Thursday, August 28, 2014

Thursday

(Jeff Rense has wonderful hair.)

Yesterday, the Dragon Lady served pork and rice for dinner.  The meal wasn't very good.  I'm not a big fan of rice.  But I didn't complain.  I just smiled and ate my food like a well-trained retarded child.  I'm wonderful that way.  I washed the vittles down with several glasses of generic cola.  Carbonated beverages bring me great pleasure.

I watched baseball on the tube.  The Samsung Lions played the Lotte Giants in the city of Pusan.  Lotte won the game 11-4.  J.D. Martin was the starting pitcher for the Lions.  He's a white man from Louisiana.  His wife and young son are always in the stands dressed in LSU gear.  I love the Tigers.  Poor old Smith bleeds purple and gold.

I said the Lord's Prayer on bended knees.  No big surprise.  I'm not some dirty pagan.  I asked Jesus to help my eldest son become a more serious student.  The kid's blessed with a lot of intellectual talent.  Yet he squanders his considerable gifts on internet bullshit. He's just another lonely crackhead blowing up the virtual universe.

I went to bed at 10 p.m.  I didn't dream.  I woke up at 6 a.m and drank several cups of coffee.  Then I read the paper while enjoying a bathroom break.  Manchester United got trounced 4-0 by the lowly MK Dons.  The Dons are a team mired in England's 3rd division.  United, on the other hand, is a world class squad.  So this kind of shit isn't supposed to happen.  Perhaps their humiliating defeat is a sign of the coming apocalypse.  One can only hope.

I turned on Fox News.  A firearms instructor from Arizona was teaching a nine-year-old kid how to shoot an Uzi.  The little girl accidentally killed the man with the weapon.  I'm a huge proponent of the 2nd Amendment.  However, knuckleheads who hand machine guns to children make conservatives look stupid.  A bit of commonsense goes a long way.

Anyway, it's time to don our tinfoil hats.  Here's crazy Jeff Rense discussing the sorry state of world with Gerald Celente.

God bless.   

Tuesday, August 26, 2014

Tuesday

(The Knick is the best show on television.)

Yesterday, the Dragon Lady made beef and rice for dinner.  The meal wasn't very good.  In fact, the rice was purple.  The purple stuff is supposed to be healthier than the white variety.  Nevertheless, the color didn't help my appetite.  I washed the vittles down with several glasses of generic cola.  But the sugar failed to mask the flavor.

I watched the latest episode of The Knick.  Clive Owen is an impressive actor, and his series is far and away the best on television.  Dr. Thackery's latest patient is a woman being eaten alive by syphillis.  She's even lost her nose to the illness.  He desperately tries to help.  Yet the technology to make her beautiful again simply doesn't exist.  So the poor creature is forced to spend the rest of her life with a gaping hole in the middle of her face.

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 asked Jesus to help me through this endless recession.  I've got mouths to feed.  I just hope that I can keep working till I keel over and die. 

I went to bed at 10 p.m.  I didn't dream.  I woke up at 6 a.m. and drank several cups of coffee.  Then I read the paper while enjoying a bathroom break.  Korea won the Little League World Series.  The peninsula is screaming with joy.  Beating the snot out of an American team is icing on top of the cake.

I turned on Fox News.  James Foley was beheaded by a rapper from an affluent suburb of London.  Talk about adding insult to injury.  Radical Islam is a scourge facing the entire planet.  Nothing satisfies these devilish ragheads.  Mark my words. Eventually, they'll kill us all.

Anyway, it's time to don our tinfoil caps.  Here's Peter Schiff discussing the death of Mike Brown.

God bless.            

Monday, August 25, 2014

Monday

(Senator John McCain takes a picture with Islamic terrorists.)

Yesterday, I walked five miles to church.  I'm 45-years-old, so I try to keep in shape.  It's a losing battle.  The sermon was actually pretty good.  The speaker integrated the New Testament with modern day politics.  I enjoy that kind of stuff.

I took the family to McDonald's.  I had a Big Mac with two large orders of French Fries.  The kids ate chicken nuggets.  I'm a big fan of junk food.  Starch and sugar bring me much happiness.  But I cannot tell a lie.  I really miss smoking.  Giving up the booze was no big deal.  However, I'd remove my left nut with a warm spoon for a pack of Marlboros. 

We returned to our Soviet-style concrete tenement.  Don't laugh.  It's nearly paid-for.  I downloaded the latest episode of Hell On Wheels.  The series is one of my all-time favorites.  It's set in the in the city of Cheyenne, Wyoming.  The program's filled with crazy Mormons, blood-thirsty Indians, scheming prostitutes, degenerate gamblers, etc.  What's not to love?  Hell On Wheels has my highest recommendation.  Give the show a try.

