It would be great fun to create a clone of myself. He'd run around the house, doing dishes, the laundry, cleaning stuff and cooking me food. And when he misbehaves, I can harvest an organ from him to help some poor shmuck who lost a kidney or needs a liver. But there would be a problem:
He'd probably escape to down town and pick up some hot chicks while I'm stuck at home. While he's having a grand old time being smooth and getting a few phone numbers, I'll be at home updating this blog. But I suppose if he did, I could kill him. And his girlfriend wouldn't know the difference, so I could easily step in.
Actually that sounds like a plan. I think I'm going to go do that . . .
But no. Cloning is one of those disturbing things people are striving to achieve. I don't know if I'd want a few dozen of me running around. It would be utter mass confusion (the more I talk, the more I like cloning, mass confusion, sounds like fun!) What if my clone gets arrested? The police lock him up. The next day, they find me and lock me up. Then they find another, and lock him up. And he argues it was me and I argue it was the first clone who argues that it was the other clone. What then? Do we all get the death penalty? Do we all go free? Can we prove which of us it really was? Cloning leads to confused situations.
And what of the clone himself? Is he human or can we harvest his organs? Will he have the same exact mind as his original? What will his impact be on society? Can a human be developed successfully in a Brave New World? Being bred in a factory leads to the destruction of family life, life which is being proven to be so vital for the psychological and physical welfare of the child. Cloning conjures up frightening images of "people factories." I can imagine some mad man running about creating an army of clones. Imagine Iranian president Mahmoud Ahmedinejad with nukes and an army of clones. Not even America would stop him. Would Ahmedinejad's clones have rights? Well, if they are human, they do deserve rights. But are they? Aren't they just a photocopy of some poor soul who was suckered into a laboratory? They're experiments! We can mess with them and then throw them into the trash like an unborn fetus! And then imagine, the year 3065 when the clones demand civil rights and revolt against governments. What a catastrophe we will have put ourselves in then!
There is something inherently immoral with the cloning process. It is a matter that should never be brought about.
In other news, this Ahmedinejad is really creepy. Says he wants to destroy Israel and "believes that the Islamic revolution's raison d'etre is to prepare the way for messianic redemption, which in his eschatology is preceded by worldwide upheaval and chaos. How better to light the fuse for eternal bliss than with a nuclear flame? Depending on your own beliefs Ahmedinejad is either mystical or deranged." -Time magasine, April 3,2006.
Ahmedinejad's looking for nukes. And in my opinion, he is both mystical and deranged and a man who is both isn't afraid of suicidal moves such as a nuclear attack. The way the world is now World War 3 would start in the Middle East. Ahmedinejad's just the personality who'd start it. Let me name someone else who was mystical and deranged.
Adolph Hitler.
So why are we so worried about Iraq and Saddam? This guy is scarier. But I still say, better leave him alone and hope he does nothing foolish rather than provoke him in an invasion.
Oscar Madison: Where are you going?
Felix Ungar: To the john.
Oscar Madison: Alone?
Felix Ungar: I always go alone. Why?
Oscar Madison: No reason. You going to be in there long?
Felix Ungar: As long as it takes. -The Odd Couple
J Kuhl Signing Off
Monday, April 03, 2006
Tuesday, March 28, 2006
Apotheosis
When I go to church, I sort of lean back and daydream a bit. I wonder in my head, how I would rule the world if I were God. One day, I may take up that position, and if I do, this is a microcosm of what I would do:
What a wonderful world it would be. I can't wait to be God!
In other news, does civilization even need a God?
Every civilization, since the Sumerians cultivated Mesopotamia some 4000 years ago, had a god or many gods. The concept of God explained scientific phenomena such as the origin of life. God also imposed a strict moral code that mankind adhered to to avoid the wrath and damnation of God. Yet now, 6000 years later, we no longer need God to explain our physical universe. Since the start of the 20th century, the universe has revealed itself at such a fascinating speed. The scientific community now has a great understanding of the movement of atoms and the origins of the universe. Not all is yet uncovered but enough has been learned that we can know explain our universe without a deity. God doesn't make for a good scientific explaination of our world anyways. "Why does the sun go around the earth?" "Because God says so." That answer tells us the responder is either too lazy to find the truth or cannot reach the truth within his own means.
And do we need God for a moral law? No. Unquestioning devotion to an unpercievable being for the ultimate self-interest (or unwavering faith in God for Heaven) is to be brainwashed. Makes us into moral zombies and hypocrites. With God, I am only nice to you so I can go to heaven. I truly don't give a crap about you, but Hell isn't my prefered cup of tea. And do we truly know why we are being moral? Probably not. Morality doesn't need God; morality stems from the heart of man. A man does something nice for another simply for the do-good buzz feeling. Someone like Mother Theresa is a better moral code as they follow their morals out of their heart than their greed.
Then what do we need God for? What ties everything together? What keeps everything in such a perfect pulse? If there is indeed a god, then he would be the glue that holds all things together. He would be the typical, mushy ideas of hope and love and that stuff. God would be the burst of light in a rainstorm or a sunset sinking beyond forested mountains. God would be the aesthetic values of the world. But the problem is still, is there a god? My mind just blanked.
"People pay more attention to you when they think you're up to something" -Calvin Calvin and Hobbes by Bill Watterson
J Kuhl Signing Off
- Humans would be made without an execratory system. All waste would be annihilated by a sac of antimatter in our small intestine. No more annoying urges. The only downside would be spontaneous combustion, which would be entertainment for me, and therefore not a downside at all.
- There would be peace on the world. All would be in harmony and justice. Then, getting bored, I'd ruin it; I'd set up George Bush as the Supreme Dictator for Life of the World. Then I'd watch the sparks fly. Talk about quality entertainment.
- Shrimp, being considered to be holy, would be blasphemous to eat. Same goes for asperagus, onions, beets, cabbage, liver, saurkraut, mayonese, coconut, sweet pickles, celery, sushi, crab, oysters, and chocolate (the chocolate is reserved for me and me only)
- Singers would be required to have a liscence, distributed by me, and Britney Spears and all of N'Sync would be denied. Anyone caught singing without a liscence is condemned to Hell.
- Advocates for the politically correct and George Bush would lose their voices for eternity.
- Extremists of all faiths would be allowed to preach throughout the world with protection and freedom, but every word they speak would be greeted with ridicule.
- There would be about 100x more christmas songs, so come December, we don't hear the same dumb song every hour.
- Those born without arms or legs could manipulate stuff with the force and be ubergeniuses.
- The Honda Element and the PT Cruisers would be considered the Carriages of Satan and all models would be destroyed (and any owners who don't willingly give them up)
- Any day that ends with the letter Y is considered the Sabbath and I don't have to work on those days. (everyone else does)
- Last but not least, the golden rule: I do what I want!
What a wonderful world it would be. I can't wait to be God!
In other news, does civilization even need a God?
Every civilization, since the Sumerians cultivated Mesopotamia some 4000 years ago, had a god or many gods. The concept of God explained scientific phenomena such as the origin of life. God also imposed a strict moral code that mankind adhered to to avoid the wrath and damnation of God. Yet now, 6000 years later, we no longer need God to explain our physical universe. Since the start of the 20th century, the universe has revealed itself at such a fascinating speed. The scientific community now has a great understanding of the movement of atoms and the origins of the universe. Not all is yet uncovered but enough has been learned that we can know explain our universe without a deity. God doesn't make for a good scientific explaination of our world anyways. "Why does the sun go around the earth?" "Because God says so." That answer tells us the responder is either too lazy to find the truth or cannot reach the truth within his own means.
