Wednesday, August 31, 2016

Notorious Korean drug trafficker 'Iris' caught in U.S.

(Korean drug-pusher nabbed by police.)

Yesterday, my wife made song-gay-tong for dinner. Translation? Salty chicken soup with ginseng and rice. The meal was fantastic. I ate every last morsel in my bowl. My wife is the Asian Martha Stewart. She excels at all things feminine. I washed the vittles down with several glasses of generic cola. I'm a broke dead dick, so I can't afford the good stuff.

I watched an episode of iZombie. A dancer is murdered outside of a strip-club with a tire-iron. Liv eats the victim's brain in order to find the killer. The brains give her visions about the crime. The culprit turns out to be a jealous stripper trying to protect her boyfriend. iZombie sounds like the dumbest show in the world. But nothing could be further from the truth. The program is both funny and entertaining.

I paid homage to the Christ God. I said the Lord's Prayer on bended knees. No big surprise. I'm not some dirty atheist. I thanked The Savior for his many blessings upon my life. For instance, it's wonderful to be surrounded by my family as I stuff my face with salty chicken. Both my sons are healthy, and we've never experienced hunger. Lots of people can't make this boast. They work their fingers to the bone and still go to bed with their stomachs rumbling. Things could always be worse. I'm just glad that I wasn't born in Djibouti.

I went to bed at 10 p.m. I dreamt that I was smoking cigarettes at a train station. I was afraid of getting caught by my neighbors.

I woke up at 6 a.m. and drank a cup of freshly brewed coffee. Then I read the paper while enjoying a bathroom break. A Korean drug trafficker living in Los Angeles was recently nabbed by the powers-that-be. She'll be extradited to Seoul in September. Furthermore, this criminal is a middle-aged housewife. She's 41-years-old. The peninsula doesn't look kindly on drug pushers. She'll probably have to spend  more than a decade in prison. South Korea is pretty much drug free. There aren't a lot of junkies wandering the streets.

I turned on CNN. Trump will deliver a speech clarifying his immigration policy later this week. He's also visiting Mexico to speak with President Nieto. Deportation squads are no longer his solution to our immigration woes. However, he still plans on building a wall along the border to keep the country secure. Plus he will deport all illegals who have committed serious crimes on American soil. Sounds good to me.

Anyway, my quiver is empty. So long for now, and God bless everybody. Enjoy the song of the day. Enjoy the song of the day.

(Beautiful Loser)

Tuesday, August 30, 2016

Half-naked woman escapes from car

(A Korean woman runs screaming from a car.)

Yesterday, I had beef and rice for dinner. I'm not a huge fan of rice. The stuff comes with every meal. But I didn't complain. I just smiled and ate my vittles with a smile on my face and a song in my heart. I'm wonderful that way. The glass is always half-full at my humble abode. I washed the food down with several glass of Cass. Cass is my favorite beer in Korea. It's both smooth and delicious.

I watched the game between Manchester City and West Ham United. City prevailed by the score of 3 to 1. Raheem Sterling had a stellar performance, scoring two goals in the match. Sterling's a very impressive player. In fact, the entire squad is currently the best team on the planet. City has a lot of guys who know how to put the ball into the back of the net. This could very well be the best year in the history of the EPL. I'm quite excited.

(Raheem Sterling: The great ones make it look easy.)

I paid homage to the Christ God. I said the Lord's Prayer on bended knees. No big surprise. I'm not some filthy pagan. I thanked The Savior for his many blessings upon my life. For instance, it's fun to relax on the sofa while watching English football. Not a lot of people get to experience this pleasure. They're too busy breaking their backs to put food on the table. Things could always be worse.  I'm just glad that I wasn't born in Peru.

I went to bed at 10 p.m. I didn't dream. I woke up at 6 a.m. and drank a cup of freshly brewed coffee. Then I read the paper while enjoying a bathroom break. A half-naked Korean woman escaped from a car in Seoul during the middle of the night. She was wearing only her bra and panties. The man driving the automobile claims that he and the victim are involved in a relationship. However, she's refusing to speak to the cops, so the incident remains a mystery.

I turned on CNN. Hillary Clinton's top aide, Huma Abedin, has decided to divorce Anthony Weiner. The cause? The former congressman was caught yet again sexting young women over the internet. Trump claims that Weiner likely had access to top-secret information. According to The Donald, the incident underscores Hillary's lack of sound judgment.

Anyway, my quiver is empty. So long for now, and God bless everybody. Enjoy the song of the day.

(Beast of Burden)

Monday, August 29, 2016

Female teacher gets jail sentence for having sex with middle school student

(A Korean boy gets raped by his female teacher.)

Yesterday, I had chicken and French fries for dinner. I cooked the fries in my magnificent Phillips air-fryer. They came out all hot and crisp and salty. That machine is an absolute dream. The meal was delicious. I love starch. It sends me straight to the moon. I washed the vittles down with several glass of generic cola. I'm a broke dead dick, so I can't afford the good stuff.

I watched the UFC on Fox 21. In the main bout, Demian Maia took on Carlos Condit. Carlos is a bad ass. He's been in some very exciting fights throughout his career. But Maia is unmatched in Brazilian jujitsu. No one even comes close. The contest didn't last long. Demian squeezed the life out of Condit in less than a minute. The choke was absolutely beautiful.

(Demian Maia is the king of Brazilian jujitsu.)

I paid homage to the Christ God. I said the Lord's Prayer on bended knees. No big surprise. I'm not some filthy pagan. I thanked The Savior for his many blessings upon my life. For instance, it's nice to kick back on a Sunday afternoon and watch a little UFC. Lots of people aren't that lucky. They're too busy busting their asses to put food on the table. Things could always be worse. I'm just glad that I wasn't born in Gary, Indiana.

I went to bed at 10 p.m. I dreamt about Joe Rogan. He came out as gay man and admitted to living with his boyfriend. I was very disappointed.

I woke up at 6 a.m. and drank a cup of freshly brewed coffee. Then I read the paper while enjoying a bathroom break. A female teacher from South Korea was found guilty of raping a 13-year-old boy. She's been given a suspended sentence. If she keeps out of trouble for two years, she won't have to serve any time in jail. The peninsula is very lenient when it comes to consensual sex with minors. I just don't understand the mentality.

I turned on CNN. Colin Kaepernik is the quarterback for the San Francisco 49ers. He's now refusing to stand for the national anthem due to American oppression. He claims to be speaking for those who have no voice, but this is nothing but a scam. Kaepernik will soon be on the 2nd string because of his poor play. He wants to turn his demotion into a racial issue. 

