Privilege

Since I failed to get to bed by 11 p.m. last evening, I set my cellphone alarm for 3:30 a.m. to get me up for a walk to exercise my damaged right leg, and to maybe even have some exercise at the elementary school playground ca. ¼ of a mile from here.

I was to find it very wet outside, and it was still vaguely sprinkling some drops of rain. Nevertheless, I chose to visit the school playground despite this.

My right leg is so damned unstable. The school playground has a sawdust base; and due to its irregularities, I am constantly staggering for lost balance like some drunken old fool who cannot even stand firm on one spot.

The accident was March 1st ─ is this, then, to also be my future? Am I never again going to be able to take five- or six-mile walks on a daily basis?

My exercise performance was a travesty. I was never able to do more than a single pull-up or chin-up, and I didn't even attempt a dead hang. I know much of that had to do with the wet state of the equipment that defied secure and enduring gripping. Even when my bandana was first used to wipe a jungle gym monkey bar dry enough to hold onto, the bandana was thereafter uselessly drenched. The very air was damp, so any dryness of a metal bar was not at all complete, and even that would not last ─ especially with spitting rain.

I did take the time to perform 25 assisted deep flat-footed squats, holding onto the two sloping parallel bars I have spoken of in a couple of previous posts, but I was not about to attempt any full-range decline push-ups on the wet cement ramp.

Still, despite the extremely poor showing, it was unquestionably better than for me to have remained home in bed.

And I think that it was probably around 6:10 a.m. by the time I was back into that bed, remaining there for a little over two hours.

By then my younger brother was downstairs watching T.V. Of course, I waited until a little past 9 a.m. before joining him to ensure that he had his fill of morning T.V. programming via our basic cable packaging.

When invited to put our Android TV Box to work, I led us off with a 13-minute (13:18) video uploaded yesterday to YouTube's AnitaK channel: Mark Carney: The Ultimate Insider Dodges Davos Talk.

Carney on Sky: "The Ultimate Davos Inside Man Who Dodged Davos Talk"

I followed that with a four-minute (4:13) video published yesterday to Rumble's Reese Report channel: The Atrocious Conviction of Reiner Fuëllmich.

And we finished with an over two-hour (2:07:32) video published yesterday to Rumble's Action4Canada channel: Islam's Deception: Countering Sharia with Tanya Gaw and John Guandolo, May 14, 2025.

On this Empower Hour John Guandolo, former FBI special agent and leading expert in counterterrorism and intelligence presents a training class to help you identify, confront and expose stealth Islamic jihad operating at the local level.

This presentation offers critical insights into how these threats develop within communities and outlines practical steps law enforcement, elected officials, educators, and engaged citizens can take to counter them.

Guandolo’s approach equips participants with proven tools to build resilient communities and respond effectively to emerging threats—including understanding the deceptive tactics used by Islamist movements and strategies for countering the spread of Sharia-based ideology within western institutions.

Website:
https://johnguandolo.com/

Blogs:
https://johnguandolo.com/current-jg-blogs-1

Powerful!

My brother skipped the final 28 or so minutes in favour of further bed rest ─ today is his pub 'pool games' day; and before busing away to begin his social drinking, he wanted to drive off to the government liquor store two miles away to replenish his beer supply, as well as Bev's boxed white wine. She of course remained home watching T.V. when he ran that latter errand.

I ate my day's first meal before seeking a needed nap that I feel could have been longer, but I chose to curtail it when I did.

It's been a gloomy, wet day. However, never has it rained hard. At least my wife's various garden plants are getting lots of watering, saving me from that promised chore.

It is presently 6:41 p.m., so I am going to take a good break from this post. I have just recently finished challenging my damaged right leg's lower quadriceps architecture with 30 full flat-footed squats, the first half of which were fully assisted.

The second 15 squats probably took as much as 15 minutes, for only the first two or three benefitted from a little bit of assistance from my hands holding onto anything to help me attain lowest descent and then the rise. After those two or three semi-assisted squats, I was just barely able to bear the intense discomfort that was only bearable for each squat after a lengthy pause between them.

I am thankful to have gotten through it, and can only hope that doing these is a boon in a physiotherapeutic sense, and is not something that is instead destructive of my leg's ultimate recovery and future well-being.

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With my alcohol-driven brother still absent by 8 p.m., I shut myself up here in my bedroom and found a source for The Guardian that I could watch on my bedside computer. Specifically, it was season one's episode 13 ("Privilege").

I am honestly sorry that beautiful actress Erica Leerhsen bowed out of the series after this episode. She was insufficiently employed in the series, even though she was a very strong reason I kept tuning in. I have no idea what goes on in the thick heads of some of the people who make these decisions.

If interested, my source for the episode was this GOOJARA link, and the show played flawlessly.

A peek downstairs has revealed that Bev now seems shut up in their bedroom with the light on, while the T.V. is playing downstairs in the living room. I do not see my brother.

So screw this. Bev is either only temporarily in the bedroom, or she has gone there to watch T.V. on her own set because she has consumed sufficient wine ─ more, and she would run the risk of being unable to ascend the stairs unaided.

But this could also indicate that ─ due to the dining area light being on downstairs ─ my plastered brother could be seated there either eating and watching T.V., or else passed out at the table.

Or he may even not be home.

I am going to watch one further show while enjoying a glass tumbler of red wine to top off the can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) I enjoyed during The Guardian.

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I chose something short ─ anything long jeopardized me in the sense that ultimately my brother might ken that I was still up (should Bev have retired to their bedroom for the night) and invite me to come downstairs to operate our Android TV Box and watch a couple of our shows.

No dice, buster ─ not this late!

So I poured that tumbler of red wine and tuned in Cybill ─ episode 22 ("Don Gianni") of season four.

I never realized that Christine Baranski had such a good singing voice ─ she was near an operatic match for Cybill Shepherd. And I've gotta admit, Christine is damned cute as Hell, and an exceptional quipper as an actress, for I bet some of what she does is spontaneous.

Yeah, I sure could have gone for Christine despite her lean legs.

My episode source was this TVids.net link, but it buffered four different times ─ not long enough for me to seek a new source, fortunately.

Oh, good grief!

I just heard the tell-tale loud shutting of the front door at 9:57 p.m. ─ my besotted brother must have just gotten home. Drunken Bev apparently just left the T.V. downstairs running while she hauled to the bedroom what was left of her nearly dwindled capacity to climb the stairs.

I am so damned tempted to drink further that I just may dare an invitation for more T.V. downstairs.

Full report tomorrow.