(Roger Stone is playing hardball.)
Yesterday, I made chicken for dinner. I cooked the bird using liberal amounts of salt and grease. The meal was wonderful. My children sang my praises. In fact, they ate every last morsel on their plates. I washed the vittles down with two bottles of Jinro soju and a big glass of Cass beer.
I watched the Samsung Lions on my two hundred dollar flat-screen television set. The Lions defeated the KT Wiz by the score of 11 to 6. Samsung's ace pitcher is back from suspension. However, I wasn't impressed with the victory. The squad will be lucky to finish in third place this year. They don't look strong.
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 thanked The Savior for all my blessings. My children are healthy and somewhat intelligent. On top of that, my eldest boy doesn't drink or smoke or view pornography. I have no idea what's wrong with that kid. Furthermore, I can occasionally afford to eat meat. Things could be a lot worse. At least I wasn't born in North Korea.
I went to bed at 10 p.m. I didn't dream. I woke up at 5 a.m. and drank a cup of instant coffee. Then I read the newspaper while enjoying a bathroom break. The ROK is angry because American baseball teams pay more for Japanese players as opposed to Korean players. Japan is a thorny subject on the peninsula. Nippon did some pretty raunchy stuff back in the day--including mass murder and sexual slavery.
I turned on CNN. Roger Stone is an outspoken ally of The Donald. He's threatening to release the names and addresses of Republican delegates if they refuse to nominate Mr. Trump. I certainly understand Stone's frustration. I honestly believe that the powers-that-be will find a way to nominate Paul Ryan. But what do I know?
Anyway, I've shot my load. So long for now, and God bless everybody.