Saturday, October 31, 2015

Saturday

(Let's put Jared to death.)

Yesterday, I prepared jumbo shrimp for dinner.  I bought the seafood at Emart.  I cooked them with liberal amounts of salt and oil.  They came out all pink and juicy and delicious.  I also ate six strips of thick Emart bacon.  Then I washed the vittles down with several glasses of generic cola.  The experience was marvelous.

I watched the game between the Doosan Bears and the Samsung Lions.  The Bears won 4-3.  Doosan needs one more victory to win the championship.  I'm quite disappointed.  The Lions have gone ice cold at the plate.  Their big guns are doing absolutely nothing.  Oh well.  They've won three consecutive championships.  Perhaps it's time for new blood.

I paid homage to the Christ God.  I said the Lord's Prayer on bended knees.  No big surprise.  I'm not some filthy pagan.  I thanked Jesus for my many blessings.  I try to stay positive because things could always be worse.  I'm just happy that I wasn't born in the Republic of Chad.

I went to bed at 10 p.m.  I didn't dream.  I woke up at 7 a.m. and turned on CNN.  I heard former Subway spokesman Jared Fogle talking dirty over the phone about children.  His conversation was both explicit and disturbing.  I often wonder if men like Mr. Fogle should be put to death.  He's certainly a danger to society, and the world would be much better without him.  So why not put a bullet in his brain?  Just a thought.

I read the paper later in the day.  Forty percent of married Korean couples speak less than thirty minutes a day.  Sounds good to me. I hate talking to the Dragon Lady.  Her constant rage just gives me a headache.  Maybe the majority of Asian women are uptight and unpleasant. I don't know.

Anyway, it's time for the song du jour.  Here's What's This Life For by Creed.  God bless.

Thursday, October 29, 2015

Thursday

(Zombies never fail to entertain.)

Yesterday, I prepared chicken and bacon for dinner.  The meal was marvelous.  Bacon makes my heart soar like a bird.  And the pork I buy at Emart is first rate.  I washed the vittles down with several glasses of generic cola.  I'm a broke dead dick, so I can't afford the good stuff.

I watched the season finale of Fear the Walking Dead.  I enjoy zombies almost as much as eating chicken.  And the show never fails to gratify my need for blood and guts.  Several members of the United States Army are slowly devoured by the undead.  Their blood sprays all over the place as they scream in terror.  Talk about first-rate entertainment.

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 for the gift of patience.  My eldest son's grades have been slipping.  He never does well academically while living with his mother.  She's a demanding clingy woman, so the poor kid has no time to crack the books.  He's too busy catering to her endless needs.

I went to bed at 10 p.m.  I didn't dream.  I woke up at 6 a.m. and turned on CNN.  The school resource officer from South Carolina was fired from his job.  I disagree with the sheriff department's decision, but this is just another sign of the times.  If the unruly student had acted like an idiot at Walmart, she would have been cuffed and stuffed with zero fanfare.  But it's perfectly OK to conduct oneself like a criminal during math class.  I just don't get it.

I read the paper later in the day.  A woman from Seoul is being prosecuted for raping her husband.  I guess she tied him up and performed coitus while others were watching.  I don't know if she'll receive jail time.  However, the level of humiliation the man endured is off the charts.  We live in a broken dirty world.

Anyway, it's time for the song du jour.  Here's Shout It Out Loud by Kiss.  God bless.

Wednesday, October 28, 2015

Wednesday

(The cop should have hit her harder.)

Yesterday, I prepared fried chicken for me and the kids.  It came out all salty and crisp and delicious.  Poultry seems to be my specialty.  My children applauded my effort.  They ate every last morsel.  I washed the vittles down with several glasses of Emart cola.  I'm a broke dead dick, so I can't afford the good stuff.

I watched game two of the championship series between the Samsung Lions and the Doosan Bears.  Dustin Nippert pitched another gem for Doosan.  He went eight strong innings without giving up a single run.  In fact, he hasn't allowed a run in twenty-four innings.  The Bears won by the score of 6-1.  The best of seven series is knotted up at one apiece.  I like Korean baseball.  I really enjoy the cheerleaders.  They always bring a smile to my face.  I hope I'm not a dirty old man.  Oh well.  What's a boy to do?


I paid homage to the Christ God.  I said the Lord's Prayer on bended knees.  No big surprise.  I'm not some dirty atheist.  I asked Jesus to cure the Dragon Lady of all her demons.  This is no easy task.  But I have faith.   On the other hand, life's been quite peaceful without her.  I've decided to rely on God's will to settle this tricky matter.

