You know what would be awesome?
If the muslims and the jews learned to be best friends.
How do we do this? Beats me. I can't figure it out.
"Neitchze is Dead." - God
J Kuhl Signing Off
Sunday, April 22, 2007
Sunday, April 01, 2007
IE7 Needs to Be Shot
Internet Explorer is the worst browser I have ever used. I'm a full time Mozilla user and I'm extremely happy with it. Mozilla is awesome. Explorer always has alert boxes. I hate that. I turn on IE7 and get a pop up "Do You Want The Phishing Filter On?" I can't do anything until I decide. I pressed "No" last time. Why the heck can't it remember that I selected "No" and I don't want that feature on? It gives me a security warning when I try to search on Google. It asks me whether I want to send "Abraham Lincoln" to Google, because the words Abraham Lincoln can somehow threaten my security. IE7 always has an alert box that pop ups asking me if I want some feature turned on or it claims that there is some non-existant security threat with some harmless thing and it gets annoying. Doing anything in IE7 is painful. Also, when I try to copy and paste something from one part of IE7 to another, I get yet another security alert.
And word is a Piece of crap too. It doesn't have the margin control that Correl has. It has a complicated tab feature, and the default margins are 1.25." 1.25"? Seriously, no one uses 1.25" margines. APA doesn't. MLA doesn't. Common letter formats don't. The military Tongue and Quill doesn't. 1" margins or else Microsoft! The smart tag system is annoying, the squiggles underneath misspelled words are annoying and are on by default. I don't need to see spelling errors as I type, thats why I spellcheck at the end. Correl allows me to turn off this feature permenantly. And god help me if I try to unlink a URL in a paper. Grammer Check is a piece of crap too. 50% of the time it gives me an error in a sentence that is actually gramatically correct, but the program is too stupid to realize that the word is a friggin synonym.
Microsoft's operating system is good, but its two most popular products leave quite a bit to be desired.
J Kuhl Signing Off
And word is a Piece of crap too. It doesn't have the margin control that Correl has. It has a complicated tab feature, and the default margins are 1.25." 1.25"? Seriously, no one uses 1.25" margines. APA doesn't. MLA doesn't. Common letter formats don't. The military Tongue and Quill doesn't. 1" margins or else Microsoft! The smart tag system is annoying, the squiggles underneath misspelled words are annoying and are on by default. I don't need to see spelling errors as I type, thats why I spellcheck at the end. Correl allows me to turn off this feature permenantly. And god help me if I try to unlink a URL in a paper. Grammer Check is a piece of crap too. 50% of the time it gives me an error in a sentence that is actually gramatically correct, but the program is too stupid to realize that the word is a friggin synonym.
Microsoft's operating system is good, but its two most popular products leave quite a bit to be desired.
J Kuhl Signing Off
Sunday, October 29, 2006
Every Nation Needs its Cowboy
Although he was actually born in Connecticut, “Texan” President Bush has earned his cowboy hat and spurs. During the last six years of his presidency he has overwritten unwanted freedoms for much needed security. He has brought tax cuts to those who know how to spend money and full employment for the United States of America. The President has spread American values to the Middle Eastern nations and brought hope to the world. George “Dubya” Bush is America’s finest and smartest President. He is the man to be the king of the free world.
The liberals have always been on the President’s case for his Patriot Act, demanding its repeal and claiming that the act is unconstitutional and immoral. They claim the Patriot Act is a clear affront to our right to privacy and free speech. Their priorities are twisted. Security is our number one issue now. What good is freedom of speech if it costs you the freedom of walking down the street without being blown up? Americans do not need free speech. Any American should be arrested on the spot for talking against the Bush Administration as they are an obvious threat to security. Only terrorists who kill innocent babies and old women would speak out against the government. By imprisoning and torturing any dissenting citizen, the Bush Administration has successfully kept America secure from wild and dangerous men. Since the inception of the Patriot act, there has not been another terrorist attack on our soil.
George Bush’s policy on wiretapping has been deemed “an invasion of privacy” by the liberals. Would they rather have an invasion of Arabs that want to kill them? The CIA has every right to listen to American phone conversations for the protection of the American people who have nothing to hide. If they do have something to hide, they must be doing something illegal. When you cross the border and the police ask if they can search your car, are you really going to say no? Of course not! That is the first indication that you have marijuana stuffed inside the doorframe. The same is true for wiretapping. If you object, you deserve to be locked up, without trial, in Guantanamo Bay, because it is apparent you have some illegal skeletons in your closet, such as that dirty bomb you obviously plan to detonate in New York. Model American citizens know that the Bush Administration wants to know everything about its people for the nation’s protection. George Bush cares about his people. He wants to see them living in peace and security on the home front. The loss of privacy is far outweighed by the gain in security, which George Bush is further fighting for in Iraq and Afghanistan.
The wars in Iraq and Afghanistan are vital to the defense of the United States of America. Without these wars, another terrorist attack, possibly much worse than 9-11, may have occurred several times. Due to our President’s determination to keep America secure, we have kept the terrorists at bay for four years. The unpatriotic liberals argue that the war in Iraq is a complete mess with no way out. They argue that Iraq’s weapons of mass destruction (WMD) did not exist and that there was no link between Saddam and Osama. They argue that all the Bush Administration has done is ruin these two countries. These are completely false statements. Under Bush’s leadership, we have brought the Iraqis and Afghanis freedom that even American citizens do not enjoy (such as freedom of speech and freedom to privacy.) Iraqis and Afghanis are happy living with the constant threat of being killed by a suicide bomber because they no longer have to worry about being tortured by Saddam’s cronies. Their women can now become doctors, their teens can now listen to Godsmack and their cities all now have an open Starbucks or a McDonalds to serve them coffee and refuge from the insurgency. The presence of the insurgency itself is a clear indication of Saddam’s dealings with Osama. Where else would they have come from? China? I don’t think so. Osama and Saddam shared a common enemy. Even though they hated each other, they would have supported each other. Saddam would have willingly sold Osama a WMD if that meant getting the Americans to stop breathing down his neck. And Osama would have used that WMD to kill as many Americans as possible. George Bush’s invasion of Afghanistan and Iraq was a giant step toward a secure United States of America and towards peace in the Middle East. Although the streets of Baghdad and Kabul remain violent today, we are winning the war. American values, such as obesity and Burger King, are now being accepted into mainstream Muslim society and even bolstering the American economy.
War is good for the economy. George Bush has solved the unemployment problems in the United States by starting a war. Now there are plenty of positions available in the United States military. Positions open up every day, especially in Iraq. As American soldiers are killed, another one can join up and take his place. If the soldier lives, he’ll get paid. The money he earns goes into the economy and raises the American standard of living. There is no need for unemployment when there is continuous job availability in the Army and the Marines. It’s not just any job either. Although it may be hazardous, you are fighting for your country’s security. That makes it all worth getting your arm blown off by an improvised explosive device. Anyone would be proud to have a job like that. Not only is Bush creating jobs in the military, he is also helping sustain the entertainment industry. After all, who would Jay Leno and David Letterman be making fun of at ten o’clock at night? Because of George Bush, these two comedians still have jobs. Hollywood makes money because of Bush’s decision to invade Iraq and declare an all out war on terrorism. According to an article in New Political Science, authors Carl Bogg and Tom Pollard explain,
“The al Qaeda attacks of 9/11 heightened public fascination with terrorism, fueled by mounting fear and paranoia, and this was destined to inspire a new cycle of films in which on-screen terrorism dramatizes elements of real-life threats that now include possible weapons of mass destruction.” (Bogg and Pollard)
By creating an anti-terrorist hysteria that Hollywood can exploit, Hollywood is creating millions of dollars on anti-terror films. All this money leads to a better economy.
George Bush’s wars are improving America’s declining economy. Many liberals would complain that this war is driving the U.S. deficit into a hole, trillions of dollars deep. The security the war brings us makes it all worth it. Once it becomes apparent to Americans that the war is keeping the threat at bay, they will come out of their homes and spend money and eventually, about a century or two, our deficit will be paid off. George Bush’s tax cuts will also help this deficit shrink. All the cuts go to the rich. Who better to have the money? The rich know how to use the money, they also are the most able to spend the money and inject the money into the economy. The more the rich buy, the more taxes they pay and ever so slowly, the deficit shrinks to become the surplus Clinton created for us. Although our grandkids will be having grandkids by the time that happens, it will eventually happen.
George Bush is the greatest American president of the 21st Century. In the last six years, he has created more jobs in the market. He has brought freedom to the Iraqis and security to the Americans. Most importantly, he has protected our nation from evildoers that are jealous of our own rights and freedoms. The liberals who call Bush a catastrophe do not see the security that the President has brought to us. By starting a war, George Bush has brought us peace. War is Peace. George Orwell said that.
Works Cited
Bogg, Pollard Tom. “Hollywood and the Spectacle of Terrorism.” New Political Science. Sept. 2006: 28.3. Online. EBSCOhost. Oct. 29, 2006.
"I love you like a fat kid loves cake!!!"
-50 Cent
J Kuhl Signing Off
The liberals have always been on the President’s case for his Patriot Act, demanding its repeal and claiming that the act is unconstitutional and immoral. They claim the Patriot Act is a clear affront to our right to privacy and free speech. Their priorities are twisted. Security is our number one issue now. What good is freedom of speech if it costs you the freedom of walking down the street without being blown up? Americans do not need free speech. Any American should be arrested on the spot for talking against the Bush Administration as they are an obvious threat to security. Only terrorists who kill innocent babies and old women would speak out against the government. By imprisoning and torturing any dissenting citizen, the Bush Administration has successfully kept America secure from wild and dangerous men. Since the inception of the Patriot act, there has not been another terrorist attack on our soil.
