(Biker scum commit murder in Texas.)
Yesterday, I had pork and rice for dinner. The meal wasn't very good. I'm not a big fan of rice. But I didn't complain. I just smiled and ate my vittles with a gleam in my eye and a song in my heart. I'm wonderful that way. I washed the food down with several glasses of generic cola. Sadly, I'm far too poor to afford the good stuff. Money doesn't grow on trees.
I tried watching Game of Thrones. However, the Dragon Lady kept yelling at my unfortunate sons and spanking them with a wooden spoon. She wants the boys to attend MIT or Harvard. Many Asian mothers--true to their reputation--are completely bat-shit crazy. In reality, my children are a couple of dullards. They'd be lucky to get into clown college. Don't get me wrong. I still love them. But why beat a dead horse?
I paid homage to the Christ God. I said the Lord's Prayer on bended knees. No big surprise. I'm not some filthy misanthrope. I do my best to love my neighbor as myself. Jesus is a powerful universal force. If you invite him into your life, he'll show up and kick you right in the nuts. No fooling.
I went to bed at 10 p.m. I had a dream about attending a wild amusement park in Florida. My mother was there. I had to cross a vast swimming pool on a tight rope. I was hundreds of feet in the air and kept falling into the water. Yet my brains didn't splatter all over the place. I was having a great time.
I woke up at 5 a.m. and turned on Fox News. Neil Cavuto told the nation's poor to flush their food stamps down the toilet and take responsibility for their shitty lives. I find that the boys at Fox often demonize the have-nots. Most people collecting benefits are working their fingers to the bone just to make ends meet. Cavuto should set his sights on his bloodsucking buddies who work on Wall Street. They literally stole trillions of dollars right from our pockets.
I read the paper while enjoying a bathroom break. Nine bikers were murdered at a restaurant in Waco, Texas. I'm not surprised. Bikers are bad news. There's nothing cute or friendly about them. Most are felons who'd gladly cut your throat for looking at them sideways. It's best to give criminals a wide-birth. If they come rolling into your favorite drinking establishment, pay the bill and leave.
Anyway, it's time for the song of the day. Here's Sweet Leaf by Black Sabbath. Enjoy.