And do we need God for a moral law? No. Unquestioning devotion to an unpercievable being for the ultimate self-interest (or unwavering faith in God for Heaven) is to be brainwashed. Makes us into moral zombies and hypocrites. With God, I am only nice to you so I can go to heaven. I truly don't give a crap about you, but Hell isn't my prefered cup of tea. And do we truly know why we are being moral? Probably not. Morality doesn't need God; morality stems from the heart of man. A man does something nice for another simply for the do-good buzz feeling. Someone like Mother Theresa is a better moral code as they follow their morals out of their heart than their greed.
Then what do we need God for? What ties everything together? What keeps everything in such a perfect pulse? If there is indeed a god, then he would be the glue that holds all things together. He would be the typical, mushy ideas of hope and love and that stuff. God would be the burst of light in a rainstorm or a sunset sinking beyond forested mountains. God would be the aesthetic values of the world. But the problem is still, is there a god? My mind just blanked.
"People pay more attention to you when they think you're up to something" -Calvin Calvin and Hobbes by Bill Watterson
J Kuhl Signing Off
Monday, March 20, 2006
Statistics = A Lie
People often rely on numbers to form an opinion and all to often they take these numbers to be truth. Yet, they, in the end, are often merely lying to themselves, especially when they use numbers to defend/condemn a risk they face or fear. The following was my responce to K.C. Cole's essay, Calculated Risks. It's a commonplace entry for my english class:
Statistics are a dangerous weapon when placed in the wrong hands. Numbers can be finagled so easily and legally to make any naive or gullible soul believe them. The evidence is altered or cut apart to appease a certain point of view. Assessing risked with statistics is equally dangerous and misleading. People often assess risk and manipulate the data to hear what they want to hear. They go wild over dangerous, obvious risks that they uncover, and ignore subtle and tiresome risks because they fear to change their world to protect themselves from the smaller, more common risks. They would rather be upset over the chemicals companies add to food, than be concerned with the huge amounts of fat they devour while plopped in front of a TV that’s been on for far too long. Why? Because they fear, more than anything in the world, change. So they don’t want to face the potato chips they gobble down or the cigarette smoke they inhale but they’d rather blame their problems on forces beyond their control. When one goes to Alcoholics Anonymous, he states, “hello, I am ____, and I am an alcoholic.” He admits to a weakness. People don’t like to do that. It makes them feel weak. Weakness is evil, it brings shame and pain. People hate pain. They go at great lengths of avoiding it and hiding it, so they manipulate the numbers, magnify unimportant risk assessments and ignore the truly significant factors in their lives. People must wake up, admit they have a problem and then do something about it. Otherwise they will always have the same problem to deal with; it will never be fixed.
In other news, Fred Phelps is sending a gang of monkeys up here to Norway Maine, about 45 miles away from my home, to celebrate the death of Sgt. Corey Dan, the tenth Maine soldier killed in Iraq, he died (IED I think) about a week ago. This action angered me.
But then I read about the life of the Pastor Fred Phelps at Wikipedia.com. Its a sad story actually. The man is violent. He is an advocate of child/wife abuse, citing the Bible as his main evidence for his abuse. He threatens anyone who crosses him with lawsuits, Hell, sometimes even death. He's defamatory, sinister and has a mean streak a mile wide. His hate is unbelieveable.
But I am clearly convinced now, after reading his biography, that Fred is simply a poor, insane, deluded man. Fred was alcoholic, abused drugs (barbituates, amphetamines), throws fits about twice a day, and has a temper worse than my own. If you read the article, you will see, the man is clearly out of his mind.
So we shouldn't be too concerned with him, nor too upset with him. He's a loudmouth to be sure, but a mouth that we should simply ignore. I listened to one of his sermons.Ten minutes of it anyways. The whole thing was him simply loudmouthing about how great his opinions are. Thats all it was. "Gays are fags and those who disagree are fags" was the general idea. Let him rant and rave for as long as he wants.
There is only one thing we should do about this church before we can ignore it completely. Put limits on funeral protests. A freedom cannot infringe on another freedom. The freedom of speech cannot infring on the freedom to grieve. Funerals are solemn ceremonies, not public forums. Keep the protesters away from funerals. Let them protest elsewhere.
But their message can be ignored.
"Boy, you just have too much energy today! Get down and give me twenty!" -Ms. Ducey, Friday's English class.
J Kuhl Signing Off
Statistics are a dangerous weapon when placed in the wrong hands. Numbers can be finagled so easily and legally to make any naive or gullible soul believe them. The evidence is altered or cut apart to appease a certain point of view. Assessing risked with statistics is equally dangerous and misleading. People often assess risk and manipulate the data to hear what they want to hear. They go wild over dangerous, obvious risks that they uncover, and ignore subtle and tiresome risks because they fear to change their world to protect themselves from the smaller, more common risks. They would rather be upset over the chemicals companies add to food, than be concerned with the huge amounts of fat they devour while plopped in front of a TV that’s been on for far too long. Why? Because they fear, more than anything in the world, change. So they don’t want to face the potato chips they gobble down or the cigarette smoke they inhale but they’d rather blame their problems on forces beyond their control. When one goes to Alcoholics Anonymous, he states, “hello, I am ____, and I am an alcoholic.” He admits to a weakness. People don’t like to do that. It makes them feel weak. Weakness is evil, it brings shame and pain. People hate pain. They go at great lengths of avoiding it and hiding it, so they manipulate the numbers, magnify unimportant risk assessments and ignore the truly significant factors in their lives. People must wake up, admit they have a problem and then do something about it. Otherwise they will always have the same problem to deal with; it will never be fixed.
In other news, Fred Phelps is sending a gang of monkeys up here to Norway Maine, about 45 miles away from my home, to celebrate the death of Sgt. Corey Dan, the tenth Maine soldier killed in Iraq, he died (IED I think) about a week ago. This action angered me.
But then I read about the life of the Pastor Fred Phelps at Wikipedia.com. Its a sad story actually. The man is violent. He is an advocate of child/wife abuse, citing the Bible as his main evidence for his abuse. He threatens anyone who crosses him with lawsuits, Hell, sometimes even death. He's defamatory, sinister and has a mean streak a mile wide. His hate is unbelieveable.
But I am clearly convinced now, after reading his biography, that Fred is simply a poor, insane, deluded man. Fred was alcoholic, abused drugs (barbituates, amphetamines), throws fits about twice a day, and has a temper worse than my own. If you read the article, you will see, the man is clearly out of his mind.
So we shouldn't be too concerned with him, nor too upset with him. He's a loudmouth to be sure, but a mouth that we should simply ignore. I listened to one of his sermons.Ten minutes of it anyways. The whole thing was him simply loudmouthing about how great his opinions are. Thats all it was. "Gays are fags and those who disagree are fags" was the general idea. Let him rant and rave for as long as he wants.
There is only one thing we should do about this church before we can ignore it completely. Put limits on funeral protests. A freedom cannot infringe on another freedom. The freedom of speech cannot infring on the freedom to grieve. Funerals are solemn ceremonies, not public forums. Keep the protesters away from funerals. Let them protest elsewhere.
But their message can be ignored.
"Boy, you just have too much energy today! Get down and give me twenty!" -Ms. Ducey, Friday's English class.
J Kuhl Signing Off
Thursday, March 16, 2006
A Fair Warning
Everyday I get up, its the same thing, as if I've been following the same script, the same stage directions. I get up, go to school, curse my physics teacher, come home, eat dinner, go to sleep and get up and go to school the next day. Over and over again. The key reason why I can't wait to graduate is to break this tiresome cycle.
Life works in cycles but it doesn't mean we humans have to get trapped in one. Rather, we should avoid a tiresome repetitive life and try to live each day differently. Do something new. Unfortunately, it isn't that easy. Jobs, school, these often suck us into an unavoidable cycle. So how do we quit then?
I don't know. My only advice would be don't take those jobs. But those jobs must be taken. I don't plan to take a job that sticks me into a routine.
Trust me, routines are bad for your health. It makes a drudgery of a life. It's exhaustive and boring. Routines are like cigarrettes, they so easily ensnare our lives. Stand up for yourselves! Beware of the routine!
