(Lee Seung-Yeop struck out in the ninth inning.)
Yesterday, the Dragon Lady served fish and rice for dinner. The meal was all right. At least the rice wasn't purple this time. I washed the vittles down with several glasses of generic cola. Carbonated beverages bring me joy. But I'm thinking of switching to tea. My belly is so big that I'm using it as an arm-rest.
I watched baseball on the tube. The Samsung Lions travelled to Seoul to play the Doosan Bears. The Lions lost the game 6-5. The squad had a chance to take the lead in the top of the ninth. Lee Seung-Yeop stepped to the plate with two down and a man on second. Sadly, the 37-year-old home run legend struck out while trying to hit a nasty slider.
I paid homage to the Christ God. I said the Lord's Prayer on bended knees. No big surprise. I'm not some dirty nihilist. I asked Jesus to transform my wife into a friendly person. I'm tired of listening to the woman. All she does is bitch, bitch, bitch.
I went to bed at 10 p.m. I had a strange dream. I stood on a hill looking down on a supermarket. It was my place of employment. I walked into the store with a heap of plastic bottles cradled in my arms. I dropped the bottles and buffed the floors. After that, I filled a large bin with inflatable beach balls.
I woke up at 6 a.m. and drank several cups of coffee. Then I read the paper while enjoying a bathroom break. A man from Canada wrote an editorial about driving through the Korean countryside. He exhorted his fellow foreigners to get out of their houses and enjoy the natural beauty which the peninsula has to offer. Unfortunately, I'm too lazy to drag my fat ass off the sofa.
I turned on Fox News. The Five discussed Vladimir Putin. I'm no fan of this shirtless moron. But the Russian people seem to adore their president. His approval rating is through the roof. I just hope his never ending gamesmanship doesn't lead to a widespread war in Europe.
Anyway, it's time to don our tinfoil hats. Here's Jim Rickards discussing the future of gold with Peter Schiff.