💀☠💀☠💀☠ The Continuing Fool

Last evening's after-dark walk was my usual five-mile+ route. Despite feeling peculiarly inebriated and drained of motivation, I had intended to do a wee bit of shopping at Real Canadian Superstore ─ a round trip walk of 5.625 miles ─ but quickly after leaving home I realized that I had neglected to bring any change.

That was enough for me to cancel the shopping ─ again, the inebriation and dearth of motivation certainly figured into that decision.

Note that my younger brother had arrived home just as I was readying to go, so he was aware that I was heading out on a walk and thus he would have to entertain himself with whatever fare of interest he could find on our T.V.'s basic cable package.

I had sobered up remarkably by my return to home.

However, I was to drink three further cans of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol) over the evening while watching shows with my brother, who remained conscious throughout.

Putting our Android TV Box to work, I led us off with Doc Martin ─ the finale episode eight ("The Wrong Goodbye") of season or series four.

Then because my brother only wanted something short, I tuned in 2023's Frasier ─ the premiere episode one ("The Good Father") of season one.

Well, we were such fans of the original series and got such a nostalgic kick from this first episode of the renewed update series, my brother requested episode two ("Moving In"). So we watched that as well.

He then sensibly retired to his bedroom for the night.

Not me ─ well, not my bed, at any rate. I watched further T.V. ─ some YouTube videos concerning Thailand nightlife via the SmartTube app while I had a meal. Then it was off to my bedroom and this bedside computer where I remained in iniquitous fixation until around 4:30 a.m.

Yet I began my morning no more than four hours later.

My brother emerged from his bedroom around 8:50 a.m. to have coffee and watch T.V.

I joined him around 9 a.m., and at his invitation around 9:10 - 9:15 a.m. to put our Android TV Box back into action, I led things off with a 10-minute (10:13) video published earlier today at Rumble's AnitaKrishna channel: CNN's Dana Bash Awkward Interview with JD Vance.

Next was a 23-minute (23:30) video published two days ago at Dr. William Makis's Substack: NEW PODCAST! "15 minutes with Dr.Makis" - Episode 024: Pedophile Empire Strikes Back! Why I believe this is the end of the road for Alberta Premier Danielle Smith and UCP itself.

I spoke up against child sex abusers & was attacked by Adriana LaGrange & College of Physicians and Surgeons of Alberta who sent Edmonton Police to my house.

Why I believe this is the end of the road politically for Alberta Premier Danielle Smith and UCP itself.

And yesterday Dr. Makis published an 11-minute (11:08) video from a U.S. source: Cost of Following Orders - 24 year old soldier left disabled by COVID-19 Vaccines.

BREAKING: Army and National Guard accused of abandoning 24-year-old soldier with “debilitating heart condition” that internal memo “linked” to COVID-19 mRNA vaccine.

New military records confirm the soldier's heart injury was "In Line of Duty,” and details her account of "complications since receiving the second dose of the Moderna COVID-19 vaccine."

Moderna did not respond to our questions.

Army Specialist Karoline Stancik now faces over $70,000 in medical debt. EPISODE ONE: “The Cost of Following Orders”

Then it was over to Rumble's Stew Peters Network channel for two videos published yesterday.

The first was 18 minutes (18:53): "CANCER" and "VIRUSES" are PARASITES Parasites: Hidden Knowledge That Exposes The Medical Mafia.

The health industry has sold us a lie as they spread around fake viruses and cancer. But the truth is coming out - much if not all of it can be linked to parasites.

The second video concluded with the above video, so even though it claimed to be 56 minutes (56:21), obviously it was considerably shorter: KARMA: Evil YouTube CEO Dies Suddenly from Turbo Cancer!

Join The Dollar Vigilante and podcast Host Jeff Berwick as we discuss the Evil YouTube CEO Susan Wojcicki, who just Died Suddenly this week from apparent Turbo Cancer!

I also began jumping through Stew's various commercial breaks, shortening the video further. I find myself unwilling to watch shows like his on any regular basis that are filled with advertising segments.

My brother sought bed rest soon after 11:30 a.m., and I was to bed for a nap before he emerged from his bedroom and left for the day.

Sunning was definitely available today ... but it is a bath day for me, so I forwent the sunning. The Sun will be back tomorrow.

I had to lie down again in the latter afternoon after having my day's first meal ─ I was not particularly hungry before my first break for bed in the noon hour.

I never normalized today. However, following my early evening bath, I then resorted to the T.V. and our Android TV Box and played Cybill ─ episode eight ("Where's a Harpoon When You Need One?") of final season four.

That gave me liberty to indulge in a can of Cariboo Malt and one of Bumper Crop cider (7% alcohol). My youngest stepson had gone out during my bath, but he reappeared with a pizza, so I had two pieces of that despite already having supped.

The conviviality afforded me the opportunity to ask about his older brother, who I do not recall having experienced any trace of since at least Friday. Well, it seems the older lad is in Halifax, although he will be back tomorrow. Apparently he went back east with his girlfriend to visit her family.

Good thing he's a brawny gym rat ─ he might have more confidence about embarking on such a venture than might a lot of people! After all, I believe that she is White, whereas he is Thai and thus Southeast Asian.

But this suggests to me that there is a lot of seriousness to their relationship. Might something be evolving? In other words, might he soon enough be moving out to get an apartment or something with her?

If he does, knowing of it well beforehand gives plenty of opportunity to get something happening by way of selling our home and finally freeing me of credit debt, and allowing me at last the freedom to leave this part of Canada.

I want to live somewhere more remote ─ a small town in the back country could be ideal. I just have to get away from my wife and her incessant draining of what little pension I get each month.

I have an early a.m. five-mile+ walk planned, and I would like to rise to being readying at 1:30 a.m. Since it is already 9:32 p.m., I am going to quit blogging and then publish this post, and seek my bedtime.