Things Fall Apart

Perhaps I ought not to have watched that Christmas movie as late into the early evening as I did yesterday, for it was already a little past 11 p.m. before I got to bed. I did set my cellphone alarm for 3 a.m., but ultimately I was to have a downturn in general well-being that influenced me to cancel the alarm and to instead seek to sleep in as best I could.

It is possible some of that downturn arose because of a thwarted desire to use the toilet somewhere into the earliest a.m., but seeing that the hallway light outside my bedroom door was on. I think that I opened my door to risk a peek, and I could see that my wife's bedroom door was partly open and her bedroom light on. Also, I think that the bathroom was occupied.

So I returned to bed and uncomfortably spent 1 - 1½ hours at best achieving only superficial sleep.

All was in darkness thereafter, and I used the toilet; but it was around 1:30 a.m. and I felt to have declined far too much to care to be getting up at 3 a.m. for any activity ─ even a measly one-mile walk to work my damaged right leg.

The pursuit of a restorative long sleep seemed sage; and it was to be just after 7 a.m. when next I checked the time. I still did lay abed a while, but I believe I opted to rise around 7:30 a.m. ─ certainly well before 8 a.m.

My younger brother was to rise towards 8:30 a.m., but I didn't join him for any T.V. until well after 9 a.m. By then I think he had his fill of mainstream morning T.V. and so he invited me to put our Android TV Box into action.

First off, I had two videos lined up, both of which had been added yesterday to YouTube's AnitaK channel:

• Me and Shadoe talk election results. (33:34)

• Did Liberal Boomers Blow it for Canada? with Dan Freeman (17:44)

After those, I tuned in two other videos from other sources, both of which I found disappointing, so I will not mention them.

Then I struck some gold with a 1¾-hour (1:49:00) video streamed two days ago to Rumble's Tucker Carlson channel: Catherine Fitts: Bankers vs. the West, Secret Underground Bases, and the Oncoming Extinction Event.

Former Bush administration official Catherine Austin Fitts on how America’s leaders gave up on the country in the 1990s, began stealing trillions and built a digital prison to control the population.

We actually only made it to the 42-minute mark before my brother wanted his bed rest, but he requested we "save it" to finish watching ─ probably tomorrow.

My wife never had to work today, but she rose around 10:30 a.m. and then left on one or more errands around 11 a.m.

My day's first meal was to be the last half of a dish of hers that had comprised yesterday's first meal of that day. Then just when I could hear my brother stirring in his bedroom and my wife entering the house and fussing in the kitchen, I finally sought my needed nap.

Apparently he drove off on one or more errands; and soon after my nap was over with maybe around 2:30 p.m., he was back; then he soon enough left on foot to use public transit and engage his daily essential social drinking.

The day has been a blend of clouds and sunshine, but not worthwhile sunning weather ─ too many extensive clouds. However, it's been a day of some gardening catch-up for my wife.

At present it is 4:43 p.m., and I am going to take a lengthy break from this post.

★★★

Mayhaps it was around 6 p.m. that my wife wordlessly left.

Awhile later when I was rounding up my second and final day's meal, my youngest stepson approached me in the kitchen about the mortgage, apologizing about not immediately being able to help until he gets paid next week.

He's a darned good young man, and I hate how angry and undeniably selfish I sometimes feel at his expense, though without him being aware. Even my consideration of a relatively imminent departure and demise somewhere other than here in Surrey is a selfish action.

Anyway, when 8 p.m. arrived and passed and my brother was still not back from his social drinking, I shut myself up here in my bedroom and tuned in a show here on my bedside computer. This evening's choice was Black Lightning ─ episode eight ("The Book of Ruin: Chapter Three: Things Fall Apart") of season four.

It was exciting and interesting enough, but I was never touched emotionally. I even made my can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) last so long that I could have even tuned in a sitcom, but I decided instead to complete this post with the remaining beer to enjoy as I worked.

It'll be good to finally have gotten to the end of this series. But if interested in this episode, my flawless source was this GOOJARA.to link.

Last evening my brother evidently left me his monthly expenses reconciliation cheque on the living room coffee table ─ I saw it there this morning. It's only for $154.31, but I am planning on making the 1½-mile or so round trip to my financial institution's nearest ATM to deposit it well before dawn. To best enable the trip, I am considering setting my cellphone alarm for 2:30 a.m.

On my return walk, I may even stop in at the elementary school playground where I used to get in sets of pull-ups and chin-ups on my wee a.m. walks. I tried the backyard tool shed this latter afternoon, using the ladder to a child's slide ─ the ladder is stretched across some rafters in the shed, and has been for years.

It took some care due to my damaged leg to climb up onto an old chair so that I could reach the ladder. Using one of its quite thick-diameter sides, I tried twice to do a pull-up, but could not complete even one. I have grown so weak since injuring my knee March 1st and being unable to exercise.

But I did manage a chin-up. However, after a 30-count, a second one was a failure. But I did hold a dead hang for a 45-count while gripping each side of the ladder after failing to do a pull-up between the two sides.

This is really pathetic.

If it's not raining and I can get a playground jungle gym monkey bar dry of any condensation, maybe being able to actually grip a bar ─ instead of cupping my hands over it like I have to do with the tool shed slide's sides ─ will see a slightly better performance.

Incidentally, when Black Lightning was done, I opened my bedroom door and peeked downstairs to see if my brother was yet home ─ he was, and watching T.V. with Bev.

I intend to get to bed long before 10 p.m., so I am going to judge this post complete and publish it now at 9:24 p.m.

Hope

My wife came home last night at some point following her long day of work at the Thai restaurant where she is employed, but I never certainly heard her. My first proof was when I rose just ahead of 3 a.m. ─ again not requiring the 3 a.m. alarm setting to get me up ─ and opened my bedroom door to use the toilet; she was just about to shut herself up into the bathroom.

She hadn't noticed me, though, so I awaited my turn behind my closed bedroom door.

I had my approximate one-mile walk to work my bad leg, finding it quite wet outside from recent rain, and once under a street light I noticed that a very fine spray of rain was occurring, but it was essentially imperceptible physically.

Only after I returned home did I involve myself here at my bedside computer, discovering the absolutely devastating headline: "Liberals Triumph!"

I did not need to read further. Either the election was stolen; or else most Canadians are beyond stupid, unless they lived somewhere else this past decade. I am ashamed and disgusted having to live among them, but I am a prisoner of debt and responsibilities that make it impossible for me to get the Hell away, for I cannot imagine years more of Liberal tyranny and rapacious taxation.

Had I a major lottery win freeing me up to remove myself, I could see moving to some hypothetical Alaskan border town that had a Canadian town on the other side of the border. I would use the Canadian town as my address via a postal box, but live on the American side because of their liberty in regards to firearms, and to be able to have easy access to life-saving medications like ivermectin, fenbednazole, mebendazole, and so forth ─ medications Canada prohibits because we are expected to die or else completely rely upon expensive patented / proprietary Pharmaceutical Industry treatments that are improperly tested and likely deadly.

I don't know if it was the election results, but when I returned to bed around 5:30 a.m., sleep was maddeningly elusive. I never managed to fall deep. Once I checked the time barely ahead of 7 a.m. and found that result consterning, for I was so sleepless that it was appalling that I wanted to somehow reproduce the amount of time I had already spent in bed, and it was seemingly unbearable.

Nevertheless, I think I staved off rising until maybe as late as 8:18 a.m., and just before my younger brother emerged from his bedroom to go downstairs for coffee and some T.V. news.

As usual, I waited until a little after 9 a.m. before joining him, fixing up my day's first mug of instant coffee. I think that by then he had pretty much got his fill of watching election results talk, so he invited me to put our Android TV Box into action.

I tuned in nothing election related.

First was a 1½-hour (1:28:35) video streamed yesterday to YouTube's Redacted channel: EUROPE'S BLACKOUT CRISIS "Nothing works!" & Israel's Silent War vs Iran just got worse | Redacted.

Next I sampled a 27-minute (27:43) video that was "part 20" of a series that we will not be delving into any further ─ there are apparently 34 parts in total. The video we watched had been published earlier today to BitChute's ittabena channel: The German Holocaust - Ernst Zundel - Part 20.

I have no doubt that much of what Ernst Zundel says is true, but I also disbelieve the near nobility claimed of Hitler and the German military personnel.

