Tuesday, January 31, 2017

Woman gets jail sentence for falsely claiming rape

(Woman gives false account of rape.)

Yesterday, I went to a restaurant for dinner. I had barbecue pork with all the trimmings. The meal came with kimchi (yuck), lettuce (yuck), and marinated onions. The meat was succulent and tender--a real juicy delight. I washed the vittles down with two bottles of soju. A good time was had by all.

I watched OZ yet again. I can't seem take my eyes away from the screen. The FBI suspects Keller in a string of homosexual killings. Meanwhile, Sister Peter Marie is having sexual fantasies about the felon. He's in her head so much so that she decides to leave the convent. And to make matters even more complicated, Schillinger has Beecher's nine-year-old son tortured and murdered.

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 fun to eat pork and get drunk. Lots of people will never experience this type of joy. They live in countries which forbid both pork and alcohol. Things could always be worse. I'm just glad that I wasn't born in Saudi Arabia.

I went to bed at 10 p.m. I had a dream that baby whales were being sold in a vending machine. The cost was sixty dollars.

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 woman was given a 120 hours of community service for falsely accusing a man of raping her. She also received a two year suspended jail sentence--whatever that means. Her boyfriend suspected her of having sex with another man, so she told him that she had been the victim of a sexual assault. It's the stuff of nightmares.

I turned on Fox News. The Boy Scouts of America are currently accepting transgendered children. In other words, butch little girls are now being allowed to participate in the organization. Personally, I have no problem with this. Lots of tomboys have zero interest in playing with little dolls or make-up kits. They'd rather be hiking or singing around a campfire. Good for them.

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

(We're Not Going to Take It)

Monday, January 30, 2017

Why do Asians have bigger brains than Europeans or Africans?

(Do Asians have bigger brains than white and black people?)

Yesterday, I took my family to a buffet. This restaurant features seafood in all its forms. I ate many plates of sashimi while my wife enjoyed hot crab-legs. I also tried a strange fish-cake soup with boiled crawdads floating on the broth. It was very delicious. I consumed several bowls. I washed the vittles down with lots of draft beer. A good time was had by all.

I watched OZ. The prison is hosting a boxing tournament. One of the finalists is retarded. He wins the prize by imagining that his opponent is his father. Meanwhile, Beecher and Keller fight Schillinger. They all end up in the hospital with serious knife wounds. Oz is a wonderful series. Anyone who refuses to watch it is a fag. Plain and simple.

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. Watching great TV while drinking beer feels truly wonderful. Sadly, many people will never experience this type of joy. They're so poor that they dig through dumpsters for their evening meal. Things could always be worse. I'm just glad that I wasn't born in Djibouti.

I went to bed at 4 a.m. I didn't dream. I woke up at 2 p.m. and drank a cup of freshly brewed coffee. Then I read the paper while taking a bathroom break. Asians have bigger brains than Europeans and Africans. According to the article, this is a result of evolutionary necessity. Of course, the people who are in charge of this particular study happen to be Asian. If a white man had made this same claim, he'd have been burned at the stake by his peers on charges of racism.

I turned on Fox News. The religion of peace struck again. Five people were murdered in a mosque in Quebec, Canada. Of course, the Canadian prime minister feels bad for the victims. But he urges everybody not to hold this atrocity against Islam. Same old story, same old song and dance. Political correctness urges us all to pretend that Muslims are harmless. Screw that shit. I'm with President Trump.

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

(Same Old Song and Dance)

Sunday, January 29, 2017

Korean lawmaker attacked for calling Africa 'primitive'

(A Korean lawmaker was caught making racial slurs.)

Yesterday, I had shrimp and rice for dinner. The meal wasn't one of my wife's best efforts. In fact, the fare was very bland. But I didn't complain. I just smiled and ate my food with all the gusto of a hungry retarded child. I'm wonderful that way. The glass is always half-full at my humble abode. I washed the vittles down with three cans of Belgian beer. A good time was had by all.

I watched several episodes of OZ. It's easy to forget how good this series actually is because it was created nearly twenty years ago. Keller and Schillinger break Beecher's arms and legs while a Nazi correctional officer looks on in delight. Meanwhile, Alvarez is given an order to cut out the eyes of one of the prison guards. The men in Oz are treated brutally. They're often beaten, raped, and murdered. Watching their torment makes me feel much better about my own life.

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 watch television while drinking beer. Lots of people will never experience this type of joy. They live in countries which ban alcohol and limit human rights. I'm just glad that I wasn't born in Iraq.