George Bush’s policy on wiretapping has been deemed “an invasion of privacy” by the liberals. Would they rather have an invasion of Arabs that want to kill them? The CIA has every right to listen to American phone conversations for the protection of the American people who have nothing to hide. If they do have something to hide, they must be doing something illegal. When you cross the border and the police ask if they can search your car, are you really going to say no? Of course not! That is the first indication that you have marijuana stuffed inside the doorframe. The same is true for wiretapping. If you object, you deserve to be locked up, without trial, in Guantanamo Bay, because it is apparent you have some illegal skeletons in your closet, such as that dirty bomb you obviously plan to detonate in New York. Model American citizens know that the Bush Administration wants to know everything about its people for the nation’s protection. George Bush cares about his people. He wants to see them living in peace and security on the home front. The loss of privacy is far outweighed by the gain in security, which George Bush is further fighting for in Iraq and Afghanistan.
The wars in Iraq and Afghanistan are vital to the defense of the United States of America. Without these wars, another terrorist attack, possibly much worse than 9-11, may have occurred several times. Due to our President’s determination to keep America secure, we have kept the terrorists at bay for four years. The unpatriotic liberals argue that the war in Iraq is a complete mess with no way out. They argue that Iraq’s weapons of mass destruction (WMD) did not exist and that there was no link between Saddam and Osama. They argue that all the Bush Administration has done is ruin these two countries. These are completely false statements. Under Bush’s leadership, we have brought the Iraqis and Afghanis freedom that even American citizens do not enjoy (such as freedom of speech and freedom to privacy.) Iraqis and Afghanis are happy living with the constant threat of being killed by a suicide bomber because they no longer have to worry about being tortured by Saddam’s cronies. Their women can now become doctors, their teens can now listen to Godsmack and their cities all now have an open Starbucks or a McDonalds to serve them coffee and refuge from the insurgency. The presence of the insurgency itself is a clear indication of Saddam’s dealings with Osama. Where else would they have come from? China? I don’t think so. Osama and Saddam shared a common enemy. Even though they hated each other, they would have supported each other. Saddam would have willingly sold Osama a WMD if that meant getting the Americans to stop breathing down his neck. And Osama would have used that WMD to kill as many Americans as possible. George Bush’s invasion of Afghanistan and Iraq was a giant step toward a secure United States of America and towards peace in the Middle East. Although the streets of Baghdad and Kabul remain violent today, we are winning the war. American values, such as obesity and Burger King, are now being accepted into mainstream Muslim society and even bolstering the American economy.
War is good for the economy. George Bush has solved the unemployment problems in the United States by starting a war. Now there are plenty of positions available in the United States military. Positions open up every day, especially in Iraq. As American soldiers are killed, another one can join up and take his place. If the soldier lives, he’ll get paid. The money he earns goes into the economy and raises the American standard of living. There is no need for unemployment when there is continuous job availability in the Army and the Marines. It’s not just any job either. Although it may be hazardous, you are fighting for your country’s security. That makes it all worth getting your arm blown off by an improvised explosive device. Anyone would be proud to have a job like that. Not only is Bush creating jobs in the military, he is also helping sustain the entertainment industry. After all, who would Jay Leno and David Letterman be making fun of at ten o’clock at night? Because of George Bush, these two comedians still have jobs. Hollywood makes money because of Bush’s decision to invade Iraq and declare an all out war on terrorism. According to an article in New Political Science, authors Carl Bogg and Tom Pollard explain,
“The al Qaeda attacks of 9/11 heightened public fascination with terrorism, fueled by mounting fear and paranoia, and this was destined to inspire a new cycle of films in which on-screen terrorism dramatizes elements of real-life threats that now include possible weapons of mass destruction.” (Bogg and Pollard)
By creating an anti-terrorist hysteria that Hollywood can exploit, Hollywood is creating millions of dollars on anti-terror films. All this money leads to a better economy.
George Bush’s wars are improving America’s declining economy. Many liberals would complain that this war is driving the U.S. deficit into a hole, trillions of dollars deep. The security the war brings us makes it all worth it. Once it becomes apparent to Americans that the war is keeping the threat at bay, they will come out of their homes and spend money and eventually, about a century or two, our deficit will be paid off. George Bush’s tax cuts will also help this deficit shrink. All the cuts go to the rich. Who better to have the money? The rich know how to use the money, they also are the most able to spend the money and inject the money into the economy. The more the rich buy, the more taxes they pay and ever so slowly, the deficit shrinks to become the surplus Clinton created for us. Although our grandkids will be having grandkids by the time that happens, it will eventually happen.
George Bush is the greatest American president of the 21st Century. In the last six years, he has created more jobs in the market. He has brought freedom to the Iraqis and security to the Americans. Most importantly, he has protected our nation from evildoers that are jealous of our own rights and freedoms. The liberals who call Bush a catastrophe do not see the security that the President has brought to us. By starting a war, George Bush has brought us peace. War is Peace. George Orwell said that.
Works Cited
Bogg, Pollard Tom. “Hollywood and the Spectacle of Terrorism.” New Political Science. Sept. 2006: 28.3. Online. EBSCOhost. Oct. 29, 2006.
"I love you like a fat kid loves cake!!!"
-50 Cent
J Kuhl Signing Off
Thursday, October 26, 2006
Air Traffic Control
Recently overheard on Fargo (N.D.) Approach Control frequency:
"Cessna One Alpha Bravo, you have unidentified traffic at 2 o'clock, three miles, altitude unknown, over the railroad tracks. Very slow moving primary target, might be a helicopter."
(Long pause.)
"Might be a train."
Gotta love the ATC guys. There they all are, all warm in their tower as us pilots shiver in our cockpits, sitting at the end of Runway 14, waiting for takeoff clearance. I'm sitting there at the hold-short line, holding short, while big bad ATC sips their coffee and then finally decides to clear us.
I use to be afraid of the ATC. It was the old fear that if I said something wrong in the mike, they'd shoot a missile out of the tower and kill me or something. Now its so much easier. Just say what you need to say and if you screw up, oh well. Its not as scary anymore. They're just regular guys in a tower, drinking coffee, and holding me short of the runway.
"You've flown 23.7 hours and 53 landings in the past 90 days." -Skyscheduler
J Kuhl Signing Off
"Cessna One Alpha Bravo, you have unidentified traffic at 2 o'clock, three miles, altitude unknown, over the railroad tracks. Very slow moving primary target, might be a helicopter."
(Long pause.)
"Might be a train."
Gotta love the ATC guys. There they all are, all warm in their tower as us pilots shiver in our cockpits, sitting at the end of Runway 14, waiting for takeoff clearance. I'm sitting there at the hold-short line, holding short, while big bad ATC sips their coffee and then finally decides to clear us.
I use to be afraid of the ATC. It was the old fear that if I said something wrong in the mike, they'd shoot a missile out of the tower and kill me or something. Now its so much easier. Just say what you need to say and if you screw up, oh well. Its not as scary anymore. They're just regular guys in a tower, drinking coffee, and holding me short of the runway.
"You've flown 23.7 hours and 53 landings in the past 90 days." -Skyscheduler
J Kuhl Signing Off
Monday, October 23, 2006
Coffee!!!
Come on Cindy, respond already! I wanna get my coffee and study for my midterm already! Gosh!
I remember back in Mississippi this April at breakfast. I'm sitting at the table, drinking my crappy cup of black coffee and across the way, Bridget and Heather are talking about coffee and how its so great with cream and sugar and raspberries and coconut and chocolet and pineapple and marinara sauce and all sorts of stuff that won't even make it taste like coffee anymore. And I'm sitting there thinking, what the heck is wrong with you two? There is only one way to drink coffee. Pure. Pitch. Black. Don't put anything in your coffee. It ruins it.
It all started during a pancake breakfast in March. I had gotten about one hour of sleep the night before. I had to serve pancakes, but I was practically falling asleep, face first into the maple syrup. So I drank my first cup of coffee. As soon as that stuff hit my insides, I was awake. I was jittery. Man, I was annoying. Drinking coffee on an empty stomach was the weirdest, shakeist, energetic feeling ever.
And ever since then, I was addicted to coffee. They say its bad for you, but screw that. It gets me going in the morning. It gives me an extra buzz to stay awake through economics class. Coffee is a good thing. If it weren't for coffee, I'd be a mean little SOB sometimes.
So now, here I am chatting with an internet technician to figure out my laptop problem and she and I can't seem to wrap up our internet conversation so I can go out and buy myself a cup of joe so I can stay awake as I review my notes for tommorrow's midterm. I'm turning into a mean little SOB right now . . .
So give me that rich, nutty Starbucks coffee. No, I said black. Not cream, not sugar, not marinara. Black and strong, like a kick to the gut. And hot. Cold coffee tastes like crap. Hot, strong, black coffee. The way god intended.
I mean, do coffee beans grow with cream? I thought not.
In other news, never call for tech support anymore. Everyone on the other end is friggin Indian. I don't have a problem with Indians, but I have no idea what they are saying. I think I got a new harddrive out of them, but don't blame me when a Learjet is delivered to your door because I might have accidently bought one.
