(Bill Clinton is a bastard.)
Yesterday, the Dragon Lady made pork and French fries for dinner. The meal was marvelous. The Smith family eats a lot of pig. We'd never survive as Jews. I washed the vittles down with several glasses of Coke. Carbonated beverages give me joy.
I discussed future plans with my wife. In three years or so, I'd like to move to Yanbian, China. The kids could learn Mandarin. But the whole dream is unrealistic. I'm not even sure if the Chinese government would allow me to open a small business. The entire affair would probably devolve into a red-tape fiasco. Nevertheless, I shall die soon. So I'd like to have one more adventure before I kick the bucket.
I downloaded the latest episode of Fargo. Billy Bob Thornton plays a glib assassin who is currently blackmailing a millionaire. He's driving the poor guy crazy by imitating the ten plagues of Egypt. Billy used to be married to Angelina Jolie. He wore her blood around his neck. Later, the couple split.
I paid homage to the Christ God. I said the Lord's Prayer on bended knees. No big surprise. I refuse to babble like a pagan. I asked Jesus to send my fat ass to China. I need one last fling before heading to the great beyond.
I went to bed at 10 p.m. I had a strange nightmare about cutting beef into tiny little strips and placing them on a barbecue grill. Try to figure that one out. My demons have demons.
I woke up at 6 a.m. and drank several cups of coffee. Then I read the paper while enjoying a bathroom break. The Vatican released some of its records involving the abuse of minors. Nearly nine hundred priests were defrocked and thousands more were disciplined for their perverted behavior. I get a marvelous feeling about the new pope. He cherishes the sunlight.
I turned on Fox News. Monica Lewinsky wrote an article for Vanity Fair magazine discussing her tryst with President Clinton. I always felt sorry for her. That girl was put through the ringer. Talk about the abuse of authority. Bill should be castrated.
Anyway, it's time for the song du jour. Here's My Own Prison by Creed. God bless.