Anyway, my quiver is empty. So long for now, and God bless everybody. Enjoy the song of the day.

(Squeeze Box)
  

Sunday, August 28, 2016

The media crucifies Trump for telling the truth

(Leftists just can't handle the truth.)

Yesterday, my wife brought home a pizza for dinner. I can't eat cheese, so the pie came with only sauce and pepperoni. The meal was delicious. I'm a big fan of starch. It sends me to the moon. I washed the vittles down with several glasses of generic cola. Sadly, I'm a broke dead dick, and I can't afford the good stuff.

I watched several episodes of Wayward Pines. Jason Patrick is the new star of the show. Patrick's father was actually Jason Miller who played Father Karras in The Exorcist. Wayward Pines is set 2,000 years in the future. Nearly all the humans are dead. The few remaining survivors live in an American neighborhood which is surrounded by a huge electric fence. I enjoy the show very much. But let's face it. I'm starved for entertainment.

I paid homage to the Christ God. I said the Lord's Prayer on bended knees. No big surprise. I'm not some filthy pagan. I thanked The Savior for his many blessings upon my life. I find that routine leads to a sense of contentment. And I'm fortunate to have a consistent daily schedule. Lots of people can't make this boast. They're far too busy scratching out a living to prevent starvation. Things could always be worse. I'm just glad that I wasn't born in El Salvador.

I went to bed at 10 p.m. I dreamt about walking up a large hill. The trip was arduous.

I woke up at 8 a.m. and drank a cup of freshly brewed coffee. Then I read the paper while enjoying a bathroom break. A professional baseball player from Korea is being punished for fixing matches. He was a successful pitcher for both the Nexen Heroes and the NC Dinos. He won't spend any time in jail but will be given a life-time suspension from the sport he loves. Seems fair to me.

I turned on CNN. The liberal press is crucifying Trump for telling the truth about the African-American community. Dwayne Wade's cousin was recently gunned down in Chicago as she walked her daughter to school. Murder is a huge problem on the Southside of the Windy City. It's also a frequent occurrence in nearby Gary, Indiana. Trump merely pointed this out and suggested that minorities should give him a chance at the voting box. The press promptly accused him of racism. I truly don't get it.

Anyway, my quiver is empty. So long for now, and God bless everybody. Enjoy the song of the day.

(I Know What I Like)

Friday, August 26, 2016

Prosecutors seek jail for alleged 'husband rapist'

(A Korean man claims that he was raped by his wife.)

Yesterday, I had spicy chicken for dinner. The meal was very good. I'm a huge fan of poultry. It's both cheap and delicious. I washed the vittles down with several glasses of Cass. Cass is my favorite brand of beer in Korea. It's nice and smooth.

I watched the Samsung Lions. The squad's most famous player needs two more home runs to reach 600 dingers. For the life of me, I can't remember the guy's name. Let's just call him Mr. Lee. Anyway, Mr. Lee went hitless last night. Perhaps he'll accomplish the feat later today. I find that I'm starved for entertainment.

I paid homage to the Christ God. I said the Lord's Prayer on bended knees. No big surprise. I'm not some dirty nihilist. I thanked The Savior for his many blessings upon my life. For instance, my oldest boy will soon be attending college. His life is filled with opportunities that many children simply don't have. I'm truly blessed. Things could always be worse. I'm just glad that I wasn't born in Panama.

I went to bed at 10 p.m. I didn't dream. I woke up at 6 a.m. and drank a cup of freshly brewed coffee. Then I read the paper while enjoying a bathroom break. A Korean woman stands accused of raping her husband. She supposedly tied him to a chair and forced him to have sex with her. The prosecution wants her to go to jail for seven years. But that's never going to happen. Koreans don't believe in spousal rape.

I turned on CNN. There's a gruesome story coming out of New Mexico. Police found the dismembered body of a ten-year-old girl in a bathtub. The child was tortured and sexually abused by three adults--including her very own mother. These villains should be slowly boiled in oil. Donald Trump and I have one thing in common. We both believe in torture.

Anyway, my quiver is empty. So long for now, and God bless everybody. Enjoy the song of the day.

(You Should Be Dancing)
   

Thursday, August 25, 2016

Wild boar sightings in Seoul hit 80

(Wild pigs are both dangerous and delicious.)

Yesterday, I had beef and rice for dinner. I'm not a huge fan of rice. The stuff comes with every meal. But I didn't complain. I just smiled and ate my vittles like the village retard. I'm wonderful that way. The glass is always half-full at my humble abode. I washed the food down with several glasses of genuine Coke. I'm a broke dead dick, so I usually drink the generic stuff. But sometimes a man has to splurge.

I watched Vice Principals. It's currently the funniest show on television. Vice Principal Gamby and Vice Principal Lee are trying to get the principal fired in order to steal her job. The abuse they heap upon this poor woman is downright scary. For example, they burn her house to the ground and spit in her coffee. They also try to make her look stupid by stealing textbooks and lacing the football team's water with LSD. Vice Principals gets my highest recommendation. You'll piss your pants with laughter.

I paid homage to the Christ God. I said the Lord's Prayer on bended knees. No big surprise. I'm not some dirty pagan. I thanked The Savior for his many blessings upon my life. For instance, I've never gone to bed hungry. My stomach has been full since the moment of my birth. Lots of people can't make this boast. They work like dogs but still suffer from malnutrition. Things could always be worse. I'm just glad that I wasn't born in Chad.

I went to bed at 10 p.m. I didn't dream. I woke up at 6 a.m. and drank a cup of freshly brewed coffee. Then I read the paper while enjoying a bathroom break. Eighty wild boars have been sighted in Seoul this year. These pigs come down from the mountains looking for food. They're very aggressive and powerful. A seventy-year-old grandfather was recently injured by one of these out-of-control porkers. 

I turned on CNN. A powerful earthquake hit Italy, killing hundreds of people. The powers-that-be are searching through the wreckage for survivors. Life is certainly painful at times, and there's just no telling when the Lord will call you back home. Nobody gets out alive--not even the rich.

Anyway, my quiver is empty. So long for now, and God bless everybody. Enjoy the song of the day.

(Life of Illusion)

Tuesday, August 23, 2016

Cholera outbreak confirmed in Korea for the first time in 15 years

(Cholera used to kill a ton of people.)

Yesterday, I had beef and French fries for dinner. I cooked the fries in my magnificent Phillips air-fryer. They came out all crisp and salty and delicious. I love starch. It sends me straight to the moon. I washed the vittles down with several glasses of generic cola. I'm a broke dead dick, so I can't afford the good stuff.

