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.