(Joy Behar: Who gives a flying screw?)
Yesterday, I took the family to Burger King. The meal was good. However, I became very grumpy. I'm sick of smart phones. My kids are addicted to them. They even surf the net while munching on fast food. Bruce is only five-years-old, and he's already a video crackhead.
We returned to our Soviet-style concrete apartment. Jim studied the Korean language for an hour. He kept sassing his mother. So she beat him with a wooden spoon. I just shook my head. The boy never learns. If we lived in America, he'd be riding the short bus to school.
I watched Criminal Minds. It's truly the sickest show on television. I often fight back the urge to vomit. A janitor kidnaps both men and women. He drains his victims of blood and cuts off their eyelids. Then he uses the blood to paint their portraits. Disturbing stuff.
I paid homage to the Christ God. I said the Lord's Prayer on bended knees. I refuse to babble like a pagan.
I went to bed at 10 p.m. I didn't dream. I woke up at 5 a.m. I drank coffee and read the paper. Ryu Hyun-jin isn't having a good training camp. The high-priced pitcher seems to have lost some velocity on his fastball. I'm not worried. Ryu's a talented prospect. I see great success in his future.
I turned on Fox News. Joy Behar is leaving The View. I don't give a flying screw. I've never actually seen the program. Complaining yentas grind on my nerves.
It's Saturday. Usually I hike ten miles. But I'm tired. I need a break.
Anyway, talk to you later. God bless.