I went to bed at 10 p.m.  I had a strange dream.  I was drinking whiskey at a hotel in Seoul.  Then I was outside in the parking lot because a group of Russian soldiers declared that they were going to blow up the building.  The hotel came crashing down.  Yet I didn't care.  I was too consumed with finding my glass of booze.

I woke up at 6 a.m. and turned on CNN.  I'm really starting to enjoy the network.  It grows on you.  A white cop is in hot water for dragging an unruly black teenager out of her classroom.  Both the teacher and the vice principal had already asked her to leave the premises peacefully.  However, she had flat out refused.  So what was the officer supposed to do? African Americans need to wake up and smell the coffee.  It's time that they started behaving themselves.

I read the paper later in the day.  A woman in Daegu was scolded by her husband for being too harsh on the children.  She became upset and jumped out of her fourth story window.  She landed in a tree and received injuries to her legs.  Many Korean women are just too high-strung.  Living with them can often be hell.

Anyway, it's time for the song du jour.  Here's Holy Diver by Dio.  God bless.

Monday, October 26, 2015

Monday

(Ben Carson is a Seventh Day Adventist.) 

Yesterday, I prepared steak for dinner.  I bought the meat at Emart. Steak isn't my specialty.  I should probably stick to poultry.  I also ate an apple.  I'm trying to get more fruit into my diet.  I washed the vittles down with several glasses of generic cola.  I'm a broke dead dick, so I can't afford the good stuff.  Oh well.  What's a boy to do?

I watched the UFC.  Joe Duffy is one of my favorites, but his match was cancelled because Joe sustained a slight concussion during training.  I was very disappointed.  However, the health of the fighters should always come first.  I did see Paddy Hoolihan get choked unconscious by Louis Smolka.  That was kind of cool.  So the event wasn't a complete waste of time.
 
I paid homage to the Christ God.  I said the Lord's Prayer on bended knees.  No big surprise.  I'm not some filthy pagan.  I thanked Jesus for sending The Advocate.  The Advocate is another name for The Holy Spirit.  He's very powerful.  In fact, he'll kick you right in the nuts.  Bang.

I went to bed at 9 p.m.  I didn't dream.  I woke up at 6 a.m. and turned on CNN.  I'm starting to like the network more and more each day.  Donald Trump is making fun of Ben Carson's religion.  Ben's a Seventh Day Adventist.  Trump believes that this denomination caters to loons.  The Donald also claims that the good doctor's a low energy guy. Personally, I want Bernie Sanders to win.  I need free health care--including expensive dental work.  I'm keeping my fingers crossed.

I read the paper later in the day.  The Samsung Lions are hosting the Doosan Bears for the Korean championship later tonight.  However, three of the Lions best pitchers were caught gambling in Macao.  They've been subsequently suspended for the entire series.  The penalty seems harsh.  But what do I know?  As a foreigner, I don't get involved in domestic politics.  I'm not even sure if the ROK is an actual democracy.  The last thing I need is to end up in jail.

Anyway, it's time for the song du jour.  Here's Telephone by Lady Gaga.  God bless.

Sunday, October 25, 2015

Sunday

(Hillary Clinton is an absolute pig.)

Yesterday, I prepared jumbo shrimp for dinner.  I bought the seafood at Emart for eleven dollars.  I fried them with liberal amounts of salt and oil.  They came out all plump and pink and delicious.  I also ate an apple.  I'm trying to get more fruit into my diet.  I washed the vittles down with two bottles of Jinro soju.  The experience was marvelous.

I watched the latest episode of The Ultimate Fighter.  It's the most compelling show on television.  I'm hooked.  Juicy J defeated an Arab from France.  Juicy is as cool as a cucumber.  He never gets rattled.  Conversely, Faber and McGregor are always picking at each other.  Faber likes to bring up the Irishman's acne scars whereas McGregor yaps constantly about Dilishaw's defection to another gym.  The battles are always entertaining.

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 improving relationship between my oldest boy and his mother.  He's been living with her for nearly a month, and she hasn't kicked him out.  Her medicine must really be working.

I went to bed at 10 p.m.  I had a wonderful dream.  I enjoyed coitus with a hot black woman.  She loved every minute of it, and so did I. Then the alarm went off.  I tried to get back to sleep in an attempt to recapture the excitement.  But the moment was gone.  Ho hum.

I turned on CNN.  I'm starting to enjoy the channel.  No kidding.  The liberals are all abuzz about Clinton's performance during the Benghazi hearings.  I find their joy insulting to the family members of the victims.  Hillary's a liar.  She lied about the stupid video when she knew full well that the attack was conducted by Muslim terrorists.  The woman is an absolute pig.

