💀☠💀☠💀☠ To Fall, Fall Again

X (formerly Twitter): Real Ben

It seems to me that I never got to bed until possibly something like 5:30 a.m. this morning. Iniquity, of course. I knew it was imminent, but the machinations had involved last evening and not the very late night; however, my younger brother's solicitation of me at 9 p.m. to put our Android TV Box into play of course required what remained of the evening.

Bev chose to retire to the bedroom and watch T.V. there rather than sample whatever my brother and I were to watch.

Our entertainment included the following shows in this sequence:

• Lawmen: Bass Reeves ─ the only season's "Part IV".
• Star Trek: Discovery ─ episode one ("Brother") of season two.
• Doc Martin ─ episode one ("Sickness and Health") of season or series six.
• A Touch of Frost ─ episode three ("In the Public Interest") of season or series 14.

My brother passed out for most of Star Trek: Discovery. And as for A Touch of Frost, only now have I discovered that we had watched the third episode of season 14 ─ I had believed we were watching episode one of the season, but the Stremio streaming app evidently misfiled the third episode and I did not know when I selected the link, not having read what the episode was titled nor about. Thus, I shall have to make a note about this for next time.

My brother rather sensibly went to bed, but of course I did not; nor do the four cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) I had drunk merit any blame whatsoever ─ it was my fault alone.

Notwithstanding my folly, I found myself awake soon after 8 a.m., if I am recollecting correctly; and despite feeling wretchedly underslept, I rose, and took possession of the T.V. just ahead of 9 a.m.

I remembered that my brother had not retired to his bedroom, but rather to the now-vacant bed of my eldest stepson who moved out nearly two weeks ago to live with his girlfriend.

Or has it been nearly three weeks? I can't remember.

However long back it was that the lad moved out, my brother chose to sleep in the vacated bed because he was concerned of physical deterioration overnight and preferred not having Bev adding to a bad night's sleep. You see, he had taken a pitch over a Jersey barrier when he was coming home last evening through the darkened short alleyway beside our house. One of a pair of barriers had been moved a couple or so days earlier, so my brother failed to remember its new positioning. It had been parallel to the alley, but had now been adjusted so that it cut directly across the alley.

And so my brother came trudging along in the dark soon after disembarking a bus, and overtop the barrier he went onto the pavement.

He has done this at least once before, and had taken to bearing a small flashlight with him to avoid it happening again, but evidently he has lost the illuminator.

At his age of 72, he won't keep avoiding worse damage than scrapes and deep bruising if this continues.

So this morning I had tuned in a nearly 2½-hour (2:28:11) video streamed February 27 to Rumble's Vaccine Safety Research Foundation channel: VSRF Live #166: The Yale Study – A Firsthand Account.

This Thursday at 7 PM ET, we’re diving deep into now infamous Yale Study, a groundbreaking yet heavily suppressed investigation into the immune system disturbances linked to COVID-19 vaccination. This critical research exposes shifts in T cell populations, Epstein-Barr virus (EBV) reactivation, autoantibody production, and persistent spike protein in the blood—findings that raise urgent questions about vaccine-related immune dysfunction.

Joining us are Dr. Bruce Patterson, MD, and Dr. Ram Yogendra, MD—the pioneers who first identified these alarming patterns in post-vaccine patients. But we’re also bringing you an exclusive firsthand perspective. Our very own nurse, Angela Wulbrecht, RN, BSN, who participated in the Yale Study herself, will share her personal experience with these immune disturbances.

Angela was among the first to witness and experience the troubling effects documented in this study. Her story brings a human face to the science, shedding light on the real impact these immune changes have on everyday lives.

Darned if it did not prove to be very interesting, even though initially I was so badly in need of further sleep that I almost returned to bed.

My brother was to join me quite early into the video.

At its conclusion he went on upstairs to his bedroom for some rest, at which point Bev had come downstairs to boil water for an instant coffee and then turn the T.V. back on (I had shut it down following the video), and she has kept the T.V. on all the day since.

I had an early afternoon nap without eating, and rose to find that my wife was home and cooking in the kitchen. She was to ensure that I had a bowl of the dish she was at work on.

My brother was gone ─ off to catch a bus to engage his social drinking.

It seems that my wife had to work the latter part of this sunny and almost warm day, so she left towards midafternoon, but without a word to me. If she said aught of a goodbye to Bev, I never heard it from here where I tend to be seated at my bedside computer upstairs.

A little later in the afternoon I made to have some exercise in my wife's bedroom, but I just could not psyche up for it. I was feeling far too poorly from inadequate sleep, and undue joint stiffness and pain. It seemed I would be risking harm of some description feeling as I did at my age of 75.

As the afternoon began to darken, I had a light meal, and then here at my computer I tuned in Cybill ─ episode 15 ("Cybill Sheridan's Day Off") of season four. During it, I drank a can of Cariboo Malt. I almost watched a longer episode of another series and broaching a bottle of Jim Beam to enhance enjoyment of the show, but somehow I held back on both counts ─ I wanted to more or less undergo a Sabbath fast, for it had already progressed well past sunset.

Incidentally, my source for the Cybill episode was this OK.ru link.

My brother has been home some while now, having shown up at 6:35 p.m. Regardless, I am determined to have an early evening so that I can rise in the wee a.m. and get some exercise at the elementary school playground about three blocks away.

I want to mention that a little earlier in the latter afternoon, I underwent the slow download for very future viewing of the 2018 movie The First Purge. My source was this GFort.ru link, but it seems that the movie can be just viewed there as well. The movie for watching there online does play in the original English despite the website being Russian, so I am hoping that my download is also going to be strictly English.

Okay, I had better close and publish this post to free me up for my early bedtime. My brother usually watches T.V. with Bev until 9 p.m. before seeking me out, but that does not rule out him doing so earlier. It is 7:23 p.m. right now, so I prefer to take no chances ─ I do not want to lose tomorrow as well as today to a late night.

A Pretty Good Movie

It seems to me now that it may have been 9:15 p.m. or later before I got to bed last evening, and still my younger brother had not gotten back via bus from where he had gone to do his social drinking.

I do not recall being disturbed of my sleep, although it was still of the fractured variety. And again, I did not require my 4 a.m. alarm, finding myself awake far earlier ─ heck, I was on my way to the elementary school playground maybe three blocks hence before it was yet 4 a.m., and back by 4:15 a.m.

My wife had never come home.

Although it was my second consecutive night of exercising at the school playground, I performed much better. I had a fully clothed weigh-in of 188 pounds at most before I left home, so that was a mysterious drop of about two pounds even though I never had a bowel movement yesterday ─ how can one lose two pounds, yet take in food while excreting none of it?

The equipment was essentially dry, but I did use my bandana to give three or so quick wipes to deal with any possible damp sheen. And so my performance was as follows:

• Two sets of pull-ups (6-2)
• Two sets of chin-ups (3-3)
• Two sets of pull-ups on a pair of gymnastics-style rings (2-2)
• One set of two pull-ups between two jungle gym monkey bars

After completing the final pull-up between the two monkey bars, I held a loose dead hang for a 60-count. Joints and tissues certainly do stretch during such a hang ─ even my biceps start to feel like they are going to begin tearing, despite not having them tensed.

And I finished up on the nearby cement ramp with 10 slow full-range push-ups ─ three more than I could eke out the previous night.

After I was back home and just about to remove my footwear in my bedroom, my brother issued forth from his bedroom to go downstairs and seek sleep on the chesterfield in the living room. He had no sooner gotten comfortable than Bev sallied out from the bedroom to go downstairs and confront him about it, but I could only hear her concluding assurance to him that they would work things out "tomorrow".

If she was guilty of flopping about on the bed and disrupting his sleep, or else coughing excessively with her COPD and having the same result, I do not know.

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Damn it, I dawdled away the afternoon and into the early evening on this, a bath day. I never tended to that chore until my social-drinking brother returned home at 7 p.m.

Obviously I have no further blogging time, but I do want to mention two morning videos he and I watched.

First I will mention an 18-minute video uploaded yesterday to YouTube's AnitaK channel: Where was this CTV reporter during the Liberal Debate? 

