Thursday, June 30, 2016

Police arrest 22 men five years after alleged gang rape

(This is going to be a tight race.)

Yesterday, I took my family to a pizza restaurant. I don't eat cheese, so my pie came with only sauce and pepperoni. It tasted pretty damned good. It's always nice to eat out. The meal was thirty-five dollars. I washed the vittles down with several glasses of genuine Coca-cola. A good time was had by all.

I watched Game of Thrones. The season finale is wonderful. Half the characters get blown to smithereens by Cersei. The queen is dead; the queen's family is dead; and the religious fanatics are dead. To make matters worse, the king commits suicide by jumping out of a tower. Meanwhile, Walder Fray gets his throat cut by the young Stark girl. Game of Thrones is always good for a laugh. I simply can't get enough.

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 The Savior to help my eldest son. The boy failed his most recent math exam. Up until now, he was doing pretty well academically. The kid hates to study. He's too busy playing games on his computer. Oh well. Things could always be worse. At least he's not addicted to crack cocaine.

I went to bed at 10 p.m. I didn't dream. I woke up at 6 a.m. and drank a cup of freshly brewed coffee. Then I read the paper while enjoying a bathroom break. 22 men in their twenties were arrested for an alleged gang rape that happened five years ago. These naughty boys were in high school when they spotted the females. They coaxed the young victims to an isolated cabin, forced them to drink soju, and later had sex with them after the girls had passed out from the alcohol.

I turned on CNN. Donald Trump and Hillary Clinton are running neck and neck in many of the battleground states. The majority of Americans have more faith in Trump when it comes to the economy and terrorism. Furthermore, many Sanders supporters hate Hillary so much so that they've decided to back The Donald. Sadly, I still think Clinton will win. There just aren't enough angry white men left in America to vote for the belligerent billionaire.

Anyway, I've shot my load. So long for now, and God bless everybody.  

Wednesday, June 29, 2016

Islam Strikes Again

(The religion of peace strikes again.)

Yesterday, I took my family to Burger King. I had a Whopper and a large order of fries. I also ordered some onion rings. I washed the vittles down with several glasses of geniune Coca-cola. The experience was marvelous. I'm a huge fan of junk food. All that sugar sends me straight to the moon.

I watched the latest episode of Hell On Wheels. It's currently my favorite show on television. Bohannon leaves his wife and child to go back to the railroad. He's an expert with explosives and uses nitro to blast through solid granite. But the stuff is highly unstable, so loads and loads of Chinese workers are constantly in harm's way. Two are actually blown to smithereens. Their limbs are reduced to a vapor of red mist. American television rocks.

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 The Savior for his many blessings. Lots of folk don't have the money to clog their arteries with junk food. Plus I also have access to hot running water. That's a big deal. Things could always be worse. I'm just glad that I wasn't born in Somalia.

I went to bed at 10 p.m. I didn't dream. I woke up at 6 a.m. and drank a cup of freshly brewed coffee. Then I read the paper while enjoying a bathroom break. Two Korean police officers are currently in a world of shit. They got caught having sex with underage high school girls. One of the victims even attempted suicide. The powers-that-be tried to cover up the crimes. But the two students took their story to the press. For some reason, lots of scumbags end up in law enforcement. It's a global problem.

I turned on CNN. Sadly, the ragheads are up to their old tricks. Thirty-six people were killed during a terror attack at the international airport in Istanbul. A single shooter unleashed all that carnage. He fired his bullets and blew himself up. Mark my words. Islam will prove the death of us all. Those people are crazy.

Anyway, I've shot my load. So long for now, and God bless everybody.

Monday, June 27, 2016

The Traditionalist Worker Party hates Jews, Blacks, Hispanics, Fags, and Muslims

(Matthew Heimbach is the leader of the TWP.)
 
Yesterday, the Dragon Lady prepared beef and rice for dinner. I'm not a huge fan of rice. However, in South Korea, you can't get away from the stuff. It's served with every meal. But I didn't complain. I just smiled and ate my food like a well-behaved retard. I'm wonderful that way. I washed the vittles down with several large glasses of Cass beer. A good time was had by all.
 
