(Texas Rising is a lot of fun.)
Yesterday, the Dragon Lady served spicy pork and French fries for dinner. The meat burned a hole in my mouth. I tried to fight the pain with white rice and generic cola. Nothing worked. My wife knows that I can no longer handle spice. However, she hates my guts, so torturing me brings her great pleasure. Oh well. What's a boy to do?
I watched Texas Rising. It's a three part miniseries currently featured on The History Channel. The cast is impressive. Bill Paxton plays a hesitant Sam Houston who keeps getting his ass kicked by the Mexicans. I had no idea that Santa Anna was such a sadist. He takes no prisoners, shooting every Texan who falls into his diabolical hands. I highly recommend the program.
I paid homage to the Christ God. I said the Lord's Prayer on bended knees. No big surprise. I'm not some dirty atheist. I asked Jesus to cure my wife's demons. Trust me. That's a full-time job which only The Savior can perform. There's not a human on earth capable of such a gargantuan task.
I went to bed at 10 p.m. I didn't dream. I woke up at 6 a.m. and turned on Fox News. A guy named Josh Duggar is in the headlines. He felt up his sisters back when he was fifteen. His parents are Quiverfull Christians who have a reality show on TLC. These folks are against birth control and public education. They believe that home is the best place for book-learning and that women should be submissive to their husbands. Sounds good to me.
I read the paper while enjoying a bathroom break. Steven King wrote a new novel called Finders Keepers. The reviews are pretty damn good. I love his old stuff. Salem's Lot is one of my all-time favorites. I also like The Shining and Needful Things. But I'm more of a nonfiction guy these days. True crime often floats my boat.
Anyway, it's time for the song of the day. Here's Promised Land by Bruce Springsteen. God bless.