(The Donald excites me.)
Yesterday was Christmas. My wife went to Homeplus and bought me a 32-inch generic television called an Xpeer. I'm a broke dead dick, so I rarely experience the joy of name-brands. No matter. This television rocks. It plays all the files from my USB. It might be the greatest present ever.
My wife also returned with a bucket of fried chicken and two large plastic bottles of beer. We stuffed our faces with poultry and French fries. Then we watched The Man in the High Castle. The series is an adaptation of the famous Phillip K. Dick novel of the same title. The premise is that America has just lost WWII. The nation's now in the hands of the Nazis and the Imperial Japanese.
I paid homage to the Christ God. I said the Lord's prayer on bended knees. No big surprise. I'm not some filthy pagan. I asked Jesus for peace. My wife and eldest son are fighting yet again. She wants him to study more even though he's on vacation. He constantly plays computer games. His gaming infuriates her.
I went to bed at 10 p.m. I dreamed that I physically assaulted one of my friends. I wrapped him in a body triangle. After that, I kept punching him in the face. I didn't feel guilty. In fact, I very much enjoyed kicking his ass.
I woke up and drank a cup of freshly brewed coffee. Then I read the paper while enjoying a bathroom break. There was an editorial by a Korean man exhorting Americans to steer clear of Donald Trump. I refuse to listen to such foreign nonsense. Trump's exactly what America needs. He loves the United States, and he isn't a Wall street ass-licker. What more could we ask for? The fact that he's despised globally makes me a stronger supporter. My poor country can't survive another Obama.
I turned on CNN. The network featured a special about the earliest Christians. The narrator said that Peter didn't want to let uncircumcised gentiles into the religion. He wanted all of Jesus's followers to obey Jewish law. Meanwhile, Paul felt the opposite. He wanted to move away from Jewish law and make Christianity a universal religion which welcomed smelly pagans like me. I owe Paul a debt of gratitude. Thanks for your acceptance.
(Thanks Paul. See you on the other side.)
Anyway, it's time for the song du jour. Here's Torn by Creed. God bless.