I took my wife and youngest son to the movies. We watched The Conjuring 2. I nearly shit my pants with fear. Who knows? Maybe I'm half-a-fag, but I kept my eyes shut for minutes at a time. The most disturbing character is the transvestite nun. This demon absolutely tortures the poor family its haunting. It even tries to impale the youngest daughter on a jagged tree trunk.
 
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 The Savior for his many gifts. For instance, I live in a shithole that is warm and dry. Plus I get to occasionally eat sushi and get drunk on beer. Lots of folks aren't as lucky as me. I'm just glad that I wasn't born in Uganda.
 
(This transvestite nun is pure evil.)
 
I went to bed at 10 p.m. I dreamt that I bought a bucketful of poisonous fish. These little critters had a deadly sting. My family insulted me when I brought the bucket into the house.
 
I woke up at 6 a.m. and drank a cup of freshly brewed coffee. Then I read the paper while enjoying a bathroom break. A famous actor from Seoul hanged himself in his apartment. He had been suffering from meth addiction for many years. His habit had cost him his family and career. I stay away from narcotics. Alcohol seems to do the job for me. This lost soul donated his organs to medicine. Let's hope that he doesn't meet the transvestite nun in the afterlife. The poor son-of-a-bitch has suffered enough.
 
I turned on CNN. A white supremacist group called the Traditionalist Worker Party tried to hold a rally in Sacramento, California. They were attacked by a communist group called By Any Means Necessary. Ten people were taken to the hospital after being stabbed with knives. The Traditionalist Worker Party had a permit to assemble. You don't get to assault people just because you disagree with them. American Nazis have rights, too.
 
Anyway, I've shot my load. So long for now, and God bless everybody.  

Friday, June 24, 2016

Capitalism in North Korea

(A female loan-shark was recently killed in North Korea.)

Yesterday, I took my family to McDonald's. I had a Big Mac and a large order of French fries. I washed the vittles down with a glass of genuine Coca-Cola. I'm a broke dead dick, so I usually drink the generic stuff. But sometimes a man has to splurge.

We returned to our concrete Soviet-style tenement. I watched an episode of Hell On Wheels. It's one of my favorite programs. Gunderson kills Bohannon's in-laws with an axe. However, the crazed Finn is eventually brought to justice. He's hanged by the United States Army. Gunderson's neck doesn't snap. He basically chokes to death slowly. The whole process is very disturbing to watch.


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 thanked The Savior for his many blessings. First, I'm very happy that my sons aren't homosexuals. No kidding. I'm not sure if I could handle that curse. Second, it's great to be able to eat meat every once in a while. Lots of people are vegetarians for financial reasons. Things could always be worse. I'm just happy that I wasn't born in Greenland.

I went to bed at 10 p.m. I dreamt that my wife bought a new apartment. However, the management told us that we weren't allowed to bring our children.

I woke up at 6 a.m. and drank a cup of freshly brewed coffee. Then I read the paper while enjoying a bathroom break. A debtor in North Korea killed a female loan-shark with a knife. The suspect is a retailer who got behind on her payments. Some are speculating that the isolated dictatorship is warming up to the notion of capitalism. I'm not so sure. I don't expect reunification in the near future. But stranger things have happened.

I turned on CNN. Officer Caesar Goodson was aquitted of all charges in the Freddie Gray case. There's a good chance that none of the police officers will face jail time for Gray's death. And I couldn't be happier. Freddie was a drug dealer with a rap sheet a mile long. More importantly, he wasn't a victim of homicide. He met his demise when he foolishly decided to run from the cops. If I were king of the world, I'd legalize all narcotics. Who needs the headache?

Anyway, I've shot my load. So long for now, and God bless everybody.

Thursday, June 23, 2016

Donald Trump: Hillary Clinton is a pathological liar.

