Kin

Upon my younger brother's arrival home last evening, I had three shows lined up for us to watch in this sequence:

• Star Trek: Discovery ─ episode 13 ("What's Past Is Prologue") of season one.
• Doc Martin ─ episode seven ("Cats & Sharks") of season or series five.
• A Touch of Frost ─ the only episode ("Near Death Experience") of season or series 12.

My brother fast passed out for Star Trek: Discovery, but did revive sufficiently to watch Doc Martin. Then early into A Touch of Frost, his consciousness was gone again, and he was still obliterated when the episode had finished.

By then it was well into the a.m. Even so, I very much wanted to watch one further show, but to that point I had only drunk two cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) and felt no real interest in a third. Besides, the show I had wanted to play was the first episode of a series I want to add to our rotating viewing roster, so it was rather vital for my brother's sake hereafter that he have watched it.

Utterly pissed off at the feeble-brained drunkard, I decided to call it a night and so turned off the Android TV Box and the T.V. After all, I only sit up as late as this on my brother's behalf to accommodate his need to get out every bloody day to go drinking, not returning home until into the evening. So what the Hell was I doing still sitting up if the fool was shamelessly unconscious in his chair, and especially if I was no longer drinking?

I was wrapping up a few things here at my bedside computer when he revived and came upstairs to his bedroom ─ I had hoped to be getting to bed ahead of him, thinking perchance that would leave some sort of impression upon him. Likely it would not, though ─ he would be too besotted to have any lingering memory.

As I say, I only watch evening T.V. with him three nights a week ─ that is all I can withstand in his drunken company.

Concerning Star Trek: Discovery, I am only surmising that this was the episode that we would have next watched back when we used to follow the series in its first season. There did seem some familiarity about it, though. Regardless, it has been maybe six years since our last episode was watched, and back then I was drinking more heavily and thus have recall issues.

I was rather tickled to recognize guest actress Anne Reid portraying an elderly 'cat lady' in Doc Martin, even if her name meant nothing to me. The actress became familiar to me in the T.V. series Last Tango in Halifax.

In A touch of Frost, I recognized ─ again, by face only ─ actress Lia Williams as having a somewhat recurring role in the Doc Martin series as a physician the doctor once had a relationship with and who still carries a torch for him.

My brother was vacuous on both actresses. I hardly know why he bothers watching shows when he takes so scant notice of hardly anything he does watch.

The episode of A Touch of Frost had a young teen actress named Katie Gale whose character Lucy was hospitalized after being incidentally attacked at home by a serial killer who was successfully after her mother. What a shame Katie never acted in anything again! The young thing was practically breathtaking in a mini-skirt. Needless to say, I was very relieved when her character survived the serial killer who killed her mother.

This morning when my brother was sober, I asked him if today was moving day for his girlfriend Bev.

Well, apparently not. She is not ready to move, and does not plan on doing so for possibly another two weeks because she simply cannot get herself set up to be moved.

She is supposed to be moving into our home.

So I don't know what is exactly afoot now. Maybe she will yet back out, deciding upon something else.

My brother was of course better T.V. company this morning, so after I put our Android TV Box into play, I led us off with four of the most recent videos at YouTube's Benny Johnson account. I'll not bother identifying them.

Next was a 23-minute (23:17) video published yesterday at Rumble's ProgressiveTruthSeekers channel: Covid Vaccine Brain Injury - Kate Scott.

Suffice to say that the video was hosted by the U.K.'s Dr. John Campbell. The actual video description is far, far too long for reproduction here.

Then we watched the final 40 or so minutes of a movie we had to break from yesterday ─ 2018's Kin. That adventure was quite enjoyable. I am not familiar with actress Zoë Kravitz, but she was a treat!

I no longer know my source for the movie, but it is presently available to watch online at M4uHD.net here.

As usual, my brother was to have a little bed rest, and then quite early in the afternoon left on foot to bus off to a pub to rendezvous with a drinking buddy for some weekly pool games.

I will not be having a late evening. I am actually feeling rather tired this early evening, so I anticipate potentially sleeping fairly well ─ at least initially.

I expect that my wife will be showing up later tonight ─ was it Wednesday that she was last home? At least she has not been after me for any of my monthly pension money recently received.

We've had some wet weather ─ and of course, relatively mild temperatures ─ the past couple of days, so my overnight intention is to get over to the elementary school playground about three blocks away to have some exercise there. If I am able to sleep well enough, it would be truly cool to rise at 3:30 a.m. to undertake that mission.

Late this afternoon I commenced my Sabbath fast, so I shall be abstaining from calories and caffeine for better than 25 hours ─ which means I won't be breaking my fast until maybe 6 p.m. tomorrow once it is good and dark.

As dark approached this afternoon, I watched one show on T.V. while having my last meal. I thought that my viewing choice was FBI ─ episode seven ("Behind the Veil") of season six.

I only now realize that the episode I watched was misfiled by the streaming app Stremio ─ I didn't even have on the proper series! What I ended up with was FBI: Most Wanted ─ episode seven ("Highway to Hell") of season six.

At least it was extremely interesting. I was almost certain that the undercover ATF agent who 'went rogue' was going to be killed off, but somehow he allowed himself to be taken alive. I was hoping for that, for he never actually killed anyone who was 'innocent'.

Now I have to try and remember to tune in at some point the proper FBI episode.

I am going to publish this post to free me up to secure myself into my bedroom, for my brother may be showing up now at any time. A heavy breeze seems to have struck up outside, so I am imagining that the clouds are being broken up and blown away.

I just don't want any frost on that playground equipment several hours from now. It is 9:05 p.m.

💀☠💀☠💀☠ A Couple or So Controversies

I am so disgustingly and pathetically weak.

Instead of getting to bed properly early last evening to allow me a walk overnight to the nearby elementary school playground for some exercise there, I engaged sordidness until 12:30 a.m. before finally being free to wrap up and get to bed.

There was no sense trying to get up at 3:30 a.m. for exercise, so I did my best to sleep in. Nevertheless, around 6:30 a.m. I needed to seek some relief at the toilet, and thereafter when I was still awake a half hour later, I rose.

I wanted to avail myself of the early morning daylight, so around 7:30 a.m. I visited the backyard tool shed to compensate for the missed exercising.

Two sets of pull-ups (5-2); then two sets of chin-ups (3-2); and finally two sets of pull-ups between two bars (2-2). I may have only held a loose hang after the very final pull-up for a 35-count.

Then back in the house, 10 slow full-range push-ups on the kitchen linoleum floor.

Much of my poor showing was a result of feeling oddly over-trained ─ that deep discomfort involving a little soreness and strain of muscle and complementary tissues.

Around 8:30 a.m. I found it necessary to lie down because of a decline due to inadequate sleep, and I killed time until 9 a.m., going downstairs then to lay claim to the T.V. because my younger brother had yet to emerge from his bedroom.

When he got around to finally joining me, I led us off with a nine-minute (9:11) video uploaded yesterday to YouTube's AnitaK channel: Antibody connection to BC Ostrich cull? - and Convoy Feb 1st.

Help save 400 Ostriches from being killed on a farm in Edgewood, BC.

SHADOE DAVIS EPISODE:
https://www.youtube.com/live/Hh6ftuEl...

ANTI BODY ARTICLE:
https://www.nsnews.com/coronavirus-co...

Next I tuned in the four most recent videos at YouTube's Redacted channel, but I am not going to bother listing them.

After those, we finished watching the video we cut short yesterday. At 52 minutes (52:09), it had been uploaded November 9, 2021, to BitChute's ittabena channel: HMS Titanic and HMS Olympic Swich Documentary.

I learned of this video through the Juan O Savin book Kid By The Side Of The Road.  Quality of video is iffy but the info is interesting.

It was definitely interesting! Now, if every detail claimed in the documentary is the truth, there could be no question that this switch did indeed occur.

