Parasite Cleanse?

I neglected to mention at the conclusion of yesterdays post that although the episode of Westworld that I watched was 75 commercial-free minutes long (it had included previews), I still managed to restrict myself to a single can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol).

I was definitely tempted to indulge in a second can, but I had my concerns that my younger brother might yet invite me downstairs to use our Android TV Box to play episodes of three or so of the T.V. series we follow in common.

He did not, even though Bev seemed to have retired to their bedroom to watch T.V.

My cellphone alarm was set for 3 a.m. to get me up for another six-block walk to work my damaged right knee. There is still fairly hard swelling all around the knee cap (patella) now more than a month later (the accident took place just ahead of 4:30 a.m. Saturday, March 1st).

Well, for the second night in a row, I did not immediately recognize that my alarm was quietly sounding. The previous night this went on for five minutes; but this time, I never got suspicious and checked until 3:58 a.m. ─ it had been going on for almost an hour!

My ears tend to plug up when I am lying in bed, and doing so on one or the other ear. It can be nearly as effective as having earplugs for blocking out ambient sound.

This was not to be my only delay. I wanted to mail off the new mortgage agreement due in Quebec by April 14, but before I put it into an envelope I began looking over the four pages and I discovered what seemed to me to be either a larger fortnightly figure than I had believed myself to be signing up for; or maybe it was even an additional but somewhat larger figure representing a separate payment being agreed to that represented what was owed towards the line of credit that my wife had blown through a few years back.

Suffice to say that I was so flummoxed that I felt paralyzed ─ no way I could mail off the agreement if somehow it was going to be much larger than I already believed it was going to be.

Defeated and crestfallen, I felt that I had no option to delay mailing the agreement, and I would later have to phone the bank and have them explain what that second amount was all about.

Even though by this time it was after 5 a.m., I went on my walk anyway ─ happily, it was sans incident. I even heard the hoot owl (barred owl) that seems to have made its home in the woods of tiny Betty Huff Park. The bird had been quiet for the past several nights.

Back home (I saw that my wife had not come home last night), I again perused the agreement, and this time came to the conclusion that the suspect figure was merely an extrapolation of one of the payment options offered and recommended earlier, for the agreement seemed to indicate that should I have chosen a different payment option, then literature specific to it would be sent to me.

In addition, I noticed that although my final fortnightly payment of the smaller amount specific to the present old agreement will not be taken until April 17, the new mortgage payment date will be established as beginning on April 30.

Initially that almost seem horrendous, for it meant three payments this month. But then I remembered that under the existing mortgage agreement there would have been three payments in May. By having an extra payment hit the final day of April, I am spared it happening in May.

Resolving to get the darned thing mailed, off into the night I went once again, but at least the nearest mailbox is not quite a block away.

It was most likely after 6 a.m. before I returned to bed, and sleep was rather poor, but I remained there for around two hours, rising only after I heard my younger brother emerge from his bedroom and go downstairs for coffee and T.V.

As ever, I never joined him until shortly after 9 a.m.

At his invitation to put our Android TV Box to work, I led us off with two recent videos from Rumble's WTFLouie channel:

⭕ Published March 30: Parasite Cleanse with Anti-parasitics Ivermectin, Fenbendazole 30-Mar-2025 (39.32)

There is quite an involved description to that video, so please refer to the link.

⭕ Published April 1: Putin's Adrenochrome Unit Intercepts Jet Trafficking Children Through Greenland to DC 01-Apr-2025 (16:27)

https://rumble.com/v6riijv-putins-adrenochrome-unit-intercepts-jet-trafficking-children-through-greenl.html?e9s=src_v1_ucp
This week, whispers from the frontlines of the Ukraine war have turned into screams—gruesome secrets uncovered by Russia’s elite Adrenochrome Taskforce, a unit handpicked by Putin himself.

Mass graves. Shallow pits filled with the broken bodies of children, their fragile frames marked by the unmistakable scars of adrenochroming—ritual cuts, hollowed eyes, and signs of torment no human should endure.

Even the hardened soldiers of Putin’s elite crew found themselves retching at the sight. One taskforce member called it ‘a slaughterhouse for innocence,’ and the videos they smuggled out?

We have to warn you in advance: they are not for the faint of heart.

I always take The People's Voice videos with numerous granules of salt, but they can be interesting.

Our next video was 40 minutes (40:10), and had been streamed yesterday to Rumble's ZeeeMedia channel: Trump's Tariff's to Change World Economy Forever - Dr. Kirk Elliott.

Trump's announcement on 'Liberation Day' of sweeping tariff's will change the world economy forever. How will other countries respond? How will this affect the cost of living for Americans and other countries? Will this lead to a recession? Dr. Kirk Elliott joins Maria Zeee to discuss.

We'll see, won't we?

We finished with a 27-minute (27:31) video uploaded May 20, 2020, to YouTube's Nutty Productions channel: Bananas are about to go extinct... again.

Today Nutty History brings you the truth that no one is talking about. Bananas are going extinct! Yes our healthy diet option is going extinct. This episode will cover the Banana-demic we all should be aware of and how scientists are working away to try to genetically modify one of the world's most favored fruits.  You will also learn some fun facts such as why a banana is considered a berry.

'Twas bed rest time thereafter for my brother. I had heated up a yummy feed of my wife's leftover cooking during the ZeeeMedia video, so I brought the small pot up here to my bedside computer to enjoy before Bev emerged from my brother's now-shared bedroom to spend the rest of the day watching T.V.

My brother was to leave shortly after 1 p.m. to catch a bus to go to Donegal's Pub to play pool and of course drink beer ─ something of a weekly custom.

Not too much after he left, I had my early afternoon nap.

As I worked on this post awhile later, Bev approached me to get her logged into the provincial website that somehow is all that is required for her to qualify for a new month of social assistance. That is, just the mere act of signing in is all that it takes ─ the only questions she has to answer are for her ID and Password.

Honestly, I hope she is happy enough with her life, for I sure couldn't have handled being in her fix in all respects in my late 50s. I can't imagine what she finds worthwhile about life, so I try not to seem too standoffish in my attitude towards her.

I do wonder where she would be if she had never succeeded in getting involved with my brother?

It seems to have been a fairly sunny, warmish day out there, but I never set foot into it.

At this point it is 5:42 p.m., so I am going to break from this post. It is a bath day, so I believe that I will tend to that chore, and then possibly do some partial squats to work that traumatized right knee of mine.

★★★

I just didn't have it in me to confront myself so starkly with my limited and so very ugly knee by seeking to exercise it, so I settled on having to deal with the disheartening sight in the bathtub.

Note that I weighed somewhere around 173-4 pounds, a definite increase over the 171 pounds at very most four days ago when I last bathed. But I was likely 'retaining' water due to the nature of my midday meal. One thing is sure ─ I bloody well am not packing on any muscle!

And yet I was hungry as the daylight declined in the early evening, so I had quite a filling second meal today.

My brother showed up barely ahead of 8 p.m., and is downstairs watching T.V. alone ─ for some reason, Bev had already decided to watch T.V. in their bedroom.

I am going to brush my teeth; and if he has still not invited me to operate our Android TV Box to watch some of our shows, I will shut myself up here in my bedroom and watch something on my computer as I indulge in a Cariboo Malt.

...Well, the invitation came, so it will b a late night!