Was CTV's Mike LeCouteur green screened? Was it made to look he was the same room as Liberal candidates? Chrystia Freeland, Karina Gould, Frank Baylis, Mark Carney. Mike reported for Vassy Kapelos on Power Play and Omar Sachedina on the national newscast.

I like Anita, so I gave her video a "Like" even though it seemed to me like a lot of fuss over little.

The second video I will mention was one I had downloaded some while back ─ a movie. We had watched maybe the first half of it yesterday, so we finished it off this morning.

Specifically it was 2016's The Purge: Election Year.

We are slowly working our way through the franchise, and I am finding them to be far better than I ever anticipated ─ I do not enjoy gratuitous slasher movies; but I can handle them if they have an ending in which 'good' clearly triumphs. They need a definitive ending in which the 'evil' are utterly routed, and not those crappy movies where the central villain somehow lives on to return in the future.

And I've always thought actress Elizabeth Mitchell was exceptionally and naturally gorgeous!

Oh heck! I have just now seen where it was that I first grew to adore the actress so much ─ the T.V. series Lost. I had completely forgotten that she was a regular ─ I only ever remember super hot Evangeline Lilly.

I cannot say for certain what my download source for the movie was, but it might have been this OK.ru link.

I might as well stop blogging here, for it is now 8:17 p.m., and my brother is likely to be soon inviting me downstairs to put our Android TV Box to work so we can watch a few of our shows ─ Bev does not tend to last much past 9 p.m. on her white wine.

Originally I had thought that I might get out this evening for some local grocery shopping, but my bath is almost always the death of such plans; but of course, so is my brother's early arrival home.

Anyway, I am anticipating a late night. Normally if he has drunk excessively before returning home, he quickly passes out; but he seems to have been keeping it together since showing up.

Enough ─ I expect I will be back blogging tomorrow.

Limitations

It was no worse than 9 p.m. when I made it to bed last evening. My cellphone alarm was set for 4 a.m., but after a time check at 2 a.m. that found me still awake an hour later, I stopped wasting time and rose.

The evening's rain seemed to have ceased, so I slowly readied for the three-block walk over to the elementary school playground where I like performing some sets of pull-ups and chin-ups. It was 4 a.m. by the time I was leaving here.

I saw that my wife's car was here, although I never heard her last night whenever it was that she came home and eventually went to bed in what had formerly been 'our' bedroom.

The school playground equipment was all wet, so I had to wipe a jungle gym monkey bar dry enough for use ─ I did a thorough job, actually. Nevertheless, my performance was poor; and much of the blame for that can go to the fact that fully clothed as I was, I had weighed perhaps a sliver below 190 pounds.

I am now unclear on just what I achieved, but I think I led off with three sets of pull-ups (4-2-2); two sets of chin-ups (3-3); two sets of pull-ups between a pair of gymnastics-style rings (2-2); and a set of pull-ups between two of the monkey bars for two repetitions, and then at the completion of the final of those pull-ups I held a loose dead hang for a 60-count.

Then over at the nearby cement ramp I managed a measly seven slow full-range decline push-ups before heading back for home.

It's possible that I was back into bed by maybe 5:45 a.m., and I later rose maybe after two hours in bed with some further sleep under my belt.

My younger brother was to rise around 8:15 a.m., so he got a fairly early start on T.V., but I never joined him until 9:10 a.m. or so.

At his invitation to put our Android TV Box to work, I led us off with a very interesting 31-minute video featuring an interview published yesterday to Rumble's Libertytalkcanada channel: Woman Goes Blind & Almost Dies From Pfizer Vax. Hear How Canada's Fed Is STILL Screwing Her.

The doctors and hospital have acknowledged it was from the quackzeen and she has the official paperwork, and can't work now to support her young children, yet she is STILL waiting for Canada's federal liberal government to give a S.H.I.T after 3 long years of waiting for compensation. Her file just sits on the feds desk collecting dust, along with many other victims files... A Must Hear Story...

https://www.givesendgo.com/GEVKD

Just now I looked at what is involved in making a donation, figuring that I could simply do so as an Interact e-Transfer, but no such option seems to exist. I am already struggling to pay $700 monthly towards credit card debt I allowed my wife to drown me in, so I would be stupid to use a credit card. I don't own a debit card that can work as a credit card. I have never heard of "Link (Secure, 1-Click Checkout)", so that seems out. And I do not associate myself with "Apple Pay and Google Pay".

This sucks.

Anyway, I cancelled out of the next video I line up to play ─ the two apparent hosts were just "shootin' the shit" and not getting into any specifics after at least 15 minutes. I don't give a damn what two clowns whom I've never heard of have to chat to each other about.

The video I next tuned in was a little over an hour long, but the final 10 or so minutes seemed to be a repeated chunk of an earlier portion of the show, so that was when I tuned out. It had been published February 21 to Rumble's WTFLouie channel: 5 Forbidden Healing Secrets the Elites Tried to Bury w Dr Ed Group 20-Feb-2025.

https://rumble.com/v6n2vhu-exposed-5-forbidden-healing-secrets-the-elites-tried-to-bury-w-dr.-ed-group.html 

Join me (Seth Holehouse) for an important discussion with Dr. Ed Group.

The video took some time to get interesting, and I likely would have cancelled out of it if my brother had not seemed attentive. Dr. Ed Group seemed somewhat familiar to me, and I eventually realized that my suspicion was correct when he mentioned "urine therapy".

Next up was a 10-minute (10:36) video uploaded October 15, 2023, to YouTube's 10th Legion Pictures channel: The Vatican's Chronovisor Machine - Paranormal History.

Vatican City,  a landlocked independent city-state, within Rome, Italy, under "full ownership, and exclusive dominion, of the Holy See, the Pope, who is also the bishop of Rome and head of the Catholic Church. And within Vatican City is its central repository, the Vatican Secret Archives which is home to the largest collection of Catholic books, documents, and doctrine in the world.  But the archives also contain relics, artifacts, and even devices collected by the church for over a thousand years, one of these devices that was purportedly constructed in the 1950s which is of unfathomable importance if true, is called the Chronovisor.  Hosted by Mike Droberg.

Thereafter I tuned in a movie, but we only got maybe halfway through it by noon and I had to suspend it so that my brother could have some bed rest before into the early afternoon leaving to catch a bus so he could go social drinking. Naturally, Bev remained home. She had been up to watch some of the movie before I cancelled out of it, and was thus present to take over the T.V. to watch it until her latter evening bedtime.

I noticed in the latter afternoon that she was already indulging in her box of preferred white wine that she has been leaving chilling outside the sliding door to our backyard sundeck. A four-litre box seems to last her maybe three days.

My wife had to work the latter part of today, so she probably rose in the latter morning. It's fairly obvious to me that she is unhappy with conditions here now that Bev has moved in with my brother. However, I think that she ─ my wife ─ is doing her best to withstand being reactionary, including not dumping too much of her upset onto me.

She left 1½ hours earlier in the afternoon than she usually does when she has to work the latter part of the day ─ maybe even more like two hours. I was actually unsure if she might only have gone out on an errand, but anon she phoned me ─ twice ─ to enlist me into seeing to a couple of Bev-related annoyances presently peeving her. Basically, some clutter. It was nothing of much consequence, and the major problem ─ a very large black garbage bag of apparent garbage of Bev's sitting in the carport ─ cannot be dealt with for an entire week because it won't be until next Wednesday that the garbage is collected (today was the recycling, along with the compost that goes weekly).

I did not nap too well midday and into the early afternoon, but at least my day's first meal was quite light. And once I was certain my wife had left for the day, I had her bedroom to freely exercise in.

My inclination is to avoid sitting up late this evening watching shows with my brother (and drinking beer) once he is back home, but I will assess his state once he is back ─ unless he is late. If he is not back by 9 p.m., I shall be unavailable.

When he shows up now that Bev lives here, he usually interacts with her, and that is informative in assessing his status insofar as concerns inebriation. It becomes truly a boon when he even joins her to watch whatever she has on T.V., for he is prone to quickly pass out if he has been overconsuming beer.

I might as well deem this day's post complete ─ it is presently 7:46 p.m., so I had best clear the way for any necessary retreat here in my bedroom by closing its door if my brother forces my hand to do so according to my unfavourable perception of his state.

