(Chris Harper-Mercer murdered nine people.)
Yesterday, I cooked chicken for myself. My eldest son went back to live with his mother. She bought him a computer called a Surface Pro III. I'm not sure what that is, but he's very excited to receive it. I pray every day for their relationship to improve. Maybe they can start loving each other again. That would be a true blessing. Let's keep our fingers crossed.
I drank two huge plastic bottles of Cass beer while watching The Ultimate Fighter. Conor McGregor's team finally won a bout. The Polish Zombie outpointed Toothless Tom in a competitive match. I really like McGregor and Urijah Faber. They seem like nice guys. Conor even apologized for last week's tirade. His words were quite humble. What can I say? I'm impressed with both men.
I paid homage to the Christ God. I said the Lord's Prayer on bended knees. No big surprise. I'm not some filthy nihilist. I asked Jesus to help the Dragon Lady. It would be nice if she could last a couple of months without kicking James-uh out of the house. Perhaps her meds will finally start working. I remain hopeful.
I went to bed at ten p.m. I didn't dream. I woke up at 10 a.m. and turned on my laptop. A loon named Chris Harper-Mercer killed nine people at a community college in Oregon. Chris was described as soft-spoken. America's notorious for mass-shootings. Nevertheless, I remain committed to the Second Amendment. Law-abiding citizens have the right to protect themselves.
I read the paper later in the day. A Korean couple was shot dead in the Philippines. There was no sign of forced entry into their home. Plus nothing was stolen. The powers-that-be believe that the murderer knew the victims. The investigation is ongoing.
Anyway, it's time for the song du jour. Here's Go Your Own Way by Fleetwood Mac. God bless.