"Nashua Tower, Webster 81 is holding short runway 3-2 for left departure" -Me yesturday.
J Kuhl Signing Off
I remember back in Mississippi this April at breakfast. I'm sitting at the table, drinking my crappy cup of black coffee and across the way, Bridget and Heather are talking about coffee and how its so great with cream and sugar and raspberries and coconut and chocolet and pineapple and marinara sauce and all sorts of stuff that won't even make it taste like coffee anymore. And I'm sitting there thinking, what the heck is wrong with you two? There is only one way to drink coffee. Pure. Pitch. Black. Don't put anything in your coffee. It ruins it.
It all started during a pancake breakfast in March. I had gotten about one hour of sleep the night before. I had to serve pancakes, but I was practically falling asleep, face first into the maple syrup. So I drank my first cup of coffee. As soon as that stuff hit my insides, I was awake. I was jittery. Man, I was annoying. Drinking coffee on an empty stomach was the weirdest, shakeist, energetic feeling ever.
And ever since then, I was addicted to coffee. They say its bad for you, but screw that. It gets me going in the morning. It gives me an extra buzz to stay awake through economics class. Coffee is a good thing. If it weren't for coffee, I'd be a mean little SOB sometimes.
So now, here I am chatting with an internet technician to figure out my laptop problem and she and I can't seem to wrap up our internet conversation so I can go out and buy myself a cup of joe so I can stay awake as I review my notes for tommorrow's midterm. I'm turning into a mean little SOB right now . . .
So give me that rich, nutty Starbucks coffee. No, I said black. Not cream, not sugar, not marinara. Black and strong, like a kick to the gut. And hot. Cold coffee tastes like crap. Hot, strong, black coffee. The way god intended.
I mean, do coffee beans grow with cream? I thought not.
In other news, never call for tech support anymore. Everyone on the other end is friggin Indian. I don't have a problem with Indians, but I have no idea what they are saying. I think I got a new harddrive out of them, but don't blame me when a Learjet is delivered to your door because I might have accidently bought one.
"Nashua Tower, Webster 81 is holding short runway 3-2 for left departure" -Me yesturday.
J Kuhl Signing Off
Thursday, October 19, 2006
Chicago Under Attack from . . . . Light Aircraft???
As everyone no doubt knows, just last week a small general aviation airplane crashed into the side of a building in New York City, killing a few people and scaring the nation for a few hours as we expectedly overreacted to a tragic accident that the media decided to sensationalize because they are dirty little scumbags that get profit from the pain and fear of the general public.
And I am so sick of Couric hitting the news. I mean, who cares? So some woman from one show becomes ABC anchor (Or was it CBS?). Whoopity doo!
Anyways, the Mayor of Chicago now wants to make Chicago a no-fly zone, because "a singe or two engine plane can kill as many people as they want to." Yeah, okay, GA aircraft are a really threat to your city. Forget about the homeless bums and the criminals running loose, lets worry about small airplanes. Think about it Mayor Daley, how many GA aircraft have crashed into buildings? Not very many. I've only heard of one. Glad he has his priorities straight.
Enough is Enough by Phil Boyer.
What would a no-fly zone do? Nothing. If a terrorist wanted to repeat 9-11 in Chicago, do you really think he's going to worry about airspace rules?
I also suggest that Daley open up a FAR/AIM and read it cover to cover. His city is safe. We pilots follow the rules.
In other news, the radio stations in New Hampshire are complete crap. They have about ten songs. Ten. Every hour, its the same few songs, the same sickening "Chains Hang Low" crap that I can't stand hearing once, much less multiple times in one hour. Has our culture sunk that low, that we (as in everyone but me) can only stand ten songs? How about some variety. Some of the songs I wouldn't mind if they weren't ruined by radio DJ's that think that if they don't play the same dumb song every five minutes they'd lose listeners. Well, they lost me.
When I got my windows media player going, I like to start with Linkin' Park's Numb and then let it randomly go from there. Some Coldplay followed by the Beatles. Then the Peanuts theme song. Then Lovely Bunch of Coconuts. Then some Third Eye Blind followed by Sugar Ray, Ride of the Valkeries and Dave Matthews. Then more Beatles (but not the same song as before) and so on. It goes on for hours before it hits the same songs again and its awesome. Radio stations should do that. They should play so many songs that they can only play the same song once a day. If they want ratings, they play the songs no one else likes at 3 in the morning. Or they can do repeats then, when I'm asleep.
Radios need more music and need to repeat less. Also, health insurance should be free.
"Hans, Hans, Hans! We've been frew this a dozen times. I don't have any weapons of mass destwuction, OK Hans?" Kim Jong Il, Team America
J Kuhl Signing Off
And I am so sick of Couric hitting the news. I mean, who cares? So some woman from one show becomes ABC anchor (Or was it CBS?). Whoopity doo!
Anyways, the Mayor of Chicago now wants to make Chicago a no-fly zone, because "a singe or two engine plane can kill as many people as they want to." Yeah, okay, GA aircraft are a really threat to your city. Forget about the homeless bums and the criminals running loose, lets worry about small airplanes. Think about it Mayor Daley, how many GA aircraft have crashed into buildings? Not very many. I've only heard of one. Glad he has his priorities straight.
Enough is Enough by Phil Boyer.
What would a no-fly zone do? Nothing. If a terrorist wanted to repeat 9-11 in Chicago, do you really think he's going to worry about airspace rules?
I also suggest that Daley open up a FAR/AIM and read it cover to cover. His city is safe. We pilots follow the rules.
In other news, the radio stations in New Hampshire are complete crap. They have about ten songs. Ten. Every hour, its the same few songs, the same sickening "Chains Hang Low" crap that I can't stand hearing once, much less multiple times in one hour. Has our culture sunk that low, that we (as in everyone but me) can only stand ten songs? How about some variety. Some of the songs I wouldn't mind if they weren't ruined by radio DJ's that think that if they don't play the same dumb song every five minutes they'd lose listeners. Well, they lost me.
When I got my windows media player going, I like to start with Linkin' Park's Numb and then let it randomly go from there. Some Coldplay followed by the Beatles. Then the Peanuts theme song. Then Lovely Bunch of Coconuts. Then some Third Eye Blind followed by Sugar Ray, Ride of the Valkeries and Dave Matthews. Then more Beatles (but not the same song as before) and so on. It goes on for hours before it hits the same songs again and its awesome. Radio stations should do that. They should play so many songs that they can only play the same song once a day. If they want ratings, they play the songs no one else likes at 3 in the morning. Or they can do repeats then, when I'm asleep.
Radios need more music and need to repeat less. Also, health insurance should be free.
"Hans, Hans, Hans! We've been frew this a dozen times. I don't have any weapons of mass destwuction, OK Hans?" Kim Jong Il, Team America
J Kuhl Signing Off
Monday, September 11, 2006
America Did Not Stay the Course
Terrorism never works. The purpose of terrorism is to terrorize, to make your enemies cower and hide under the bed. It never works. September 11th is the prime example of the failure of Al-Quaeda and other terrorist groups. Americans aren't afraid. They don't hide in their homes, worrying that they will be hit next. They don't capitulate to terrorist demands. Instead, they get pissed, unite, and retailate. And when we retaliate, we really hit hard.
Look at our military. You've got B-52 Bombers that can bomb the crap out of anything. A-10's that can tear everything apart and can get hit by anything and never go down. B-2 Spirits and F-22 Raptors that can strike from nowhere. Our soldiers are, for the most part, confident, competent and professional. Any terrorist staring down the barrel of an American M-16 is quaking in his turban.
Rather than sitting back and hiding, what did we do? We attacked. We pointed the mighty spear of Americas military at the heart of Al-Quaeda in Afghanistan.
Then we changed our minds. Thanks to our hypocrite president, we suddenly decided to ignore Osama Bin Laden (who Bush has been quoted saying "I'm not worried about him") and attack a nation that was not a threat to American security.
Our president has said, about ten thousand times in the last five years, that the United States will "stay the course until the job is done." We did not stay the course. We did not do what we set out to do in October 2001, in retaliation to the worst attack on American soil since Pearl Harbor in 1941. In October 2001, we headed to Afghanistan, where the Taliban was harboring the terrorist group Al-Quaeda, which was responisible for the attacks on 9-11. Then we ousted the Taliban and set our sights on Al-Quaeda. And then we shifted focus to Iraq, leaving Afghanistan largely ignored in the eyes of the public. We're still looking, but we aren't putting any effort into it. Our army is bogged down inVietnam Iraq and we cannot concentrate enough force to flush out our main enemy, Al-Quaeda headmaster Bin Laden, and kill or capture him. Al-Quaeda is still a major threat to the American public and where are we? In Iraq fighting insurgents, who if we hadn't invaded, would have left us alone. Meanwhile, we half-heartedly fight Al-Quaeda. We lost the course when we invade Iraq.
George Bush and his cowboy attitude has gotten us nowhere. Al Quaeda still exists. Bin Laden is still at large and more Americans have been killed. The terror threat has raised, we can no longer bring liquid on an airplane. We aren't safe from terrorists. On the contrary, the situation even worse. By attacking a foreign nation that had nothing to do with the terrorist attack, we've angered the Middle Easterns even further, generating more extremists and more attacks. I don't feel safer than I did before the attack, I feel more vulnerable. Because of this, George Bush is a failure. An incompetent cowboy who has no idea what he is doing or who he is really hurting.
