Saturday, September 20, 2014

Greg Hunter Interviews John Embry

                               
I've decided to take a break from writing till the first of the year.  However, I'll keep the blog going with a daily video.  Here's John Embry of Sprott Asset Management.  He believes that the cost of physical gold is dirt cheap.  I ain't buying the bullshit.  Crippling deflation is our destiny.  But what do I know?

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God bless.

Friday, September 19, 2014

Friday

(Nurse Jackie is turning me into a fag.)

Yesterday, the Dragon Lady prepared chicken sandwiches for dinner.  The meat was served on a slab of freshly baked French bread.  Talk about delicious.  My wife really has a lot of talent.  She's the Asian Martha Stewart.  I washed the vittles down with a glass of generic cola.  The experience was heavenly.

I completed season one of Nurse Jackie.  Zoey is reprimanded for nearly killing a famous movie critic.  Her homosexual colleagues immediately try to cheer her up with pizza and ice cream.  The scene was touching. 

Perhaps I'm half-a-fag.  But Nurse Jackie tugs at my heart strings.  Don't get me wrong.  I haven't cried in over thirty-five years.  And I certainly don't plan to start weeping in the near future.  I'm far too manly to break down like a woman.  I'll just have to do my best to emotionally keep it together while viewing chick flicks.

I paid homage to the Christ God.  I said the Lord's Prayer on bended knees.  No big deal.  I'm not some dirty misanthrope.  I asked Jesus to look after my health.  My heart is pumping bacon grease, and my brain's on the verge of a massive stroke.  Yet, like the noble salmon, I must continue to swim upstream.  Wish me luck.  I'll need it.

I went to bed at 10 p.m.  I had a strange dream.  Bluce and I were trying to cross a dangerous highway.  I held on tightly to his little hand.  We made it to the other side completely unscathed.  This sensation of victory doesn't happen often in my life.  I'm much too nervous to feel like a winner.

I drank several cups of coffee.  Then I read the paper while enjoying a bathroom break.  Many Korean women are waiting past the age of thirty to have babies.  In fact, the ROK has the lowest birth rate in the entire world.  People are just too afraid to have sex. I attribute this timidity to a lack of faith.  The citizens feel apprehensive about the expense of raising rug-rats.

I turned on Fox News.  The Minnesota Vikings have reversed their earlier decision.  Adrian Peterson is now off the team until further notice.  He's not even allowed to speak with his fellow players.  There's no excuse for beating a four-year-old child.  Teenagers can drive a parent to drink.  But the little ones remain a joy.

Anyway, it's time to don our tinfoil hats.  Here's Alex Jones discussing the evil globalists.

God bless.

Thursday, September 18, 2014

Thursday

(Sons of Anarchy is one of my favorites.)

Yesterday, the Dragon Lady made beef and rice for dinner.  The meal wasn't her best effort.  I'm not too crazy about rice.  But I didn't complain.  I just smiled and ate my food like a happy retarded child.  I'm wonderful that way.  The glass is always half-full in Smith's humble abode.  I washed the vittles down with a bottle of generic cola.  Carbonated beverages bring me joy.

I downloaded Sons of Anarchy.  Gemma pins Tara's death on the Chinese.  So Jax spends the first episode torturing and murdering an innocent man.  Marilyn Manson plays an imprisoned member of the Aryan Brotherhood.  The rock star has really aged.  He's also put on a few pounds.  But I can't deny his talent.  Mr. Manson possesses a powerful, distinctive voice.  Dope Show is one the best heavy metal tunes in the history of the genre.

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 give me patience.  My wife and son fight like cats and dogs on a daily basis.  Their constant friction is driving me bat-shit crazy.  I've never laid my hands on a female.  Yet I understand Ray Rice.  Peace is a wonderful thing.  

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.  Korean males are forced to join the military for a period of eighteen months.  Service is obligatory.  A young ROK Marine accidentally blew his hand off with a grenade.  He was later pronounced dead at a local hospital.  