"Oh thats how its going to be! Running away eh? Come back here and take what's comming to you, you yellow bastards! I'll bite your legs off!" -The Black Knight Monty Python
J Kuhl Signing Off
Life works in cycles but it doesn't mean we humans have to get trapped in one. Rather, we should avoid a tiresome repetitive life and try to live each day differently. Do something new. Unfortunately, it isn't that easy. Jobs, school, these often suck us into an unavoidable cycle. So how do we quit then?
I don't know. My only advice would be don't take those jobs. But those jobs must be taken. I don't plan to take a job that sticks me into a routine.
Trust me, routines are bad for your health. It makes a drudgery of a life. It's exhaustive and boring. Routines are like cigarrettes, they so easily ensnare our lives. Stand up for yourselves! Beware of the routine!
"Oh thats how its going to be! Running away eh? Come back here and take what's comming to you, you yellow bastards! I'll bite your legs off!" -The Black Knight Monty Python
J Kuhl Signing Off
Friday, March 03, 2006
A New Direction
This blog is going in a new direction. As of old, it was partly a dairy. I quit that. This is now my sounding board. I give my thoughts on current events and such here. No more diary stuff.
And speaking of new directions, New Orleans celebrated Mardi Gras this week. Some critics are upset and believe that the money could be better spent on repairing the town. Point, but the moral in that city lately has, of course, been really low. And besides, Mardi Gras helps repair the city in and of itself. It allows people to go out and forget for a few hours, their problems and have fun and party. It relieves them of their worries and it brings them energy. Secondly, Mardi Gras brings in much needed money from tourism and helps stimulate the economy. So I'm glad they celebrated Mardi Gras this year and didn't skip it. I hope for the best for the people of New Orlean.
"How do you make chocolate? You take dark chocolate, you mix it with white milk, and it becomes a delicious drink." Mayor Ray Nagin
J Kuhl Signing Off
And speaking of new directions, New Orleans celebrated Mardi Gras this week. Some critics are upset and believe that the money could be better spent on repairing the town. Point, but the moral in that city lately has, of course, been really low. And besides, Mardi Gras helps repair the city in and of itself. It allows people to go out and forget for a few hours, their problems and have fun and party. It relieves them of their worries and it brings them energy. Secondly, Mardi Gras brings in much needed money from tourism and helps stimulate the economy. So I'm glad they celebrated Mardi Gras this year and didn't skip it. I hope for the best for the people of New Orlean.
"How do you make chocolate? You take dark chocolate, you mix it with white milk, and it becomes a delicious drink." Mayor Ray Nagin
J Kuhl Signing Off
Monday, February 27, 2006
Extremist Baptists Are Idiots
The other day I was searching for a picture of God on Google.com. I didn't find anything that I could use but I did find this: godhatesfags.com, a site advocating the condemnation of homosexuals. Unfortunately, I was unsurprised to learn it was run by an intolerant baptist church. The baptist extreme right has always been an intolerable group, claiming to be messengers of God and only spreading evil. Isaiah and Jeremiah warn us of false prophets, and these extremists are just that, false. They are not sent by God.
Who are they to judge others? Where do they get the arrogance that leads them to believe that they can condemn? And where do they get the belief that God hates homoesexuals? The Westboro Baptist Church (WBC) believes that their obligation in life is to condemn them, rather than help them, as if their homosexuality is their fault. You will find them picketing around solemn funerals. They are truly a hateful bunch.
One of the kids, "Bob," in my religion class opened up about three months ago. One of his fellow students asked him if homosexuality was a choice. Bob replied no. And how could it be? No one wants to be an outcast. Bob said that he hid from it, hoping for a normal attracting with a girl than a boy. But it never came. His sexual oreintation is not his fault. How can a kind and loving God punish someone for a condition that is not their fault? It isn't their choice. I'm pretty sure homosexuality is as much of a choice as heterosexuality, and given the choice, almost all the homosexuals would take heterosexuality, but again, it isn't their choice.
The Old Testement would not understand this, being written by primitive civilizations, long before the New Testement. They would view homosexuality as being a demon or a sin because they could not understand it. The Old Testement also advocates wife beating and slavery. So I suppose if we take the Old Testement as still being up-to-date, then we should reinstate slavery and beat our wives.
Jesus came with the New Testement, if you are a christain (and I believe Baptists are) and a new message. He brought us truth. He said "Love thy neighbor as you love thyself." Clearly, he did not tell us to hate people, especially the sinners. He hung out with the sinners! He helped them! He loved them! He never, ever condemned the sinners! So if the homosexuals are sinners, as WBC clearly believes, then Jesus would do his best to love them!
Also, there is the scene in the Bible where a bunch of Jews are about to stone a woman for adultury. Jesus enters the scene and says to them all, "Let he who is without sin throw the first stone." Are any of you, WBC, absolutely sinless? No none of you are. Your hatred is sin. Jesus, AKA God, commanded us to love our neighbors. He commands us to love our enemys, sinners, outcasts, ill, everyone. Jesus never said "Oh, condemn the fags who will burn in Hell."
Anyone who pickets at a funeral is sick. The WBC believes that God is killing American soldiers because our military supports homosexuality. They believe that this soldier is inherently evil for fighting for the US and is therefore in hell. I don't care who died, picketing at funerals is tasteless. It is insensitive to the grieving family, who just lost a loved one. "People have a right to demonstrate, but they don't have a right to infringe on the rights of a family trying to mourn the loss of a loved one. That too is a fundamental right." Rep. Dan Severson stated as Minnisota passed limits on funeral protests, a good move in my opinion. How incredibly cruel is that, to picket at a funeral. I'm sure their own family would be enraged if I picketed the funeral of a baptist, holding a sign that says "God Hates Baptists!" The governer said it best in one word, appalling.
Listen to what happened at another funeral:
'As Ostlund turned away to enter Zion Lutheran Church, Shirley Phelps-Roper taunted her: "Adulterer! You can't admit you sent your own child to hell! If she does not heed this warning, she will look up from hell with him."'source. How incredibly dispicable. I am seething with rage right now. How dare anyone display such blatant disrespect and cruelty to a bereaving mother. How truely hateful. If there was a Patroit Guard Rider (a group that fights funeral picketing) chapter nearby, I'd join up.
If anyone is going to condemn anyone, God will, as God is the only one who has the right. No one knows who God hates. No one can say for God who God hates. To write a memorial to a dead woman and celebrate the alleged "fact" that she is burning in hell is downright cruel too. Every human has dignity (Pope John Paul II) and this is the most undignified act that anyone can make. Shame on anyone who acts like this. The WBC also insists on condemning US Soldier "fags" who are bringing evil to the Americans. The WBC actually supports the terrorist organizations fighting America and bombing our people. The WBC are unpatriotic traitors. They believe America will burn in Hell for our gay sins. They forget, American soldier's protected their right to protest and picket.
"God Himself Has Now Become America's Terrorist, Killing Americans in Strange Lands for "Brokeback Mountain Fag Sins." pdf source
God doesn't kill. God doesn't send terrorists, who subjugate women, and kill innocent civilians, to kill American soldiers. Bush's greed and the greed of the terrorists lead to these deaths. "Thank God for IED's" No, thank God for God's forgiveness. What is wrong with you people! GOD DOES NOT HATE! DID YOU READ THE NEW TESTEMENT YOU MORONS! "LOVE THY NEIGHBOR!" "LOVE THY NEIGHBOR!" ITS IN YOUR PRECIOUS BIBLE!
Intolerant morons like the WBC need to learn that their ignorant ways are evil and immoral. They need to learn that ignorance and intolerance only leads to further death and destruction. They need to learn that their message of hate ignores everything that Jesus Christ ever said. Being Christians, they should know this. They should know what they are doing is wrong and hateful, but they are too stupid and too blind in their hatred to see.
