By Virtue Fall

Supreme evil was enacted overnight at Universal Ostrich Farms. CFIA murdered every one of the healthy birds while their government thugs ─ the RCMP ─ stood guard, possibly a hundred strong, against the group of ostrich supporters that may have numbered a little over a dozen.

I wish misery upon each and every man and woman involved in this diabolical atrocity.

I was not to require my 3 a.m. cellphone alarm. I heard what seemed to be my brother finally go to his bedroom for the night just after 2 a.m., so because I was not feeling particularly sleepy, I checked the time (2:07 a.m.) and decided to rise then.

I never left on my outing until well after 3 a.m., for I am most effective at passing time here at my bedside computer. The plan was to make the nigh mile-long hike to my financial institution's ATM so I could deposit the smallish monthly expenses reconciliation cheque that my younger brother had written out for me at the start of the month.

There was no rain; the sky had lots of clear stretches, with light cloud moving across. A rather strong, cool breeze was in play.

I initially considered exercising first at the elementary school playground as I headed for the ATM, so I stopped there and found the equipment to be perfectly dry ─ no doubt because of that breeze.

But I had a change of heart and decided to perform the ATM errand first, so I cut diagonally across the school backfield as my often used shortcut. The last couple of times I used that route, one of those high temporary wire mesh fences that stretched all around the backfield had an open section, probably for school children to get to school via that direction.

But I found the fence locked tight with no hope of getting past without bolt or very sturdy wire cutters.

Due to how difficult and slow it is for me to walk with my damaged right leg, making that aborted shortcut cost me far too much time once I retraced my awkward steps across the field. I lost all hope concerning my original destination ─ I would not be going to the ATM.

Bloody annoyed, I had my exercise at the playground. Despite the chill, I first removed my somewhat restrictive denim jacket.

I managed to open with a set of four pull-ups, but I believe after that I only managed two in the five other sets of pull-ups and chin-ups ─ so two sets of pull-ups, two sets of chin-ups, and two sets of pull-ups between a pair of half-rings.

There is always a 30-count between sets. Then I had one further 30-count and held a dead hang for an 80-count. And I finished up with 10 slow full-range decline push-ups on a nearby metal ramp before hobbling home again.

I remembered to weigh myself without my jacket once I was home so I could see what poundage I was working with ─ perhaps 184 pounds.

My youngest stepson had last evening left me a delicious small bowl of what was probably some takeout food he had acquired, so I had that as a very early breakfast before I returned to bed ─ possibly no later than 5:30 a.m.

That being so, I was up again in something under three hours ─ my brother was watching T.V. news shows downstairs. Even so, I waited until after 9 a.m. before joining him, and anon got his invitation to start operating our Android TV Box.

I led us off with an eight-minute (8:13) video uploaded yesterday to YouTube's AnitaK channel: Canada is in Complete Moral Decline.

Canada is crumbling — from the BC ostrich cull and silence from Health Minister Marjorie Michel, to Mark Carney’s controversial budget and the never-ending debate over land rights and UNDRIP. The cracks in leadership are showing everywhere — and Canadians are paying the price.

Next I tuned in a nigh 17-minute video uploaded earlier today to YouTube's Krayden's Right with David Krayden channel: The Trudeau-Carney Regime's War on Agriculture.

Mark Carney wants to destroy Canadian farms and Canadian farmers with a perverse passion that is only matched by his arrogance in thinking nobody cares. There is a massacre occuring right now at Universal Ostrich Farms; it is the ostrich Babbi Yar, the site of another atrocity.

My brother usually launders Friday mornings, so I soon recognized that it was not worthwhile playing anything of much importance. And so jumping about, I finally settled upon a nearly three-hour (2:58:15) video uploaded two days ago to Rumble's The Joe Rogan Experience Podcast: Joe Rogan Experience #2406 - Russell Crowe.

Russell Crowe is an Academy Award–winning actor, director, and vocalist of the band Indoor Garden Party. His latest film role is that of Nazi war criminal Hermann Göring in the historical drama “Nuremberg,” which premieres in theaters on November 7.
https://www.sonyclassics.com/film/nuremberg/
https://www.indoorgardenparty.com

As interesting and enjoyable as the interview was, we cancelled out at about the 1¾-hour mark so that my brother could gain further bed rest before leaving afoot in the early afternoon for a bus so he could engage his usual daily social drinking.

I may actually have made it to my bed for a nap ere quite noon. Whatever the case, I later rose to find that my wife had finally come home ─ last night was the second in which she remained away.

She was busily engaged cooking in the kitchen, and when she saw me she asked if I wanted to eat. I had only gone downstairs for my day's second mug of instant coffee, but I didn't feel good about declining her generosity. Fortunately, she didn't dish me up much at all ─ maybe the same quantity as had her youngest son last evening.

She was to leave us around 3:15 p.m. because evidently she had to work the latter part of today at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time ─ it's a fair drive.

And as a result later in the afternoon, I was to have some light exercising in her vacant bedroom. Had she remained home, it would have spelled my second afternoon without any such exercising, and there is nothing good therein.

The day was sunnier than I anticipated, for I have been hoping that both tomorrow and Sunday morning will at least be heavily overcast so that I can more comfortably get out to do some early grocery shopping. Due to the time change last weekend ─ along with sunny mornings ─ I never had the gumption to get out into the public.

I require the anonymity and relative privacy that the gloomiest of mornings are able to afford me.

Right now at 5 p.m. I am going to take a blogging break. Likely I will have a very light supper, and then get around to watching a couple of shows here on my bedside computer so that I can do a little beer-drinking.

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Entirely unplanned, almost at the last minute I decided to play a Christmas movie, even though I had no mood for one. But its length would afford me enough time to sensibly drink a tallboy can (16 ounces) of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol).

My movie choice was 2018's A Twist of Christmas. Initially lead actress Vanessa Lachey did not much appeal to me, but I gradually warmed right up to her and her character.

The movie never met everything I most desire in a Christmas movie, but it was pretty good nevertheless ─ two lovable kids with Single parents, a male lead who was convincingly likeable, and even the lead female character's two parents who were exceptional touches.

I could watch it again around Christmastime in the proper company. My source was this OK.ru link.

The movie ended barely ahead of 8 p.m., and as yet my brother was not back from his drinking (to carry on with Bev).

Next I tuned in Shades of Blue ─ the third season and entire series finale episode 10 ("By Virtue Fall").

It was a good finish and very touching, but I could have done without the narration by character "Harlee" of the philosophizing sermon she supposedly wrote to her daughter. That seemed excessively bogus and I found myself getting detached from my earlier emotional involvement ─ in fact, I zoned out and was not following the lengthy soliloquy.

My source was this CineGo.co link. And a regular can (12 ounces) of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) was perfectly sufficient.

The episode finished just ahead of 9:15 p.m., and my brother was still not back.

However, he showed up before I commenced the sitcom that was to be my final entertainment so that I could have a shot of Captain Morgan Spiced Rum (35% alcohol). I tuned in Whitney ─ episode 15 ("Lance!") of season one.

My source was this CineGo.tv link.

Soon after the episode's conclusion, I heard my wife come into the house.

Since then I have brushed my teeth, and I might as well conclude and publish this post at 10:52 p.m., then get to work finishing up whatever else I have going on at this machine so I can get to bed. I don't think that I need rise any earlier than 6 a.m. tomorrow, hoping to get out to do some grocery shopping by 8 a.m.

We'll see.