But I am not about to embark upon a crusade to make that degree of verification. Instead, I will merely retain the possibility in my memory.

The book Kid By the Side of the Road can presently be read here as a .pdf document.

We finished up our viewing with a very good movie, but it ran overlong, so we have postponed its completion. I will cite it once we have finished watching it.

After my brother returned to his bedroom for some rest, I had a meal and then pursued a nap. Meantime during it, my brother was to leave to catch a bus and head off to one of two pubs to engage his daily social drinking. I am assuming his destination, for it is always possible that he instead opted to head over to where his girlfriend Bev lives.

I still don't know just when she is to be moved into our home. Supposedly she is to vacate her suite (or whatever she lives in) by end of day tomorrow. Yet my brother has said nothing to me about helping with any move of her possessions.

Even so, yesterday ─ or was it the day before? ─ my eldest stepson had said to me that he had been invited to help out. Likely, though, the lad would be working a 12-hour shift that day; or else he would have some other involvement. I do not actually know.

If I am to be enlisted ─ and if the move is on for tomorrow ─ then perhaps it is best that I do not challenge my bad left foot this evening with the four-mile round trip hike to the nearest government liquor store for two dozen cans of beer (which weigh 20 pounds). I have been considering the venture. But my plantar fasciitis (or whatever is wrong) would probably flare up from the stress of such a walk, and that would be problematic if I am to be helping with Bev's move tomorrow or even Saturday.

Besides, if I am to be involved with my brother tomorrow on a moving job, then I could have him stop at the liquor store and I could then stock up on four dozen cans of beer!

Tonight is to be a late one for me ─ it is one of the three evenings a week that I involve myself with my brother to watch shows that we follow in common. And of course, I will be enjoying two or three cans of beer.

My nap has left me feeling as if I am approaching an eyestrain headache, so I am going to take a break from this post at 5:46 p.m. and have a rest in darkness ─ or maybe even to watch something on T.V.

Whatever the case, I will conclude this post shortly, even if only to record that I have nothing further to report.

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It is now 7:57 p.m.

I am going to watch an episode of Westworld as I await my brother's homecoming this somewhat wet day ─ it will be the third season's episode five ("Genre").

Alicia's Mistletoe Inn Adventure

Last evening when my brother returned home from his daily social drinking, he was only going to drink one further can of beer, he said, because he was to be picking up his girlfriend Bev early this morning to take her to Service Canada because they ─ Service Canada ─ supposedly had various retroactive social assistance payments for her that were possibly amounting to a couple of thousand dollars.

He was unclear just what in blazes is going on because she had been of the belief that she was already receiving direct deposit payments that were essentially disappearing into a line of credit debt she had on her account at her financial institution.

All he could suggest to me was that she had no idea what on Earth has been going on. But she still seemed intent on moving in with us at month's end ─ again, he had no idea for how long. He said to me that he wanted her to be clear on her plans ─ did she expect to be moving in here temporarily ... or forever after?

The local Social Services offices don't seem to open their doors to the public before 9 a.m., despite technically being supposedly open at 8:30 a.m. So the plan was to try and be there before 8:30 a.m. anyway because of huge lineups that characterize that institution later in the morning and the afternoon that can stretch around the building.

True to his word, he only had one can of beer last evening, whereas I had three Cariboo Malts (7.9% alcohol). Such was his fear that the ignition interlock device installed by mandate in his van for the past 5½ or so months would prevent him from getting the vehicle started if he still had excessive alcohol in his system by the time he attempted to be leaving this morning.

And so last evening we were to watch four episodes of shows we follow ─ these are the episodes in this sequence:

• Seal Team ─ episode one ("Fracture") of season two.
• Yellowstone ─ episode six ("I Want to Be Him") of season four.
• Lawmen: Bass Reeves ─ episodes "Part I" and "Part II" of the sole (or first?) season.

My brother requested an encore episode of Lawmen: Bass Reeves because the series was so unusually excellent. I had originally planned something else, but it was quite wonderful seeing him actually paying attention instead of passing out, so I was willing enough to be encouragingly compliant with his request.

Incidentally, we last watched Seal Team some years ago, so I had to guess that we saw all of the first season. We may not have, though. Them's the breaks!

I'm a little unsure of my bedtime last night ─ it may have just passed 2 a.m. Yet I was up at 7:30 a.m. to use the toilet because I had grown too uncomfortable to sleep further without the relief. Unfortunately, I was unable to return to sleep, so I rose after about 15 minutes.

My brother had been downstairs watching T.V. when first I rose; he was just leaving when I rose the second time, but we had no contact either time. At least I knew that his van started.

He was back again possibly around 10:15 a.m., and reportedly all went well with Bev. She was second in line when the doors to Service Canada opened. She had no appointment ─ she had been told to just come in at her convenience.

I guess paperwork or whatever else was required had all been taken care of in the half hour or so that she was being 'served'.

With my brother back, I had our first show all lined up to watch on T.V. via our Android TV Box. It was 35 minutes (35:23), and had been published January 26 to Rumble's Canadian Citizens for Charter Rights and Freedoms channel: C3RF "In Hot" interview with Arthur Schaper of Mass Resistance.

Major Russ Cooper (Ret'd) delves deeply into the ongoing persecution of Christian activist, Bill Whatcott, with Mass Resistance Field Director, Arthur Schaper. How is it that one Canadian can be persecuted so long and so aggressively for voicing his opinions? Wasn’t Canada once a country that prided itself on the free speech rights afforded to all Canadians? Is it now unrecognizable? Strap-in as we examine a Canada that is drifting away from the "rule of law"!.

Unfortunately for me, only too late into that video did I remember to check my joint bank account online to see if my monthly pension had been directly deposited into it ─ my wife (who apparently did not have a full workday today) had risen just after my brother's return and had soon gone out without saying anything.

Had she seen that there was now a lot of money in the account and she was off to pillage it?

The video was just ending, and I had wanted to watch what was next, but I was left with no choice but to miss a good part of its start while I went upstairs to my computer and logged into the account, desperately hoping that if my pension had come, that none of it had been withdrawn or transferred out.

It was all there, so I transferred most of it out and into my private account that my wife could not access.

The video I had wanted to watch was 14 minutes (14:34), and had been uploaded June 10, 2022, to YouTube's Dates and Dead Guys channel: HIDDEN Civilization: What existed in the Amazon Before European Contact?

In late 1541 Francisco de Orellana and 57 conquistadors began the first documented journey by Europeans down the Amazon River. Beginning their expedition in the west from Quito, the party had to travel the entire length of the river to its mouth in order to escape the jungle with their lives. Friar Gaspar de Carvajal will chronicle the experience. He writes about starvation, attack, massive cities, poison arrows, cannibals, and fighting the legendary Amazonian women. Nearly 100 years later the Portuguese will travel the river in their own adventure but their accounts don’t write about the same glory as Carvajal. The jungle they move through is largely uninhabited. So was the Friar’s description a lie or is there another explanation?

For the 20th century the majority of scholars believed that Carvajal’s account was mostly fiction but in this episode I work to examine the possibility of what could have been there. The episode compares the accounts of the first explorations to modern evidence and works to answer the two most important questions on the topic as proposed by UCLA’s David Wilkinson:

1.  “If there were Amazonian cities, what became of them?”
2.  “If there were Amazonian cities, how could they possibly have been sustained?”

Wilkinson provided two answers for each of the questions. “recurrent catastrophes” and “exemplary agronomy,” respectively.

This episode is part one in a multi-part series on the Amazon Jungle. Previously, I told Cavajal’s story on the first written account of traveling the river. In the next episodes, we will look at the legendary Amazonian warrior women.

After I returned to the video, my continued agitation affected my ability to focus on the presentation ─ but so did the fact that the visuals of the video would freeze, sometimes for a half minute or more (it seemed), even though the timer kept advancing and the sound was unaffected.

