30 07 2026 A Day in the Life – Forgiveness

Thank you Sivaady for this clip.

Sen. Ron Johnson doesn’t have updated videos on this Utube channel so OAN (might stay around) video shows his remarks and unanswered questions. He covers the fact the “death jab” was just that – DEATH.

Thank you for one of the best lines yesterday to “Dr.” Fauci in the hearing. We who have had family members murdered, by this sub-human grifter that made $11,000,000 off of the bio-weapon that he created against the laws of the United States by paying the Chinese to create the death virus which he profited off showing no remorse, have waited years for — Justice. “Who the FUCK do you think you were for doing that?” (On the advice of council, I respectfully decline to answer based upon my rights under the fifth amendment of the Constitution) 111 times. However, this evil creature put it all in a diary stored on Federal Government computer systems.

Brown -v- Walker 1896 :

4. It is almost a necessary corollary of the above propositions that, if the witness has already received a pardon, he cannot longer set up his privilege, since he stands, with respect to such offense, as if it had never been committed.

Additionally, in the case Burdick v. United States (1915) : This case further confirmed that a pardon removes the ability to invoke Fifth Amendment rights regarding the pardoned offenses.

So those two cases say clearly, Anthony Fauci, M.D. had no RIGHT to use the Fifth Amendment of the Constitution for any questions during those years.

Tucker Carlson, whom I deeply respect, spoke on the efforts of yesterday. It’s a bit long.

So Fauci walks out breaking more Justice code based on the fact the auto-pen gave him a pardon and this disallowed him to take the 5th on any questions. He walks out of the hearing a publicly humiliated worm, that he is, with a net worth of over $12,000,000 U.S. dollars with a lifetime pension for murdering millions of people not just with covid but during the 1980’s AID epidemic too. Where is the justice?

I’m driving home after watching this unfold and I’m pissed off once again that this sub-human narcissist murdered my brother. On CSN (Christian Satellite Network) a program is aired covering my issue. John said, “Beloved, let us love one another.” I’m not sure how I’ll ever get over the murder of my beloved brother, but with Jesus’s aide and strength I can learn to forgive. Hatred eats at our peace. Hatred harms our wellbeing. In the end, it does us no good and God’s got this as he has exclaimed,

“Vengeance is Mine, and recompense;
Their foot shall slip in due time;
For the day of their calamity is at hand,
And the things to come hasten upon them.’ ” Deuteronomy 32:35

And be kind to one another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, even as God in Christ forgave you. Ephesians 4:32

25-06-2026 A Day in the Life – Carrying On

Being at 145 hasn’t changed much of the daily fun. Get up, get ready, drive through stoplight hell of 707 and 544 in a State/County that doesn’t understand traffic movement in the slightest. A clog of cars and trucks bunch up at the red light, then it’s green and the lead vehicle has to wait to the count of 5 before starting through the intersection due to rabid red-light runners. Then as the first car of the clog gets through the light the next light trips to red thus stopping more cars for the clog to mass up together. It’ll turn green, same pause to accelerate by the lead vehicles so that now in a 45mph zone we are inching along at 20mph or less to approach yet another red-light to gather more in the clog which can back up two lights for more than three cycles to get through and it stretches for almost a half mile before you get to freedom on 31. It is only 15 miles as the roads travel to work but it takes 30 minutes to an hour to travel that distance with our current County Council. Nine hours later, you get to repeat the morning travel again but headed home.

Once home we are greeted most days with “Father Dearest” giving us a debrief of the days events at 145 and the “doom and gloom” that awaits our very existence. Greetings of love and attention lurch out at us by the Cat and Dogs (3 – Ma, Pa and Son) while we take out on the back patio after changing cloths. Happy, happy, joy, joy as they want our undivided attention and affection. Then there are the ducks that start waddling to the bird seed area once they see me sitting on the porch. 😉

It’s usually now that I finally get some time to myself 10:30ish. By now I’m pecked for the day and hence the lack of post on a steady basis lately.

Thanks for coming here, and may God bless you. Prayers appreciated.