To stay the course, the United States should have stayed in Afghanistan until Al-Quaeda was crushed and its leaders captured or killed. Then we go home. We keep searching for other terrorist threats and deal with them accordingly as we find them. But we also need to improve relations in the Middle East to further avoid terrorism. The United States and the Middle East both need to learn to compromise and, if not like each other, learn to live with each other.
We did not stay the course in Afghanistan. Today is September 11, 2006 and Osama Bin Laden and his network is still a major threat to the American people. In five years after the attacks, George Bush has accomplished absolutely nothing.
J Kuhl Signing Off
Look at our military. You've got B-52 Bombers that can bomb the crap out of anything. A-10's that can tear everything apart and can get hit by anything and never go down. B-2 Spirits and F-22 Raptors that can strike from nowhere. Our soldiers are, for the most part, confident, competent and professional. Any terrorist staring down the barrel of an American M-16 is quaking in his turban.
Rather than sitting back and hiding, what did we do? We attacked. We pointed the mighty spear of Americas military at the heart of Al-Quaeda in Afghanistan.
Then we changed our minds. Thanks to our hypocrite president, we suddenly decided to ignore Osama Bin Laden (who Bush has been quoted saying "I'm not worried about him") and attack a nation that was not a threat to American security.
Our president has said, about ten thousand times in the last five years, that the United States will "stay the course until the job is done." We did not stay the course. We did not do what we set out to do in October 2001, in retaliation to the worst attack on American soil since Pearl Harbor in 1941. In October 2001, we headed to Afghanistan, where the Taliban was harboring the terrorist group Al-Quaeda, which was responisible for the attacks on 9-11. Then we ousted the Taliban and set our sights on Al-Quaeda. And then we shifted focus to Iraq, leaving Afghanistan largely ignored in the eyes of the public. We're still looking, but we aren't putting any effort into it. Our army is bogged down in
George Bush and his cowboy attitude has gotten us nowhere. Al Quaeda still exists. Bin Laden is still at large and more Americans have been killed. The terror threat has raised, we can no longer bring liquid on an airplane. We aren't safe from terrorists. On the contrary, the situation even worse. By attacking a foreign nation that had nothing to do with the terrorist attack, we've angered the Middle Easterns even further, generating more extremists and more attacks. I don't feel safer than I did before the attack, I feel more vulnerable. Because of this, George Bush is a failure. An incompetent cowboy who has no idea what he is doing or who he is really hurting.
To stay the course, the United States should have stayed in Afghanistan until Al-Quaeda was crushed and its leaders captured or killed. Then we go home. We keep searching for other terrorist threats and deal with them accordingly as we find them. But we also need to improve relations in the Middle East to further avoid terrorism. The United States and the Middle East both need to learn to compromise and, if not like each other, learn to live with each other.
We did not stay the course in Afghanistan. Today is September 11, 2006 and Osama Bin Laden and his network is still a major threat to the American people. In five years after the attacks, George Bush has accomplished absolutely nothing.
J Kuhl Signing Off
Monday, September 04, 2006
Stingrays are Better Than Steve Irwin
On my way to Algebra this morning, I came up with three superlative statements. First was that pirates are better than ninja's. Why? Because pirates kick ass and get booty when they arrive at port. Ninjas don't. Then pilots are better than engineers. Although engineers build the airplanes, pilots get to be one with the airplanes the engineers build. And last was that stingrays are better than Steve Irwin. Why? Because one just owned the Crocidile Hunter last night in Australia.
And who could have seen this comming? Steve Irwin who enjoys wrestling wild and dangerous animals such as crocs or lions, gets killed by a wild and dangerous animal he was probably wrestling with. You get whats comming to you.
Crikey!
But if it was Chuck Norris fighting that stingray, Chuck would have obviously won, roundhouse kicking all the stingrays, and everything else, out of the ocean.
Stingrays are pirates, Steve Irwinis was a ninja. Chuck Norris is god.
"Chuck Norris once fought God. And won"
J Kuhl Signing Off
And who could have seen this comming? Steve Irwin who enjoys wrestling wild and dangerous animals such as crocs or lions, gets killed by a wild and dangerous animal he was probably wrestling with. You get whats comming to you.
Crikey!
But if it was Chuck Norris fighting that stingray, Chuck would have obviously won, roundhouse kicking all the stingrays, and everything else, out of the ocean.
Stingrays are pirates, Steve Irwin
"Chuck Norris once fought God. And won"
J Kuhl Signing Off
Saturday, September 02, 2006
Wings
The steady rumble of the reciprocating engine, muffled by green headsets, fills the tiny cockpit. The pre-takeoff check is complete. One hand on the yoke, another on the throttle, I gently aim the airplane down the run way. I push in the throttle and watch the airspeed indicator needle. I tap softly on the right rudder to re-align with the center. Then I pull back on the yoke and break the chains of gravity.
There is nothing like it, no comparison. Flying is a unique experience and I can't match it up to anything. Its a drug. Once you take it, you have to come back again. And there is nothing that can replace it. You and the airplane become one entity and take on the empty skies. Its an exhileration like no other.
And its a challenge. At any given second, the pilot has about ten things to do. Check the checklist, watch the airspeed indicator, the vertical speed indicator, the altimiter, the tachometer, the heading indicator, the GPS, the horizon, the attitude indicator, the turn coordinator and a few other instruments, not to mention keeping his hands on the yoke and throttle and feet on the rudders. Any event, such as straight and level flight, requires constant attention and concentration. In fact, I think there is even a checklist for the checklist! And thats just in the cockpit. As a student, a pilot has plenty of studying to do. I personally have four books to read, "Cessna Information Manual" "Private Pilot Maneuvers" "Airplane Flying Handbook" and the "Private Pilot Textbook." There are sectional maps to study, checklists to familiarize, more checklists, and a whole lot more to it than just fiddling around with a yoke. Flying is an art.
It takes experience. Pilots are rated in hours. A pilot who has flown less than another pilot is almost always inferior. Airplane flying takes coordination which is a learned art that can only be developed through practise.
This is a skill I will treasure for the rest of my life.
In other news, college life is interesting, much better than high school. Much more freedom of movement. I can do what I want, even skip classes and not worry about being punished (but I'll prolly fail). The hours kind of suck sometimes, but hey, I get to fly three times a week and that makes it worth it.
"eagles may soar but weasels don't get sucked into jet engines"
J Kuhl Signing Off
There is nothing like it, no comparison. Flying is a unique experience and I can't match it up to anything. Its a drug. Once you take it, you have to come back again. And there is nothing that can replace it. You and the airplane become one entity and take on the empty skies. Its an exhileration like no other.
And its a challenge. At any given second, the pilot has about ten things to do. Check the checklist, watch the airspeed indicator, the vertical speed indicator, the altimiter, the tachometer, the heading indicator, the GPS, the horizon, the attitude indicator, the turn coordinator and a few other instruments, not to mention keeping his hands on the yoke and throttle and feet on the rudders. Any event, such as straight and level flight, requires constant attention and concentration. In fact, I think there is even a checklist for the checklist! And thats just in the cockpit. As a student, a pilot has plenty of studying to do. I personally have four books to read, "Cessna Information Manual" "Private Pilot Maneuvers" "Airplane Flying Handbook" and the "Private Pilot Textbook." There are sectional maps to study, checklists to familiarize, more checklists, and a whole lot more to it than just fiddling around with a yoke. Flying is an art.
It takes experience. Pilots are rated in hours. A pilot who has flown less than another pilot is almost always inferior. Airplane flying takes coordination which is a learned art that can only be developed through practise.
This is a skill I will treasure for the rest of my life.
In other news, college life is interesting, much better than high school. Much more freedom of movement. I can do what I want, even skip classes and not worry about being punished (but I'll prolly fail). The hours kind of suck sometimes, but hey, I get to fly three times a week and that makes it worth it.
"eagles may soar but weasels don't get sucked into jet engines"
J Kuhl Signing Off
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
Creationism is a myth, here is the proof:
Priest Drowns Trying to Walk On Water
Darwinian evolution right here.
I can say no more.
J Kuhl Signing Off
Darwinian evolution right here.
I can say no more.
J Kuhl Signing Off
Monday, August 21, 2006
More About the Pope
A long time ago, I wrote about the new Pope, Pope Benedict XVI. And I had a photoshopped picture of him blessing a gallon of beer, and I joked that he was an alcoholic and we needed to intervene. Well, I was only kidding. Besides the fact that he looks like Emperor Palpatine from Star Wars and besides the fact that he was in the Hitler Youth, he' still an alright Pope for the most part. Somewhat conservative, somewhat homophobic, but he's doing alright. And he did desert the Nazi's in WW2 rather than fight for them, which makes him pretty cool. Even deserting an army of evil is, in its own way, courageous. I mean, where would he be had the Nazi's won?
But anyways, I bring this up because the issue of alcohol has filtered down to my own parish. My parents are catholic, thus they have dragged me to mass every sunday of my life. We got a young and energetic priest and he's got a lot on his hands. He runs four churches, one is 30 miles away from the other three, and he has to deal with a crumbling steeple, a stalled elevator project, and all the grouchy, closeminded citizens of this here town of Rumford. He also is helping cluster the parishes into one, and will probably close one or two of the parishes.
This Sunday, he announced that someone wrote to the Bishop, complaining that they'd smelled wine in his breath.
Wine. No crap genius. Priest drink a glass of wine every day, during mass. It is, in fact, their god given job. They live to drink, literally.
