So weird not to be angry about things
Imagine you are sleeping in your cosy hdb 4-room apartment. outside along the corridor hangs your laundry. down the shorter end of this corridor is the lift lobby. the lifts, after the recent upgrading by the government, stops at every level.
it's about 4:38am. you wake up with a start because there was a loud explosion that sounded like its from next door. heck. it is from the next door. your neighbours, a family of five including 3 children ranging from 3 to 8 probably heard the last explosion of their lives.
so who the hell allowed the US government to fire "precision missiles" into a village in southern Somalia? it's like a misnomer; precision missiles but killed 3 women and 3 children, injuring another 20. what killed them is an oxymoron called "military intelligence", US of A style.
it's about 4:38am. you wake up with a start because there was a loud explosion that sounded like its from next door. heck. it is from the next door. your neighbours, a family of five including 3 children ranging from 3 to 8 probably heard the last explosion of their lives.
so who the hell allowed the US government to fire "precision missiles" into a village in southern Somalia? it's like a misnomer; precision missiles but killed 3 women and 3 children, injuring another 20. what killed them is an oxymoron called "military intelligence", US of A style.
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