I read the paper later in the day.  Two pastors from Seoul got into a knife fight.  I shit you not.  They each believe themselves to be a victim of the other's slander.  Luckily, neither was injured seriously. 

Christianity in the ROK is a bit strange.  It's all about refraining from drinking and smoking and homosexual activity. Attending a famous university is also a theme which runs through the religion.  Many youngsters pray to the Lord for acceptance into an ivy league university. Quite frankly, I find this behavior both offensive and sordid.  But they could probably say the same thing about me.  I'm definitely no saint.

Anyway, it's time for the song du jour.  Here's Outside by Staind.  God bless.

Friday, October 23, 2015

Friday

(Uncle Joe loves the ladies.)

Yesterday, I prepared fried chicken for me and my boys.  I bought the poultry at Emart.  It cooked up all crispy and salty and declicious.  The kids raved about my prowess in the kitchen.  Poultry seems to be my specialty.  I washed the vittles down with two bottles of soju.

I watched the game between the NC Dinos and the Doosan Bears.  Doosan won the contest by the score of 7-0.  Nippert pitched another shut-out.  The series is now tied two games apiece.  They play again tomorrow to decide who moves on to the championship.  I really enjoy Korean baseball--especially when I'm drinking.  I often  dance while marvelling at the slender young cheerleaders. I hope that I'm not a dirty old man.  Oh well.  What's a boy to do?


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 usually ask Jesus for the same thing every evening.  I need to live for another nineteen years so that my children can get a good start in life.  After that, the savior is free to zap me with ass cancer.  I have decent medical insurance, so purchasing pain medicine should't be a problem.

I went to bed at 10 p.m.  I didn't dream.  I woke up at 6 a.m. and turned on my laptop.  Joe Biden has given up his dream of becoming the next president.  I like Joe.  He has a winning personality. Plus some of his gaffs are legendary.  I love how he's always feeling up the women. But there was no way he could stop the Clinton machine. Hillary's such a pig.  I can't understand why anyone would vote for her.

I read the paper later in the day.  A Korean janitor has been found guilty on charges of sexual molestation.  He poked a seven-year-old girl on the ass to stop her from playing with the water in the sink of a public restroom.  The court said that the man had no intention of getting his sexual jollies.  Nevertheless, he must keep his hands to himself in the future.  He was given a three year suspended sentence.

Anyway, it's time for the song du jour.  Here's She's a Rainbow by The Rolling Stones.  God bless.

Monday, October 19, 2015

Monday

(Another mass shooting in America.  This time at a zombie festival.)

Yesterday, I went to church.  The sermon revolved around one of Paul's letters to Timothy.  Much of the epistle is devoted to rules concerning marriage.  I learned that my marriage is pretty bad.  But here's the good news--for me at least.  More than fifty percent of Korean and American marriages end in divorce.  For all my faults, I'm still hanging in there.  Good for me.

I ate lunch at McDonald's.  I had chicken nuggets, a large order of fries, and a large Coke.  The meal was wonderful.  All that starch and sugar sent me straight to the moon.  Poor old Smith is a broke dead dick.  Usually, I have to settle for generic cola.  It was nice to taste the true article.

I watched Korean baseball.  The Doosan Bears challenged the NC Dinos.  The pitcher for the Bears was an American named Dustin Nippert.  He had a marvelous game.  In fact, he didn't allow a single run during the entire nine innings.  Dustin used to pitch for the Arizona Diamondbacks, but things didn't work out.  Now he makes more than a million dollars a year here in the ROK.  That's great money.  The Bears won the game 7-0.

I paid homage to the Christ God.  I said the Lord's Prayer on bended knees. No big surprise.  I'm not some dirty atheist. I asked Jesus to look out for my friend's wife.  She's in the hospital having a baby.  The kid's so huge that unfortunate woman is having a C-section.  I just want God to get her through the ordeal.

I went to bed at 10 p.m.  I didn't dream.  I woke up at 6 a.m. and turned on CNN.  There was a shooting at a zombie convention in Florida.  One man was killed while four others were wounded. America desperately needs free mental health services.  We have a lot of wackos walking around with pistols.  It's time to get these crazy assholes some much needed help.

I read the paper later in the day.  Samsung described the kind of workers they want to hire here in the ROK.  They desire Koreans who can speak English fluently.  They also want their workers to have the ability to network.  My oldest son James-uh would be a perfect fit.  Maybe he can get a job at the company in the future. I can only dream.

Anyway, it's time for the song du jour.  Here's Peace Sells by Megadeath.  God bless. 

