(The Shroud of Turin brought to life.)
Yesterday, the Dragon Lady served spicy pork and French bread for dinner. The meal was good. Poor old Smith enjoys hot food. I washed it down with Pepsi and chocolate. Now that's living.
The children were very happy. Their American granny sent them a package from the United States. Jim got the new Starcraft computer game while Bruce received a Star Wars Lego set. My eldest son is a Starcraft crackhead. He can play for days without sleep. He's that crazy.
I watched more Supernatural. Season seven features a new prophet. His name is Kevin Tran, an overachieving Asian high school student from Michigan. Kevin knows how to kill the Leviathans. Supernatural is stupid. But I can't get enough. I'm probably retarded.
I paid homage to the Christ God. I said the Lord's Prayer on bended knees. And why not? Who wants to live their precious life like a filthy nihilist? Not me. That's for sure.
I went to bed at 10 p.m. I never stay up late. I'm too old. I didn't dream. I woke up at 6 a.m. I drank coffee and read the paper.
The South Korean government is giving more perks to multicultural families. Now biracial children get access to free education. We don't have to pay for Bruce's kindergarten. What a nice benefit.
I turned on Fox News. The University of Padua in Italy has dated the Shroud of Turin back to the time of Jesus. I'm not the least bit surprised. The linen was wrapped around Jesus after his crucifixion. The mysterious image on the cloth is a transfer of energy brought about by the resurrection.
Christ is king. And all you miserable atheists are just gonna have to put that information in your pipes and smoke it. He is risen.
Anyway, I'm off for a ten mile hike and some pumpkin pie. Talk to you later. Peace.