(Hillary Clinton is wrong for America.)
 
Yesterday, the Dragon Lady made chicken fried rice for dinner. I'm not a huge fan of rice. In South Korea, you can't get away from the stuff. To make matters worse, the meal was so spicy that it burned a hole right through my tongue. But I didn't complain. I just smiled and ate my vittles like the village idiot. I'm wonderful that way.
 
I watched Game of Thrones. The latest episode is very impressive. Jon Snow destroys Ramsay Bolton's army with the help of an unexpected ally. The battle scenes are filled with blood and gore. Heads go flying left and right. Bolton is eventually captured and tied to a chair. Then he is eaten alive by his own hounds. Game of Thrones is always good for a laugh. What's not to love?
 
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 The Savior for his many blessings. For instance, I live in a country where it's legal to drink beer. Not everybody can say that. Plus nobody's getting shot, crucified, or drowned in metal cages. Things could always be worse. I'm just glad that I wasn't born in Libya.
 
I went to bed at 10 p.m. I had a terrifying dream. I turned into a wolf and killed my mother. My demons have demons.
 
I woke up at 6 a.m. and drank a cup of freshly brewed coffee. Then I read the paper while enjoying a bathroom break. The North Koreans fired more rockets into the sea. The entire peninsula's on alert. But I don't fear my surly neighbors. I'm more worried about ISIS and Islam. Mark my words. The rag-heads will prove the death of us all.
 
I turned on CNN. Donald Trump delivered a scathing speech about Hillary Clinton. Everything he said was right. She's pure evil. Hillary's a self-serving greedy liar. She's also the property of Goldman-Sachs. A vote for Clinton is a vote for more Wall Streedt fraud. Nevertheless, I think she'll win the White House. Peasants love to get pissed on.
 
Anyway, I've shot my load. So long for now, and God bless everybody.

Wednesday, June 22, 2016

Pastor Donnie Romero really hates fags!

(Donnie Romero might be hateful shithead, but he's not a killer.)
 
Yesterday, I took my family to a couple of restaurants. First, we went for sushi at a new establishment near our apartment. I loved the meal. I also ate raw octopus. But the Children of the Rice weren't satisfied. They wanted more food. So we walked to a chicken-house. I washed the vittles down with lots of Cass beer. Cass is both smooth and delicious.
 
I watched the season finale of Bates Motel. Norman finally kills his mother. He does the deed by using carbon-monoxide in a botched murder-suicide plot. Sheriff Romero arrives too late to save his wife. But he does manage to bring Norman back to life. The young man digs up Norma's freshly buried corpse. She's now lying on the sofa in the living room. I can't wait till the next season. American television rocks.
 
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 The Savior for his many gifts. For instance, I really enjoy living in South Korea. I have no fear of crime. Plus my kids get to go to safe schools. I never worry about drugs or violence. On top of that, I can occasionally afford to eat meat. Things could always be worse. I'm just glad that I wasn't born in Pakistan.
 
I went to bed at 10 p.m. I dreamt that I was in a bar drinking with college students. Five young men threatened to beat me to a pulp. I told them that I was going to call the police. They ran away.
 
I woke up at 6 a.m. and drank a cup of freshly brewed coffee. Then I read the paper while enjoying a bathroom break. There was an editorial about President Park. The writer believes she is taking the country in a backward direction. Park's father was a very popular military dictator back in the day. He was eventually assassinated with a pistol shot to the head. However, he's still credited with Korea's economic miracle. His daughter is controversial just like her daddy.
 
I turned on CNN. The Orlando shooting remains a hot topic in the news. The press is linking the massacre to gun control and conservative Christianity. But it's important to remember exactly who the shooter was. First, Omar loved Islam. Secondly, he practiced homosexuality on a regular basis. In fact, his former boy-toy claims that Omar was angry after recently being exposed to HIV. So let's get one thing straight. The murderer was an Islamic sodomite. Period. Paragraph.
 
Anyway, I've shot my load. I'll talk to you later, and God bless everybody.