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 asked Jesus to look after the health of my children.  There's a nasty bug going around.  Poor James-uh can't stop hacking his lungs out.  Perhaps he contracted the deadly Ebola virus.  Stranger things have happened.

I went to bed at 11 p.m.  I had a strange dream.  My sister and I were children again.  We walked to a local convenience store and bought Pop Rocks.  We then had a violent argument concerning school work.  I spilled the candy on the sidewalk.  After that, I cried like a woman.

I woke up at 6 a.m.  I read the paper while enjoying a bathroom break.  Korean men are travelling to the Philippines to copulate with the natives.  Many of the women are becoming pregnant.  Later, the men fly back to the peninsula without supporting their children.  These fatherless waifs are referred to as Kopinos.  The powers-that-be are cracking down on these deadbeat fathers.  And rightly so.

I turned on Fox News.  ISIS is still causing problems.  John McCain called Obama a pussy.  He believes the president should be doing much more to stem the bloodshed in the Middle East.  A few years back, McCain had his picture taken with known Islamic terrorists.  Sadly, he was too freaking stupid to tell the difference between a good Muslim and a bad Muslim.  The senator needs to keep his mouth shut.

Anyway, it's time to don our tinfoil hats.  Here's Alex Jones.  He believes the American government wants to place us all in concentration camps.

God bless.

Saturday, August 23, 2014

Saturday

(Dustin Nippert pitches for the Doosan Bears.)

Yesterday, the Dragon Lady went to Homeplus.  She brought a pepperoni pizza back to our humble abode.  It came in a large cardboard box.  The meal was delicious.  I love junk food.  I washed the vittles down with several glasses of generic cola.  Carbonated beverages bring me joy.  The experience was heavenly.

I watched baseball on the tube.  The Samsung Lions hosted the Doosan Bears in the city of Daegu.  Doosan won the game 5-4.  The starting pitcher for the Bears was a white man named Dustin Nippert.  He used to play for the Arizona Diamondbacks, but things didn't work out.  Mr. Nippert makes $470,000 a year.  That's great money.  Plus he loves his job.  Talk about a blessing.

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 asked Jesus to care for the health of my eldest boy James-uh.  The poor kid's running a high fever with flu-like symptoms.  In fact, his mother's taking him to the hospital as we speak.

I went to bed at midnight.  I had a strange dream.  I was put in charge of a company picnic.  However, I had to borrow money in order to buy the meat.  People complained that there wasn't enough food.  To make matters worse, I didn't have a nickel to repay my debt.  Everybody hated me.

I woke up at 6 a.m. and drank several cups of coffee.  Then I read the paper while enjoying a bathroom break.  The Korean police caught thirty foreigners selling and smoking marijuana.  They'll end up serving jail time before being deported.  Drugs are no laughing matter here in Asia.  It's best to leave your stash at home.

I turned on Fox News.  The president's playing too much golf.  Even the New York Times is complaining about his aloof behavior.  He does seem quite detached these days.  But he's never been a passionate man.  Obama's too cool for school.  That's why the ladies love him.

Anyway, it's time to don our tinfoil hats.  Here's a mega-rant by Alex Jones.

God bless.

Thursday, August 21, 2014

Thursday

(James Foley is the latest victim of the Muslim Horde.)

Yesterday, the Dragon Lady prepared curry and rice for dinner.  The meal was nothing special.  I'm not a big fan of rice.  Yet 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 in Smith's humble abode. 

I washed the food down with several glasses of generic cola.  Carbonated beverages bring me joy.  Then I downloaded the latest episode of Under the Dome.  Sadly, the show has completely jumped the shark.  It's far too outlandish.  The characters are surrounded by a translucent dome.  However, there's a secret door which will release them to a neighboring town.  On top of that, the military industrial complex is frantically searching for a magic egg.  I simply can't handle the bullshit.

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 asked Jesus to keep me healthy.  Poor old Smith has a terrible cold.  I can't stop coughing and blowing my nose.  Perhaps I've contracted the deadly Ebola virus.  I wouldn't be surprised.  Stranger things have happened.

I went to bed at 10 p.m.  I had another nightmare.  My pastor was really pissed at the congregation.  He accused us of misinterpreting Paul's letter to the Romans.  He said we were ignorant and implored us to change our evil ways.  We agreed to try harder.

I woke up at 6 a.m. and drank several cups of coffee.  Then I read the paper while enjoying a bathroom break.  The Korean authorities are concerned with a rise in gangsterism.  Back in the day, the local thugs were only involved in extortion and loansharking.  Currently, however, the criminal element is quite diverse in their illegal activities.  Officials fear that they might even possess the know-how to manipulate the domestic stock market.

I turned on Fox News.  ISIS beheaded an American journalist named James Foley.  Mr. Foley's execution was both savage and gut-wrenching.  I hold no love for Islam.  And can you blame me?  Most Muslims are primitive knuckle-draggers who prefer living in the seventh century.  Mark my words. These loons will end up killing us all.