Avoidance

X (formerly Twitter): Zac Small

Last evening was the second consecutive in which I sat up late drinking four cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) and operating our Android TV Box for my brother and I to watch some of our shows ─ he remained conscious throughout, and Bev even watched the first show before retreating to the bedroom she now shares with my brother.

What did we watch? These are the shows, and in this sequence:

• The Rig ─ "Episode 4" of season or series two.
• Resident Alien ─ season finale episode eight ("Homecoming") of season three.
• Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. ─ episode three ("Fear and Loathing on the Planet of Kitson") of season six.
• SEAL Team ─ episode three ("The Worst of Conditions") of season two.
• Yellowstone ─ episode eight ("No Kindness for the Coward") of season four.
• Inside No. 9 ─ season (or series) finale episode six ("Wise Owl") of season or series seven.

Concerning Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D., I am struck by how exceptionally beautiful actress Chloe Bennett is as character Daisy Johnson / Quake. And until I saw that Wikipedia article on her, I had no idea that she was half Chinese!

Wild!

Anyway, all memory is gone of when it was that I got to bed last night, so I will only say that I hope it was before 2 a.m.

I am also fuzzy on just when I rose this morning, but it was likely somewhere between 8 - 8:30 a.m. And because my brother rose considerably later, I had possession of the T.V. and was watching a video that proved to be such a waste of my time that I refuse to identify it.

Instead I tuned in a 1¼-hour video published February 20 to Rumble's Action4Canada channel: Radical LGBTQ FaceOff, Canada Is Net Zero, RCMP Covid & Fentanyl Corruption, Feb. 19, 2025.

Action4Canada is on the frontline battling against government overreach, radical ideologies and the Global Agenda. Join Tanya Gaw, founder of A4C, on this Empower Hour as she reports on important wins, actions, securing your assets and more!

I admire Tanya Gaw so darned much! I wish I was better suited financially to be able to generously donate to Action4Canada. Incidentally, the actual Rumble video description is far longer, but I am not about to fill up this post by reproducing it.

We finished up with two fairly short uploads from YouTube's The Why Files channel:

⭕ The Nevada Triangle | 2,000 Planes Mysteriously Crashed & Missing Near Area 51 👽🤔 (9:26) Uploaded January 21, 2021.

Most of us have heard of the Bermuda Triangle, where planes and ships have mysteriously gone missing in the Atlantic Ocean for decades. Did you know there is a similar place in Nevada? The Nevada Triangle. In a region of the Sierra Nevada Mountains in Nevada and California, 2,000 planes have been lost in the last 60 years. In this remotely populated area of more than 25,000 miles of mountain desert, many of the crash sites have never been found.

The Nevada Triangle is typically defined as spanning from Las Vegas, Nevada in the southeast to Fresno, California in the west, and to Reno, Nevada at the top. Within this wilderness is the mysterious, top-secret Area 51. Along with the dozens of conspiracy theories which include UFOs and paranormal activity that surrounds the air force base, similar theories have long been considered regarding the Nevada Triangle.

One plane to go missing was that of a record-setting aviator, sailor, and adventurer named Steve Fossett on September 3, 2007. Fossett, flying a single-engine plane over Nevada's Great Basin Desert, took off and never returned. After hunting for a month for the plane, the search was called off and on February 15, 2008, Fossett was declared dead. Later that year on September 29th, Fossett's identification cards were discovered in the Sierra Nevada Mountains in California by a hiker.

Throughout the years, many of the missing planes were flown by experienced pilots and have disappeared under mysterious circumstances: and their wreckage never found.

⭕ The Philadelphia Experiment - The truth about invisibility, teleportation and time travel (12:51) Uploaded February 4, 2021.

The description is far too long to tempt me to reproduce it, but I think enough of us know something about this near-legend.

By this point Bev had joined us and thus when my brother sought some bed rest, she was present to take over the T.V. for the remainder of the day.

My wife had another full workday today, so she rose near 9:40 a.m. to hurriedly ready for her quite long drive to the Thai restaurant where she has part-time employment, leaving my brother and I a little past 10 a.m.

The day had periods of some rain and was always solidly overcast.

My brother chose to leave afoot in the early afternoon to catch a bus and go social drinking after having remained home yesterday for a change, but he was back by maybe 7 p.m. this evening. Even so, I have absolutely no intention of spending a third late evening sitting up late watching our shows with him. Perhaps he will pass out after he joins Bev to watch whatever she presently has on at 7:08 p.m. as I type these words.

I had some exercise in the latter afternoon out in the backyard tool shed because even if I do rise early in the wee a.m., judging by the day we've had, the elementary school playground where I sometimes have some sets of pull-ups and chin-ups will be experiencing rain which will thereby be making exercising practically impossible.

But my shed exercising was pathetic, using the child's slide ladder that I have stretched across three shed rafters:

• pull-ups (4-2-2)
• chin-ups (2-2-2) 
• pull-ups between the two sides of the ladder (2-2-2)

I think I only held a hang for a 20-count because of the pain in my right thumb's main joint (texting thumb from excessive keyboard pounding).

I may undergo the three blocks or so to the school in the wee a.m. just so I can do a proper hang there. If I am able to actually grip a bar instead of just tightly cupping my hands over it, my thumb joint will not be affected.

I have taken some time from this post to brush my teeth, and it does appear that my brother may have succumbed to unconsciousness, despite how loudly Bev has the T.V. cranked up. I am presently shut up in my bedroom ─ truly, I have no intention to be sitting up late with my brother passing in and out of consciousness. I only sit up late for his sake; so if he is not conscious and watching our shows along with me, why should I be bothering?

I think I'm done with blogging for today. It is 7:58 p.m. ─ I may be to bed by 8:30 p.m.

A Major Break in My Brother's Routine

Well, this is rather unexpected. After my younger brother drove off early this afternoon on whatever errand(s) he had, he returned and sat with Bev for a bit watching T.V. By then it was already after 3 p.m. Then I heard the unmistakable sound of a can of beer being cracked open.

He was home to stay.

I was planning on an early evening so that I could rise early in the a.m., but now I may well be getting drawn in by him to put our Android TV Box to work and tune in some of our shows once he gets weary of Bev's game shows and sitcoms and so forth.

I sat up late last night operating our Android TV Box after he invited me down around 9 p.m. Bev sat through the first show, but early into the second one she disappeared without a word to the upstairs for the night. At that point my brother had passed out.

I was thinking that after the second show concluded, I would also retire to my own bedroom and have an early evening; but as my brother so annoyingly often does, he revived immediately as the show was concluding and thus thwarted my escape.

All together I drank four cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol), and watched in this sequence:

• Riverdale ─ episode nine ("Chapter Eighty-Five: Destroyer") of season five.
• Glitch ─ episode four ("Perfectly Safe") of season three.
• Too Close to Home ─ the premiere episode ("Dangerously Close") of the first season.
• This Is Us ─ episode four ("Vietnam") of season three.
• The Last O.G. ─ episode one ("Staying Alive") of season four.

It was clear that my brother had absolutely no interest in the series Too Close to Home, so I shall have to watch it on my own. I understand, though, why my brother had no interest ─ it played like one of those sappy telenovelas. Had I not known that Heather Locklear was heavily featured in the episode, I would never have recognized her. Until it dawned upon me who the actress was, I was thinking that she might be a half-Asian woman. Way back when T.J. Hooker was a current series, I was very much attracted to the beauty, but there was not much of that Heather evident in this Too Close to Home episode.

The This Is Us episode was exceptional. I am of an age contemporary to those veterans, and was always interested in the Vietnam War.

It was at least 2 a.m. before I got to bed last night, but my morning was to begin around 8:30 a.m. when I chose to rise. I had hoped to take possession of the T.V. at 9 a.m. if my brother did not emerge from his bedroom by then, but he did.

It was a full workday for my wife, so she rose a little ahead of 9:30 a.m. to begin readying, and shortly after 10 a.m. she left on her rather long drive to the Thai restaurant where she has part-time employment.

When my brother turned the T.V. over to me around 9:15 a.m., we were to watch three videos, beginning with an 18-minute video uploaded yesterday to YouTube's AnitaK channel: SNC Lavalin Again, Trump reams out Maine Gov & Connor McDavid Scores!!

