Yesterday, I got home at 6 p.m. and watched the game between the New Orleans Pelicans and the Detroit Pistons. It was a close contest, but New Orleans managed to pull away at the end of the fourth quarter with just a few minutes left on the clock. Zion Williamson scored 28 points, and Trey Murphy sealed the deal with some clutch free throws down the stretch. The Pelicans are now on top of the western conference. Good for them.
Suddenly, I got a call from an old friend named Seamus. I hadn't spoken to him in over ten years.
He said, "I'm starting a blog and a podcast."
I said, "Cool. What's it about?"
"How the republicans can win in the future."
I shook my head disdainfully. "Well, you're wasting your time. America is now a one-party nation."
"That's not true. What about the House of Representatives? It's red."
"Just barely. But I was mainly talking about the office of president."
"I think you're overreacting. Trump achieved a marvelous victory in 2016."
"The result was a fluke. In fact, a republican candidate has only won the popular vote on a single occasion since 1992. The last time it happened was in 2004. That's almost twenty years ago."
He got huffy with me. "Well, so fucking what? We can still win the electoral college. We simply have to turn Georgia and Arizona back in our favor."
"Your ass hurts. Those days are over. You won't see another republican president in your lifetime."
And I didn't tell him that dire news gleefully. On the contrary. The very notion brings tears to my eyes. One-party states are always shitholes. Just look at the majority of the countries in Africa and Latin America. For the most part, they suck giant ass. Violence. Corruption. Poverty. Lack of opportunity. And that's what's in store for America in the very near future.
Don't get me wrong. You'll have pockets of wealth here and there, and these rich assholes will hire Juan and Maria to cut their lawns and trim their hedges. But mark my words. The middle-class dream is slowly going extinct. One-party states absolutely abhor the bourgeoisie. So the competition is eradicated without mercy.
Seamus hung up the phone. It will probably be another ten years before I hear from him again. Oh well. What's a boy to do?
I went to my room and switched on Netflix. I've been viewing a show called 1899. However, I'm not a huge fan of the program. It's a slow burn that's filled with all kinds of strange symbolism. Perhaps I don't have enough brain power to get it. Sadly, I'm a retard. There are actually dolphins swimming in the ocean who are smarter than me. I shit you not.
I went to sleep at 10 p.m. and dreamed about a guy named Keith. We attended high school together. I used to call him wheat boy, and for some strange reason, it drove him nuts back in the day. Keith recently killed himself. He was in his early 50s at the time of his death. During the dream, we were walking to history class. We had to take a test that neither of us had studied for. I woke up before I could get the results.
I walked to the bathroom. Then I read the headlines on my smartphone while taking a nasty shit. A married Korean couple from a city called Pyeongtaek dumped the body of their 15-month-old daughter into a large plastic kimchi container that was located on the top of their house. The body wasn't discovered for three long years. Unfortunately, it is now so desiccated that the prosecutors have no idea if an actual murder took place. They simply don't have the physical evidence to bring that particular charge against the couple.
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