I didn't watch any television. Instead, I read a few short stories by Sherwood Anderson. My all-time favorite is Hands. It's about a gay school teacher who is mistaken for a pedophile. He's beaten to a pulp by an angry father and run out of town by a mob who wants to hang him. The protagonist, Wing Biddlebaum, spends the rest of his life in fear with his hands in his pockets.

I paid homage to the Christ God. I said the Lord's Prayer on bended knees. No big surprise. I'm not some filthy pagan. I thanked The Savior for his many blessings upon my life. For instance, not a lot of people get to read belles lettres while relaxing on their sofas. I'm a fortunate man. Things could always be worse. I'm just glad that I wasn't born in Yemen.

I went to bed at 10 p.m. I didn't dream. I woke up at 6 a.m. and drank a cup of freshly brewed coffee. Then I read the paper while enjoying a bathroom break. A Korean man contracted cholera here on the peninsula. This is the first case in fifteen years. Victims of cholera get the disease by drinking tainted water. Great. More good news. Oh well. We all got to die sometime, so no point in sweating it.

I turned on CNN. Many Trump supporters believe that Hillary Clinton is very ill. However, Hillary insists that's she's as healthy as a horse. The truth is probably somewhere in the middle. She looks old, and she's certainly having a tough time climbing up stairs. But don't let appearances fool you. That old lesbian will probably last for another hundred years.

Anyway, my quiver is empty. So long for now, and God bless everybody. Enjoy the song of the day.

(Knights in White Satin)

Monday, August 22, 2016

Drug arrests in S. Korea hit record high in 2015

(Korea is virtually drug free.)

Yesterday, I had beef and rice for dinner. I'm not a huge fan of rice. The stuff comes with every meal. But I didn't complain. I just smiled and ate my vittles with a smile on my face and a song in my heart. I'm wonderful that way. The glass is always half-full at my humble abode. I washed the food down with several bottles of Cass. Cass is my favorite beer in Korea.

I watched UFC 202. The match between Connor McGregor and Nate Diaz was easily the best fight in the history of humanity. They punched each other in the face for five straight rounds. Nate's visage was a grotesque mask of blood. I nearly puked just looking at him. In fact, his blood was dripping everywhere. The entire mat was stained the color of crimson. In the end, Connor won a majority decision. Talk about entertainment.

I paid homage to the Christ God. I said the Lord's Prayer on bended knees. No big surprise. I'm not some dirty nihilist. I thanked The Savior for his many blessings upon my life. For instance, it's wonderful to relax on my sofa and watch the UFC. A lot of folks don't get to experience this sort of joy. They're too busy working in order to put food on the table. Things could always be worse. I'm just glad that I wasn't born in Brazil.

I went to be at 10 p.m. I dreamt about fishing in a row boat. I sat next to a complete stranger with my line in the water. I told him that global warming was bullshit. He didn't respond.

I woke up at 6 a.m. and drank a cup of freshly brewed coffee. Then I read the paper while enjoying a bathroom break. The amount of drug arrests in South Korea hit a record high. The powers-that-be blame the increase on the internet. People are buying narcotics over the web. However, less than 12,000 were busted last year, and the peninsula's population is well over 50 million. Those numbers are amazing. I live in a country which is virtually drug free. Good for me. It's one less thing to worry about.

I turned on CNN. Trump's softening his previous immigration policy. He has given up on the idea of deportation squads. It's a wise move. Grabbing people out of their homes in the middle of the night is not an image one should associate with their president. However, we do need a secure border. I'd be happy with amnesty for current residents and a very high wall to dissuade the stubborn. But nobody listens to me.

Anyway, my quiver is empty. So long for now, and God bless everybody. Enjoy the song of the day.

(Close My Eyes Forever)

Sunday, August 21, 2016

Korean woman murders daughter 'possessed with evil spirit'

(A young Korean woman was slaughtered by her mother and brother.)

Yesterday, I took my family to a restaurant named Ashley's. The establishment  has a Gone With the Wind motif. It's walls are covered with pictures of Vivien Leigh and Clark Gable. The food was pretty good. I ate a lot of coconut shrimp and crab-fried rice. I washed the vittles down with several large glasses of red wine. A good time was had by all.

I watched English football. Manchester United hosted South Hampton. The Reds won the match 2-0. Zlatan was the man of the hour once again. He scored both goals. Many believe that United will win the EPL. However, I'm not buying the all the hype. Zlatan's great, but he's 34-years-old. Guys his age get injured all the time. My money's on Manchester City. City has a lot of young players who can put the ball in the back of the net.

I paid homage to the Christ God. I said the Lord's Prayer on bended knees. No big surprise. I'm not some dirty nihilist. I thanked The Savior for his many blessings upon my life. For instance, a lot of people don't get to stuff their faces with crab-fried rice and shrimp. They're too busy scrounging for food to keep their families alive. I'm a fortunate man. Things could always be worse. I'm just glad that I wasn't born in Somalia.

I went to bed at 10 p.m. I didn't dream. I woke up at 8 a.m. and drank a cup of freshly brewed coffee. Then I read the paper while enjoying a bathroom break. A Korean mother stabbed her daughter to death because she thought the young woman was possessed by a demon. This story is ghastly. She stuck a knife in the poor girl's neck as her son beat the victim in the chest with a baseball bat. The woman's ex-husband turned both culprits over to the police. They're now in custody.

I turned on CNN. The big news is Ryan Lochte. Ryan got drunk with his friends and urinated in public at a gas station in Rio. A security guard held the athletes at gunpoint and demanded their money. The next day, two of the swimmers were pulled off a plane and placed in custody until they paid the Brazilian police $11,000. Talk about a shakedown. I have no idea why the liberal press is giving these fine young men such a hard time. They're the victims.

Anyway, my quiver is empty. So long for now, and God bless everybody. Enjoy the song of the day.

(Tupelo Honey)

Friday, August 19, 2016

Gay Muslim Denied Refugee Status

(Many Koreans don't like Muslims or homosexuals.)

Yesterday, I had beef and rice for dinner. I'm not a huge fan of rice. The stuff comes with every meal. But I didn't complain. I just smiled and ate my vittles like the village retard. I'm wonderful that way. I washed the food down with several large glasses of Cass. Cass is my favorite Korean beer.

I watched an episode of Ray Donovan. Ray's son gets drunk and shoots a pistol at a neighbor's house. Ray does what a lot of fathers would do in this situation. He threatens to break the kid's neck. Then he drives to downtown Los Angles and drops him off in skid row. Meanwhile, Ray's father takes a trip to Vegas in order to locate an old girlfriend. Ray Donovan is one of the best shows on television. It comes with my highest recommendation.

