(Hell On Wheels is one of my favorites.)
Yesterday, I prepared bacon and French fries for dinner. The bacon was from Emart. It cooked up all nice and thick and delicious. I made the fries from scratch. My eldest son loved the meal. He ate every morsel. I have mad skills in the kitchen. Perhaps I'm half-a-fag.
I watched the latest episode of Hell On Wheels. Bohannon's in love with a Chinese girl who's disguised as a man. A white scoundrel murders her father. Consequently, Bohannon's the only person who knows her true identity. If the other workers find out, they might kill the young woman. I like Hell On Wheels. The series is one of my favorites.
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 thanked Jesus for the newly found peace in my life. The apartment's very tranquil without the Dragon Lady. I can actually hear myself think. What a difference.
I went to bed at 10 p.m. I didn't dream. I woke up at 6 a.m. and turned on my laptop. Mike Huckabee believes that a ten-year-old girl who was raped by her step-father should be forced to have the child. Everyone's calling the former governor a loon. I must be crazy, too, because I actually agree with him. If I were king of the world, I'd burn the rapist at the stake. But I'd still force the victim to have the baby. Perhaps I'm a neanderthal.
I read the paper later in the day. A man in Seoul tried to kill himself and his nine-year-old daughter by driving his car off a cliff. By the Lord's grace, they both managed to survive. He was given an eighteen-month jail sentence. That seems kind of light for such an outrageous crime. But what do I know? I stay out of Korean affairs.
Anyway, it's time for the song du jour. Here's Daydream Believer by The Monkees. God bless.