Severance Two

My 3 a.m. cellphone alarm was unnecessary overnight, for I checked the time around 2:28 a.m. after a toilet break, and although I got back into bed, I swiftly realized that there was no sense in wasting the time. I might as well rise and have my six-block walk a little earlier than usual.

My wife had come home at some point last evening, and I heard her emerge from her bedroom to use the toilet before I had yet dressed for the outing.

It was fairly cool out there, but dry; and a reasonably clear sky with a bright moon.

Apart from at the outset encountering someone on what must have been an electric scooter at the main right angle turn midway along the short alleyway beside our home ─ we rather startled one another, I think, even though we each had our own bright light ─ there was nothing of note about the walk.

My right leg is no better at walking, the enfeebled lower quadriceps muscles always a threat to spasm and have my knee buckle.

I am running short on some shopping resources here at home because I am reluctant to be public during business hours. My younger brother foiled me this early afternoon for the second time since he last did some grocery shopping on my behalf ─ following my early afternoon nap, he came into the house bearing a tote bag of groceries he had just brought home.

Often here at home I move about almost normally ─ except for stairs ─ and I start thinking that I am capable of getting out for some local shopping; but then these nighttime walks reveal how unstable and limited I actually am once I have on footwear and am treading the pavement.

Following my walk, I was back to bed earlier than usual ─ possibly ahead of 4:45 a.m.

I was to rise maybe 2¼ hours later, but after a half hour or so I burned right out and had to return to bed until nigh 8:30 a.m., by which time my brother was downstairs watching T.V.

As is my custom, I did not venture downstairs until after 9 a.m. for my day's first mug of instant coffee and to join him for some T.V.

After his invitation to put our Android TV Box to work, I tuned in a long (2:14:54) video published April 11 to Rumble's "Coffee and a Mike" Show channel: It's always the Europeans- Tom Luongo, Dave Collum, and Jim Kunstler.

Tom Luongo is the owner/publisher of the Gold Goats‘n Guns Newsletter. He joins professor of organic chemistry from Cornell University Dave Collum and writer blogger of "ClusterFuck Nation,” James Howard Kunstler to discuss the fragility of history, signal leak, tariffs, China’s role, future of Europe, future of novels/film and much more. PLEASE SUBSCRIBE LIKE AND SHARE THIS PODCAST!!!

Unfortunately my brother quickly lost interest because the panel spent far too much time just irrelevantly socializing, so we may not have progressed more than 15 minutes into it before I resigned myself that the four talking heads did this to themselves and I backed out of it.

The next video was little more than 13 minutes, and had been published April 10 to Rumble's WTFLouie channel: Fauci Says Millions of Pet Cats Must Be Slaughtered to Fight Bird Flu Pandemic 09-Apr-2025.

https://rumble.com/v6rvtp3-fauci-says-millions-of-pet-cats-must-be-slaughtered-to-fight-bird-flu-pande.html?e9s=src_v1_ucp
Anthony Fauci, the former NIH kingpin has slithered back into the spotlight, this time with his sights set on your furry companions.

The serial liar is now claiming that pet cats are a ticking time bomb, a menace so dire they must be exterminated by the millions, just like the mass chicken culls we’ve already witnessed.

This isn’t some offhand remark—it’s the latest escalation in his bird flu fear campaign, a narrative he’s been stoking to keep us all in a perpetual state of panic, and prepare us for the bird flu vaccine rollout which is set to enrich him to the tune of hundreds of millions of dollars.

I do not consider myself to be any sort of fan of these fairly short videos by The People's Voice because they are primarily bombast and are always proclaiming justice is just ahead when nothing of the sort ever materializes concerning the video subject.

The next video was another long one (1:54:03), and had been streamed April 10 to Rumble's Vaccine Safety Research Foundation channel: Episode 172: Spike Detox with Dr. Peter McCullough.

This Thursday on VSRF Live, we’re excited to welcome back our dear friend, Dr. Peter McCullough, one of the most respected voices in the medical community, for an important conversation about detoxing from the spike protein.

Renowned cardiologist, Dr. McCullough will join Steve Kirsch to discuss the latest remedies and approaches for helping the body detox and recover from the spike protein. If you’ve been seeking answers or feeling the impact of vaccination-related health concerns, this episode is a must-watch. Dr. McCullough will provide expert insights into how to support your body’s recovery and take charge of your health moving forward.

Here’s what you can expect in this crucial discussion:

Insight into the science behind the spike protein and its effects on the body
Practical steps and remedies for detoxing from spike protein
How you can take control of your health in the face of ongoing challenges

To my fair disappointment, it may have been as early as 10:40 a.m. that my brother made known that he was returning to his bedroom for further bed rest because he "had things to do".

I watched it some while longer, but I tune these things in for my brother's edification. I am at my computer for many hours a day and thus am no stranger to the information available on these various topics, whereas he would have no idea what to do on a computer that was turned over to him for his use. He does not even know what a browser icon looks like, and would never be able to have one load if someone was not directing his every movie.

So it is possible that we never got halfway through it, although I may have exceeded that milestone before I shut things down in favour of bringing my day's first and small meal up here to my bedside computer where I spent the remainder of the morning.

My wife had a full workday today at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, so she emerged from her bedroom this morning possibly as early as 9:30 a.m. to shower and otherwise ready for her rather lengthy drive and long day; and she left us probably no later than 10:10 a.m.

It's been quite a sunny day, but I never set foot into the sunshine. Until I am physically mobile again and able to start exercising, I doubt that I will even be getting in any sunning ─ my upper arms are getting pretty damned scrawny with so much ugly stringy skin.

I feel ashamed.

With that said, I am going to break from this post at 4 p.m. as I type these words. I want to get active and see what I can do by way of working my bad leg.

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After typing that final paragraph above, I rose from my cramped position on this low metal office chair where I sit hunched over a too-low keyboard because of a too-low computer desk, and I found myself so stiffened and weary that I returned to bed for maybe an hour despite having had my usual early afternoon nap.

Anyway, towards the completion of my various primarily lower quadriceps muscle and tendon work for my bad right leg, I heard my eldest stepson speaking my name. Before I began my exercises, I had been certain that I could hear his voice outside in the open carport.

For only the second time that I know of since he moved into a small apartment in Burnaby near Metrotown with his girlfriend quite late in February, he was back here visiting. This time he had come to gather up some equipment for a camping trip this coming long weekend (Easter).

It was nice seeing the brawny young man.

My brother was to return around 7:30 p.m. from his essential social drinking ─ how it is possible that his need is so overriding that he just about always undertakes public transit just to do this is beyond my comprehension.

I gave him some time to deliver on what he wanted to do ─ sit and play the mindless drunken verbal games that he and Bev seem to make a way of life together, watching drivel available via the T.V.'s basic cable programming; or get back into watching episodes of some of the numerous T.V. series he and I follow via our Android TV Box that he is clueless on the operation of.

Before I knew it, it was 8:30 p.m. and the drunkard was still downstairs being entertained by Bev and her programme choices. That was enough for me. I shut my bedroom door and located a source for one of the shows I follow ─ Severance.

I guess it has been as much as nearly a couple of years since I watched the finale episode of the first season, so this was the premiere episode of the new second season: "Hello, Ms. Cobel".

It's good to be back into watching the series ─ and Britt Lower, of course. And I see that there will even be a third season!

My flawless source was this WOOFLIX.tv link.

Now with a final use of the toilet before seeking bed, I see that my brother is watching T.V. alone, and Bev has her T.V. on behind their closed bedroom door.

You made your choice, brother.

It is 10:10 p.m.