A little Sunday Night recap of the news of the week.. Trump takes on Maine Gov, Connor McDavid scores winning goal and SNC Lavalin continues to be a scandal.

FOLLOW ME ON X: https://x.com/AnitaKrishna1

Then I tuned in a 28-minute published yesterday to Rumble's Libertytalkcanada channel: So What HAS RFK Jr Done So Far That's Good? And What Does He HAVE The Power To Do & Not Do??

It's important we all have our facts straight...

I researched what powers HHS Secretary DOES have, and also what powers he does NOT have. In this episode I give the results of my findings, and I also go over what RFK Jr has initiated already that is good, and what he IS able to do that we will continue to look out for and monitor...

Our final video was over 1¼ hours, and had been published today to Rumble's Health Ranger Report channel: Steve Quayle issues new warning about engineered FAMINE and the globalist FOOD WARS...

Steve Quayle issues new warning about engineered FAMINE and the globalist FOOD WARS against America

To learn more, visit: https://www.stevequayle.com/

That was quite an alarming interview!

I'm not ready for anything that was described. If being unprepared is what God wants for me, then thus it shall be. I only hope that I can die quickly enough.

My brother had his bed rest while I was eating my day's first meal and Bev began her daily marathon of T.V.-watching. He probably headed off on his errand mission before I had yet sought my needed early afternoon nap, but I was up again before his return. By then, the day had become rather wet, I must say.

Once I realized that my brother was here to remain, I chose to engage some exercising in my wife's bedroom (mine is too small and cluttered). Even if I do somehow get to bed reasonably early this evening, the rain would make proper exercising at the nearby elementary school playground impossible because my wet hands would be unable to secure a grip on wet metal bars to allow for sets of pull-ups and chin-ups.

So if I am up late again tonight ─ which seems likely ─ I can exercise out in the backyard tool shed tomorrow afternoon, provided I do not hit a decline in well-being by then.

I have succeeded in dawdling away the late afternoon and early evening ─ I even found myself needing to lie abed in darkness for some time. I resisted deeming this post complete because I thought that I might watch a show here on my bedside computer that might have been worth mentioning, but I decided not to. If need be and I do get to bed relatively early this evening, I can perhaps take the time in the a.m. to watch something and maybe even have some drink.

I am going to stop blogging for today at get this post published. It is 8:02 p.m.

A Lost Sunday

After spending some while here shut up in my bedroom last evening after my drunken brother ─ newly home by bus from where he had gone social drinking ─ seemed to make himself comfortable with his girlfriend Bev and whatever she had been watching on T.V., I went to bed. I am unsure now, but it may not have been quite 10:30 p.m. My cellphone alarm was set for 5 a.m.

As is common for me, I slept in a number of blocks of sleep, and may have been primarily conscious when my cellphone alarm sounded. I soon realized that my idiot youngest stepson had still not gone to bed, and would be repeating how he spent most of yesterday ─ sleeping away the daylight hours.

My intention was to be getting out to do some local grocery shopping, but I declined badly. If I had remained true, I would have probably left here around 7:45 - 7:50 a.m. to walk the ¾ of a mile to Save-On-Foods, but by that point it was already disconcertingly light outside and crows were squawking.

I lost heart. The prospect of being out in the daylight was too much for me. Besides, my left foot was disconcertingly still quite sore from yesterday's 5.625-mile round trip hike to Real Canadian Superstore; and I was feeling related aches and pains. Clearly, this 75-year-old lacks so much of former vitality and recuperative ability.

I had also become ridiculously in need of further sleep, and so anon I returned to bed ─ it was by then maybe around 8 a.m.

After some short dreamy sleep, I believe I may have risen around or soon after 8:30 a.m., but I realized that I was every bit as needful of sleep as I had earlier been, so I went straight back to bed for another 40 - 45 minutes, dreaming more.

One of my dreams involved meeting Nathalie Lachapelle, a former co-worker of maybe two years, and back in the latter 1990s whom I had a massive crush on. She was of course a Francophone, and with the most delightful accent.

In my dream, she had shown up at some function I was at. I heard her name being mentioned, and immediately ─ and improbably, in view of the fact that in my dream she no longer resembled the Nathalie I had known ─ I rose from where I had been seated and advanced to her, speaking her name.

She looked at me, and then recognition spread in astonishment across her face. Oddly, though, she estimated that it must have been at least five years since we last saw each other. That flummoxed me ─ the 'dream' me, and the 'real' me, for how could anyone equate five years with a span of 25 years?

She had a baby in her arms, and then she was joined by another Francophone ─ apparently the young gent she had been living with back when she and I were co-workers. It would seem that in my dream he had returned with her to Quebec and they must have married.

He seemed to recognize me straight off, yet he had no familiarity to my eyes whatsoever.

Anyway, Nathalie quickly seemed to lose interest in me, so I returned to my chair.

It is not often I recall much of a dream.

Back to reality, since it was maybe 9:15 a.m. and no one else was up (my stepson had retired for the day), I decided to watch some T.V. downstairs via our Android TV Box. My choice was a 55-minute video published January 17 to Rumble's Atlantic Underground Podcast channel: Dr Peter McCullough on the Atlantic Underground.

Dr Peter McCullough returns to the Atlantic Underground and discusses the real truth behind what has happened and what we should be doing to protect ourselves. The key information here is something everyone should be aware of so help your fellow humans and get this interview into their hands and together we can be stronger and healthier moving into the turbulent 2025.

see Peters work at https://www.petermcculloughmd.com/

Only now did I realize that the video was over a month old ─ I would have watched something else if I had been aware.

My brother joined me during it ─ probably into its second half.

Next I tuned in a 45-minute video published February 19 to Rumble's The Patriot Strong Podcast channel: EPISODE 261: DR. WILLIAM MAKIS & THE CURE THAT COULD TURN BIG PHARMA ON THEIR HEAD.

Dr. William Makis has been known for advocating alternative approaches to cancer treatment, particularly emphasizing the use of repurposed medications and non-traditional therapies.

I finished us up with the final half hour or so of a 1962 black & white British 'coming of age' movie that we had broken from twice before because my brother opted to retreat for some bed rest: The Loneliness of the Long Distance Runner.

I had downloaded the movie, and now cannot say with certainty what my source was, but I would venture that it was this OK.ru link. Unfortunately, I needed to have the downloaded movie played with the volume cranked up to the maximum '100'; yet even then, the dialogue was sometimes indistinguishable, and quite apart from accents.

Also, in this morning's sitting, the video kept pausing for 10 or so seconds every half minute at most. I do not know if this was the fault of the recording, or if the MX Player was to blame.

Lead actor Tom Courtney may have been visually familiar to me, but I am not wholly convinced. Ditto his name. I cannot say positively that any of the cast was known to me even remotely. But in this third and final sitting at watching the movie, I did finally recognize an actor who was not named in the cast, and was just another of the delinquents. I had read after our first sitting of the movie that he was present in it and that it was one of his first roles. The actor was John Thaw, who would later become famous as the title character in Inspector Morse. The telltale marking or scar to the outside of his left eyebrow was the identifier for me.

I was sorry to read of what had become of the actress who played a girlfriend of the lead juvenile character in The Loneliness of the Long Distance Runner. Actress Topsy Jane was fated to have a rather sorry life.

I must say that the finish of the movie was disappointing. To me, it made no sense at all why the lead character would throw away the race just to consign himself into having no remarkable future. Nor do we have any idea what was to become of him after he ever got released from the detention facility.

It made no sense to me at all.

I was looking around for a source of two contemporary 1962 John Thaw movies (both are T.V. movies) titled Smashing Day or A Smashing Day, and Nil Carborundum; but there seem to be no online sources. Where T.V. series were concerned back then in Britain, episodes were recorded onto tapes that were then subsequently re-recorded over because of economics, forever deleting the original recordings, so maybe it was also happening with T.V. movies.

The early morning today had considerable blue sky, but this was to cloud over. By midafternoon it was pouring rain and lasted thus till dark.

My brother never ran any errands today in his van, but he did still leave Bev and headed off to catch a bus to re-engage his daily social drinking that he cannot live without.

A little before 3:30 p.m. my wife showed up; but she was gone after maybe 20 minutes, merely explaining softly, "I'll be back."

