(Christian Taylor killed by police.)
Yesterday, I made fried chicken for dinner. I cooked the poultry in two pans. It came out nice. But I didn't use batter. I don't have any flour at home. Nevertheless, my eldest son enjoyed the meal. He cleaned his plate joyfully. I washed the vittles down with a large plastic bottle of Cass beer. Maybe I'm drinking too much. I'm currently experiencing heartburn.
I watched the latest episode of Hannibal. The show is absolutely brilliant. Francis finds a new girlfriend. She's black and as blind as a bat. The poor girl engages in sex with the psycho. Of course, Francis has know idea how to react. He's a virgin who believes he's disfigured, even though he's the most handsome man in the state of Maryland. He goes to a museum and literally eats William Blake's Red Dragon painting in an attempt to escape from the voices. I'm going to miss Hannibal. Taking it off the air is tragic for a shut-in like me. Oh well. What's a boy to do?
I paid homage to the Christ God. I said the Lord's Prayer on bended knees. No big surprise. I'm not some dirty nihilist. I asked Jesus for wisdom. The exorcist is coming on Tuesday. He's a pastor, and he wants me to patch things up with the Dragon Lady. But I have several conditions. First, my wife must agree to see a psychiatrist. Will this happen? I think so. My faith remains strong. Only an idiot would bet against the savior.
I went to bed at 11 p.m. I didn't dream. I woke up at 7 a.m. and turned on my laptop. A young African American named Christian Taylor was shot and killed by police in Texas. Christian entered a car dealership illegally and was jumping up and down on the hood of an automobile when confronted by two local cops. They asked him to surrender. He refused. Mr. Taylor was subsequently shot several times. He died at the scene. What is it with black people? Why do they always refuse to listen to law enforcement? I just don't get it.
I read the paper later in the day. A hooker in Seoul was given a 30-year prison term for killing one of her customers. She lured the man to a motel room for sex. Then she stabbed him forty times. After that, she dismembered his body with an electric saw. She buried the body parts in a rice field. The next day, she used her victim's credit card to buy jewelry. If I were the king, I'd have her burned at the stake. But what do I know?
Anyway, it's time for the song du jour. Here's Hey You by Pink Floyd. God bless.