(Tut is intriguing.)
Yesterday, I made bacon and eggs for dinner. The meal was delicious. I purchased the bacon at Emart. It fried up all thick and crispy. My eldest son ate every last morsel. He was starving. I washed the vittles down with a large glass of generic cola. I'm off the beer. It's time to climb back on the wagon.
I watched Tut. The action scenes are cheesy and low-rent. But the dialogue and politics are quite intriguing. Every character acts according to his or her own self-interest. There's literally no one who evokes any type of sympathy. A plague passes through the city. Tut's response? Burn the victims alive in order to halt the disease. And he's the protagonist! There's a hard-edge to the show which I very much enjoy. I'm just glad that I wasn't born in ancient Egypt.
I paid homage to the Christ God. I said the Lord's Prayer on bended knees. No big surprise. I'm not some filthy nihilist. I asked Jesus for the gift of patience. I'm going shopping with the Dragon Lady tomorrow in an attempt to rekindle our relationship. Maybe things can get back to normal. But I doubt it. That woman drives me completely insane. Our marriage will be the death of me. Let's hope I pass quickly.
I went to bed at 11 p.m. I didn't dream. I woke up at 7 a.m and turned on my laptop. Twenty-nine people in Nigeria we murdered by Muslim nut-jobs. They were blown to bits after several bombs went off in the city of Gombe. Islam is an absolute plague upon mankind. The rag-heads won't be happy until they destroy the human race.
I read the paper later in the day. A serial-killer in India was recently captured. He's accused of raping and butchering sixteen children. I used to be against the death penalty. But now I'm not so sure. What else can you do with the criminally demented? It's a tough issue with no easy answers.
Anyway, it's time for the song du jour. Here's Civil War by Guns N' Roses. God bless.