9 Weddings and a Funeral.

I wish I was trying to be funny. The title sort of suggested itself based on the movie with a similar name, that is actually a rom-com starring Hugh Grant. Honestly, I realize there is a tradition of “weddings” in the military and funerals are sometimes confused. People eat rice or rice cakes, sometimes the rice is sticky and so on. I don’t quite know what it all means, once again because of my deliberate, retard level education of basic things. When I speak, I say what I mean and I don’t have the ability to notice what my hands are doing. Now that I have realized that I try to, but its impossible given the lack of training and the lack of available brain processing ability. Your life is an absurd, retarded comedy a thought felt the urge to say earlier today. Hey you know, it could be worse, I didn’t say in response, although I should have.

At least I have the freedom to type whatever they make me type. Think about it. I posted 6 different things by myself with Google for search on a labor day weekend Saturday. What did I type? I don’t remember. That’s the beauty of this absurd, comedy: I forget things every hour and a complete forgetting every two days. What did I do on Friday? Damned if I remember. Everyday is fresh. I ate rice today but I won’t remember it 2 days from now. Hell, I won’t remember it tomorrow. I pinch my nose shut a lot and I’ve been told that has to do with my farts that happen upon waking up. I just pinched my nose shut so whoever just entered will exit with a fart tomorrow morning. Sometimes the farts are loud and long, other times they are short and sweet. Yesterday I inserted a suppository and then had 15 different farts, that were all in the way of my becoming regular. And they have so filled my anal opening with blood that it was tighter than a clenched fist. Right fist or left fist? Couldn’t tell you. Was the fist raised as in “workers of the world unite” or was it raised in “capitalists of the world unite?” It wasn’t raised, it was more pugile than reprobrate. I don’t even realize what I type but I’ve stopped caring.

Did I mean puerile or pugile? Pugilism has its benefits in movies I suppose. So does handsomeness.

Anyway, I didn’t particularly want to write about why Americans bombed an Iranian wedding. Yet the articles have appeared way too many times on my feed. So a quick Google Search or Brave Search and a quick scan of a Nation article suggested that since 2001 - 2013, America bombed 8 different weddings at a minimum. The non-reported or classified ones were not included.
https://www.thenation.com/article/archive/us-has-bombed-least-eight-wedding-parties-2001/

We bombed another one in Neshtak a few days ago. Neither Trump nor Hegseth have said anything. Vance said something to the effect of: it’s not a war, things happen etc, etc, etc.
And America really seems to have something against fishermen.