Confessedly, I must say that most of the video was lost upon me. I even had some trouble focussing on the final video that was tuned in, but we postponed its concluding 20 or so minutes so my brother could have some bed rest. I will not report on it until we have seen it all. My concentration will likely be better by then, too.

My wife was back home before I managed to return to bed for a nap. She seemed inclined to talk to me, but I was unable to perceive just what she was seeking to convey ─ it did seem financially related.

My fear of being imposed upon for a huge 'loan' kept me from trying to engage her; and then after she resorted to the bathroom to possibly freshen up (I don't believe that she had yet showered), I made my escape and retuned to bed, shutting my bedroom door.

I expected that she likely had to work the latter part of the day at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time. Normally she leaves here just after 3 p.m. on her rather long drive, so I was rather hoping that I might nap long and avoid her.

The point arrived where I no longer was able to sleep, so I checked the time ─ it couldn't have been any worse than 1:45 p.m. My brother had apparently risen and left for the day, hiking away for a bus to carry him to wherever he would be doing his social drinking.

I rose, and went downstairs for my day's third and final instant coffee. As I waited for the water to boil, my wife ─ all dressed to be going out ─ came forth in the vain hope that there was hot water for a drink to go.

She was to leave before it was quite 2 p.m., and never mentioned money. She further said that she would not be back tonight, and this was actually additional relief, for I would be spared any later direct pressure from her for money.

I don't mind small sums ─ even up to $100 on occasion. But these hits of $500 or even $1,000 all at once are utterly crippling.

Yet late into the afternoon or early evening, I had a decline of stability.

A couple or so days ago I discovered that there was a 2017 Alicia Witt Christmas movie I had somehow failed to discover and watch. My adoration for this actress cannot be adequately explained, though I have occasionally tried in the past.

And so I decided as the afternoon's daylight faded to watch the Hallmark movie, allowing me to give loose reign to some drinking ─ as it was to be, two full glasses of red wine and then a can of Cariboo Malt.

The movie was The Mistletoe Inn; and though I did watch it on T.V. via our Android TV Box, I chose to use a browser app instead of wasting time seeking a source with one of the streaming apps downloaded into the Android TV Box.

Thus my source for the movie was this OK.ru link, and it played flawlessly.

I wish that I knew Alicia.

Despite the fact that the evening was wearing on and I had no intention of sitting up late with my brother once he was back home, this was a scheduled bath day, so I decided to tackle that chore. I had no sooner settled into the tub of water when I heard my brother come upstairs to his bedroom to dress down and probably use the toilet ─ it was maybe 8:30 p.m.

I eventually emerged from the bathroom at 9:45 p.m. to espy my brother downstairs in the darkened living room, passed out in front of the T.V.

I feel no urge to blog further. It is 9:58 p.m., so I am going to cease here and publish this post, and be to bed relatively anon.

A Good German Horror Movie With an English Title

My 3:30 a.m. cellphone alarm did rouse me, but due to partial ear-clogging, it took four minutes before I was aware of the chiming.

As it has been for possibly a week at that time of night, it was anywhere from -1º to -4º Celsius outside. This time though, when I walked the three or so blocks to the elementary school playground to have some exercise there, I found the equipment too heavily frosted to use. It would not wipe off ─ only the warmth of my hands would have thawed the frost, and I had no interest in that nonsense.

And so I had no choice but to just walk back home, and hope that sometime around midday I would have the drive in me to use the backyard tool shed.

I was back home and here to my bedside computer just as my eldest stepson's alarm began sounding to rouse him to begin readying for his 12-hour work shift beginning at 6 a.m. His bed is downstairs and directly below my own, so I often hear him snoring; and on occasion in the past, even whimpering during what must be some bad dream.

I expect that I was back to bed something ahead of 6 a.m., remaining there till well past 8 a.m. My younger brother was to emerge from his bedroom not much later.

I waited until 9 a.m. before going downstairs to boil water for a mug of instant coffee, and then to join my brother for some T.V. And at his invitation to put our Android TV Box to work, I led us off with two of the most recent videos at YouTube's AnitaK channel.

At nine minutes (9:51), and uploaded two days ago: Chandra Arya told he can't run by Liberal Party. Ruby Dhalla in?

Nepean MP Chandra Arya says he's been informed by the Liberal Party of Canada he's not permitted to run in the leadership contest to replace Prime Minister Justin Trudeau. Will Ruby Dhalla take his place?

Ruby sounds sufficiently enticing, but I will NEVER vote for a Liberal for as long as I live. She needs to join the People's Party of Canada (PPC) ─ the 𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 🆃🆄🆁🅳(eau) has forever fouled and tainted the Liberal Party insofar as I am concerned.

And at 22 minutes (22:55), and uploaded yesterday: Gov't Orders 400 Ostriches to be destroyed on BC farm.

Gov't Orders 400 Ostriches to be put down on BC Farm
https://universalostrich.ca/

I can see how some people can be driven to take an armed last stand against the so-called authorities. Every single government employee involved in this deserves to be tried by a people's court and at the very least jailed ─ "I was only following orders" is the excuse of spineless cowards.

I followed those two videos with a 46-minute (46:17) video uploaded September 30, 2016, to YouTube's Real Stories channel: Forced Marriage Cops (Crime Documentary) | Real Stories.

A powerful film showing the true plight of victims forced into marriage. With unprecedented access to the Manchester Police Force, this documentary investigates the biggest cases of forced marriage in the UK. In June 2014 it became illegal for someone to force a person to get married, the problem is how difficult this is to police to track and investigate these cases.

There was to be one further YouTube video. At 18 minutes (18:48), it had been uploaded February 6, 2016, to the Proper Gander channel: Freemasonry and the Rosicrucian Order - Documentary (Francis Bacon and John Dee) - Secret Teachings.

This short documentary digs into the history of Freemasonry in the old world and the new, as well as the origins of the Rosicrucian Order.  Francis Bacon and John Dee are the main subject matter of this video.  Also includes a clip of modern Freemasonry, with a brief glimpse of rituals.

Freemasonry consists of fraternal organizations that trace their origins to the local fraternities of stonemasons, which from the end of the fourteenth century regulated the qualifications of stonemasons and their interaction with authorities and clients. The degrees of freemasonry retain the three grades of medieval craft guilds, those of Apprentice, Journeyman or fellow (now called Fellowcraft), and Master Mason. These are the degrees offered by Craft (or Blue Lodge) Freemasonry. Members of these organizations are known as Freemasons or Masons. There are additional degrees, which vary with locality and jurisdiction, and are usually administered by different bodies than the craft degrees.

Rosicrucianism is a philosophical secret society supposedly founded in late medieval Germany by Christian Rosenkreuz. It holds a doctrine or theology "built on esoteric truths of the ancient past", which, "concealed from the average man, provide insight into nature, the physical universe and the spiritual realm." Rosicrucianism is symbolized by the Rosy Cross or Rose Cross.

Early seventeenth-century occult philosophers such as Michael Maier, Robert Fludd and Thomas Vaughan interested themselves in the Rosicrucian world view. According to historian David Stevenson it was also influential to Freemasonry as it was emerging in Scotland. In later centuries, many esoteric societies have claimed to derive their doctrines, in whole or in part, from the original Rosicrucians. Several modern societies have been formed for the study of Rosicrucianism and allied subjects.

And we finished up with a 32-minute (32:45) video published December 6, 2020, to BitChute's bluedemon218 channel: Great Leap Forward REMASTERED (Only on Bitchute).

An extended Version with Archive Footage and with More Detail than the Original Video.

The 'Great Leap Forward' - an attempt to rapidly develop Communist China's agrarian economy between 1958 and 1961 - led to one of the most disastrous famines of all time. After reading AOC's Green New Deal I saw how it was very simimlar to the Great Leap Forward about a week later I Searched on Bing to see if anyone else noticed it as well and they did. What do you think?

This video took us to around 11:30 a.m., at which point my brother was set for some further bed rest before he drove off on one or more errands before returning to leave his van and then head away on foot for a bus so he could indulge his daily social drinking.

