Thursday, November 24, 2005
Monday, November 21, 2005
as usual more leftist rhetoric, go back to your bong hippie
I think, Who in the hell did I piss off now? Sounds like somebody who thinks they know me but doesn't. After all, I'm no leftist, and I'm more of a Yippie then a hippie. Whoever it is, they're insinuating that I'm committing a crime. And they never even said hello.
I click on the link of the sender, and sure enough, there's a photo of Bubba, a whopping man dressed in hunter camouflage, squatting on an overstuffed sofa while a brown lab paws at his crotch. He's lookin' like a lard turd up a whale's ass, in a living room with retro decor that reminds me of my grandmother's old house at 1733 Vinewood St in Ft. Worth, Texas. Seems Bubba has rustled him uppa website called Good American, a blog purportedly about "truth, justice and the American way". Bubba evidently worships at the bloody shrine of Tom Delay, and spits chaw juice in my guestbook.
I promise to go back to my bong, Bubba. Just as soon as you lock up your fridge, your flag and your white sheet. Mess with this bull, you'll get the horns. And to show I'm a fair sport, here's fifteen minutes of fame for you...
Sunday, November 20, 2005
I don't mind the cutesy names of these sugary covert-ops, so long as enforcement officials make sure their own teeth don't rot away from the saccharine they are swishing. But even if they do develop cavities, I have someone I can send them to...
Friday, November 18, 2005
In Junk the people of The United States are forcefully brought to their senses through the prohibition of junk food. In the book, the junk prohibition brings all the calm reassuring moral fibre that the alcohol prohibition brought in the 1920s. ( I'm being facetious, of course, if Largen can be funny so can I.) The idea that the US Government could conceivably step in to save us from ourselves is not as far fetched as we might like to think, especially with the cautiousness of the post- 9-11 policies, the focus of Homeland Security and The Patriot Act. More and more of the freedoms Americans take for granted are eroding away.
The question, "How safe are our personal freedoms?" is definitely one of the underlying themes in the book, but there is more to Largen's agenda than that. In addition to Junk, Largen is also co-author of Prescription Pot (New Horizon Press) along with George McMahon, one of seven people in the United States allowed to legally smoke marijuana in the United States for medical purposes. He parallels this situation in Junk with a character, George Mabry, one of seven diabetics who can legally inject insulin. Personally, I felt that particular situation was a bit over the top, but isn't that what political satire is supposed to do?
I'm not sure I agree with everything, but Largen's Junk is in the company of Jonathan Swift's "A Modest Proposal," Upton Sinclair's "The Jungle" and George Orwell's 1984. It raises questions in an intelligent, humorous way that have the potential to affect real change. All in all would I recommend Junk? I'd say yes, but take it with a grain of salt, and be careful of who's watching.
If our legislators really want to keep dangerous drugs out of the hands of children, why are they pursuing policies that make it much easier for children to obtain these drugs?
Example... A fifteen year-old boy goes into a convenience store to buy beer and cigarettes, but the clerk won't sell to him because he lacks a legitimate ID (as is required in a regulated market). That boy leaves the store and walks across the parking lot, money in hand. The teen is immediately approached by a local drug dealer, who is more than happy to sell him all the marijuana, cocaine and heroin he wants. No ID? No problem. After all, anything goes in a black market.
In the meantime, our leaders (who are addicted to power and money) continue to support destructive prohibition policies, all in the name of "protecting" our children.
Sunday, November 13, 2005
"Absolutely phenomenal, Junk! The first book ever, that I could refer to as "junk", and be incredibly happy about it. Laughing out loud is simply not avoidable when reading this novel. Once I started on Junk, I could not put it down... When I finished I decided immediately that I would have to have junk everyday. Well, maybe only on the weekends. This book is a must read, and man, everybody's doing it."
Saturday, November 05, 2005
Thursday, November 03, 2005
Had Walters and Tandy known of my first cannabis use at the age of two, would they have thrown me in jail? Nah. They probably would have imprisoned my parents for giving it to me, then tossed my brother and I into the brutal state foster care system, where we could be "cared for" by unqualified burger-flippers paid $5.50 an hour to give us "good" FDA-approved amphetamines and antidepressants, place us in restraints, abuse us, and keep us under control until we were old enough to ship off to jail for using illegal substances (where many foster kids wind up as adults, go figure). All in the name of "protecting the children". Reminds me of George Orwell's sheep. "Legal drugs good, illegal drugs baaaaaaaaaaad!"
In this book, Drug Czar Walters claims, "smoked marijuana has no medical value", and yet the U.S. Government's very own DEA-approved medical cannabis program requires their patients to smoke raw cannabis, and only from a paper tube (for lay persons, a joint). All of the federal patients have received medical benefit from this plant, as their doctors have attested time and time again in their medical reviews, but the government has never performed or published a single study on these individuals receiving the government marijuana. If have a feeling Walters knows this, but isn't talking. He's got pleanty of lies and ad hominum attacks to fall back on though.
Don't sweat too hard, Czar Walters. There will still be a revenue trough once drug prohibition is repealed. Just think, won't it be wonderful?! You will have fewer enemies (at home and abroad). You won't have to worry about the D.A.R.E. program - doctors, family members and recovering addicts are better equipped than cops to give children accurate information about drugs. Your job will get easier. There will be no more cartellions to fight, less bloodshed. No more Kiki Camarenas. Your DEA officials will finally be able to focus resources on regulating production, reducing diversion, enforcing fees and taxes, and preventing distribution of drugs to minors. But if you can't even regulate the product, why incarcerate people for using it? After all, prohibition can't even keep illegal drugs out of the federal prisons. Even with all the security you provide, there will still be staff willing to make a quick buck on the side. It's the capitalist ethos in action. Oh yeah, Czar Walters, one more thing for the record. I don't get a check from George Soros (or Lewis, Sperling, Kampia and company)- and never will, so long as there are strings attached to the cash. Believe it or not, I have too much self-respect to let somebody else call my political shots.
Oh well... At least I know Czar Walters has a sense of humor. Can't you tell by this joyful photo, folks? Gosh, it must feel great to be so moral(istic)!
"It took me a while to read JUNK because, on every page, I cried until I laughed and found reason after reason to do it again. This is word-smithing of high caliber in a language created by the New World Order and hi-jacked and homespun by Mr. Largen into a masterpiece of irony and wit. It ought to be required reading for every high school freshman." - Gatewood Galbraith, author, attorney, revolutionary, and independent candidate
Tuesday, November 01, 2005
By Mary Bergin The Capital Times
You likely have met the food police and -- Good God! -- may even be one of them. This is all about them, and you.
As the Halloween candy groveling begins, and sugar levels spike, it seems fitting to introduce the odd, entertaining and cloying presence of "Junk" by Christopher Largen ($17.95, ENC Press). It's a sugar high in words.
The author -- whose writing credits include the Village Voice, High Times and the Nashville Scene -- spins out a gluttonous assortment of short stories that all deal with attempts to control or eliminate our intake of junk food.
We read of junk food locker searches, junk food dealers, junk food urine tests and legislation to make the food pyramid a mandatory diet. Largen conjures up a new type of prohibition that turns chocolate pudding, Girl Scout cookies and Twinkie wrappers into contraband with extremely sobering consequences.