Misinformation Squares

Last night's drinking abuse on top of the late hours has left me feeling distinctly on the poor side today. Even my early afternoon nap was inadequate because I had such difficulty achieving any sleep.

I don't recall when I did get to bed last night, but it may have been around 3 a.m. ─ I've done worse. But it was the three cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol), one can of Bumper Crop Black Cherry cider (7% alcohol), and shot of Captain Morgan Dark Rum (40% alcohol) that warrants the major blame. I had not drunk anything since Thursday night's similar indulgence, and thus my system was not as accustomed as it otherwise might have been. It does not take long to lose one's tolerance.

Last evening's viewing ─ once my younger brother finally showed up following his social drinking ─ commenced with the premiere episode of Red Cap. Unfortunately at the time, I did not realize that it was not the series I was after ─ I wondered why it was in colour. I wanted the series from the 1960s.

As well, the episode we watched was not the pilot movie ─ as yet I cannot locate it. What we watched was the premiere episode ("H-Hour") of season or series one. My source was here at YouTube.

I next tuned in Vera ─ episode 2 ("Tender") of season or series 13.

A fair ways into the second half I noticed that my brother had passed out, and he remained so to the very end. So I chose to play yet another show despite how late it had become. I tuned in The Graham Norton Show ─ episode four of the current season or series 32.

My brother never regained his senses until at least half way through the episode, but he had nothing left and had to betake himself off to his bedroom for the night. It seems that the hour or more of unconsciousness he enjoyed was inadequate to give him any second wind.

I think that this morning I was up just past 8:30 a.m., expecting that my brother was already downstairs watching T.V., but he was not.

Towards 9 a.m. he was only then showering, so I had assumed possession of the T.V. by the time he came forth to head on downstairs for coffee and T.V.

Again putting our Android TV Box to work, I first tuned in a 16-minute (16:03) video published earlier today to Rumble's WTFLouie channel: Romania's Rightful President 'New World Order Trying to Kill Me For Exposing Satanic Agenda'.

https://rumble.com/v5xb8mb-romanias-rightful-president-new-world-order-trying-to-kill-me-for-exposing-.html?e9s=src_v1_ucp
Romania’s rightful president, Călin Georgescu, is waging a battle against a rigged judiciary and a global elite desperate to silence him forever. Why? Because he dared to expose their darkest secrets—secrets he uncovered during his tenure as a UN executive.

According to Georgescu, the global elite is rotten to the core, a network of compromised pedophiles driven by power, greed, and even more sinister motives. But he’s not backing down. His mission is clear: to lead Romania out of the shadows and into the light.

And that’s exactly why they’re determined to destroy him.

The mainstream media are desperately trying to suppress this information because it implicates those at the very top of the globalist hierarchy. But the more desperate they get, the more careless they become, and we’ve got the inside scoop and all the details coming up.

This was the first that I have heard anything about this virtual overthrow. It is outrageous indeed.

Anyway, we were to only watch one further video, for I had no idea that it was as long as it turned out to be ─ over 2½ hours (2:36:40). It had been streamed December 5 to Rumble's Vaccine Safety Research Foundation channel: VSRF Live #155: The Misinformation Squares!

This Thursday, December 5th at 7pm EST we will be hosting our end of the year Fundraiser titled, “Misinformation Squares” based upon the once-popular Hollywood Squares gameshow. The game squares will be filled with our favorite vaccine-aware doctors who we all know and love, with two knowledgeable lawyers as contestants! We will even have fantastic live music courtesy of Tennessee Jet, Jimmy Levy and Five Times August.

There were far too many guest doctors to identify, but the "Misinformation Squares" segment that comprised the first half of the video was certainly fun. There was also a very touching update interview with vaccine victim Alexis Lorenze who has now spent three months in a hospital, and is nowhere near being released, although she's looking considerably better and much more lively. Bless Nurse Angela Wulbrecht for being there at the beginning to help give this dear lass the will to fight and survive!

My brother bowed out after Alexis was being interviewed, going on back to his bedroom for further bed rest. I watched the video, and at 12:46 p.m. was back in my own bed for that sorrily needed nap ─ I dispensed with eating aught.

Possibly it was 2:40 p.m. when I opted tp rise, having for some while been aware that my wife had finally come home. My brother was away in his van running errands.

I heard him come into the house well past 3 p.m., but he did not remain. He just dropped off whatever he had brought home, and then he left afoot for a bus so that he could commence his daily social drinking.

I thought that my wife had the day off work, but around 3:30 p.m. she just left ─ I figured on some errand, but she never returned. She must have been scheduled to begin work in the latter afternoon at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part time.

At least both of her sons were home for her to consort with while she was here.

There will be no late-night T.V. and drinking for me tonight. Although I will not risk any early a.m. walks that would aggravate what I self-diagnose as my left foot's plantar fasciitis, it is always possible that I might at least chance the elementary school playground three or so blocks from here for the usual exercising that I undertake there whenever I do have my walks ─ so we shall see. Towards that possibility, I may well set my cellphone alarm for 5 a.m.

If it's raining, then at least I will be set to be able to exercise in the backyard tool shed after 7:30 a.m. when it is light enough outside to be able to see in the shed.

I wanted an alcoholic lift to my spirits this evening, so early on I attempted to watch a Christmas movie on T.V. via our Android TV Box, but every damned link that worked for my sources via apps in our Android TV Box only brought up foreign-language dubbed versions ─ this is so 𝒷𝓁ℴℴ𝒹𝓎 𝒹𝒾𝓈ℊ𝓊𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓃ℊ!

And so I came upstairs here to my bedside computer and began watching it on the Internet. I ended up trying several sources because ultimately they would all begin stalling ─ buffering, I suppose. I got to within 15 minutes of the movie's conclusion, and nothing was playing through ... until I tried this link at 123-movies.zone that carried me to the finish without the slightest issue.

That link also had good volume ─ all of the others were annoyingly quiet. I wish that I had struck upon it straight off.

The movie was 2017's Royal New Year's Eve.

The lead actress was Jessy Schram. I am unfamiliar with her; and initially I judged her to be a little too scrawny. However, it didn't take long before her appeal was discovered by me and I could easily discern how a handsome young man might fall in love with her.

The handsome young man in the movie was a prince played by Sam Page whose British-like European accent was apparently affected, for he is American. I wondered if he was faking it!

What I did NOT know, though, is that I only just recently enjoyed his role in another Christmas movie from 2017 titled The Perfect Christmas Present. The fake British accent must have thrown me off.

I drank two cans of Cariboo Malt and also had a shot of rum, but the movie was a little too far removed from the sort I best like. Late into it I did feel my eyes burn with some emotion, but I was never close to becoming overcome. I merely found the movie interesting and sweet.

I am presently shut up in my bedroom because my brother arrived home at 9:10 p.m. or very soon after. As yet it is somewhat too early for me to be getting to bed.

Notwithstanding, I am going to surrender further work on this post and publish it, and gradually bring myself towards that relatively imminent bedtime.

It is 9:32 p.m.