(Sir Thomas Moore was certainly a man's man.)
Yesterday, the Dragon Lady made beef and French fries for dinner. The meal wasn't her best effort. I've never cared for rice--which is a big problem since I live in Asia. But I didn't complain. I just smiled and ate my vittles like an angel. I'm wonderful that way.
I have a television package from Qook TV. It gives me access to thousands of movies for a reasonable price. I continued watching The Tudors. Sir Thomas Moore is finally beheaded by King Henry. He gives a stirring speech while standing bravely on the scaffold. Thomas must have been quite the man. Poor old Smith would've shit his pants.
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 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. An exchange student wrote an editorial condemning the Korean drinking culture. She finds the amount of public intoxication here on the peninsula to be downright disturbing. She's got a point. The ROK certainly has its fair share of drunkards. In fact, I used to be one of them. Thankfully, I climbed on the wagon.
I turned on Fox News. Planned Parenthood is in hot water. An adult woman posing as a fifteen-year-old girl got some shocking advice from one of the staff nurses. The child was given a frank tutorial on kinky sex--including bondage and submission. Humans love getting off. We even wear masks and brandish whips and chains. Go figure.
Anyway, it's time for the song du jour. Here's Mother by Pink Floyd. God bless.