Tuesday, June 21, 2016

Donald Trump fires Corey Lewandowski

(Trump fires Corey Lewandowski.)

Yesterday, the Dragon Lady prepared ham and rice for dinner. I'm not a huge fan of rice. But in South Korea, you can't get away from the stuff. It's served with every meal. I washed the vittles down with several large glasses of Cass. Cass is my favorite Korean beer. It's nice and smooth.

I watched the UFC. The main bout featured a contest between Rory MacDonald and Stephen Wonderboy Thompson. The fight was a real chess match. Both men gave each other a lot of respect. Nevertheless, Thompson won easily. Rory just didn't possess the speed to catch him with any significant shots. To make matters worse, Stephen shattered MacDonald's nose in the fifth round. Blood went everywhere. I love the UFC. The violence is incredible.

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 The Savior for his many blessings. My crazy wife is still on her medicine, and my children haven't been kicked out of school. Plus I can occasionally afford to eat beef. Things could always be worse. I'm just glad that I wasn't born in the Ozarks. Talk about a shithole.

I went to bed at 10 p.m. I dreamt that I was back in university. I was thrown out of the school library by an angry security guard. I thought he might kill me.

I woke up at 6 a.m. and drank a cup of freshly brewed coffee. Then I read the paper while enjoying a bathroom break. Two Vietnamese fisherman killed their Korean captain with a knife. They also murdered the ship's first-engineer. According to the crew, the two men are usually nice. However, they went off the reservation after drinking too much hard alcohol. I avoid whiskey like the plague. It's best to stick to beer.

I turned on CNN. I was disappointed to learn that Donald Trump fired Corey Lewandowski at the behest of his son-in-law. I really liked Corey. He took a campaign that was going nowhere and turned it into a winner. In fact, Lewandowski was the brains behind the Trump miracle. Day by day, The Donald keeps losing his luster. Nevertheless, I like him a hell of a lot more than Hillary.

Anyway, I've shot my load. So long for now, and God bless everybody.

Friday, June 17, 2016

More than four out of 10 Korean workers with children regard themselves as "edupoor"

(I'm a broke dead dick.)
 
 
Yesterday, I took the Dragon Lady to my favorite restaurant. We ordered fifteen dollars worth of fried chicken. The bird tasted wonderful. I ate every last morsel on my plate. We washed the vittles down with a pitcher of Hite beer. My wife is now medicated, so she's becoming quite the drunkard. Good for her.

We got back home at 9 p.m. I watched television. The Samsung Lions lost again. They are on their way to becoming the worst team in all of Korean baseball. If they lose three more games, there's a chance that they'll end up in the cellar. Nevertheless, I'm travelling to Daegu this weekend to watch the squad take on the first place Doosan Bears.

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 The Savior for his many blessings. For instance, I'm not some dirty sodomite relieving myself in the women's bathroom. Plus I can occasionally afford beef. Things could always be worse. I'm just glad that I wasn't born in Djibouti.

I went to bed at 10 p.m. I had another dream about smoking at the train station. I haven't had a cigarette in years. But I do miss them from time to time.

I woke up at 6 a.m. and drank a cup of freshly brewed coffee. Then I read the paper while enjoying a bathroom break. Many families in Korea consider themselves edupoor. They spend tons of money so that their children can excell in English, math, and science. I feel their pain. I also spend a ton on after-school academies. My little boy is currently taking math, Chinese, and piano. The monthly bill's a killer.

I turned on CNN. Donald Trump continues to get thrown under the bus by the mainstream Republican leaders. The Donald's asking the powers-that-be to keep their mouths shut so that he'll have a chance in November. But that's not going to happen. Men like Mitt Romney and John Kasich don't want change. And why would they? They've made fortunes following the same old routine.

Anyway, I've shot my load. So long for now, and God bless everybody.

Wednesday, June 15, 2016

Pam Bondi: She's not a terrorist. She's just against gay marriage.