We finished our T.V. with the second or so half of the movie we had postponed from late yesterday morning. It was supposed to have had Annie Murphy in a bit role identified as both "Sarah" and "Woman", but I never noticed her.

The movie was 2007's Lethal Obsession. Apparently it has also been titled No Brother of Mine.

I had actually recorded the movie some while back, and now do not know my source, but it can be watched at this OK.ru link without concern of advertisement popups or anything like that, although one day this may change at the website ─ I sure hope not, for I use it quite a lot.

Lead actress Kellie Martin is unknown to me, but she is familiar ─ I am sure I have seen her work before.

The movie had a totally unexpected twist near its finish.

I also want to mention that Kellie Martin's T.V. husband seemed a decent enough guy ─ apart from his weakness for the woman he kept a recurring affair going on with; but when he displayed the craven cowardice that he did towards the movie's finish, I felt disgust for him. I can't imagine being that cowardly and self-preserving.

My wife had another full workday today, so she emerged from her bedroom around 9:30 a.m. to shower and otherwise ready for another long day, and then she left us a little past 10 a.m.

There was no rain today that I noticed, and sometimes we have had some sunshine. But not enough for any serious sunning, had I budgeted the time.

Right now it is 4:03 p.m. and I am going to take a considerable break. First on my agenda will be some exercising of my bad leg, as well as the two sets of four isometric static 'movements' that I have of late adopted.

★★★

My brother never showed up (via public transit) from his essential daily social drinking until well past 8 p.m.; so after he seemed settled in with T.V. with Bev and appeared to me to be passing out, I shut myself up into my bedroom, deciding to watch a Christmas movie because I had a bit of a hankering for two cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol).

I watched 2018's Hope at Christmas. I truly enjoyed it. I even liked the unusually handsome leading man played by an actor unknown to me ─ he was Ryan Paevey.

The leading actress seemed familiar, but not her name ─ Scottie Thompson. However, I am quite certain I have seen her work before. There was a point, though, somewhere around midway through this movie when she made a facial expression while saying something uncertain like, "Well...?" when she reminded me entirely of another actress whom I could envision in just a single close-up where she, too, looked uncertain, and said something similar.

I knew this second actress so damned well, but I couldn't nail who she was without further visual context, yet none would come.

I kept worrying over it in my mind.

Eventually full recognition came to light ─ I was reminded of actress Melissa O'Neil most recently as officer Lucy Chen of The Rookie. To me, their voices are practically identical, and even Scottie Thompson often profiled the same facial expressions ─ only her leonine eyes were truly unique to her.

As an aside, until now I have always believed that it was Melissa O'Neil who was the female lead in the 2012 - 2016 T.V. series Beauty & the Beast, but it was Kristin Kreuk.

But getting back to Hope at Christmas, Scottie Thompson's character's young daughter was played by actress Erica Tremblay, and she was a fabulous boost to my enjoyment of this movie.

My emotions were definitely affected during the latter half of the movie and especially into my second can of beer ─ I did a heck of a lot of snuffling.

If interested, my flawless source was again an OK.ru link.

Anyway, my brother must have been seated at the dining table when I sought relief before getting to bed, for no one was in view downstairs in the living room. It would appear that I shall be having another early a.m. walk for exercise of my bad leg ─ I may actually go to the elementary school playground three or so blocks away if it is not raining, and try and exercise my arms, shoulders, and torso with whatever pull-ups and chin-ups that are within my ability any longer after nigh two months away from such regular exercise.

So that's it for today at 10:41 p.m.

Killers of Men

It is already nearly 8 p.m., so I must abbreviate this post. My younger brother returned around 6:45 p.m. via public transit from his daily social drinking, and it was just then that I decided to delay no longer my scheduled bath ─ a most tedious waste of time, I feel.

To be succinct concerning my day, I had my early mile or so walk to work my damaged right leg, rising at 2:38 a.m. and thus not requiring my 3 a.m. cellphone alarm.

I managed to get back to bed by 5 a.m., and remained there until well past 8:30 a.m. ─ I think it was nearer 9 a.m.

Upon joining my brother for T.V. and getting his invitation to put our Android TV Box into action, I led us off with a 21-minute (21:46) video uploaded yesterday to YouTube's AnitaK channel: How will they count your vote? + Tragedy in Vancouver.

I won't mention the second video ─ it was a bore, basically.

Third was a five-minute (4:54) video published yesterday to Rumble's klaTVEnglish channel: The new world order: Cyborgs as a weapon against citizens? | www.kla.tv/19767.

While the world is still in the middle of the Corona crisis, the extremely influential World Economic Forum, or WEF for short, already has concrete plans for how the world should develop afterwards. With the "Great Reset" and the related "Fourth Industrial Revolution" everything is intended to develop for the better.
▬ IN TEXT FORM WITH SOURCES: https://www.kla.tv/19767

Then it was a 15-minute (15:05) video published yesterday to BitChute's Progressive Truth Seekers channel: Don’t Believe A Word These Hypocrites Say On Climate Change – Neil Oliver.

April 27, 2025

U.S. EMPIRE - FOLLOW THE MONEY

The Jimmy Dore Show

Neil Oliver outlines the insufferable fools that are constructing the path to Agenda 2030 and the World Economic Forum dictates that form the baseline to “save the planet” from climate change.

Nothing less than our way of life is under threat now. A population distracted by propaganda about one existential threat after another – pandemics, nuclear war, climate crisis – is being herded into an unrecognizable future.

What was done in the name of Covid was grotesque – a violation of the rights of billions of people. Having seen what they can get away with, our so-called leaders have moved on, broadening their scope, as greedy for more as kids left unsupervised in a sweetie shop.

What is happening now, all around us, is the relentless erosion not just of our rights and liberties, but of our lives. It is so blatant – what’s happening – it’s hard to see it for what it is, which is bare-faced daylight robbery.

After Covid, the C-word that’s supposed to be on everyone’s lips… drummed into us night and day by the same complicit media that drives everything else… is climate – Climate crisis, in fact. Two c-words for the price of one.

After that came an 11-minute (11:52) video uploaded July 2, 2022, to YouTube's Dates and Dead Guys channel: KILLERS OF MEN: The Fierce Amazon Women Were Real?

The Amazons are legend in the history of Ancient Greece. Described as “the daughters of Ares.” And the “Equals of men” these women lived in their own villages, among which is their capital, Themyscira.  The city was said to be fortified on the Thermodon River. Here the women lived free of men but in a region inhabited by barbarians and man-eating cannibals who know no law or justice. They maintained their independence by being fierce warriors. The neighboring Scythians called them Oiorpata, meaning the “killers of men”. They were experts on the horse and with bows and Javelins. No man was permitted to stay in their cities. To maintain their population they captured men from neighboring tribes in order to conceive children. If a pregnancy resulted in a girl, she would be raised as a warrior. If it was a boy, it would be abandoned or killed. They don’t marry. To marry would mean they cease being an Amazon.

The description of the Amazons above was used in the opening of this episode. Questions exist to this day on whether they were myth or a real people. The Histories recorded tell an interesting story and recent archeological evidence is compelling. Watch the video and decide for yourself. Were the Amazons real? And if they were, what happened to them?

Thereafter we got into a movie, but had to cut it off deep into it so my brother could have some bed rest.

I had my day's first meal, but resisted seeking a nap because I wanted to give my brother a short shopping list if he was going to go shopping and said as much.

When he later emerged from his bedroom, he dallied longer just watching some T.V. with Bev, finally getting her to go upstairs to change clothes in order to come with him.

And they left, but he still had not said aught to me. All I could do was hope that a previous direction I gave him to buy me two litres of whipping cream any time he went shopping would be recalled. But I had to remain up to find out.

It was after 3 p.m. by the time he returned. And yes, I had cream! Finally ─ it feels like it's been 10 days or even two weeks!

It had begun raining in the morning, and was going pretty darned good when they left to shop. Nevertheless, the rain did not prevent him from heading off afoot for that bus so he could do some drinking.

In other news, my wife had a full work day today, so she emerged from her bedroom around 9:40 a.m. to shower and otherwise ready, and shortly after 10 a.m. left on her rather long drive.

Also, my monthly pension was directly deposited today.