Sunday, October 18, 2015

Sunday

(David Huckabee tortured and killed a stray dog when he was a teenager.)

Yesterday, I prepared a feast.  It started with eleven dollars worth of jumbo shrimp.  I fried them with liberal amounts of salt and grease. After that, I enjoyed three pieces of steak-bacon.  For dessert, I ate an apple.  I washed the vittles down with two bottles of Jinro soju. Talk about delightful.

I didn't watch television.  I've been doing a lot of reading lately.  I recently discovered an author named Conn Iggulden.  He writes stories about the Mongols and the War of the Roses and the Roman Empire.  His stuff thrills me.  It's real escapist joy.  But this is a blog about God, television, and politics.  So it's probably time to put the novels away and accept my role as a happy illiterate peasant. There aren't enough hours in the day for book learning.

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 thanked Jesus for my good fortune.  Life's gradually becoming more bearable.  My eldest boy and his mother are repairing their damaged relationship.  She's gradually accepting the fact that both her children are dullards.  Good for her.  On top of that, my cellulitis is getting better day by day.  I now walk with only a slight limp.

I went to bed at 10 p.m.  I had a strange dream.  The actor Michael Douglas was on a television show eating pudding.  He told the audience not to fall for liberal bullshit.  He said that socialism kills. Perhaps this is some type of strange warning not to support Bernie Sanders.  I really don't have a party.  I'm a social conservative but a fiscal liberal.  I'm definitely not a capitalist.  I believe in free education and health care.  I also believe that the poor should eat the rich.  But what do I know?

I turned on CNN.  My new cable provider doesn't have Fox News. What a pisser.  Donald Trump insulted the Bush family.  He implied that George Jr. was responsible for 9/11.  I don't find Trump's words offensive.  Bush couldn't find his ass with both hands.  His presidency was a disgrace.  And so was his father's.  The last thing we need is another clown in the White House.

I read the paper later in the day.  The ROK is up in arms over Mike Huckabee's remarks about dog meat.  But here's the rub.  Lots of Koreans still eat Fido.  They cook him in a soup which they slurp in the summer.  Supposedly canine flesh has lots of medicinal benefits.  

Nevertheless, Governor Huckabee shouldn't throw stones at glass houses.  His son David was arrested for animal cruelty after torturing and killing a stray dog back when he was a seventeen-year-old camp counselor. I thank Christ that both my children are gentle.

Anyway, it's time for the song du jour.  Here's Surfin' USA by The Beach Boys.  God bless. 

Thursday, October 15, 2015

Wednesday

(Trump believes that too many nations are getting a free ride.)

Yesterday, I took my children to a restaurant for dinner.  We ordered fifteen dollars worth of fried chicken.  My boys didn't want to go.  They're tired of listening to my bullshit.  But I'm their daddy, so they do what I say.  I washed the vittles down with a pitcher of Cass.  Cass is my favorite Korean beer.

I watched the game between the Doosan Bears and the Nexen Heroes.  Nexen was in control until the ninth inning.  Then the Bears exploded for six runs.  They won the contest 11-9.  It was the biggest comeback in Korean playoff history.  Doosan will now take on NC. If they emerge victorious, they'll play Samsung in the championship.

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.  Someone I know is in the hospital.  Here's having problems with his nervous system.  I asked Jesus to keep an eye on the poor fellow.

I went to bed at 10 p.m.  I didn't dream.  I woke up at 6 a.m. and turned on my laptop.  A vicious murder took place at a strange church in upstate New York.  A teenager was beaten to death by the congregation for his sins.  The victims parents along with several others have been charged with first-degree manslaughter. We live in a broken world.

I read the paper later in the day.  Donald Trump spoke some harsh words directed at South Korea.  He wants the peninsula to pay more money to the American government for its military defense.  He claims that the ROK is getting a free ride.  Many Koreans are angry at his remarks.  But I couldn't agree more.  Korea, Japan, and Germany need to pony up some cash.  These aren't poor nations.

Anyway, it's time for the song du jour.  Here's Life of Illusion by Joe Walsh.  God bless.

Wednesday, October 14, 2015

Wednesday

(Why are Muslims so crazy?)
 
Yesterday, I prepared fried chicken for dinner.  It came out all crisp and salty and delicious.  Poultry is my specialty.  I bought the bird at Emart.  It only cost four dollars.  I washed the vittles down with two bottles of Jinro soju.  I fear that I'm becoming a drunkard.  But what's a boy to do?

I watched game three between the Nexen Heroes and the Doosan Bears.  Nexen won 5-2.  They're on the verge of taking the series.  I'm a huge fan of Korean baseball.  I can bring the family to see the festivities for next to nothing.  In America, it would cost me an arm and a leg.