But when he resorted first to his bedroom, I seized the opportunity for some exercising out in the backyard tool shed. Nothing spectacular, though: three sets of pull-ups (4-2-2), three sets of chin-ups (2-2-2), and two sets of pull-ups between a pair of bars (2-2). I held a loose hang after the very final pull-up for a mere count of 35.

Then back in the house I squeezed out 13 slow full-range push-ups on the kitchen linoleum floor.

Both of my stepsons were away to work, so no one but my brother and I were home. My wife had a full workday scheduled, it would seem. She rose around 9:30 a.m. to begin readying for her day, and she left soon after 10 a.m. during the video about Universal Ostrich Farms.

It has been another sunny day. I had my early afternoon nap, getting to bed just before my brother finished with his bed rest; and I was back up by the time he returned to leave his van here at home.

As the latter afternoon began fading, I decided to watch a movie on T.V. via the YouTube app downloaded into our Android TV Box. I really only wanted to get the movie out of the way because it was a foreign horror feature ─ my brother cannot read hardly any subtitles due to how badly his vision has deteriorated (possibly largely to do with his excessive daily drinking).

Nearly 1¾-hours (1:43:24), the black & white movie had been uploaded July 7, 2019, to YouTube's Movie Central channel: True Love Ways | 2014 Horror Thriller | Anna Hausburg.

After a recurring dream Séverine decides she needs to get away from her boyfriend Tom for a couple of days. Tom makes a deal with a man he meets at a bar: Séverine will be kidnapped. Tom rescues her from the clutches of the kidnappers, and will become her savior. However what Tom does not know is that his new made friend has a different plan with Séverine. Faced with violent criminals and her own primal fears, Séverine is pulled into a brutal game of unfulfilled desire and the search for true love.

Thankfully it was not huge on dialogue.

Oddly, IMDb lists True Love Ways at being an hour and 35 minutes in length.

Actress Anna Hausburg is naturally gorgeous, and those magnificently muscled legs of hers were unbelievably efficient at running. There is quite an extended scene where she is running barefoot through a darkened forest, and this girl was practically hurdling a couple of times over the sort of obstacles other heroines would have of course tripped over to allow the baddies to catch up to them.

And I have just discovered this piece of trivia at IMDb that would explain those magnificent legs:

She is an avid dancer; she does ballet, jazz and street dance.

Initially I had thought that I might only watch half or so of the movie, and finish it another day. But I got hooked!

I began strongly rooting for her character when she began fighting back against her abductors and found it within herself to begin definitively killing them instead of what so many doomed damsels do in similar situations ─ maybe knock a villain semi-unconscious and then seek to run away instead of finishing off the bastard, who then of course does just that to the damsel.

However, the movie finish proved most unsatisfying and effectively erased the admiration I had felt for the character. But I won't spoil it all by giving anything else away.

There was an unexplained scene where a crooked police detective seated in a chair just happens to be where our heroine is crawling across a floor ─ she looks askance at him when she realizes he is there. She's almost covered with dirt and blood by this time, and is apparently too crippled to walk unaided.

The cop has his handgun levelled at her, but then he lowers it.

Then the scene switches to the outside of the mansion serving as the scene of the crime, there is a gunshot in the house, and we next see Séverine burst through the doors, using a pair of crutches to ambulate as she seeks to make her escape.

Incidentally, I don't know why Séverine became crippled, unless it was because she may have dropped a hatchet onto one of her feet.

But what befell the cop? Did he kill himself? Or did someone else shoot him? There was no explanation. Séverine had been a little too distant from him to have defended herself.

I would very much enjoy seeing much more of Anna Hausburg, but she has hardly acted in anything English ─ it is too tedious having to read everything when there are shows filled with dialogue. I want to look at the characters ─ especially beautiful women! Otherwise, why not just read a book or something?

Following the movie, I had been nurturing the notion of undertaking the four-mile round trip hike to the nearest government liquor store to augment my beer supply, but I frittered away too much of my early evening following the movie. The liquor store closes at 9 p.m., so I would want to be leaving home comfortably ahead of 8 p.m. That was nearly possible, but then both of my stepsons who were home from work began rotationally occupying the bathroom, and I need it to spruce up for any public appearances.

I am going to have to rely on hitching a ride with my brother in the next day or two when he makes his own early afternoon drive to restock on beer.

As yet my monthly pension income has not appeared in my joint banking account, so I expect it likely that this will occur tomorrow ─ maybe even right after midnight tonight. If my wife has not come home before then, I am going to have to be vigilant about keeping track of the account, else my wife is liable to access the money for partying before I have a chance to transfer it out to my private account.

I think that's enough blogging for today, for it is 8:19 p.m. I shall be sitting up late tonight to watch a few shows with my brother once he is back home, and to have at least a couple cans of beer.

Boggling Math

Last evening's 1½-or-so-mile round trip hike to withdraw the $70 I spoke of went well enough, although it was very cold, and my sore left foot may have worsened, but I never felt inclined to limp due to it. In other words, I did not favour it, and thus walked normally.

I even stopped at the elementary school playground three or so blocks from home to perform a set of six pull-ups between a pair of gymnastics-style rings, holding a loose hang for a 45-count at the completion of the final pull-up.

I was back home ahead of my younger brother returning from his daily social drinking, but not by too very much.

I had possession of the T.V. and the Android TV Box, so we were to watch four of our shows in this sequence:

• This Is Us ─ episode two ("A Philadelphia Story") of season three.
• The Rig ─ "Episode 2" of season or series two.
• Resident Alien ─ episode six ("Bye Bye Birdie") of season three.
• Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. ─ the premiere episode ("Missing Pieces") of season six.

My brother passed out briefly during Resident Alien, and then again for a much longer while during Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. Once in his brain-damaged stupor he blurted out aloud something like, "I don't know if the tree is ever gonna grow."

It has been a few years since we last followed Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. I am starting to return to those older series that we never got around to completing.

My brother almost reluctantly called it a night after Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D., and seemed willing enough to watch a sitcom if I happened to tune one in. However, I never pushed to do so.

I am not positive, but I may have been to bed before 1:30 a.m. ─ maybe even ahead of 1 a.m. My wife had not yet come home, nor did she ever overnight nor during the day today ─ I expect that she had a full workday today at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time.

I rose this morning ─ possibly not too very long after 8 a.m. ─ to the perplexing discovery that my brother did not seem to be home, yet his van was here.

Around 9:40 a.m. or near to it, I was just about to play something on T.V. via our Android TV Box when I espied him passing by the living room window and heading for the front door.

I was to learn that he had bused off to Service Canada in Whalley to pick up what must be a Canada Pension Plan disability benefits application package on behalf of his sickly girlfriend Bev who will apparently be moving in here at month's end.

He had risen ahead of 7 a.m., and was at the offices before 8:30 a.m. because that was when he believed they opened, and because he wanted to avoid any of the typically extremely long lineups that can stretch around the building.

Well, the doors never opened until shortly after 9 a.m. And even then, they were going to deny him an application package because it was not for him. He had to stress the case that Bev was too sickly to appear herself, otherwise he would never have been there standing outside in the cold.

So the employee dealing with him relented and relinquished a package to him, and he came back home with it.

He had bused instead of driven because he fully expected that the mandated ignition interlock device installed in his van would have registered him as being too intoxicated to be allowed to drive.

I asked him what he and Bev planned to do about her furniture, for we have no space for it. As yet, he is uncertain. Apparently even the smallest storage rental unit costs $200 a month, and the whole reason she is moving in here is because she can no longer afford to pay her rent.

Fun times ahead ─ for everyone.

Anyway, for our morning viewing I tuned in a 38-minute (38:52) video published January 23 to Rumble's Canadian Citizens for Charter Rights and Freedoms channel: C3RF "In Hot" interview with Detective Donald Best (Ret'd).

