Today we go to a funeral. Cherie's great Aunt.
There won't be much of a post today. I was asked not to publish what I wrote in my journal. Freedom of speech is not allowed in some quarters, neither is honesty. So I will put pictures my son in Iraq has been sending me. By the way, the Muslim got rid of the coke whore, or at least I think so. There is someone living in his broken down van in the parking lot. He no longer has much to say to me which works out well.