This has been a bath day, so I was to undertake that chore shortly before 6 p.m. Had my wife not come home, I would have attempted exercising despite not feeling at all like it. But now with Bev home all day long doing nothing but watching T.V., I no longer can avail myself of my brother's large ("master") bedroom as I used to do in his absence. Mine is far too small and chock full of boxes and bags of my things that I have nowhere else to keep them. And so my sole other option is my wife's slightly larger and uncluttered bedroom.

But with her apparently returning at some point, I do not have the peace of mind nor motivation to attempt exercising there.

And so the bath ─ baths generally leave me depleted. But even if that was not so, I still have nowhere to securely exercise. I might have used the backyard tool shed, but my midday (and first) meal left me overfull for the daylight hours to be capable of exercising out there.

Whether I will watch T.V. this evening with my brother once he is home again is of course going to depend upon his state. It will also depend upon just when he gets home.

Yesterday I had visions of getting out for some evening local grocery shopping if I did not manage any this morning, but bath days complicate doing that ─ by the time I have bathed, including shaving of face and scalp, and then doing a token scouring of the bathtub when I am finished, darned near an hour has been consumed.

So now I am not only feeling somewhat drained, but that near-hour cost me time that I might have used to better gear or psyche up for any outing afoot.

Maybe the rain is done and will not return tonight ... but an online check just now reveals that no lasting breaks are to be expected until Tuesday. I could have otherwise risen overnight and had some exercise at the elementary school playground maybe three blocks away. I cannot perform pull-ups and chin-ups on wet bars with wet hands.

Gosh, this sucks.

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Well, at about 7:50 p.m. my wife returned, and was in quite a good mood ─ she had visited with her eldest son who moved out about 12 days ago to live with his girlfriend. My wife actually visited their apartment, and became enchanted with the girlfriend's cat.

She asked me if we should get one!

I don't know what will come of that ─ maybe the attraction will wear off in short enough order.

Anyway, right after she got home ─ maybe five minutes later ─ my brother also showed up. I cannot yet tell his condition. But either way, I might as well stamp this post as concluded for today.

My brother has thus far been watching the nonsense Bev has on T.V., and he is into his first beer. Maybe he will anon be passing out ─ I won't waste my time thinking to be watching any shows with him if that becomes the case.

At present, it is 8:10 p.m.

The Funnies

It seems to me that I was to bed ahead of 10 p.m. last evening, but I would not wager funds. Nevertheless, I was not to require my 4 a.m. alarm because I opted to rise a half hour or so before then due to how awake I was by that point.

At some point my wife had gotten home since I had gone to bed, although I could not tell upon rising, for she has taken to keeping her bedroom door shut when she is not home ─ maybe she is afraid Bev or my brother will sleep in her bed after one of their frequent fights. The only way I was to know for certain that my wife was home was by checking to see if her car was outside, and it was.

I had heard and maybe was still hearing light rain, but I was planning on grocery shopping at Real Canadian Superstore and not any elementary school playground exercising.

I waited until after 5 a.m. before finally having a mug of hot instant coffee with the works, even though Saturdays are my Sabbath fast. I needed the assist to facilitate the 5.625-mile round trip hike to do the shopping ─ which was preying upon me, for I was a little uncomfortable about engaging in commerce on the Sabbath. But as I wrote in yesterday's post, under my life's present circumstances, just having one morning in each normal week when I am able to do my grocery shopping is too restrictive.

Apart from the rich and sustaining mug of instant coffee, though, I did intend to otherwise keep my fast.

It was likely 5:55 a.m. at latest when I left home on my leisurely walk, and rain was never an issue.

My purchases at Real Canadian Superstore were to cost me $113.35, but the worst of that was a plastic bottle of 400 softgels of Life Brand Vitamin E (400 I.U.s) with a tiny bit (10 mgs) of "mixed tocopherols" from concentrate included with the predominantly d-alpha tocopherol (268 mgs) ─ this stuff was priced at $28.49.

My sore left foot (either plantar fasciitis or else a deep and severe bruising since maybe November 27) did grow more sensitive; and by the time I was into my final mile returning home, the burning was pronounced. Towards the end, I was having trouble not limping. And now over my day at home in my bare feet, the burning is crippling anytime I attempt to move about after being seated for any time.

This is most discouraging, for I had planned a similar shopping excursion for tomorrow, but that is now clearly off the books.

It is also one of the reasons I have opted to start shopping on the Sabbath. If I undertake a cripplingly long early Saturday shopping venture, I can still do any additional more local shopping early on Sunday. Otherwise, I would have to force myself to go forth Sunday evening after crippling myself with a long early Sunday venture ─ that's just not cutting it anymore, for I am too overwhelmed.

I arrived home from Real Canadian Superstore to find that my younger brother had apparently just come downstairs from his bedroom ─ unless he slept in my eldest stepson's bed downstairs (my stepson moved out over a week ago), which my brother has done at least three times already since Bev moved in with us early last Saturday evening.

I never sought further bed rest after putting away my purchases that needed going into the kitchen, and then dressing down in my bedroom. Instead, I busied myself here at my bedside computer. Then a while after hearing my brother had turned on the T.V., I joined him.

He was quite quick in offering control of the T.V. to me so that I could put our Android TV Box into operation, so I began our viewing with a 17-minute video uploaded yesterday to YouTube's AnitaK channel: Ruby Dhalla Disqualified by Liberals.

Former MP Ruby Dhalla has been disqualified from the Liberal Party of Canada’s leadership race due to alleged violations of party rules, including financial reporting issues and breaches of the Canada Elections Act. Dhalla, who aimed to make history as the first Indian-origin woman to lead the party, has strongly denied the allegations, calling them "false" and "fabricated."

From what I have learned concerning Ruby, I rather like the attractive woman. But she needs to leave the Liberal Party. As far as I am concerned, I will 𝓝𝓔𝓥𝓔𝓡 vote for a Liberal nor an N.D.P. member for as long as I live. Both parties are dead to me.

Next I tuned in a 36-minute video streamed yesterday to YouTube's Juno News channel: Danielle Smith: Carney will be WORSE than Trudeau.

Today on the Candice Malcolm Show, Alberta premier Danielle Smith joins Candice to discuss a wide range of topics, including her meetings with the Trump administration, and what a Mark Carney government would mean for Canada.

Plus, the Canadian men’s hockey team defeated Team USA in a high-stakes rivalry match, amid the tension of an ongoing trade war.

Finally, the Liberals are proposing to nearly double the CBC’s funding, unveiling a plan to lock this funding into legislation, effectively shielding it from public accountability.

We then got back into the 1962 black & white British 'coming of age' movie we had cut from a couple of mornings ago with maybe an hour to go, but with only half of that reminder watched, my brother announced his need for some further bed rest even though it was only 11 a.m.

So I will continue delaying the identification of the movie until it has been fully viewed by us.

I had my needed nap, and was abed maybe two hours. When I rose, I could hear my wife busy downstairs cooking. My brother and Bev seemed away.

I decided not to go downstairs to socialize with my wife because of the pain that was then profoundly pronounced in my left foot; and of course, I am always a little concerned that she might impose upon me for some money I just cannot afford to surrender.

After a time she came upstairs to shower and begin readying for her partial day of work at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, and when she passed by my bedroom she announced in passing that she had prepared some manner of a pasta dish.

Today is her birthday. I had transferred $100 to her on (I believe) Thursday at her remote request by Facebook Messenger, so that basically exhausted my budget where anything like a birthday present was concerned. Still, I felt that I needed to say something more personal when she was finished readying for work.

Unfortunately, she managed to pass by my bedroom doorway on her way downstairs without me noticing. By then my brother and Bev were back home. I realized my wife had gone downstairs when I heard her talking in partial Thai with her youngest son. So I preferred not to intrude on them.

The next thing I knew I heard her say "Bye" to Bev in the living room watching T.V., and my wife was gone. Not a word to me.

Happy birthday, my wife.

I intend to be to bed relatively early again this evening for that bit of local shopping tomorrow in one of the stores that open at 7 a.m. Or maybe I will just save the outing for Sunday evening, giving my foot some extra healing time?

I have yet to finalize my decision, obviously.

