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.

Wednesday, September 10, 2014

Wednesday

(Ray Rice got fired from his job for domestic abuse.)

Yesterday, the Dragon Lady made pizza for dinner.  She cooked the pie completely from scratch.  The meal was absolutely delicious.  My wife's a talented woman.  But her endless desire for perfection will one day be her undoing.  She's a real Asian go-getter who never learned how to relax.  I washed the vittles down with a large glass of generic cola.  I'm a broke dead dick, so I only drink the off-brands.

I downloaded the first four seasons of Nurse Jackie.  Edie Falco plays the title role.  The show is quite good.  Yet I always feel slightly depressed after each episode.  Here's an example of the soul-destroying content.  A middle-aged woman enters the emergency room suffering from lupus.  She lives with her ten-year-old daughter in an inner-city tenement, and they can't afford the proper medicine.  Jackie steals it from the hospital to lend a helping hand.  You get the idea.  All the characters are down-and-out.

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 help my eldest son James-uh control his temper.  The boy is now cussing like a truck driver.  His mother often scolds his bad behavior. Yet he's completely unfazed.  He's tired of her endless bullshit.  Or so he says.  In the future, I hope they can have a nice relationship.  I could really use the peace.

I went to bed at 10 p.m.  I had another dream concerning my dead father.  We drove in silence down a deserted highway.  Suddenly, he turned his head in my direction and told me not to use drugs.  He claimed that drugs had killed his dad.  My grandfather actually died of lung cancer more than forty-years ago.  He was never a hop-head.

I woke up at 6 a.m. and drank several cups of coffee.  Then I read the paper while enjoying a bathroom break.  The Asian Games are right around the corner.  The Koreans are expected to do well in both football and baseball.  They also supposedly excel in a sport called soft tennis.  I have no idea what that is.

I turned on Fox News.  Ray Rice got fired from the Baltimore Ravens for knocking out his wife in an Atlantic City elevator.  Maybe I'm a caveman.  But the penalty is far too harsh.  She spit on Mr. Rice and attempted to hit him with her fists.  He had every right in the world to defend himself.  Perhaps he used too much force.  But having a vagina doesn't give a female the right to act in a violent fashion.  I know one thing for sure.  She'll never spit on him again.

Anyway, let's don our tinfoil hats.  Here's John Williams predicting a hyper-inflationary depression.

God bless.

Tuesday, September 9, 2014

Tuesday

(Brandin Cooks is a stud.)

Yesterday, the Dragon Lady served roasted chicken for dinner.  The meal was absolutely delicious.  Roasted chicken might be her new specialty.  The meat was both juicy and tender.  My lips were covered with a thin coat of salty grease.  I washed the vittles down with a large glass of generic cola.  The whole experience was heavenly.

I'm a huge fan of the New Orleans Saints.  I downloaded their season opener.  The squad travelled to Atlanta to take on the Falcons.  The game was very exciting.  New Orleans lost by three points in overtime due to a costly turnover.  But no matter.  I have faith in Drew Brees.  And Brandin Cooks looks like a shoe-in for rookie of the year.  With that said, Seattle still remains the bully on the block.  Those boys play rough.

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 to watch over my eldest son James-uh.  The poor kid is half a retard.  His only interest is computer games.  However, he did manage to ace his latest exam.  So there's hope.

I went to bed at 10 p.m.  I had a strange dream.  I rested peacefully in a bed.  Then I saw a horrible monster watching me from a nearby window.  I pretended to slumber.  Yet the beast knew better.  He gave me a toothy smile and shook his head from side to side.  I nearly pissed my pants with fear.

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 government has decided to raise the cost of cigarettes.   Currently, a pack of smokes runs about $2.50.  The powers-that-be will hike the price to $4.50 cents by the year 2020.  Those in charge claim it's a health issue.  But I know a shakedown when I see it.  This whole farce revolves around money.

I didn't get a chance to view Fox News.  I was too busy with other matters.  Soon I'll drive home and watch the Samsung Lions.  They play the NC Dinos at 2 p.m.

Anyway, let's don our tinfoil hats.  Here's Peter Schiff discussing the American labor market.

God bless.

Monday, September 8, 2014

Monday

(Park Byung-Ho has 47 home runs this year.)

Yesterday, I walked five miles to church.  No big deal.  I'm thirty pounds overweight, and I really need the exercise.  In fact, I often use my protruding stomach as a place to rest my hands.  My goal isn't to lose weight.  I'm merely trying to maintain my current girth so that I don't grow to the size of a Thanksgiving float.

The sermon was good.  The pastor talked about the Jesus Police.  These are the folk who feel it's their duty to keep the congregation in line by snooping on their neighbors.  Korean Christians tend to be very legalistic.  Most believe that drinkers and smokers are going straight to hell.  Luckily, I found a church which will accept nicotine-addicted alcoholics.  Amen to that.

I took the family for lunch.  We had pizza.  I washed the vittles down with a large glass of actual Coca-Cola.  It felt like my birthday.  Then we returned to our Soviet-style concrete apartment. My humble abode has a lot of personality.  The building resembles an old deserted mental hospital.  The outside is stained with dark streaks of dirt and mildew.  But the inside is clean, sunny, and beautiful. 

I watched baseball on the tube.  The Nexen Heroes hosted the Lotte Giants in the city of Seoul.  Nexen won the game 7-6.  Park Byung-Ho hit another monster home run.  He now leads the league with 47.  Park needs nine more to break the single-season Korean record.  Lee Seung-Yeop, who currently plays for Samsung, hit 56 back in 2003.

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 Jesus for my good fortune.  I have two healthy sons who will carry on the family name.  Plus I can afford to throw a little bit of meat into the family soup bowl from time to time.  Things could be much worse.  At least I wasn't born in Liberia.

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.  The ROK hired a German to manage their national soccer team.  I don't think that the change in leadership will help.  Koreans are very busy people.  They seldom lend much support to their domestic football league.

I turned on Fox News.  Brent Baer hosted a special on Benghazi.  He says that the inaction of the current administration is responsible for the deaths of three American citizens.  Bullshit.  The world was such a better place when Saddam and Qaddafi had power.  They were secular fascists who kept the Islamic troublemakers in line.  I couldn't give a flying screw about democracy in the Middle East.  I just want peace and stability.

Anyway, let's don our tinfoil hats.  Here's Harry Dent discussing the markets.

God bless.