I paid homage to the Christ God. I said the Lord's Prayer on bended knees. No big surprise. I'm not some dirty pagan. I thanked The Savior for his many blessings upon my life. For instance, I have a teenager, but he's a nice kid. The last thing he'd ever do is shoot a gun at a stranger's house. Lots of people aren't that lucky. They're forced to spend their lives coping with wild offspring. Things could always be worse. I'm just glad that my wife didn't give birth to Charles Manson.

I went to bed at 10 p.m. I dreamt that our little dog got killed by a lion. Her death broke my heart.

(The only good lion is a dead lion.)

I woke up at 6 a.m. and drank a cup of freshly brewed coffee. Then I read the paper while enjoying a bathroom break. A gay Muslim from Algeria wants to stay in Korea. He says that its very dangerous to be a homosexual in his home country. The high court denied his refugee status. The court believes that he should move to a new town and keep his sexual orientation to himself. Most Koreans don't have a lot of love for the LGBT community. The peninsula remains a very conservative country.

I turned on CNN. Four American Olympic swimmers claim that they were robbed at gun point by the Brazilian police. However, the powers-that-be say that these boys are lying. In fact, two of the athletes were detained at the airport. Brazil is a country riddled with crime and corruption. The police are just as dangerous as the criminals. It's nice to live in a land which is safe.

Anyway, my quiver is empty. So long for now, and God bless everybody. Enjoy the song of the day.

(You just keep me hanging on)

Thursday, August 18, 2016

American Child Pornographer Flees to South Korea

(An American child pornographer is on the loose in Korea.)

Yesterday, I had sweet and sour pork for dinner. My wife made the meal from scratch. She excels at all things feminine. Her friends call her the Asian Martha Stewart. The food was delicious. I ate every morsel on my plate in under ten minutes. Then I washed the vittles down with several glasses of Cass. Cass is my favorite beer in Korea.

I watched Champions League. Manchester City dismantled Steua Bucharest by the score of 5-0. Trust me. It wasn't even that close. City missed two penalty kicks in the first half. The star of the match was Sergio Aguero. He produced a hat trick on enemy terrority. The English Premiere League is very exciting. And this may prove to be the best year ever. There's a lot of parity amongst the teams.

I paid homage to the Christ God. I said the Lord's Prayer on bended knees. No big surprise. I'm not some dirty atheist. I thanked The Savior for his many blessings upon my life. For instance, a lot people don't have the opportunity to relax on their sofa and drink beer. They're too busy scrounging for food in order to survive. Things could certainly be worse. I'm just glad that I wasn't born in Pakistan.

I went to bed at 10 p.m. I didn't dream. I woke up at 6 a.m. and drank a cup of freshly brewed coffee. Then I read the newspaper while enjoying a bathroom break. An American named Jason Edward Clemmer is wanted in North Carolina for producing and distributing child pornography. He's been described as the worst of the worst. Mr. Clemmer fled to South Korea a couple of days ago. The United States tried to warn the Korean government, but nobody picked up the phone.

I turned on CNN. Donald Trump hired Steve Bannon as his new campaign advisor. Mr. Bannon is the head of Brietbart News. My biggest problem is that Steve used to work for Goldman Sachs. So now we have one candidate who delivered speeches at the influential bank for $250,000 a pop. And we have another candidate who is taking his marching orders from a former Wall Street shill. You just can't get away from Goldman Sachs. They're a brood of vipers who have their greedy little claws in everybody's pockets.

Anyway, my quiver is empty. So long for now, and God bless everybody. Enjoy the song of the day.

(Don't Stop Believeing) 

Wednesday, August 17, 2016

Korean Hospitals Used Toxic Humidifier Disinfectants

(Lots of people are dead.)

Yesterday, I had two bacon sandwiches for dinner. The meal was delicious. I'm a huge fan of pork. It's both reasonably-priced and delicious. I also ate a ton of French fries. I washed the vittles down with many glasses of generic cola. I'm a broke dead dick, so I can't afford the good stuff.

I watched several episodes of iZombie. The show's main character is a female zombie who works as a medical examiner in the Seattle coroner's office. In order to stay alive, she must eat brains. Sounds pretty stupid, doesn't it? Actually, the series is quite entertaining. It's very funny. I give it a high recommendation.

I paid homage to the Christ God. I said the Lord's Prayer on bended knees. No big surprise. I'm not some dirty pagan. I thanked The Savior for his many blessings upon my life. For instance, I get to eat meat every day. There are a lot of people in this sorry world who can't make that boast. Plus my children are healthy and happy. Things could always be worse. I'm just glad that I wasn't born in Laos.

I went to bed at 10 p.m. I had a dream about riding horses with Jessica Lange. We had a wonderful time together. I couldn't stop smiling.

I woke up at 6 a.m. and drank a cup of freshly brewed coffee. Then I read the paper while enjoying a bathroom break. Many Korean hospitals are under investigation for using toxic humidifier disinfectants. These chemicals took the lives of 146 people over the span of a decade. That's a lot of victims. Somebody needs to go to jail. I avoid hospitals like the plague. They're filled with germs and reek of ammonia.

I turned on CNN. Donald Trump will thoroughly vet foreigners who plan on traveling to America. If background checks are unavailable, he shall keep them from our shores. The liberal media's going ape-shit over his immigration plan. But I don't see the problem. The last thing we need is an open-door policy toward Islamic refugees. Look what's happening in Germany and France. Do we really wish to unleash that disaster on the United States? I certainly hope not.

Anyway, my quiver is empty. So long for now, and God bless everyone.  Enjoy the song of the day.

(So Let It Be Written)

Tuesday, August 16, 2016

The North Korean Government Wants Its Citizens to Eat More Dog

(Eating dog isn't pretty.)

Yesterday, I had lamb and rice for dinner. I'm not a huge fan of rice. The stuff comes with every meal. But I didn't complain. I just sat and ate my vittles with a smile on my face and a song in my heart. I'm wonderful that way. I washed the food down with several large glasses of water. This heat's killing me. August has been downright brutal.

I watched the match between Manchester United and Bournemouth. The Reds defeated their opponents by the score of three to one. Juan Mata scored the first goal after he was given a gift by a Bournemouth defender. Rooney soon followed with a terrific hearder which he slipped inside the corner post. But the best performance of the night was turned in by Zlatan. He put the ball past the goalkeeper in the 70th minute from outside the box. Zlatan is electric. He's currently the most exciting player in all of Europe.