I am going to break here at 8:17 p.m. and shut myself up in my bedroom to watch something here on my bedside computer while enjoying a Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol). My brother had his chance to enlist me to watch some of our shows downstairs, but he has failed to do that.

★★★

I gave a new (to me) series a shot ─ The Carrie Diaries. Obviously, it was the "Pilot" episode of season one. I was a tad reluctant to try it out, but danged if I didn't really enjoy it!

I had never before heard of lead actress AnnaSophia Robb, but she was a doll, and of course the reason I got so much enjoyment from the episode. But my fatherly persona was unhappy with choices her character was making, including not being put off by her older new Black city friend's nonchalance about shoplifting ─ I despise thieves.

It will be interesting to see how this new friend ─ Larissa ─ reacts upon learning that Carrie is only 16 and not some employed member of a law firm.

I was never into Sex and the City, although I may have watched some of it here and there for want of anything of more interest to me. As I remember, only actress Kim Cattrall was of much appeal to me.

I'm apparently enjoying The Carrie Diaries, so I reckon I will stick with it.

If interested, my source was this GOOJARA.to link, and it was flawless.

Bev and my brother are still watching T.V. downstairs, so I reckon I will just get to bed relatively early. As I said, he had his chance with me, and now I no longer feel like sitting up. I never had a second meal today, so that beer is being felt.

By the way, when I was stripped down for my bath, despite my earlier filling meal, I weighed something under 176 pounds.

I never exercised at all today, apart from that very early walk. My late nap screwed up everything ─ this is not something I can be doing on bath days because my damned baths consume so much time in themselves.

Enough blogging for today. It is 10 p.m., and as yet my wife is not home.

The Auguries

Alas, I believed myself finally capable of braving an early Sunday morning walk to the grocery store about four blocks away, timing myself to arrive there around its 8 a.m. opening. Thus, I dispensed with rising too early and having any other sort of walk to work my damaged right leg.

So much for good intentions.

I got embroiled with a response to an E-mail from a Texas woman sent to me yesterday morning. Before I knew it, I noticed the time to be 7:45 a.m., and I had not even begun to dress for the outing, nor otherwise ready. There was no way possible for me to get it all done and comfortably make it to the store anywhere around 8 a.m., let alone a little before.

I had thought that I could take a backpack as well as my five-foot staff, hiding them in shrubbery behind the shopping plaza if I could be certain no one was in the vicinity, but the later becomes the morning, the less safe such a cache would be.

I cannot bear a heavy load in both hands with my bum and weak leg, and I need my right hand free to bear the staff for any possible assistance in walking. This all needed working out.

And so I never went.

I had risen around 5:30 a.m., finding my youngest stepson to be up. When I went downstairs to boil water for a hearty mug of instant coffee to help wake me up, I was to learn that he was going to SkyTrain downtown with his girlfriend to participate in a Sun Run being held this morning. But he didn't know what to expect due to the deliberate vehicular homicide last evening in that same area when an Asian man drove his vehicle through attendees at the Philippine Lapu Lapu Day festival, killing at least 11 people.

People this sick do not deserve to live among us ─ he's had enough chances, and needs to be removed.

Anyway, my stepson left right around 8 a.m.

My younger brother emerged from his bedroom very shortly before 9 a.m., thwarting my intention to take possession of the T.V. at that point. But he was not to immediately watch T.V., for he collected the Sunday morning edition of The Province that I subscribe to, and he sat at the dining table going through it.

Since I did not want to disturb him by turning on the T.V., and because I suffered a decline for want of more sleep, I chose to lie in bed with my eyes covered to rest them until I eventually heard the T.V. playing.

I don't think that it was quite near 9:30 a.m. by then.

I watched maybe 10 minutes of T.V. news with him, and when it became apparent that the same details of the vehicular homicide were being aired over and over, he turned the T.V. over to me so that I could operate our Android TV Box.

I led us off with a 10-minute (10:04) video uploaded yesterday to YouTube's The WhatsHerFace Show channel: I FOUND the news FAKING a story!

I made a SHOCKING discovery last week while doing research for a video. I stumbled across a clip where a news outlet seemingly scripted a segment for a perpetrator of a senseless attack. In the clip, the newscaster can clearly be seen mouthing the words spoken by the young black man who committed the attacks. So the question becomes, how often does this happen and why are news outlets so focused on diminishing or suppressing black on white crimes?

With this question in mind I explore the bias we are seeing in the media and the fear white victims are facing of being labeled racist if they decide to speak out.

Then I tuned in the hour-long (1:06:11) video we had not quite watched 15 minutes of yesterday. It had been streamed two days ago to Rumble's Tucker Carlson channel: Patrick Lancaster From the Frontlines of Ukraine/Russia War: Kamikaze Drones & Attacks on Christians.

Over the past years, countless American journalists have embedded with Zelensky’s military. On the Russian side, there’s only one: Patrick Lancaster.

A couple of days ago we had gotten maybe halfway through an hour-long (1:04:52) video that was streamed May 20, 2022, so I continued with it at Rumble's America's Untold Stories channel: Jonas Salk vs Albert Sabin - The War on Polio.

In the first half of the 20th century, the horrid disease of Polio was ravaging the United States and developed world. There were two scientist racing for a cure in the war against the disease and each other - Jonas Salk and Albert Sabin.

I do not know why Rumble is presently not displaying the streaming year ─ it only indicates "May 20".

And we finished up with a 44-minute (44:34) video published July 21, 2019, to BitChute's Adaneth channel: Julius Caesar | Master of the Roman World.

A 1993 History Documentary written and directed by Phil Grabsky, narrated by Jack Perkins (for USA broadcast).

Julius Caesar turned military victories into political power. His ambition created a colossal empire, and he gave his name to the rulers who succeeded him. From his strategic brilliance to the Ides of March this documentary examines the legendary ruler whose genius and determination forged an empire that would stand for centuries.

Thereafter 'twas time for some bed rest for my brother. I was very in need of more sleep, but I refrained from seeking a nap until well beyond 2 p.m., not realizing that the cloudy morning gave way to a brilliant sunny afternoon in which I could have extended the gorgeous blush I acquired yesterday afternoon. But a weather prediction yesterday listed today as being overcast, and that was what I was expecting.

I was too in need of sleep to sun, and when I napped and rose afterwards, it was well past 3:30 p.m. ─ yesterday I ceased my sunning at 3:38 p.m., so it was senseless to attempt any this late into the afternoon. Not in late April, but certainly in July I could have still sunned.

My supper this evening is primarily at my youngest stepson's expense, including three slices of pizza (I had sneaked a piece earlier to add to my day's first meal). But if he is giving me three pieces for my supper, then he clearly never missed the piece I ate before.

I am now going to take a break from this post a little before 8 p.m. and eat.

★★★

It was nearly 9 p.m. before my brother showed up following his public transit off to engage his daily social drinking this afternoon.

With no desire to become entangled with him at that hour, I shut myself into my bedroom and used my bedside computer to locate a source for Westworld ─ specifically premiere episode one ("The Auguries") of season four.

The series is almost gratuitously violent and gruesome, and I agree that it devolved from the first season. It became essentially disconnected with far too many gaps and inexplicable twists that we are just supposed to accept.

Still, it is very interesting and thrillingly dramatic, but it ─ this episode ─ never touched me emotionally.

If interested, my source was this GOOJARA.to link, and it played flawlessly.

I hope to have an overnight walk to exercise my bad leg, so the plan is to be getting up at 3 a.m. However, I find myself having to retire sans use of the toilet because my youngest stepson is having what must be at least his second shower today ─ this becomes most annoying. He is very adept at showering just when I want to get to bed at night; or else in the wee a.m. when I get up with the intention of having a walk.

Again, it is most bloody annoying.

Anyway, the time is 10:28 p.m., so I shall seek to make do without a final use of the toilet and get myself to bed instead.

Last Vermont Christmas

My wife arrived home during the short period spanning when I published yesterday's post and then got to bed, which I think could not have been much worse than 10:30 p.m. Because I remained shut up in my bedroom, she and I never saw one another nor communicated.

I was not to require my 3 a.m. cellphone alarm, for a point arrived when I felt suspiciously well rested, so I checked the time in case my alarm had failed and it was long past 3 a.m.

It was only 2:27 a.m., but I decided to rise then rather than just waste the remaining time lying in bed unable to sleep.