I went to bed at 2 a.m. I didn't dream. 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 Korean lawmaker is in hot water after making unfortunate comments during a meeting. She publically said that Africans are primitive. Her insults aren't very surprising. Koreans have no love for black people. They often regard them as the bottom of the racial barrel.

I turned on Fox News. President Trump has banned refugees from seven nations. These countries include Iran, Iraq, Somalia, Syria, Sudan, Yemen, and Libya. The liberals are up in arms. They'sre protesting in the streets. Personally, I applaud The Donald for putting American lives above political correctness. His actions will help keep my country safe. It's time to Make America Great Again.

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

(Toby Keith)

Wednesday, January 25, 2017

Homosexuality missing from sex education

(The Korean government frowns upon gay marriage.)

Yesterday, I took my family to McDonald's for dinner. I had a Big Mac and a large order of French fries. The meal was delicious. I'm a huge fan of junk food. All that starch sends me straight to the moon. I washed the vittles down with a huge glass of Coca-Cola. I'm a broke dead dick, so I usually drink the generic stuff. But sometimes a man has to splurge.

I watched the first episode of Oz. The series is an HBO prison drama. I forgot how good it is. Beecher goes on a bender and kills a girl with his car. He's sentenced to fifteen years in jail for his crime. He meets an Aryan named Schillinger who turns Beecher into his bitch. Schillinger proceeds to burn a swastika onto his new bitch's ass. Meanwhile, Dino beats a homosexual half to death in the shower. The victim's brother vows revenge. He burns Dino to death with a bottle of lighter fluid and a match. Oz is good stuff.

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, it's nice to have the money to eat at McDonald's. Lots of people will never experience this kind of joy. They're so poor that they can't afford meat. 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. Korean middle and high school students are required to take sex education classes. However, the powers-that-be avoid the topic of homosexuality at all costs. The peninsula is a very conservative nation, and its denizens frown upon same-sex marriage. I stand with the government on this issue. Why do teenagers need to learn about sodomy? Isn't advanced math difficult enough without this side distraction?

I turned on CNN. Don Lemon had a linguist from Columbia on his show. This member of the intelligentsia insinuated that the typical Trump voter is a moron. He went on to say that The Donald is nothing more than a dangerous bullshit artist who is less mature than the average twelve-year-old. I didn't vote because I couldn't be bothered with the absentee process. But I love Big Don. Mark my words. This man is the real deal.

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

(The Cars)

Saturday, January 21, 2017

Cameras at brothels cause stir

(Cameras have been placed outside of brothels in Daegu.)

Yesterday, I took my family to a restaurant called Ashley's. It's a Western-style buffet which features a Gone With the Wind motif. Ashley is the character played by the late great Leslie Howard. I ate a lot of pork, chicken, and rice. Then I washed the vittles down with several glasses of cheap Italian red wine. A good time was had by all.

I watched Criminal Minds. Hotch is no longer the chief of the BAU. He's now in witness protection with his young son Jack. Agent Prentis is taking over his job. Of course, this is all a huge bullshit story. Thomas Gibson is the wonderful actor who portrays Hotch. Sadly, even though his talent is quite formidable, Mr. Gibson is cursed with anger issues. He got fired for assaulting one of the writers. His presence shall be missed.

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 take my family to a restaurant from time to time. Sadly, lots of people will never experience this type of joy. They're so poor that they wipe their dirty asses with old newspaper in order to save a buck. Things could always be worse. I'm just glad that I wasn't born in Albania.

I went to bed at three a.m. I didn't dream. I woke up at one p.m. and drank a cup of freshly brewed coffee. Then I read the paper while enjoying a bathroom break. Prostitution is officially illegal in South Korea. Nevertheless, this nation is filled to the brim with whorehouses. A neighborhood in Daegu is now putting up surveillance cameras outside of several brothels to intimidate future customers. The prostitutes are up in arms. They claim that the cameras are adversely affecting business. The case will soon be taken to court.

I turned on Fox News. Donald Trump is officially the president. I liked his inauguration speech. He claimed that the days of ISIS are numbered. That is certainly quite the boast. But I have faith in the guy. He also promised to bring manufacturing jobs back to my great nation. It was wonderful to hear Christian pastors bless America in the name of the one true God. We are a Christian nation, after all. The next four years are going to be a blessing. I can feel it in my bones.

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

(Thank You)

Thursday, January 19, 2017

Korean woman raped in Taiwan

(Korean woman raped in Taiwan.)

Yesterday, I had pork and French fries for dinner. However, the meal simply wasn't up to my wife standards. The fries were undercooked, and the meat was covered in an unappealing Korean pork sauce. But I didn't complain. I just smiled and ate my vittles like a happy retarded child. I'm wonderful that way. The glass is always half-full at my humble abode.