I paid homage to the Christ God. I said the Lord's Prayer on bended knees. No big surprise. I'm not some dirty misanthrope. I thanked The Savior for his many blessings upon my life. For instance, lots of  people across the globe will never experience the joy of supporting Manchester United. They're too busy working to put food on the table. Things could always be worse. I'm just glad that I wasn't born in Cambodia.

I went to bed at 10 p.m. I had another dream about defecating in the middle of Burger King. The customers were not amused. They threatened to call the police.

I woke up at 6 a.m. and drank a cup of freshly brewed coffee. Then I read the paper while enjoying a bathroom break. North Korea is urging its citizens to consume more dog meat. The government claims that canine has more vitamins than beef or chicken. According to the experts, the best way to prepare a dog is to beat it to death. After this foul deed is accomplished, the skin should be removed before a blow-torch is applied to the flesh. Mmmm. Talk about delicious.

I turned on CNN. The New York Times reported that Trump's campaign manager, Paul Manafort, pocketed more than eleven million dollars from the Russian government. Supposedly, this was under-the-table cash, so the IRS is looking into the matter. I take everything that liberals say with a grain of salt. They tend to lie more than their conservative counterparts. Nevertheless, I'm not a big fan of Manafort. Donald never should have fired Corey Lewendowski. It was a huge mistake which is currently biting him in the ass.

(Paradise by the Dashboard Lights.)
 
Anyway, my quiver is empty. So long for now, and God bless everybody. Enjoy the song of the day.

Monday, August 15, 2016

Orgy Bar in Seoul Uncovered by the Police

(Naughty bar in Seoul holds sex parties.)

Yesterday, I had sashimi for dinner. It tasted wonderful. I'm a huge fan of raw fish. Unfortunately, the stuff's very expensive. A little bit of seafood ran nearly $100. I washed the vittles down with several large glasses of Cass. Cass is my favorite Korean beer. It's both smooth and delicious.

I watched several episodes of 12 Monkeys. This show strikes me as a tad convoluted. For instance, the Army of the 12 Monkeys wants to end humanity with a deadly virus. But there's another villain called The Witness. He keeps distorting time and space in order to bring the universe to a standstill. I've always been afraid of disease, and I truly believe that the Muslims will eventually kill us all with biological pathogens. Therefore, the program isn't too far-fetched for my taste.

I paid homage to the Christ God. I said the Lord's Prayer on bended knees. No big surprise. I'm not some filthy pagan. I thanked The Savior for his many blessings upon my life. For example, some people don't have a hundred dollars to drop on raw fish. Sadly, there are millions of folks around the globe who live with hunger every day of their lives. Things could always be worse. I'm just glad that I wasn't born in The Bronx.

I went to bed at 10 p.m. I dreamt about UFC fighter Chris Weidman. Chris kept kicking a retarded boy in the face. I asked him to stop, and he threatened to knock my teeth out.

I woke up at 6 a.m. and drank a freshly brewed cup of coffee. Then I read the paper while enjoying a bathroom break. The police uncovered a bar in Seoul which throws sex parties for its customers. It's a private club, and one can only attend if invited. The patrons are allowed to watch and participate as their friends fornicate in open view. The police say that no crime is actually being committed because money is not changing hands. I've never been an orgy guy. The whole scene is a bit too creepy for me.

I turned on CNN. An African-American criminal from Milwaukee, Wisconsin, was shot and killed by the police. Now the streets are filled with the thugs from Black Lives Matter. These bastions of social justice are singling out and beating the white people. Governor Walker has called in the National Guard. My prayers go out to the young men and women who are charged with bringing law and order to this chaotic situation. God bless them.

Anyway, my quiver is empty. So long for now, and God bless everybody. Enjoy the song of the day.

(Heavy Duty Rock and Roll)

Saturday, August 13, 2016

More Than 10,000 Cases of HIV in Korea

(HIV remains a global problem.)

Yesterday, I had beef and French fries for dinner. I cooked the fries in my magnificent Phillips air-fryer. They came out all warm and crisp and delicious. I'm a huge fan of starch and salt. They send me to the moon. I washed the vittles down with several large glasses of Cass. Cass is my favorite beer in Korea.

I watched the NFL preseason game between New Orleans and New England. I'm a Saints supporter, and the offense looks very potent. Their second round draft pick at wide receiver is certainly impressive. His name is Michael Thomas, and he played his college ball at Ohio State. Michael's a stud, plain and simple. He has star written all over him.

(Michael Thomas is a stud.)

I paid homage to the Christ God. I said the Lord's Prayer on bended knees. No big surprise. I'm not some filthy atheist. I thanked The Savior for his many blessings upon my life. For instance, it's fun to drink beer and watch American football. Lots of people don't get to experience this type of joy. Things could always be worse. I'm just glad that I wasn't born in Siberia.

I went to bed at 10 p.m. I didn't dream. I woke up at 8 a.m. and drank a cup of freshly brewed coffee. Then I read the paper while enjoying a bathroom break. There are currently more than 10,000 cases of HIV in South Korea. Ninety-two percent of the afflicted are men. AIDS in Korea is primarily a disease which affects homosexuals, but it's best to be safe. Find a nice woman and get married. Who needs the headaches of single life?

I turned on CNN. A black swimmer named Simone Manuel won a gold medal at the Olympics. She's the first black woman to do this in American history. It's a great story, and we should all be happy for her. But the liberals are turning Simone's victory into a social justice issue. They claim that the white man is responsible for the lack of African-American swimmers. What a load of horseshit. I suppose the black man is responsible for the lack of Caucasians in the NBA. The notion is silly.

(Simone Manuel wins gold.)

Anyway, my quiver is empty. So long for now, and God bless everybody. Enjoy the song of the day.

(Simple Man)

Friday, August 12, 2016

Professor at Korea University Accused of Sexual Assault

(A professor from Korea University has been accused of sexual assault.)

Yesterday, my wife went to Emart. She brought home fried chicken for dinner. It came in a cardboard bucket. The poultry tasted excellent. I'm a big fan of chicken. It's both cheap and delicious. I washed the vittles down with several large glasses of Cass. Cass is my favorite Korean beer.

I watched baseball. The Doosan Bears defeated the Samsung Lions six to one. The losing pitcher was Yohan Flande. Yohan's a Dominican who used to play for the Colorado Rockies. He now makes $250,000 a year pitching for the Lions. Not a bad paycheck if you ask me. The Lions are my favorite Korean team, but they've been terrible this season. The squad never recovered from their recent gambling scandal. On top of that, they're getting zero production from foreign talent. Oh well. Perhaps Samsung will be better next year.

(Yohan Flande used to play for Colorado.)