Thank God for other groups, such as the Patriot Guard Riders, who ride out to protect funerals from picketers. and thank God for Minnesota's new law. Thank God for those who fight these false prophets. May God forgive these mistaken people, because I'm not sure that I can.
I suppose homosexuality is the cause of Katrina too.
J Kuhl Signing Off
Who are they to judge others? Where do they get the arrogance that leads them to believe that they can condemn? And where do they get the belief that God hates homoesexuals? The Westboro Baptist Church (WBC) believes that their obligation in life is to condemn them, rather than help them, as if their homosexuality is their fault. You will find them picketing around solemn funerals. They are truly a hateful bunch.
One of the kids, "Bob," in my religion class opened up about three months ago. One of his fellow students asked him if homosexuality was a choice. Bob replied no. And how could it be? No one wants to be an outcast. Bob said that he hid from it, hoping for a normal attracting with a girl than a boy. But it never came. His sexual oreintation is not his fault. How can a kind and loving God punish someone for a condition that is not their fault? It isn't their choice. I'm pretty sure homosexuality is as much of a choice as heterosexuality, and given the choice, almost all the homosexuals would take heterosexuality, but again, it isn't their choice.
The Old Testement would not understand this, being written by primitive civilizations, long before the New Testement. They would view homosexuality as being a demon or a sin because they could not understand it. The Old Testement also advocates wife beating and slavery. So I suppose if we take the Old Testement as still being up-to-date, then we should reinstate slavery and beat our wives.
Jesus came with the New Testement, if you are a christain (and I believe Baptists are) and a new message. He brought us truth. He said "Love thy neighbor as you love thyself." Clearly, he did not tell us to hate people, especially the sinners. He hung out with the sinners! He helped them! He loved them! He never, ever condemned the sinners! So if the homosexuals are sinners, as WBC clearly believes, then Jesus would do his best to love them!
Also, there is the scene in the Bible where a bunch of Jews are about to stone a woman for adultury. Jesus enters the scene and says to them all, "Let he who is without sin throw the first stone." Are any of you, WBC, absolutely sinless? No none of you are. Your hatred is sin. Jesus, AKA God, commanded us to love our neighbors. He commands us to love our enemys, sinners, outcasts, ill, everyone. Jesus never said "Oh, condemn the fags who will burn in Hell."
Anyone who pickets at a funeral is sick. The WBC believes that God is killing American soldiers because our military supports homosexuality. They believe that this soldier is inherently evil for fighting for the US and is therefore in hell. I don't care who died, picketing at funerals is tasteless. It is insensitive to the grieving family, who just lost a loved one. "People have a right to demonstrate, but they don't have a right to infringe on the rights of a family trying to mourn the loss of a loved one. That too is a fundamental right." Rep. Dan Severson stated as Minnisota passed limits on funeral protests, a good move in my opinion. How incredibly cruel is that, to picket at a funeral. I'm sure their own family would be enraged if I picketed the funeral of a baptist, holding a sign that says "God Hates Baptists!" The governer said it best in one word, appalling.
Listen to what happened at another funeral:
'As Ostlund turned away to enter Zion Lutheran Church, Shirley Phelps-Roper taunted her: "Adulterer! You can't admit you sent your own child to hell! If she does not heed this warning, she will look up from hell with him."'source. How incredibly dispicable. I am seething with rage right now. How dare anyone display such blatant disrespect and cruelty to a bereaving mother. How truely hateful. If there was a Patroit Guard Rider (a group that fights funeral picketing) chapter nearby, I'd join up.
If anyone is going to condemn anyone, God will, as God is the only one who has the right. No one knows who God hates. No one can say for God who God hates. To write a memorial to a dead woman and celebrate the alleged "fact" that she is burning in hell is downright cruel too. Every human has dignity (Pope John Paul II) and this is the most undignified act that anyone can make. Shame on anyone who acts like this. The WBC also insists on condemning US Soldier "fags" who are bringing evil to the Americans. The WBC actually supports the terrorist organizations fighting America and bombing our people. The WBC are unpatriotic traitors. They believe America will burn in Hell for our gay sins. They forget, American soldier's protected their right to protest and picket.
"God Himself Has Now Become America's Terrorist, Killing Americans in Strange Lands for "Brokeback Mountain Fag Sins." pdf source
God doesn't kill. God doesn't send terrorists, who subjugate women, and kill innocent civilians, to kill American soldiers. Bush's greed and the greed of the terrorists lead to these deaths. "Thank God for IED's" No, thank God for God's forgiveness. What is wrong with you people! GOD DOES NOT HATE! DID YOU READ THE NEW TESTEMENT YOU MORONS! "LOVE THY NEIGHBOR!" "LOVE THY NEIGHBOR!" ITS IN YOUR PRECIOUS BIBLE!
Intolerant morons like the WBC need to learn that their ignorant ways are evil and immoral. They need to learn that ignorance and intolerance only leads to further death and destruction. They need to learn that their message of hate ignores everything that Jesus Christ ever said. Being Christians, they should know this. They should know what they are doing is wrong and hateful, but they are too stupid and too blind in their hatred to see.
Thank God for other groups, such as the Patriot Guard Riders, who ride out to protect funerals from picketers. and thank God for Minnesota's new law. Thank God for those who fight these false prophets. May God forgive these mistaken people, because I'm not sure that I can.
I suppose homosexuality is the cause of Katrina too.
J Kuhl Signing Off
Wednesday, February 22, 2006
Curious George learns to drive!
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J Kuhl Signing Off
Saturday, February 18, 2006
Memory Lane
Mrs. Robi suggested the other day that my class writes about our memories of the last few years. I got to thinking and I found myself, as usual, in the Drama society.
The play at the time was Hello Dolly. The day's rehearsal was over. Benny and Kyle were carrying the soundboard to the stage to store it for the night. I was in the lead, clearing a path through the chairs. Then I have no idea what happened. I was flying. I was looking straight at the cieling as I flew. Slowly, ever so slowly, I moved through the air and landed on my back, like a beetle. Amazingly, it didn't hurt. But I've never been able to go near that soundboard again without some irrational fear.
Then the next day Josie, the co-directer came in and announced that she needed two husky men. So naturally, Nick Hixon and myself went out to help. We walked to her car and managed to pull the spotlight out. Nick and I pushed the spot to the door where it hit the threshhold and started leaning dangerously forward. We tried to pull it straight but somehow my foot got stuck. To lean it forward even more would free my foot but drop the spot. What a conundrum. Finaly, I managed to wiggle free and push the dumb thing into the building and roll it into position.
Another crisis averted by J Kuhl!
But then there are other memories too, unrelated to drama. Senior Retreat. 12:00 PM. I am in my bed, trying to sleep as the kids in the room next to mine are talking. Loudly. About sex. I was too disgusted to sleep, too tired to stay awake. The bloody hockey players wouldn't shut up. But after about an hour of their horrific conversation, I fell asleep. It seemed immediate. There came a loud knock on the door. It was 6:30 AM. Mr. Servidio was knocking on doors shouting "Good Morning! It's a beautiful rainy day! Time to get up!" I knew from that moment, it would be a long, long day.
Eventually, I woke up. The class then went to Mass, then we boarded the busses. I was planning to go to the Ninety-Nine with a bunch of friends once we got back. As the bus started off for Auburn, I was looking forward to this. Then the bus broke down at the first stop sign. While we were waiting, Jake flashed his chest. He's rather big, so it was funny, and yet disturbing. After about an hour ago, a mechanic showed up and the bus got moving at about 25 miles an hour for about two hours.
We finally made it back to the school. About 8 of us went to the Ninety-Nine. Mike was in heaven because they were playing old songs on the radio. It started to snow. We made our orders and we were joking around, waiting for our food. Mike's mother then showed up, very angry. She hates driving in any type of snow. She told him it was time to go. Mike argued that the food was still coming. She argued that it was snowing out their and Matt, Mike's brother, had an appointment. Mike protested. She aquiessed and left, rather angry. Mike wasn't in heaven anymore.