I kept my bedroom door closed initially, but I was almost certain that I heard movement in my younger brother's bedroom, and then someone going downstairs and even opening the front door to briefly go outside. And then maybe return upstairs.

When I did finally open my bedroom door, it was to discover that my youngest stepson was still up.

He was still up by the time I had readied for my walk to challenge my damaged right leg. At that juncture he was farting about in the kitchen, microwaving something, so I waited until he had returned to his den area. Then I slipped away, basically reproducing the previous night's walk of approximately a mile.

The lad had gone to bed by the time of my return.

I think it was probably just past 6 a.m. before I returned to my own bed.

I cannot recall just when I next rose, but I did so early enough that due to my brother's tardy emergence from his bedroom, I had just managed to get possession of the T.V. barely past 9 a.m.

Using our Android TV Box, I tuned in a nearly hour-long (57:23) video published April 24 to Rumble's Libertytalkcanada channel: The Corrupt OFFICIALLY REFUSE TO LIST The Chemicals In Ejectable Flares! (Geoengineering).

Public Records Act but they are officially blocking YOU from seeing 8 chemicals on the MSDS Sheets. They admit to raining chemicals... but are trying their hardest to block YOU from knowing what you are inhaling. Kat shows this, and also discusses how the Carney carbon credit scams are actually hurting the environment and more...
Kat's bitchute channel: https://www.bitchute.com/mellowkat and burnedthemovie.com

Northern Perspective Show: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KmjUWaMr4Xo&t=22s

At the video's conclusion, my brother announced that he was heading off to the government liquor store two miles hence to stock up on beer for himself, and another four-litre box of white wine for Bev, so I had a hiatus.

I doubt if it was much past 10 a.m.

Meantime, my wife rose to shower. My brother was back when she came downstairs; but then she speedily left without explanation. I thought it was probably just to shop, but she never did return.

I rarely know what's going on with the woman.

Anyway, I had tuned in a second video for my brother and I; then after maybe 15 minutes he announced that he was having to leave ─ this time to catch a bus to rendezvous at noon with a drinking buddy, thereby commencing his daily social drinking. And off he went at 11 a.m. at latest.

I spent a little while here at my bedside computer, Bev meanwhile emerging from their bedroom to watch T.V. for the remainder of her day; and then barely into noon I sought a nap.

When I later roused, although I now do not recollect the details of a dream I was having, I rose still thinking that some elements of the dream were still currently in play.

It was a little bizarre because I was not even living here, and it was a little disorienting.

With lots of sunshine outside, and seeing that tomorrow is predicted to be cloudy with some rain during the work week, I opted to ensure I put in some sunning just as I did yesterday. So at exactly 2 p.m. out in the backyard, I was to stay in the sunshine barefooted, shirtless, and with my sweatpants rolled up, until 3:38 p.m. before wrapping things up.

Before coming into the house, I performed a rather strenuous dead hang in the backyard tool shed for a 45-count. Maybe I should have first tried a pull-up or chin-up to see how far removed I am from being able to perform them ever since my March 1st leg accident that has left me lame and not exercising.

At some point Bev had locked me out, so I had to go around to the front door to get into the house. The weird thing is that she said she knew I was out there ─ she just automatically locked the sliding glass door to our backyard sundeck without thinking.

Towards the end of the afternoon I worked my bad leg a little, and even did two sets of four isometrics static 'movements' ─ I recently began doing the isometrics a week to 10 days ago, I suppose. The four 'movements' just involve first trying to pull my hands apart for a 30-count; then interlocking my fingers and trying to compress my palms together with as much force as I can focus for another 30-count.

Then with my left hand upturned in front of my stomach, and my forearm horizontal, I use my right hand to press down on my left palm and then force with all I can muster to do a curl with the oppressed left arm for a 30-count. And I finish by doing the same thing with my right palm upturned and held down with my left hand.

When I first began doing these, I was not focusing all of the strength and force that I am now managing. I am becoming better at it. I suspect that I can progress into applying even more force, but already I am struggling to keep breathing and not just hold my breath and burst a blood vessel in my brain, heart, or somewhere else ─ especially when I am compressing my two clasped hands together (the second exercise), for that 'movement' involves hunkering tight and straining my entire body. I cannot actually breathe correctly because my compacted rib cage is preventing my lungs from expanding, so I am only able to do little almost shallow gaspings; but I hope it's enough to keep my blood pressure at a survivable level.

I am 75 years old, after all. Who knows what defects lurk within me?

I have to confess that with the sunshine blush my torso now has, I look surprisingly and unrealistically muscular and fit attired just in a pair of underwear briefs while doing those late afternoon exercises.

And this seems a good place to have a break from this post ─ it is 6:16 p.m.

★★★

Barely past 8:30 p.m., with my brother still not back home yet, I shut myself up into my bedroom and found a source on my bedside computer for a Christmas movie ─ and the two cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) that it would justify.

The movie was 2018's Last Vermont Christmas ─ apparently also called The Last Christmas Home.

It took well into the second can of beer before anything in the movie actually sparked some visible emotion in me ─ a scene where leading actress Erin Cahill's character walks in on her youngest sister (played by actress Catherine Corcoran) singing.

Better was ahead, and generated some tearful resigned soul-searching in me.

Incidentally, Catherine Corcoran does sing, so maybe she really did sing in the Christmas movie. But her speaking voice completely belies that ability, for it is sort of a combination of broken and squeaky. 

Now, actress Erin Cahill's name appears in this blog's "labels", so I have watched her act before; I just have no idea what show it may have been. In checking her acting credits, maybe 2016's Sleigh Bells Ring?

When I read a write-up for Last Vermont Christmas that stated Erin Cahill's character was returning to her home town with her teen daughter, I full expected that it was going to be some put-out brat who never wanted to be going there. But that was not the role of Samarah Conley, who did not appear to me to be anywhere near as old as 13 as yet. Her character was a pure joy throughout the movie.

IMDb's movie write-up claims in its "Goofs" section the following:

The movie takes place in Vermont just before Christmas, but it was shot in the State of New York. However, the only time you see December and winter in the movie is in the stock footage as it was shot in the spring. Production used a lot of artificial snow to hide it in the close shots, but wide shots always reveal a lot of beautiful green deciduous trees, and bushes everywhere. Also you can see snow on green tree leaves, too. Furthermore, loud bird singing is heard through the day in the outdoor scenes and birds don't sing in the autumn and winter.

Perhaps it was because I was not watching the movie on a big T.V. screen, but I noticed nothing of these claims ─ nor did I ever notice any birds singing. I was a believer that the movie was taking place in December.

My source for the movie was this VIDsrc.net link; although it played flawlessly, anytime my cursor touched the video screen, it resulted in a new and very much unwanted advertisement that would drag me into a new browser tab. I quickly killed the tabs anytime it happened. Just be warned.

It finished around 10 p.m., by which time my brother had been home awhile. As I close this post at 10:52 p.m. with the intention of getting to bed very soon, after the two cans of Cariboo Malt and the late hour, even if my brother was sober, I have no desire to continue my evening.

I am regretting that I cannot continue sunning tomorrow!

Memories of Christmas

Even though I may have been to bed last evening around 10:30 p.m., when my 3 a.m. cellphone alarm sounded, I courted the notion of remaining in bed and dispensing with the walk to work my damaged right leg.

But I relented and rose, and commenced readying.

This time I opted to follow a route that must surely have yielded a distance of around a mile. But I have got to say that my leg is in bad shape. I am constantly under threat of stumbling and falling if I am not careful about not catching my toe on some irregularity along the sidewalk; or even an unnoticed downward slope as can happen when some driveways intersect the sidewalk.

It would not take much at all because my lower quadriceps around the top of my knee are so weakened and lacking in the ability to provide me support. I still dare not have my bad leg as the supporting leg if I am stepping down a step on a stair by using my good leg. The bad leg cannot support my weight when crooked in that fashion, although I can step upwards with it on a stair. A different network of musculature seems involved in supporting my body weight when the leg is extended behind on a stair as opposed to when the leg is advanced in climbing a stair.

The former seems filled with naught but peril.

Anyway, I'm sure that I was back to bed comfortably ahead of 6 a.m., but I was not to check the time later until after 9 a.m., which was something of a shock. I had little time to dally before getting downstairs to boil water for my day's first instant coffee and to join my younger brother for some morning T.V.