Major Russ Cooper (Ret'd) discusses the concerning case of the prosecution of detective Helen Grus with retired police detective Donald Best. One cannot help but feel that the process truly is the punishment as the Ottawa Police Service begins its third year of proceedings against Det. Grus for "discreditable conduct". Is it really discreditable to investigate the unknown cause of a cluster of newborn deaths in line with one's terms of reference? Are we looking at the political corruption of Canadian police services?

Next I tuned in what was the latest video at Dr. William Makis's Substack, but about half way through I had to cancel out of it because it seemed no different than a video he had posted two or three days earlier.

So instead I tuned in the better than half of what remained of the failed 2010 pilot for a T.V. series ─ we had postponed finishing it a couple of mornings ago. I no longer recall my source for the video, but you can presently watch the 44-minute (44:26) Edgar Floats at this VK.com link (be sure to activate the video's volume).

My interest in the video was strictly related to my deep attraction for actress Alicia Witt. My brother and I did enjoy it, but I can understand its failure to result in an actual T.V. series.

I next tuned in a half hour video uploaded January 26, 2016, to YouTube's Proper Gander channel: Fibonacci Sequence Documentary - Golden Section Explained - Secret Teachings.

The Fibonacci spiral is named after Italian mathematician Fibonacci. His 1202 book Liber Abaci introduced the sequence to Western European mathematics, although the sequence had been described earlier as Virahanka numbers in Indian mathematics. By modern convention, the sequence begins either with F0 = 0 or with F1 = 1. The sequence described in Liber Abaci began with F1 = 1.

Fibonacci numbers are closely related to Lucas numbers. They are intimately connected with the golden ratio or golden mean; for example, the closest rational approximations to the ratio are 2/1, 3/2, 5/3, 8/5, ... 

Fibonacci numbers appear unexpectedly often in mathematics, so much so that there is an entire journal dedicated to their study, the Fibonacci Quarterly. Applications of Fibonacci numbers include computer algorithms such as the Fibonacci search technique and the Fibonacci heap data structure, and graphs called Fibonacci cubes used for interconnecting parallel and distributed systems. They also appear in biological settings, such as branching in trees, phyllotaxis (the arrangement of leaves on a stem), the fruit sprouts of a pineapple, the flowering of an artichoke, an uncurling fern and the arrangement of a pine cone's bracts.  This movie also deals with the magical applications of the sequence, the pentagram or pentacle being a Fibonacci spiral borrowed directly from nature, and also many practical applications and mathematical ideas.

Explained? Not to my brother and I! We got basically nothing out of watching this. People must have a mathematically-centred brain, or mathematical science such as this is incomprehensible to those of us who are average.

I chose not to "like" the video because it illuminated nothing where we were concerned. Notwithstanding, it certainly did not deserve a "dislike" due to our apparent mental shortcomings, so I never went that far.

This was as far as went got for morning entertainment.

My brother got some bed rest while I prepared my day's first (and very fatty) meal; and then he came forth and left on one or more errands in his van. One errand was to take the disability application package to Bev, for it is very involved ─ she will even need a doctor to complete much of it, and she does not have one.

I had an early afternoon nap, and was once again up from bed before my brother had returned. When he did return, it was not for long. He left again, this time to catch a bus to take him off to engage his daily social drinking.

Late into the afternoon this sunny day, I found myself beset with some despondence, and in considering what I might choose to watch on T.V. to help draw me out of my frets, I dispensed with a foreign horror movie I had considered, nor any Alicia Witt material.

Instead I chose to watch a Christmas movie and broach a possible 1½-litrte bottle of a red Jackson-Triggs wine ─ I tuned in the movie on T.V. around 5:10 p.m. via our Android TV Box. The movie was 2018's Country Christmas Album.

I cannot relate in the least to struggling ─ especially hoakey country music ─ musicians, so this was not my kind of Christmas movie. Nevertheless, a "User review" under the heading "Some of the worst acting I've seen" was far excessively negative.

The acting was actually quite good. I do agree that the chap playing a radio station personality was ludicrously overboard, but no one else was too unnatural (a couple of the male actors did speak like they were giving elocution lessons).

Lead actress Hannah Barefoot was very naturally attractive ─ beautiful, in fact. Gorgeous legs, too, from what I could tell! And she had an exceptional singing voice.

The male lead actor ─ as the "User reviewer" indicated ─ was nowhere near her calibre.

The actress (Taylor Bedford) portraying Hannah's young possibly teen daughter was a doll ─ she even reminded me a little of my brother's daughter.

Actress Valerie Jane Parker portraying Hannah's sister was also rather inviting to watch.

I was to drink two good-sized glasses of the wine, and got pleasantly oiled ─ although I drank most of the second glass after the movie. And as interesting and enjoyable as the movie was, it was not until Hannah sang "Noel" late into it that I first found myself becoming teary-eyed with emotion.

It is getting late into the evening. My brother has been home quite some while (with me shut up behind my closed bedroom door while I pass time here at my bedside computer); and just barely arriving home before 10 p.m. has been my rather noisy wife chatting away on her cellphone to someone in Thai.

I will be rising at 3:30 a.m. for some exercising at the elementary school playground maybe three blocks away, so my bedtime shall be not too long off.

It is 10:14 p.m.

An Early Warning

Before I was to bed last evening, I heard my younger brother come into the house following his daily social drinking, so I shut myself up into my bedroom. And then only a minute or two later it seemed, my wife also came into the house following working the latter part of the day at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time.

Once my brother was watching T.V., I slipped out of my bedroom one last time to use the toilet, and was willing to greet my wife, but she was hidden in her bedroom with the door only ajar, so I did my business and returned to the seclusion of my own bedroom.

My cellphone alarm was set for 4 a.m., which I believe was to give me maybe 5¼ hours of bed time. That might seem like relatively little, but shortly after 2 a.m. I was already so awake that I checked the time to be sure it was not after 4 a.m. due to a failure of my alarm, or of me to hear it.

Another visit to the toilet was to reveal the house in darkness ─ only I was up. But of course I returned to bed.

When 4 a.m. arrived, I dutifully rose, and then went downstairs to boil water for a very strong mug of instant coffee with the works.

The plan was that I would attempt the 5.625-mile round trip hike to Real Canadian Superstore, of necessity leaving here no later than 6 a.m.

So much for plans! I managed to waste enough time that it was 6:18 a.m. before I was outside in the chill and on my way.

After about a block I had psyched myself out of the venture. My left foot's plantar fasciitis (or whatever is wrong with it) was discouragingly sensitive; but I was possibly more demoralized by the time. I hate being out in the daylight, especially if my foot is going to be a crippling factor causing me to limp.

Sure, it was completely dark, but we are already a month into the shortening of the night since the longest night of 2024. Had I managed to get away at 6 a.m. or even earlier, that better than a quarter of an hour meant that I would be leaving the distant store well into the dawn. I needed to have that time on my side ─ not working against me.

And so I surrendered and returned home. I would try later to shop locally at the No Frills store about four blocks from home. Real Canadian Superstore and No Frills are related and have identical pricing insofar as I can tell, but No Frills hasn't as extensive an inventory. That normally does not matter, except that I had meant to stock up on a couple of brands of nutritional supplements ─ Real Canadian Superstore has a huge selection, but No Frills has practically none.

Also, No Frills does not open until 8 a.m. (Real Canadian Superstore opens at 7 a.m.), so I would have to wait at home until at least 7:45 a.m. before leaving home again, and by then I could burn right out due to having been up since 4 a.m.

Thankfully, that did not occur.

It was beautifully frigid out, so most people who might have been outside in the warmer months were inside their homes where it is warm. Only once ─ while on my way home with my shopping ─ did I coincide with another pedestrian.

Also enjoyable was my interaction with the rather attractive Asian cashier who was extremely sociable, letting me know that she had been on holidays and this was her first workday in 2025.

Anyway, I got back home to find that my brother was downstairs and reading the Sunday edition of The Province that I subscribe to.