These are some small samples of my memories of the last four years. That is what the entire career has been, a mesh of stories strung together, woven with different characters and events. These are two random samples, but they are important to me. They show some of the strangeness of the situation. These are memories of a larger story, becoming more and more painfully significant as the end of this year rapidly comes to a close. I want to keep these memories, and all the other memories, to ensure that I never lose the experiances I've had.
Experiance is the world's greatest teacher after all. Do these memories have any special lesson to them? Perhaps. They give me some insight on how life works after all. I could take Mr. Servidio's cheerful attitude on a rainy day as a signal for keeping spirits up during dark times. His attitude also reveals how ironic, and maybe even cruel life can be. Every memory will teach me something though. Whether I consciously know it or not, I get something out of everything.
And in the past four years, I have gotten so many somethings out of these memories that now my life is so completely different than it was in 2002 that I wouldn't recognize myself four years ago.
"Captain and crew, Captain and crew, Take me, oh take me, To anywhere new." -Shell Silverstein, Falling Up, Needles and Pins
J Kuhl Signing Off
The play at the time was Hello Dolly. The day's rehearsal was over. Benny and Kyle were carrying the soundboard to the stage to store it for the night. I was in the lead, clearing a path through the chairs. Then I have no idea what happened. I was flying. I was looking straight at the cieling as I flew. Slowly, ever so slowly, I moved through the air and landed on my back, like a beetle. Amazingly, it didn't hurt. But I've never been able to go near that soundboard again without some irrational fear.
Then the next day Josie, the co-directer came in and announced that she needed two husky men. So naturally, Nick Hixon and myself went out to help. We walked to her car and managed to pull the spotlight out. Nick and I pushed the spot to the door where it hit the threshhold and started leaning dangerously forward. We tried to pull it straight but somehow my foot got stuck. To lean it forward even more would free my foot but drop the spot. What a conundrum. Finaly, I managed to wiggle free and push the dumb thing into the building and roll it into position.
Another crisis averted by J Kuhl!
But then there are other memories too, unrelated to drama. Senior Retreat. 12:00 PM. I am in my bed, trying to sleep as the kids in the room next to mine are talking. Loudly. About sex. I was too disgusted to sleep, too tired to stay awake. The bloody hockey players wouldn't shut up. But after about an hour of their horrific conversation, I fell asleep. It seemed immediate. There came a loud knock on the door. It was 6:30 AM. Mr. Servidio was knocking on doors shouting "Good Morning! It's a beautiful rainy day! Time to get up!" I knew from that moment, it would be a long, long day.
Eventually, I woke up. The class then went to Mass, then we boarded the busses. I was planning to go to the Ninety-Nine with a bunch of friends once we got back. As the bus started off for Auburn, I was looking forward to this. Then the bus broke down at the first stop sign. While we were waiting, Jake flashed his chest. He's rather big, so it was funny, and yet disturbing. After about an hour ago, a mechanic showed up and the bus got moving at about 25 miles an hour for about two hours.
We finally made it back to the school. About 8 of us went to the Ninety-Nine. Mike was in heaven because they were playing old songs on the radio. It started to snow. We made our orders and we were joking around, waiting for our food. Mike's mother then showed up, very angry. She hates driving in any type of snow. She told him it was time to go. Mike argued that the food was still coming. She argued that it was snowing out their and Matt, Mike's brother, had an appointment. Mike protested. She aquiessed and left, rather angry. Mike wasn't in heaven anymore.
These are some small samples of my memories of the last four years. That is what the entire career has been, a mesh of stories strung together, woven with different characters and events. These are two random samples, but they are important to me. They show some of the strangeness of the situation. These are memories of a larger story, becoming more and more painfully significant as the end of this year rapidly comes to a close. I want to keep these memories, and all the other memories, to ensure that I never lose the experiances I've had.
Experiance is the world's greatest teacher after all. Do these memories have any special lesson to them? Perhaps. They give me some insight on how life works after all. I could take Mr. Servidio's cheerful attitude on a rainy day as a signal for keeping spirits up during dark times. His attitude also reveals how ironic, and maybe even cruel life can be. Every memory will teach me something though. Whether I consciously know it or not, I get something out of everything.
And in the past four years, I have gotten so many somethings out of these memories that now my life is so completely different than it was in 2002 that I wouldn't recognize myself four years ago.
"Captain and crew, Captain and crew, Take me, oh take me, To anywhere new." -Shell Silverstein, Falling Up, Needles and Pins
J Kuhl Signing Off
Thursday, February 16, 2006
Musing
With the disturbingly quick approach of the End Of All Things (graduation), I came to wondering what the purpose was. An age old question I suppose, but that was my question. What is the purpose of evering thing that happened in the last four years?
Well, for starters, lets look at fundimentals. What is mankind's primary purpose for existance? Do we have a purpose? At first glance, one dispairs at the uselessness of life. We have 100 years on this planet and then we die. All comes to naught in the end. So life is worthless, isn't it? Why should I live a life of accomplishment, when in the end, it will mean nothing at all?
Many religions, such as Christianity, Islam, Judaism, and many others answer this with the concept of heaven. Buddhism and Hinduism addresses the problem with the idea of Nirvanah. And yet, there are those who believe in nothing after death. Essentially, our lives will have an effect in our after life. According to Hinduism and Buddhism, when one finally lives a good life, he will break out of his cycle of suffering and go to Nirvanah, for a while. Even in those religions, Nirvanah isn't eternal. According to the judaic-based religions, one either goes to Heaven or Hell according to their behavior.
But no one religion can define the purpose of life for all people. There are far to many and picking the correct religion is simply the luck of the draw. Who's to say what book is the correct book to read? The Bible, the Torah or the Qu'ran?
The answer is neither. Lets look at a few lives. Martin Luther King Jr. fought for his lifetime for civil rights. John Lennon may have been the most successful musician in all of history. Did they live purposeless lives? No. They did something with their lives, unconcerned with Heaven or Nirvanah. They and many other extraordinary people have done great things to better the Earth. Their purpose was to use their talents to better the Earth.
And so how do we, the ordinary people find a purpose? How do we tell if we are indeed extraordinary? We can't. I lied earlier. King and Lennon are not extraordinary. They are ordinary people who followed their dream and made an impact on the world.
The purpose of life therefore is to find your dream and do something to make the world a better place. You don't have to do anything ubergreat, simply make the lives around you brighter. Strive to bring happiness to all around you.
So what does this have to do with the last four years? In the last four years, I have seen and heard so many different things and finally I'm off that first step to find my own particular purpose.
Forget the other news.
"Was Richelieu African-American?" -Brian
J Kuhl Signing Off
Well, for starters, lets look at fundimentals. What is mankind's primary purpose for existance? Do we have a purpose? At first glance, one dispairs at the uselessness of life. We have 100 years on this planet and then we die. All comes to naught in the end. So life is worthless, isn't it? Why should I live a life of accomplishment, when in the end, it will mean nothing at all?
Many religions, such as Christianity, Islam, Judaism, and many others answer this with the concept of heaven. Buddhism and Hinduism addresses the problem with the idea of Nirvanah. And yet, there are those who believe in nothing after death. Essentially, our lives will have an effect in our after life. According to Hinduism and Buddhism, when one finally lives a good life, he will break out of his cycle of suffering and go to Nirvanah, for a while. Even in those religions, Nirvanah isn't eternal. According to the judaic-based religions, one either goes to Heaven or Hell according to their behavior.
But no one religion can define the purpose of life for all people. There are far to many and picking the correct religion is simply the luck of the draw. Who's to say what book is the correct book to read? The Bible, the Torah or the Qu'ran?
