(Greg Gutfeld just isn't funny.)
Yesterday, the Dragon Lady was actually nice to me. I was so shocked that I nearly shit right in my hat. She took me to a local chicken restaurant while the Children of the Rice remained at our humble abode. My wife called the experience date night. I drank a pitcher of beer. Then we went to a couple of bars and had more suds. We didn't get home until 11 p.m. I had a great time.
I paid homage to the Christ God. I said the Lord's Prayer on bended knees. No big surprise. I'm not some dirty heathen. I thanked Jesus for his kindness. Is it possible that The Savior cured my wife from her myriad of psychic maladies? Well, I have oodles and oodles of faith in his ability. After all, he did drive seven demons from Mary Magdalene. So he's certainly up to the task. With God, anything is possible.
I went to bed at 10 p.m. I didn't dream. I woke up at 9 a.m. and turned on Fox News. Greg Gutfeld criticized Donald Trump for making light of John McCain's service. Greg and his lame-brained panel asserted that Trump has no respect for American soldiers.
Let's be honest. Trump only cares about Trump. But McCain's no better. Under the current political leadership, veterans are dying off like flies. The afflicted can't even make an appointment at their own damn hospitals. So how could The Donald's performance be any worse? It couldn't. I'm tired of the status quo. It's time for a change.
I read the paper. There was a very disturbing story regarding vigilante justice in Bangladesh. A thirteen-year-old boy was accused of burglary. A group of grown men tied him to a tree. Then they beat him to death with their fists. The whole gruesome act was caught on camera. The poor kid was tortured for thirty minutes before succumbing to his injuries. These murderers should be thrown off the nearest cliff.
Anyway, it's time for the song du jour. Here's Garden Party by Ricky Nelson. God bless.