Wednesday, June 17, 2015


(Penny Dreadful is filled with naughty creatures.)

Yesterday, the Dragon Lady served spicy chicken sandwiches for dinner.  The meal was quite good.  The meat was hot, but the experience wasn't painful.  My wife is the Asian Martha Stewart.  I washed the vittles down with several glasses of generic cola.  Sugary soft-drinks bring me great pleasure.  I'm not too worried about my health.  I just need another nineteen years.  Then I'm free to die of ass cancer.

I watched the latest episode of Penny Dreadful.  An uptight Englishman insults Miss Ives.  He threatens to let his dogs eat her.  So she uses the power of Satan to murder the scoundrel.  He's torn to shreds by his very own hounds.  To make matters worse, Victor's new female creation has mental problems.  She squeezes the life slowly out of an unsuspecting sexual partner during a bout of casual fornication.

I paid homage to the Christ God.  I said the Lord's Prayer on bended knees.  No big surprise.  I'm not some dirty pagan.  I asked Jesus to heal one of my friends.  The poor guy caught pneumonia while undergoing an operation.  He's been in the hospital for the last seven days.  I hope he quickly recovers his health.

I went to bed at 10 p.m.  I didn't dream.  I woke up at 6 a.m. and turned on Fox News.  Donald Trump's running for president.  He's a funny guy, and I suppose he's smart enough for the job.  But I can't handle his ego.  To me, Donald's nothing more than an idolater who worships the golden calf.  The only thing he seems to value is his own net worth.  The country would be far better off with Rand Paul, Bernie Sanders, or Elizabeth Warren.  The last thing we need is an oligarch in the White House.

I read the paper while enjoying a bathroom break.  MERS is still plaguing the peninsula.  Three more people just died.  One of the victims was in his forties, so the virus isn't merely killing oldsters.  I worry for the health of my children.  If anything happened to them, I'd turn into a vegetable.  There's no rest in this sinful world.  If you aren't laid low by disease, then you might get blown up by a terrorist or eaten by a shark.  You can't win for losing.

Anyway, it's time for the song du jour.  Here's Family Tradition by Hank Williams Jr.  God bless.


  1. I agree on Rand Paul, completely disagree on Bernie Sanders and Liz Warren. They may spout off about financial corruption but they would only want Socialism and massive government. America I believe will NEVER really prosper like it did in its past until the FED is destroyed. I'm pretty much at the point where I stopped trying to tell people about how damaging central banks are, tired of sounding like a loon.


    1. I don't know, James. I'm just not into capitalism these days. But I could be wrong. What do I know?


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