(Ted Cruz is courting the evangelical vote.)
Yesterday, I prepared pork and French fries for dinner. The fries were made from scratch. The meal was delicious. My eldest son ate every morsel on his plate. I washed the vittles down with a bottle of Jinro soju. Soju's disgusting. But it's cheap and gets the job done.
I watched Fear the Walking Dead. The show starts with a junkie waking up from a heroin binge. He's in a creepy old church. The ground's covered with human blood and body parts. He catches his girlfriend chewing the face off a corpse. There's a butcher knife hanging out her chest. Cool stuff. Zombies are like bacon. They make everything better.
I paid homage to the Christ God. I said the Lord's Prayer on bended knees. No big surprise. I'm not some dirty pagan. I asked Jesus to bring peace to my life. Living with the Dragon Lady all these years has given me post-traumatic stress syndrome. No shit. I'm a bundle of nerves. Maybe I should become a crackhead. Would that help? I don't know.
I went to bed. I had a strange dream about my favorite author Kurt Vonnegut. He caught deadly pneumonia after falling off a ladder. Kurt was in his eighties. Old men can't handle accidents. Anyway, he appeared to me in a vision. I asked him if he wrote The Gulag Archipelago. He simply laughed and walked away. I felt empty.
I woke up at 6 a.m. and turned on my laptop. Ted Cruz has decided to kiss evangelical ass. It's a smart play. Ted's against abortion, gay marriage, and funding Planned Parenthood. So am I...although I often give the fags, lesbos, and lady-boys a pass. Lots of evangelicals side with Cruz on these issues. And we account for 25 percent of the republican base.
I read the paper later in the day. The UFC's coming to Seoul in November. I'd love to go, but I'm a broke dead dick. The fight card's wonderful. It'll be a first-class event. Sadly, I won't be there. But I'm more of a home-body anyway. So are my children.
Anyway, it's time for the song du jour. Here's Whip It Good by Devo. God bless.