America Is Lucy

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Dr. Overbey, 27 January 2010

Since I’m not feeling well today and I am even more pissed off than I usually am all the time, I’m going to keep going.

America is Lucy.

What the hell am I talking about? You know damn well what I’m talking about. I’m talking about Lucy, the Peanuts character. There’s this on-going episode where Lucy is holding a football for Charlie Brown (I should write a short story about Charlie Brown trying to get a medical marijuana script in Los Angeles). And what does Lucy do right when Charlie Brown is about to kick the ball, his momentum irreversibly as his kicking foot flies upward? That’s right! She lifts the ball up so Charlie Brown is denied the satisfaction of completing his goal, and, to add injury to insult, loses his balance and falls on his ass.

Now, why does Lucy do this? Because she’s afraid?

No, because she gets off on it. She loves it!

It is simple sadistic joy that motivates Lucy to do this over and over (CB’s gullibility doesn’t make Lucy’s pathology any less pathetic). She loves it and cannot help herself. It is this same disposition that reflects the majority of Americans. I do not believe for a second that Americans behave as they do because of fear. Americans’ problem is not fear, but its Aristotelian opposite: foolhardiness. Americans are not afraid of what they should fear. You ought to be afraid of a totalitarian, corporate government that refuses to give its citizens health care and instead corrals the largest prison population in the history of civilization; but most Americans love it. You ought to be afraid of spending half your waking life in a four-ton piece of medal travelling upwards of 75 mph at close distance to 18 wheelers going even faster; but for most Americans, their love affair with the automobile is an American birthright more sacred than the First Amendment or even life itself (which is why so many Americans die in cars!).

And war. This idea that America has to always be at war because we’re so afraid is a joke. The only reason not to be in a war is that you are afraid. You fear the inevitable widespread death (often of young adults and children, which is especially a waste), relentless misery (but at least diverse, ranging from emotional anguish to malnutrition or even starvation), torture, mutilation, and destruction that comes with war, that is war. If these conditions do not inspire fear, there never has been or will be any justification for not being at war all the time (not that Americans need a justification for anything they do or don’t do; they are, after all, Americans). September 11 didn’t horrify people and turn them off of war and violence; it energized the entire nation and gave the whole country a machine-gun sized hard-on. “Navy seals rock!” exclaimed CBS journalist Katie Couric to the nation in the immediate aftermath, her vagina juice gushing with ovulating glee. Never in my life have I seen this country more motivated and galvanized than in the early Bush-Christ years following the attacks on the WTC and Pentagon. Never will I or any living human see the day when efforts at improving health care or education remotely approach that level of focus and togetherness.

But the majority of Americans never seem to tire of war or the relentless fear that it ought to induce in a sane human being who was not raised by baboons. Instead, war is the power of pride, the fight for freedom, and other abstract nonsense. The last thing it is is the obliteration of the human body and soul. The last thing it is is what it really is, in other words.

Fools rush into situations that are obviously dangerous, pose great risk, and offer no meaningful reward should the fool be lucky and avoid the probable death or injury looming over them. Fools entrust greedy pigs who are complete strangers with their life savings—then continue to believe in the same people and the same system even after they have wrecked the economy and put the fool out of work. After all, there is always someone out there who has it even worse, and when times are tough, Americans can rub one out watching on TV while the next Charlie Brown gets fucked over. “Better you than me!”

Just as Americans don’t live in fear, they are also not stupid, at least in an epistemological sense. Most Americans have jobs (or they did until the collapse of 2008), know how to get what they want, make money, get their W2s filed, and conform in typical compliant American fashion. They know how to manipulate the media and sabotage anything or anyone they don’t like. What motivates Americans is not fear and their flaw is not ignorance but the puerile obsession of having to be better than the other person. And since intuitively most Americans know they are not going to make it rich, they are not going to live the American Dream (which is repugnant as much as it is illusory), but the one thing that can get them through the day is to see the other person punished, humiliated, and shut down. Night after night I see the reflection of blue lights on the walls of my apartment; yes—praise the Fox—another person is off to jail! Hallelujah!

It is also foolhardiness—not fear—that sustains Americans’ appetites for the utterly banal and quotidian—gossip about celebrities, sports games, what people wore to church last week, the latest bullshit digital gadgets that they can finger themselves with. Don’t we have it so great that in America we can just push the enter button after typing in the first three letters of the current month instead of having to spend all that time just typing out the date itself! Wow! Just when you thought life couldn’t get any better! So no one gathers in public space—only fools are not afraid of overlords who want to stamp out public space and make the infrastructure sterile and completely out of proportion to the human body—and makes the time to have an intelligent conversation with one’s neighbors and fellow citizens about the fact that war is a complete waste and an obvious sign of a nation in crisis that has deliberately destroyed its own imagination, that war is bankrupting the country, that our schools are a joke, that our whole way of life sucks. Instead the topic turns to how teachers don’t do real work, anyone can get rich if they work hard enough, liberals sympathize with terrorists, scientists hate America, the planet is bogging down our already-collapsed economy, and Tiger Woods is a fuckaholic . . . which is OK as long as he hits that golf ball good. Bottom line: the majority of Americans are assholes, and they can suck my cunt.

There. I still don’t feel better.

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

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

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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.]