After my wife had left just after 3 p.m., I soon used her bedroom for another set of 50 leg-raises on the Reebok exercise pad I bought almost two weeks ago. I used it yesterday for the first time, breaking it in with an inaugural set of 50 leg-raises.

I have not performed any leg-raises in likely many months, so my abdomen has developed some soreness, but not enough to make doing them again prohibitive this 'day after'.

Then I had my Sabbath nude weigh-in to see how I have been faring since last Saturday when I was only a sliver below 180 pounds.

This time I was maybe 177 - 177½ pounds after four tries on the analogue bathroom scale.

At the present it is not yet 5 p.m., and I am going to break from this post. I would watch a show downstairs on T.V. if Bev was not camped there usurping it as she is always doing ─ my brother apparently went off to catch a bus to take him to engage his near-daily social drinking somewhere.

His condition upon returning home ─ if he is early enough ─ will determine whether I watch any T.V. with him this evening via our Android TV Box.

But right now, I want to rest my eyes in the dark for awhile. I seem to be hitting a bit of a decline, although I know some drinking and an emotional Christmas movie would perk me right up if I was not fasting.

I do not plan to eat until maybe 7 p.m.

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I managed to get possibly just over an hour in bed, rising around 6 p.m. And I was to begin eating just ahead of 7 p.m. ─ no earlier than 6:53 p.m., for sure.

While doing so, here on my bedside computer I watched an episode of The Guardian ─ episode nine ("The Funnies") of season one.

Until I had eaten, I was swaying towards later watching some T.V. with my brother once he was back home. But upon filling with my supper, I lost that inclination ─ beer after a filling feed loses its appeal.

I wanted earlier to mention that we had quite a lot of rain in the afternoon ─ I would have regretted my earlier walk if it had been timed along with conditions like that.

But it eventually died off in the late afternoon despite seeming as if it was going to be lasting. There seems to be a bit of a breeze or wind wafting into our upstairs windows, so perhaps the rain clouds blew away.

I am of a mind that my brother is likely not going to be the sort of company I will benefit from in seeking to watch any of our shows. It was a risk for me to watch The Guardian on my computer, for sometimes a video can freeze the system and force me to manually shut it down, and then restart it. Naturally, the various tabs I have open on the usually three (sometimes four) different browsers are possibly an additional stress for the old operating system.

If Bev would only stick to watching her own T.V. in the bedroom, I would be able to watch something on T.V. downstairs via our Android TV Box, but it appears I am henceforth going to be denied this casual pastime I always appreciated on the fairly big screen.

If at all interested, my source for The Guardian was this link at Watch-TVSeries.net which presently seems to have all of the seasons and their episodes available for viewing.

I might as well quit this post and publish it. If my brother is not home by 9 p.m., then maybe I will simply retire and rise well into the early a.m. when I can enjoy the peace of no T.V. running downstairs ─ Bev does nothing else but watch T.V. here at home all the time she is not in bed.

I never expected this, but I guess I should have.

When I hear my brother arrive home, I will shut myself up here in my bedroom and listen to determine his state, but I am confident that he will have drunk well to excess.

I still feel a little sad about not acknowledging my wife's birthday to her today. Maybe I can find some small novelty gift in the early morning if I go shopping then ─ possibly an unusual plant or some such, and maybe even a festive balloon.

And now my brother has come home. It is 9:01 p.m. He sounds rather drunk.

💀☠💀☠💀☠ Hopeless Recidivism

Yes, more shame.

As suggested in yesterday's post, I did finally opt to watch some shows with my younger brother once the inebriate was home from the Green Timbers Pub where he had watched Canada beat U.S.A. for gold in the 2025 4 Nations Face-Off.

We were to first watch Bosch ─ episode four ("Who's Lucky Now?") of season two; and The Outpost ─ episode five ("Under Yavalla's Control") of season three.

We also sampled the first two episodes of Wellington Paranormal, but may bother no further with the series. In fact, I am certain we are done with it.

I think that I was able to settle on three cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9%), but four are not exactly impossible. Whatever the case, it had no involvement in why I remained up in dissolution until 3 a.m. or even 3:30 a.m., for I was bound there had I not gotten involved with my brother and began the drinking.

He was already downstairs watching T.V. when I rose around 8:30 a.m.

I knew that Bev had relocated to the living room chesterfield last night after he went to bed; she was apparently still there when he came downstairs this morning.

I've got to find more to physically occupy myself with ─ activity that is edifying, for my life is so damned void of such. Why keep going if this is the best I am to know?

Although my brother and I were to tune in three videos this morning during our shared time watching T.V. via our Android TV Box, we only watched one through to its conclusion. At 55 minutes, it had been published two days ago to Rumble's Canadian Citizens for Charter Rights and Freedoms channel: C3RF "In Hot" interview with Julius Ruechel - Should Canada become the 51st state?

Major Russ Cooper (Ret'd) grills author and analyst Julius Ruechel on his belief that becoming America's 51st state would be like giving Canadians a "get out of jail free" card. Is Canada really so bad that its citizens have no other options in the face of crushing across-the-board tariffs? Could it go its own way with some structural changes that put some much needed checks and balances on a runaway and centralized governance system? Strap in for a very informative ride as options are weighed for Canada's future!

My brother went upstairs for some bed rest comfortably ahead of noon, but Bev was watching T.V. in the bedroom, so he came downstairs to the living room and resorted to the chesterfield. I did not much longer delay my usual early afternoon nap, rising to find that he had left to catch a bus in order to do some social drinking.

Bev was downstairs watching T.V. and of course would be doing so until my brother's return in the evening.

It has been a rather wet day. I had considered possibly some early a.m. exercising overnight (tonight) at the elementary school playground maybe three blocks from here, but I cannot use the playground equipment when the rain makes a secure grip impossible.

So realizing this, after midafternoon I visited our backyard tool shed and had some exercise there: two sets of pull-ups (7-2); three sets of chin-ups (2-2-2); and two sets of pull-ups between the sides of the small child's slide ladder that I have stretched across three of the shed's rafters. After a 30-count break, I then held a loose hang from the ladder's sides for maybe a 50-count.

A while after getting back in the house, I finally used the Reebok exercise pad I bought almost two weeks ago at Walmart Canada. However, all I did on it were 50 leg-raises. But I will seek to be regular with those, increasing my totals. At one time for years, I would do 400 almost daily.

I am considering abandoning my Sabbath observance of non-shopping / non-commerce. Why be a hypocrite? I observe nothing else about the Holy Day except the fast.

Saturday and Sunday mornings are the only two days of a normal week in which I can get away early in the morning on a hike to one of the stores I tend to shop at. They open at 7 a.m. Weekdays are just far, far too busy to be out there walking once the commuters and school kids start making my life a misery.

I am too needful of my privacy.

And trying to double up on Sundays by getting out in the evening is just too demanding. I need both Saturday and Sunday mornings.

If ever God helps me financially to get a secure life remotely somewhere, I will almost eagerly observe the Sabbath. Until then, I have to be realistic about my plight here, awash with masses of people for miles and miles all around me keeping me shut up indoors at home like the neurotic recluse that I cannot deny I am. 

Nevertheless, everything will depend in the coming morning upon my left foot, which since at least November 27 has been afflicted with what I diagnosed as likely being plantar fasciitis. Tomorrow I would like to tackle the 5.625-mile round trip hike to Real Canadian Superstore, seeking to leave here by 6 a.m. To ensure I go, I would need a strong mug of hot coffee with the works.

I will also need to get to bed relatively early this evening, for I intend to set my cellphone alarm for 4 a.m. in order to give me plenty of time over the ensuing two hours to normalize and psyche up for the venture ahead.

I don't like it ─ forsaking my abstention from Sabbath commerce; but my life is an oppressive ─ yet tedious ─ ordeal. If my left foot allows, I must get back into some decent long walks.

Maybe occurrences like last night's misbehaviour will be a little easier to resist.

I think I have said enough for today, so I am going to publish this post and be free to shut myself up into my bedroom once I hear my brother come home. It is 7:05 p.m.   

"Where Is Everybody?"

Yesterday I lacked the time to mention in this blog that in the latter afternoon, I went out to the backyard tool shed before it was yet dark and had some exercise there, intending to exercise further back in the house. Well, my near glee at my totals in the first set of pull-ups seemed to have obliterated all of my intentions for afterwards.