The answer is neither. Lets look at a few lives. Martin Luther King Jr. fought for his lifetime for civil rights. John Lennon may have been the most successful musician in all of history. Did they live purposeless lives? No. They did something with their lives, unconcerned with Heaven or Nirvanah. They and many other extraordinary people have done great things to better the Earth. Their purpose was to use their talents to better the Earth.
And so how do we, the ordinary people find a purpose? How do we tell if we are indeed extraordinary? We can't. I lied earlier. King and Lennon are not extraordinary. They are ordinary people who followed their dream and made an impact on the world.
The purpose of life therefore is to find your dream and do something to make the world a better place. You don't have to do anything ubergreat, simply make the lives around you brighter. Strive to bring happiness to all around you.
So what does this have to do with the last four years? In the last four years, I have seen and heard so many different things and finally I'm off that first step to find my own particular purpose.
Forget the other news.
"Was Richelieu African-American?" -Brian
J Kuhl Signing Off
Monday, February 13, 2006
Pedosmiles
I was out and about on the far side of the internet the other day when I came across the Best Page in the Universe where a pirate by the name of Maddox spews out his opinions on life in general. The writer is arrogant, sexist, egotistic and afraid of jocks. His articles are offensive and down-right slander at times.
And yet there are times when he can be funny. And there are times when he is right. The article on the "pedosmile" caught my attention. This is the absolute truth. I have never seen a pediphile without a half-concealed grin on his face. And just why are they smiling? Because they recieve enjoyment by touching helpless children. Enjoyment. We need to take a harder stand on them. We should, and I am serious, castrate them. Remove half the cause of their problem. Then throw them in prison for life. These lunetics threaten society and should never be set loose.
I'm sure God may say to forgive. I say to forgive them too, if they truly to repent.
But keep them locked up anyways.
In other news Maddox has also spewed off in hatred against bloggers He states that bloggers are narcissist. Yet, he has an entire webpage, updated now and then, filled with his arrogant opinions, which is the definition of blog. His definition of blogger is worse: "Blogger: Term used to describe anyone with enough time or narcissism to document every tedious bit of minutia filling their uneventful lives." The funny thing is, this is exactly what he is doing. Trust me Maddox, you are blogging. And you are too conceited to see that! He calls us arrogant for posting our opinions!
This is what I find funny about The Best Page in the Universe. It is a worthless pile of garbage for the most part, but his rants can be quite entertaining. So let him type. It's his webpage and this is America after all.
92,389,288 people find Maddox's site tasteless and offensive
J Kuhl Signing Off
And yet there are times when he can be funny. And there are times when he is right. The article on the "pedosmile" caught my attention. This is the absolute truth. I have never seen a pediphile without a half-concealed grin on his face. And just why are they smiling? Because they recieve enjoyment by touching helpless children. Enjoyment. We need to take a harder stand on them. We should, and I am serious, castrate them. Remove half the cause of their problem. Then throw them in prison for life. These lunetics threaten society and should never be set loose.
I'm sure God may say to forgive. I say to forgive them too, if they truly to repent.
But keep them locked up anyways.
In other news Maddox has also spewed off in hatred against bloggers He states that bloggers are narcissist. Yet, he has an entire webpage, updated now and then, filled with his arrogant opinions, which is the definition of blog. His definition of blogger is worse: "Blogger: Term used to describe anyone with enough time or narcissism to document every tedious bit of minutia filling their uneventful lives." The funny thing is, this is exactly what he is doing. Trust me Maddox, you are blogging. And you are too conceited to see that! He calls us arrogant for posting our opinions!
This is what I find funny about The Best Page in the Universe. It is a worthless pile of garbage for the most part, but his rants can be quite entertaining. So let him type. It's his webpage and this is America after all.
92,389,288 people find Maddox's site tasteless and offensive
J Kuhl Signing Off
Sunday, February 12, 2006
Texans, Mohammed, and Snarling Pro-Abortion Feminist Commenters
Rednecks. I can't stand rednecks. And Texas is one giant redneck state. Rednecks are the group of people who are bringing our nation down. They are the shotgun-weilding, bible-thumping, morons who laze around all day long, wasting taxpayer money in their mobile homes and their Ford pick-ups. They don't even have the decency to talk straight. "I bought them trucks with my own money." I hate it when people say "them" in that manner. You don't use them! Them is for when you don't have noun! And ain't bugs me too. "I ain't eddycated 'nuff to use those when them is the wrong word."
I was going to comment on the cartoons that have been pissing off the Muslims. These cartoons make me proud to be American, where there is a little right called THE FREEDOM OF SPEECH in which I can say anything I like, such as, George W. Bush is a liar and a moron. George Bush is more of a terrorist than al-Zaqwari will ever be. Anyways back to the point. The cartoons were offensive. They should have never been posted in the first place. But now that they have been, I think we should reprint them in every paper across the western world to show the Middle East that they cannot intimidate us into subjugating to their will. We have the right to say what we want about who we want and they cannot tell us what to do.
Besides, why should we respect the Middle-East? Every time we do some jackass decides to kill some more of us. And they are such a hypocritical bunch of wild animals. They depict images that mock other religions and those other religions don't go burning down buildings over a stupid cartoon.
Rather than crying a screaming fit and shooting random shots into the sky, why don't they become a little more civilized and complain the proper way. Perhaps if they would stop killing and burning and actually try, just try to act civilized, the western civilization will learn to respect them.
Thats why these cartoons need to be reprinted. To teach them a lesson. Maybe if they become less violent and hateful, we will get rid of our cartoons. But we will never get rid of our freedom of speech.
In other news, I got some rediculus comments on my last post. Some snarling, brainless feminist decided to be a pain in the neck and say some stupid stuff. Lets go through her comments:
"easy for you to say..being male, you never have to give birth and then give up the baby." Okay, point there. Being male, I will never know what birth is like. I agree. But abortion is still murder.
"Also what about times when it will kill the mother to have the infant?" I addressed this. Why don't you read the post? I said, "There are few legitiment reasons for an abortion. If the birth of the child may cause the death of the mother, then abortion maybe the only option."
"What about young girls too young to take care of a baby who were raped?" Girls too young to take care of a baby should know better before they have the baby, its the consequence for their actions. And there's adoption. As to rape, is it the baby's fault? Why punish the baby? Actually, I am more or less undecided in this extreme because keeping the baby may cause emotional damage. As to this, I don't know.
"one more thing...and sometimes babies are girls" This is incredibly stupid. Of course babies can be girls. I don't want to say "he or she" at every pronoun. As there is no genderless pronoun other than "it," which describes inanimate objects, I will use "he," which is more or less generic. I'm not discriminating female babies, its just easier to say "he." And enough with this politically correct bullshit (I had to be vulgar, PC annoys me) I HAVE FREEDOM OF SPEECH! And some how I get the feeling, that if I had said "she" no one would care. That annoys me. Anytime you piss off a minority, they call you racist, sexist, or ignorant.
And let me make a note: I don't include all muslims/middle-easterners in my invective: just the stupid ones.
"Good fences make good neighbors" - Robert Frost
J Kuhl Signing Off
I was going to comment on the cartoons that have been pissing off the Muslims. These cartoons make me proud to be American, where there is a little right called THE FREEDOM OF SPEECH in which I can say anything I like, such as, George W. Bush is a liar and a moron. George Bush is more of a terrorist than al-Zaqwari will ever be. Anyways back to the point. The cartoons were offensive. They should have never been posted in the first place. But now that they have been, I think we should reprint them in every paper across the western world to show the Middle East that they cannot intimidate us into subjugating to their will. We have the right to say what we want about who we want and they cannot tell us what to do.
Besides, why should we respect the Middle-East? Every time we do some jackass decides to kill some more of us. And they are such a hypocritical bunch of wild animals. They depict images that mock other religions and those other religions don't go burning down buildings over a stupid cartoon.