Now he has to undergo a four week evaluation.
Our priest is not an alcoholic. He is a fair and flexible father who is running four parishes at the same time. And to throw such a cruel accusation at him because you are afraid he'll close your parish is selfish and petty. And I know those were the accuser's motives because the accusation is much to preposterous to believe. I'm guessing his line of thought was something to the effect of: "I don't like this priest how can I get rid of him . . . hmm, he drinks wine, therefore he'll smell like wine . . . I know! Lets accuse him of alcoholism!" It's too obvious.
When he announced it, our priest brought up a good point, straight out of the Bible to boot! Something to the effect of "If you have a problem with your brother, talk to your brother." Ephesians. If this disgruntled maniac truly had a concern, shouldn't he have brought it to the priest or the parish council first? No, I smell a plot, a plot to denounce and remove Father because someone disagrees with him.
Why are people so cruel? (I was watching Hotel Rwanda the other day, wondering that same question. That movie was the only one to actually touch me!) Such selfishness is not only against what Christianity and the Church stands for, but against the morality of all mankind. Pouting that you can't get your way and then sneaking behind underhandedly to sack an innocent man. I only hope whoever did this realizes what he has done.
I was glad to stand up in support of my parish priest, even with my doubts about God and the Church. I hope him the best of luck and I'll be glad to see him back.
And it's pretty funny. When Father announced this to the parish, everyone stood up and clapped in support. Everyone. This one disgruntled loser must have felt very alone.
And this is part of the reason I don't like Rumford. This town has plenty of people in it, too many of them, who push and shove to get their way, in religion and in politics. No one here has an open mind. No one here is willing to risk a little.
Our Town Hall is in desperate need of repairs in order to be brought to fire safety codes. If we don't fix up the hall, it will probably be closed down. This issue came up in the town meeting a few months ago. In order to do this, the tax cap would have to be raised $600,000, which, in the end, would have resulted in an annual tax hike of about ten dollars. Ten lousy dollars. And the town, unwilling to spend a little bit more, voted it down.
They also become very upset to learn that the town was buying land to sell to businesses because "What if it doesn't sell?" This town is too dense to realize that risks must be taken and to make money, one must spend it first.
Also, besides the close-minded bureaucrats who control the town, there are those who live on welfare. They own a few dirtbikes, snowmobiles and four wheelers. And you can tell, because their crap is strewn about the lawn in front of their mobile home. And they won't get jobs.
Of course I don't entirely blame them. This town has no jobs. You can work in the hospital or the mill or move out. Perhaps spend time at Wal-Mart or Shop and Save, but those aren't careers.
Rumford is a rundown village and I can't wait to leave it.
"Even if things get a bit to heavy, we'll all float on." -Float On by Modest Mouse
J Kuhl Signing Off
But anyways, I bring this up because the issue of alcohol has filtered down to my own parish. My parents are catholic, thus they have dragged me to mass every sunday of my life. We got a young and energetic priest and he's got a lot on his hands. He runs four churches, one is 30 miles away from the other three, and he has to deal with a crumbling steeple, a stalled elevator project, and all the grouchy, closeminded citizens of this here town of Rumford. He also is helping cluster the parishes into one, and will probably close one or two of the parishes.
This Sunday, he announced that someone wrote to the Bishop, complaining that they'd smelled wine in his breath.
Wine. No crap genius. Priest drink a glass of wine every day, during mass. It is, in fact, their god given job. They live to drink, literally.
Now he has to undergo a four week evaluation.
Our priest is not an alcoholic. He is a fair and flexible father who is running four parishes at the same time. And to throw such a cruel accusation at him because you are afraid he'll close your parish is selfish and petty. And I know those were the accuser's motives because the accusation is much to preposterous to believe. I'm guessing his line of thought was something to the effect of: "I don't like this priest how can I get rid of him . . . hmm, he drinks wine, therefore he'll smell like wine . . . I know! Lets accuse him of alcoholism!" It's too obvious.
When he announced it, our priest brought up a good point, straight out of the Bible to boot! Something to the effect of "If you have a problem with your brother, talk to your brother." Ephesians. If this disgruntled maniac truly had a concern, shouldn't he have brought it to the priest or the parish council first? No, I smell a plot, a plot to denounce and remove Father because someone disagrees with him.
Why are people so cruel? (I was watching Hotel Rwanda the other day, wondering that same question. That movie was the only one to actually touch me!) Such selfishness is not only against what Christianity and the Church stands for, but against the morality of all mankind. Pouting that you can't get your way and then sneaking behind underhandedly to sack an innocent man. I only hope whoever did this realizes what he has done.
I was glad to stand up in support of my parish priest, even with my doubts about God and the Church. I hope him the best of luck and I'll be glad to see him back.
And it's pretty funny. When Father announced this to the parish, everyone stood up and clapped in support. Everyone. This one disgruntled loser must have felt very alone.
And this is part of the reason I don't like Rumford. This town has plenty of people in it, too many of them, who push and shove to get their way, in religion and in politics. No one here has an open mind. No one here is willing to risk a little.
Our Town Hall is in desperate need of repairs in order to be brought to fire safety codes. If we don't fix up the hall, it will probably be closed down. This issue came up in the town meeting a few months ago. In order to do this, the tax cap would have to be raised $600,000, which, in the end, would have resulted in an annual tax hike of about ten dollars. Ten lousy dollars. And the town, unwilling to spend a little bit more, voted it down.
They also become very upset to learn that the town was buying land to sell to businesses because "What if it doesn't sell?" This town is too dense to realize that risks must be taken and to make money, one must spend it first.
Also, besides the close-minded bureaucrats who control the town, there are those who live on welfare. They own a few dirtbikes, snowmobiles and four wheelers. And you can tell, because their crap is strewn about the lawn in front of their mobile home. And they won't get jobs.
Of course I don't entirely blame them. This town has no jobs. You can work in the hospital or the mill or move out. Perhaps spend time at Wal-Mart or Shop and Save, but those aren't careers.
Rumford is a rundown village and I can't wait to leave it.
"Even if things get a bit to heavy, we'll all float on." -Float On by Modest Mouse
J Kuhl Signing Off
Tuesday, August 01, 2006
Miss Bush
I can remember my last conversation with my jedi pupil when he turned to evil. I caught him on a lava planet called 'Mustafar.' He had changed his name to Darth Bush and sent the Republic into disgrace. When I confronted him with what he had done, Bush replied, "I have brought freedom, justice and security to my new Empire!"
"You're new Empire, George, my oath was to protect the Republic, for democracy!" I shouted.
"If your not with me, then you are my enemy!" Darth Bush responded.
I sighed. "Only a republican deals in absolutes. I shall do what I must." I ignited my lightsaber.
"You shall try!" he arrogantly sneered. And we fought. But I was unable to defeat him, and lucky to escape and go into exile. That was six years ago. Now Darth Bush has taken control of the Republic with an iron fist.
"Get all the fools on your side and you can be elected to anything." Frank Dane
J Kuhl Signing Off
Wednesday, July 19, 2006
Friday, July 14, 2006
How the Universe Came To Be
A long, long time ago, about thirteen billion years ago, God was bored. He already read all his books, and watched all his movies. His jigsaw puzzles were completed and framed in various parts of Heaven. God had nothing to do. So he went down to his library. He found himself perusing the cookbooks when he found an interesting book, "Baking a Universe in Simple Steps" it read. Intrigued, God picked it up and decided to try it out.
He set up his kitchen. Running a finger down the list of needed supplies, he made sure he had enough of everything, tied an apron around his waist and set to work.
"Step 1, Heat a large vat of Nothing over the stove at 400." He got out his largest vat, sat it on the stove top. He then opened a box of Nothing and dumped the contents in. "Let it simmer. Stand back, it may generate a small explosion," the book warned. God did so. He waited about ten minutes and then BANG! He flipped out and started cursing until he got control of his nerves. He moved on to the next instruction, "Step 2, With a large strainer, seperate the Force of Gravity, followed by the Strong Force (Force between atomic protons and neutrons). DO NOT DO THIS OUT OF ORDER! VERY IMPORTANT!" So God did so. "Set the forces aside in seperate containers, shake them up and dump them back in." And God followed. "Let the Universe inflate for a split second and then watch the quarks and antiquarks annihilate each other." God did so, adding more quarks when needed. As this was going on, as per instructions of the book, god strained out electriomagnetism and radioactivity, and then proceeded to clumping the quarks into protons. "Let cool." God turned down the stove. He peered in and found himself with a vat full of nuclei. He then clumped them all up and began constructing matter. He looked at what he made. His universe was finished and he liked it, but he wasn't content.
His good friend, Mike, had a tank full of fish to feed. Mike enjoyed watching these fish and, when not busy with his Archangel duties, he gazed into their shimmering tank and watched them swim all day long. God looked at his universe and said to himself, boy, if I had a tank like that! So he gathered up his matter, and set to work forming stars as a framework to support his fish tank. Then he built a few planets, to be a home for his fish, but he didn't like them. He shaped a crystaline ball of green, white and blue, and he loved it. He carefully had it form at the edge of a moderately warm star. Then he went off into his chemistry lab, grabbed a few amino acids, some water, proteins and such and dumped them on the planet. Then he carefully invented the nucleotide. He made certain that a thunderstorm sent a streak of lightning down on his mixture and out of the pool, crawled a small, photosynthetic bacteria. God was disappointed. He wanted fish, not germs. Then he had an idea. He guided that bacteria into more bacteria, each generation subtly different from the other, eventually leading off into five branches of life. Now God had a tank. And even Mike would rather go to God's house and view God's tank than watch his own. Mike's fish died. God had more than fish. God had giraffes, tigers, bears, rabbits, trees, dolphins, and many others too numerous to mention. He hated, and destroyed, the dinosaurs he accidently generated (dropped too many steroids into the ocean, bumping his arm on his kitchen counter), but he loved his monkeys.
