(Let's send Ted Cruz back to Canada.)
Yesterday, the Dragon Lady took the kids to visit some school friends. She left me by myself. I cooked chicken for dinner. The meal was delicious. I'm the king of poultry. I washed the vittles down with a bottle of Jinro soju. The experience was nice.
Unfortunately, tragedy soon struck. My little dog had a stroke. She went into full paralysis and was unable to use her legs. The paralysis was followed by seizures. She kept biting at the air and twisting her head back and forth in a jerky motion. Finally, the poor beast up and died. I was devastated. In fact, I'm still reeling. I'll never own another canine. I'm sticking to fish.
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 the Savior to help the children emotionally cope with the death of their pet. I called my wife and explained the situation. Her and the kids accused me of murder. I shit you not. She immediately drove home and buried the poor little beast.
I went to bed at midnight. I had yet another dream about smoking. I sat in my car and puffed on a Marlboro. I was terrified of discovery. Fortunately, I wasn't nabbed.
I woke up at 11 a.m. and drank a cup of freshly brewed coffee. Then I read the paper while enjoying a bathroom break. Koreans are afraid that the peninsula might become a future target for ISIS. I'm not too worried. There aren't many Muslims in Korea. In fact, I think the nation only has one mosque. But I could be wrong. Sadly, I'm wrong about most things.
I turned on CNN. Most of the pundits feel that Trump won the Republican debate. I agree. His performance against Ted Cruz was masterful. The Donald has a great stage presence. If he wins Iowa, he might actually go on to run the table. I've lost a great deal of respect for Cruz. His wife is a bankster from Goldman Sachs.
Anyway, I'll talk to you later. And God bless everybody.