(It's time for the homos to get back into the closet.)
Yesterday, I took the boys to McDonald's. We enjoyed Big Macs and French fries and Chicken McNuggets. I washed the vittles down with genuine Coca-Cola. I'm a big fan of fast food. Starch and sugar send me straight to the moon. I'm just thankful that I can afford meat. At least I wasn't born in Djibouti.
I watched another episode of The Last Kingdom. King Alfred is standing up to the viking horde. He tells them in no uncertain terms to flee or face the dire consequences of their Christian masters. Of course, the pagans are unfazed. They see the ruler as a weak farmer. But they're about to get their asses royally kicked. Good for the English. Somebody had to show those pagans their proper place.
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 asked Jesus to protect his Christian children from the blood-stained hands the Islamic devils. What happened recently to the Russian airline is more Muslim lunacy. The religion of peace strikes again.
I went to bed at 10 p.m. I had a strange dream. I was back in high school taking a test. I didn't know the answers, so I asked my teacher for help. She yelled at me.
I woke up at 6 a.m. and turned on my laptop. The gays in Texas are bitterly disappointed that the citizens of Houston want sodomites and lady-boys to stay out of the female public restrooms. Sometimes, the homosexual community just goes too far. I liked them much better when they were all in the closet.
I read the paper later in the day. The CEO of a Korean online service provider was found guilty of not doing enough to prevent child pornography from appearing on the internet. He might even get jail time. Lots of executives go to prison in the ROK. Maybe that's a good thing.
Anyway, it's time for the song du jour. Here's a Korean singer named Dayhe shaking her stuff quite nicely. God bless.