I got in the office by hitching a ride with our delivery truck. Yep it's a truck but it's comfy enough, with aircon and music and a bit bumpy ride. On our way we passed by a homeless woman with what seems like all her belonging wrapped up in a raggedy bulky bag. She carried it in one hand and the other one holds a plastic water bottle with a dubious looking thick yellow liquid inside. She carry it close to her nose while walking sluggishly. I assumed it was contact cement. It's famous among the street dwellers and nomads. Even the grasa boys can get one. There's no restriction to these cheap hallucination inducing product. I remember the one time that I've watched the late night news. Their focus is the so called rugby boys. Rugby is the famous brand of contact cement. They had an expert who described what will happen to people who are repeatedly exposed to this substance. Their brain mass will literally shrink. And so there's really no hope left to save the people who abused themselves by inhaling contact cement. They're ruined forever. The other time I've watched the late night news they feature abortion. When you abort your child and the doctor literally removes the fetus in your womb they used a device called catheter. This catheter thing is inserted inside you and it pulls/tugs/split piece by piece the fetus in your womb. They say that a two months old fetus is already as big as the size of your fist. And so at the first plunge of that monstrous thing, out came the fetus head. Oh goody, he's dead already. He won't have to suffer an agonizing death of being ripped, limb by limb. But what if the baby's position is "suhi" or the feet comes first? Well that would exciting isn't it? won't you just loved it if at the first plunge out will come one leg and then at the second pull you get the other pair? And oh, I presume the Godless doctor will be collecting the body parts and count it, or examine it carefully.He have to make sure that he got all the parts out. He wouldn't want to cause harm on his patient, after all it's HIS DUTY. The fetus can communicate to his mother, maybe not through our language but in a medium that both of them understands. And if she's not too deaf hearing nothing but her troubles, maybe at the first touch of that cold merciless metal on the fetus's skin he shouted out a cry of help to his mother. And kept on screaming in hurt and confusion until he breaths his last. but hey, abortion doesn't have to be that cruel isn't it? Someone also make used of his God given talents to invent pills potent enough to kill the baby inside the womb. The slut who doesn't want a baby but have sex anyway will only have to take the killer drug and it will do it's work. And so one morning she'll be sitting in her toilet and out came the fetus. Got ya! then hit flush. Flushed the toilet twice more to make sure it's all gone. Afterwards she'll be reading the newspaper. Oh my, someone shot a dog without reason! how cruel.blah.blah.blah.