😈Betrayal👹

X (formerly Twitter): Rob

Submerging myself into depravity last night, it was probably around 3:20 a.m. by the time I got to bed. As a consequence, today has been a total washout.

Despite my bedtime, I awoke a couple of times before finally arising ─ I think that was maybe around 7:38 a.m., by which time my younger brother was already watching T.V. downstairs. Had he not been, I would have gone down to boil water for a strong instant coffee; and if he had still not emerged from his bedroom by the time I had drunk it, I might have attempted some exercise in the backyard tool shed.

I did not join him for some T.V. until around 9:10 a.m., and I never boiled any water for a coffee until I heard my wife emerge from her bedroom and go into the bathroom around 9:40 a.m. She had a full workday today, and was probably away on her sunny drive just past 10 a.m.

I only had to wait two or three minutes before my brother turned the T.V. over to me so that I could put our T95X [it is actually T95Q] Android 9 TV Box to work, tuning in a 22-minute (22:50) video uploaded yesterday to YouTube's Juno News channel: Trump FURIOUS over Carney cozying up with China.

Last week, Prime Minister Mark Carney promoted a “New World Order” with China leading the charge—and, unsurprisingly, Brookfield connections are involved.

Candice then breaks down President Donald Trump’s latest focus in the Western Hemisphere. He’s pushing for Greenland to align with the U.S. as a counter to China and Russia, despite pushback from NATO. Will they bend to his plan?

Next, Candice covers Carney’s historic visit to Qatar—the first by a sitting Canadian prime minister. He’s aiming to strengthen ties with the Gulf state, even amid ongoing concerns about links to terror financing.

Finally, the Federal Court of Appeal ruled against the federal government in its handling of the 2022 Freedom Convoy, determining that the protest didn’t meet the threshold of a national security threat.

Our second video well exceeded an hour (1:08:57), and I fully expected my brother to get around to wanting to move on to something else, but he sat through it all without a demurring word. It had been published earlier today to Rumble's Free Your Mind Videos channel: NWO Report: Shedding 2026.

The host was Leonard Ulrich.

We finished with the hour or more remaining of the movie we had to cut from yesterday ─ 2013's Cold Turkey. Unfortunately, even though I had previously downloaded it, I now cannot find any sources for it online whatsoever. In time I suppose I could, but I haven't the time nor inclination.

If I had been able to locate a source at which to watch it, I would love to have screenshot a section in which actress Alicia Witt was performing a phenomenally high yoga bridge. In that scene, her character had joined her rather estranged older sister ─ who taught yoga, apparently ─ doing some yoga stretching in their father's backyard. The sister had warmed and limbered up enough to do the bridge, but Alicia's character Nina just pulled it off right away and held it with such ease that the older sister in jealous exasperation stormed away.

Anyway, after the movie my brother returned to his bedroom for further bed rest. I had eaten earlier while watching the video just before the movie, so I may have been back to bed by noon at latest. Initially I found sleep more elusive than I expected despite my need for it; but once I got there, I was to remain abed until 2:40 p.m.

Before it was yet dark this latter afternoon, I considered some exercising in my wife's vacant bedroom, but I was simply too disheartened over my misconduct last night ─ disheartened and self-disgusted.

I was even going to skip any supper at all (my second meal of the day), but I am the only person who can be relied upon to clean up the leftovers and other fare that my wife provides. I felt undeserving of the meal's calories, though.

My wife had attempted a Facebook video call to me at 3:42 p.m., but I didn't have my microphone turned on to hear the summons, and in addition nothing popped up on my Firefox browser that I have Facebook open on ─ apparently Firefox does not support Facebook video calls. I never knew that.

I must change my mood ─ I must, for I am too downcast. Right now it is 6:41 p.m., so I am going to take my usual daily break from blogging and watch a couple or so shows here on my bedside computer that will justify me in having two cans of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol).

