Drug War cont.

I present a link to a rebuttal of government lies, in this case about marijuana.

Here is a simple statement of what should be common knowledge: drugs do not make you do anything.

Here is a libertarian perspective on the injustice of any policy that restricts self-responsibility with regards to medicine: pharmaceuticals and illegal drugs.

Government propaganda extends beyond PSA's and delusional curriculum. Under the table, during the Clinton years at least, network shows received de facto bribes for including sufficiently strong anti-drug messages, and this without informing the public.

What Universal Healthcare Actually Means

Despite whatever squabblings in which politicians might occupy themselves over insurance coverage etc., the truly terrifying face of that is the totalitarian-therapeutic state in development. Given the (specious?) distinction between incarceration and commitment, the ostensibly benevolent extension of treatment to all serves as a means of medically ostracizing political opponents so that dissent becomes in fact a disease and that its victims must be treated with hospitalization and psychotrpoic drugs, for their own good of course.

Free State Movement takes to the high seas

Why bother with giving battle to the invincible apparatus of statism on its terms? The majority of the Earth's surface is still sine imperio, albeit non terra firma. The irrepressible genius of the free man gives us now the means of realizing liberty while avoiding direct conflict: seasteading. The story of the previous post is something of a precursor to this new development. An alternate vision of reality gradually assumes an ever-increasing degree of reality, to the point of becoming more real than the original?

Recondite, Artifical Worlds

This is a brilliant story that, despite some spelling or translation errors, is utterly fascinating.

RIP

Burgundy now has died. May the poor cat have every blessing conceivable. She surely deserves it. As for myself, I am torn between disposition to grief and stoic resolution. I scarcely know how to comport myself.

Unmoving Cat

Poor Burgundy, already living past even my most irrationally hopeful expectations, has spent the entire day unmoving on the bathroom floor, still breathing lightly. However, she scarcely blinks and responds not at all to even the most delicate of pettings. I fear the poor cat is on the verge of death; now, my main concern is whether to bury her in the yard or to cremate her on the the firepit, already stocked from the remains of last year's trimings and my broken-down entertainment center. I despair of yielding any comfort but to myself by comforting her in her last hours, unless she is somehow relieved by my attentions. If only the subjunctive had a future: requiescat in pace et beatitudine.

Greek

Greek, much like Chinese, is a ridiculously arbitrary language. Or, more correctly, it is rather a grouping of dialects. Nonetheless, all the Greek dialects still reflect a linguistic evolution as wild and schizophrenic as the Greeks themselves. Upon learning any rule of Greek, it is immediately qualified with coincidental exceptions that are so abundant that they effectively castrate the initial rule itself. Still, I love the vibrant, diverse richness of the Greek tongue. As a Churchill quote on some board read, "to learn Latin is an honor, Greek a privilege."

Medical Science

I am going to have an MRI this thursday, which makes me genuinely happy that I decided against becoming tattooed. After a certain incident, literally, where I took a great fall, I finally followed up on having my head examined. Just after the incident, what they initially thought was a hemorrhage proved to be merely a calcification upon closer examination. I recently saw, nine months later, a neurologist who has set up an MRI for me. While in conference with her, however, I took the opportunity to probe her informed opinions about all sorts of mind-altering substances. This turn of conversation was actually begun by her inquiring about my level of alcohol consumption as indicated by me on the survey. I corrected her that those numbers were per diem, not weekly. She launched into a diatribe about the effects of alcohol, whereupon I brought up the possibility of green as a healthier, comparatively harmless substitute. She replied that its diminishing effects on long-term memory are well documented. Hence, it will actually make you dumber over time. I replied that numerous treatises make contradictory claims with abundant, credible, and current scientific evidence. I posited the anecdotal and subjective nature of long-term retardation by green and also argued that nothing beholden to the government for funding or approbation could be trusted as impartial since the government had such a dominating interest in justifying its expenditures and vindicating its majesty.
At this point, I cut my losses and moved on to ask about cocaine and amphetamines. She said that cocaine was incredibly dangerous due largely to its vasoconstrictive properties. Essentially, it rotted organs by depriving them of blood. This includes the brain. I asked whether this was due to the cut rather than to white itself. She said that cuts are certainly dangerous, but that pure white itself only increases these dangers. Even one use could potentially be destructive and retarding. I don't know that I'd buy that, given that according to most evidence severe damage to internal organs only comes from regular, long-term usage and, aside from the nasal septum from snorting cocaine, injecting cocaine. Anyway, amphetamines are relatively harmless except when used with long-term regularity where they tend to produce psychosis and all other sorts of bad mental disorders. Finally, I asked about St. John's Wort and was relieved to find out that with the exception of some dietary requirements, and even this is altogether uncertain and more precautionary given certain similarities to antidepressant drugs with those dietary restrictions, it has no real deleterious effects. In short, she said that anything that messes up your mind is bad for you. But what else could she say in her capacity as a practitioner lest she become the victim of pitiless oppression. I've just been reading about GHB, a drug that like mushrooms seems to have no real side effects or body counts. I stand by my claim to her that most problems come from crime and and impurities, both of which spring naturally from the font of prohibition.

