(Salem is creepy.)
My eldest son James-uh pissed me off yet again. Thirteen is a terrible age. He started dancing on the coffee table while waving his plastic light sabre to and fro. I asked him to stop. But he didn't listen. He ended up destroying one of Bluce's Lego toys. Bluce cried and cried and cried. Sometimes, I wish a giant meteor would strike Earth. I could use the rest.
I downloaded the latest episode of Salem. The show is very entertaining. An exorcism is performed on one of the girls. Her father cuts her open with a knife and a large black snake slides out of her belly. The leader of the witches is named Sybil. She's married to a Puritan and tortures him daily. Good stuff.
I paid homage to the Christ God. I said the Lord's Prayer on bended knees. No big surprise. It's not like I'm some filthy atheist. I asked Jesus for the gift of patience. My kids are driving me up the wall. But I guess that comes with fatherhood. At least we're physically healthy.
I went to bed at 10 p.m. I had another strange nightmare about human excrement. I walked into my Soviet-style concrete tenement and found a steaming pile of shit lying on the living room floor. I blamed the mess on our rowdy neighbors. My wife, however, refused to believe me.
I woke up at 6 a.m. and drank several cups of coffee. Then I read the paper while enjoying a bathroom break. Manchester City finished on top of the English Premiere League. The squad is owned by rich Arabs. I'm deeply disappointed. I was pulling for Liverpool.
I turned on Fox News. The Five discussed American universities. They believe that many institutions of higher learning have been taken over by communists. I'm inclined to agree. The problem with extreme liberalism is that one must follow the party line or be branded a bigoted idiot.
Anyway, it's time for the song du jour. Here's I Am a Highway by Audioslave. God bless.