Snapped

I slept poorly during the latter portion of my night, but since I never checked the time, I cannot say if if was from 4 a.m. or just when. My cellphone alarm was set for 6 a.m., so that was when I rose to contend with my morning.

No later than 7:40 a.m. I dealt with the 10 slow full-range push-ups that presage my visit to the backyard tool shed for the usual 15 minutes of exercise out there. It was very usual: two pull-ups in the first set, and then a single repetition in each of the five sets that followed, with a 45-count dead hang at the completion of the final pull-up.

Then came the squat work to strengthen my crippled right knee and quadriceps.

Thereafter back in the house I dished up my day's first light meal and brought that upstairs here to my bedside computer ─ my younger brother had already come downstairs and was watching his T.V. news programmes while having a coffee.

I joined him at the T.V. a little past 9 a.m., and by 9:20 a.m. took over and activated our R69 Plus Android 14 TV Box, then tuned in a two-minute video uploaded earlier today to YouTube's AnitaK channel: He said, it’s child abuse.

Bumped into Barry Neufeld at a Town Hall where Dr Charles Hoffe was speaking. 

My phone ran out of storage right as I started recording--sorry!

The B.C. Human Rights Tribunal has ordered former Chilliwack school trustee Barry Neufeld to pay $750,000 for violating the Human Rights Code by saying transitioning kids is child abuse.

Then it was a 14-minute (14:12) video published earlier today to BitChute's Page Chronicles channel: Reality Rules❗️• Harley Schlanger (Schiller Institute / TLO) •🕞14 mins.

🎯 Repost: 19 June 2026 • Harley Schlanger (Schiller Institute / The LaRouche Organization) • Western leaders are living in a bubble, reading from the same script written by global central bankers, City of London imperialists, and their Zionist puppets, to convince you all is well, and there is nothing you can do to change things. But the Iran war has flipped the script -- even Donald Trump can see that. Sticking with that script leads to depression, permanent war, depopulation, and possibly the extinction of human life on the planet. Join us to create a new paradigm, based on a new security and development architecture, which serves the interests of all people in all sovereign nations. Ignoring reality is not a good idea!

There was considerably more to the description ─ lots of links I don't feel inclined to re-post.

That was followed by a 15½-minute (15:32) video uploaded earlier today to YouTube's Real America's Voice and 2 more channel: TRANS DEBATE GOES OFF THE RAILS.

The final showdown at Slippery Rock University turns into an all-out culture war clash.

Alex Stein goes head-to-head with a left-wing student over transgender ideology, puberty blockers, gender transitions for minors, women's sports, immigration, H-1B visas, healthcare, Palestine, and the role of government.

What starts as a debate about trans athletes quickly spirals into a rapid-fire exchange on some of the most controversial issues in America today.

No teleprompters. No filters. Just an unscripted campus debate that had the crowd locked in from start to finish.

Watch the full exchange and decide for yourself.

Switching gears, I next tuned in Doc Martin ─ episode seven ("Listen with Mother") of season or series six. Uptight Martin does not deserve Louisa ─ what manner of man would not want to snuggle and coo sweet nothings to such a naturally beautiful young woman? The poor thing obviously had the most meagre of trimmings to select from in choosing her life's companion there in isolated Portwenn.

When Doc Martin was done, I switched over to our T95Q Android 9 TV Box and the USB drive inserted into it, and we watched a downloaded episode of Yonderland ─ the first season or series episode three ("Reformation"). I don't know for certain now, but my download source might likely have been GOOJARA.to.

It was only 11:15 a.m. or so when Yonderland ended, but my brother was already set to return to his bedroom for further bed rest, for it proved that very early in the afternoon he would be leaving on foot to catch a bus and go social drinking.

This was a hot and sunny day, so I intended some sunning. First, though, I got back to bed ahead of noon for a nap, rising again just before 1 p.m. If I knew that my wife would not be coming home before she reported in to work the latter part of the day at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, I would have used her vacant bedroom for some exercise before sunning.

My brother was still home. I was unsure if maybe he might intend mowing the lawns, but anon I heard him say goodbye to Bev ─ that was my cue to ready for the sunning session.

And it was to begin at 1:31 p.m. through to 3:05 p.m., so just a very few minutes over 1½ hours.

