Where were you when Mr. Peanut died? On the phone? On the toilet? In the shower? I was a pro-choicer at that time, so death meant nothing to me (by the way, I was chowing down on a snack). It was not his death that impacted me most, but his resurrection. The way it mirrored the resurrection of Jesus Christ triggered a passion I thought was far gone. From spud to full nut, he made the transition in seconds, begging the question: When did his life begin? Was it at the conception of Mr. Kool-Aid’s seed (his tears), and the ground? The better question is, at what point in this beautiful process do we choose termination over germination? Try to imagine life without #babynut… Yeah, it’s impossible for me too. But if the choicers get their way, that’s what our future could be. Consider this your call to action.