(The Aldo-McGregor fight is in deep jeopardy.)
Yesterday, the Dragon Lady prepared beef and French fries for dinner. The meal was quite good. The fries were a bit overcooked. But a day without rice is always a plus. I washed the vittles down with several glasses of generic cola. Sugary soft-drinks give me much pleasure.
I watched the season finale of Aquarius. Sam's son is arrested for treason by the military police. His mother cries in anguish as he's dragged away in chains. Meanwhile, Charlie's lawyer friend murders another prostitute. Charlie hides the body in order to blackmail his companion. Aquarius is very entertaining. However, the program will soon be canceled. It's not doing well in the ratings.
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 asked Jesus to give me the gift of patience. My eldest son's in the eighth-grade. The boy's taking an algebra test today. He'll probably come home with another poor showing. Oh well. Not everyone was meant to attend MIT.
I went to bed at 10 p.m. I didn't dream. I woke up at 6 a.m. and turned on Fox News. The Confederate flag was the top story. The Five are happy that South Carolina is removing it from the state house. The panel also applauded Walmart for banning the symbol from their stores. Make no mistake. The flag's a racist emblem of hate. But it didn't kill nine people. That atrocity was committed by a mentally ill drug-addled monster.
I read the paper while enjoying a bathroom break. I was overwhelmed by some very sad news. The July 11th fight between Conor McGregor and Jose Aldo is in deep jeopardy. Aldo fractured his rib while in training camp. I can't tell you how excited I was to see this match. The brash Irishman is a pain in the ass, and Aldo would've given him the beating he so richly deserves.
Anyway, it's time for the song du jour. Here's Southside by Moby. God bless.