Separating Fact from Fiction

Last evening's walk turned out to be to the Green Timbers Liquor Store where I parted with $35 for another 1½ dozen cans of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol). I was still feeling pretty corned from what I had drunk prior to the walk ─ that held even on the walk back home.

But I resisted refuelling on the way back. However, the task of toting the weight was such that I fully intended upon taking a rest along the route home, but the one point where I actually had a bench happened to be outside a high-rise where ─ as my typically infernal luck was to have it ─ some guy emerged right then with his female dog that was bursting for a pee, so I kept upon my way.

I arrived home to find that my wife had gotten back after her full day working at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time; and my younger brother was also home, watching T.V.

After I eventually joined him and quickly got his invitation to put our Android TV Box to work, I tuned in The Orville ─ episode three ("Mortality Paradox") of season three.

Since his request thereafter was for "something short", I tuned in The Conners ─ episode four ("Parent Traps and Heart Attacks") of season five.

My brother was quite prompt after that in retiring to his bedroom for the night. I may even have made it to bed by 2 a.m., having only added two further cans of Cariboo Malt to my evening's total of drink.

I found my sleep broken such that shortly after 6 a.m. I checked the time, but that was too early to be considering getting up. I sought further sleep, and never checked the time again until possibly around 8:40 a.m.

My brother was not yet out of his bedroom, but he soon enough was and thus got control of the T.V.

I was not able to put our Android TV Box into action until just about 9:20 a.m. My choice was a 1¾-minute (1:48:59) video published earlier today to BitChute's TheCrowhouse channel: Reality Control.

Host Max Igan is so wandering that it is impossible to provide a proper description of his videos. For me, though, his anti-Jewish penchant becomes so damned tedious.

My brother took leave shortly after 10:30 a.m. for further bed rest. I was later to just let the video play while I involved myself with other things; and even after I returned to it, almost aghast that it still wasn't over, I got so bloody annoyed when Max started taking his leave when I could see that the video was still scheduled to run another 39 minutes.

I'm getting fed up with this rambling by Max ─ his videos become drivel. I tried to endure it to the end, but I could not quite last that long. I killed the show during a musical parody.

My brother emerged from his bedroom shortly before noon, and apparently had designs of dealing with our overgrown lawns.

I could see him starting off with a string trimmer for the boundaries ─ he was at work some time; and then early into the noon hour, the overcast skies began to rain.

That was when I decided to seek my needed afternoon nap.

I was to be abed until 2:30 p.m., by which time my brother was gone for the day. My wife was up, though, and involved in considerable cooking.

She was scheduled to work the latter part of the day, but she did not leave on her fairly long drive until a tad past 3:30 p.m.

At the time, I was watching a 25-minute (25:22) video published June 18 at Rumble's PeterMcCulloughMD channel: Bird Flu: Separating Fact from Fiction, Produced by the McCullough Foundation.

Don't be fooled by the government narrative, mass indiscriminate H5N1 PCR testing, culling, and avian influenza vaccine campaigns. Get armed with the facts about the role of human agency in the outbreak, fear-mongering, unnecessary food supply constraints, and reasonable protection measures. Share to support the McCullough Foundation, June 17, 2024.

We had quite a lot of rain, but it never seemed intense. I do not know what to expect when I have my wee a.m. five-mile+ walk ─ I am typing these words at mid-evening. Soon I must get to bed.

I felt like some drink earlier, so I tuned in Katy Keene ─ episode five ("Chapter Five: Song for a Winter's Night") ─ drinking a can each of Cariboo Malt and Old Milwaukee (4.5% alcohol) before having my supper once the episode was done.

I had attempted to watch the episode on T.V. using three different streaming apps, but the links only seemed to include marginally compressed versions of the video in which the visuals were distorted, so I resorted to a browser app and possibly used this link at M4uHD.net.

It is now 9:24 p.m. ─ I must quit and get to bed smartly, for I would like to rise at 1:30 a.m.