When he turned it over to me so that I could operate our Android TV Box, I turned in a very good nearly 1¾-hour (1:44:19) video published yesterday to BitChute's Banned Youtube Videos channel: Dye Hard | The Highwire.

Historic moves out of Washington D.C., as HHS Secretary Robert F. Kennedy Jr. announces his fight to find the cause of autism, and new FDA Commissioner Dr. Marty Makary takes action to remove toxic additives and dyes from our food. Jefferey Jaxen reports on the White House embracing lab leak theory, the bleak future of Bayer’s Roundup, and new cancer risks associated with COVID vaccines—just as the federal government begins to reverse its stance. New Bill Makes Health History in Tennessee. Finally, retired pediatrician Dr. Paul Thomas shares his journey from vaccine advocate to whistleblower in his new book, ‘Vax Facts.’

Guests: Bernadette Pajer, Dr. Paul Thomas

We got over halfway through a second video, but my brother wanted to bail so he could get some further bed rest before leaving on foot to catch a bus so he could go social drinking and play pool at (I believe) Donegal's Pub.

Naturally his return to his bedroom heralded Bev's emergence to come downstairs to where I was nearly finished a quick preparation of what was to be my day's first of two meals.

I ate that upstairs here at my bedside computer, and was soon enough having my early afternoon nap, hoping to get some time in afterwards sunning out in the backyard.

I suppose that it was shortly before 2:30 p.m. when I was newly risen, and then I heard the unmistakable sounds of my wife coming into the house.

I was to get a quick "Hi!" from her as she passed by my bedroom on her way to her own; and then by maybe 2:45 p.m. she had gone. I am supposing that she was scheduled to work in the latter afternoon at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time.

I got in my sunning. I started at 2:52 p.m. and continued on until 4:14 p.m., and was spared any noise from the damned awful mutts beyond the backyard fence.

After that I came back into the house to boil water for my day's third and final mug of instant coffee, and then got to work on a post first at my private blog, and then I got this post going.

At present it is 8:06 p.m. My brother has not returned, so I am going to shut myself up here in my bedroom and watch a show ─ maybe even a movie ─ here on my computer whilst enjoying some beer.

I am as yet unsure just what I intend to do overnight ─ probably another early walk as was the case last night.

★★★

I chose a movie ─ 2018's Memories of Christmas.

Since I am not 'Black', I often choose to bypass Black-centric Christmas movies because the family atmosphere and social dynamics are completely alien to me ─ I seek Christmas movies that echo what is of greatest significance to my own early experience in life.

But I gave this one a chance, and never regretted doing so. The cast was by no means 'all-Black', to start off with. And the setting was a Wintry Michigan town.

The lead actress was Christina Milian. Unknown to me though she is, she has quite a list of credits, and she is darned cute. But she has a two-note 'chuckle' when she gives a polite laugh that is a complete reproduction of another ("White") actress who I am unable to identify, but I remember her from a past Christmas movie and I believe that I wrote something about that rather unique bit of a laugh.

I finished my first can of Cariboo Malt without feeling too much emotion ─ at least a couple of times my eyes did come close to some burning. But the movie thereafter caught me up while I was into my second and final can, and it put me into a lot of the emotion that I seek from Christmas movies.

I unreservedly recommend the movie. And should you be interested, my source was this OK.ru link, and it played flawlessly.

When I peeked downstairs around 9:40 p.m. following the movie, only Bev was still present and watching T.V. It is probably good that she begins indulging in her white wine around 5 p.m., because it surely must dull some of the solitude she has to be feeling as she awaits my brother's homecoming entirely on her own.

She is basically all on her own once he leaves in the early afternoon to go social drinking. All she does until he returns is sit the day long watching T.V. in the living room, having little to do with my youngest stepson or me, nor my wife whenever my wife is home.

But that is not particularly unusual, for I honestly have very little to do with my stepson nor even my wife when she is home. So I feel no compunction to babysit Bev ─ if my brother cannot be bothered, it certainly does not devolve upon me.

Bev does not have to be the self-induced invalid with COPD who will do nothing to better herself. Nothing is wrong with her legs apart from their disuse, whereas I am struggling to regain my own after actual past accidents. It leaves little room for sympathy where her plight is concerned. She is still 59 years old ─ she could do so much to ensure that she will live to progress through that coming decade, but she seems too dense and listless to care to bother.

Just saying resignedly "I know!", and then doing absolutely nothing to change matters does not merit sympathy. She has little time ─ she is going to fast lose whatever dwindling potential she has to reclaim her health and mobility, but she needs to choose to do the work. It is soon going to be impossible, and just saying "I know!" is a pathetic cop-out deserving of no one's sympathy, as I just said. 

But enough of this ─ it is tantamount to mean-mouthing.

I am going to close this post and get to bed well within a half hour. At present it is 10:24 p.m.

Causality

It was just after 8 p.m. last evening that my younger brother surprised me with his invitation to come downstairs and put our Android TV Box to work so that we could watch some of our shared T.V. shows ─ he had no desire to watch one of Bev's favourite T.V. shows, so she was in their bedroom watching it on her T.V. there.

And so my brother and I were to watch the following shows in this sequence:

• Chicago P.D. ─ episode two ("The Ghost in You") of season 10.

• Bosch ─ episode six ("Heart Attack") of season two.

• Riverdale ─ episode 11 ("Chapter Eighty-Seven: Strange Bedfellows") of season five.

• The Outpost ─ episode seven ("Go Ahead and Run") of season three.

• The Graham Norton Show ─ episode 19 of season or series 32.

• Frasier (2023 series) ─ episode six ("Blind Date") of season one.

Actress Sara Bues (portraying Assistant State Attorney Chapman) of Chicago P.D. looks familiar to me, but I see that she has few acting credits and cannot have been anyone able to have made this impression upon me. She's sure attractive, though.

Kate Hudson looked pretty darned good on The Graham Norton Show ─ I don't think I knew she was a singer. But it's actor Chris O'Dowd that really surprised me. I was quite a fan of The IT Crowd that heavily featured him, but he looks so unnaturally older now ─ it is difficult to equate him in the present with the rather randy character he played in that comedy series.

And on Frasier, I quickly recognized guest actress June Diane Raphael as the deliciously buxom daughter, Brianna, of Jane Fonda's character on Grace and Frankie. I was strongly attracted to her in that series, so it was great seeing her again.

Anyway, I had four cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) over the course of our viewing, and it was around 1 a.m. when we knocked off for the night. I hope that I was to bed before 1:30 a.m., but I do not remember. It was of course to be my second consecutive night without a walk to exercise my bad right leg.

This morning I was up well before 8 a.m., and of course my brother. When he emerged from his bedroom and went downstairs to watch T.V. and drink some instant coffee, I waited until a little past 9 a.m. before I came downstairs and joined him.

Somewhere around 9:15 - 9:20 a.m. I put our Android TV Box to work again, leading us off with a 28-minute (28:21) video uploaded yesterday to YouTube's AnitaK channel: "We know MSM is full of crap!" EXCLUSIVE: Rebel's Drea Humphrey's post debate account.

Residential school account and her election hopes and prediction.

Then I chose to play four of the very latest videos from Rumble's Real Truth Real News channel, the first of which was superb:

• ⚕️❤️ Dr. William Makis Talks About Treating Cancer and Other Diseases Successfully Using Ivermectin, Febendazole, Mebendazole and MORE (25:53) April 23, 2025

Dr. William Makis presentation on March 11, 2025 for the We Unify Speaker Series. He is a physician with expertise in radiology, oncology and immunology.

Note that there are quite a few helpful reference links below these videos descriptions, so please refer to them.

• 🌎 💥 Journalist Alex Newman Reveals the Truth Behind WEF Villain Klaus Schwab's Recent Resignation (10:13) April 23, 2025

The globalist era is cracking. Klaus Schwab is stepping down from the World Economic Forum. One by one, the figureheads of the global agenda are falling. But the mission is not over. Schwab admitted globalism has lost support and revealed a shift toward regional power structures as a fallback strategy. Analysts like Alex Newman say this is the moment to strike. Trump’s early moves—slashing climate funding, targeting UN abuse, and exiting global deals—show the fight is far from over. If these changes aren’t made permanent through Congress passing the Defund Act, globalists will rebuild the moment they return to power. This is the best chance yet to dismantle the system—for good.

