Clean

After publishing yesterday's post, I was to remember the name of the old documentary that I had watched with my younger brother about American nuclear bomb experimentation. At 42 minutes (42:51), it had been published October 10, 2020, to BitChute's bluedemon218 channel: Operation Crossroads.

Operation Crossroads was a pair of nuclear weapon tests conducted by the United States at Bikini Atoll in mid-1946. They were the first nuclear weapon tests since Trinity in July 1945, and the first detonations of nuclear devices since the atomic bombing of Nagasaki on August 9, 1945. The purpose of the tests was to investigate the effect of nuclear weapons on warships.

The Crossroads tests were the first of many nuclear tests held in the Marshall Islands, and the first to be publicly announced beforehand and observed by an invited audience, including a large press corps. They were conducted by Joint Army/Navy Task Force One, headed by Vice Admiral William H. P. Blandy rather than by the Manhattan Project, which had developed nuclear weapons during World War II. A fleet of 95 target ships was assembled in Bikini Lagoon and hit with two detonations of Fat Man plutonium implosion-type nuclear weapons of the kind dropped on Nagasaki, each with a yield of 23 kilotons of TNT (96 TJ).

I was also to possibly learn why my eldest stepson did not mow the lawn. When I was getting set to call it an evening, I realized that he had his girlfriend here with him.

However, here it is towards the end of the afternoon, and the two lawns are still not mowed. I am reluctant to sun because the grass and weeds are so tall that by trampling any areas down, the lawnmower will likely fail to properly gather up and mow the flattened plants.

But I may have primarily skipped out on any sunning this afternoon following my nap because I wanted to ensure that I did not drain myself and jeopardize a walk this evening.

I had my early a.m. five-mile+ walk, rising at 1:45 a.m. to ready for it. I saw that my wife had come home at some point following the finish of her full workday at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time.

My eldest stepson was still up, but I think that I may have sneaked away unnoticed.

My fully-clothed jacket-less weight may have been 185 pounds; and it was 2:24 a.m. once I was outside and set to go beneath a clear sky.

I had my stop at the elementary school playground three or so blocks from here; but even with my jacket off, I could not dare to attempt a seventh pull-up in the first set of pull-ups and chin-ups. So the six sets only resulted in this tally of repetitions: 6-2-3-2-2-2.

The last two sets were pull-ups on a pair of gymnastics-style rings; and I held out on the final pull-up for a 25-count.

Then it was over to the cement ramp for a dozen slow, full-range decline push-ups.

As for the walk, I can only recall one two-part event being of any note. It began when I was nearly a mile from home on the outward leg of my walk. As I travelled Fraser Highway from King George Boulevard, I could hear sounds of a woman crying, and soon saw her likely coming from the area of the 7-Eleven at the intersection with 140th Street (Google Map).

I was on the opposite side of Fraser Highway from her. Whatever was amiss, she was motoring right along, snuffling and occasionally blurting out a crying jag.

Well, approximately an hour later as I was coming down Quibble Creek Greenway and was a short distance from Fraser Highway (Google Map), there was the same woman in the same state, but this time motoring her feet rapidly along Fraser Highway back towards the 7-Eleven area.

So obviously there was more in play than seemed. She was likely in a bad relationship with some jerk. I believe that I may have seen her before recently after dark ─ if so, she was hauling along a buggy laden with probable scavenged items, and some guy on a bicycle was coming up on her from well behind, and the twain stopped and remained in place until I was so far along the highway that it was no longer possible to discern if they were still where they had been.

I think that I have seen them before that occasion, as well. So they are potentially a homeless pair, or maybe they have tenancy in some place like "Foxglove". If they are homeless, they may have a camp somewhere in the Green Timbers Urban Forest Park.

I was back home by 4:28 a.m. this morning, and back to bed just ahead of 6 a.m., remaining there until nearly 8:30 a.m.

My younger brother never emerged from his bedroom until after 9 a.m., but close enough that I was barely able to take possession of the T.V. first.

