Murder Is Murder.

It doesn't matter the age, murder is murder. When one takes away the life of another one for no justifiable reason, that is murder. When one kills another life simply because they cannot take the responsibility to appreciate that life, that is murder. That is abortion.

The act of abortion is clearly that, murder. From the point the sperm and the egg meet, you have one bonafide human baby. That one cell has every strand of dioxyribonuclaic acid (DNA) that he needs to become who he will be. He is a human. He has every right to life as any other human.

To claim that someone is not a human before birth is dead wrong. Fetuses are human. They are babies. And to prove this, there are people out there who have memories of being inside the womb. How does birth define one being a human? Birth is simply the movement of the child from the mother to the outside world. It isn't the creation of a baby, that is conception. At conception you have a human life with every right protecting them. Killing an unborn is as bad as slaughtering the elderly, or worse. At least the elderly had a chance at life.

It isn't a "woman's right to privacy" issue either. No woman, no matter her religion, has the right to kill an unborn child. Abortion is murder and there is no denying it. Murder cannot be justified in most cases. Most abortions occur because the parents were irresponsible. Then they further their irresponsibility by trying to destroy the problem they brought upon themselves. All abortion is is a cruel escape from the stupid mistakes two people made. An abortion occurs when the parents are too irresponsible, too lazy to take care of the child they created. It isn't the baby's fault that the parent's screwed up, why deny him life?

Why would one go through an abortion anyways? There are adoption agencies that will take the child. There are other options. There are few legitimet reasons for an abortion. If the birth of the child may cause the death of the mother, then abortion maybe the only option. But when abortion is not the only option, it is vile contemptable murder.

Abortion is a cruel practise that must be stopped.

In other news, more Bush-bashing.

Why is Osama bin Laden still free? This question I ask myself whenever I am reminded of Sept. 11. Al-Quaeda is still at large, its leader still plotting against us, and yet, here we are, attacking Iraq who was no threat to us. We have done nothing against terrorism since 9-11. Absolutely nothing. Al-Quaeda is still free. Knowing that Saddam is gone doesn't make me feel any safer. In fact, it makes me feel worse. Now that we have made a new boiling pot of American-killers, there is more to worry about. George Bush did the stupidest thing enterining Iraq. I say we impeach the idiot and go back to Afghanistan where we belonged and go back to taking out our main threat, Al-Quaeda.

As we dismantle Al-Quaeda, our next step should be to convince the Middle East to respect us and not be so hateful. This is something that cannot be done with bombs and guns but with words and deeds. In order to combat terrorism, we must find a way to gain the respect of the Middle Eastern nations. How? I have no idea. I'm not a politician. But it must be done or there will always be terrorism.

"Never underestimate the schwartz!" -Yohgurt Spaceballs

J Kuhl Signing Off

Chuck Norris Photochopped!

I found a picture of a guy smoking a humongus pipe at allfunnypictures.com and I thought it would make a good Chuck Norris joke. Of course, if he catches me, he may roundhouse kick me to death.

"Chuck Norris was going to spend a relaxing day watching television when one of those commercials for Trix cereal came on. Angered by what he saw, Chuck Norris spent the rest of his, what was supposed to be a relaxing day, punching every child he came across. He would then shout at them, 'Trix are for Chuck Norris.'" -Random Chuck Norris Fact

J Kuhl Signing Off

Is Anything American

I walked into Dunkin Donuts the other day, desiring a coffee and a chocolate covered boston creme donut. The kid behind the counter was Mexican, probably an immigrant, but then, I probably shouldn't assume that. That would be discriminatory after all. I told him what I wanted. So he went off to get my drink.

About an hour later I got it. And it was an iced tea. Then he gave me a blueberry muffin. I told him his error, he apologized and then got be an eclair and a hot chocolate. Fed up, I went to a table and sat down.

Dunkin Donuts never has any bright people working for them ever.

Anyways, I was about to eat my eclair when I noticed a small fabric tag attached to the end. It said: "Made In China." I blinked. "Made In China." Worried about Avian Bird Flu, I ate it anyways. I drank my hot chocolate. At the bottom of my hot chocolate was yet another fabric tag. "Made In China"

"What the hell?" I thought. Then I noticed something about the Mexican kid at the counter. Behind his ear, a small tag was attached. "Made In China." Now I was confused. This kid was Mexican. Dark skin, heavy eyebrows, small Pedro mustache and dark hair. Yet there was that tag attached to his ear. "Made In China."

Slightly confused I went home that day. I was getting ready for my CAP meeting. I was attaching my pins. There, engraved on the back of these Civil Air Patrol (The auxiliary of the United States Air Force) were the words "Made In China." This upset me. Why are the Chinese making our military pins? Are they making our flags too? Our guns? Or worse, our fighter jets, tanks or battleships? Where will this end? When will I find something in America made in America? I looked around the room. My mp3 player, my CD player, my favorite tee-shirt, my bean bag chair, my lamp, my St-Dominic Regional High School Raffle Calender . . . Is anything in America American? I was confused. I scratched my ears in confusion and felt a tag. I didn't have to read it to know that it said:

"Made In China"

J Kuhl Signing Off

The Year to End All Years

This is it. This is the big one. The final stop. The year I have been waiting for for twelve years. Many fond (and many crappy) memories go way back in time. And this year, year 2006, is the final conclusion of It All. This is the year I graduate. In five monthes and twenty-three days the last four years of High School and the previous eight years of St. Athenasius/St. Johns will be done. Yet strangely, I don't feel anything yet. Not scared, sad, nervous, happy, but maybe relieved. Now that it is finaly coming to its conclusion.

I still have those memories to go by though.

Mike and I were in Kyle's truck. Kyle was driving. The radio was on. Mike found a pair of maraccas. The Eagles' Hotel California came on. Mike started wailing to the music. Kyle was laughing so hard he could hardly laugh straight . . .

I stood nervous, behind the curtain waiting for my cue to enter, my staff gripped in my hand like a security blanket. Finaly, she came on and said her line. I immediately followed. "A servant is not just a dog to a prince!" . . .

Jared stood tall in the snow bank at recess. I was a seventh grader. Jared dared us all to try to push him into the snow. I charged and was whitewashed as a result. Jared again dared us to try . . .

Third grade. My teacher had us all do a project on space vehicles. We were tasked to build one and present them in class. The day came. I remember Mrs. Kellogg, our teacher, dropping marbles in sand to explain crators. I asked her when were we going to do the space vehicles. She told me I missed them, I should have been paying attention. She nor I knew I had epilepsy . . .

English class. Mr. Gilpatrick. He took off Kerrie's show. Walked up to me, shoved it on my foot and said "Ah! Cinderella! Your shoe!" . . .

Mike paying %100 tip for a small pizza . . .

Ms. Ducey threatening Joe with death . . .

Ryan acting like a retard . . .

Travis and I thinking about how to best blow up Bin Laden . . .

Getting a date for prom, she cancels, and then going anyways . . .

Dancing anyways . . .

Jared as the Unknown Comic . . .

George Bush being elected . . . what a disaster . . .

Piper giving out detentions for unjust reasons . . .

School . . . CAP . . . Boy Scouts . . . Winter Survival . . . College searches . . . SATs . . . APs . . . Drama . . . The Gong Show . . . Religion, Religion, Religion . .. Friends . . . Enemies . . . And Everything Else. . .

And thats just the surface . . .

Anyways, Ms. Pontbriand in the end was right. The four years went by in a blur. Oh well. Alls well, ends well as they say.

5 Months 22 Days.

"Mmmm...Forbidden donut" -Homer

J Kuhl Signing Off