I paid homage to the Christ God.  I said the Lord's Prayer on bended knees.  No big surprise.  I'm not some dirty atheist.  My request to Jesus is usually the same every night.  I need another nineteen years to make sure my boys get a good start in life.  This recent bout with cellulitis showed me just how fragile my existence is.  I could pop off tomorrow for all I know.

I went to bed at 10 p.m.  I didn't dream.  I woke up at 6 a.m. and turned on CNN.  A 75-year-old Englishman has been held in a Saudi jail for over a year because he got caught with alcohol.  Now he might be given 350 lashes by the Muslim powers-that-be.  The poor old goat won't survive that type of beating.  What is it with Islam?  Why are they so crazy?  That religion and its nutty adherents will end up being the death of us all.

I read the paper later in the day.  A woman from Yongin loved cats. So she set up a shelter for strays outside her apartment building.  Someone on the 18th floor dropped a brick on her head.  She's now as dead as a doornail.  The police have no suspects. 

Anyway, it's time for the song du jour.  Here's Leather and Lace by Stevie Knicks.  God bless.

Monday, October 12, 2015

Monday

(Kim Jong-Un probably has gout.)

Yesterday, I went to church with my older boy.  We sat in the back. We always sit in the back.  The sermon centered around Paul.  Paul believes that it's important to drink in the Holy Spirit as a drunk quaffs wine.  I agree.  He also says that sexual sin is deadly.  My response?  Amen.  Intercourse is powerful business. Better to keep it to one woman.

After the Sermon, I took James-uh to McDonald's.  We both enjoyed our BigMacs and French fries.  I love junk food.  Starch and sugar send me straight to the moon.  I'm 73 inches tall. The doctor says that my ideal weight is 170 pounds.  However, I'm pushing 220. But what's a boy to do? Tomorrow's my birthday.  I'm in my late forties.  Nevertheless, I feel that I have another good twenty years left in me.  I'm as strong as a crippled bull.

I watched the Korean baseball playoffs and drank lots of Cass beer. The Doosan Bears took on the Nexen Heroes.  The Bears won 3-2. The series is now tied 1-1.  The Heroes will probably take the next couple of games.  The Bears just don't have the pitching required to make a run at the championship.  I love Korean baseball.  The games are so affordable.  I can bring both my boys for under fifty dollars.

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.  People I'm familiar with died recently.  I asked Jesus to make their journey to the other side a peaceful affair.  No one gets out alive, and your gold won't save you.  Put that in your pipes and smoke it.

I went to bed at 10 p.m.  I had a strange dream.  My wife attacked Bluce with an egg-beater.  I got extremely pissed-off.  I chased her around the apartment screaming the word bitch at the top of my lungs.  The neighbors gathered to watch.

I woke up at 6 a.m. and turned on CNN.  I no longer have Fox News.  What a pisser.  The liberals are dissing Bernie Sanders because they think he's weak on gun control.  I just can't understand the urge to vote for Hillary Clinton.  She leaves a slime trail wherever she goes.  Sanders seems like a much better option.

I read the paper later in the day.  Kim Jong-Un is the North Korean dictator.  Many suspect that he's ill.  He's been limping for the last six months.  My opinion?  The corpulent strong-man is probably suffering from gout.  He's eating too much meat and drinking too much alcohol.

Anyway, it's time for the song du jour.  Here's Yer So Bad by Tom Petty.  God bless.  

Sunday, October 11, 2015

Sunday

(Randy Quaid is a loon.)

Yesterday, I made bacon and eggs for dinner.  I bought the bacon at Emart.  It cooked up all crisp and thick and delicious.  I also ate three pieces of toast.  I enjoy dipping the bread in the yoke.  Now that's living.  I washed the vittles down with two large bottles of Cass.  Cass is my favorite Korean beer.

The Korean baseball playoffs are in full swing.  I watched the game between the Doosan Bears and the Nexen Heroes.  Both teams are from Seoul.  They have identical records.  Nexen won the game 3-2.  The Heroes lost one of their best players to the Pittsburgh Pirates, so they'll probably lose in the next round.
 
I paid homage to the Christ God.  I said the Lord's Prayer on bended knees.  No big surprise.  I'm not some filthy pagan.  I asked Jesus to drive the demons out of the Dragon Lady.  Today's her birthday.  My eldest son tells me that her medicine is actually working.  Talk about a blessing.  Nevertheless, I enjoy living without her.  The peace is magnificent.