I left him to it, and after putting some things into the fridge, I was soon enough back in my bedroom to dress down. Even when my brother rather smartly turned on the T.V., signalling that he was done with the newspaper, I remained here at my bedside computer until 9 a.m. before going downstairs for my second mug of coffee and to join him.

He was quick to relinquish the T.V. to me so that I could put our Android TV Box into operation.

I led off with two shortish videos published January 23 at Rumble's A Warrior Calls channel:

• Stephen Harper Corrupt Zionist Traitor (9:12)
• David Goldberg: Government to Exterminate People (32:29)

Christopher James Pritchard can be bloody annoying by not properly describing his videos, nor linking to their original sources ─ I have no idea who the bright young lady is in the first video who actually seems more like a young girl than a researcher, but who was nonetheless impressive.

My next video choice was also quite short. At 20 minutes (20:44), it had been published yesterday to Rumble's The People's Voice channel: Michelle Obama Divorcing Barack Because "History of Pedophilia" is About to Be Exposed.

Michelle Obama is distancing herself from Barack, preparing to announce their divorce, as she knows his darkest secrets are about to be revealed to the world.

Barack Obama’s secrets have been an open secret in Washington for decades - and just as the mainstream media buried the truth about Jeffrey Epstein, Bill Clinton, and their powerful circle of VIP pedophiles, they are circling the wagons around Obama, protecting him from exposure.

The Obamas have been living a carefully constructed lie for decades, with skeletons in both their closets - but it’s Barack’s secrets that now threaten to shatter their carefully curated public image.

The final video I tuned in was a movie that we had watched a little over 20 minutes of two or three days ago, so we resumed from where we had led off. The movie was 1981's Early Warning. My source for it was this link published May 28, 2022, to BitChute's Page Chronicles - TRUTH Will Prevail channel: Early Warning (1981) Full Movie (Note: Time 3:25 to 7:06 .. 41 years ago sounds like the WEF today).

Early Warning (1981) Full Movie   Delana Michaels   Greg Wynne   Alvy Moore - A classic drama about the end of the world. Newspaper reporter Sam Jensen is in pursuit of a once-in-a-life-time story. Jenny Marshall, a member of a Bible study group studying the prophesied End Times, has a special understanding that intrigues Jensen. An exciting film for anyone concerned about Earth's coming final judgment!

A Christian woman wants a newspaper man to publish a story about a One World Foundation being set up whose only goal is to control the world.

This classic end-times drama gives a glimpse of events that may be taking place today - events which have perilous significance when pieced together in the light of key prophecies in God's Word, the Bible.

The movie was not exactly blockbuster, but the style was typical of its era. I was very surprised by how the world events being talked about early on accurately described what the Globalists are doing today.

Actress Delana Michaels was in darned good shape! I wish there was a proper biography of her that could easily be located.

My wife emerged from her bedroom somewhere around 10 a.m. or a little later, so I assumed that she would only be working the latter part of the day as she did yesterday.

But to my surprise, around 10:40 - 10:50 a.m., she abruptly headed for the door, bidding my brother and I a goodbye. I think the restaurant opens at 11 a.m., and is quite a long drive away, so it seemed odd that she would be heading there as late as that.

Following the movie, my brother and I watched half of a pilot episode for a T.V. series that was never picked up. He asked me to postpone the second half so he could seek some bed rest; I will cite the pilot once we have completed watching it.

While my brother rested, I fixed up my day's first meal. It proved unexpectedly filling. When my brother later came forth and announced that he was off on one or more errands in his van, I was too uncomfortable to invite myself along even if I had the cash on hand to allow me to stock up on more beer ─ I am growing rather low in my supply.

It must have been approaching 2 p.m. before I finally pursued a nap, rising again towards 3:30 p.m. By then my brother had returned to leave his van, and then head off afoot for a bus to carry him away to engage his daily social drinking.

But someone had cleaned up a mess of dirty dishes and also the surface of the stove ─ did my wife also come home, and then leave again? Perhaps earlier she had some other purpose than a late appearance to work. And then her purpose met, she had come home to do the cleaning before heading away a little past 3 p.m. to go to the restaurant ─ that seems the only likely possibility. Neither my brother nor my two stepsons would have bothered doing the remarkable job of cleaning for no reason whatsoever.

My early evening is upon me. I have plans to get out before too very long to do a little grocery shopping at Save-On-Foods ─ that would be maybe a 1½-mile round trip walk. At the very least I want to withdraw $70 from my joint account with my wife ─ I had transferred the money into the account early this a.m. when I was intending my Real Canadian Superstore hike. I dare not leave the money, or my wife will get hold of it; I only have $20 on me, and do not receive my monthly pension income until sometime in the next few days ere month's end.

I will be staying up late this evening to watch some shows with my brother once we are both back home, and of course I will be having two or three beers.

It is still too early for me to care to be going anywhere, so I am going to take a brief break to watch something on T.V. ─ I shall report my status thereafter before publishing this post. Hopefully I will still be free to have my outing (i.e., my brother won't have shown up).

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My entertainment choice was The Guardian ─ episode seven ("Heart") of season one. Man, that one was pretty hard to take ─ I was snuffling and my eyes were burning at its conclusion.

It's an excellent series. Too bad my brother can't also enjoy it, but I can't watch absolutely every good series with him. His drinking has priority over all else.

I am only going to go and withdraw the $70. I am placing the priority for the money to potentially be going towards a beer resupply if I manage to feel up to going with my brother the next day or two when he resupplies himself.

It is presently 7:55 p.m.

High Treason

Perhaps it was a little past 10:30 p.m. last evening when I put myself to bed, my cellphone alarm set for 3:30 a.m. to get me up to ready for some exercise at the elementary school playground maybe three blocks away.

I had much trouble winding down enough to fall asleep, but I do not recall hearing my wife come home following working the latter part of the day at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time. Nor did I hear my younger brother get home following his daily social drinking.

At one point after some sleep, I needed to visit the toilet. I never checked the time, but I found the house in darkness ─ my wife's bedroom door was pulled closed, so she had by then come home and even gone to bed. But my brother's bedroom door was still open ─ he was not yet home.

When my alarm chimed, I was not eager to be getting up, for I could easily have gotten back to sleep.

As I dressed, I was certain that I was hearing the T.V. downstairs. Was my brother actually still sitting up watching T.V. at that point in the night? My bedroom door was still shut as I dressed; and then somewhere between 3:40 - 3:45 a.m., I heard him coming upstairs to his bedroom.

Then he shut his bedroom door.

Once I was dressed to go for my walk and ready to weigh myself while fully clothed, I opened my bedroom door to discover that my besotted brother had left the T.V. running, and the kitchen light on.

Why does the 72-year-old fool still drink to this degree? It sure isn't because of any job-related stress any longer.

It seems to me that I weighed in at 188 pounds, encroaching upon 189.

It was cold outside, and anywhere from 1 - 4 degrees Celsius below freezing. At the school playground, the sawdust base was frozen into a crunchy surfacing, but happily none of the equipment was touched by any moisture ─ frozen or otherwise.

And so I was able to exercise bare-handed without need to wipe any of the jungle gym monkey bars dry ─ all I had to deal with was cold metal.

Yet I managed six pull-ups in the first set. And so with the initial two sets of pull-ups, 6-2; then two sets of chin-ups at 3-3; and two sets of pull-ups between a pair of gymnastics-style rings, 2-2.

Then it was back to the monkey bars for a set of two pull-ups between two bars. I would then have normally held a loose dead hang after completing the final of those pull-ups, but the metal was intolerably cold to be gripping for a minute or more. Instead, I returned to the plastic-coated rings as my 30-count set break expired and I was able to achieve a hang for a 75-count.

Certainly, I may well have counted faster than one a second, but I am confident that I did well exceed a full minute with the hang.