So one day, God decided to tweak their DNA a bit and made them smarter and smarter. Each improvement built on the last. Then God made man. He looked at his humans and then said
"Ooops!"
So isn't it at all possible that this scenario may have occured, that God, using science, created this world? Well, all the evidence points that way anyways.
And yet one always finds some moron advocating creationism in science class, because in the oh-so-holy Bible, God said, "Let there be" and there was. Except that they forget that Genesis was written by a hebrew who had no understanding of science at all. He only wrote down that God created the world and how the writer assumed it was done.
Creationism is not a science. There is very little evidence that supports it and those who do believe in creationism, do so out of zeal for God, not from any scientific standpoint. Schools are to be secular and creationism is in no way secular. Leave it out of public science classes.
How would a hindu think if he was forced to study a judeo-christian theory? I'm sure he wouldn't be happy about it, for two reasons. First, he would believe it was wrong and contradicts his own religious or scientific beliefs. Second, he'd wonder why all the other religions are missing from the science curriculum.
Creationism has no place in a public school, no matter what anyone believes, until there is strong scientific evidence for the theory and it becomes a matter of science rather than religion. But now, it is strictly religion. Leave it out of the science class.
"Nietzsche is Dead" -God
J Kuhl Signing Off
He set up his kitchen. Running a finger down the list of needed supplies, he made sure he had enough of everything, tied an apron around his waist and set to work.
"Step 1, Heat a large vat of Nothing over the stove at 400." He got out his largest vat, sat it on the stove top. He then opened a box of Nothing and dumped the contents in. "Let it simmer. Stand back, it may generate a small explosion," the book warned. God did so. He waited about ten minutes and then BANG! He flipped out and started cursing until he got control of his nerves. He moved on to the next instruction, "Step 2, With a large strainer, seperate the Force of Gravity, followed by the Strong Force (Force between atomic protons and neutrons). DO NOT DO THIS OUT OF ORDER! VERY IMPORTANT!" So God did so. "Set the forces aside in seperate containers, shake them up and dump them back in." And God followed. "Let the Universe inflate for a split second and then watch the quarks and antiquarks annihilate each other." God did so, adding more quarks when needed. As this was going on, as per instructions of the book, god strained out electriomagnetism and radioactivity, and then proceeded to clumping the quarks into protons. "Let cool." God turned down the stove. He peered in and found himself with a vat full of nuclei. He then clumped them all up and began constructing matter. He looked at what he made. His universe was finished and he liked it, but he wasn't content.
His good friend, Mike, had a tank full of fish to feed. Mike enjoyed watching these fish and, when not busy with his Archangel duties, he gazed into their shimmering tank and watched them swim all day long. God looked at his universe and said to himself, boy, if I had a tank like that! So he gathered up his matter, and set to work forming stars as a framework to support his fish tank. Then he built a few planets, to be a home for his fish, but he didn't like them. He shaped a crystaline ball of green, white and blue, and he loved it. He carefully had it form at the edge of a moderately warm star. Then he went off into his chemistry lab, grabbed a few amino acids, some water, proteins and such and dumped them on the planet. Then he carefully invented the nucleotide. He made certain that a thunderstorm sent a streak of lightning down on his mixture and out of the pool, crawled a small, photosynthetic bacteria. God was disappointed. He wanted fish, not germs. Then he had an idea. He guided that bacteria into more bacteria, each generation subtly different from the other, eventually leading off into five branches of life. Now God had a tank. And even Mike would rather go to God's house and view God's tank than watch his own. Mike's fish died. God had more than fish. God had giraffes, tigers, bears, rabbits, trees, dolphins, and many others too numerous to mention. He hated, and destroyed, the dinosaurs he accidently generated (dropped too many steroids into the ocean, bumping his arm on his kitchen counter), but he loved his monkeys.
So one day, God decided to tweak their DNA a bit and made them smarter and smarter. Each improvement built on the last. Then God made man. He looked at his humans and then said
"Ooops!"
So isn't it at all possible that this scenario may have occured, that God, using science, created this world? Well, all the evidence points that way anyways.
And yet one always finds some moron advocating creationism in science class, because in the oh-so-holy Bible, God said, "Let there be" and there was. Except that they forget that Genesis was written by a hebrew who had no understanding of science at all. He only wrote down that God created the world and how the writer assumed it was done.
Creationism is not a science. There is very little evidence that supports it and those who do believe in creationism, do so out of zeal for God, not from any scientific standpoint. Schools are to be secular and creationism is in no way secular. Leave it out of public science classes.
How would a hindu think if he was forced to study a judeo-christian theory? I'm sure he wouldn't be happy about it, for two reasons. First, he would believe it was wrong and contradicts his own religious or scientific beliefs. Second, he'd wonder why all the other religions are missing from the science curriculum.
Creationism has no place in a public school, no matter what anyone believes, until there is strong scientific evidence for the theory and it becomes a matter of science rather than religion. But now, it is strictly religion. Leave it out of the science class.
"Nietzsche is Dead" -God
J Kuhl Signing Off
Monday, July 10, 2006
Like Mike!
Read this:Man says he's tired of being mistaken for MJ
You know what this man has inspired me to do? Sue the Irish. I spent twelve years at school being called a "leperechaun" because I look like a short Irelander. Now I am sick of it. I want it to stop. I've been emotionally and psychologically damaged. (I cry at night and dream of pots of gold at the end of rainbows). I'm gunna take up a lawsuit against the Irish government for the distress being called "leperachaun" has caused me. I'm going for $273,893,236,247,823.37 (American currency). If they had never invented the little guys, I wouldn't be the catastrophe I am today. And to top it off, I'm suing Lucky Charms as well. Every time I see a box on the shelf in Shop And Save, I cringe and remember haunting memories of a distant past, of school yard bullies taunting me in the playground.
Nevermind the fact that I eat Lucky Charms for breakfast every morning (a part of my complete, nutritional breakfast), nevermind the fact that I wear green suits and green top hats and four-leaf clover neckties, nevermind the fact that I have red hair, a red beard and I am 3'2" tall, I am suing Lucky Charms and the Irish for the pain they have caused me. THEY ARE GOING DOWN!!!
"Maybe he should just grow some hair, then he won't look like him. LOL" -FoxZero, member of 3dgs forums
J Kuhl Signing Off
You know what this man has inspired me to do? Sue the Irish. I spent twelve years at school being called a "leperechaun" because I look like a short Irelander. Now I am sick of it. I want it to stop. I've been emotionally and psychologically damaged. (I cry at night and dream of pots of gold at the end of rainbows). I'm gunna take up a lawsuit against the Irish government for the distress being called "leperachaun" has caused me. I'm going for $273,893,236,247,823.37 (American currency). If they had never invented the little guys, I wouldn't be the catastrophe I am today. And to top it off, I'm suing Lucky Charms as well. Every time I see a box on the shelf in Shop And Save, I cringe and remember haunting memories of a distant past, of school yard bullies taunting me in the playground.
Nevermind the fact that I eat Lucky Charms for breakfast every morning (a part of my complete, nutritional breakfast), nevermind the fact that I wear green suits and green top hats and four-leaf clover neckties, nevermind the fact that I have red hair, a red beard and I am 3'2" tall, I am suing Lucky Charms and the Irish for the pain they have caused me. THEY ARE GOING DOWN!!!
"Maybe he should just grow some hair, then he won't look like him. LOL" -FoxZero, member of 3dgs forums
J Kuhl Signing Off
Thursday, July 06, 2006
Wopersons
I was surfing the net the other day. Something caught my eye, a video of comedian Jamie Kennedy tooling on some heckler in the audiance. It starts out with Kennedy telling a joke, involving a waitress. After he says waitress, a feminazi shouts out "They're called servers!" Kennedy stops and then begans to tool on her. He really flips out when he finds out she isn't even a "server." Complete ownage.
Kennedy had every right to slam this woman. Why shouldn't we call servers "waiters" and "waitresses?" Apparently because these two terms somehow engender inequality between male and female. And here we go again, with this politically correct crap. Politically correct does not solve a problem. Politically correct is merely a means of pleasing everybody, which is impossible. PC only hides the problem. Have you ever read the book "1984"? In this book, the world is controlled by three fascist empires. The main fascist group of the book had begun the developement of a new language, Newspeak. And in this language, all shades of gray had been removed, making crimethink, speaking against the state, an impossiblility, unless you said it directly - "BB is ungood (Big Brother is bad.)" Newspeak conveniantly hides the evils of the government from public knowledge by making it much more difficult to speak out against the government. PC also is an attempt to hide the problems of equality rather than do something about it.
Every Christmas, someone argues that it is the "holiday season" rather than the "Christmas season," trying to make sure that ever religion is included. Sounds great. Exactly the point. If everyone is so damned concerned about the words we are using, we forget about the attitudes that seperate our cultures, (and the ACLU conveniently forgets that holiday is a religious word [holy day] which makes them hypocrites). Rather than working hard to ensure it is called a "Holiday tree" (again using the religious term "Holy Day") we should be working hard to change peoples attitudes towards these different groups and try to be a little tolerant of everyone. Let the Christians have their tree. Let the Jews have their manorah.