I went to bed at 9 p.m.  I had a strange dream.  I took a ferry ride with my poor old mother.  She became upset because I wasn't wearing a jacket.  I told her that my sin wasn't a crime.  She cried and cried and cried.

I woke up at 7 a.m. and turned on CNN.  Randy Quaid got arrested crossing from Canada into Vermont.  He had a warrant for his arrest on vandalism charges.  Mr. Quaid believes that people are out to kill him.  He claims that the same people murdered Heath Ledger.  It's hard to believe anything he says with that silly looking beard.

I read the paper later in the day.  A British man with no penis slept with over a hundred women.  He told them all that he couldn't get an erection because of a kidney problem.  His new girlfriend knows that he's a dickless wonder.  But she's come to terms with his deficit.  Good for her.  

Anyway, it's time for the song du jour.  Here's Jukebox Hero by Foreigner.  God bless.

Saturday, October 10, 2015

Saturday

(Putin's cutting off his nose to spite his face.)

Yesterday, I made pork for dinner.  I also fried three eggs and ate them with toast.  I like to dip my bread in the yolk.  Talk about yummy.  Usually, I'm a cheap bastard.  However, my birthday is right around the corner, so I bought myself ten cans of Guinness at a local supermarket.  I'm a big fan of that dark black happy juice.  The experience was marvelous.

I didn't watch television.  I read a book instead.  I'm currently in the middle of a novel called Emperor: The Gods of War.  It's written by a guy named Conn Iggulden.  I have nothing but high praise for the author's efforts to reenact the turbulence of ancient Rome.  Iggulden starts with Julius Caesar crossing the Rubicon.  From there, the tale unwinds at an entertaining jaunty pace.  I plan to buy more of his stuff.

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 make me healthy again.  Cellulitis is an absolute bitch.  I've been in horrible pain for over two weeks.  Don't get me wrong.  My condition is improving daily.  But I still limp from here to there like Captain Ahab.  I just want to walk normally again.

I went to bed at 10 p.m.  I didn't dream.  I woke up at 9 a.m. and turned on CNN.  Putin's still in Syria in an effort to prop-up the Assad regime.  Good for him.  He can choke on the country for all I care.  The last time the Russians screwed with Islam they lost their empire.  Let them waste their blood and treasure.

I read the paper later in the day.  The South Koreans defeated Kuwait 1-0 in football.  The ROK has the best team in Asia.  But that's not saying much.  However, the Red Devils did make the quarter finals in the World Cup back in 2002.  They finished fourth in the tournament.

Anyway, it's time for the song du jour.  Here's Staying Alive by the Bee Gees.  God bless.    

Friday, October 9, 2015

Friday

(Ben Carson angers the left yet again.)

Yesterday, I prepared chicken for dinner.  I did an excellent job.  The meat came out all crisp and salty and delicious.  Poultry is my specialty.  I washed the vittles down with two bottles of Jinro soju.  It's cheap rot-gut moonshine, but it gets the job done.  You can get shitfaced in Korea for less than two dollars.  Who could ask for more?

I didn't watch television.  I listened to music instead.  I shook my flabby ass and jiggling man-tits to the tunes of David Bowie.  Major Tom is one of my favorite songs.  For a second, I actually thought I was cool.  However, I suddenly remembered my rotting teeth and swollen ankles.  I wanted to cry, but I held my emotions in check.  I'm quite macho.

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 let me live for another nineteen years.  I want to give my boys a good start in life.  After that, the Savior is free to zap me with painful ass cancer.  No big deal.  We all have to die sometime.

I went to bed at 11 p.m.  I had a strange dream.  I was back in the hospital with my youngest son Bluce.  He attacked me with a hypodermic needle.  Then the nurses started screaming about an imminent explosion.  I ran into the parking lot and the ground floor blew up, sending glass everywhere.  The experience was extremely vivid.

I woke up at 10 a.m. and turned on CNN.  I no longer have Fox News.  What a pisser.  Ben Carson suggested that the Jews might have fared better during WWII if they had armed themselves with weapons.  The left is outraged, but I agree with the doctor.  It's only common sense.  It's hard for a government to oppress well-armed citizens.  Perhaps I'm a neanderthal.

I read the paper later in the day.  A high school student from Taegu got upset because her mother didn't pick her up from class on time.  So she went home and committed suicide by jumping out of her apartment window.  Koreans kill themselves quite often.  I have no idea why.  Maybe the urge for self-destruction comes from being godless.  This peninsula's teeming with ungrateful pagans.

Anyway, it's time for the song du jour.  Here's Behind Blue Eyes by The Who.

Wednesday, October 7, 2015

Wednesday

(Daniel Cormier retains his title.)

