(Militant Islam will be the death of us all.)
Yesterday, I took my eldest son to a restaurant. We ate fifteen dollars worth of friend chicken. I washed the poultry down with a pitcher of beer. My boy hates to go. He'd rather spend the two hours playing Starcraft. But family time's important. So I often force him to come against his will.
I watched Banshee. The Redbones attack the police station with a fifty-caliber machine gun. Lots of people are shot in the head. Blood flies everywhere. Sheriff Hood releases Kai Proctor from his jail cell. They defeat the tribal terrorists with just a couple of pistols. Indians are terrible marksman. It's tough to shoot when you're dead drunk. We took their land. But at least the government gave them casinos. That's more than I ever got.
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 thanked Jesus for the gift of patience and the ability to endure. I also thanked him for giving me a couple of weeks away from the Dragon Lady. I really needed the break. The peace has been wonderful, and the beer's been delicious.
I went to bed at 11 p.m. I didn't dream. I woke up at 7 a.m. and turned on my laptop. ISIS set off a bomb in Iraq which killed over a hundred people. I'm not surprised. Those crazy Muslims will eventually destroy the world. The only solution is to exterminate the Islamic State without remorse or pity. Then we should install a ruthless puppet government to keep the savages in line. Just my two cents.
I read the paper later in the day. Many elderly women near Seoul were given soda-pop laced with insecticide. Several are dead, and many more are currently hospitalized. The prime suspect says that he's innocent. He claims that the whole ordeal was just an honest mistake. I'm inclined to believe him. Why would he want to kill a bunch of oldsters?
Anyway, it's time for the song of the day. Here's Helena by My Chemical Romance. God bless.