(What a great show.)
Yesterday, I cooked beef for dinner. I just threw the meat in a frying pan and let it sizzle. I added lots of salt and cooking oil. The meal tasted wonderful. My eldest son James-uh loved it. He devoured every last morsel. We washed the vittles down with several glasses on generic cola. We had a good time.
I watched the season finale of Penny Dreadful. It was extremely disturbing. Frankenstein's monster literally rips his captors from limb to limb. He then proceeds to smash an old man's head into a bloody pulp. Meanwhile, Ethan turns into a werewolf and decapitates one of the witches. Lastly, Miss Ives defeats Lucifer after learning that she's actually an evil Egyptian deity in human form. Now that's entertainment.
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 protect me from the wrath of the Dragon Lady. She keeps calling with threats of total destruction. I have no idea why she's so pissed. Her red-hot fury makes zero sense. She's the one who kicked me out. The loon acts as if I'm the one who abandoned her. Go figure.
I went to bed at 10 p.m. I didn't dream. I woke up at 6 a.m. and turned on my laptop. Conor McGregor is no longer fighting Jose Aldo on July 11th. His new opponent will be Chad Mendes. This match is bad luck for the UFC. Mendes is going to rip Conor a new Irish asshole. Dana White's big money fighter is on his way to a first-class ass-whipping. I can't wait to view it.
I read the paper later in the day. Koreans are have fewer children because of economic concerns. Kids are certainly expensive. But they do bring joy and love to our otherwise empty lives. They're certainly more valuable than a few extra dollars in our pockets. Koreans are often full of shit. I have no idea what makes them tick. Most are pagan idolaters.
Anyway, it's time for the song du jour. Here's Space Truckin by Deep Purple. God bless.