I paid homage to the Christ God. I said the Lord's Prayer on bended knees. No big surprise. I'm not some dirty nihilist. I thanked The Savior for his many blessings upon my life. For instance, a bomb recently went off in Thailand killing one person and injuring a dozen others. This kind of crap is unthinkable on the peninsula. Plus the schools in South Korea are virtually drug free. I never worry if my kids are going to come home stoned. Things could always be worse. I'm just glad that I wasn't born in Detroit.

I went to bed at 10 p.m. I didn't dream. I woke up at 6 a.m. and drank a cup of freshly brewed coffee. Then I read the paper while enjoying a bathroom break. A professor at Korea University stands accused of sexually assaulting a female student. His bad behavior happened after drinking with the victim. He allegedly raped her when she was dead drunk. He's denying the accusation, claiming the sex was consensual. The professor has been removed from his job pending an investigation.

I turned on CNN. Bernie Sanders, the man of the people, just bought a waterfront home for $600,000. The domicile is located in Vermont. He now owns three houses--two in New England and one in Washington D.C. I wonder if he paid for the property with his twenty dollar donations. I can't believe that so many young liberals fell for this guy's act. What a bunch of morons.

(Bernie gives his supporters a free education.)

Anyway, my quiver is empty. So long for now, and God bless everybody. Enjoy the song of the day.

(Robin Trower at his best)  

Thursday, August 11, 2016

Olympic Games Rekindle Debate on Eating Dogs

(South Koreans still eat dogs.)

Yesterday, I went to McDonald's for dinner. I had a Big Mac and a large order of French fries. The meal was delicious. I love junk food. All that starch sent me straight to the moon. I washed the vittles down with several glasses of genuine Coke. I'm a broke dead dick, so I usually drink the generic stuff. But sometimes a man has to splurge.

I watched an episode of Outcast. The series is about a preacher in rural Kentucky who performs exorcisms on the possessed. The show is a mixed-bag. Some episodes are disturbing while others are just silly. For instance, the pastor is always smoking, drinking, and using the f-word--even in church. I guess his behavior is supposed to be edgy, but it only brings laughs. However, the man-in-black is pretty creepy. Final analysis? If you're desperate for entertainment, give Outcast a try. It's good for a few chills.

I paid homage to the Christ God. I said the Lord's Prayer on bended knees. No big surprise. I'm not some filthy pagan. I thanked The Savior for his many blessings upon my life. For example, I live in one of the safest countries in the world. South Korea has very little street crime. Plus I don't have to worry about Muslim terrorists or the thugs from Black Lives Matter. The peninsula is quite civilized. Things could always be worse. I'm just glad that I wasn't born in Liberia.

I went to bed at 10 p.m. I dreamt about taking a boat trip with old friends. I told my buddy that I needed floaties because I couldn't swim. After that, my wife set the closet on fire, burning all our old clothes. I was very upset. I felt that she should have given the garments to charity.

I woke up at 6 a.m. and drank a cup of freshly brewed coffee. Then I read the paper while enjoying a bathroom break. The Winter Olympics are soon coming to South Korea, and the dog-meat debate often gives the peninsula a black eye. In all candor, I've eaten dog on three occasions. The flesh is usually cooked in a soup, and you can buy a bowl for eight dollars. The soup tastes terrible. In fact, the restaurants which serve this fare tend to reek of wet dog. Nevertheless, I don't tell the locals what to do. I try to keep my nose out of other people's affairs. I'm wonderful that way.

I turned on CNN. All the coverage concerned Donald Trump and his threat to assassinate Hillary Clinton. According to CNN, the Secret Service questioned the controversial billionaire about his remarks. But it's all bullshit. Trump simply meant that those who value the 2nd Amendment have a lot of power at the polls. And he's right. The NRA is one of the most powerful organizations in America. Trump frightens both democrats and republicans. That's why he's the right man for the job. We need someone who is willing to scare these Washington ass-hats.

Anyway, my quiver is empty. So long for now, and God bless everybody. Enjoy the song of the day.

(Willie Nelson sings Senor.)

Wednesday, August 10, 2016

Entertainment Boss Forces Trainee to Strip

(Korean entertainment boss arrested by police.)

Yesterday, I took my wife to a restaurant. We ate fifteen dollars worth of fried chicken. The poultry tasted wonderful. It was hot and crisp and salty. I washed the vittles down with a pitcher of Hite. My favorite brand of Korean beer is actually Cass. But this particular eatery doesn't serve it. Oh well. What's a boy to do?

I watched the match between Manchester United and Leicester City. Both teams look very strong. In the end, however, Manchester prevailed 2-1 thanks to Zlatan's header in the 80th minute. It proved to be the game winner.

The Reds recently signed Paul Pogba, so they should have plenty of fire-power. But the club's been sucking ass since Alex left, and it wouldn't surprise me if they had another disappointing season. Jose's a talented manager, but he's not the messiah.

I paid homage to the Christ God. I said the Lord's Prayer on bended knees. No big surprise. I'm not some dirty atheist. I thanked The Savior for his many blessings upon my life. For instance, it's nice to enjoy sports in the privacy of my own home. Sure. My apartment might be a concrete crap-box. But it's warm and dry, and has all the trappings of home. Lots of people aren't that lucky. I'm just glad that I wasn't born in The Congo.

I went to bed at 10 p.m. I dreamt that I visited an egg farm in Connecticut. The structure reeked of chicken shit. The smell was overpowering, and I offended the owner by gagging. He kicked me off the property.

I woke up at 6 a.m. and drank a cup of freshly brewed coffee. Then I read the paper while enjoying a bathroom break. An entertainment boss from Seoul told one of his K-pop trainee's to meet him at his apartment. When she arrived, he ordered her to remove her clothes. He told the young woman that she must have sex with lots of men to achieve success in the music business. She reported him to the police. He now faces charges of sexual abuse and could spend some time in prison.

I turned on CNN. Hillary held a rally in Florida, and one of the men in the audience was the father of the Orlando night club shooter. It was an embarrassing moment to say the least. But you got to hand it to the Clinton campaign. They managed to deftly change the narrative yet again. They are now accusing The Donald of assassination threats against both Hillary and her future judicial nominees. It's all bullshit, but the left-wing press is eating it up like candy.

(Hillary is supported by the father of the Orlando shooter.)

Anyway, my quiver is empty. So long for now, and God bless everybody. Enjoy the song of the day.

(Robert Palmer with The Radiators.)

Tuesday, August 9, 2016

Newborn Found Dead in Korean Motel

(A Korean mother left her dead baby in a motel room.)

