Where are these taxpayer-funded "anti-drug" nuts spreading their farcical "just say no" message to people outside the liquor stores?  "Do your part to stop the alcohol-fueled violence on both sides of the border, ease the burden on our healthcare and criminal justice system.  Stop sending the wrong message to children."

The common thread amongst these idiots is this notion of " drugs and alcohol " . What do you mean drugs " and " alcohol ? You know what they say right ?  " Well , alcohol is legal " .  They have a serious problem distinguishing between " drugs " and " alcohol " . A wall of separation . A healthy number of Cannabis prohibitionists consume alcohol on a regular basis . Some profit from it . If members of Congress were randomly drug tested . Without prior notice . Alcohol would bust their game up . As soon as you hear someone bring " the children " into the Cannabis legalization debate , know that you are looking at deception . Prohibitionists love to play on people`s emotions . The women [ mothers ] . Let`s not deal with facts and reality . Let`s instead make this an emotional issue .  Kid`s will be smoking pot in the hallways at school . Nothing we can do about it . God help us . When you see it , call `em on it . When is the last time you saw a kid drinking beer in the school hallway ? Smoking a cigarette outside the library ?  The prohibitionists rely on deception . That`s all they have . That`s all they`ve ever had . The " drug war  " is rooted in deception . They bring children into the equation to play on peoples emotions . To cause people to throw facts and reality out the window .  " oh nooo, we can`t do that " she yelled .  You give these clowns a reality check by callin`  `em on it .  Some people need to be discouraged from consuming idiocy .

hahahaha that was awesome man great job.

you know, lets just also add to it this - the subculture of the drug world at it's real worst. I think its a subculture, the majority certainly haven't experienced, but I think they are aware of it and I think they, not in a judgemental but in an honest way are afraid of it and rightfully so because it is horrifying. Well for example, obviously im here on the internet and ive seen different public websites with people trying to find drugs, like you can tell these are not cops and they are really doing what they are doing. Now when this happens on these sites 75% of the response is ignorant drug warrior b.s anti drug talk, judgemental commentaries etc. But you also get people that are also looking to acquire as well. The least likely response ive seen is people actually claiming to be able to provide. But more so, what ive seen is stories being shared like people talking about the difficulties they've had in certain places because they dont know anyone; are knew there, etc. etc.