I turned on Fox News.  The Five discussed ISIS.  They claim that Obama isn't taking the threat of militant Islam seriously enough.  I agree.  But let's be honest.  The world was a safer place when Saddam was alive and in power.  Bush and his buddies started a never ending civil war between the Shi'a and the Sunnis.  And make no mistake.  These rag-heads are crazy.  They'll end up killing us all.

Anyway, it's time to don our tinfoil caps.  Here's Peter Schiff discussing the Fed on CNBC.

God bless.   

Tuesday, September 16, 2014

Tuesday

(The Saints are 0-2.  But I still have faith.)

Yesterday, the Dragon Lady made barbecue ribs for dinner.  The meal was good.  My family eats a lot of pork.  Unfortunately, beef's a little out of our price range.  But that's OK.  Things could be much worse.  I'm just glad that I wasn't born in Djibouti.  I washed the meal down with a large glass of generic cola.  The experience was heavenly.

I downloaded the Saints game.  They lost by less than a field goal.  Their defense looked quite porous to say the least.  The lowly Cleveland Browns lit them up as if they were a pinball machine.  However, poor old Smith still has faith.  Drew Brees is a talented man.  He'll get the team back into the playoffs.

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 asked Jesus for the strength to love my neighbors.  Sometimes, I'm a mean-spirited asshole.  Who isn't?  Yet bitterness and hate are emotional diseases which can literally give you a heart attack.  Exorcising these wrathful demons is essential for a healthy life.

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 will not send troops to the Middle East to fight ISIS.  The ROK's afraid of angering the Islamic horde.  However, the government will offer humanitarian support to the victims of Muslim rage.  So Uncle Sam in on his own once again.

I turned on Fox News.  The Minnesota Vikings have decided to reinstate running back Adrian Peterson.  He'll play next week against the New Orleans Saints.  This decision is beyond all comprehension.  Mr. Peterson beat a four-year-old child with a tree branch, leaving deep physical scars.  I'm truly at a loss for words.

Anyway, let's turn to happier thoughts.  Here's Peter Schiff discussing the upcoming financial holocaust.

God bless.

Monday, September 15, 2014

Monday

(Adrian Peterson should be banned from the league.)

Yesterday, the Dragon Lady served kalbi-tong for dinner.  Translation?  Beef soup with clear noodles and rice.  The meal was pretty good.  I never fail to clean my plate.  I washed the vittles down with a large glass of generic cola.  Carbonated beverages bring me great happiness.

I viewed the Floyd Mayweather match.  The bout was a real piece of crap.  Mayweather has never impressed me as a fighter.  He constantly runs around the ring like a little bitch.  Plus the judges are always in his pocket.  His opponent wasn't given a proper chance to show his talent.  Floyd kept holding him, and the ref was too chickenshit to deduct a point from the champion.  I'm fed up.  I'll never watch boxing again.  The whole sport is rigged.

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.  Yet don't confuse me for a hardcore fundamentalist.  I recently heard a sermon concerning the pains of hell.  Supposedly, there's a lake of fire which smells of sulphur.  The damned burn while demons poke them in the ass with red-hot pitchforks.  Yada, yada, yada. 

I don't spend a lot of time thinking about the abyss.  The fate of my soul is in The Maker's hands, and He's going to do what He's going to do.  God doesn't strike me as an unreasonable fascist, so why worry?

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.  One out of every eight Koreans suffers from major depression.  This figure doesn't surprise me.  The ROK is near the top of the list when it comes to suicide.  Korea has very strict gun laws.  Therefore, the preferred method of self-immolation is by jumping off buildings.  I shit you not.

I turned on Fox News.  Another NFL football player might be drummed out of the league.  The state of Texas has just charged Adrian Peterson with child abuse for hitting his four-year-old son with a tree branch.  This story sickens me.  Adrian's other boy was murdered less than a year ago.  The cause?  The unfortunate child was beaten to death by a drug-addled knuckle-dragger.

