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My walk choice last evening that saw me leave here around 9:20 p.m. was the walk to Green Timbers Liquor Store to purchase another 1½ dozen cans of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol); and as usual, I rounded up the price tag to $35.

Before leaving on the walk, I drank a can of Cariboo Malt while watching Cybill ─ episode three ("The Big, Flouncy Thing") of season four. I used our Android TV Box to play the episode on T.V. via this link at OK.ru, if you are interested.

No one was home when I left, so I locked up at leaving.

Lameness of my left lower leg and foot set in on my return when I was within a mile of home, considerably slowing me down. This is so damned discouraging.

I got back to find my drunken brother watching T.V., although I suspect that my entrance into the house roused him from a stupor he had sunk into. But the revival did not last, for after I joined him I was to often see him with his eyes closed.

When I quickly got his invitation to put our Android TV Box into action, I led us off with The Morning Show ─ episode three ("White Noise") of season three. My brother was in and out of consciousness throughout the episode, just as he was the previous two episodes when we had them on in the recent two or so weeks.

His brain is so enfeebled by drink.

I next tuned in The Kettering Incident ─ episode three ("The Search") of its sole season. Well before its conclusion, my brother was deeply snoring.

As a consequence of his state, I then tuned in YouTube via the SmartTube app and just played random videos. He roused by the third or fourth, watched one or two, and then hauled himself upstairs to his bedroom for the night.

I had held myself to two cans of Cariboo Malt while watching T.V. with him, but all I can remember of my bedtime was that it was well past 3 a.m.

I think that my morning began just barely ahead of 8:30 a.m.; and just after 9 a.m. I had control of the T.V. Soon, I put our Android TV Box to work and began playing an hour-long video published May 31 at Rumble's A Warrior Calls channel: All Courts Corrupt / Vaccine Death Data Shown To World.

WAKE THE FUCK UP!
The world is in an extinction level event.
Only the people waking will stop ALL this death and destruction.
The BAR is at the center of all this corruption time to liquidate and lock them up
Christopher James once again shows the world what you are not to see
Including the solution IF we can find few hundred good cops and active military

My brother does not care for Christopher James and his constant harping and threats about what he's going to do when he becomes the people's supreme magistrate, so it was no loss that the video played out (except for the boring usual finale featuring Mel Gibson that I cut from), and still my brother had not come downstairs.

He finally did so when I was most of the way through a 22-minute (22:16) video uploaded earlier today to YouTube's Spencer Gatten channel: Canadas Government BETRAYED US!! (ILLEGALLY).

The episode focussed on Chrystia Freeland.

I followed that with a three-minute (3:06) video published June 1 at Rumble's Dr Mark Trozzi channel: NIH deputy director admits they funded gain-of-function research in Wuhan.

NIH deputy director Lawrence Tabak admitted to Congress that the NIH funded gain-of-function research at the Wuhan Institute of Virology. This admission follows years of evasive answers from federal health officials, including Dr. Anthony Fauci, about funding such controversial research. In response to these issues, the US Department of Health and Human Services recently barred the Wuhan Institute from receiving federal grants for ten years and pulled all funding from EcoHealth Alliance for three years. Fauci is scheduled to answer questions about the gain-of-function research at the Wuhan lab and theories of the origin of the pandemic in a public subcommittee hearing set for June 3.” That should be an interesting conversation. - More info: https://www.drtrozzi.news/p/wins-of-the-week-ep22-with-ted-kuntz

My gosh, it takes almost as long to read that description as it does to watch the brief video! The video was too brief ─ I had not even managed to concentrate on it before it finished, so its content was totally lost on me.

We finished up with a 1¼-hour (1:17:25) video published earlier today at BitChute's ittabena channel: Be Careful Who You Trust – Known Clickbait, Shills, NeverSayJews & Gatekeepers.

A big thank you to Dustin Nemos for this one. I have some friends who won't like this.
NOTE: Josh Reid from Social Redpill is a scammer and has bilked a friend of mine out of a lot of money. DO NOT Trust Joshua Reid!

I've never before (to my knowledge) heard of host Dustin Nemos, so I do not feel inclined to believe very much of what he says. And the concept that ALL Jews ─ not just so-called Zionists ─ are somehow only partly human and intent on the destruction of the rest of us is beyond bizarre.

My wife had risen in the latter morning, clearly not having to work a full day today. I did not even realize she was home until after 9 a.m. when I noticed that her bedroom door was pulled closed.

My brother sought some bed rest after our morning videos; and as my wife was busy in the kitchen thereafter, I went back to bed in pursuit of a needed nap. The only communication I had with my wife was in response to her collective good morning to my brother and I when she first came downstairs while he and I were watching T.V.

