(President Joker is drowning in his own hubris.)
Yesterday, the Dragon Lady had an appointment. So I cooked my own vittles. I prepared beef and French fries. The task wasn't too difficult. My magnificent Phillips air-fryer did most of the work.
Jim refused to study. He played Starcraft instead. My eldest son's a video crackhead. But what's a daddy to do? I'm tired of being a hard-ass. Sadly, poor old Smith's been defeated by a 12-year-old boy. What a pisser.
I finished season seven of Weeds. I enjoy the series a lot. American television is experiencing a true renaissance. The networks are producing some real gems.
I prayed to the Christ God. I said the Lord's Prayer on bended knees. And why not? I refuse to live my life like a filthy nihilist.
I went to bed at 10 p.m. I didn't dream. I woke up at 6 a.m. I drank coffee and read the paper. A Korean man hit a woman on the head with a hammer. Then he dumped her body in the ocean. He's now in jail.
I turned on Fox News. The IRS has been auditing anti-Obama organizations. This news doesn't surprise me. President Joker reminds me of Nixon. He's drowning in his own hubris.
Anyway, it's currently 3:30 p.m. I'm knackered.
Talk to you later. God bless.