The Control Group

When my 1:30 a.m. cellphone alarm chimed last night, I was eager enough to rise and begin readying for my five-mile+ walk.

And when I was on my way at 2:10 a.m., my fully clothed weight was only 188 - 189 pounds. It was dry outside, reasonably mild for this time of year, and overcast.

Once at the elementary school playground three or so blocks from here for some exercising, I was delighted the find the equipment completely dry of any condensation or dew. And my hopes were further borne out with the six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups, for despite my encumbering fairly long denim jacket, I managed decent totals: 7-3-3-3-2-2.

As always, pull-ups are the first two sets; then two sets of chin-ups; and two sets of pull-ups between a pair of gymnastics-style rings are the final two sets. I held a hang for a 35-count upon completing the very final rings pull-up.

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

This 75-year-old felt it to be a good session, although I began having concerns well into the pull-ups and chin-ups because I began feeling marked distress due to how overheated my upper body was fast becoming from the exertion in the excessive clothing ─ I should have removed my jacket before starting.

Note that as I exercised, I became aware that it was peppering isolated drops of very fine rain, but not sufficient to wet the equipment while I was using it.

Well into my walk I did notice that the pavement was no longer dry ─ at that point it appeared thoroughly damp. But towards the conclusion of my fast walk, there were again drying patches.

A few times I had jogged for short distances to save time on the walk, so I felt I was doing good time. And so it was ─ I was back home at 4 a.m. exactly. The walk had taken 10 minutes below two hours despite a full exercise session at the school.

I was back in bed well ahead of 6 a.m. ─ possibly as early as 5:40 a.m., but certainly no later than 5:49 a.m. (I could not quite read the time with my poor vision).

It was already 9:20 a.m. when next I checked the time, so I hustled myself up from bed, correctly expecting that my younger brother was downstairs watching T.V. and wondering when I would be joining him so that we could watch videos via our Android TV Box ─ all he had found to watch via our T.V.'s basic cable programming was an old episode of The Littlest Hobo.

And so it was around 9:30 a.m. I first tuned in a short 13-minute (13:12) video published yesterday at Rumble's Bonobo3D channel: A Homeschooling Mother of Three: Things You Can Do Differently.

Homeschooling mother, Jaclyn Aubichon, spoke at the First Independent Education Forum, November 17, 2024, Vancouver, BC.

Host: Anna Maryakhin
Independent Education Forum

I next tuned in a 15-minute (15:31) video also published yesterday, this time to Rumble's The People's Voice channel: CDC Director Blows Whistle: Fauci Facing ‘Life in Prison’ for Creating COVID As Bioweapon.

Dr. Anthony Fauci has operated with shocking impunity for decades, running cruel and unusual experiments on children and animals, funding gain of function research to make viruses deadlier, all while profiting immensely from the widespread distribution of his devastating vaccines.

His actions, eerily reminiscent of the horrors committed by Nazi doctor Josef Mengele, have been covered up by the complicit mainstream media. But now, high-level whistleblowers are stepping forward, and Fauci’s dark past is being dragged into the light.

As the new administration takes shape, there’s growing determination to hold him accountable for crimes against humanity. Fauci’s supposed “retirement” is actually the beginning of a very different kind of reckoning.

Then, best of all, I tuned in an hour-long (1:06:48) video published November 18 to Rumble's Vaccine Choice Canada channel: Joy Garner of The Control Group Are Vaccines Responsible for Chronic Diseases?

Oct 1/24 Interview: Joy Garner, founder of The Control Group study, joined us to talk about its findings. Joy is a tech inventor who became a peer-reviewed and published scientific author by conducting a nationwide study comparing the long-term health outcomes of entirely unvaccinated Americans with those who have been vaccinated. “The Control Group data conclusively proves that vaccines are, in fact, the actual cause of well over 90% of the deadly and disabling conditions suffered by Americans today.”

Website: www.thecontrolgroup.org/gallery

I also tuned in a longer documentary that we only watched maybe a half hour of before my brother requested saving it for future viewing because at little more than 11:30 a.m. he was set to return to his bedroom for some bed rest.

I will report on the documentary when we have completed watching it.

When first I joined him this morning, he dropped the bloody annoying revelation onto me that his girlfriend Bev wants to apply online for social assistance ─ in other words, I am to be imposed upon for this because neither she nor my dense brother know how to use a computer.

Apparently she has decided that she doesn't want to move to Kelowna to live with her father, who has apparently paid her rent for at least the past couple of months because she has no income.

Bev has allowed her health and fitness to decline so badly that she refuses anymore to even walk a couple of blocks, so employment is impossible for her despite only being in her early 50s, I believe.

My brother just recently took her to wherever local social services offices were, but a long lineup was too daunting for her.

So after getting me to get the phone number for her to apply via that means, upon dialing the number and supposedly hearing a recording that current wait times for an agent were about 1½ hours, she gave up.

Too much imposition ─ but evidently not for me! I'm supposed to sit and get her enrolled online even though it's going to require crap like setting up an account with a password and E-mail address ─ something she of course does not have.

It's all 𝓶𝓮 because she won't bother to stand in a lineup or wait on the phone.

It was appearing that he was going to bring her here this afternoon, but while he was resting in his bedroom, he said that she phoned to say that she wasn't feeling up to it today, and wants to postpone it until Saturday.

That's my Sabbath fast day when I will be drained and desirous of spending a lot of the afternoon trying to lose myself in as long a nap as feasible.

When I sought my nap midday today, I found myself being threatened with a vague development of a stress or eyestrain headache. It never disappeared. I even had to lie down again in the latter afternoon because of a decline in well-being.

My brother's plan after being freed of Bev was his usual Thursday jaunt off to Green Timbers Pub via busing, and he was killing time early this afternoon when my wife ─ she only had scheduling to start work in the latter afternoon at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time ─ made to leave just after 2 p.m., which is an hour earlier than she would normally leave.

When my brother realized she was going off to work, he piped up and asked if she would be able to drop him off at the pub, so she agreed, and he had to make haste and get outside to join her.

This will of course mean that he will be getting an extra early start on his daily drinking.

I got my own early start by eating a small supper and then enjoying a can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) in the early evening while watching The Flash here on my bedside computer. The specific show was season eight's episode eight ("The Fire Next Time").

There was a scene where a female bar worker was taking some trash out to the alley bin, and ended up getting burned to a crisp by some unknown-as-yet killer.

I was truly impressed by how fabulously that character's actress filled out her tight jeans ─ exceptional! I'm unfamiliar with her ─ Lauren Jackson ─ but she's got quite a lengthy resumé for someone given a mere bit role.

Such a waste!

 

Should you care, I watched the episode at this M4uHD.net link.

My head feels a little better ─ the beer and nightfall both helped. But I intend a late evening of some shows with my brother, and further beer.

However, to 'qualify' for the evening, I must put in a goodly walk. Had I thought ahead, I could have just settled on getting out for some lottery gift packs as part of my self-obligated Christmas gift-giving. But the mall I would have gone to closes at 9 p.m. Already it is approaching 7:45 p.m., and I have not even begun to dress to go out publicly. Also, I would need to make an ATM withdrawal.

Maybe I'll give this a try ─ the mall is a mile away, but the ATM will add a block or two to the hike.

Yes‼ I will give it a shot. 

Oh ... right now, the time is 8:01 p.m. It won't do ─ I wouldn't have leisure time in the mall. So I reckon I'll just put in some manner of longer walk.