• 📝⚡ News Journalist Catherine Herridge Reports on How DEW Attacks on Humans Can Disrupt & Destroy Brain Networks (17:30) April 23, 2025

Top US Neuroscientist & Military Advisor Confirms Reports Are ‘Credible’ That Directed Energy Weapon Attacks Have Happened on US Soil And Targeted US Personnel Abroad; Exclusive New Records Reveal Exposure to “Microwave Weapon” After Intel Officer Discovered Secret Op. “These are weapons of maximum disruption…It allows you to get in fast, hit hard, get out, and only then will the effects begin to be known.”

• 🌦️❄️ John Stossel: Climate Change Myths Part 1: Polar Bears, Arctic Ice and Food Shortages ☔ Part 2 Below 👇 (7:14) April 24, 2025

🌞 Climate Change Myths Part 2: https://rumble.com/v6segz7-climate-change-myths-part-2-wildfires-drought-rising-sea-level-and-coral-re.html

We finished up by watching the movie we had to suspend watching yesterday ─ 2014's Hollows Grove. A source for it was uploaded September 14, 2019, to YouTube's Movie Central channel: Hollows Grove | Full Horror Movie | Lance Henriksen | Mykelti Williamson.

We did not think much of it. I especially disliked that every sound that was supposed to be startling was blared preposterously loud ─ and this occurred over and over again. It was ridiculous.

The characters were so uninteresting ─ especially the loud-mouthed short leader of the group ─ that I found myself incapable of much caring about their fates.

I don't recommend the movie, but watch it if you will.

My brother had his bed rest, and then probably caught public transit to take him to Green Timbers Pub ─ that's more often than not his Thursday social drinking destination.

This was a bath day for me, but I also wanted a little backyard sunshine. Even so, I still had my early afternoon nap after my day's first meal.

It was 3:42 p.m. when I commenced lounging in the backyard sunshine, and I did so until 4:30 p.m. I think I might have a tiny bit of blush.

My bath was quite late ─ it was after 7:30 p.m., and following my day's second and final meal. Nevertheless, despite the light enough meal, I had a weigh-in once I was stripped and set to step into the bathtub: 177/178 pounds. That's quite light considering I had recently eaten.

I will seek to spend more time outside in the sunshine tomorrow afternoon, and maybe earlier than today.

Anyway, my brother was still not home after 9 p.m., so I secluded myself into my bedroom and located a source here on my bedside computer for The Guardian ─ specifically, episode 12 ("Causality") of season one.

As usual, the episode was dramatic and deeply interesting, but it failed to affect me emotionally. Still, I very much enjoyed it ... and the can of Cariboo Malt I slow-drank through the commercial-free 45-minute (45:20) feature.

If interested, my source was this GOOJARA.to link, and it played flawlessly.

The time was just barely after 10 p.m. when I peeked forth from my bedroom after the show to see if my brother was downstairs and passed out, but Bev seemed to be alone.

Then at 10:10 p.m., I heard him come through the front door.

I was expecting that he would be quite drunk by this time; but from the sound of it, he ascended the stairs to his bedroom with seeming ease when he came upstairs to change clothes.

Regardless, it is too late for me; and I want to get up at 3 a.m. for a walk to exercise my bad right leg. So this is it for me at 10:26 p.m. ─ I am getting to bed.

★★★ Another Aftermath

I was faltering badly the past 10 or so days, so it was merely a matter of time ─ for me, inevitable under the conditions that my life now has me imprisoned within. I will not soon again last so long ─ nearly two months.

It was probably around 3:30 a.m. that I got to bed last night ─ I would have to refer to yesterday's post for a surer notion on the time. But clearly, there would be no walk to exercise my damaged right leg.

I feel bad for my wife, having me as a husband.

Despite my bedtime, I never managed to sleep in, and was up for the morning before 8 a.m. My brother probably emerged around 8:20 a.m. from his bedroom; however, as usual I did not go downstairs to join him until after 9 a.m.

When I was invited to operate our Android TV Box, I led us off with a 22-minute (22:48) video published April 15 to Bitchute's TheSearch4Truth channel: BE READY! FOOD SHORTAGES, PRICE HIKES & A TRANSFER OF WEALTH ARE COMING TO AMERICA BECAUSE OF THIS!

Source: https://youtu.be/WzW6xR1RPGY?

Podcast: https://open.spotify.com/show/2y7a5t8bqaHYzBIH5WFAIq

Source Website: https://www.acallforanuprising.com

The next video was around the same length (22:38), and had been published yesterday to Rumble's The Official Corbett Report Rumble Channel: Autism Solved by September! - New World Next Week.

SHOW NOTES AND COMMENTS: https://corbettreport.com/nwnw588/
This week on New World Next Week: Real ID is coming for real!; the BRICS are here to save the earth with AI blockchain biometric payment systems; and RFK Jr. promises to get the bottom of the autism epidemic by September.

Our third video exceeded an hour (1:02:42), and had been streamed April 22 to Rumble's Sarah Westall channel: Is the Fight against China Real? Military Industrial Complex vs China w/ Dr. Rebecca Grant.

Dr. Rebecca Grant, a leading national security and military expert, joins the program to unpack the conflicts erupting across the globe.
Are these wars truly necessary—or are they being driven by the powerful interests of the military-industrial complex? We explore how to strike a balance between national defense and the economic forces that benefit from prolonged conflict. Dr. Grant also shares insights on key security issues that directly impact everyday Americans. Learn more about her work at: https://lexingtoninstitute.org/dr-rebecca-grant-senior-fellow/

After this, I tuned in a movie, but we probably only got somewhere around halfway through it before my brother elected for his bed rest, so I shall wait until we have finished watching it before reporting on it.

My wife had risen shortly before 10 a.m., if I am remembering correctly. She was not to have to work until the latter afternoon at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time. She went out at least once on some errand, but not for long.

I needed my nap ─ without having yet eaten ─ while she was cooking, and before my brother was done resting. When I next rose, both he and Bev were gone ─ she had a medical appointment at Jim Pattison Outpatient Care and Surgery Centre.

I was finally to have a meal, which was definitely rather nice this sunny day.

My wife left for work a little past 3 p.m. was a cheery goodbye directed at me by name from downstairs; and then at 3:47 p.m. I heard that my brother and Bev had gotten back. As late into the afternoon that it was, it still did not sway him from readying and then leaving to catch a bus so he could go and do his daily social drinking.

Had my wife been scheduled to work a full day today, I might possibly have sat out in the backyard for the Sun this afternoon, but in view of how late it was before my brother and Bev returned, maybe I would not have.

I am feeling most discouraged, so I am taking a break from this post at 4:58 p.m.

★★★

And for the second blog post in a row I got deflected from this duty and forgot to publish it on the proper date.

In this case, my brother unexpectedly invited me downstairs shortly after 8 p.m. to operate our Android TV Box so we could watch a few of our shared T.V. shows.

And so it was done. We actually watched six shows, one of which was a sitcom; and I drank four of my Cariboo Malts.

But that is going to find described in tomorrow's post, for I shall be predating this one as I did yesterday's. After all, it is 1:18 a.m. on April 24, and I am going to miss out on a second needed walk to exercise my crippled right leg.

Depravity Reigns

I did make it to bed before 10:30 p.m. last evening, so my cellphone alarm was set for 3 a.m. My wife had arrived home before my retirement, but I remained shut up in my bedroom engaged in a little iniquitous passage of the time.

I never heard my alarm until after two minutes due to nighttime ear-clogging, a condition all too common for me now in my old age whenever I am abed.

Incidentally, several posts back I wrote of one night discovering that my cellphone alarm had supposedly been sounding for long over an hour, yet in my hands it was perfectly silent ─ the claim was clearly a lie. But at least it was working this time.

And so I had my walk ─ a little longer than the usual six or so blocks. I had set out down the short (but with three right angle turns) alleyway beside out home that leads from our cul-de-sac to a main avenue, but I discovered at attaining the middle turn that some shuffling, badly-coughing (he sounded more like he was puking) possible derelict was not yet at the final turn, but he had been motivated to move onward by my bright flashlight. Maybe he had been just seated on a Jersey barrier blocking that end of the alleyway, and was spooked by the advancing bright light.