You know on that level, where you want something and the places & persons you are used to getting it from can no longer provide it for some reason, you have exhausted all your contacts, you've got one choice, really, youve got to plunge into the drug world. Let me just say, and i wont get into a long thing about this, but there are so many unbelievable - legitimate - unbelievable things about that. If you tell a normal person about them, they won't believe it. I mean, personally, in doing that, i was put in several situations where i couldve been killed, i was in a position where a deranged crack lover at 6'8 tried to rape me in an abandoned house. I mean, oh i can fill a novel i think of the things that ive seen and done or whatever - that is the real, uh, i dont know i guess you know i think for the person who wrote that stupid comment i think about it and i consider them in this position; trying to find something, going around the streets running into a 6'8 man who says hes seen you around, you mention what your looking for he tells you 'oh i was just on my way to go get some of those anyway!' and you go with them. Mind you your in a city and state youve just come to, are highly unfamiliar with too. You end up in a ghetto that puts the most violent music videos and tv shows to shame, showing you just how completely out of touch those movies etc are. You realize death is a possibility if you do something wrong and  you also realize that everybody knows this too because this place is far too large and operating the way it has so publicly there is noway this entire town essentially is unknown. Its ironically seperated from the "nice" city by a long bridge over water. Furthermore if your not selling and that is to say your not among the over 100 various packs of people standing outside of homes saying "what you need - you can test it - my stuff is real" etc. then you are totally wasted and very blatant - also, most of the females in that place worked for a living - if you know what i mean, and definitely let you know. So your told to wait in the middle of the street, everybody is starring at you, this freakazoid giant guy walks away. He comes back and says he has what you were both looking for. Relief? No. So he says follow me. You end up walking into this abandoned house. You didnt realize there was somehow a functioning lock on the wooden gate the freaky giant dude just opened - and he locked it. So its pitch black, theres no lights, your following this dude. Next thing you know he walks behind a broken down shed. Theres this really out of place branch there and pillows. He wants you to sit on the pillow - hes got a strange accent too and you know, there's something real wierd going on.. But you dont wanna piss him off - nevermind the "stuff" now your worried about something else, is it your life? Not sure what it is, but its something. Anyway, you ask him if he really has "it" because after all, thats what you came to get and you did try to find it all day long to no avail - until now, right? So he says yeah, dont worry. Except, the thing is, you didnt want crack - not that you dont like crack sometimes, not that youve never seen it, not that you care about crack or crack smokers, its just, you know, now its real late and once again, you came here for something else. The dude is basing crack now. Brand new, freshly bought. He  offers you a hit, and, again, you dont want to piss him off because theres something very strange about this guy but at the same time, you're getting frustrated because, you dont know this guy and you dont want to hang out with this guy and youve got a place to go after all this was done anyway and you made up your mind immediately after agreeing to follow this guy that hes real strange, you just wana get your thing and never see him again, while totally understanding that, if in the future some emergency should happen and you once again cant find anything that - so long as everything works out, you'll definitely ask this guy to help you again. But back to the crack pipe cause hes holding it out to you. So you take a hit, but thats it. You pass it back and you ask for what you came for once again and he says yeah, relax. So then he asks you a question. And quite honestly it seems friendly enough - "do you have a brother?" yeah. Then he asks you a question youve never been asked before. So bizarre you can't believe you've heard it, but you realize, because youve been in this game, business, world, whatever, for too long so you know that what you heard was definitely a possibility. He really did ask me, "have you ever had sex with your brother?" You can't say your surpirsed because again, this is the drug world. But, there just is something wierd and wrong to you that that was said, regardless of prohibition & the war. "No." I mean, you wanna answer honest, but you dont want to piss him off either, and you dont want to make this guy feel judge because he is very wierd and you have to consider he may be asking you because he has a brother and he would answer the same question very differently. You say no, and he seems shocked! He asks "you ever been with a man?" And you answer the question honestly. "No, listen, my roommate is gay, and, most of my friends throughout my life are gay. But im not - but i love gay people and i think they're awesome and i wish i was gay but im not." He seems satisfied with that answer as he takes another hit. He then says "but never? You've never, ever even expiermented? not even with your friends? your dad? your brother?" And you once again are stunned, but partially annoyed because your not here to have this bizarre discussion, your here to get something. "No, I never have." He is legitimately stunned by this. He really can't believe what your saying. He takes another hit, and he offers you another hit. Bearing everything else in mind, not wanting to piss him off, etc but you are at the point now where your starting to not care because you want what you came for and so you decline. He takes it better than you thought. He says, "well, let me ask you something else." All of a sudden, that peculiar giant branch that was sitting there? He moves towards it and he picks it up and pushes it aside. There's a giant garbage bag there. Now your kind of worried. Honestly, you are starting to think some strange stuff. Youre starting to think, well maybe this guy is a murderer and maybe he has body parts in that bag? You start realizing your completely alone in the middle of a neighborhood youve never heard of, where anarchy rules and nobody knows you, nobody knows your there. You start realizing, if someone wanted to kill you they could do it and nobody would notice, and if they did, they wouldn't care - worst of all, they wouldn't even say anything. Now your starting to think, maybe there's body parts in that garbage bag. So you start to think wierd stuff like, hey, i haven't seen anything yet and so he doesn't need to kill me but if theres stuff in that garbage bag and i see it, im dead. Before you can do anything though he reaches inside and pulls out a magazine. Its gay porn and he starts flipping through it. You're just so stunned by this that you don't know what to do. Hes flipping through the pictures and says, "does this not turn you on?" and in keeping with not wanting to make this guy feel judged you say, "no, no really it's not my thing." He then says, "let me ask you a question, do you know what fisting is?" And that's enough. You say, "hey, listen man, i just want my stuff really. Whats going on with that?" Now you realize he's getting frustrated and you start to feel a little anxious. "In a little bit. Do you know what fisting is?" And you know what, you don't really care if he's getting upset anymore because, you may be a skinny junky but you're not immobile and maybe you can fight back if you have to. "look man, i've got to leave like, real soon. You know how it is in this town, public trans doesn't run late. I've gotta be going so I just want to get my stuff and go."