Anyway, it's time to don our tinfoil hats.  Here's Alex Jones.  He believes America is worse than North Korea.

God bless.

Tuesday, August 19, 2014

Tuesday

(Ray Donovan is definitely worth a look.)

Yesterday, the Dragon Lady worked late, so I made dinner for the family.  We had beef and rice with cola and chocolate.  Poor old Smith can't find his way around a kitchen like Betty Crocker.  Yet I'm not half bad with a frying pan.  The boys didn't complain--which certainly isn't saying much.  Those two would eat a pile of shit out a skid-row dumpster.

I downloaded a show called Ray Donovan.  Ray's a fixer from Boston who currently lives in Los Angeles.  He does all the dirty work for his rich Jew employer.  Ray has quite a few millstones hanging from his neck.  His priest molested him back in the day.  His father spent 20 years in jail.  His sister committed suicide.  His brother has Parkinson's Disease.  You get the idea.  He's a troubled man.  What can I tell you?  I love the series.  I highly recommend it to everyone.

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 asked Jesus to look after my health for the next twenty years.  I want to give my sons a good start in life.  After that, poor old Smith is free to die of ass cancer.  Amen.

I went to bed at 10 p.m.  I had a strange dream.  The police put me in jail because of a crime committed in Central America.  They claimed that drug lords had taken over my house and were using it as a base to kill innocent people.  I told them that I didn't own any property in that part of the globe.  They wouldn't listen.

I woke up at 6 a.m. and drank several cups of coffee.  Then I read the paper while enjoying a bathroom break.  A government prosecutor from Jeju Island lost his job because he supposedly masturbated in public.  One of the witnesses is a female high school student.  I'm a tad skeptical about the whole incident.  Koreans are notorious for playing hard and dirty in the game of politics.

I turned on Fox News.  The lawlessness continues in Ferguson, Missouri.  The governor recently called out the National Guard to keep the looters at bay.  I'm not overly fond of politicians or gangsters.  Our rights are constantly crushed by both groups.  They love to see us in chains, and our fear makes them feel powerful.  Bastards.

Anyway, it's time to don our tinfoil hats.  Here's a great rant from Gerald Celente.

God bless. 

Monday, August 18, 2014

Monday

(I've never met Alex Jones.)

Yesterday, I walked five miles to church.  No big deal.  I'm thirty pounds overweight, so I exercise to avoid death.  Don't get me wrong.  I never lose any significant weight.  However, I do manage to maintain my current girth.  Poor old Smith is just your average American fat ass.  Luckily, I'm not morbidly obese.

The service was the same-old same-old.  My pastor scolded me once again.  I read the bible.  I go to church.  I pray daily.  But that's not enough.  According to him, I'm still a judgmental, legalistic asshole.  He'd actually like me better if I were a black cross-dressing homosexual.  Conservative white men are despised globally--even by members of the clergy.  I shit you not.

I took the family to lunch.  We had a dish called tok-terri-tong.  Translation?  Hot chicken soup with potatoes.  The meal was delicious.  Yet be warned.  The spice will burn a hole through your tongue.  The dish is very ethnic.  Therefore, you have to be open to a new experience before giving the food a try.

I downloaded a show called The Knick.  It stars Clive Owen as a cocaine-addicted turn-of-the-century surgeon.  This series is currently the best program on television.  Nothing comes close.  However, the medical scenes are often extremely graphic.  I don't want to give too much away.  Get back to me and tell me what you think. Your opinions on the state of modern drama are always highly valued.

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 asked Jesus to help me be a better person.  I certainly don't want to go around judging the world as if I were a king.  It all begins with humility.

I went to bed at midnight.  I had a strange dream.  I was a student at the United States Naval Academy.  I attended a guest lecture by Alex Jones.  My cell phone rang and I had to leave the auditorium in a hurry.  Alex gave me a dirty look.  After that, he accused me of being globalist scum.  The other students laughed uproariously.

I woke up at 6 a.m. and drank several cups of coffee.  Then I read the newspaper while enjoying a bathroom break.  Manchester United lost 2-1 at home against lowly Swansea.  It might be another difficult season for the boys in red.  One of the strikers for Swansea is Korean.  He managed to score the first goal.  I can't remember his name.

I turned on Fox News.  David Gregory got fired from Meet the Press.  His ratings were absolutely awful.  He's being replaced by Chuck Todd.  NBC has lost too much credibility to be taken seriously by the folks.  The whole network is singularly devoted to wiping President Obama's ass.  They're truly just an arm of the federal government.

Anyway, it's time to don our tinfoil hats.  Here's Max Keiser discussing the next great depression with Dr. Michael Hudson.

God bless.