Yesterday, I prepared pork and beef for dinner.  I did a nice job.  The meat was both tender and salty.  Nevertheless, eating alone is quite a drag, but anything's better than listening to my wife's incessant bitching.  I washed the vittles down with two bottles of Jinro soju.  I fear I'm becoming a drunkard.  Oh well.  What's a boy to do?

I watched the UFC.  Daniel Cormier fought Alexander Gustafsson for the light-heavyweight championship of the world.  The match was brilliant--an entertaining five-round blood bath.  Alexander caught Daniel with a knee that would have knocked most men senseless.  But Cormier is a former Olympic wrestler with a cast-iron chin.  He came back and outpointed the Swede to retain his title.  The bout was electric.

I paid homage to the Christ God.  I said the Lord's Prayer on bended knees.  No big surprise.  I'm not some filthy pagan.  I asked Jesus to heal my leg.  I'm still in a great deal of pain.  I used to be half-a-stud back in the day.  And, from time to time, I try to recapture my glory.  I caught cellulitis while attempting to walk 100 kilometers.  I got all the way to ninety before the disease shut me down.  It's probably time to grow up and act my age.

I went to bed at 10 p.m.  I didn't dream.  I woke up at 6 a.m. and turned on my laptop.  Texas executed another inmate.  The man's name was Juan Garcia.  He shot a missionary in the head in order to steal eight dollars.  The victim's wife and daughter forgave Juan for his sinful ways.  I go back and forth on the issue of capital punishment.  I'm not sure where I stand.

I read the paper later in the day.  A lot of salary men in their forties and fifties are angry over the Korean price hike in cigarettes.  They used to be able to buy a pack of smokes for approximately two dollars.  Now the cost has more than doubled.  I'm so glad I quit that filthy habit.  My lungs feel wonderful, and I'm saving a lot of money.

Anyway, it's time for the song du jour.  Here's Space Oddity by David Bowie.  God bless.

Monday, October 5, 2015

Monday

(Nineteen killed in Afghanistan.)

Yesterday, I took my eldest son to a restaurant.  We ate fifteen dollars worth of fried chicken.  The poor kid didn't want to go.  He's tired of listening to my bullshit.  All I ever talk about is the importance of being good at math.  He usually just rolls his eyes.  The meal was delicious.  I washed the vittles down with a pitcher of Cass.  Cass is my favorite Korean beer.

I watched the UFC 192 prelims.  A fighter named Alan Jouban is a Louisiana boy.  He now lives in Los Angeles.  Alan has oodles and oodles of skill.  However, a young Brazilian kicked him right on the side of the head.  Jouban fell like a sack of bricks, and he couldn't get up in time to satisfy the referee.  The match was called in the first round.  Talk about a disappointment.

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 to take care of my boys.  My youngest just got out of the hospital.  He's been suffering with enteritis and pneumonia.  But he's better now.  His lungs are completely clear.

I went to bed at 10 p.m.  I had a strange dream.  A big black guy from Africa tried to steal my passport.  He found the passport in the dog house in my backyard.  So I moved the document to a locker at the airport. 

I woke up at 6 a.m. and turned on CNN.  My new cable package doesn't have Fox News.  What a pisser.  Nineteen people were killed in Afghanistan when a bomb dropped on a hospital.  Some of the victims were members of Doctors Without Borders.  Most suspect that the explosives were dropped by the U.S. Air Force.  This is a tragic accident.  But these things happen in war.  If you're going to volunteer to work in Afghanistan, then you have to accept the fact that you might get blown to bits.  Plain and simple.

I read the paper later in the day.  A Korean high school student from Bucheon was arrested for raping a 10-year-old girl.  He possessed naked pictures of the child and threatened to release them on the internet if she didn't do his bidding.  The ROK is a nation which is soft on crime.  In a few years, this sicko will be free to sexually abuse more innocent females.

Anyway, it's time for the song du jour.  Here's Sailing by Rod Stewart.  God bless.

Sunday, October 4, 2015

Sunday

(Joe Biden wants stricter gun laws.)

Yesterday, I prepared beef and chicken for dinner.  I also had an apple.  I'm trying to get more fruit in my diet.  The meal was delicious.  I washed the vittles down with two large plastic bottles of Cass.  Cass is my favorite Korean beer.  The experience was marvelous.

I watched a program called Scream Queens.  It stars Jamie Lee Curtis as a sassy university dean.  Jamie still looks damn good for an old lady.  Someone who dresses up like the devil is killing college girls.  The murders are actually really very funny.  For instance, a deaf girl is buried up to her neck in the lawn of a popular sorority house.  She is then run over by a tractor.  Blood squirts everywhere. I nearly pissed myself laughing.

