Antifa

 

(Antifa is a fascist organization.)

Last night, I watched the Tucker Carlson show. Antifa is causing problems once again in American cities. This time, Atlanta is the target. These lily-white progressive assholes are breaking windows and setting police cars on fire. One of these criminals is the son of Massachusetts congress woman Katherine Clark. The man in question identifies as a transvestite. His name is Jared Dowell, and he’s actually quite handsome. Anyway, Jared beat up a cop—giving the officer a bloody nose and mouth. Of course, he wasn’t forced to spend a single night in jail. Are you surprised? He’s rich and privileged, so what did you expect?

I went to bed at 10 p.m. and dreamt about driving along a road that was close to the ocean. It was very pleasant. But I snapped awake at 6 a.m. because my mom’s dog, Daisy, was barking at the door. I walked to the bathroom. Then I read the headlines on my smartphone while taking a shit. Korea is experiencing a severe wave of cold weather. In fact, the temperature in Seoul is in the single digits. In contrast, west Texas has been nice lately. I wear a light jacket every day.

Mom got up at 9 a.m. and went to the kitchen. It wasn’t long before she started hacking her lungs out.

I said, “How are you feeling?”

She smiled wanly. “Better.”

“So you’re going to live?”

She nodded. “I think so.”

The poor old woman has been in rough shape for the last eight days. She’s suffering from a nasty bug. But it’s not COVID, thank the Lord. I’m actually a survivor of that nasty Chinese-manufactured bug. And trust me. It wasn’t a walk in the park. Fever. Sore throat. Persistent cough. Extreme lethargy.

I said, “Is there anything on today’s agenda?”

“I have to pick up my BMW from the shop.”

“That’s cool. It will get you out of the house.”

Rice-Boy Larry and Nurse Ken came with us. We all climbed into Ken’s Lexus. My oldest son is a speed king. Therefore, I kept yelling at him to slow down. To make matters worse, he has a tendency to tailgate. What can I say? He drives like a typical Korean.

I said, “You don’t have enough space in front of you. If he slams on his brakes, you’re going to kill us all.”

He said, “You’re making me crazy with all your bitching. Why don’t you shut the fuck up?”

Mom said, “That’s no way to talk to your father.”

He said, “Granny, if he says another word, I’m pulling over to the side of the road and making him drive.”

I said, “My license is Korean. It isn’t any good in Texas.”

He shot me the stink eye. “Then keep your trap closed.”

So I took his advice. He’s a grown man, and how he operates a motor vehicle is his own business. But if he ends up getting a ticket for his recklessness, he’ll simply have to pay the fine himself. Sadly, I’m a broke dead dick. In fact, I don’t have two nickels to rub together.

Luckily, the repairs to Mom’s car were covered by insurance. However, she had to pay a hundred-dollar deductible. The receptionist was very pleasant. She told us to have a blessed day. We waved goodbye and thanked her for the kind words.

After that, we went to Waffle House. I had the two-egg breakfast with bacon, hash browns, and dry toast. It was delicious. Overall, we had a pleasant afternoon. But I’m easily pleased. Things could always be worse. I’m just grateful that I wasn’t born in Djibouti.