Anyway, let's don our tinfoil hats.  Here's Greg Hunter discussing the economic collapse of America.

God bless. 

Sunday, September 14, 2014

Sunday

(David Haines murdered by Islamic knuckle-draggers.)

Yesterday, I took the family to dinner.  We had taegi-kalbi. Translation?  Barbecue pork ribs.  The meal was very good.  Kalbi's a favorite amongst the foreign population.  It's not nearly as ethnic as some of the other dishes.  I washed the vittles down with several glasses of genuine Coca-Cola.  I don't miss alcohol.  But I often Jones for a cigarette.  Tobacco's a terrible monkey on my back.

I watched two episodes of Nurse Jackie.  When I was a child, my dad caught me weeping.  He told me that real men don't cry.  We use vulgar language instead.  I haven't shed a tear in over thirty-five years.  But I've said the word fuck about a million times.  Yet Nurse Jackie tugs at my heart strings.  The show contains many poignant moments.  I get emotional.  Give it a try.

I paid homage to the Christ God.  I said the Lord's Prayer on bended knees.  No big deal.  I'm not some filthy atheist.  I asked Jesus to grant me good health.  I often worry that I'll drop dead too early.  I need to survive for another twenty years so that my kids get a good start in life.

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.  North Korean leader Kim Jong-un is walking with a limp.  He's also gained a ton of weight.  Many now wonder about his health.  Jong-un is the spitting image of his grandfather.  Their physical similarity is quite eerie.

I turned on Fox News.  ISIS beheaded another westerner.  Their new victim was a British aid worker named David Haines.  I've said it a million times.  But I'll repeat myself anyway.  The world was better off with Saddam and Qaddafi.  They kept the savages in line.  Nevertheless, an Islamic caliphate in the Middle East cannot be tolerated.  ISIS represents a true existential threat to the civilized word and must be mercilessly exterminated.

The time has come to don our tinfoil hats.  Here's Gerald Celente discussing American propaganda.

God bless.

Friday, September 12, 2014

Friday

(Andy Rooney is dead.)

Yesterday, the Dragon Lady prepared toc-torry-tong for dinner.  Translation?  Spicy chicken soup with potatoes.  The meal was good.  Yet be careful.  If you order this dish in a restaurant, it might very well burn a hole in your mouth.  Even my lips were on fire.  I washed the vittles down with a large glass of generic cola.  Cabonated beverages bring me joy.

I viewed baseball on the tube.  The Samsung Lions hosted the Kia Tigers in the city of Daegu.  Samsung won 5-4.  The game was quite exciting.  The team drove in the winning run during the bottom of the ninth inning.  But the Lions have been slumping.  Nexen's about to knock them off their perch.  The playoffs should be a lot of fun to watch.

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 asked Jesus to relieve my stress.  I worry too much.  I wish I could just let go.  Perhaps I need a psychiatrist to hook me up with powerful narcotics.  Goof pills might be the ticket to bliss.

I went to bed at 10 p.m.  I had a strange dream concerning Bob Beckel.  He got into a huge fight with Andy Rooney on the set of The Five.  The squirmish started when Bob touched Andy's leg.  It was very violent.  They even broke the chairs and tables.  Andy finally apologized.  He promised to buy musical instruments for a local elementary school.

I woke up at 6 a.m. and drank several cups of coffee.  Then I read the paper while enjoying a bathroom break.  Forty-four percent of Korean men enjoy smoking cigarettes.  They're very angry over the proposed hike in tobacco prices.  I don't blame them.  The whole world is turning into a nanny state.  The government needs to get off our backs.

I turned on Fox News.  Obama wants to destroy ISIS, so we'll probably start dropping bombs in Syria by next week.  I'm cool with the president's decision.  The last thing the world needs is a hardcore Islamic caliphate taking over the Middle East.

Anyway, let's don our tinfoil hats.  Here's Max Keiser discussing the fate of emerging markets with Jerome Booth.

God bless.