Despite my bad right leg, I could have overtaken this character had I not slowed down somewhat. However, he turned right at the avenue ─ the direction I would have taken; so I was left no choice but to go left.

That route afforded me an extra 1½ (if not two) blocks to my walk.

All good, though.

It was probably nigh 6 a.m. before I returned to bed.

I was to rise again shortly after 8 a.m., preceding my brother's emergence from his bedroom by 10 - 15 minutes. However, as usual I never went downstairs until after 9 a.m. to boil water for my day's first instant coffee and then to join him for some T.V.

So what did we watch once he turned the T.V. over to my so I could put our Android TV Box into play?

I led us off with a 15-minute (15:46) video uploaded yesterday to YouTube's AnitaK channel: Former Liberal Premier endorses Pierre and schools CBC host live on-air!

She is speaking of former Vancouver mayor ─ as well as former B.C. premier ─ Gordon Campbell.

Next I tuned in a 53-minute (53:55) video published two days ago to Rumble's Libertytalkcanada channel: CORRUPTION: Health Canada's Attack on Canadians' Right to Supplements.

New Rules Will Cause Mass Exodus of Products/Business to the United States. QUICK ACTION STEP. (Interview.) NHPPA.ORG

Why not name guest Shawn Buckley? I don't understand this ─ neither the video title nor its description gives a clue who is featured.

Our final video was actually an old black & white 1940 movie titled His Girl Friday.

My source for the movie was published February 5, 2022, at BitChute's ittabena channel: His Girl Friday 1940.

In my youth I was undoubtedly exposed to the movie on T.V. a number of times, but I have no idea if I ever attempted to watch it. The movie would probably have been over my head, or just not interesting enough. And in checking out the Wikipedia article about it, I see that I was not imagining that the rapid-fire pace of conversation in the second half of the movie was definitely unnatural because the movie director was seeking to break a standing record for that sort of abnormally fast, sustained dialogue.

Bev had actually come downstairs quite late into the movie and was seated at the dining table throughout what remained, so she was well placed to take over the T.V. when the movie finished and my brother returned to their bedroom for some further bed rest.

I had my day's first ─ and light ─ meal, remaining from my desired nap because I correctly expected that since my brother only had three cans of beer remaining in his supply, he would be making the drive to the government liquor store two miles hence.

When he again emerged from his bedroom, he invited me along, remembering that I had only bought two dozen cans for myself two days ago due to lack of funds when we had made a similar visit to the outlet.

And now I have the additional two dozen I would have bought that day had I the cash.

It was good to get that nap afterwards in the mid-afternoon! He, of course, left afoot to catch a bus and engage his daily essential social drinking.

It has been a largely sunny day. Maybe tomorrow I will sit out in the backyard for a time to benefit from some sunshine, for by Friday we may climb to 20º or above (Celsius).

This was another full workday for my wife, so she emerged from her bedroom around 9:40 a.m. at latest to shower and such; and by 10:10 a.m. or so left on her rather long drive to the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time.

On the exercising front of my bad right leg, no matter how I try, when I elevate the leg, the lower leg inexorably droops a couple or three inches ─ there is no way that I can get it to hold an extension even when I use my other leg to elevate the lower leg so that it is straight. Once the support of my left leg is removed, the lower right leg just droops back down the two or three inches and no amount of concentration can stop it from happening.

How the Hell can I feel upbeat or positive when this constantly confronts me?

ℱ𝓊𝒸𝓀𝒾𝓃' useless damned cripple that I have become.

I'm taking a break from this post at 6:46 p.m.

★★★

I suppose that my brother's return was around 7:41 p.m.

I waited until around 8:30 p.m. before shutting myself here into my bedroom to enjoy a Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) while watching a show. This evening's choice was The Avengers ─ episode 17 ("Return of the Cybernauts") of season or series five.

Diana Rigg / Emma Peel was so wondrously beautiful ─ it is no wonder to me that I was in love with her for a full two years in my late teens back in the late 1960s. I still see it.

My viewing source was this OK.ru link, and it played flawlessly.

★★★

I entirely forgot to complete and publish this post, so I am doing it 3:05 a.m. April 23 (Wednesday), but will predate it for the proper date.

Hearts and Minds

Too damned stupid to get to bed early enough last evening, I never bothered setting my cellphone alarm to get me up for one of my six-block walks to exercise my bad right leg.

Whilst shut up here in my bedroom in sordid occupation at my bedside computer that latter evening, I had heard my wife come home and more or less kibitz with my younger brother and Bev for a bit, indicating that she was in a good enough mood, I am happy to say.

I did finally rise in the early morning maybe around 5:30 a.m., but danged if I can now remember if I remained up, or if I returned to bed a little later to rest a little further.

Suffice to report that I was to have control of the T.V. at 9 a.m. because my brother failed to emerge from his bedroom until well past that hour. As yet I had not watched anything of consequence, but I had a video all set to play once he joined me.

At 46 minutes (46:58), it had originally been uploaded October 12, 2016, to YouTube's Real Stories channel: The Boy Who Can't Forget (Superhuman Genius Documentary) | Real Stories.

Can you remember what you were doing on 15th March 2003? Or what the weather was like on 30th May 2007? Twenty-year-old British student Aurelien can. This documentary asks if we could have an almost endless memory, would we really want it?

I just now attempted a little research to see if there was any information about Aurelien Hayman today, but even material published recently online only relates to 2012 when the documentary aired.

I am unsure if the documentary actually mentioned the condition, but reportedly it is labelled hyperthymesia.

The second video I tuned in was just under 20 minutes, but I bailed on it well over halfway through it, so it isn't worth identifying.

I then tuned in the video we have twice previously had to suspend watching due to its length and my brother's need for midday bed rest ─ we finished watching it this morning.

Not too much under two hours (1:52:01), it had been published January 6, 2022, to BitChute's ittabena channel: Hearts And Minds (1974).

An older film, but if you know history well there are a lot of lines to read between.  Ho Chi Minh, under previous names, had petitioned U.S. Presidents since Wilson to recognize Vietnam as an independent Nation.  Ho, under a previous name, had lived and worked in New York for a time.  They had also fought on our side in WWII and fully expected us to honor our heritage, much as Eamon De Valera had expected the same for Ireland.  However we were a world power then and the Dulles gang was in search of more money and more control.

The Vietnamese had even set up their own Republic after WWII, but the French swept in to reclaim their exploitative colony and Truman sided with the wrong side.  Although it should be said that Truman was one of those inexperienced President's who did largely as he was told, until it was too late.  In effect we pushed the Vietnamese into the arms of the Communists, but that did help with  US arms sales.

The Dulles gang botched it badly and actually imported thousands of NAZI war criminals to the US, not to mention other nations under the sway of Britain and in South America.  Unfortunately, Stalin had infiltrated these NAZIs before hostilities had even broken out.

The description is that of the owner of the channel ─ he disabled the comments feature to avoid any attacks, I suppose. Wikipedia has a very long description of the documentary in its article Hearts and Minds (film).

I would have loved to have found out what became of the young soldier with the beautiful full-breasted Vietnamese girlfriend he was shown more or less naked with ─ he had given her a hickey on each breast; he had said something like, "If my girlfriend back home could see me now, she'd flip."

Did the girlfriend ever see this? I also wonder whatever did become of that Vietnamese lass and another that was shown with her (and one or two other soldiers)?

Anyway, it was following the finish of the documentary that my brother returned to his bedroom for some rest, and that signalled Bev's emergence to take over the T.V. for the remainder of her day.

My wife had a full workday today, so she emerged from her bedroom around 9:35 - 9:40 a.m. to shower and otherwise ready, and then left on her fairly long drive soon after 10 a.m.

I was to get two phone calls from her in the latter afternoon (4:16 and 4:23 p.m.) ─ she was in a remarkably good mood, and clearly with what were likely her co-workers.

My first meal of the day was comprised of leftovers she had prepared or brought home from the restaurant previously. I resisted seeking my nap until after my brother finished his rest because I was almost certain he was going to do some grocery shopping.

I was right ─ he had two or three different things he wanted to do.

He returned while I was napping. Bev reported that the two litres of whipping cream he was to have gotten could not be found by him, and so he improvised ─ to my detriment, as it turned out. The crap he bought me a litre of was only 18% butter fat ─ I ONLY wanted whipping cream because I cannot taste anything less creamy in my coffees.

