Pigs Sacrifice

For the second consecutive evening, last night I was to bed just ahead of 11 p.m., but this time I slept poorer in my night's latter hours.

I finally decided to rise ahead of my 6 a.m. cellphone alarm, figuring that it could well be around 5:30 a.m., judging by my previous time check. Well, it proved to be 5:59 a.m. ─ I was rising a minute ahead of schedule.

For the first time since it has been getting light outside before 7 a.m., around 7:15 a.m. I readied for my visit to the backyard tool shed for my usual morning exercises. However, my performance was usual ─ just a single repetition in each of the six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups. I then tackled the squat exercises intended to work my bad right knee and quadriceps muscles.

I already had my day's first meal awaiting me upstairs at my bedside computer.

My younger brother was not to emerge from his bedroom until just past 8 a.m. Oddly, he did not immediately begin laundering downstairs, but I never pointed out this observation to him. If he had forgotten that it was Friday somehow, then so be it.

I joined him shortly past 9 a.m. for our usual morning T.V. And when he fast gave his invitation to me to commence operation of our old T95Q Android 9 TV Box, I risked a very long video in the hopes that my brother might soon enough tire of it and we could move on to other fare, for the video was almost four hours long (3:56:00).

It had been uploaded yesterday to YouTube's Shawn Ryan Show: AJ - CIA Operative Breaks Silence on Directed Energy Weapons and Havana Syndrome | SRS #283.

AJ is a former senior CIA operations officer and twice-selected Chief of Station who served across the full spectrum of clandestine operations, including warzones, denied areas, and austere overseas postings. A U.S. Naval Academy graduate with a B.S. in Physics and a former Marine combat arms officer, AJ spent his career leading high-risk missions in defense of U.S. national security.

In 2021, while serving in Southeast Asia, AJ experienced what he describes as a directed energy attack associated with reported Anomalous Health Incidents (AHIs). He recounts an acute neurological event followed by lasting cognitive, physical, and autonomic symptoms. Subsequent medical evaluations documented biomarkers consistent with brain injury and confirmed dysautonomia, among other measurable abnormalities.

Drawing on historical research into directed energy programs and Cold War-era microwave investigations, AJ has spoken publicly about the broader national security implications of emerging non-kinetic weapons.
Following his medical retirement, he became an advocate for transparency, proper medical protocols, and full implementation of the Havana Act, engaging with congressional oversight bodies and senior national security officials to push for accountability and care for affected personnel.

Well, it developed that my brother had plans for the latter morning. Despite his clear interest in the video, around 10:40 a.m. he left to catch a bus and rendezvous with an irregular drinking buddy, and would thus be starting his daily social drinking maybe three or so hours earlier than usual ─ I cannot imagine that he will be in commendable condition by the time he gets back home this evening for T.V. with Bev.

But that's their mutual problem. I will be watching my usual three shows here on my bedside computer and drinking alone.

My usual early afternoon nap was thus begun in the late morning, so it was somewhere around 12:40 p.m. when I was finished with it.

By then, my wife was up, for she didn't have to work at the Thai restaurant until the latter part of the day, leaving here shortly past 3 p.m.

She was fairly sociable; and when she was heading off to do a little shopping, she asked if she could have $20. I only had $15 in my wallet, so I offered that; but she declined the full amount, and just took the ten.

I got a slightly later start of light exercising in her vacant bedroom than I like, but at least it was done.

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I took my usual early evening break to being watching my three T.V. shows here on my bedside computer while enjoying some drink. My first show finished by 7:39 p.m., but it would have been considerably earlier had my computer not frozen with that excruciating resonating grinding sound early into the episode.

It always takes considerable time for a successful restart before I can safely trust that the full loading process is done.

I tuned in The Handmaid's Tale ─ the premiere episode ("Pigs") of season four. My source was this Fmovies.co link.

When initially I saw that this series was up next on my list's rotation, I was annoyed, for I find the series dull and depressing. But the episode was truly interesting and exciting, and the ending most disturbing. The man butchered deserved death, but it should not have been by the hand of the hardened girl he had previously participated in sexually enjoying.

I had already finished one can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol); my second can and my second show were virtually over or done by 8:47 p.m.

The show this time was The Guardian ─ episode 10 ("Sacrifice") of season two. This time my source was a M4uHD.cx link.

Darned good show! But it's so damned bleak too often.

However, I got a kick out of the finish when lead character "Nick" basically got shanghaied by his father to meet for an evening dinner date a new client and the guy's gorgeous daughter. "Nick" had resisted past efforts by his father to meet this gal; but when they were introduced and he saw her and how sweetly open she was to meeting him, he practically gushed awkwardly like a teenager.

I loved it!

My final show ended pretty much by 10 p.m. ─ as did maybe 10 ounces of Sommet Rouge wine (12% alcohol).

The show was Dimension 404 ─ episode four ("Polybius") of the only season. My source was this CineGo.co link.

The show should have led off my evening ─ it was too damned silly to be closing it. The series deserved extinction.

Nevertheless, I tend to feel that I am somehow profiting from so many of the shows I watch because they yield a sharper awareness of how evil is masqueraded for entertainment.

Yet even this weak show had to be Gay-centred; despite that, the finale was touching, though I have no idea why the odd supposedly nerdish Asian-looking chick wanted to be a trio in friendship with the two Gay guys.

I don't need this sort of rot for entertainment.

And what a sad thing to see once-hot Adrienne Barbeau portrayed in such a vulgar, aged fashion. Back in the 1970s when she played a central character in Maude, she was a spectacular specimen of sexy and intelligent womanhood.

I am going to quit and publish this post now at 10:39 p.m. Had I been able to do this much earlier, I think that I would have gone forth in the early morning to visit a local pharmacy; but that ain't gonna happen now.

Note: I heard my wife get home at 10:30 p.m. And two minutes later, so did my drunken brother.