I watched an episode of Blue Bloods. The show stars Tom Selleck as the police chief of New York City. Both of his sons also work as city cops. His eldest boy is dealing with the abduction of a little girl by a pervert in a van. He tracks this pedophile down with the clues he finds from a doll dropped at the scene. He then uses a toilet to torture the suspect and find the location of the girl. She's returned home safe and sound to her parents. I love a happy ending.

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 nice to go to bed with a full stomach on a nightly basis. I've never been truly hungry in my entire life. Sadly, not everyone will experience this type of joy. They find their food by picking through dumpsters and are often forced to drink tainted water. I'm just glad that I wasn't born in the slums of Brazil.

I went to bed at 10 p.m. I dreamt that I was being bullied in high school. I told the guidance counselor, and the boys were punished. I felt very satisfied.

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. Three young Korean women flew to Taiwan for a short vacation. One of them took a taxi to a vibrant night market. The driver drugged her, and she passed out in the back of his vehicle. He proceeded to rape the poor girl as she lay unconscious. The suspect was apprehended by the powers-that-be and now faces seventeen years in a Taiwanese jail.

I turned on Fox News. Many activists on the left refuse to recognize Donald Trump as a legitimate president. They blame his election on James Comey and the Russians. Some of these loons are now threatening to murder any entertainer who performs during his inauguration. This is going to be a wild four years. I'm licking my chops in anticipation of what will happen. I truly believe that Trump is going to make a wonderful president. But what do I know?

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

(Paradise by the Dashboard Lights) 

Tuesday, January 17, 2017

Korean man abducted in the Philippines found dead

(A Korean man was murdered in the Philippines.)

Yesterday, I had pork and French fries for dinner. The meal was delicious. Our family eats a lot of pig. It's both tasty and reasonably priced. My wife's wonderful in the kitchen. She cooked the fries with peppers. They were so hot that they nearly burned a hole in my mouth. 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 the NFL playoffs. Pittsburgh defeated the Chiefs by the score of 18 to 16. The Steelers marched all over the Kansas City defense, but they simply couldn't score any touchdowns. The team had to settle for six field goals from their young kicker. Kansas City's defensive coordinator deserves a medal for his inspiring coaching performance. Yet his brilliance went for naught. The offense was anemic and screwed up a two-point conversion at the end of the game.

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, stuffing my fat face with pork while watching the NFL is simply delightful. Life doesn't get much better than that. Sadly, lots of people will never experience this type of joy. They work all day for a few grains of rice and often go to bed hungry. 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 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 body of a middle-aged Korean man was recently found in the Philippines. This has been happening all too frequently. In fact, several Koreans have been murdered by Filipinos over the last 18 months. The peninsula is relatively crime-free, and its denizens often forget that we live in a dangerous world. So they often flash their money and jewelry in front of complete strangers.

I turned on Fox News. The democratic powers-that-be are still blaming the Russians for Trump's victory. Of course, this is utter nonsense. The party's constant race-baiting simply alienated the white vote. Clinton needed to focus less on Black Lives Matter and more on the suffering working class in the heartland. Trump shattered the mighty blue wall in Pennsylvania, Wisconsin, Ohio, and Michigan. The empty factories tell the whole story. Putin had nothing to do with it.

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

(No Quarter)

Sunday, January 15, 2017

Can Korea say no to US?

(Korea might strengthen its ties with China.)

Yesterday, I had salmon and French fries for dinner. The meal was fantastic. The fries were hot and salty, and the fish was tender and juicy. My wife is a wonderful cook. She's the Asian Martha Stewart. 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 Salem. John Aldin is off in the woods looking for the Indians who are destroying the surrounding villages. He brings a young woman with him for some extra help. She ends up getting impaled by a spear. Meanwhile, Mercy Lewis is up to her old tricks. She now runs a brothel and drinks the blood of her employees in order to retain her beauty. I'm a big fan of Salem. It's creepy and fun.

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 fun to stuff my fat face with salmon. It makes me feel like a healthy grizzly bear. Sadly, lots of people will never experience this type of joy. They come from landlocked countries and have no access to fresh seafood. Things could always be worse. I'm just glad that I wasn't born in Tajikistan.

I went to bed at midnight. I dreamt that I was a member of a motorcycle gang. I killed a man with a pistol. Everybody cheered.

I woke up at 9 a.m. and drank a cup of freshly brewed coffee. Then I read the paper while enjoying a bathroom break. Korea might distance itself in its relationship with the United States. The peninsula could conceivably start looking to China for its domestic needs. And I have no problem with that. I'm tired of America playing the role of the global policeman. It costs us a fortune, and we're already twenty trillion in debt. Let the other nations start picking up the tab.