Yesterday, I had song-gay-tong for dinner. Translation? Hot chicken soup with ginseng and rice. This meal is designed to keep one cool during the sweltering Korean summer. And strangely enough, it seemed to work. I slept like a log last night. On top of that, the meal was delicious. I washed the vittles down with lots of water. The month of August has been very intense. I find myself constantly re-hydrating like a thirsty tree in the jungle.

I watched several episodes of Reign. Charles and Catherine are being hunted down by a group of men known as the Red Knights. These scoundrels won't rest until the king and his mother have been beheaded. Meanwhile, Mary returns to Scotland and is captured by the druids. They seem to like her. Unfortunately, they're all murdered by an angry clan, leaving the queen in a world of shit. Reign is designed to entertain teenage girls. For instance, all of the characters are beautiful. Nobody has acne or bad teeth. Nevertheless, I love the show. I hope this doesn't make me a homosexual.

I paid homage to the Christ God. I said the Lord's Prayer on bended knees. No big surprise. I'm not some lowly pagan degenerate. I thanked The Savior for his many blessings upon my life. For instance, I still have both my feet. You may laugh, but lots of people can't say this. Think of all those unfortunates who have lost limbs to landmines. Plus I can occasionally afford to take my family to a restaurant. Things could always be worse. I'm just glad that I wasn't born is North Korea.

I went to sleep at 10 p.m. I dreamt about Bill Clinton. I admonished him for his many affairs as president. He bit my fingers. After that, I was kicked and punched by the powers-that-be. I record as many dreams as possible. I sleep with a pen and pad right by the side of my bed. No kidding.

I woke up at 6 a.m. and drank a cup of freshly brewed coffee. Then I read the paper while enjoying a bathroom break. A pregnant Korean woman went out for drinks with her friend. She found an American soldier and took him to a motel room. During the middle of sex, her water broke. While the soldier went to the market to get a sanitary pad, the woman gave birth and the baby died. She left the dead infant in the motel room. The maid found the corpse the next day. The police believe that the poor child was smothered by its mother. We live in a world filled with sin. Maybe the Lord should flood the Earth once again.

I turned on CNN. A lot of political talking heads are calling Donald Trump a narcissist. However, the doctors at the American Medical Association are urging all mental health professionals to keep their mouths shut. They believe that making a diagnosis without meeting a patient one-on-one is a breach of ethics. I agree wholeheartedly. Besides, The Donald does not have narcissistic personality disorder. Narcissists often explode in fits of rage, torturing their children. His relationship with his kids is actually very heartwarming. He's a wonderful dad.

Anyway, my quiver is empty. So long for now, and God bless everybody.

P.S. I've decided to end all my posts with a song. Why not?

(David Bowie: Ashes to Ashes)

Monday, August 8, 2016

Son Yeon-Jae Is Stylish

(Son Yeon-Jae is a rhythmic gymnast--whatever that means.)

Yesterday, I ate grilled beef and a baked potato for dinner. The meal was delicious. My wife excels at all things feminine. She's the Asian Martha Stewart. I washed the vittles down with water. The heat is killing me, and good old-fashioned H2O is the only thing which is getting me through this scorcher of a summer.

I watched the UFC. The main event featured a battle between Yair Rodriguez and Alex Caceres. The two men punched the crap out of each other for twenty-five minutes. The bout was exciting, with many spinning kicks and punches. However, no blood was drawn--which was disappointing. I demand lots of gore for my buck. In the end, Rodriguez eked out a split decision victory.

I paid homage to the Christ God. I said the Lord's Prayer on bended knees. No big surprise. I'm not some dirty atheist. I thanked The Savior for his many blessings upon my life. True. I might be a broke dead dick, but at least I can afford to eat beef from time to time. Things could always be worse. I'm just glad that I wasn't born in Rwanda.

I went to bed at 10 p.m. I had a dream concerning Donald Trump. The billionaire bought me a pet fox. The animal came in a little cage. After that, I flew to Mongolia.

I woke up at 6 a.m. and drank a cup of freshly brewed coffee. Then I read the paper while enjoying a bathroom break.  Son Yeon-Jae is an Olympic rhythmic gymnast from Seoul, Korea. I have no idea what a rhythmic gymnast actually is, but she must be good at it. She's ranked fifth in the world.  Yeon-Jae has also been voted the most stylish athlete in the Olympic games by Vogue Magazine. Good for her. Being cute is a lot better than being ugly--especially for women. It's tough for the grotesque to find any love. Trust me. I speak from bitter experience.

I turned on CNN. Poppy Harlow interviewed a prominent republican who is voting for Hillary Clinton. This man even pledged to help Hillary win her campaign against The Donald. Trump scares both republicans and democrats--which is why he's the right man for the job. Business as usual means a mediocre America. And nobody wants that.

Anyway, my quiver is empty. So long for now, and God bless everybody.

Saturday, August 6, 2016

Korean Judge Caught With Prostitute

(Korean Judge gets caught visiting a brothel.)

Yesterday, my wife brought a pizza home for dinner. It came in a large cardboard box. I can't eat cheese, so the pie only had sauce and pepperoni. The meal was delicious. All that starch sent me straight to the moon. I washed the vittles down with several glasses of generic cola. Sadly, I'm a broke dead dick who can't afford the good stuff. Mine is a tragic tale.

I watched several episodes of Reign. The show is designed for teenage girls, but I'm addicted, nevertheless. I hope that doesn't make me a homosexual. King Francis finally dies from a brain hemorrhage, leaving Mary exposed to the wrath of the English. She runs to the Prince of Spain for protection only to find that the man's a pervert who relishes pain. Meanwhile, Sebastian and his hot witchy girlfriend are searching for a murderer in the dark woods near the French castle. Reign is a lot of fun. You'll love it.

I paid homage to the Christ God. I said the Lord's Prayer on bended knees. No big surprise. I'm not some filthy nihilist. I thanked The Savior for his many blessings upon my life. For instance, I've been married for seventeen years. That's quite a feat. Most marriages don't make it that long. Plus my children are strong and healthy. Things could always be worse. I'm just glad that I wasn't born in Djibouti.

I went to bed at 10 p.m. I dreamt about Bill O'Reilly. He pulled me over and gave me a speeding ticket.

I woke up at 8 a.m. and drank a cup of freshly brewed coffee. Then I read the paper while enjoying a bathroom break. A judge from Seoul got caught in a brothel. He told the police that he paid $200 for sex. His co-workers intend to prosecute him fullest extent of the law. This entire case sounds like a set-up. It's obvious that powerful people want to make an example of this poor son-of-a-bitch. Oh well. Better him than me. Here's the full story.