And we have these feminazi groups that want to change our language into their own Newspeak. Waiter and waitress is to be replaced with "waitron" or "server." Fireman is now firefighter. Women is now womyn or woperson. And I suppose human is now huperson. This does nothing for woman's rights. It merely hides the problem in schematics. And besides that, who cares? About 1 in a million women (womyn I mean) will throw a fit if I call her a waitress or a mailman. They are making a fuss over nothing.
So lets forget the words. When words tell us that there is a problem, there is no need to change the words, there is a need to change the problem. Attitudes need to be changed to be more tolerant of diversity. The words we have in our language work just fine to acknowledge this diversity.
In other news, I have become an alumni of St. Dominic Regional High School as of May 26, 2006 at 7:00 PM. Woo hoo! Now for a long boring summer between now and Daniel Webster's Lonely Hearts Club Band. I still don't know what I think about graduation.
"Wow! Brazil is big!" George Bush to the President of Brazil.
J Kuhl Signing Off
Kennedy had every right to slam this woman. Why shouldn't we call servers "waiters" and "waitresses?" Apparently because these two terms somehow engender inequality between male and female. And here we go again, with this politically correct crap. Politically correct does not solve a problem. Politically correct is merely a means of pleasing everybody, which is impossible. PC only hides the problem. Have you ever read the book "1984"? In this book, the world is controlled by three fascist empires. The main fascist group of the book had begun the developement of a new language, Newspeak. And in this language, all shades of gray had been removed, making crimethink, speaking against the state, an impossiblility, unless you said it directly - "BB is ungood (Big Brother is bad.)" Newspeak conveniantly hides the evils of the government from public knowledge by making it much more difficult to speak out against the government. PC also is an attempt to hide the problems of equality rather than do something about it.
Every Christmas, someone argues that it is the "holiday season" rather than the "Christmas season," trying to make sure that ever religion is included. Sounds great. Exactly the point. If everyone is so damned concerned about the words we are using, we forget about the attitudes that seperate our cultures, (and the ACLU conveniently forgets that holiday is a religious word [holy day] which makes them hypocrites). Rather than working hard to ensure it is called a "Holiday tree" (again using the religious term "Holy Day") we should be working hard to change peoples attitudes towards these different groups and try to be a little tolerant of everyone. Let the Christians have their tree. Let the Jews have their manorah.
And we have these feminazi groups that want to change our language into their own Newspeak. Waiter and waitress is to be replaced with "waitron" or "server." Fireman is now firefighter. Women is now womyn or woperson. And I suppose human is now huperson. This does nothing for woman's rights. It merely hides the problem in schematics. And besides that, who cares? About 1 in a million women (womyn I mean) will throw a fit if I call her a waitress or a mailman. They are making a fuss over nothing.
So lets forget the words. When words tell us that there is a problem, there is no need to change the words, there is a need to change the problem. Attitudes need to be changed to be more tolerant of diversity. The words we have in our language work just fine to acknowledge this diversity.
In other news, I have become an alumni of St. Dominic Regional High School as of May 26, 2006 at 7:00 PM. Woo hoo! Now for a long boring summer between now and Daniel Webster's Lonely Hearts Club Band. I still don't know what I think about graduation.
"Wow! Brazil is big!" George Bush to the President of Brazil.
J Kuhl Signing Off
Wednesday, May 24, 2006
Un-American
I've never been a big fan of the Dixie Chicks, I don't like country music. However, they have been called un-American by so-called "patriots" for their vocal opposition to Bush and the war in Iraq. People destroyed their CD's and radio stations refused to play their music.
American fascism comes alive again. The Chicks were more patriots than the patriots that banned and censored them because of their remarks. Freedom of expression is an elemental right in our constitution and their remarks against Bush are the backbone of democracy. Democracy demands that the voice of the people be heard, whether it be for or against the actions of the current administration. The government must hear the voice of the people to be more in tune with the people, not the people being in tune with the government. That is simply what the band did, voiced their opinions in what should be an open and democratic society, only to be struck down by fascist "patriots." And simply because someone may disagree with what they say doesn't give anyone the right to censor their opinions, a clear violation of the First Amendment.
Censorship is evil. it leads to ignorance and blind followership. The government's actions would be unchecked if we the people could not moniter and argue about the governments actions. We the People are the final check in the system of checks and balances and if our information has changed to block out what the government does not want to hear, we have a fascist government. One cannot censor anyone elses expressed opinion for this reason. We need information to make educated decisions about our nation and our lives and through censorship, this cannot be done. This is the reason behind our Freedom of Speech.
The Chicks action, back in 2003 when they spoke out against Bush was a very patriotic statement, whether you are for Bush or against him. They defend our freedom of speech. So now that they are returning, I applaud them.
In other news, two more days before g-r-a-d-u-a-t-i-o-n. I had a rehearsal today. Scared the crap out of me. Two more days.
"You've gotta love life to have life and you gotta have life to love life. It's what I like to call a vicious circle" - The Stage Manager, Our Town by Thorton Wilder
J Kuhl Signing Off
American fascism comes alive again. The Chicks were more patriots than the patriots that banned and censored them because of their remarks. Freedom of expression is an elemental right in our constitution and their remarks against Bush are the backbone of democracy. Democracy demands that the voice of the people be heard, whether it be for or against the actions of the current administration. The government must hear the voice of the people to be more in tune with the people, not the people being in tune with the government. That is simply what the band did, voiced their opinions in what should be an open and democratic society, only to be struck down by fascist "patriots." And simply because someone may disagree with what they say doesn't give anyone the right to censor their opinions, a clear violation of the First Amendment.
Censorship is evil. it leads to ignorance and blind followership. The government's actions would be unchecked if we the people could not moniter and argue about the governments actions. We the People are the final check in the system of checks and balances and if our information has changed to block out what the government does not want to hear, we have a fascist government. One cannot censor anyone elses expressed opinion for this reason. We need information to make educated decisions about our nation and our lives and through censorship, this cannot be done. This is the reason behind our Freedom of Speech.
The Chicks action, back in 2003 when they spoke out against Bush was a very patriotic statement, whether you are for Bush or against him. They defend our freedom of speech. So now that they are returning, I applaud them.
In other news, two more days before g-r-a-d-u-a-t-i-o-n. I had a rehearsal today. Scared the crap out of me. Two more days.
"You've gotta love life to have life and you gotta have life to love life. It's what I like to call a vicious circle" - The Stage Manager, Our Town by Thorton Wilder
J Kuhl Signing Off
Thursday, May 18, 2006
Who's My Daddy?
Your Daddy Is Darth Vader |
 What You Call Him: Big Daddy Why You Love Him: Because he's your baby daddy |
In other news, I am a moderate.
| Your Political Profile: |
| Overall: 40% Conservative, 60% Liberal |
| Social Issues: 25% Conservative, 75% Liberal |
| Personal Responsibility: 50% Conservative, 50% Liberal |
| Fiscal Issues: 0% Conservative, 100% Liberal |
| Ethics: 25% Conservative, 75% Liberal |
| Defense and Crime: 100% Conservative, 0% Liberal |
"Men!" -Whitney
J Kuhl Signing Off
Oprah's Grand Scheme for World Domination
Oprah Winfrey, the man, the myth, the legend. Has it occured to anyone yet that Oprah commands a force far superior to the US or Chinese militaries? Oprah has power beyond comprehension. She has power beyond even God, peut-etre. She controls the mindless mass of American middle-aged women, a power too often ignored.
Winfrey is a magician with words and guile. She so easily ensnares those aging homebodies, discontented with life, by brainwashing them with juicy gossip on celebrities or new cars for the entire audience. And in a week, she goes on air to announce her success at the Legends Ball in which she, and several other cronies, declare themselves the sole rulers of this her earth. And with their armies of admirers and Oprah at the lead, they will do it!
They must be stopped! Every man must stand up for his rights! He must firm against the rising power of Oprah! Every man who currently controls his household needs to fight back! I'm begging you, keep your wives from the TV!
"I would say the best moment of all [during my presidency] was when I caught a 7.5-lb perch in my lake" -George Bush
J Kuhl Signing Off
Winfrey is a magician with words and guile. She so easily ensnares those aging homebodies, discontented with life, by brainwashing them with juicy gossip on celebrities or new cars for the entire audience. And in a week, she goes on air to announce her success at the Legends Ball in which she, and several other cronies, declare themselves the sole rulers of this her earth. And with their armies of admirers and Oprah at the lead, they will do it!
They must be stopped! Every man must stand up for his rights! He must firm against the rising power of Oprah! Every man who currently controls his household needs to fight back! I'm begging you, keep your wives from the TV!
"I would say the best moment of all [during my presidency] was when I caught a 7.5-lb perch in my lake" -George Bush
J Kuhl Signing Off
Wednesday, May 17, 2006
Mission To Mississippi
Behind me was the forbidding maw of the stage that I knew so well. The ghosts of the old plays flickered behind the ominous black curtains. But that was another story. And at such an early hour, before these dark curtains, another began. There we were, arrayed on the stage for our picture before take-off, the Mission to Mississippi group of 2006, at 5:45, watching flash after flash as parents took an endless stream of pictures.