I turned on Fox News. Buzzfeed and CNN ran a false news story accusing Donald Trump of paying Russian prostitutes for golden showers. The media is doing everything in its power to delegitimize his presidency. Why? The powers-that-be are afraid that Trump might actually do a good job. His goal is to start an American Workers Party. If he succeeds, then the democrats will no longer have a monopoly over the black and Hispanic voters.

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

(Hurdy Gurdy Man)

Tuesday, January 10, 2017

Buddhist monk pronounced dead two days after setting himself on fire in anti-president rally

(A Korean Buddhist sets himself on fire.)

Yesterday, my wife prepared pork and French fries for dinner. The meal was fabulous. My wife is a wonderful cook. Plus she keeps a tidy house. I'm a lucky man. I washed the vittles down with several large glasses of water. Sometimes, water is the only drink which truly quenches my thirst.

I watched the NFL playoff game between the Steelers and the Dolphins. Pittsburgh dominated the entire contest on both sides of the ball. Le'Veon Bell is the most unique running back that I've ever seen. He literally stops at the line of scrimmage and waits for the holes to open. His style is unreal. And let's not forget about Big Ben. He's a future hall of fame quarterback. The Steelers are going to be a tough out.

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, watching television while stuffing one's mouth with pork is a culinary festival. Sadly, lots of people will never experience this type of joy. They're so poor that they use their own shit to fertilize their crops. Things could always be worse. I'm just glad that I wasn't born in The Republic of the Congo.

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 Buddhist monk died after setting himself of fire two days ago. He was nonplussed over President Park's administration. The official cause of death is organ failure. What is it with Buddhism and self-immolation? Those guys have a disturbing habit of setting themselves alight. Perhaps it's a cultural thing.

I turned on Fox News. Tucker Carlson now has the coveted 9 O'clock time slot. Megyn Kelly is on her way to NBC. Good riddance. According to Tucker, Meryl Streep badmouthed Donald Trump during the Golden Globes. She insinuated that mainstream Americans were too stupid to vote for Hillary. My opinion? Ms. Streep can go take a flying screw at a rolling donut. Nobody cares what she thinks.

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

(King Crimson)

Monday, January 9, 2017

Navy officer arrested for kidnapping and assaulting ex-girlfriend

(A Korean naval officer was arrested for assaulting his former girlfriend.)

Yesterday, I had beef and French fries for dinner. The meal was excellent. My wife's a wonderful cook. In fact, she's often been described as the Asian Martha Stewart. She also excels at cleaning. My humble abode is spotless. I washed the vittles down with several glasses of Pepsi. I'm a broke dead dick, so I usually drink the generic stuff. But sometimes a man has to splurge.

I watched the playoff game between the Texans and the Raiders. It was nice to see the silver and black back in the Super Bowl hunt after so many years of futility. Unfortunately, the squad was down to its third-string quarterback. The Texans have the best defense in the NFL. They ripped that poor rookie a new asshole. Next week, Houston has to travel to New England to face Tom Brady. It's a daunting task to say the least.

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, watching football and eating beef are two of my favorite hobbies. Sadly, lots of people will never experience this type of joy. They live without electricity in the deep dark jungles of Africa. 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 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 naval officer was arrested for kidnapping and assaulting his Thai ex-girlfriend. The woman owed him roughly two thousand dollars. So he and his wife forced her into an automobile and beat her for roughly an hour as they drove to the city of Kwangju.

I turned on Fox News. Film director Michael Moore wants everyone to participate in a hundred days of resistance to protest the election of Donald Trump. Mr. Moore is suffering from Trump Derangement Syndrome. But the democrat powers-that-be have no one but themselves to blame for the ascension of The Donald. They forced Hillary down the throats of the masses. She's a very unlikable woman.

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

(King Crimson)

Saturday, January 7, 2017

Five people murdered in Florida

 
(Five people got killed in Florida.) 

Yesterday, I went to a restaurant in Pusan with my family. We had sashimi and fish soup. The meal was delicious. I washed the vittles down with a bottle of Saki. After that, we went back to our love motel and drank more beer. My favorite brand of Korean suds is Cass. It's both smooth and delicious.

I watched The Conjuring II with my youngest son. He's only nine-years-old, so he almost shit his pants. He begged me to the change the channel. I agreed. We watched cartoons, instead. The one thing I remember from the movie is a demon dressed like a nun. The image is quite frightening. I like scary movies because I believe in Satan. I truly think that evil is an existential threat to humanity.

