(Hillary Clinton is a real pig.)
Yesterday, the Dragon Lady went to Emart. She brought a pizza back to our humble abode. It came in a large cardboard box. I'm a big fan of junk food. I washed the vittles down with several glasses of generic cola. My cholesterol's probably through the roof. But I don't care. I might as well die happy.
I downloaded season two of The Following. Ryan kills several of Joe's new followers. His favorite method of execution is with a knife. He guts both males and females alike. Ryan's an equal opportunity vigilante. There's a true bitterness between the two men. They despise each other with a passion. Their animosity lends spice to the program.
I paid homage to the Christ God. I said the Lord's Prayer on bended knees. No big surprise. I refuse to babble like a pagan. I asked Jesus to let me live another twenty years. Then he's free to zap poor old Smith with ass cancer. I want to give my kids a good start in life.
I went to bed 10 p.m. I had a strange dream about owning a bar in Cambodia. The American government thought I was a sexual criminal. They sent a man to investigate me. I kept proclaiming my innocence. Yet he wouldn't believe me. The nightmare was definitely Kafka-esque.
I woke up at 6 a.m. and drank several cups of coffee. Then I read the paper while enjoying a bathroom break. Children in China are feeling the pressure of exams. Many are jumping out of windows to escape the rat-race. Suicide is a huge problem in Asia. These people are always killing themselves.
I turned on Fox News. The Five discussed Karl Rove. Democrats are angry because Rove is implying that Hillary Clinton might have brain damage. I'm not a big fan of the Clinton's. Their policies laid the groundwork for America's current economic malaise. I fear my country shall never regain her glory.
Anyway, it's time for the song du jour. Here's Dancing Queen by Abba. God bless.