Upon coming back into the house, I found my wife busy in the kitchen cooking. She was to leave for work right around 3:30 p.m., but she first dished me up the delicious light meal that was to be my day's second and final meal (along with a mandarin orange and an apple).

By the time my wife left, it was far too warm in the bedrooms for me to care to exercise after having been out in the Sun for as long as I had been. This needed to have been done in the early afternoon.

Now, concerning my earlier nap. Before taking to my bed, I had checked my financial situation online, for I had not done so for a few days. What I discovered deeply disturbed me. I have no desire to be upsetting myself more by getting into it, but it boils down to the fact that in order to have the money in my account to cover next Thursday's fortnightly mortgage payment that is debited automatically, I can do no shopping until I receive my monthly pension income towards the end of the month.

And in researching this just now, I see that the deposit of my pension is scheduled for June 26 ─ the day after the mortgage is due. I had fretted that I might not be getting paid until after that weekend.

But I do not see how I am going to make it through July without financial assistance, since our property taxes are due July 2nd. My share is practically two mortgage payments ... yet there will still be those two mortgage payments next month!

I cannot bear getting through my evenings without my usual few drinks ─ it is my sole relief from the bleakness of my life.

Anyway, yes, I am feeling considerable stress. As often occurs, while I was sunning I was contemplating that only my familial responsibilities are keeping me in this bondage to debt; had I no such sense of obligation, it would be better for me to not be continuing with my pointless life.

With that stated, at present it is 5:34 p.m., so I am going to take my blogging break and commence that drinking while watching (here on my bedside computer) whatever are the next three T.V. shows on my list.    

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My four-litre box of Domaine d'Or red wine (12% alcohol) only had maybe two ounces remaining, so I filled up the rest of the glass tumbler with an additional 10 or so ounces of Sommet Rouge ─ also 12% alcohol.

I was delighted to discover that my next show was to be The 100 ─ episode 10 ("A Little Sacrifice") of season seven. My source was at GOOJARA.to.

I have begun to love these late episodes of the series ─ I know this one will easily top the three shows in my personal poll.

Alas, it ended rather abruptly at 6:36 p.m.

With the glass tumbler of wine done and a can of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol) to hand, I saw that my next show was Van Helsing ─ episode 12 ("Three Pages") of season four. I chose GOOJARA.to as my source again.

It was good ─ but nowhere near The 100 good, though. And it was done by 7:49 p.m.

My second and final can of beer accompanied Madam Secretary ─ episode 20 ("The Necessary Art") of the first season. Opting for reliability, I chose GOOJARA.to as my source for the third time.

The show was over by 8:47 p.m.

I nearly chose to discard this long-lived series because it is not my 'cup of tea'. I disbelieve 'the Establishment' ─ this sort of series was approved by that very entity, and I detest the beguility of so many people who kept the series in vogue for so bloody many seasons.

I am drawn to Russians, however, so I watched the episode when I saw its description. Nonetheless, I only ever began watching the series because the actress (Julia Schlaepfer) who portrayed the valiant English socialite Alexandra who died in her bid to reach her American husband Spencer Dutton's family ranch in the midst of Wintry Montana in the T.V. series 1923 enchanted me so profoundly.

Yet she only makes one appearance in this series, and not until the third season. I have already put myself through 20 episodes of the first season of the political propaganda Madam Secretary series, and it is still not done ─ enough, I think. Next time I am only going to watch the relevant third season episode and be done with it.

Incidentally, I think that it was maybe 9:02 p.m. when I heard my brother come through the front door.

Anyway, I had no early a.m. plans for tomorrow, alas, so I tuned in the sitcom Whitney after pouring myself a bit more than a big half-shot glass of Johnnie Walker Red Label Blended Scotch Whisky (40% alcohol) ─ specifically, Whitney was episode nine ("Snapped") of season two. My source this time was at Soap4Days.pro ─ new to me!

It was a good Whitney episode ─ not the best, though.

I neglected to take note of when it finished, but it was well past 10 p.m. Before I tuned it in I had taken the time to brush my teeth.

Maybe it's best I start shutting down everything on this device and get to bed. A financial miracle would sure be nice. Right now it is 10:41 p.m.