Sailing Religiously

This is a truly fascinating site about the possible origins of Greek temples that entirely contradicts conventional wisdom. Read the pdf plan of the book at the bottom.

Ramblings on Hypocrisy

I am a pusher of perfectly legal, incredibly deadly drugs. To those struggling to slip the bonds of an addiction stronger than heroin's, I have several times offered tempatation via the fruit of an all-satisfying fix in the form of a simple, legally regulated pack of cigarettes. In Kanye's words, "drug dealin' just to get by."

The Tangled Webs

What a crazy world we live in...

Mary had a little lamb, little lamb, little lamb, and her coat was white as snow... or some such rambling.

This might substantially change American history. To know that Mongloid Americans were in fact in America at such an early date invalidates all facets of prevailing theory.

The delightful, beloved kitty Burgy still lives, much to my delight and indescribable joy.

Along similar lines of thought, I have recently ordered Joy Pills in order to treat what I, in my amateur opinion, consider to be mild to moderate depression that has afflicted me for several years now (and for treatment of which I have regularly sought a state of drunken oblivion for many months).

Kitty Desperation

Poor Burundy now survives only via water injected into her mouth thorugh a syringe. She refuses to eat or even swallow liquified catfood. At least she will swallow water.

A mere life for Burgundy

My poor cat Burgundy seems on the verge of death. A wonderful calico cat, she has always been friendlier than any dog. She receives her name from my dad's favorite wine, her name being a condition of her initial acceptance. Over the last few years, however, her condition has deteriorated significantly. Already growing more slender from her always tiny size, she is now literally skin and bones. Her vision seems to be mostly gone, and her hearing is far off. In the last few days, she has started to stagger and stumble occasionally while walking. She is so senile now that she approaches and sniffs the dog without even realizing her danger. She is always moving about, restlessly following people around. The other animals leave her alone, so vulnerable that one would think they would jump at the chance to take out a competitor. But this avoidance might lend credence to my dad's belief that other animals stay clear of a death-bound beast seeking a quiet place to die (it was too early to argue so I didn't mention hyenas, cheetahs, etc. of the omnitheatre videos on the African savannah from my childhood visits to the science museum). The poor wretched kitty now has even stopped drinking and eating. She hasn't touched her food for days and now she appears too debilitated to even lap up water. Maybe dehydration has been making her crazy, but she has lost in the last week or so whatever of a mind she once had. She takes no pleasure in being pet or scratched around the ears or throat. Once a cat who had never meowed, now she utters a high-pitched pitiful cry that I best describe as a soprano's voice cracking even higher. My only lament upon the inevitable is that I have in the last few years so sorely neglected her. If anything could make me believe in an afterlife, in a supernatural, in a perfect and supreme God, it would be Burgundy and Bastiat.

Terror

My father would womanize, he would drink, he would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Some times he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy, the sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. -Dr Evil

I read this quote and was utterly terrified. It was humorous up until the part of accusing chestnuts of being lazy, at which point I thought of those poor rocks enslaved on my plantation.