My first two sets of pull-ups (7-2) were followed by two sets of chin-ups (3-3) and then two sets of pull-ups (2-2) between the infant's slide ladder that I have stretched across three rafters and use to exercise with. I had one final set that just involved a loose hang from the ladder's sides for a 40-count.

I had meant to weigh myself full clothed as I had been in the shed, but I totally forgot. I also forgot about the other exercising that I well intended. Part of the blame can go to coming into the kitchen from the backyard and deciding to load up on my supper then to take upstairs with me, rather than coming down later in full view of Bev watching T.V. in the living room (my younger brother had bused away to go social drinking, so she was alone).

Once I brought my supper upstairs here to my bedside computer, I had nearly finished it when I remembered my forgotten further exercising, but by then my belly was too engorged for any such activity.

That day was a bath day, so I still had that chore to get out of the way ─ it is always darned near the loss of an hour, and as a result uses up time that I might have used for anything else such as blogging or even readying to go out to do any local shopping.

Towards the finish of that bath time, I concluded that I was hearing my brother back home, and it proved to be so. He was in far superior condition to his homecoming the day before that.

He was not home as early as that previous day when he was 'stinking drunk', but it was still a lot earlier than is usual. Bev's presence must be forcing his hand to come home earlier than he otherwise would.

Unfortunately for me as I worked on that day's blog post, just past 7:30 p.m. he invited me to join him and begin operating our Android TV Box (he doesn't understand its operation), otherwise he and Bev would only be able to watch whatever they might find of interest through our basic Telus cable package.

Well, I did reluctantly break from my blogging to join them around 7:40 p.m., realizing that I was sacrificing my time because I would thereafter have to sit up into the early a.m. to finish a truncated post and pre-date it to match the day it represented before I published it.

I was just about to select an episode of a series I watch with my brother when Bev said something to my brother along the lines of, "What about my show?"

I enquired of them, and my brother then remembered that at 8 p.m. on Wednesdays she regularly watches The Masked Singer or some such show.

Great, I thought! That would give me plenty of time to work on and complete a proper blog post!

So I cooperatively began backing out of the Android TV Box and setting the T.V. back for their control, while all the time Bev kept exclaiming that I didn't have to be doing that, and that her show didn't matter.

I of course insisted, since I had such valuable personal use of that time. But she chose to assume that I was in a huff and taking high offence for being denied and snubbed of use of the T.V.

I came back upstairs here to my computer and resumed work, but I could hear my brother insisting to her that they would set up her T.V. ─ which had been just sitting on the living room floor since she moved in here early last Saturday evening ─ in the bedroom, and she could watch her show in peace. Even from bed if she so desired!

So up the stairs they came, and she stood in my bedroom doorway profusely apologizing unnecessarily, and making such a fuss that she was not hearing my attempt to explain that I was busy here at my computer and actually needed that time. But she is notoriously semi-deaf and kept over-talking me until I was unable to hide my irritation and shortage of patience, which she of course further attributed to me being angry about being deprived on my T.V. time downstairs.

So I gave up on her. She had been drinking white wine already, and was further obtuse because of it ─ not just due to her semi-deafness.

But once my brother got her set up in his (their) bedroom, he of course renewed his invitation to join him downstairs, so I was back to where I had been before ─ my post was far from anywhere near completion.

I was to tune in six shows before he was finally drunk enough to seek bed ─ these are the shows in this sequence:

• Bergerac ─ episode seven ("Last Chance for a Loser") of season or series one.
• The Graham Norton Show ─ episode 14 of current season or series 32.
• Bodyguard ─ "Episode 5" of its only short season or series.
• Chicago Fire ─ episode 10 ("Something For the Pain") of season 11.
• Chicago P.D. ─ episode 11 ("Long Lost") of season 10.
• My Family ─ episode two ("Shrink Rap") of season or series three.

My brother passed out for almost all of Bergerac; ditto for My Family. He may well have gotten properly to bed in his own bedroom by 1 a.m., but I was up for another hour or so working on the blog post.

Concerning Bergerac, a guest actress named Sarah Douglas has fairly recently gotten some roles in a few big North American action movies, but I am unfamiliar with her. As well, I used as my source for the episode this link at Archive.org.

And on The Graham Norton Show, I was struck by how emaciated Michelle Yeoh's arms and shoulders seemed to be, yet she claims to work out daily. Also, the songstress Griff near the episode's conclusion was unknown to me, but I enjoyed her rousing performance (last night's mascara) ─ even though the opening couple of lines had me doubting her.

I cannot recall if I had three or else four cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) over the evening.

Naturally morning arrived too early, for I rose ere 8 a.m. because I had noticed that it was growing light outside and I was unpleasantly awake ─ returning to sleep would take longer than I had the time for.

As yesterday, my brother never made his appearance until long after I had taken possession of the T.V., so it must have been at least 9:45 a.m. before I heard him in the kitchen. As I believe I may already have said, he did manage to spend the night sharing his bed with Bev, for he descended the stairs when he made his appearance.

Bev never made her own appearance until my brother had returned to the bedroom ahead of noon for some further bed rest.

By then he and I had watched a few videos, beginning with a 10-minute (10:32) video uploaded yesterday to YouTube's AnitaK channel: Eby Axes Grocery Rebate.

BC Premier, David Eby cancel rebate and blames Trump tariffs and breaks major election promise to British Columbians to help with cost of living.

Next was an 11-minute video published yesterday at Rumble's Libertytalkcanada channel: Help STOP BC Government Fentanyl Dealing At Tax Payer Expense!! QUICK ACTION STEP!

The description to that one is rather involved, so please refer to the original source.

After that was a 17-minute (17:40) video uploaded August 2, 2022, to YouTube's History at The OK Corral channel: The Rescue of The Donner Party: A Horrible Ordeal.

Many people think they know the story of the Donner Party, but the truth is far darker and more terrible than most could ever imagine. Join us for our first installment of the true story of one of the most horrific events in human history.

This was followed by a 35-minute video published March 7, 2022, to BitChute's Page Chronicles - TRUTH Will Prevail channel: THE TWILIGHT ZONE - Where Is Everybody? ...1959... (Pilot).

Intro by Rod Serling  (Time: 8:10)
The Twilight Zone, Where Is Everybody, released in 1959, first pilot version, directed by Robert Stevens, written by Rod Serling, starring Earl Holliman, James Gregory and Paul Langton....

Actually, refer to Wikipedia's article for a far more comprehensive description: Where Is Everybody?

We next got into a 1962 black & white British 'coming of age' movie, but only got about 40 or so minutes into it with another hour to go when my brother decided to seek his bed rest, so I will wait until we have watched it all before I report on it.

My wife never came home last night, but she did message me via Facebook a number of times this afternoon. Her birthday is on Saturday, but I have not gotten her anything ─ nor did I for Valentine's Day six days ago.

Consequently when she asked me very politely if she could have $100 because she was going out later today for a birthday dinner, I was okay with making the transfer (she was not to be coming home and thus would not be here to have the money handed to her in cash). I'm just hoping that she was not already partying and throwing money away, for she'll be after more if that's what's going on.

By the way, while I was having my early afternoon nap, my brother and Bev actually went off somewhere together on errands, one of which was to replenish their respective drinking supplies. Then after they returned, he left afoot to catch a bus to engage his usual daily social drinking.

He has not returned as early as he has the previous two days.

I was intending to avoid involvement with him this evening where watching our shows is concerned, but to do so would mean three consecutive days of such avoidance, for I will be unavailable to him until Sunday evening due to my Sabbath fast that commences Friday at dark; and my full intention of rising early a.m. Sunday to be prepared to head out a little later in the a.m. to do some grocery shopping somewhere ─ I will need to be getting to bed at a sensible evening hour Saturday night for the Sunday morning venture.

Perhaps I will 'play it by ear' this evening, unless my brother does not get home until late. If he is back before too much longer, I will assess how he sounds when he speaks out to Bev who has been watching T.V. ever since they got back from their outing. If he's clearly plastered ... well, forget sitting up with the guy!

