Thursday, November 2, 2023

Broken

 

(My vacuum cleaner is on the fritz.)

Yesterday, I woke up at 5 a.m. and drank a cup of instant coffee. Then I read the headlines on my smartphone while taking a nasty dump. President Yoon thinks that Korea is paying foreign workers too much money. He says that these high wages are hurting local business owners, especially restaurants. So he wants to reduce their income to approximately $800 dollars a month. Yoon claims that this is fair because most of them are from shithole countries which are mired in poverty. Therefore, 200 bucks a week is nothing to sneeze at. The guy’s all heart, isn’t he?

I switched on Fox News to get the latest about the situation in Israel. The IDF is now hitting the Philistines with a full-out ground assault. The carnage is tough to look upon. Yet a nation which isn’t allowed to defend itself isn’t really a nation at all. I’m just concerned that this regional conflict will turn into a world war. I keep hearing the usual neocon assholes stating that the next step is an attack on Iran. This would probably bring China and Russia and Turkey into the conflict. But if God wants to usher in the apocalypse, then who’s going to stop Him? I have this eerie feeling that history has already been written and that the human race is just a bunch of pawns in a larger spiritual battle.

I called my mother using Facebook Messenger.

I said, “My fucking vacuum cleaner is on its last legs.”

“What happened?”

“The hose fell out.”

She took a sip of Coke and shoved some meat into her mouth. “Can’t you simply put it back in?”

I nodded. “I did. But I’ll probably have to purchase some duct tape to do the job correctly.”

She smiled at me warmly. “Thank the Lord for duct tape. It’s the stuff of miracles.”

“First my glasses. And now this.”

“Don’t get your panties in a bunch. Things break all the time.”

I sighed heavily. “I know, but I’m just a little down today. I don’t get my new specs until next week, so I’m forced to view the world through scratched lenses. And it’s driving me right up the wall. Plus my vision is for the birds. I’m at a minus six, and if I drop down to a minus ten, Korea will consider me legally blind. I won’t be allowed to drive at night.”

“Big fucking deal. You don’t even own a car.”

I shrugged my shoulders. “True. Very true. However, it would wonderful to have a set of peepers that functions properly.”

I caught the bus and made it to school by 7:30 a.m. My day at work went well. I’m still reading The Bells with my high schoolers.

I said, “Isn’t this a fabulous poem?”

One of the boys sneered at me. “I hate Poe. He’s such a filthy dog. What kind of a man marries his thirteen-year-old cousin?”

“Well, you are judging his actions through a 21st-century lens.”

“Don’t give me that crap. I’m not afraid to call a spade a spade. He was a drunken incestuous pig who liked to fiddle with little girls.”

“That might be true. But he was still a great poet.”

I got home later that evening at 6 p.m. I ate a quick dinner and went to my room to watch porno. I enjoyed a couple of films featuring a naughty woman named Crystal Breeze. I really had a good time.

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