Rather than crying a screaming fit and shooting random shots into the sky, why don't they become a little more civilized and complain the proper way. Perhaps if they would stop killing and burning and actually try, just try to act civilized, the western civilization will learn to respect them.
Thats why these cartoons need to be reprinted. To teach them a lesson. Maybe if they become less violent and hateful, we will get rid of our cartoons. But we will never get rid of our freedom of speech.
In other news, I got some rediculus comments on my last post. Some snarling, brainless feminist decided to be a pain in the neck and say some stupid stuff. Lets go through her comments:
"easy for you to say..being male, you never have to give birth and then give up the baby." Okay, point there. Being male, I will never know what birth is like. I agree. But abortion is still murder.
"Also what about times when it will kill the mother to have the infant?" I addressed this. Why don't you read the post? I said, "There are few legitiment reasons for an abortion. If the birth of the child may cause the death of the mother, then abortion maybe the only option."
"What about young girls too young to take care of a baby who were raped?" Girls too young to take care of a baby should know better before they have the baby, its the consequence for their actions. And there's adoption. As to rape, is it the baby's fault? Why punish the baby? Actually, I am more or less undecided in this extreme because keeping the baby may cause emotional damage. As to this, I don't know.
"one more thing...and sometimes babies are girls" This is incredibly stupid. Of course babies can be girls. I don't want to say "he or she" at every pronoun. As there is no genderless pronoun other than "it," which describes inanimate objects, I will use "he," which is more or less generic. I'm not discriminating female babies, its just easier to say "he." And enough with this politically correct bullshit (I had to be vulgar, PC annoys me) I HAVE FREEDOM OF SPEECH! And some how I get the feeling, that if I had said "she" no one would care. That annoys me. Anytime you piss off a minority, they call you racist, sexist, or ignorant.
And let me make a note: I don't include all muslims/middle-easterners in my invective: just the stupid ones.
"Good fences make good neighbors" - Robert Frost
J Kuhl Signing Off
Friday, January 13, 2006
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
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
Sunday, January 08, 2006
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
Saturday, January 07, 2006
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
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
Wednesday, January 04, 2006
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
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
Thursday, December 22, 2005
Brad And Jennifer Spend Weekend Together!
I once had the unfortunate luck of picking up a people magazine and seeing the following headline on the cover: "Brad and Jennifer Spend Weekend Together!" My first thought was who cares? But then I realized, these two are cultural icons, the pathetic masses will care. Its probably the same gang that worships Oprah and follows Entertainment Tonight passionately. I have three words of advice for you: Get A Life.
So Brad and Jennifer spend a weekend together. Thats what people do on weekends, they spend them with people. Honestly, it isn't that big of a deal. When my parents spend a weekend, no one cares. And they shouldn't. It isn't big news. I really don't care what celebrities do. Mostly because I, unlike the Oprah-adoring masses, realize that these people are people. Give them some privacy. There life isn't yours and if your life revolves around the lives of celebrities, you are pathetic and have no life of your own to live. Why does this need to be plastered on the cover of magazines? There are people starving in Africa and all we care about are the lives of people who can't even act.
So if Brad and Jennifer spend a weekend together, or buy a yacht, or go to Paris, or get a divorce, or adopt a panda, I don't care. Perhaps when these celebrities do something great, like cure cancer, or horrible, like murder old women, I'll want the story. But if it isn't earth shattering (and Tom Cruises' love life isn't earth-shattering) then don't tell me about it.
And for godsake, leave them alone!
Speaking of old women, I have a quiz some of you drivers out there need to take.
If you answered yes to any of these questions, get off the road! If the speed limit says "55 mph" that means that the fastest you can go is 55 mph. But there are people on the road who have places to be and schedules to keep so there is also an unwritten law that states that you may not go lower than the speed limit. People who drive slow are inconsiderate of other people, not to mention annoying. If you can no longer drive the speed limit, then its time for you to quit driving.
I don't like to be on the road. When someone gets in front of me and goes lower then the speed limit, it irritates me because all I want to do is get to my destination and get out of the car.
And I have seen too many idiots on the road. I've seen cars that drive at night with no lights on. I've seen truck drivers reading the paper. I've seen people apply lipstick and feed their babies. I've seen way too many cellphones. These idiots are worse than the slow, these idiots are going to kill someone.
One more thing. This is unrelated to the idiot drivers or the pathetic celebrity worshippers. I found an article in The Onion that I found funny:
Operation Screw This
I've seen Billy get hit by a car, and it was wonderful. - The Onion
J Kuhl Signing Off
So Brad and Jennifer spend a weekend together. Thats what people do on weekends, they spend them with people. Honestly, it isn't that big of a deal. When my parents spend a weekend, no one cares. And they shouldn't. It isn't big news. I really don't care what celebrities do. Mostly because I, unlike the Oprah-adoring masses, realize that these people are people. Give them some privacy. There life isn't yours and if your life revolves around the lives of celebrities, you are pathetic and have no life of your own to live. Why does this need to be plastered on the cover of magazines? There are people starving in Africa and all we care about are the lives of people who can't even act.
So if Brad and Jennifer spend a weekend together, or buy a yacht, or go to Paris, or get a divorce, or adopt a panda, I don't care. Perhaps when these celebrities do something great, like cure cancer, or horrible, like murder old women, I'll want the story. But if it isn't earth shattering (and Tom Cruises' love life isn't earth-shattering) then don't tell me about it.
And for godsake, leave them alone!
Speaking of old women, I have a quiz some of you drivers out there need to take.
- Do you ever drive under the speed limit?
- Do you read the paper while driving?
- Do you do your make up while driving?
- Do you straddle the yellow line?
- Is your liscence suspended?
- Are you blind?
- Are you limbless or quadrapeligic?
- Are you a bible-thumping baptist who wants to ban Harry Potter or Evolution?
- Is there a baby in your lap when you drive?
- Are you the baby in the lap when driving?
- Are you underage?
- Do you drive hunched over, afraid of the on-coming traffic?
- Do you drive on the wrong side of the road? (This includes Great Britain)
- Do you eat McDonalds French Fries, surf the web and feed your baby, while looking for that Cold Play CD while driving?
- Are you in front of me?
If you answered yes to any of these questions, get off the road! If the speed limit says "55 mph" that means that the fastest you can go is 55 mph. But there are people on the road who have places to be and schedules to keep so there is also an unwritten law that states that you may not go lower than the speed limit. People who drive slow are inconsiderate of other people, not to mention annoying. If you can no longer drive the speed limit, then its time for you to quit driving.
I don't like to be on the road. When someone gets in front of me and goes lower then the speed limit, it irritates me because all I want to do is get to my destination and get out of the car.
And I have seen too many idiots on the road. I've seen cars that drive at night with no lights on. I've seen truck drivers reading the paper. I've seen people apply lipstick and feed their babies. I've seen way too many cellphones. These idiots are worse than the slow, these idiots are going to kill someone.
One more thing. This is unrelated to the idiot drivers or the pathetic celebrity worshippers. I found an article in The Onion that I found funny:
Operation Screw This
I've seen Billy get hit by a car, and it was wonderful. - The Onion
J Kuhl Signing Off
Saturday, December 10, 2005
My Past Life
| In a Past Life... |
 You Were: A Lazy Cannibal. Where You Lived: Australia. How You Died: Natural causes. |
J Kuhl Signing Off
We Wish You A Merry Christmas
Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the government for a redress of grievances. -Amendment I.
There is one commercial on TV that really angers me. The music in the background is "We wish you a happy holidays." It pisses me off because its symbolic of all this political correctness crap thats destroying the spirit of Christmas. In schools students are no longer allowed to say "Merry Christmas." They are even changing lyrics of traditional Christmas music so people aren't "offended"
Listen to this:
Higher Power Rest Ye Merry People, Let nothing you dismay . . .