I napped and was in bed for maybe just over an hour when I rose to urinate, but I was not ready yet to confront the afternoon, so I returned directly to bed and was there till around 2:30 p.m.

I expected to find my wife here, but she was gone. I further expect that she likely had to work the latter part of the day at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, but the restaurant does not open until 4:30 p.m. following a daily 3 p.m. closure.

So where did she go meantime?

I don't know.

The weather has been quite nice ─ a mix of sunshine and clouds. It would be great weather for a day walk if there were not so damned many people all over the bloody place. And now that I keep going lame on my walks, I have absolutely no inclination to be out there among the masses when this disheartening and embarrassing crippling sets in.

I will be setting my cellphone alarm for 1:30 a.m. tonight to get me up for a walk, so it will not be a late evening for me.

Now, concerning my brother's failed bid to get one of my stepsons to come yesterday afternoon and bring him a spare key to his van that he had locked himself out of, I was correct in speculating that he would be bearing a grudge.

When I joined him late last evening for T.V., he said that the two bus rides he had to take ─ in coming home, and another two in returning to his van ─ cumulatively cost him about two hours. So that the 25-year-old ─ who works from home on his computer ─ claimed to be unable to take the time to break away because he had already taken his lunch break; and then that the 29-year-old (according to the younger brother) refused to get up to perform the chore at maybe 2:15 p.m. because he was going to have to later go to work with a 6 p.m. start of a 12-hour graveyard shift ... well, my brother felt himself to have been extremely slighted, and is feeling considerable offence for it.

He also spoke that maybe once we pay the property taxes July 2nd, perhaps it will be time to finally relinquish the house before next year's round of early annual billings for the utilities, home insurance, and these same escalating property taxes.

Selling out will resolve my enormous debt issues that marrying my wife have brought on, but it will also spell the termination of this extended small family of five that my brother and I have here. I want to move far away from any heavily populated areas ─ especially when I am a minority among South Asians as I am here.

My stepsons cannot do that ─ their jobs are here. And my wife would never leave them and all of her friends to go off with me.

So if we are to sell in the coming months, then this will equate to some very big changes for us all.

My intention will be to give my two stepsons 25% of whatever remains of my small portion of the house sale (my brother had made a $40,000 down payment, so he will get that back), and of course my wife will also get 25% of my share.

I just want my debts gone ─ and me gone from the smothering population everywhere around me in the Surrey that is nothing even remotely like the one I grew up in as a boy beginning in the latter half of the 1950s. Surrey is nothing to me anymore. My Surrey is a memory ... history only. It no longer exists.

Provided my brother was not just into 'drunk talk', then I will soon be doing some research on where to go. I honestly do not want to live with the drunk that my brother quickly becomes every single day of his life; so if I must go alone, then because I do not drive, I will be leaving behind almost everything I have unless transport shipping costs are not untenable.

But that is all to be worried about later ─ not today. All I will offer is that if it does come to this dissolution, I have scant desire or intention of living much longer.

Likely with some of that mood upon me, I desired some drink and a 'feel good' movie. Unfortunately, it was approaching 7:30 p.m. by then, and even a Hallmark-style movie would be around 1½ hours in duration, so I dared not risk having my brother return home and force me to abandon it. Besides, even if I watched it all, it would leave me scant time thereafter before my desired bedtime to finish off this post.

I could have tuned in another episode of Cybill because of how much I am attracted to Alicia Witt, but I only have a relative few of those series episodes remaining.

I finally settled upon sampling her first appearance in Law and Order: Criminal Intent ─ episode two ("Seeds") of season seven. I was never a fan of the series, so I never followed it.

I knew this would not be a 'feel good' show, but at least I would be seeing Alicia.

I did not expect that she was going to be an actual detective ─ I thought maybe a lawyer or something.

Anyway, I had my supper, and also drank a can of Cariboo Malt and one of Bumper Crop Crisp Apple Cider (7% alcohol) ─ all within the single commercial-free episode, so I am feeling some buzz from the relatively fast intake of brew.

It took some restraint not to have a shot of booze, too.

Due to how bright and sunny it was in the West-facing living room, I opted to watch the episode on my bedside computer, so I used this link at M4uHD.net.

It's hard to believe that beautiful Alicia is now something over 16 years older since that episode aired.

I watched and enjoyed the episode, then brushed my teeth. I was working on the tail end of this post when my youngest stepson apparently had an order of pizza delivered, for he then brought me two pieces of it (even though I no longer required addition to my supper) ─ I love pizza!

It is approaching 9:30 p.m. ─ I must here end this post. My brother has been home some five minutes or more.