday to Rumble's Laura-Lynn Tyler Thompson channel: Defeating the Great Reset with Kevin Freeman.

Today we are joined by Kevin Freeman who is an expert on economic warfare and financial terrorism. We will be talking about his new book, Pirate Money: Discovering the Founders’ Hidden Plan for Economic Justice and Defeating the Great Reset.
Economic War room: https://www.economicwarroom.com/
Pirate Money: https://piratemoneybook.com/

As often occurs, I am out of time for this post ─ I want to have an evening walk, and it is already after 9 p.m.

I have watched an excellent episode of Prodigal Son ─ episode 19 ("The Professionals") of the first season ─ while enjoying a can of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol) and a most precious shot of St-Rémy XO 100% French Brandy.

I hated to broach that bottle kept in a most distinctive box, and possibly gifted to me more than two years ago; but I possessed no other hard liquor.

It effing sucks being limited like this financially!