(Pam Bondi didn't kill anybody.)

Yesterday, I took my family to dinner at a restaurant called Ashley's. The eatery is an American-style buffet decorated in Gone With the Wind movie posters. I ate ribs, shrimp, and crab-fried rice. The food was expensive but delicious. I washed the vittles down with five large glasses of red wine. I was quite shit-faced. I'm not used to vino.

We returned to our Soviet-style concrete apartment. I drank beer and watched television. Anderson Cooper ripped Pam Bondi a new asshole. His tone was very snarky. He seemed to blame Pam for the death of the homosexuals in Orlando because of her stand on gay marriage. I became outraged. The liberals are now pointing their greasy little fingers at good God-fearing Americans. How dare they? And Anderson is talking out of his asshole. It turns out that the murderer was a self-hating Islamic fag. Go figure.

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 The Savior for my many blessings. I have great kids; I'm well-fed; and I have 24-hour access to large amounts of alcoholic beverages. Plus I can occasionally afford beef and sushi. Things could be a lot worse. I'm just glad that I wasn't born in Liberia. I'd never survive.

I went to bed at 10 p.m. I had a dream concerning school. I was worried about failing algebra. Yet I managed to get a B. After that, I celebrated by taking a shit in the corridor as my suprised classmates looked on in horror.

I woke up at 6 a.m. and drank a cup of freshly brewed coffee. Then I read the paper while enjoying a bathroom break. A Korean teenager was arrested for hacking over three thousand websites. I worry about my eldest son. He loves computers almost as much as he loves Anonymous. I hope he's not up to any internet foolishness. Kids don't realize how seriously cyber-crime is taken.

I turned on CNN. Obama yelled at Donald Trump. He doesn't like Donald's stance on Muslim immigration. He also hates being criticized about his foreign policy. The president actually believes that he's doing a good job. He insists that ISIL's on the run and that he doesn't have to use the words Islamic extremism because Muslims are good people. Obama might be the worst president in our nation's history. But it doesn't matter. America's going off a cliff.

Anyway, I've shot my load. So long for now, and God bless everybody.

Tuesday, June 14, 2016

Tuesday

(The Bates Motel keeps me entertained.)

Yesterday, the Dragon Lady made ribs for dinner. They were smothered in tangy barbecue sauce. The meal was very good. However, no side dishes were prepared. I'm afraid to criticize my wife, so I decided it was best to keep my mouth shut. I washed the vittles down with several large glasses of beer. A good time was had by all.

I watched several episodes of The Bates Motel. I'm a huge fan. Norman's gone over the deep end. He enjoys dressing in his mother's clothing while murdering innocent women. However, he believes that his mom is actually the killer. He repeatedly asks his psychiatrist to keep an eye on the wretched woman. Meanwhile, Norma marries Sheriff Romero. The sheriff is up to his eyeballs in murder and money-laundering. All the characters in The Bates Motel are dirt bags. Television keeps me so entertained that I rarely read books these days. 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 filthy misanthrope. I thanked The Savior for his many blessings. For instance, I wasn't born a dirty Muslim waving a machine gun at the infadels. Plus my kids seem reasonably healthy and happy. Things could always be worse. I'm just glad that I don't live in Yeman. Talk about a shithole.

I went to bed at 10 p.m. I had a dream concerning my mother. Her rent was $3,500 a month, and she didn't have the scratch to pay. Nevertheless, she kept telling me that everything was going to be OK.

I woke up at 6 a.m. and drank a cup of freshly brewed coffee. Then I read the paper while enjoying a bathroom break. Porno is against the law in South Korea. In my opinion, the peninsula really isn't a democracy. Anyway, the police are now searching for four Koreans who ran a porn site called Soranet. They did this while they were overseas. But that doesn't matter. The government wants vengeance. It's strange. Even though pornography is outlawed in this nation, there's a whorehouse on every street corner. Go figure.

