Below is the fifth oldest of the posts that the Blogger / Blogspot platform “unpublished” from my personal blog last Summer as an act of blatant censorship because I dared to include a discussion of the phoney casedemic / plandemic / scamdemic that authorities throughout the free world have used for almost two years now as an excuse to start making dependant slaves of their citizens.
I had let those posts languish in limbo because I refuse to submit to such censorship; and then it recently occurred to me that I could simply republish them here.
And so that is what I have been doing.
The previous four posts are:
- August 9, 2021 ║ Crying Into the Wind
- August 6, 2021 ║ My Wife and The iCon Group
- July 30, 2021 ║ Defeated
- July 29, 2021 ║ My Short Anti-Vaccine Passport Rant to Three Members of the Surrey Board of Trade
And now here is that fifth post, exactly as it originally appeared, advertisements included.
Things have not changed. I still seek my bed in the early latter evening so that I can rise after three or so hours and sit up overnight working on a few things here at my computer. Most of that time is devoted to adding some content into whatever post I have underway at one of my two hosted websites, and in recent months it has taken me well over a month in order to finally publish a post.
Last night I probably rose around 12:30 a.m., and remained up until after 5 a.m. My wife had to work a full day today at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, so she retired soon after I first got up. Her full days have an 11 a.m. start time, which means that she has to be leaving here as soon after 10:30 a.m. as possible on her fairly long drive.
My eldest stepson was also still up last night, but he probably retired around 2 a.m. He is working an afternoon shift this week, although it seems that yesterday he skipped work.
My morning today began around 9 a.m. when I rose, but I had checked the time before then around 8 a.m., and sought a little further shut-eye.
I joined my brother at 10 a.m. to watch some T.V., although he sometimes waits far longer than I care before turning it over to me to put our Android TV Box into action. It must have been approaching 10:20 a.m. while I had to sit there with him enduring the nonsense COVID-19 B.S. on the CBC News channel he was watching.
He doesn’t believe that fiction either, but for some damned reason he is able to sit there and take in the worthless blather. I find such programming so highly offensive that if a ‘vaccine’ commercial comes on (as happened once when I was watching the recent Olympic Games telecast), I become so disgusted that I will turn off the programme I’m watching.
Maybe because I read articles online as well as watch other related videos, whereas my brother cannot use a computer without full guidance, he does not have the constant exposure that I do to the truth. Then when I am confronted by the lying mainstream media, I have zero tolerance for the deception and unwarranted fear-mongering. He is not quite so entrenched.
Anyway, I wanted us to watch Odessa Orlewicz’s latest video from yesterday, and so we finally did: UNDRIP Facts From An Indigenous Truth Warrior Joshua And Why You Should Prep!
I would love to be able to attend the workshop that her guest Joshua spoke about that is scheduled for this coming Saturday (August 14), but I have no means of getting from here in Surrey to Chilliwack. I do not drive.
Then I would have to try and find the location on foot even if I somehow got there.
My brother of course has the means, but he will not do anything that interferes with his daily ‘socializing’ at whatever bar or pub he feels like hitting on any particular day to hook up with various drinking buddies. He’s content to sit and fiddle in these places, and then come home in the evening pickled while swilling even more drink here, while the world around him ‘out there’ burns down.
One day, it will be too late for him to act.
I have no mean whatsoever. I don’t drive; and I am so deeply buried beneath a mountain of debt that I allowed my wife to heap down upon me that the only escape that I have from what’s coming is death.
I have pretty much resigned myself to that as my fact and fate.
That all aside, I like the looks of the website Joshua is behind: Fraser Valley Freedom Rally.
Some months ago, I remember seeing a video that Joshua had posted that involved interaction his White wife was having at what may have been a pharmacy post office ─ she was being refused service for not face-masking, yet she had often visited the place prior to then.
She ─ and Joshua ─ are medically exempt.
The wife was creating an enormous fuss, and had been alone at the business ─ that is, she had gone there without Joshua. And so once the furor flared, she had phoned Joshua to come and back her up.
I was most impressed with his calm and compliance, but it was clear that he was intensely angry, too. And somewhat so with his nearly unruly wife.
But that’s something else ─ we all have our days, good and bad.
As far as weather goes, today was good ─ a sunny one. Nevertheless, I got a late start on any sunning after having the past two or three days off due to contrary sunning weather.
After my brother sought his bedroom for some rest around 1:10 p.m. following our television together, I felt that I ought to seek some further rest as well. Besides, I wanted to avoid some uncomfortable financial questioning from him relating to our home.
When I emerged from my bedroom later, he was of course gone for the afternoon to at some point resume his daily drinking somewhere. I began work on this post, and never broke off to do any sunning until much later than I meant to happen ─ it was 4:24 p.m. by the time I began.
Well, even the sunning rays begin declining after that, so I don’t think that the vitamin D-generating rays are much in effect. Consequently, I only sunned until … well, I don’t think it was as late as 5:10 p.m. Heck, I still hadn’t even had anything to eat today as yet ─ just one of my special sustaining hot caffeinated beverages.
So I had a light meal, and that essentially brings me to the present as my evening begins.
My wife arrived home early last evening (she had been away since late Saturday afternoon, I believe it was). I hope to manage to get a little bit of latter evening sleep before she is home and intrudes upon me in the bedroom for one reason or another ─ her housecoat, for example. She isn’t likely to be getting to bed anything like early tonight.
I usually end my posts of late expressing that I am planning on a couple of drinks while enjoying some T.V., but usually I only seem able to have a can of beer. My early evening runs away on me; and also, I tend to incorporate a lot of fluid within the context of my supper, and that renders a second can of beer pretty much impossible.
Even if I could drink it, I would then need to micturate ever 20 or 30 minutes and thus be unable to gain any sleep while I had the bedroom to myself.
This time, however, it is not quite 6:30 p.m., so maybe I can squeeze in a second drink. After all, I don’t want to get too far out of practice!