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 travel to Pusan to eat sashimi. Sadly, many people never get to experience this type of joy. They spend their days picking through garbage dumps to find their food. 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 noon and drank a cup of instant coffee. Then I read the paper while enjoying a bathroom break. Five people were killed in a Florida airport by an American member of ISIS. He shot his victims in the airport bathroom. Another eight people were injured. I truly feel that Islam will be the death of us all.

I turned on Fox News. Four black kids kidnapped a retarded white man. They tortured him on Facebook. They told the planet that they hate whitey as they forced the innocent dullard drink toilet water. They blamed their terrible crime on Donald Trump. If I were king of the world, I'd throw these assholes off a cliff. They don't deserve to live. Fortunately, nobody listens to me.

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

(Down by the Seaside)


Wednesday, January 4, 2017

Man gets 35-year jail sentence for killing pregnant girlfriend

(Korea desperately needs the death penalty.)

Yesterday, my wife made fish and French fries for dinner. The meal was delicious. She's a very talented woman. In fact, many call her the Asian Martha Stewart. I washed the meal down with a large glass of genuine Coca-Cola. 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 Supernatural. It's my youngest child's favorite television show. Sam and Dean battle the dreaded Thule. The Thule are a group of Nazi zombies threatening humanity. Adolph Hitler's soul is trapped in a pocket watch. The furor is released into the body of one of his many sycophants. Hitler dances with joy at being alive again. Shortly afterwards, Dean shoots him in the head. Supernatural rocks. The comedy snaps, crackles, and pops.

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 watch television with a full stomach. Sadly, lots of people will never experience this type of joy. They're so poor that they have to wipe their dirty asses with their bare hands. Things could always be worse. I'm just glad that I wasn't born in the Philippines.

I went to bed at 10 a.m. I dreamt about asking an old high school friend for a date. She surprisingly agreed. We were soon forced to take a standardized test. Go figure.

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 37-year-old Korean man was convicted of murdering his pregnant girlfriend. He attempted to strangle her with his bare hands, but she eventually recovered from the assault. After that, he used a cord from a hair-dryer to choke the life out of her. If I were king of the world, I'd have this asshole publically beheaded. Unfortunately, nobody listens to me.

I turned on CNN. Don Lemon hosted a panel which criticized Donald Trump for using Twitter. One of the nay-sayers was none other than Bakari Sellers. Bakari is huge into identity politics. In fact, he predicted that Donald would lose the election because American demographics are favorable to the democratic party. Sellers and his friends threw poor old Bernie Sanders under the bus, so they can all take a flying screw at a rolling donut. You reap what you sow, assholes.

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

(Walk Away)

Tuesday, January 3, 2017

Egypt to 'export' stray dogs to Korea

(Stray dogs are being exported from Egypt to feed Koreans.)

Yesterday, my wife made fried chicken for dinner. The poultry was smothered in hot sauce. It was so spicy that it nearly burned a hole in my mouth. The meal was delicious. I washed the vittles down with several big glasses of Cass. Cass is my favorite brand of beer on the peninsula. It's both smooth and delicious.

I watched several episodes of Rome: Empire of Blood. It's a Netflix series about Emperor Commodus and the snares involved in being the leader of the world. First of all, fighting these German tribes along the borders of the empire was no easy feat. Commodus had to ask for a truce--which pissed-off the powers-that-be. Secondly, his own mother was murdered by his father with poison. That would screw with anybody's head. Lastly, his sister plotted to have him killed by the senate. He later had her assassinated on the island of Capri. This series is fascinating--if you're into ancient history.

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, my existence has been somewhat stable. Sadly, lots of people will never experience this type of joy. They don't know where their next meal is coming from. 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 dreamt that singer-songwriter Paul Simon was possessed by the devil, and I was tasked with exorcising him. It was a very frightening experience.

I woke up at 6 a.m. and drank a cup of coffee. Then I read the paper while enjoying a bathroom break. Egyptians want to export their stray-dogs to South Korea for money. Koreans still eat dogs. They cook the meat in a soup. A bowl will cost you approximately eight dolla. The restaurants which serve this fare reek of wet dog. The smell is enough to gag a maggot. If you've never tasted canine, you haven't missed much. It's not very tasty.

I turned on Fox News. Sean Hannity had a special about Donald Trump. The Donald has made many promises. For instance, he's going to build a wall and make Mexico pay for it. He's also going to scrap Obama-care and defeat Isis. On top of that, Donald will supposedly slap a 35 percent tax on all products manufactured outside of the United States. Will he keep his word? I think he'll try. He's seventy-years-old, and he's thinking about his legacy. Nobody lives forever.

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

(Joe Johnson)