I turned on CNN. American police killed another black man. This time it happened in Chicago. Paul O'Neil drove his Jaguar into a squad car. After that, he got out of his vehicle and tried to escape on foot. He was shot in the back while fleeing. Paul was only 18-years-old. The story is tragic, but I stand with the cops. If you hit people with your automobile, then bad things are bound to happen. And how does an unemployed teenager afford a new Jag in the first place? Here's an idea. Follow the law, and you won't get greased.

(Paul O'Neil: Another young criminal killed by the police.)

Anyway, my quiver is empty. So long for now, and God bless everybody.

Friday, August 5, 2016

Korean Pastor Sexually Abused Teenage Girl for Several Years

(I'm a Christian, but I don't trust pastors.)

Yesterday, my wife prepared catfish for dinner. It was fried in batter. The meal was delicious. I love catfish. I washed the vittles down with several glasses of generic cola. I'm a broke dead dick, so I can't afford the good stuff.

I watched several episodes of Gotham. The series is very dark. For instance, the Penguin kills his brother and sister, and feeds them to his evil stepmother as a prank. She is then quickly dispatched with a large butcher knife. Television has certainly changed over the years. Back in my day, the dramas were tame and boring. Thank heaven for lax censorship.

I paid homage to the Christ God. I said the Lord's Prayer on bended knees. No big surprise. I'm not some filthy pagan. I thanked The Savior for his many blessings on my life. For instance, it's fun to watch Batman. Lots of people don't get to experience that type of joy. Plus I can afford to eat meat. Things could always be worse. I'm just glad that I wasn't born in Chad.

I went to bed at 10 p.m. I had another dream about defecating in the middle of Burger King. The customers were horrified by my behavior. They pelted me with sandwich wrappers.

I woke up at 6 a.m. and drank a cup of freshly brewed coffee. Then I read the paper while enjoying a bathroom break. A Korean youth minister had sex with a teenage girl back in 2005. He continued to sexually assault the victim until 2008, threatening to expose their relationship if she refused his advances. I consider myself an Evangelical Christian. Nevertheless, I don't trust pastors with my children. But I've always been a paranoid son-of-a-bitch, so take my words with a grain of salt.

I turned on CNN. The network continues to bash to Trump. A video released by the New York Times shows several Trump supporters using the N-word. According to the talking heads at CNN, this makes Donald a racist. That's quite a leap. One pundit went so far as to say that the slogan Make America Great Again actually means Make America White Again. Maybe I'm a hayseed, but I refuse to apologize for my skin color. I have no time for white guilt. I've got other fish to fry.

(More bullshit from the New York times.)

Anyway, my quiver is empty. So long for now, and God bless everybody.

Thursday, August 4, 2016

Korean Police Bust Sex Party in Seoul

(Police bust sex party in Seoul.)

Yesterday, I had chicken hearts and rice for dinner. I'm not a huge fan of rice. In Asia, the stuff comes with every meal. But I didn't complain. I just smiled and ate my vittles like the village retard. I'm wonderful that way. I washed the food down with several glasses of generic cola. I'm a broke dead dick, so I can't afford the good stuff.

I watched an episode of Criminal Minds. A spree killer is on the loose in Los Angeles. He murders his female victims by suffocating them in plastic. This scoundrel gains access to their homes by pretending to be an FBI agent. He's eventually shot and killed by the good guys. Criminal Minds is by far the sickest show on television. I simply can't get enough.

I paid homage to the Christ God. I said the Lord's Prayer on bended knees. No big surprise. I'm not some filthy atheist. I thanked The Savior for his many gifts. For instance, it's nice to relax and watch a little television. Lots of people don't enjoy that type of comfort. Plus my children seem happy and healthy. Things could always be worth. I'm just pleased that I still have most of my teeth.

I went to bed at 10 p.m. I didn't dream. I woke up at 6 a.m. and drank a cup of freshly brewed coffee. Then I read the paper while enjoying a bathroom break. The Korean police busted a sex party in Seoul. The powers-that-be claim that this event was nothing more than a front for prostitution. Tickets to attend were roughly $150. However, the guests say that the sex was consensual. I've been married for seventeen years. Getting naked in front of strangers isn't my cup of tea. I look better with my clothes on.

I watched CNN. Don Lemon interviewed Jan Brewer. Lemon thinks that Donald Trump is making a lot of mistakes that could cost him the election. Jan agrees--even though she still plans on voting for Trump in November. Here's the real truth. Demographics in America have shifted wildly over the past thirty years. There simply aren't enough white people left for Big Don to win, so he might as well be himself.

(Jan Brewer is a Trump supporter.)

Anyway, my quiver is empty. So long for now, and God bless everybody.

Tuesday, August 2, 2016

A Driver With Brain Disease Kills Three Pedestrians in Pusan

(Driving in Korea is often lethal.)

Yesterday, we caught a plane back to Korea. The inflight meal was pork and rice. I'm tired of rice, but I didn't complain. I just smiled and ate my vittles like the village retard. I'm wonderful that way. I washed the food down with a small glass of Chinese tea. A good time was had by all.

The peninsula's main airport is absolutely beautiful. I was so glad to be back home that I wanted to kiss the ground. We got the car out of long-term parking and drove to our concrete apartment. The kids love Pink Floyd, so I put The Wall into the CD player. Some music remains timeless.

I paid homage to the Christ God. I said the Lord's Prayer on bended knees. No big surprise. I'm not some dirty pagan. I thanked The Savior for his many blessings. For instance, our plane didn't crash. You might laugh, but accidents happen all the time. There are lots of human remains floating in the ocean. I'm also thankful that I don't live in Taipei. That place is an oven.

I went to bed at 3 a.m. I dreamt about having coitus with a blonde woman named Heidi. She couldn't keep her hands off me.

I woke up at 1 p.m. and drank a cup of freshly brewed coffee. Then I read the paper while enjoying a bathroom break. A man in Pusan blacked-out and killed three pedestrians with his automobile. Surprisingly, he wasn't drunk. It turns out that the driver has a brain disease which rendered him unconscious. The police are seeking an arrest warrant because he wasn't taking his medication at the time of the accident.

I turned on CNN. Donald Trump is under fire yet again. This time the mainstream media is crucifying him because of his feud with Khizr Khan. Mr. Khan's son was killed in Iraq. But let's be honest. Trump didn't murder the young man. His life was snuffed out by Muslim extremists. The entire world has a serious problem with Islam. And these crazy jihadists spread their misery wherever they go. Just ask the Germans and the French. I stand side by side with The Donald on this issue.

(Sorry, Mr. Khan, but I stand with Big Don.)

Anyway, my quiver is empty. So long for now, and God bless everybody.