I turned on CNN. The shooter in the Orlando night club was no stranger to the FBI. In fact, he had been interviewed by the best and brightest on two seperate occasions. Consequently, the powers-that-be decided that he was an upstanding citizen. Accidents like this happen all the time. I put the blame on political correctness. The whole world is terrified of offending Islam. Soon, we'll all be their slaves. Mark my words.

Anyway, I've shot my load. So long for now, and God bless everybody.

Monday, June 13, 2016

Monday

(The religion of peace strikes again.)

Yesterday, the Dragon Lady made pork for dinner. She grilled the meat in our magnificent Phillips air-fryer. The meal was wonderful. I'm a huge fan of pig. It's both tasty and cheap. I washed the vittles down with several large glasses of beer. The experience was marvelous.

I watched a Netflix original series called Narcos. The story is about Pablo Escobar's reign of terror in Columbia. I sat transfixed for ten straight hours. Narcos is so interesting that I couldn't get off the sofa. And here's the kicker. Seventy-five percent of the program is subtitled. The main language used is Spanish. I'm usually far too stupid to sit through anything that I have to read. So this is some type of a milestone for me. I give Narcos my highest recommendation. Netflix has created an impressive work of art.

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 the Christ God for his many blessings. On Saturday night, I went out drinking with the Dragon Lady. I had several shots of Absolut vodka and vomited on the street. There are lots of people in this fallen world who can't afford to drink vodka and make public spectacles of themselves. I'm one lucky son-of-a-bitch. Things could always be worse. I'm just glad that I wasn't born in New London, Connecticut. What a shithole.

I went to bed at 11 p.m. I had a dream about my dead father. We almost got into a fist-fight. I was so angry that I moved in with my mother and her dog, Barney. Barney's been dead for over twenty years. He was a great companion. Time flies.

I woke up at 6 a.m. and drank a cup of freshly brewed coffee. Then I read the paper while enjoying a bathroom break. The ACT exam was canceled in both South Korea and Hong Kong. The test had been compromised by cheaters. Asians take education very seriously. Sometimes, they go a little to far in order to make it into the best universities.

I turned on CNN. A crazy rag-head committed an act of terrorism in Orlando, Florida. The man in question attacked a gay bar with an assualt rifle and a pistol. He managed to murder fifty people before being shot by the police.

Both Hillary and Bernie are blaming the incident on the 2nd ammendment. What a joke. They dishonor the dead. The fags have the right to shake their asses on a Saturday night without being targeted by fanatics. Unfortunately, Muslims aren't as tolerant as poor old Smith. I have no love for Islam. Mark my words. These wacky bastards will end up killing us all.

Anyway, I've shot my load. So long for now, and God bless everybody.

Thursday, June 9, 2016

Thursday

(Hillary's an evil bitch.)

Yesterday, the Dragon Lady went to Emart. She brought home fried chicken for dinner. It came in a large cardboard container. I ate the meal with a smile on my face and a song in my heart. I'm a huge fan of poultry. I washed the vittles down with several glasses of Cass beer. A good time was had by all.

I watched the Samsung Lions. They got their asses kicked by the LG Twins. The final score was 12 to 6. Samsung isn't getting much production from their foreign players. One pitcher got sent home for losing too many games. And a black third baseman gets no playing time because he's currently hitting below .250. However, the squad still has a chance of making the playoffs. Thankfully, the other teams suck, too.

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 thanked The Savior for his many blessings. Both my children are a couple of dullards. But they aren't completely retarded. So that's definitely good news. Plus I make enough money to afford heat during the winter months. Things could always be worse. I'm just glad that I wasn't born in East Saint Louis. Talk about a shithole.

I went to bed at 10 p.m. I had a strange dream. I was eating French fries in Burger King, and the girl behind the counter yelled at me for spilling ketchup. After that, she attacked me with a knife. 

I woke up at 6 a.m. and drank a cup of freshly brewed coffee. Then I read the paper while enjoying a bathroom break. Nearly fifty percent of all American women are classified as obese. The United States is drowing in fat. But I'm not pointing my chubby finger at anybody. I'm not in shape, either. In fact, I have man-tits which jiggle when I dance. Oh well. What's a boy to do? 

