Here we go again . . . Idiots Continue War on Drugs

MODUS OPERANDI BLOGPOST
Dr. Overbey, 27 January 2010

Here we go again . . .

Today’s NY Times reports that the L.A. City Council voted 9 to 3 to eliminate 80% of the city’s medical marijuana dispensaries and make it illegal to use marijuana in the remaining ones. This is a state that is bankrupt (the government has been paying employees in IOUs and will soon be on the receiving end of the next round of bailouts) and ought to go ahead and just flat-out legalize it (you know, generate revenue, a radical free market concept)—which, of course, will never happen. According to the council members who voted in favor of the measure, the dispensaries are “out of control.” Did you get that? A bunch of people sitting in a building smoking weed to alleviate chronic pain and discomfort are out of control!!! Not the bankers, not the military-industrial complex, not the never-ending and insanely expensive forlorn carnage in Iraq and Afghanistan, not the privatized, overcrowded prisons, not the endless sprawl of highways and cars doing 90mph leading to daily fatalities—no, let’s shut down people doin’ dope!!! That’s what we need! Now we can finally have our country back!

Apparently, people bitch and complain that the dispensaries are too close to schools and parks and residential areas. These same devil-worshipping shitasses have no problem strolling their precious suckshit offspring up and down the aisles of groceries where in the back there is a pharmacy holding tons of drugs way more potent and dangerous than marijuana. If you’re not paranoid about junior gobbling up a handful of xanax while his chubby, obese digits masturbate Playstation all day, why bitch about the weed? Because these people are miserable conservative assholes whose sole purpose on earth is to spread their misery. Boy, it’s great to live in a free country, isn’t it?

Despite that fact the marijuana has been quasi-legal in California for nearly fourteen years and none of the end-of-the-world anti-dope myths have become reality, cold-hearted and brain-dead America insists on holding on to their same vapid and cruel perspectives. If the gateway-drug theory and attendant lies about marijuana had any merit, the whole state of California would be in the midst of a collective heroin overdose by now and their lips would be falling off from too much meth. No one would work, everyone would be sitting around all day eating potato chips and waiting around for a government check. There wouldn’t be newspapers anymore because all the reporters would forget what they were writing down in the middle of their sentences, and everybody would be gay and butt fucking puddles. California’s problems are just like the rest of America’s: people are lethargic because they have poor education streamlined toward lucrative professions and attend increasingly expensive universities where the liberal arts are marginalized more than the needs of poor people in need of health care.

Speaking of, let’s remember this is medical marijuana, and efforts to shut it down are yet another example of how Americans hate the idea of other people feeling good instead of like shit. No one has the right to tell another person what it’s like to live in their body, and if people testify before Congress that using marijuana makes them feel much better than if they don’t, that is as legitimate as health care can get. Not feeling well and being prohibited from feeling better is a horrible life, a perpetual punishment, and testament to how sadistic and hateful the majority of Americans are that they get pissed off at people because they want therapeutic release from depression, anxiety, spasticity, nausea, headaches, insomnia, glaucoma, and other ailments that literally ruin people’s lives. So let’s hear it for the City Council of Los Angeles, determined to make life unenjoyable and escape from unhappiness impossible. After all, if people actually felt good and were happy, then the corporations couldn’t sell happiness. The first step to selling people happiness is to systematically make them unhappy and use force and intimidation to stop them from doing the things on their own without making the corporations richer that make them feel good and happy. Figure it out, fuckheads: there is nothing wrong with smoking weed, it’s a stupid and baseless law to make it a crime, marijuana has indisputable medicinal value, and as a recreational drug it is much better and safer for both the user and society than alcohol. To cling to a prohibitionist stance is worse than thinking a woman’s place is in the kitchen, Blacks are two-thirds human, but not quite as bad as thinking the earth is the center of the universe (not that any organization, like the Vatican, for example, clung to that view . . . just as an example, of course).

In typical I-want-to-be-spoonfed-what-to-think-and-how-to-live-and-constantly-be-smothered-by-authority-so-I-can-defend-my-freedom American fashion, the never-ending line from brain-washed Americans who grew up going to schools meeting drug dogs and cops instead of learning geography and knowing why the year 1776 is somewhat significant is, “I don’t mind you doing something to make yourself feel better, but I object to you using drugs to do so. Why do you have to use a substance?” In other words, these people don’t mind if you do something to make yourself feel better as long as you don’t do something to make yourself feel better. That’s why people use medical marijuana, assholes: it works. Then there’s the frenetic, psychotic, fundamentalist Christians, everywhere teeming like bad bacteria: “If you’re not feeling well, it’s your fault! You need to let Christ in your heart!” Like Christ would give a shit about people smoking weed. Like these angry, foolhardy, zealots care about or emulate Christ in any recognizable way. If you’re angry because people want to do something completely harmless and unobtrusive to your off-the-charts dull and boring conformist lives just so they can feel better and enjoy their limited human existence on the earth, then all I can say is you’re the one who’s sick and needs to smoke a joint. But you won’t do that of course, less you experience what it’s like to actually feel pleasure, and at the same time confront the possibility that sometimes you’re wrong.

Until next time . . . remember, “nothing good is ever going to happen again.”

[posted by Alan because apparently Dave is too retarded to figure out how to post to a format designed for retards. Hopefully he will add some hotlinks in the next few days. -Ed.]