Silenced State

My wife was home before I made it to bed late last evening. At one point I was to hear a very loud clatter in the kitchen when she apparently dropped something rather heavy, and then I heard my younger brother solicitously call forth from the living room (where he was watching T.V. with Bev) if everything was okay?

She claimed that it was and then offered some explanation I could not hear from here at my bedside computer upstairs.

She later came upstairs and sheepishly confessed to me that she had caused a foot of hers great pain. Apparently it was a heavy pot she had dropped, but she had reflexively and thoughtlessly ─ as we sometimes inexplicably will do ─ stuck forth her bare foot to break the object's fall.

When she came downstairs this morning to leave shortly past 10 a.m. for another full day's work at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, I asked and learned that her foot was still sore.

As for my morning today, I rose early ─ possibly ahead of 5:30 a.m. ─ and dealt with the half hour chore of watering the front yard garden areas. My wife had evidently watered some of it last night, but I still gave those areas a further soaking.

Then I went out to the backyard tool shed for the usual results in six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups: two pull-ups in the first set, but just one repetition in the following five sets.

I did these because I knew I was not going to exercise later in the day, and I had not exercised at all yesterday.

It was hot today.  

I surprised myself later by having the wherewithal to head off on the half mile hobble to do some grocery shopping at No Frills. I doubt that I left any earlier than 7:50 a.m. (the store opens at 8 a.m.), finding it to be very warm already. Even though my crippling does not allow me to travel fast, I was already glistening with perspiration by the time I got to the store where I only blew something under $40 because of my deep concern over my financial situation.

It is disheartening how difficult it is for me to 'walk' now, and both feet seem like they may be at risk of plantar fasciitis.

Anyway, I got back home to find that my younger brother had not yet emerged from his bedroom. Nevertheless, he did do so maybe 10 minutes later to watch his T.V. news shows and drink instant coffee.

I joined him ahead of 9 a.m., yet still had to wait until at least 9:10 a.m. before getting his invitation to commence operation of our R69 Plus Android 14 TV Box.

I chose for us a 1½-hour documentary (1:32:40) that had been published March 19 to BitChute's Serene_Christine channel: FOLLOW THE SILENCED – WHEN VACCINE INJURY IS CALLED “MISINFORMATION”.

Follow the Silenced is a documentary by filmmaker Mikki Willis (Plandemic 1, 2 & 3), telling the stories of people who say their voices have been ignored.

In this film, individuals share their personal experiences after the COVID era and the struggles they faced in being heard by institutions, media and medical systems. Their stories raise difficult questions about transparency, accountability and the right to speak.

Whether you agree or disagree, these are voices that ask to be listened to.

Also watch our interview with filmmaker Mikki Willis from earlier this week: https://youtu.be/ojXyYq5D82E 

https://www.bitchute.com/video/kAhUgQhIz9v0/?list=notifications&randomize=false

It was very good, and kept my brother interested.

I then switched over to our T95Q Android 9 TV Box and the USB drive inserted into it, and we watched more of the video we had begun yesterday. But just like yesterday, my brother again cut it short with just under 15 minutes to go because he wanted to return to his bedroom for further bed rest.

I was to soon thereafter have myself a decent nap. Afterwards, even though my brother was still here and had not yet left for a bus to carry him off to social drink, at 1:45 p.m. I commenced 1½ hours of sunning in the backyard.

It was either sun, or exercise in my wife's vacant bedroom. Since tomorrow is to be cloudy, they say, the sunning had to be today.

This was also a bath day, but I waited until 5 p.m. before engaging that long chore. I ate my day's second and final meal before the bath.

Right now it is 6:41 p.m., so I am taking a blogging break now to watch the next three T.V. shows on my roster, while enjoying a little drinking. I will complete and publish this post in the latter evening.

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I practically jumped with eagerness and joy when I saw my first show was going to be Friday Night Lights ─ the first season finale episode 22 ("State"). My source was at GOOJARA.to.

Due to distraction from various worries, and especially pressing financial worries, I didn't immerse into the episode as much as I wanted and meant to do ─ even with a dozen or so ounces of Domaine d'Or red wine. Notwithstanding, I still hollered and applauded with glee when that game was won in the last very few seconds. And there was much snuffling then and at other times earlier.

I'm disappointed, though, that Tyra seemed to have conned poor Landry into chauffeuring her and her mother and sister into driving them all four hours to the game ─ and with the mother riding shotgun with poor Landry. He didn't even get to bask in Tyra's presence.

And she later rode home with Lyla, from the look of things. 

Regardless, I realized that this episode would easily top the three shows I was scheduled to watch. 

And it was done by 7:43 p.m.

Incidentally, for the first time this year I have needed to have a fan running here in my stifling wee bedroom facing the western afternoon Sun. 

Next up was Sight Unseen ─ episode six ("Lost in Translation") of season two. My source was at TVSeries.video.

Sure, it was entertaining and diverting enough, but even a can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) could not make it even a near second to Friday Night Lights. It was pablum alongside a gorgeously cooked steak with all the fixin's.

The episode was over by 8:59 p.m., and I am fairly confident that I heard my brother cough downstairs where Bev has been watching her old T.V. shows. He must have gotten home at some earlier point and was now passed out, providing her his best companionship.

With almost a groan of defeated disapproval I saw that my final show was The Handmaid's Tale ─ this time episode two ("Ballet") of season five. My source was again at GOOJARA.to ─ I tried TVSeries.video with two different links of the five or six offered, but I haven't the time for bloody buffering, so I changed website sources ─ GOOJARA.to always seems the stronger source.

The reason this series annoys me so much is because even though I know I will become invested once an episode begins, the damned dreary things are nearly a bloody hour long ─ that's a hell of a long time to try and extend a final can of beer. Truly, at least a quarter of an hour longer than a regular T.V. series ─ and I am no fan in the first place!

And then I'm stuck constantly having to look at homely June's buggy-eyed insane closeups that turn me right off ─ they are not dramatic, nor do these tactics draw me in. She is a self-centred wretch who has directly caused and even watched her loyal followers to be killed, later to her selfish interests giving up secrets they took to their graves basically on her behalf or for her cause.

I want to be done with her.

And now have they killed off Janine at last? I admit that I hated seeing her spirit crushed for a second time after having found the fire she was once filled with, but I had hopes that she would be rescued or otherwise escape from her situation ─ not resign in hopelessness and once more become a compromising weakling doing what she must to survive as a handmaiden in Gilead.

I don't want to research and see if she did indeed die ─ this would be defeating information for me.

The episode was done by 10:37 p.m.

Because of how much I resent The Handmaid's Tale, I am placing this episode behind that of the weak Sight Unseen. Friday Night Lights can never be surpassed.

Enough blogging. It is 11:24 p.m. and time I start closing down everything that requires it here on my computer.