Then it was over to the nearby cement ramp where after the expiration of what became a 60-count, I performed 10 slow full-range push-ups while wearing gloves (even then, the cold of the cement was apparent).

And so back home I went.

I had done my best to walk without any favouring of my left foot due to its plantar fasciitis (or whatever else may be amiss with it), but it has been rather sore this afternoon. This condition has been with me now almost a full two months!

Since I did not expect that my brother would be rising too very early, I did not return to bed until possibly 6:30 a.m. Yet I still found myself rising just after 8:30 a.m., if I am remembering aright.

And my brother emerged from his bedroom before 9 a.m.

I heard him turn on the T.V. even though he would be working his way through the Saturday morning edition of the Vancouver Sun that I subscribe to. However, I was sufficiently deked that I actually came downstairs a little after 9 a.m. in case he was actually going to be watching T.V., but I could see that he was not ─ he was engrossed in the newspaper at the dining table.

So back to my bedside computer I went.

Around 9:30 a.m. sounds downstairs led me to believe that he had finished with the newspaper, so I started back downstairs with the intention that we could still watch some videos via our Android TV Box, but I found him just settling upon some fishing programme he had located on T.V.

So back upstairs I went yet again.

I managed to dally with two miserably tough Microsoft FreeCell games such that it had to have progressed well past 10 a.m. ─ maybe even nearer 10:30 a.m. ─ when I had deteriorated to such a degree that I only wanted to return to bed. I had no desire to watch T.V.

This has to do with the weakness I experience during my Sabbath fast that also sees me abstain from caffeine.

I believe that I remained abed until after 1:30 p.m. By then my wife ─ who had risen before my return to bed ─ had done some cooking, and I was to see my brother downstairs just reclined in his chair and staring out the living room window into the sunny day outside.

After a half hour or so I did go downstairs to chat with him and reveal what I knew of his folly last night.

All he had to offer was that he had gotten a ride home with someone, and that he probably "fell asleep" while watching T.V. I held my tongue and did not counter that the term is more correctly "passed out".

Anyway, he soon enough left afoot to catch a bus and yet again engage in his daily social drinking. I was to thereafter have some small chat with my wife who wondered how Bev ─ my brother's girlfriend whom he is going to give shelter here to her at month's end because she can no longer pay her rent ─ is going to manage to enjoy living here when he abandons her to go 'social drinking' like he does every single afternoon.

As my wife observed, Bev is not going to be happy here with us all on her own. I am not going to sit and watch T.V. with her each day until my brother shows up drunk to bless her with his company.

I only watch evening T.V. with him three nights a week. The other four evenings see me getting to bed relatively early because I have plans for the very early a.m. Tomorrow I will be getting out to do my usual Sunday grocery shopping, so depending upon the state of my foot, I will be leaving home at 6 a.m. if I think that I can walk far at long last, or else I will settle upon a more local store and not leave here until maybe 7:45 a.m.

In the former case I would want to rise at 4 a.m.; in the latter scenario, 5:30 a.m. will probably suffice.

Sure, Bev can always go off with my brother each afternoon, but she has very poor health and often just remains home. As well, at least two days a week he rendezvouses at a pub with one or more drinking buddies, and he has always considered these days his time to be out 'with the boys' and not her.

So things are going to be getting rather complicated around here by next weekend at latest.

Incidentally, my wife asked me if I was feeling unwell, apparently concerned about my lengthy time napping. Even so, just ahead of 3 p.m. she was to leave for work without a word to me ─ another partial workday for her.

At least she alerted me that there is lots to eat once I feel myself free to do so.

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I took a break and as the afternoon daylight faded, I watched DC's Legends of Tomorrow ─ episode nine ("Lowest Common Demoninator") of final season seven.

The episode did not affect me as much as some of this and last season have done ─ possibly partly due to watching it sober this time? No matter ─ I still love the series, and am relieved that there are several episodes left before it's all over with.

After the episode, I had a bath, this being a bath day. While stripped naked just before I got into the tub, I had a weigh-in to see how my fasting was paying off ─ I was barely over 175 pounds at very most!

That was uplifting!

Following my bath, it was nigh 6:30 p.m. and definitely dark enough for me to finally have a meal. And so I did, brining my meal to the living room coffee table so I could use our Android TV Box to tune in a 1½-hour video published yesterday at Rumble's A Warrior Calls channel: High Treason In Every Country / Awaken Fight Evil.

The video was a little over 1½ hours, but I chopped off a few minutes by jumping forward through the opening head-banger rock performance, Christopher James Pritchard's advertising, and the closing famous Mel Gibson Braveheart sequence ─ so for me, the video was well under 1½ hours.

I'll not reproduce the tell-nothing usual bombast that is supposed to serve as a description, for the video was little different from Christopher's usual long rants.

I am giving serious consideration to making the 5.625-mile round trip hike in the morning to Real Canadian Superstore despite how irritated my left foot feels from my short early walk today before dawn. This will mean rising at 4 a.m. so that I will have plenty of time to enjoy a mug of strong instant coffee with the works, and otherwise psyche up for the approximate 6 a.m. hike.

I may well decide in the a.m. that my foot is just too inflamed, and that I will only be crippling myself for the next few days if I undertake the journey.

Meantime, I hope to be to bed by 10:30 - 11 p.m. Right now, it is 9:26 p.m.

Stealth Jihad

As was written yesterday, had I still been home without my wife nor younger brother here by 8 p.m. that evening, I planned to ready and get out afoot for some local grocery shopping.

Well, my wife returned home by maybe 7:40 p.m., and even my brother showed up a little ahead of 8 p.m. So on both counts I was confined to home.

My brother had left the pub he went to (by bus) earlier than he had planned to be coming home, for it had tuned in an NHL game featuring our Vancouver Canucks and persisted in playing the T.V. programme even when well into the second period they were losing 4-0 to the Oilers.

I see that ultimately the Canucks did do some scoring, but in the end they lost 6-2.

Apparently until the game had begun, the pub (Donegal's) had a live band that my brother was actually enjoying. It's one thing to watch a hockey game when one's home team is actually winning; but it's quite another to watch when it is only to be courting disappointment and frustration. There is already enough of that in most people's lives.

As a result of his early homecoming, he was soberer than usual and ended up retaining consciousness all evening.

Since I had possession of the T.V., I had our first show all lined up to play via our Android TV Box. In total, we were to watch five shows in this sequence:

• Riverdale ─ episode seven ("Chapter Eighty-Three: Fire in the Sky") of season five.
• The Outpost ─ episode three ("A Life for a Life") of season three.
• The Graham Norton Show ─ episode 11 of current season 32.
• Glitch ─ episode two ("Quintessence") of season three.
• Wanted ─ episode five ("Divide") of season three.

I see that there is only one episode remaining of Wanted ─ I hope that I notice this the next time we watch it.

It is quite possible that I was to bed last night before 1:30 a.m., and I had only drunk two cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol).

My morning began today around 8:30 a.m., so I could well have gotten a minimum of seven needed hours in bed. At that point my brother was already up and watching T.V. with breaks to tend to his weekly laundering.

I never joined him until well after 9 a.m.; and at his invitation to put our Android TV Box back to work, I led us off with a 43-minute video published yesterday at Rumble's Libertytalkcanada channel: The Stargate mRNA Cancer Cure Shit Show & Staffer Acknowledges Deep State & More...

This past week has been quite something. I go over numerous interesting announcements and ongoings (some I know you haven't seen yet)some good and some bad. I show articles and clips. Get caught up with Liberty Talk Canada!

I believe that I next tuned in an 18-minute (18:54) video uploaded earlier today to YouTube's PortuguesePai channel: Freeland has PANIC ATTACK Live on air + Karina Gould MIGHT not call election OR remove Carbon Tax.

That was followed by a 13-minute (13:20) video published January 21 to Rumble's Bonobo3D channel: Stanley Park Trees with Norm Oberson.

