(The Velvet Hammer: He fights to the death!)
Yesterday, I hiked ten miles. The weather was freezing. Plus my favorite restaurant was closed. No delicious pumpkin pie. No refreshing Dr. Pepper. What a drag.
I took my family to church. Driving is very difficult and dangerous. Koreans are maniacs. If I were king, I'd confiscate their cars. Then I'd give each family a horse and buggy. So let it be written, so let it be done.
I have a great pastor. He's a card-carrying member of the Ivy League Mafia. He graduated from Yale. But I don't hold his education against him.
The pastor focused on Mark 14. Jesus doesn't merely give us words before his crucifixion. He also gives us a meal. I like that. We're fortified with his flesh and blood. Now that's commitment.
We went to McDonald's. I had a Quarterpounder and fries while the Children of the Rice enjoyed McNuggets. I'm not sure what the Dragon Lady ate.
I watched Fox News. Sean Hannity discussed the fiscal cliff. Mr. Hannity called Obama the worst president in history.
I don't like the Velvet Hammer. But I respect him. He fights to the death. Obama has more hubris than Richard Nixon. We should declare him Caesar.
I paid homage to the Christ God. I said the Our Father on bended knees. Jesus was scourged and nailed to a cross like a common criminal. He was then raised from the dead three days later. I'd be crazy not to pray to him. His power holds me captive.
I fell asleep at 11 p.m. I woke up at 8 a.m. The weather is brutal. I didn't go for a walk.
The Huckabee Show came on. I can't remember a word Mike said. My memory is shot. Perhap's I have Alzheimer's.
The Redskins beat the Cowboys. That's cool. The Super Bowl will feature the Broncos and Packers. Peyton shall get revenge for being traded.
It's currently 3:30 p.m. Today is New Year's Eve. But I'm far too old and tired to make it till midnight. I'll probably just retire early.
Anyway, talk to you later. God bless.