Corrupt America

 

(Only Satanists and perverts are celebrated these days.)

Yesterday, I woke up at 8 a.m. and drank a cup of freshly brewed coffee. Then I read the headlines on my smartphone while taking a nasty shit. The Korean police raided a foreigner-only bar in Seoul and nabbed seven Vietnamese for illegal drug use. The men weren’t getting high at the time. Instead, they were rounded up on an anonymous tip and given a urinalysis. They tested positive for ecstasy and will soon be prosecuted for their crimes. After serving their time in prison, they’ll all get deported. Migrants on the peninsula have limited rights. Big Brother in this part of the world is short on sympathy.

I ate hash browns for breakfast as I surfed the internet. A group of children from Greenville, South Carolina, traveled to Washington D.C. to visit the Capitol Building. They wanted to sing the Star-Spangled Banner, but they were stopped from doing so by the police. Why? Well, these kids are white and Christian, and those qualities are now against the law in America. Only Satanists and perverts are allowed to be celebrated these days.

I called my mother using Facebook Messenger.

I said, “Has Ken applied for nursing school yet?”

She shook her head. “He says he wants to retake the HESI Exam this month.”

“Why? He got above 75 in all the categories.”

“He thinks he can do better.”

“But he doesn’t have to do better. His results are good enough.”

She shrugged. “That’s not the way he sees it.”

“His fucking ass hurts.”

“There’s no point in getting angry.”

I sighed heavily. “You’re absolutely right. I’m only going to give myself a heart attack. Maybe he doesn’t want to be a nurse in the first place.”

“Ken’s still young. He’s got plenty of time to decide.”

“Yet the years fly by so fast. The last thing he wants to do is drag his feet.”

Mom took a long sip of coffee. “Then what’s your suggestion?”

“Maybe he should become a cop.”

“A cop? Have you completely lost your fucking mind?”

I popped a piece of nicotine gum into my mouth and talked between chews. “Ken’s Asian, so his diversity might give him a leg up on the application. They’ve got great healthcare, Mom. Plus the pay isn’t too shabby. On top of that, he already has his associate’s degree. It might help with promotions.”

Mom chuckled joylessly. “I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again. Your son is a stubborn son of a bitch, and he’s going to do what he damn well pleases. So there’s no point in getting frustrated.”

“Ken’s as troublesome as Rum Tum Tugger.”

“Who the fuck is Rum Tum Tugger?”

“He was one of T.S. Eliot’s cats. Rum Tum was always giving Mr. Eliot fits. This obstinate feline is actually the inspiration behind the hit Broadway musical Cats.”

“Was Mr. Eliot a homosexual by any chance.”

I shook my head. “Nope. He was as straight as an arrow. He just wasn’t a dog man.”

“Well, he sounds gay to me.”

Later in the afternoon, I drove to church with Rice-Boy Larry. The sermon was OK. We’re still studying the Book of Isaiah. We are on the part where God is punishing Israel for relying too much on Egypt for help instead of placing their faith in the Lord.

Lots of the fuckheads and retards who read this blog often badmouth the Jews and modern-day Israel. They don’t believe that the true remnant has returned to Jerusalem. But you dullards have to remember that ten of the original tribes were lost in 722 B.C. when they were dragged away into slavery by Assyria. Consequently, there’s been a lot of intermingling of blood over the last 2,700 years.

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