But that was not the worst of the ill-named brand (Great Value ─ and bought at Walmart). The whipping cream I wanted is only milk and cream (33% butter fat) ─ nothing else. But this is what is in the so-called "Table Cream" he wasted $4.78 of my money on:

As far as I am concerned, this is not anything true dairy should contain, and I feel as ripped off as I would have felt if he had come home with just brown bread instead of whole grain, or maybe even margarine instead of butter.

But guess what else? It had a "best by" date of March 28! And since liquid dairy products usually have their "best by" dates a week or even more after they are made available for sale, then this carton was easily a month old.

So I'm going to spread or strew the garbage into the garden as a version of a liquid manure.

Damn this bad leg of mine keeping me home as an invalid, living at the mercy of others!

Tomorrow my brother may be getting out to restock on beer, so I will go along with him to buy myself another two dozen cans.

And he's home now at 7:52 p.m. from his daily social drinking, so I am going to pause from this post.

★★★

Judging from my brother's conversation downstairs with Bev, he was quite lit.

It was approaching 8:30 p.m. when I shut myself into my bedroom to have a Cariboo Malt while enjoying a video here on my bedside computer. My choice was Prodigal Son ─ episode 11 ("You Can Run...") of season two.

Reveting throughout ─ and the ending was entirely unexpected by me. All the episode lacked was anything to touch me emotionally.

I watched it using this GOOJARA.to link, and it ran flawlessly.

Provided I do not fall too far beneath the sway of my addiction, I hope to get to bed at a sensible time and have an early a.m. six-block walk. So enough blogging for today at 9:52 p.m.

Whose?

Thinking that I might possibly make the early walk to the pharmacy approximately four blocks away, I did not rise too much into the wee a.m. today ─ I think it might have been right around 5:15 a.m. The pharmacy opens at 8 a.m.

I actually was all dressed to go and had gotten downstairs very little after 7:45 a.m., but I couldn't do it. I just couldn't bring myself to foray forth in the daylight with my walking stick and my disabled right leg.

For one thing, I would have to stash the five-foot stick, for I would not likely be able to bring it into the store ─ nor would I much care to.

But mostly I simply did not wish to be the public spectacle I feel I would be.

This was discouraging.

So I returned to my bedroom and was quickly back to bed to rest a while as I awaited my younger brother's emergence from his bedroom for morning coffee and some T.V. once he had leafed through the Sunday morning edition of The Province that I subscribe to. 

But the day was not to be a complete loss, by any means.

Anon I did hear my brother come forth from his bedroom and go downstairs, but I never joined him until maybe 9:15 a.m.

A news item on the programme he had on stated that today and tomorrow were the last opportunities to take advantage of advance voting in the federal election. When I commented upon that, my brother let me know that he had been planning on getting out this morning to vote.

So a half hour or so later, we got ready to head out and do it. My vote would be for our local People's Party of Canada (PPC) candidate, but I have a hunch that my brother joined the camp of people desperate to have anyone in just to be rid of the Liberals, so he may well have voted Conservative. But I just do not trust them.

As I say, though, this is a hunch. I do not know who he voted for.

It was a quick process. In fact, there may only have been one other voter ahead of us who was casting his vote at one of the stations at Queen Elizabeth Secondary.

Back home with the deed done, I was to activate our Android TV Box to watch some further T.V.

First up was a 27-minute (27:45) video uploaded yesterday to YouTube's AnitaK channel: The Unhinged Response of CBC and CTV + police protecting the Liberals, no matter what.

Then I tuned in the long documentary we had not gotten too very far into yesterday, and continued with it. But we're still not done with it, so I am not prepared yet to identify it. Once again, my brother wanted some bed rest.

I took advantage too because he had talked of going to the government liquor store because Bev wanted another four-litre box of her preferred white wine.

I can't say that I napped, but when I rose again it was to realize that Bev was watching T.V., so she had gone downstairs without me being aware.

Even my wife may have risen by then ─ I now forget. In fact, yes, she may at this time have been seated out on the backyard sundeck enjoying a hot beverage and entertaining herself with her smartphone.

And now I remember ─ she had actually risen earlier while my brother and I were watching the documentary. She was scheduled to start work in the latter afternoon at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time.

When my brother soon enough emerged from his bedroom and sat for a time watching T.V. with Bev, she soon returned to their bedroom to apparently ready, and he came upstairs to invite me to do the same.

Then as we were set to go, I went over to the sliding glass door to the sundeck and announced to my wife what was about to take place, leaving her alone in the house. At this, she requested that I buy her a bottle of merlot.

I was bringing $115 with me, so I figured I could do that, although the four dozen cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) I was intent on would be well over $80 ─ I just didn't know how much.

Off the three of us went.

Most of the way to the liquor store, my wife phoned me. She had changed her mind ─ could I please get her a four-litre box of Domaine D'Or, a brand of red wine?

Well, that kiboshed my plan to buy four dozen beers ─ I would have to settle on two dozen. My brother then said he would be returning to the liquor store in a day or two for himself, so I could go then for the missing two dozen.

The box of red wine was priced ─ without tax figured in ─ at something over $36.

At the cashier, there was a cheap bottle of a Chilean red wine on offer for something over $7, so I thought I would add that to my purchase.

Everything came to $95.65, but at least I have a supply of beer ─ there had been only three cans in my stash at home.

My wife was grateful enough, but a little later as I sat here at my bedside computer, she came to me and asked if I had $20 I could give her. Well, I didn't ─ but I had three $100 bills, so I proffered her one, supposing that she would recognize that there was an implication of me getting back some change when she had done her shopping.

But my wife does not think in that fashion.

Her face lit up like a little girl's, reminding me of the playful young woman my wife used to be with me, and grinning hugely she made a wai to me.

All I could do was give a resigned smile back, thereby acknowledging that there was not going to be any change returned from the generous giving. But it was worth it, I have to admit.

She was remarkably social after both the gift of the wine and then the $100 bill.

After she left for work a little after 3 p.m., I finally had a proper nap. My brother had left earlier on foot to catch a bus for his daily social drinking.

I worked on a post in my private blog, and soon recognized my eldest stepson's voice greeting Bev where she sat watching T.V. His girlfriend was with him ─ they were back from their camping trip.

I remained upstairs, reluctant to go below to socialize, and soon they were out in the backyard using our leaf blower to try and clean off a massive white tarpaulin that is still spread out over much of the backyard lawn, even though the young couple are now long gone.

This was a bath day, so while they were still here, I decided to take advantage of my reclusivity and tend to that chore, for it was already after 6 p.m. They were gone by the time I was done.

Incidentally, my naked weigh-in prior to climbing into the tub was as little as 175 pounds ─ and that despite having had a filling enough meal prior to my earlier nap.

I am going to take a break from his post now at 8:43 p.m. ─ my brother is still not back home.

★★★

He never showed up until at least 9 p.m., so there was no danged way that I would be wasting any of our shows trying to share them with him even if Bev had vacated the T.V. downstairs ─ which she had not.

Instead, here at my bedside computer I tuned in 9-1-1: Lone Star ─ episode three ("Cl2") of season five.

That was high-gear all the way ─ it had everything, including heartfelt emotion-generation in this viewer! And that Marjan character is one gorgeous babe in the person of actress Natacha Karam.

If interested, my flawless source was this GOOJARA.to link.

After a check outside my bedroom door that revealed Bev to be shut up the bedroom with her T.V. clearly playing there, and my brother alone downstairs watching T.V. there, I was still in the mood for a second beer but not a long show.

So I tuned in Cybill ─ episode 18 ("Whose Wife Am I, Anyway?") of season four. Happily, this episode included quite a lot of one of my dream girls, Alicia Witt.

And my flawless source this time for this entertainment was this OK.ru link.

The second beer is probably never as tasty as the first, but the extra boost makes it all okay ─ well, almost. There is always the additional excess fluid to deal with after bedtime. isn't there?

Anyway, a peek outside my bedroom door ere a break to the bathroom for a final use of the toilet revealed my brother possibly conscious and still in front of the T.V., but someone was running a lot of water and was otherwise busy in the kitchen.

My youngest stepson home (he has been away since possibly Friday evening)? Or my wife?

I am going to close this post at 11:13 p.m. and possibly ─ likely ─ titillate a while ere bed. I know not what my morrow bringeth.