Daniel

PS. My toe nail has grown back Timothy. It shows the move to remind me daily of the “fun” we had with this move. I so miss talking with you.

24-04-2026 A Day in the Life: I’ve lost count and still miss you.

Man this is so true.

Dad lies about everything. “I gave her the medication,” Steve exclaims as I ask about the agitation and scratching of the skin mother does when she hasn’t gotten the little red pill which mask the horrible pain she is in at this stage. When I offered to sort out the medicine some six months back because he was forgetting to administer it correctly he yelled, “I do not trust anyone with pharmaceuticals!” But he has us pick them up from the CVS so he doesn’t have to drive there in the nightmare traffic of Hwy 501 or the “service road” alternate. “She ate (this and that) great today,” he will say while the majority of the frozen dinner is sitting in the refrigerator for reheating the next day less I throw it away. Go figure on his duplicity.

I haven’t played the POH or POA card because he was getting it right more than wrong without wanting to admit failure, which is never been an option for this ole’ Marine Colonial. It is only progressing to the point that card may have to be played, and I hate that fact.

Denial isn’t just a river in Egypt.

2025 12 08 – A Day (#300) in the Life, but who counting?

Dad came out last night and told me of a tale from his youth.

“When I was about 10 years old tinsel cost $3.00 for a box. We didn’t have that type of money to waste. There was a store near the A&P Grocery Store where father (Virgil Cochran) worked that had a tree on display covered top to bottom with tinsel.

After Christmas, I was walking in the alleyway behind the A&P, and they had put the tree out for the trash folks to pickup. I went home and got bags and then went back and cleaned that tree of tinsel. That tinsel lasted till I moved away for college.”

God bless

2025 11 25 – A Day in the life #287 but who’s counting

Purewick delivery showed up today from a Sunday order. First order of business at the home was get it operational again while cleaning mother up. Father didn’t give her pain meds prior to the procedure. We had to deal with the “my back hurts,” “something is here or here on my back stabbing me,” and the general appreciation/bitching of getting the bed and body cleaned again.

Aimee and I are exhausted from the nursing job we have to perform every night with the two of them, bless their souls.

Ya’ll enjoy the time with your parents even if it’s this “stuff” too.

God bless

2025 11 16 – A Day in the Life #278 but who’s counting

Viva Anne Deaton Saunders (Jones) – Celebration of life November 15, 2025

Viva Anne Deaton Saunders (Jones). 82. of Murrells Inlet, S.C., passed away peacefully at her home on October 31. 2025. She was born or November 18, 1942, in Troy, N.C., to Ernest Lee Deaton Sr. and Maddie Viva Deaton of Troy.

Viva is survived by her daughter, Aimee Cochran. and her husband, Daniel; two grandchildren, Christopher Cochran and his wife. Elizabeth of Murrells Inlet. SC Ashley Aldridge and her husband, Jacob, of Denver Colorado.

Viva retired from North Carolina State University as the head of Admissions and was part owner of Cary Art and Frame in Cary, N.C.

She loved taking long walks on the beach, collecting seashells. shark teeth. and sea glass along the way.

A Service of Celebration will be held at 3:00 p.m. or Saturday, November 15, at First Wesleyan Church in Troy, N.C

God bless.

2025 10 24 – Day #256 But who’s counting, right Stacey?

Happy birthday to my surviving sibling. He’s old too *wink*

Dad’s HHR broke; not taking it back; taking it back; not taking it back; need gas; dashboard is not reliable. You name it, the Chevy HHR has reached “end-of-life” too, imho. But we are going on down the road via the great work at Auto Works (843) 957-2780 on Husted Rd. and Labonte St. in Conway, South Carolina. They have done a stellar job at finding a part and getting the vehicle operational again.

My vehicle choked and gagged today too. My battery installed in 2018 failed today. Nathan and crew were fast and furious at fixing the part on the 2012 Frontier. *cheers*

Got all clippings done this afternoon. The dogs loved the pork chop bone(s) after I had my leftover lunch from last night’s dinner.

Remember, God bless.