I turned on CNN. Hillary Clinton's now the nominee for the Democratic Party. However, many Sanders' supporters hate the former first-lady with a passion. For example, twenty-five percent said that they'd rather die than vote for her. I smell trouble coming to Philadelphia. That convention is going to be a mad house. Mark my words.

Anyway, I've shot my load. So long for now, and God bless everybody. 

Wednesday, June 8, 2016

Wednesday

(Judge Gonzalo Curiel is another left-wing activist.)

Yesterday, I took my family to Burger King. I had a Whopper and a large order of French fries. Meanwhile, the Dragon Lady opted for a burger with shrimp. I washed the vittles down with a large glass of genuine Coca-cola. The experience was marvelous. I'm a huge fan of junk food. I currently weigh 235 pounds.

We drove back to our Soviet-style concrete tenement. I drank lots Cass beer as I watched the Samsung Lions on the tube. Samsung defeated LG by the score of 8 to 5. Even though they are currently three games below .500, they remain in playoff contention. The majority of the other teams suck ass, too. Doosan and NC are the only two decent squads in the league.

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 The Savior for his many gifts. For instance, my sons aren't homosexuals. Plus I have enough money to occasionally feed them meat. Things could be a whole lot worse. I'm just glad that I wasn't born in Flint, Michigan. Talk about a shithole. You can't even drink the water in that sorry town.

I went to bed at 10 p.m. I had another strange dream about defecating in the middle of a restaurant. This time I released my bowels in a Sizzler. I haven't been to a Sizzler in years.

I woke up at 6 a.m. and drank a cup of freshly brewed coffee. Then I read the paper while enjoying a bathroom break. A young female teacher on a remote Korean island was gang raped by three men. The incident happened after she passed out from drinking too much soju. She knew all the perverts who assaulted her. They were the fathers of her students.

I turned on CNN. I recently blamed The Donald for calling out the Hispanic judge overseeing the Trump University case. Well, I was wrong. It turns out that Judge Gonzalo Curiel is a member of La Raza. He's another liberal judicial activist. So how's Big Don going to get a fair trial from this joker? He's not. Curiel should recuse himself immediately.

Anyway, I've shot my load. So long for now, and God bless everybody.  

Tuesday, June 7, 2016

Tuesday

(Is The Donald imploding?)

Yesterday, I took the Dragon Lady to my favorite restaurant. We ate fifteen dollars worth of fried chicken. The poultry tasted magnificent. Unfortunately, this particular eatery no longer serves Cass. So I washed the vittles down with a pitcher of Hite. Most foreigners hate Korean beer, but I love the stuff. I find it delicious and smooth.

I watched the UFC. The main fight of the evening featured a battle between Luke Rockhold and Michael Bisping. Luke dominated the early part of the first round. However, Michael caught him with two sneaky left hooks. After that, Bisping climbed on top of Rockhold and knocked him unconscious with several hard shots to the face. Luke did not lose graciously. He called Bisping a dick at the post-fight press conference and threatened to kill him during their next match. I love the UFC. It's a guilty pleasure.

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 thanked The Savior for his many blessings. For instance, I went away this weekend on a mini-vacation. I took the Dragon Lady to an island, and we ate lots of sushi and crab. A good time was had by all. I'm just glad that I wasn't born in Little Rock, Arkansas. Have you seen that shithole?

I went to bed at 10 p.m. I didn't dream. I woke up at 6 a.m. and drank a cup of freshly brewed coffee. Then I read the paper while enjoying a bathroom break. White people's life expectancies are dropping like stones from the sky. The members of my race are succumbing to alcoholism, drug addiction, and suicide. I can only speak to my own experience. I'm not standing on a window ledge waiting to jump. But I'm not dancing for joy, either. I find that beer helps with life's roadblocks.

