A Slippery Slope
Just think of how many persons are killed and injured skiing and snow boarding each year nationwide â an average of more than 38 persons per year, according to National Ski Areas Association. One could ask, what does skiing accomplish? What good is skiing? Well, it is fun, it is exciting. Isnât it exciting because the speed creates a sense of risk? If we focused our attention just on hospital emergency rooms, we might think that skiing ought to be outlawed.
It might be an interesting exercise to imagine what the world of skiing would look like if it were outlawed. Imagine who would make skis, how it would be taught, where it would be done. Does anyone doubt that while there would be much less skiing, it would be much more dangerous to those who do ski, than it is now?
I agree that the analogy is appropriate, and I therefore urge you Eric to shut up about the dangers of skiing, lest that too should be taken from us. Because you see, those who seek to save us from ourselves will not recognize the threat of black-market skiing. They will accept casualties as a necessary and temporary inevitability on the road to a world without skiing.
And when that doesn't work, they'll try to flatten out the mountains.
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Dawn of the Meth
From BostonHerald.com:
Deadly meth marching toward New England: DEA battles Midwest scourge before it hits
The Hub is winning the war on crystal methamphetamine thanks to lessons learned from battles waged in the meth-gripped West and Midwest, a top federal drug official said yesterday, but she warned that the addictive drug is on a destructive march toward the East Coast.
Should I start putting sandbags around my house?
If I didnât know better, Iâd be bracing myself for a narcotic sandstorm of crystallized chaos. Iâd be plugging my nostrils with cotton balls and spray-painting "stolen" on my valuables so I canât pawn them.
But Iâm not stupid. I know that meth doesnât "march" anywhere, or make decisions of any kind. Meth doesnât arrive at your doorstep like a military recruiter or Jehovahâs Witness and try to talk you into choosing a new direction in life.
The Herald makes it sound as if meth arrives arbitrarily and just finds its way into your nose or something. Like it instantly turns your life into a horrifying before & after shot, and the survivors can see the trail of debris winding its way back to Iowa as they escape by helicopter.