If They Knew the Truth

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I should never have involved myself in any T.V.-watching last evening just because my younger brother remained home after getting back from witnessing the marriage of his daughter in the States.

I was not to get to bed until at least 2 a.m., so there was no hope of rising at 4 a.m. as is customary for me on Sundays.

As well, I also drank possibly three cans of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol) and one of Bumper Crop cider (7% alcohol).

Employing our Android TV Box, I led us off with Vera ─ episode three ("Blue") of season 12.

It was ─ as usual ─ a darned good show, and my brother was sober enough to be properly focusing on it.

My mistake was to follow up the long episode with an equally long episode of Endeavour ─ the absolutely very finale episode three ("Exeunt") of the entire excellent series. The episode was the finale episode of season (or series, as the British prefer) nine.

An extremely comprehensive description of the episode is here at WGBH.org.

Playing the episode was a "mistake" because by then my brother was becoming insensible, so it was pretty much wasted on him. He was failing to understand segments; and sometimes he would depart at key points to muck about for a few minutes. Even when he was within earshot of the T.V., he would seem to be incapable of following along with the show by just listening.

And his blather ─ he just could not cease recurringly over-talking the show, spoiling it for me. At the very end, I had to replay the scene where Endeavour Morse gives his mentor Fred Thursday that man's 'lost' pension investment. The two men have a touching farewell, for they would not be seeing one another again, and Thursday says something ─ one word ─ to Endeavour that the latter responds to with "Morse. Just Morse." Or something like that.

I missed entirely what Thursday had said because of my brother's drunken blathering at this major emotional and key scene, so I replayed it ─ and I still had to declare to my brother that I wanted to hear what Thursday said, for my brother would still not shut up.

That final phenomenal scene in which Endeavour in his vehicle is driving away and passes a flashy red Jaguar ─ and we then see Endeavour looking into his car's mirror at the now-passed Jaguar as an older man's eyes peer into his own Jaguar's mirror to look back at Endeavour's vehicle ─ meant nothing to my brother.

I explained that the driver of the Jaguar was none other than the older Morse coming to start that leg of his story, but all my brother had to say was, "Whatever."

In other words, it meant nothing ─ not a trace of sentiment exists when he gets this insensibly plastered.

So he quite spoiled my overall enjoyment of this final series episode, and he meantime got nothing from it himself because he hardly understood much of what took place.

It is a shame that there do not seem to be any free sources for the special "Morse & The Last Endeavour". I have searched, but cannot find any.

Should you be interested in that final episode, though, two sources that presently offer it are this one at Supernova.to that took awhile to load and appeared to buffer a little afterwards, and this one at M4uHD.

Regardless, we finished our viewing last night with The Conners ─ episode five ("A Little Weed and a Bad Seed") of season five.

And as I said earlier, it may have been 2 a.m. before I made it to bed ─ if not later.

My morning began a little before 8:30 a.m. My brother never emerged from his bedroom until shortly after 9 a.m.

When we began watching some T.V. together at 9:30 a.m., I used our Android TV Box to play the final 15 minutes or so of a video we had to break from yesterday so that my brother could seek some bed rest. At 44 minutes (44:44), it had been published two days ago to Rumble's AnitaKrishna channel: Canadian Rail Strike and talking with Shaun J Freedom.

His mother went into hospital for bronchitis and never came out due to hospital Covid murder protocol. Now's he started a business to help others get the medical attention they need.

https://www.larxmedical.com/

As I expected, that is not Shaun's family name ─ i.e., "Freedom". Thanks to an article that Anita displayed telling his and his mother's story, I tracked it down to this Substack.

I next tuned in a 53-minute (53:25) video published August 21 at Rumble's Unscrew the News channel: Albertans Might Riot If They Knew The Truth!

It turns out that Alberta Healthcare is less about health than we would expect.
Where exactly is the $24 Billion dollars given yearly to AHS going?
You might be surprised to know that a large portion of that money is being used to fight doctors like Dr. Makis and currently have 500+ lawsuits on the go.
He has roughly calculated that they have wasted nearly $10 million trying to ruin his career, intimidate his family after he refused to a ND of $400,000, to shut him up. There are many whistleblowers that can carob-orate similar stories where AHS has poured money and time into destroying anyone speaking ill of this mafia organization.
Shouldn't they spend all or most of the money for healthcare, on "healthcare"?
How many patients should they be allowed to murder? A few? None?
Danielle Smith seems to be controlled by one or many of these corrupt organizations.
Who is she supposed to be answering to?

When that video was done, I started playing a movie that I had previously recorded onto a thumb or flash drive. Due to its length, we stopped nigh midway through the noon hour so that my brother could seek some bed rest. I will report on the movie once we finish watching it.

I never sought my needed nap until after my brother left on foot to bus away to start his daily drinking. The nap ─ as often it happens ─ left me feeling distinctly unpleasant.

The morning had been overcast, but there was quite a lot of afternoon sunshine and blue skies.

Maybe around 3:30 p.m. my wife unexpectedly showed up, then left again around 4:55 p.m. She had taken today off work and was headed off to party with one of her restaurant co-workers who was soon to be leaving for Thailand ─ whether a visit or to return there and live, I cannot say.

My wife said she likely would not return later tonight if she drank too much, She doesn't have to work until late tomorrow afternoon.

I am torn as to how to spend my evening. Normally I would make the 5.625-mile round trip hike to Real Canadian Superstore and then watch a show or two with my brother after we were both here later in the evening.

I just hate the idea of watching T.V. with his drunken persona on two consecutive evenings. Also, two successive late nights with some drinking does not do me kindly.

My other option is to remain home and get to bed relatively early and then rise at 1:30 a.m. to put in a five-mile+ walk ─ but that is what I normally do in the wee a.m. of Tuesday, and I have no desire to be doing that on two consecutive very early a.m.s.

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I have been finding myself feeling quite low this latter afternoon and into the evening, despite making my decision to visit Real Canadian Superstore.

So early into the evening in order to justify a malt and a cider, I tuned in The Guardian here at my bedside computer. It was the first season's episode four ("Lolita?").

It was good! This was a darned decent series.

I watched the episode at this link at M4uHD.net, and it played perfectly.

It is now 8:07 p.m., so I am going to begin readying for my outing.