It doesn't work. This political correctness, set up by every stupid Scrooge who has some pull on Congress or school boards is destroying the true spirit of christmas.
There is an argument in Lewiston Maine about whether the tree is a Christmas tree or a holiday tree. Why can't it be both? Why do the athiests have to push their beliefs on us when we don't push ours on them? We don't force them to call it a Christmas tree in the first place! Bunch of idiotic Scrooges.
If a student or a teacher says "Merry Christmas" in class he isn't breaking the law. He isn't offending the Muslims or the Jews. He's wishing one a good life and good fortune, no matter what you believe. Christmas does not have to be a religious holiday. I use to be good friends with a few athiests who celebrated Christmas as a time to be with family. There is nothing wrong with that. Jesus or no Jesus, that is what Christmas is about.
The Constitution states: Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof By allowing Christmas in schools and public places, the government does not break this law. They do not establish a religion by allowing students to say "Merry Christmas" or by putting a tree up in the park. In fact, by not allowing Christmas, they are prohibiting the free exercise thereof. This PC is unconstitutional and evil. The Constitution also states: Congress shall make no law . . . abridging the freedom of speech By prohibiting Christmas, the Scrooges are again breaking the law by abridging the freedom of speech. I can get in trouble by saying "Merry Christmas" and that is wrong, evil, unjust and unconstitutional.
Very few non-Christians are upset by Christmas. They either celebrate it in their own way or see it as a day off from work. Only these Scrooges playing this power game hate Christmas.
And if someone is offended by my celebration of Christmas, I'm offended that they are offended.
This censorship must cease.
And all this politically correctness can go directly to Hell.
J Kuhl Signing Off
There is one commercial on TV that really angers me. The music in the background is "We wish you a happy holidays." It pisses me off because its symbolic of all this political correctness crap thats destroying the spirit of Christmas. In schools students are no longer allowed to say "Merry Christmas." They are even changing lyrics of traditional Christmas music so people aren't "offended"
Listen to this:
Higher Power Rest Ye Merry People, Let nothing you dismay . . .
It doesn't work. This political correctness, set up by every stupid Scrooge who has some pull on Congress or school boards is destroying the true spirit of christmas.
There is an argument in Lewiston Maine about whether the tree is a Christmas tree or a holiday tree. Why can't it be both? Why do the athiests have to push their beliefs on us when we don't push ours on them? We don't force them to call it a Christmas tree in the first place! Bunch of idiotic Scrooges.
If a student or a teacher says "Merry Christmas" in class he isn't breaking the law. He isn't offending the Muslims or the Jews. He's wishing one a good life and good fortune, no matter what you believe. Christmas does not have to be a religious holiday. I use to be good friends with a few athiests who celebrated Christmas as a time to be with family. There is nothing wrong with that. Jesus or no Jesus, that is what Christmas is about.
The Constitution states: Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof By allowing Christmas in schools and public places, the government does not break this law. They do not establish a religion by allowing students to say "Merry Christmas" or by putting a tree up in the park. In fact, by not allowing Christmas, they are prohibiting the free exercise thereof. This PC is unconstitutional and evil. The Constitution also states: Congress shall make no law . . . abridging the freedom of speech By prohibiting Christmas, the Scrooges are again breaking the law by abridging the freedom of speech. I can get in trouble by saying "Merry Christmas" and that is wrong, evil, unjust and unconstitutional.
Very few non-Christians are upset by Christmas. They either celebrate it in their own way or see it as a day off from work. Only these Scrooges playing this power game hate Christmas.
And if someone is offended by my celebration of Christmas, I'm offended that they are offended.
This censorship must cease.
And all this politically correctness can go directly to Hell.
J Kuhl Signing Off
Sunday, November 27, 2005
Daniel Webster's Lonely Hearts Club Band
The turkey was great, football was boring but the highlight of the week was on Saturday. A large white package from Daniel Webster College arrived. Trembling in fear, I opened it.
I have good news.
I just saved a bunch of money by switching to Geico!
Kidding!
Anyways, I tore it open and opened up a folder to reveal several letters, the first one saying "Congragulations on your acceptance to Daniel Webster!" Needless to say, I was elated for hours.
Embry-Riddle and Bridgewater State have also accepted me but Daniel Webster is my top pick for a multitude of reasons. Proximity to home, skiing, airport on location, private pilot liscence by October, small campus, it won out in the end. It's got AFROTC so I can get my first step into a larger world called the F/A-22.
In other words, my parents and my sister went off to get a christmas tree while I sat at home and wrote a paper for English. Dad did his usual arm thing. We can't take him anywhere in public!
Tis the season to be jolly I suppose. The tree's still waiting in the garage to be all light up and tinseled. Christmas trees are fun. Christmas is even more fun. That being said, Happy Hannukah!
I feel like such a dirtbag! -Alex
J Kuhl Signing Off
I have good news.
I just saved a bunch of money by switching to Geico!
Kidding!
Anyways, I tore it open and opened up a folder to reveal several letters, the first one saying "Congragulations on your acceptance to Daniel Webster!" Needless to say, I was elated for hours.
Embry-Riddle and Bridgewater State have also accepted me but Daniel Webster is my top pick for a multitude of reasons. Proximity to home, skiing, airport on location, private pilot liscence by October, small campus, it won out in the end. It's got AFROTC so I can get my first step into a larger world called the F/A-22.
In other words, my parents and my sister went off to get a christmas tree while I sat at home and wrote a paper for English. Dad did his usual arm thing. We can't take him anywhere in public!Tis the season to be jolly I suppose. The tree's still waiting in the garage to be all light up and tinseled. Christmas trees are fun. Christmas is even more fun. That being said, Happy Hannukah!
I feel like such a dirtbag! -Alex
J Kuhl Signing Off
Tuesday, November 22, 2005
The Senior Class of 2006
Halloween. 2001. Sun was shining and all was normal. Normal. As normal was defined four years ago. Anyways, it was on that day when Mr. Gleason walked into Mr. Fournier's room and presented St. Dom's to my class. On that very Halloween. He talked about how great the school supposedly was, how it was brand new and had all this great stuff. I won a vinyl jacket that day cause I answered some random question correctly. I marked 'very interested' on a little sheet of paper and took an application. Then I thought to myself 'Thanks, but no thanks' and carried on with life.
But St. Athanasius St. John School was full of cretins, as any other school would be. I was their specified target. It became clear before the end of the year, I had to get the hell out of that situation before something bad happened. Ultimately, I changed my mind. I sent in the application.
And from that point onward, well, I'll just say its a long, long, long story.
The end result however, came out amazingly well. Certainly, my class has jerks, but nobody this time is against me. They have all accepted me as who I am and I am grateful of that. To the Class of 2006 - Thank You!
In other news, I've been accepted into Embry-Riddle Aeronautical University, my #2 school! That knocks Bridgewater State and Florida Tech off the list. Now it is down to Daniel Webster, which is my #1. Once they respond, I'll know where I'm going next year.
"Good Morning! Its a beautiful rainy day! Time to get up!" -Mr. Servidio at 6:30 this morning.
J Kuhl Signing Off
But St. Athanasius St. John School was full of cretins, as any other school would be. I was their specified target. It became clear before the end of the year, I had to get the hell out of that situation before something bad happened. Ultimately, I changed my mind. I sent in the application.
And from that point onward, well, I'll just say its a long, long, long story.
The end result however, came out amazingly well. Certainly, my class has jerks, but nobody this time is against me. They have all accepted me as who I am and I am grateful of that. To the Class of 2006 - Thank You!
In other news, I've been accepted into Embry-Riddle Aeronautical University, my #2 school! That knocks Bridgewater State and Florida Tech off the list. Now it is down to Daniel Webster, which is my #1. Once they respond, I'll know where I'm going next year.
"Good Morning! Its a beautiful rainy day! Time to get up!" -Mr. Servidio at 6:30 this morning.
J Kuhl Signing Off
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