And there we were, all twenty four of us. Most I had now known for almost four years. Next to me stood Benny, Drama’s stage manager and a good friend of mine who survived AP US History with me. Then PJ, who was once the quietest kid in the class and was now the one with the most backbone, and who desperately wanted to catch an armidillo. And there was Joe, whose good-natured humor kept us from going insane in class as well as on the trip. Jimmy, who caught bumblebees and kept them as pets. And next to him was Devon, who never said much but turned out to be a fun guy to work with. Then Bridget, who played Cinderella in the play Into the Woods, and of course there was that awkward dance with me at the prom. And next to her was Nick Hixon, the son of The General, an avid lover of art, who joined forces with PJ on the armidillo hunt. And there was Amanda, who intelligently screwed up my testimony in the AP English Crime and Punishment trial. Next was Meghan, who, in her first yahtzee game, got three yahtzees in a row. And then Liz, who went to prom with Chuck as an anti-couple alliance and effectively created the most obvious couple of the class. There was Lucas, who worked with me behind the canteen at a fundraiser. And David who was perpetually late to meetings and to school. In front of him was Malley, perhaps the best female athlete in the class. And behind her was Renée who celebrated her birthday down south. And next to her was Julie who played field hockey with Malley. In front of her was Tomiko, the classes most enthusiastic cheerleader. And next to her was Heather who took charge when Mrs. DeAngelis had her accident. Behind her was Tobias, who never said much of anything, except to comment on how ridiculous Ms. Ducey’s AP classes were. And then there was Chuck, the class cynic and my trip buddy, who almost blew up the set of Into the Woods, screwing in a lightbulb. Towering next to him was Nick Stalford, to whom I had bragged to about having a prom date, before she suddenly had to cancel. And next to him was Andrew, who schooled some of the Mississippi kids at basketball, surprisingly. There was Lindsay who probably wasn’t as bad of a driver as she seemed to be, although she did get into a few too many accidents. And next to her, on the other side of me, was Kyle who wished to blow up the internet from an airplane, when I first met him. And then there was me. Mission to Mississippi 2006.
Unfortunately, we weren’t unsupervised. Our leader was Ms. Little, who taught me Algebra I & II and Trigonometry. Mr. Hixon, “The General,” was our bus driver. He was the man at the school who ruled with an iron fist, locking students in detention if they displeased him. He says he slept the best when he drove the bus . . . Mr. Boulet drove the bus for some periods. He taught religion and headed Music Ministry. He taught us about Temptation Pie too. He looked like Mr. Rogers. There was Mrs. Gagnon, who works at St. Patrick’s who was fun to work with. Mrs. DeAngelis, Liz’s mom, who distributed the drugs. Well, Alavert, Dramamine, and Advil anyways. She was the nurse. And on the way back, Mrs. Bourget drove. And danced to the music while driving. I guess I was lucky to live. Oh! There was also Marcel. He brought his guitar and accordian. He was an alumni who had done the trip as a student.
It was an amazing trip that I will never forget. I left on Thursday 14 from school in Auburn ME with 23 other students in my class and a few chaperones. Our mission was to go to Mound Bayou, Mississippi, help the poor, and come back and have a good time while doing so. Our leader was my Algebra teacher, Ms. Little, and our bus driver was our hardlining "General," Mr. Hixon, who takes care of the discipline problems at school.
We left on that Thursday at 6:00 in the morning. It was a long bus trip. By 9 in the evening, we were in Silver Spring, Maryland. By the end of the second day, we were in Knoxville Tennessee, where we went to Good Friday service.
The next day, we stopped in Graceland and saw Elvis's house. Then we went to Beale St. in Memphis. There were some amazing street singers singing "Sittin' on the dock of the bay." and other good songs. And there was an acrobat doing backflips in the street. We ate at BB King's Famous Club, where there were more excellent performers. Beale St. was awesome.
Then when we got back to the bus, we found out, we were robbed. It was the dumbest robbery I had ever heard of. They rifled through Heather's jewelery but took none of it. But they got away with Kyle's Graceland shirt, Jimmy's $200 sunglasses, and my entire backpack, boxers and all. And they took the time to remove my insect repellent before taking the bag. So I had to resupply at Wal-Mart! But they did not take my wallet or my digital camera. They were dumb. Chuck, my buddy for the trip, noted that my shirt read "Life is good" which was kind of ironic at that moment.
Late that night, we arrived at our campground and pitched tents and went to sleep. It was long and interesting day. The next day was easter sunday. We went to mass in Greenville MS. They had a gospel choir. It was amazing. Everyone in the church was getting into the music and the worship and the spirit was so incredible. Even Jimmy, an admitted athiest, wished to see another mass after that. They made northern masses look dull.
After mass, we had an easter egg scavenger hunt at the campground (my team won) and then headed off to Mound Bayou (MB). When we got to the St. Gabriel Center, we cleaned the place up so we could open for business. It took the rest of the day. Then back to the campground to sleep.
On the first day of work I was tasked to a house in MB. My job was to rake the yard and paint over some kitchen stains. Simple. Then after lunch I was tasked to paint a house. My housepainting group had a lot of fun. Marcel, one of the chaperones, and David, got into a paint duel. Marcel was owned. It was funny. We got most of the house painted by dinner. The next day, another group would take over.
The second day, I was tasked to work at Mrs. Dunlap's house. She had a nice looking house, but that was only the cover. The inside was dingy and decrepit. There was poor circulation in the house and I wish I could have done more to it. But my group had to clear away some trees, "to keep peekers away," Mrs. Dunlap said, prune some roses, and paint this house. We hosted lunch for the senior women. They told us stories about their lives. At one table, the two women had about 33 kids if i remember right (maybe it was grandkids). During the lunch, we had some singing. Bridget sang the Ave Maria, Marcel sang Yellow submarine and Joe sang I've Been Everywhere Man for us but these old ladies outsang us with traditional songs such as Wade in the Water. It was so cool to watch and hear them sing.After lunch, it was back to Mrs. Dunlap's house and then dinner. That night, PJ, Nick and I went armadillo hunting. We saw one. It got a way though. PJ saw a raccoon.
The third day, I was back at Mrs. Dunlap's again, finishing the painting and the trees. Our chaparone, Mrs. DeAngelis, kept commenting to Lindsay, who is afraid of heights, that "you'd be alright if you fell five-ten feet" Tobias, the class's quietest kid suddenly opened up, and talked to everyone. He demanded waterbreaks every five minutes and was joking around. He claimed that he was doing the most work. He was fun to work with. He told Lindsay, he never spoke to her because "she wasn't popular enough." We laughed. But later disaster struck. Mrs. DeAngelis fell off a ladder, about five-ten feet, and broke her arm. Heather immediately took charge and we got her to a hospital. My team had to head back to the St. Gabriel center for the rest of the day.
We got to hang out with the citizens of MB. They were all black, they all had a strong black MS accent and they all had a totally different culture than any of the Mission Mississippi kids were use to. They came to us and wanted to hang out with us. We played soccer, basketball, even yahtzee with them. We did this every evening. They were very friendly people.
That night, there was a loud thunderstorm. It sounded as if nuclear bombs were going off. But somehow, I slept through the storm, except for the first few thunders.
The next morning was our last day of work. Mr. Hixon and a group of kids and myself went off to do a few odd jobs, including fixing doors, a wall, and cleaning some mold. The mold was, as gross as it sounds, amazing. We threw on some bleach and an hour of elbow grease and the house looked as good as new. We finished all the projects that day. We got to sleep in the Center due to the rain and some flooding in some of the tents.On the day we left, we cleaned the center again. Then had a barbeque with the community. At 5, we left. Arrived in Lincoln Alabama late at night.
The next day, saturday, we set off for atlanta, which was going to be our side trip. I started to think about it. I remembered something about roller coasters in Atlanta, but I knew that we weren't going to one. Then Renee got excited about six flags. I thought "there is no way" But we did. We went to six flags. Now that was fun.
After six flags, we had dinner at the Hard Rock in Georgia. Then we headed to a hotel. The next day, we started our long trip home. At 12:46:06 AM Wednesday 26, two days after Atlanta, we crossed the Maine border. At 1:30 we were at the school. At 2:30 I was asleep at a friends house. At 10:00, I was finally home.
What did I learn? I learned that if you take a bumblebee, freeze it for ten minutes, and tie a string to it, you can keep it as a pet. Jimmy was talking about that on the bus.
But really, we had a positive affect on this community. We couldn't fix everything. But we were much appreciated. We made lives better in a community 1700 miles away. We made people less fortunate than myself happy. The smile on Mrs. Dunlap's face, when she saw her house, was worth the three day trip and the robbery.
I had a great time.
In other news I went to my Senior Prom last Saturday. I had an excellent time. There is no story about it this year as the prom went well. I danced all night long. I mean, hell, I had a date for one thing. That helped a lot (:
So now the great era of High School is ending. I have 9 days until graduation. And I'm feelling rather manic-depressive about it, sometimes manic, sometimes depressive. But I can't wait to graduate. Get out of the school, get out of Rumford and head forth to the Big Time. Next step is to survive college and then we'll see what will happen. If there is anything I learned in the last four years, its that you can't expect or be prepared for anything, but you must prepare yourself just the same. Life has several unexpected twists that will fly in your face at any given moment and you've got to be ready to do with these twists whatever is necessary to ensure your survival, not only physically, but mentally and emotionally. I mean, hell, I'm going to a whole new world next year. Anything can happen. God help me. I mean it.
"God helps those who help themselves"
J Kuhl Signing Off
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