I paid homage to the Christ God.  I said the Lord's Prayer on bended knees.  No big surprise.  I'm not some filthy misanthrope.  I asked Jesus to repair the relationship between the Dragon Lady and my eldest son.  She just has to accept the fact that he's a dullard like his father.  Harvard simply isn't in his future.

I went to bed at 1 a.m.  I didn't dream.  I woke up at 10 a.m. and turned on my laptop.  Joe Biden wants strict gun control laws.  This is a knee-jerk reaction to the shooting in Oregon.  What we really need are more free mental health clinics. Law-abiding citizens have the right to defend themselves. Loons will always be able to get guns.  But loons on anti-psychotic medication are far less dangerous--even if they do have access to firearms.

I read the paper later in the day.  A college professor from Taejon is in quite a bit of trouble.  He forced his students to work as parking lot attendants for his daughter's wedding.  I find this story shocking.  Talk about a set of balls.  Korean behavior is often bizarre.  It's a society with a lot of social stratification.  Nevertheless, I love living in the ROK.  Perhaps I'm insane.

Anyway, it's time for the song du jour.  Here's The Chain by Fleetwood Mac.  God bless.

Saturday, October 3, 2015

Saturday

(Chris Harper-Mercer murdered nine people.)

Yesterday, I cooked chicken for myself.  My eldest son went back to live with his mother.  She bought him a computer called a Surface Pro III.  I'm not sure what that is, but he's very excited to receive it. I pray every day for their relationship to improve. Maybe they can start loving each other again.  That would be a true blessing.  Let's keep our fingers crossed.

I drank two huge plastic bottles of Cass beer while watching The Ultimate Fighter.  Conor McGregor's team finally won a bout.  The Polish Zombie outpointed Toothless Tom in a competitive match.  I really like McGregor and Urijah Faber.  They seem like nice guys.  Conor even apologized for last week's tirade.  His words were quite humble.  What can I say?  I'm impressed with both men.

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 to help the Dragon Lady.  It would be nice if she could last a couple of months without kicking James-uh out of the house.  Perhaps her meds will finally start working.  I remain hopeful.

I went to bed at ten p.m.  I didn't dream.  I woke up at 10 a.m. and turned on my laptop.  A loon named Chris Harper-Mercer killed nine people at a community college in Oregon.  Chris was described as soft-spoken.  America's notorious for mass-shootings.  Nevertheless, I remain committed to the Second Amendment.  Law-abiding citizens have the right to protect themselves.

I read the paper later in the day. A Korean couple was shot dead in the Philippines.  There was no sign of forced entry into their home.  Plus nothing was stolen.  The powers-that-be believe that the murderer knew the victims.  The investigation is ongoing. 

Anyway, it's time for the song du jour.  Here's Go Your Own Way by Fleetwood Mac.  God bless. 

Thursday, October 1, 2015

Thursday

(The Bastard Executioner is a winner.)

Yesterday, I took my eldest boy to a restaurant.  We ate fifteen dollars worth of fried chicken.  He complained the entire time.  The poor child is tired of listening to my bullshit.  Who can blame him? I washed the vittles down with a pitcher of Cass beer.  The experience was marvelous.

I watched a show called The Bastard Executioner.  The series is set in Wales during the medieval period.  The torture scenes are great. One man is peeled alive with a dull knife.  Another unfortunate is publicly beheaded with a single stroke of a sword.  And--as the coup de grace--a teenage girl has her nose cut off for offending the powers-that-be.  Talk about entertainment.  It doesn't get any better than that.

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 to look after the health of my family.  My youngest son Bluce is recovering from a bout of enteritis and pneumonia.  Meanwhile, I'm still hobbling along on my gimpy infected ankle. It's been a tough couple of weeks.  I'm just glad to finally be out of the hospital.

I went to bed at 10 p.m.  I didn't dream.  I woke up at 6 a.m. and turned on my laptop computer.  A Muslim in India was dragged out of his house by an angry mob.  He was then beaten to death with bricks and rocks.  His crime?  Eating beef. One of the best things Christ did was abolish the Hebrew dietary regulations.  Piddling rules only serve to alienate us from each other.

I read the paper later in the day.  A man from the city of Taejon is under arrest for constantly harassing the police.  In fact, this nut job has placed over two thousand calls to his local station.  He likes to get drunk and curse at them.  The judge gave him a sixth month suspended sentence.

Anyway, it's time for the song du jour.  Here's Back in the New York Groove by Kiss.  God bless.