I turned on CNN. Donald Trump is once again being accused of racism. The Donald believes that Mexican and Muslim judges aren't qualified to hear the fraud case involving Trump University because of their race and religion. Why would he say that publicly--even if he believes it to be true? It makes no sense. Perhaps he's on the verge of imploding. The thought of another President Clinton sends chills down my spine. I hope Donald gets his shit together before it's too late. 

Anyway, I've shot my load. So long for now, and God bless everybody.

Thursday, June 2, 2016

Thursday

(The cheerleaders for the Samsung Lions.)

Yesterday, the Dragon Lady made chicken sandwiches for dinner. The poultry was smothered in tangy barbecue sauce. The meal was very good. I washed the vittles down with several large glasses of Cass. Cass is my favorite beer in South Korea. It's very smooth.

I watched the Samsung Lions. They were defeated by the Nexen Heroes by the score of 6 to 4. Last year, many of Samsung's players were kicked off the team for illegal gambling. The squad has yet to recover. They are currently two games below .500. However, they still have a good shot at making the playoffs. Many of the other teams suck, too.

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 The Savior for his many blessings upon my life. For instance, my eldest son just wants to sit on his ass all day and play with his computer. But I try to look on the bright side. At least he can't get his computer pregnant. Things could always be worse. I'm just glad that I wasn't born in New London, Connecticut. That place is a real shithole.

I went to bed at 10 p.m. I had a strange dream. I kept telling a room full of Asians that middle aged white men kill themselves at an alarming rate. They laughed and laughed and laughed.

I woke up at 6 a.m. and drank a cup of freshly brewed coffee. Then I read the paper while enjoying a bathroom break. Prices have gone up on sanitary napkins. Because of this, many poverty-stricken teenage girls are using toilet paper to clog their plumbing. Korea's no different from other advanced nations. The peninsula is losing its middle class at an alarming rate.

I turned on CNN. Donald Trump dominated the morning news. His university is causing a big splash. Some of the former students and employees say that the school was a scam. But The Donald refuses to settle the case out of court. He claims that the vast majority of his former pupils are very satisfied with the education they received.

Anyway, I've shot my load. So long for now, and God bless everybody. 

Wednesday, June 1, 2016

Wednesday

(Anal sex is the devil's work.)

Yesterday, the Dragon Lady took me to McDonald's. I had a Big Mac and a large order of fries. The experience was heavenly. I'm a huge fan of junk food. I washed the vittles down with an enormous glass of geniune Coca-Cola. I'm a broke dead dick, so I usually drink the generic stuff. But sometimes a man has to splurge.

I returned to my Soviet-syle concrete tenement and watched the Samsung Lions. Allen Webster was the starting pitcher. He's been on a hot-streak lately. He performed well over six innings, only giving up a single run. The Lions went on to win the contest 4 to1 over the Nexen Heroes. I like it when young Americans succeed.

(Allen Webster is on a roll.)

I paid homage to the Christ God. I said the Lord's Prayer on bended knees. No big surprise. I'm not some filthy cannibal. I thanked The Savior for his many gifts. For instance, I can occasionally afford beer and meat. Plus my children are performing reasonably well in school. Things could always be worse. I'm just glad that I wasn't born on the southside of Chicago. Talk about a shithole.

I went to bed at 10 p.m. I didn't dream. I woke up at 6 a.m. and drank a cup of freshly brewed coffee. Then I read the paper while enjoying a bathroom break. A spurned lover in Rome sprayed alcohol on his girlfriend and set her on fire. The poor woman burned to death. If I were king of the world, I'd throw this Italian bastard off a cliff. Unfortunately, nobody listens to me.

I turned on CNN. Donald Trump spent his morning bashing reporters during a press conference. He called them all digusting sleaze. He then went on to insult the judge who is handling the Trump University case. I couldn't stop laughing. The Donald has a wonderful sense of humor. However, there simply aren't enough white people left in America for him to win the race. But what do I know?

Anyway, I've shot my load. So long for now, and God bless everybody.