And wouldn't you know it! As I have been typing these words, I could hear what seemed to be two T.V.s in the house playing. I finally realized that wine-drunk Bev had sneaked upstairs to the bedroom to watch T.V. there leaving the T.V. blaring away in the living room ─ only the two of us are home.

This is getting to be a bit much. I can't even watch my own shows on T.V. anymore because she does nothing else all day! I used to try and watch an episode or even a movie a day if there was any time.

Anyway, that's enough rambling for today. It is 8:32 p.m.

War Hounds

As I recall, I got to bed last evening just past 9 p.m. My younger brother and Bev by then were seemingly approaching drunken insanity. Twice while he was passed out and she was not in the living room, I had sneaked downstairs and dropped the volume on the T.V. to '30' from where she had it at '40'. As I wrote yesterday, my brother and I generally just watch regular T.V. at '25', but Bev has declining hearing. However, my besotted brother was too damned drunk to be aware of the blaring noise, although once I heard her exclaim that she was unable to hear what was playing and that was why she was cranking up the sound.

Is this what my wife, her youngest son, and I can expect from now on with Bev living here?

My wife was not yet home from her full workday when I went to bed, so I had naught to do with her last evening. But the damned noise! It wasn't just the T.V., either.

There came a point when ─ as usual ─ my drunken brother escorted helpless Bev up the stairs to his bedroom for the night, for by then she was drunk herself and practically senseless on her white wine. Then they began bickering. I could tell from his voice that he was only mock participating, but he might as well have been serious because of how loud the roaring was from them both.

She ─ in her hoarse drunken voice ─ began practically shrieking, "You're hurting me!"

I bet the neighbours could hear her. I have no idea what the Hell the two idiots were doing in the bedroom. Apparently my wife was home by then, for she had occasion in the early afternoon today to most distastefully mention to me their loud fighting ─ I know that she is completely fed up with the two of them, and Bev has only been here with us since early Saturday evening!

I find myself avoiding my wife because I do not care to be her means of having a 'whipping boy' to unleash her anger and frustrations upon.

I have no idea how her youngest son is coping ─ maybe by now he is set on moving out. As it is, there is no way that I can handle the three big annual payments that are soon to start hitting between early April and early July ─ not on top of paying the bulk of the fortnightly mortgage payments.

I am so unhappy with life that I would be fine with flash-selling the house, taking virtually no share of what might be left over after the bank takes everything it will feel it is owed, and moving far off alone to maybe just die within the ensuing year. I'm sick of living ─ certainly this life, at any rate.

And the world and Canadian situations are no encouragement to continue living. I'm 75, and not interested in growing more and more vulnerable and impotent as I age further.

I did not require my cellphone alarm to get me up overnight. I believe that I had it set for 4 a.m., but I rose around 3 a.m. It had been my intention to get ready and walk the three or so blocks over to the nearby elementary school playground to get in some pull-ups and chin-ups. Heck, I even got all dressed to go, not feeling at all concerned about the very light rain taking place.

And then it dawned upon me that even with the light rain, I would unable to exercise on the wet equipment because it would be impossible to wipe any jungle gym monkey bars dry enough to securely exercise with when the rain was ongoing.

What the Hell was wrong with me that this did not occur to me before I almost left?

I had only eaten once yesterday, so I fixed up a hearty meal of leftovers, and ate it here at my bedside computer before eventually returning to bed ─ probably between 5:15 - 5:30 a.m. I figured that I would be able to engage my missed exercise out in the backyard tool shed in the afternoon, for by then my meal would have well settled.

I am unsure now when next I rose ─ maybe soon past 7 a.m. A little past 9 a.m. I opted to watch some T.V. By then my youngest stepson was up and starting his at-home workday (he works via computer from home four of the five usual weekdays) in his den area.

I wondered on my brother, suspecting that yet again he would have chosen to sleep in the small area adjacent to the den area ─ a tiny section shut off from the den area where my eldest stepson used to occupy as his bedroom, but he finally moved out just over a week ago to share a year-leased apartment with his girlfriend.

His younger brother wants that area to use as an office, so he is not in the least willing to accept that my brother or Bev are going to have it as a second or alternate bedroom. And he has been threatening to me and his mother that he is willing to move out, although I know the prospect is daunting due to costs of living on his own.

It proved that I suspected correctly ─ my brother had slept downstairs, finally showing his face just ahead of 10 a.m.

I finished watching what I had on, and the began using our Android TV Box to tune in our usual shows beginning with an 18-minute video published two days ago to Rumble's Libertytalkcanada channel: Will Fauci Finally Get PROSECUTED Via The State Level? 17 State Attorneys General Are Trying.

Fauci is NOT pardoned at the STATE level. I Read Out The Official Letter/ Information. I also show clips...

Refer to the actual video description for link references. I am short on time.

Next was a 19-minute (19:31) video uploaded February 16 to YouTube's AnitaK channel: Pierre's Canada First Rally and Marc Miller's Donut Flop!

Mainstream kept saying hundreds showed up, I believe it was thousands. When will they learn not to lie. I break down Global National's coverage by David Akin and my old employer, Global News.

Then it was on to five videos that I had previously recorded ─ I never dreamed my brother would keep me sitting there till after 1:30 p.m. playing and watching so much!

I cannot recall the sequence these were watched, but I do remember which was the last of them.

There was a 44-minute (44:13) video published December 15, 2020, to BitChute's bluedemon218 channel: Ted Bundy II The Death Row Tapes.

Confessions From A Serial Killer. Watch The First Video Though. If You Enjoy This Probably Checkout The TOOLBOX KILLERS or Toy Box Killer.

A nine-minute (9:26) video uploaded June 18, 2022, to YouTube's Dates and Dead Guys channel: The HORRIFYING War Hounds of the Conquistadors: How the Spanish used dogs to terrorize the New World. 

During the 16th century the Spanish Conquistadors viciously worked to conquer the New World. We generally credit the use of guns, germs, steel, and horses to their success but in the shadows of history was another factor. War Hounds. The Spanish used hundreds of dogs, mostly massive mastiffs and lightning fast greyhounds to intimidate, maul, and terrorize the native populations. In this episode I examine the impact the dogs had during the age of Spanish conquest.

Again, refer to the actual description for a couple of literary references.

A 24-minute (24:20) video uploaded August 2, 2013, to YouTube's The Best Film Archives channel: The CIA's Secret Operations in Laos During the Vietnam War | Documentary |1970.

This documentary is an exploration of the CIA's secret operations in Laos during the 1960s. The film represents the U.S. foreign policy toward Laos and the Central Intelligence Agency's involvement in the Vietnam conflict.

There is more to the actual video description, so go there if at all interested.

A 45-minute (45:54) video published November 4, 2020, to BitChute's bluedemon218 channel: The Las Vegas Massacre (Actual Footage).

Compilation Broken Down Into Three Parts.

On the evening of October 1, 2017, Stephen Paddock, a 64-year-old man from Mesquite, Nevada, opened fire upon the crowd attending the Route 91 Harvest music festival on the Las Vegas Strip in Nevada. Between 10:05 and 10:15 p.m. PDT, he fired more than 1,000 rounds of ammunition from his 32nd floor suites in the Mandalay Bay Hotel, killing 60 people[a] and wounding 411, with the ensuing panic bringing the injury total to 867. About an hour later, Paddock was found dead in his room from a self-inflicted gunshot wound. His motive remains officially undetermined.

And finally, the 51-minute (51:37) premiere episode of an old T.V. series; my source had been published April 30, 2022, to BitChute's Page Chronicles - TRUTH Will Prevail channel: The Prisoner: Arrival ... (S1-E1) - Full Episode - 1967.

You can read Wikipedia's description of The Prisoner if interested. I used to watch a lot of the series, but never found it satisfying because of the main character's inability to ever outwit his captors until the very final episode. However, I do not recall that I ever watched the pilot episode. Now that I have, I am left with no desire to revisit the series further ─ it was decidedly hoaky.

I have just learned that a woman seemingly attempting to help "the Prisoner" was played by actress Virginia Maskell, who died at the age of 31.

I have to get to bed. I got drawn into watching evening shows with my brother relatively early and on into the a.m. of February 20, but I am going to pre-date this post to the relevant Wednesday (February 19), and shall do my best to fill in more about what I am omitting when next I post.

It is 2:32 a.m.