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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).

Sunday, 24 May 2026

Fun and Games

'Twas a minute or two past 10 p.m. when I got into bed last evening with my cellphone alarm set for 6 a.m. to get me up in time enough for a mug of coffee (and an aspirin), and the time to normalize and otherwise prepare ere making the mile round trip hobble to do some grocery shopping at No Frills once it opened at 8 a.m.

I wasn't feeling great at 6 a.m., for I do not sleep well. But I had only risen once overnight to use the toilet, seeing as I returned to bed that it was 2:22 a.m. Yet I was keen enough on getting up despite feeling more uninspired than not ─ I could easily have remained in bed.

Even so, I got the job done, hobbling off at least five minutes before 8 a.m.

The sky was cloudy enough, but not heavily like I was expecting. Later, we were to have vast amounts of blue sky and sunshine, whereas yesterday I had been led to believe that today would be overcast with some rain due overnight and/or tomorrow.

My grocery bill came to $67.06.

I got home to find my younger brother watching his T.V. news: "Did you have a nice walk?"

I only commented that it was pleasantly cool, but I suppose that I could have added that I only crossed paths with one person on my way to the store, and two people as I laboured my way home. The fewer people, the better.

After I put away my purchases and then dressed down in my bedroom, I waited until 9 a.m. before going back downstairs to watch T.V. with my brother. Possibly I had to wait out 10 minutes ere he invited me to begin operation of our R69 Plus Android 14 TV Box.

I led with a three-minute (3:02) video published two days ago to Rumble's Action4Canada channel: Canada Under Threat? Louise Arbour Sparks Outrage.

Tanya Gaw and David Lindsay expose who Louise Arbour, Canada’s new Carney appointed Governor General, really is: a leftist, anti-Canadian globalist who is not fit to be the commander in chief of the Canadian Army, or the King’s representative in Canada. She does not stand by the Coronation Oath or the fundamental policies that shaped Canada. This is treason.

Join our Call To Action to stop Louise Arbour from threatening Canadian Sovereignty
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Then it was an 8½-minute (8:32) video uploaded yesterday to YouTube's Juno News channel: The real TRUTH about the Komagata Maru in 8 minutes.

The Komagata Maru is remembered as one of Canada’s great national shames.

Every year, politicians repeat the same story to virtue signal.

A ship carrying hundreds of hopeful immigrants arrived in Vancouver in 1914. Racist and evil Canadian authorities turned them away for no reason. Canada later apologized. Case closed.

But what if the story is not that simple?

In our latest video, we take a closer look at the history behind the Komagata Maru, the passengers on board, the political movement connected to the voyage, and the parts of the story that almost never make it into official speeches, school lessons, or government memorials.

Our third video was almost 22 minutes (21:58) and had been uploaded two days ago to YouTube's Rebel News channel: He might go to jail for a tweet against illegal immigration.

http://IrishFreeSpeech.com | 'I just can’t believe that I’m eight [court] appearances in for a retweet,' Kirk Loco told Ezra Levant.

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And then came Rescue: Special Ops ─ episode three ("Fire in the Cross") of the first season. I believe that my source was uploaded March 29, 2013, to YouTube's yeprealcool channel: Rescue Special Ops season 1 1x03 fire in the cross.

Good episodes this far ─ never boring, and some good-looking ladies acting in the series!

We finished up with our third sitting of a very long documentary downloaded onto the USB drive or stick in our T95Q Android 9 TV Box, but there is still something over an hour of the documentary left to watch, for we broke from it again so that my brother could return to his bedroom for further rest. He would be heading off for a bus ere mid-afternoon to go social drinking.

My wife had gotten home last evening after I had gone to bed. I was still awake at the time, but my open box of Domaine d'Or red wine (12% alochol) was still in her bedroom, so she was set. She had a full workday scheduled today, though, at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, and thus emerged from her bedroom around 9:40 a.m. to shower and otherwise ready, and then was away on her rather long drive not much after 10 a.m.

I was to have my usual midday nap; and then a little past 3:30 a.m. I availed myself of my wife's vacant bedroom and had my usual half hour of light exercising there. I noticed thereafter that the sky had markedly clouded over.

I might as well take my blogging break here at 4:20 p.m., and soon get into watching my usual three T.V. shows ─ whatever is next on the rotation ─ whilst doing some drinking. I have nothing unusual planned for tomorrow morning.

First, though ─ my day's second and final meal. 

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The word "usual" is commonplace in my posts because of how insignificant and mundane my repetitive days are.

My first show was Humansepisode three of the first season or series. My source was at M4uFree.cx.

Despite having watched an unknown number of episodes pre-COVID (I never kept a record of how far my brother and I got into the series when we used to drink quite heavily together in the evenings), I recall so little of what I see that it is almost like I am watching something new.

I find myself responding on a biological level to the female 'synths', which is part of what the producers and writers intend for viewers. I can even imagine bonding with one, and the concept attracts me ─ again, just as likely was intended.

To enjoy the show, I had poured myself about 12 ounces of the red wine from my wife's bedroom, and of course it was almost perfect following my meal. The episode was done by 6:14 p.m.

My second show was The Rookie ─ episode nine ("Fun and Games") of season eight. My source was at TVSeries.video.

I thoroughly enjoyed it, but I realize that this is a fictional policing world and it is nothing like that ─ the human relationships, I mean. I don't trust cops ─ they are weak brutes by and large who will do any and everything their godly superiors tell them to do, and then later plead that they were only following orders if they get called to the carpet for any of it.

So as fiction, it was a darned good show, but I was at least moved by some of Humans.

I drank a can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) during the episode, and both were done by 7:22 p.m.

Last and definitely least was the stupid Doom Patrol ─ episode five ("Dada Patrol") of season three. So damned much time is wasted in each episode as each character is subjected to philosophizing of a nature completely irrelevant to the real life here all around we the viewers ─ it is all fiction, and none of the nonsense excruciatingly detailed has anything to do with sanity.

I am getting so tired of the bollocks episode after episode. Obviously the episode came in last by ranking this evening, The Rookie was second, and Humans first.

My source was GOOJARA.to, and it and a second beer were done by 8:36 p.m.

I took the time to brush my teeth when the show was done, afterwards realizing that my brother was already home and passed out downstairs in his favourite chair 'watching' The Golden Girls with Bev. This is what his mental strength has become reduced to in his years of daily drunkenness ─ back to back episodes of The Golden Girls and other equally vintage sitcoms because that's about all she is capable of as well once she starts drinking her white wine in the latter afternoon awaiting his homecoming.

And I have to drink alone here in my tiny bedroom at day's decline while watching T.V. shows on my computer, unable to access the T.V. downstairs that I actually bought. I don't even have that tiny relief from my oppression. 

It is 9:41 p.m. ─ time I publish this post and start shutting down everything I have open on my computer, and then I will get to bed. I may well manage it by 10 p.m.

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