(The Knick is the best show on television.)
Yesterday, the Dragon Lady made beef and rice for dinner. The meal wasn't very good. In fact, the rice was purple. The purple stuff is supposed to be healthier than the white variety. Nevertheless, the color didn't help my appetite. I washed the vittles down with several glasses of generic cola. But the sugar failed to mask the flavor.
I watched the latest episode of The Knick. Clive Owen is an impressive actor, and his series is far and away the best on television. Dr. Thackery's latest patient is a woman being eaten alive by syphillis. She's even lost her nose to the illness. He desperately tries to help. Yet the technology to make her beautiful again simply doesn't exist. So the poor creature is forced to spend the rest of her life with a gaping hole in the middle of her face.
I paid homage to the Christ God. I said the Lord's Prayer on bended knees. No big surprise. I'm not some filthy atheist. I asked Jesus to help me through this endless recession. I've got mouths to feed. I just hope that I can keep working till I keel over and die.
I went to bed at 10 p.m. I didn't dream. I woke up at 6 a.m. and drank several cups of coffee. Then I read the paper while enjoying a bathroom break. Korea won the Little League World Series. The peninsula is screaming with joy. Beating the snot out of an American team is icing on top of the cake.
I turned on Fox News. James Foley was beheaded by a rapper from an affluent suburb of London. Talk about adding insult to injury. Radical Islam is a scourge facing the entire planet. Nothing satisfies these devilish ragheads. Mark my words. Eventually, they'll kill us all.
Anyway, it's time to don our tinfoil caps. Here's Peter Schiff discussing the death of Mike Brown.