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Who am I?

I am an obscure great-great-grandson of Oscar Adolphe Barcelo & Eugenie Beaudry of Montréal.

And I am an equally obscure great-grandson of George Henry Leandre Barcelo & Sarah Anne Bird of Winnipeg (Manitoba) and Langdon (North Dakota).

Tuesday, 23 December 2025

No More

I felt none too well slept at all when my 6 a.m. alarm chimed this morning, despite having retired comfortably before midnight. What is it going to take for me to sleep soundly? Even at 6 a.m. I was awake and trying for another segment of sleep, probably dancing about on dreamland's outskirts.

It was approaching 8 a.m. before I went out to the backyard tool shed for a single repetition in each of six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups, but I held the dead hang of the final pull-up between two bars for a 45-count.

And then I engaged the challenging partial one-legged static squats, as well as the 31 full flat-footed regular squats, holding the final squat for a 100-count before rising.

My younger brother never emerged from his bedroom until nearly 9:30 a.m., so I had control of the T.V. via our Android TV Box. At his joining me, I turned in a 54-minute (54:19) video published two days ago to Rumble's WTFLouie channel: Maria Zeee & Tajana Cekic Globalists are Attacking Canada. 19-Dec-2025.

https://rumble.com/v738iwg-canada-in-chains-the-totalitarian-model-spreads-ft.-tajana-cekic-daily-puls.html
Social media personality Tajana Cekic joins us to detail the harrowing reality of living in Canada today. Tajana, having fled war in Eastern Europe as a child, draws comparisons between that era and how western government's are behaving, exposing the blueprint of where this all leads next.
Tajana Cekic

After that I tuned in Route 66 ─ episode nine ("Layout at Glen Canyon") of the first season. The episode is available as of a December 30, 2023, upload to YouTube's Classic Films & Serials Now! channel: Route 66 S1E09 Layout at Glen Canyon (December 2, 1960).

Even before seeing her, I immediately suspected that I was hearing "Elly May Clampett" quite early on ─ and sure enough, actress Donna Douglas was indeed a bit player. What a gorgeous drawl that young beauty had ─ too bad she was barely seen in this episode. I wonder why she got so little use?

That was the final show we watched. My brother then returned to his bedroom for further bed rest, confirming that he intended a drive to the government liquor store two miles away once he was rested.

I held off having my day's first meal until I had rested an hour or so, for I intended to ride along. It was to turn out that Bev was also going on the shopping trip for drink.

I was to buy another two dozen cans of Cariboo Malt to add to the two dozen I bought locally early Sunday, but I also bought a four-litre box of Mission Ridge Premium Red Wine (13% alcohol) to supplement my usual evening's two cans of beer when such becomes necessary ─ as it will be later today. I plan to lead off my entertainment with a Christmas movie.

Because of this strong desire, I forsook any light exercising in my wife's vacant bedroom, and I do have some guilt about that. But it seems justifiable considering Christmas is so nigh.

By the way, my wife had a full workday today at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, so she was up shortly after 9:30 a.m. to shower and such, and was on her way about a half hour later.

The day has been overcast, but I cannot say that I noticed any rain at all.

It is now 5:18 p.m., and late enough. I am going to break from blogging for several hours and do some drinking and watching of shows here on my bedside computer.

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My Christmas movie was absolutely delightful!

It was 2019's Mistletoe Magic. My source was this uFLIX.to link.

Within the first few minutes, I knew I was going to love this movie, and my eyes burned with some tearing in proper anticipation of what I was in for.

I was convicted that lead actress Jessica Sipos was known to me, even if her name was not. What a beautiful young woman! I cannot recall where she became familiar to me, but I do not doubt having seen her unique features before.

I also enjoyed her little friend and roommate, played by Alys Crocker. She was 'dumbed down' ─ that is, made plain; but I could tell that the lass was hot in her own right. I would love to see more of her.

The movie was a huge hit with me, and I could easily re-watch it at some point over the next three days in the right company ... but I shall not have it. A point in the movie struck me that ... no, I will not pursue where that was leading. I only know that I deserve the utter destruction that awaits.

I've got to get off this topic.

Suffice to say that I drank 1½ glass tumblers of the red wine I had bought earlier, and I am undeniably feeling it. The movie ended by 7 p.m., and Bev still seemed alone downstairs watching T.V.

He did show up a bit over 30 minutes later.

I next watched The Guardian ─ episode five ("Assuming the Position") of season two. My source was this GOOJARA.to link.

The episodes are always deeply involving; and this one finished with much left unresolved.

That was my first can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) swilled. The show finished by 8:30 p.m., so there had to be more, naturally.

The second can accompanied Midnight, Texas ─ episode six ("No More Mr. Nice Kai") of season two. My source was this CineGo.co link.

I was not at all happy that this series was succeeding The Guardian this evening, but it proved most effective at drawing me in and the realism of The Guardian was blotted out. I find the judicial system and law enforcement to be a farce in the present day, so I cannot align with their promotion.

It is proven that we must protect ourselves.

Regardless, that was the last drink of my evening, for I dare nothing more. I may attempt to rise at 6 a.m. to try and visit the local pharmacy or liquor store because I am so lacking on anything to give my wife Christmas Day ─ I have nothing.

I don't know what to do. What can one do when God despises him or her? That is what it is ─ put at its most simple.

It is presently 10 p.m., and I still want to drink. Who knows?

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