Putting our Android TV Box to work, I led us off with a very good 56-minute (56:14) video published two days ago to Rumble's Doc Malik channel: #191 - Dr William Makis Part 1 - The Erosion Of The Medical Profession.

In this podcast, we talk about the collapse of medical ethics, the influence of Big Pharma, and the erosion of the medical profession

My next choice was 42 minutes (42:48), but not at all as enjoyable. It had been published June 21 to Rumble's The HighWire with Del Bigtree channel: DR. WOLFGANG WODARG ON FALSE PANDEMICS.

Epidemiologist & Former Member of German Parliament, Wolfgang Wodarg, MD, discusses his new book, False Pandemics: Arguments Against the Rule of Fear, which examines the fabricated pandemic alarms of swine and bird flu designed to mislead millions. Hear why he believes it is vital for our immune systems to be exposed to viruses and his surprising take on the threat gain-of-function research.

It seemed to me that Del struggled to keep his guest elucidating, for the doctor never seemed very inclined to be elaborative nor even to the point sometimes. Del also overreacted too much to statements from Dr. Wodarg ─ it was as if Del was trying to make the dialogue seem more interesting than it was, for it often seemed to 'fall flat'.

Then it was back to bluedemon218 on BitChute for a 21-minute (21:04) video published October 14, 2020: Pedophile Park.

It concerned a 60 Minutes (Australia) segment reporting on a trailer park in Florida that's actually known with the less polite nickname "Pervert Park". The residents are sex offenders who are unable to live anywhere else because of their reputations and past convictions that likely have many of them wearing ankle monitors. 

We finished with a 59-minute video published July 4, 2019, at Rumble's Adaneth channel: Rise of the Clans | A Queen Betrayed (Episode 3). However, that link no longer seems to function, so it is fortunate that I had previously downloaded the video back on April 8 when it was still valid.

Episode 3: Neil reveals how the clans plotted against Mary Stewart, Queen of Scots, ultimately leading to the beheading of the most charismatic queen in Scottish history. The tale turns on a brother's plot to overthrow his sister in a ruthless bid for power. James Stewart, Earl of Moray, uses clan power to first control and then rid Scotland of his sister Mary. As she battles conspiracies, plots and counterplots, Mary is trapped in the cruel and tumultuous world of clan blood feuds. After they murder her husband Lord Darnley and Mary flees into the arms of the Earl of Bothwell, the most ruthless of Scotland's clan chiefs, civil war breaks out. Mary escapes to England, never to return again.

We had previously watched the earlier two episodes of the series.

My wife had another full day of work scheduled, so she rose around 9:30 a.m. and left us at something like 10:10 a.m. on her fairly long drive.

It has rather clouded over this early evening ─ maybe there will be no chance at all for sunning tomorrow.

As for my eldest stepson, he came to me quite early this evening to see if I had his last Notice of Assessment ─ apparently his younger brother offered to file the older lad's delinquent tax returns since that last filing.

Well, it would appear that 2019 was the last year that was filed by me, back when I was still doing so by paper. When 2020 rolled around, the older lad lost the statement of income for the substantial severance payment he received that year, and he was not even sure of the amount, let alone how much income tax had been withheld.

So we never filed that year nor since. He supposedly made an effort to set up an account with Canada Revenue Agency so that he could access his employment income statements, but he botched the process due to his untimely response with a mailed password or some such that was sent to him.

Let's move on this day.

Beginning to lag, I lied down a time to rest my eyes, and then I decided to watch a show on T.V. with a little drink. So I tuned in Castle Rock's final episode ("Clean"), and drank a can each of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol) and Old Milwaukee (4.5% alcohol).

What an effing disgusting cop-out for the finale of a series. It seems that I was right all along ─ Annie was insane. She kills by drowning her younger half-sister ("Joy") whom she raised as if the girl was her daughter, conning her to believe the same; and then we're to expect that Annie continues the rest of her life fantasizing that she revived Joy and they are thenceforth living in total harmony.

Garbage like this should never get published, let alone turned into a movie or T.V. series.

It is 9:22 p.m. ─ I must ready and get away on some semblance of a decent walk.