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I led off with Betrayal ─ the premiere episode or "Pilot" of the first season. My source was this CineGo.co link.

This episode caught me deeply, for I once had a similar obsession with a married woman, except that I was single. I firmly believed that she was as close to perfection as I would ever find, and that somehow we were destined for one another.

The episode finished around 7:35 p.m., and already my brother was home from wherever he had bused in the early afternoon to social drink.

Next I tuned in FBI ─ episode 14 ("Hitched") of season seven. My source was this TVSeries.video link.

The episodes tend to always be interesting and even exciting; but this one was so bloody rousing from the point when character "OA" had to manually uncouple the last passenger car from a runaway train that I was nearly beside myself and in bloody tears.

Why has God allowed me to decay to where I am today? Those tears attended that despairment.

I don't know if I have mentioned it before, but actress Missy Peregrym had developed some obvious 'saddlebags' over the course of this series, but they seem gone now ─ the young woman has muscled-up those thighs and she can believably run with power and speed!

I think that the episode may have ended just ahead of 8:40 p.m., and I was so stimulated that even if it was an hour later, I would not have been able to simply go to bed.

I had drunk my two beers, so now it was up to a big shot of Lamb's Dark Navy Rum and a sitcom. My viewing choice was Trollied ─ the premiere episode ("Margaret's First Day") of season one. My source was uploaded May 13, 2022, to YouTube's British Comedy UK channel: Trollied.S06E01.1080p.

Oh bloody Hell! Only just now have I realized that I watched the first episode of season six! 

It was somewhat okay, but I never came anywhere near even slightly close to cracking a bit of a smile.

But at least it took me a bit past 9:30 p.m. Nevertheless, I absolutely needed to watch the premiere episode, and so I did at this uFLIX.to link.

I still had no smile, but at least I had a better handle on a few of the characters. It mystified me why no one wanted to attend the self-thrown birthday dinner party interim manager Jane was hostessing for her own 43rd birthday party. If she wasn't a despotic bitch, I would love to hang out with someone like actress Jane Horrocks.

But that's me here ─ not some employee at the supermarket.

So ... two shots now of rum atop the two strong beers.

For an hour or so outside my window, initially I had thought I heard some distant sort of steaming like a roofer or paving crew might be engaging ─ it would manifest for a second or so, and then pause for a few seconds. It even started to sound like maybe somebody softly snoring.

Then suspicion struck me ─ could it be some creature on the eave or carport roof below my open window? My window is covered over with a heavy curtain that is awkward to get to because of the crowded situation of my tiny bedroom, so I went to my wife's vacant and dark bedroom.

She only has a light fabric curtain partially covering her window, so I was able to easily carefully part some of it to listen through the window screen.

It definitely sounded like the noisemaker was coming from over by my bedroom window.

Then the noise seemed to draw nearer, and suddenly I saw rather large movement hoving into view, at which I ducked back into the darkened bedroom.

Was it a raccoon? I just don't know. I left curiosity alone and played that last episode of Trollied, but I still heard it outside my window for a little more thereafter.

I am going to call it quits on today's post and brush my teeth prior to a bedtime not too very far off ... unless I choose to linger on. Right now it is nearing 11 p.m., but I will wait until I am done with the teeth-brushing and know for certain if my evening is finished.

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I did hear the critter for a short time longer ─ so well over an hour overall ─ maybe 1½ or even two hours.

It is almost midnight and my drunken wife has been phoning me to beg $300 from me, even though once the mortgage is debited by the bank on Thursday, I will have less than $102 remaining in the account.

She gets paid by direct deposit that day as well, but I cannot get it across to her limited brain that she cannot possibly repay me in time that day if the mortgage is already failed as a debit.

Besides, she owes me $500 from better than two weeks ago when she promised to repay me within a few days, and that is still awaiting fulfillment.

I am going to turn of my phone and get to bed. She is on her own. I have no idea what stupidity she is up to.