In response to the City of Vancouver's destructive and devastating logging operation in Stanley Park, arborist Norm Oberson conducts weekly walks every Sunday, to discuss the trees, and the natural ecology of the forest. On January 19, we viewed cascara trees, alders, and the big leaf maple (Norm and Friends of Stanley Park are monitoring) at the Ferguson Point Teahouse that is cracking and posing an imminent danger and risk to people under it.

For more info and to join the walks:
https://savestanleypark.ca

And lastly, it was a 1¾-hour (1:46:35) video published yesterday to Rumble's Action4Canada channel: Stealth Jihad In The Workplace With Tanya Gaw And Elaine Ellinger, Jan 22, 2025.

Elaine Ellinger, author, writer and researcher on Islamic studies, joins Tanya Gaw on this Empower Hour to give a presentation that exposes the threat of accommodating Muslims in the workplace. Stealth jihad is real and it comes in many forms. The rising demands for workplace accommodation of Islamic practices such as prayer breaks, halal food, and gender segregation in non-Islamic countries, is a means to an end. They cry Islamophobia and use our Human Rights laws as a weapon of warfare to advance their agenda. Islam wants world domination and they are ‘stealthy’ and patient in achieving their goal.

I had to watch the last half or so of the show alone, for at 11:30 a.m. my brother returned to his bedroom for further rest because he had scheduled himself to meet one Ross at Donegal's Pub for what has become a weekly occasion for pool games together ─ and beer, of course.

I admire Tanya Gaw so very much. I wish that I was placed such that I could help her courageous work.

Yesterday I neglected to mention that in the morning my brother and I had also watched a seven-minute (7:37) video published back on December 1, 2020, at BitChute's bluedemon218 channel: Chyrell Jolls the Stranger with Candy.

Children are often told to “never talk to strangers” and in almost every case, that proverbial “stranger” is imagined to be a menacing man in a raincoat, lurking on a nearby park bench. But what if the “stranger” was someone not frightening at all? What if the “stranger” was a seemingly pleasant young woman with candy, who didn’t look as if she would ever hurt a child? That makes the story of Chyrell Jolls all the more terrifying.

Interestingly, an undated article at AmericanHauntingSink.com claims that:

Chyrel went on to live a normal life. She married, had children, and then grandchildren. She passed away in January 2017 with her strange and disturbing past behind her. 

While a June 6, 2016, article at CatherinePeronero.net claims that following her release from the nuthouse as cured on January 29, 1971:

Her present status is unknown. 

Anyway, following the Tanya Gaw interview that ended quite late into the first half of the noon hour, after a rather small meal I was to bed ─ probably before the noon hour ended ─ for a nap this rather sunny day. My wife meantime rose, and my brother left for his bus.

My wife was evidently scheduled to work the latter part of the day at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, so at almost 3 p.m. she left on her quite long drive without a word of farewell to me, although she did seem to say something to her two sons who were both home. The older lad either took today off work, or else he had it off ─ I never know.

It's most likely going to be a chilly night. I intend to be rising at 3:30 a.m. so that I can walk over to the elementary school playground maybe three blocks away, and have some exercise there. But I engaged my Sabbath fast ere it was yet dark, so I will not be taking in any calories nor caffeine until after dark tomorrow.

I know that Saturday is going to find me feeling listless and brain-fogged.

I was so very tempted to do some drinking as the daylight was fading out, but I managed to resist and thus watched Superman & Lois entirely soberly ─ it was episode seven ("Man of Steel") of the first season.

Ever since, the hankering remains. I am feeling a little anxiety, but I will not break my fast.

It is presently 7:58 p.m., so I am going to consider this post complete and publish it so that I will be freed up to avoid my brother once he is back from his drinking. I am not sitting up late this evening.

A Complete AI Police State Dystopian Hell

I hate how much time being involved in blogging can sometimes take. There was no bloody way I should have been getting to bed after midnight last night when it was my intention to be rising at 3:30 a.m. for some exercise at the elementary school playground maybe three blocks from here.

I did rise at 3:30 a.m., but I keenly felt my insufficient sleep. At least the house was in darkness.

Once I was outside and on my way after weighing in at first 186 and then 188 pounds while fully clothed for the outing ─ our analog scale seldom offers an identical reading with two tries ─ I found it to be most chilly, for it was one or two degrees Celsius below freezing.

When I got to the playground, the sawdust base was crunchy from the freeze. The metal equipment upright supports were just damp, but the jungle gym monkey bars were frosted. I used a bandana to wipe two of them clear of the frozen moisture, however. But they were cold!

Largely as a result of that, and because I was somewhat unenthusiastic due to lack of adequate sleep, I was not much into pushing myself. Still, I did manage five bare-handed pull-ups in the first set.

Thus, two sets of pull-up (5-2), two sets of chin-ups (3-3), and two sets of pull-ups between two of the bars (2-2). The gymnastics-style rings had all be rendered out of commission by vandals who had wrapped the chains around the very high support bar ─ a long pole would be needed to unwrap them.

Normally I would have held a loose dead hang after the final pull-up between the bars, but my hands were so cold after the second pull-up that I decided to take a pause of almost the usual 30-count that I count off between sets. And so I held a loose dead hang for a 70-count.

Then it was over to the cement ramp where I wore my gloves for 10 slow full-range decline push-ups.

I was back home and into my bedroom with door shut not too very much before my eldest stepson rose downstairs to ready for his second consecutive 12-hour 6 a.m. shift at Tree Island Steel.

I was to get caught up in online stuff at my bedside computer and failed to get back to bed until probably at least 6:15 a.m., yet I found myself aware two hours later and rose, correctly suspecting that my younger brother was likely already watching T.V. downstairs.

It was well past 9 a.m. when I joined him; and upon getting the green light from him to take over the T.V. with our Android TV Box, I led us off with a 17-minute (17:33) video uploaded earlier today to YouTube's AnitaK channel: Governor General Still Stonewalling Pierre.

Trump’s Tariff Threats

In this video, we explore a fascinating moment in Canadian politics: the Governor General’s decision to ignore Pierre Poilievre's request to reinstate Parliament during a critical period of trade tensions with the United States under the Trump administration. With the looming threat of tariffs impacting Canada’s economy, this controversial decision raises questions about the balance of power, political strategy, and how Canada responded to external pressures. Including BC Premier David Eby's plan to limit American alcohol sales in BC. Governor General Mary Simon. Trump Tariffs

Next were two short and the very latest videos at BitChute's Armed Patriot channel, but I am not going to bother listing them. Likewise another at Rumble's WTFLouie channel.

But I will identify a nearly 1½-hour (1:28:34) video streamed yesterday at Rumble's ZeeeMedia channel: Stargate & AI mRNA: Dystopian HELL! - Karen Kingston.

Biotech Analyst Karen Kingston joins Maria Zeee to discuss concerns around President Trump's announcement of Stargate - with CIA players and AI mRNA, this can quickly result in a complete AI police state dystopian hell.

Disturbing stuff!

We finished with a movie I had previously downloaded, but I will wait until we have finished watching it before I identify it.

My wife had today off work. It was overcast during my early a.m. outing, and remained so all day.

I shall be sitting up late tonight watching shows with my brother once he is back from his daily social drinking, so I will be indulging in two or three cans of beer. Meantime, I am pondering getting out on a walk to do a little grocery shopping, but I will only do so if my wife does not return from wherever she left around 4:30 p.m. to drive to ─ no word was said to me, although I did hear her speaking to her youngest son.

My left foot's plantar fasciitis (or whatever else may be wrong with it) is somewhat aggravated from my early a.m. walk, but I am confident that I will not be courting any disaster with a second outing in one day, even if it's double the distance ─ which would be the case if I walk to the nearest Save-On-Foods.

At present it is 7:21 p.m. If my wife is still not back by 8 p.m., nor my brother yet home, then I will commence readying for the journey. I do not wish to leave too early ─ best to allow other foot as well as some street traffic to die down.