Rat banging lizard sucking sheep humping pig pooper licking crap sucking suit-and-tie-wearing fornicators of their own mothers.
An unusually bright mood today leads to my more complimentary than usual assessment (see above) of those who endorse and enforce the laws prohibiting people from enjoying the benefits of a few arbitrarily chosen mojos.
Except for the gun battles in the streets I like the current system. People have a choice. They can go tell a doctor their problems and the doctor can prescribe something that alleviates their discomfort. They can then buy Prozac or Oxycontin (both pain relievers of a sort) or any of thousands of compounds derived from herbal remedies, conveniently packaged in safe doses, all designed to accomplish two things: (1) make you feel better and (2) make you think you need the compound. That’s legal, government-endorsed drug dealing.
Another choice is to call up somebody you know who knows somebody who also has stimulants and depressants, also derived from herbal remedies, but whose products and business are (everyone involved hopes) off all radar screens. Punishing this group of people while rewarding the above-described group devours a large chunk of the economies of most communities in America.
Those who don’t want to risk arrest very much choose the first option. Those who don’t want to fiddle faddle around often take the second. It’s simpler, often costs less, and usually procures a product that is more effective and less harmful than the products they want you to use.
Except for the gun battles. There are people who could reduce the incidence of the gun battles by 90 per cent or so overnight. They are the principle targets of my opening cheapshot. I’d sacrifice the convenience of the illegal drug market if I could feel safer getting my medicine.
I hope you click here and read the piece that prompted my unusually bright mood.
When you get there, look specifically at the following story.
Nov. 7, 2010, Tracy Reynolds
Reynosa: Caught behind enemy lines