Bogus Video

Evidently I slept well last night, for I don't recall any significant wakeful periods until my 4 a.m. cellphone alarm chimed. I was rested, but I could easily have slept more, I realized. I'm pretty certain that I got to bed ahead of 11 p.m.

My eldest stepson had another 12-hour 6 a.m. shift at Tree Island Steel scheduled, so he was to get up later.

I was on my way in the frigid dark at 6 a.m. to endeavour the 5.625-mile round trip hike to Real Canadian Superstore, but only only got a very short distance along the alleyway beside our home when it was apparent from my left foot's sensitivity that its plantar fasciitis (or whatever else might be wrong with it) would be in crippling condition by the time I was home again, so I aborted the project.

Instead, I reset my goal to later just do some shopping at Deepu's No Frills store maybe four blocks from home. However, it does not open until 8 a.m., which I do not at all like. As well, this would mean that I would have been up for nearly four hours by the time I would be leaving home on the relatively short walk.

Fortunately, although the day was proving sunny as that time neared, at least it was inhospitably cold and no one would be outside except out of necessity ─ this would never be so in the warmer months.

I was to find the same sociable young chap all alone on cashier duty at the store.

All in all, it was a decent outing.

Barely ahead of 9 a.m. I returned to bed for a bit of a rest just as my younger brother was about to emerge from his bedroom. I left my door ajar so that I could better hear the T.V. once he was done going through the Sunday morning edition of The Province that I subscribe to.

I must have practically dropped off into slumber, for I remember hearing what I correctly identified as a shower running, and I wondered if my youngest stepson had risen and managed to come upstairs without me being aware.

Only when I heard whomever it was hustle downstairs to the kitchen and access the kettle of water that my brother would have earlier boiled did I realize that it was my wife I had been hearing.

On her full workdays at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, she generally rises around 9:30 a.m. and leaves for work just after 10 a.m. But it seemed to me that I was getting up soon past 9:30 a.m., yet as I was coming down the stairs to join my brother, I met her at the bottom of the stairs as she headed towards the front door to leave.

I am still unsure if she left earlier than usual ─ she must have.

Whatever the case, soon after joining my brother he greenlighted that I put our Android TV Box to work, so I tuned in a very interesting and enraging half hour video published yesterday at Rumble's Libertytalkcanada channel: Canada's FED Continues The Culling Agenda. Now It's Healthy Ostriches Being Murdered.

Cry For Help:
Beautiful Healthy Immune Ostriches That Aren't Sick & Ostriches That Have Healed That Don't Fly Anywhere Or Feed Anyone & Live In A Remote Area Are Being M.R.D.R.D By Canada's Non-Sensical Liberal Federal Government AGENDA. Hear This BC Owner's Cry For Help From The Public. A Story That Matters.
Email addresses/websites mentioned in this episode:
https://gofund.me/b072ee8f ; cassandra.berreth@inspection.gc.ca ;
joel.taguchi.820@parl.gc.ca ; mark.holland@parl.gc.ca

The corrupt people involved in this sham of an agenda deserve the worst fates. If some are ignorant and only obeying orders, it does not matter. I know what's going on; my brother knows; so does Odessa and probably her entire viewership. Thus, it is incomprehensible to me that anyone could be enforcing these unjust dictates and not understand that they are completely wrong and unlawful.

The enforcers just don't care. Only their jobs matter to them, so they deserve no sympathy for their cruel selfishness.

My next video choice was a flop. It did start off rather intriguingly, but then devolved into a long, long gab fest that my brother finally had me just jump through to finish it in the hopes that there was going to be more to it that blather.

There was not.

Not too much shy of 1½ hours (1:23:32), the video had been published earlier today to Rumble's Sunfellow On COVID-19 channel: Special Forces Whistleblower Reveals UAP Retrieval Program; Object Caught On Video (NewsNation).

The video description is an entire article, so go there to see it. As far as I am concerned, this is all the sort of bunk promoted in the ongoing T.V. series about Skinwalker Ranch that never seems to actually have any concrete proof of anything at all, and is just hoodwinking a viewership of the gullible.

Unfortunately this waste of time prevented us from watching anything more worthwhile. My brother had some bed rest while I cooked myself up a very fatty (butter and coconut oil) meal comprised of a whole lot of mushrooms, two eggs, extra old cheddar cheese, and a slice of wholegrain bread torn up and mixed into the blend.

It was certainly tasty, but has been a rather heavy presence within me.

I had still not sought my nap when my brother was again out of his bedroom, and set to take a drive to tend to one or more errands. He apparently returned while I was abed, and he left his van home and went off afoot for a bus to carry him away so he could engage his daily social drinking.

I believe that he has just under another month of this mandated ignition interlock device installed in his van, but a review of his fails might invoke an extension.

I must report that my left foot has been markedly more sensitive today as a result of the morning's short walk. And this is so damned discouraging. I am less than 10 days away from being laid up like this for a full two months!

Nonetheless, unless my brother shows up unexpectedly early this evening, I do plan to get out for one or another local bit of shopping.

I spent some time late in the afternoon and into the early evening watching Black Lightning ─ episode five ("The Book of Ruin: Chapter One: Picking Up the Pieces") of season four.

I am so very much looking forward to being finished with this hoaky series. It is so irrelevant, and such an obvious 'comic book'.

Okay, it's 7:05 p.m., and I had best work myself into the motivation for that outing. Unfortunately, my eldest stepson just arrived home, so he may well appropriate the bathroom for a shower before I can fully ready myself to be going anywhere.

But maybe not ─ we shall see.