(Screw Mitt Romney. And screw the horse he rode in on.)
Yesterday, I made chicken for dinner. I cooked the bird using liberal amounts of salt and grease. The meal tasted fantastic. My eldest son ate every morsel on his plate. I'm the king of poultry. I washed the vittles down with several glasses of generic ginger ale. I now only drink alcohol on Friday and Saturday evenings.
I watched another episode of The X-Files. A mutated lizard is bitten by an angry human. The infected reptile becomes a man by day and spends his life pursuing a meaningless job. The poor creature contemplates suicide. Luckily, Agent Mulder talks him down from the ledge. It's nice to see Fox and Dana back together again.
I paid homage to the Christ God. I said the Lord's Prayer on bended knees. No big surprise. I'm not some dirty heathen. I asked The Savior to watch over The Dragon Lady. Her health's rapidly deteriorating. She might need surgery to remove her thyroid. I don't know the full details. She hasn't talked to me for nearly three weeks.
I went to bed at 9 p.m. I didn't dream. I woke up at 5 a.m. and drank a cup of instant coffee. Then I read the paper while enjoying a bathroom break. South Koreans are begging Americans to vote for someone other than Trump. They regard the billionaire as a menace to global peace. I couldn't disagree more. The Donald will make a wonderful president.
I turned on CNN. Mitt Romney gave a self-serving speech bashing Mr. Trump. Romney's hoping for a brokered convention so that he can get the nomination from the powers-that-be. He's a cynical snake. This Mormon charlatan lost me back when he called 47 percent of my fellow Americans a bunch of losers.
Anyway, I've shot my load. So long for now, and God bless everybody.