And then he says this. "Well, what the hell is that stuff anyway?" .. and you realize in one moment you were completely lied to this entire time - which isn't that shocking, no, its happened thousands of times before in your career, your actually immune to lies, but the thing is - the thing about this one particular lie is, of all the times youve run someone, of all the times you've been run, cheated, given fake stuff, etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. nobody has ever done it quite like this, because the motivation was always stealing your stuff or your money, this guy didn't take anything from you - when you offered him money he said, "no, its okay, its on me, if you want more, then you can buy more." Which again, isn't normal in the world you live in but its not that abnormal that you've never had it happen before. No, you've had lots of things happen but nobody lied to you so they could steal - your time. And now your pissed too because of withdrawals yeah but your not some dumbass drug war fearing AA/NA loser and you accept withdrawals, you learned to love withdrawals because you know that above all the lies of AA/NA/Treatment etc. the only bullet treatment has that is honest whatsoever is withdrawals but even that honest thing they manipulate and lie about. You just are mad because, well, very easily, you failed all day long in this new city and state to find the thing you love the most and you just spent the past 2-3 hours under the impression you'd be getting it only to have one of the most bizarre and yes frightening encounters of your life happen. But anyway, you're here. You're here and these things are really happening. "What? What do you mean man? You don't know? You said that's what we were coming to get? You don't even have it?" And for some reason you go on to explain what it looks like - the various looks of the stuff, the size, shape, color, scent etc. Before you can say anything else he says "Well, does it make you horny?" regardless of how you feel about sex, believing it to be the most stupid, overhyped, boring thing in the world and a stupid corporate tool of America that excites 99% of the population because their stupid sheep and they get excited like rats in cages when its food time when they see sex. Nevertheless, you've had junky girlfriends and you fondly recall making fun of sex loving losers and how youve sat back feeling paradise with them, both of you having sex but putting it in its proper place in the pecking order of lifes great things - indeed, like how they established heroin prohibition on the unproven testimony of those bellevue doctors who claimed heroin users are unlikely to conform - thinking how we must really threaten tradition because we dont care about anything the typical loser does - sex, materialism etc. "Not really man. No." And when you tell him that, he doesn't want to talk about it anymore but now you realize you have got to get the hell out of this creepy place on the double. Youve got no reason to be here anymore. All of a sudden he's talking gibberish about how he knows someone. A 35 year old person in miami who inherited millions of dollars and is a closet homosexual whom this guy knows. He tells you how the rich guy likes to videotape him and people he brings with him and pays them thousands of dollars. He says that you've got to fist him and do other things to him and the fact that ive never done anything homosexual before would get me double the money. See, he's rambling and none of this appeals to you whatsoever, you just let him ramble while you think about what your gonna do. While your thinking you dont realize this guy is standing up to his gigantic full stature now. Your still sitting and as your getting up he's pulling down his pants he says your name and then he says, "you know, my name isn't John." and you are kind of stunned. What the hell is going on now as you get to your feet and this dude is now basically mooning you. He says, "my name's faggot." And now your standing up and your sort of shocked by this all and before you can realize whats going on John, who has now told you he prefers the nickname faggot, has sorta pulled his pants up and is reaching for your groin, as you see that giant, creepy hand coming for your crotch you realize everything thats going on, and sort of realize whats going to happen if you dont take advantage of the fact that you do have total mobility right now. You push John as hard as you can, you may even imagine it's that piece of garbage L Ron Hubbard- I mean Bill W. himself you are invisioning pushing and you run in this total darkness towards that wooden gate. You have no idea whats behind you as you try to open it and then you realize, you sort of remember that John, or Faggot - again, as he likes to be called; locked it, and for some reason at the time you remember justifying it like this; oh it's to keep out people who wanna rob us or cops or whatever. You cant find the lock and you think you hear the sound of jogging roaring louder and louder in your ear as you search for the lock. So you kick and you kick and somehow the wooden door pushes open and now your out in the street.

Yeah, Mr. Canada. Let's just ask the drug people of the drug world to be nice and not do drugs. you dumb ass son of bitch you have no idea what your talking about and how deep this goes. This will never, ever, ever go away. It will never, ever stop. The more you try to stop it, the deeper, the stronger, the worse it will get. The only way to fix it is to legalize everything. Mr. Canada - you wouldn't know. But I would. Trust me.

"Let me just say, and i wont get into a long thing about this,...."

What I read was a plea for education.I don't think anyone disagrees with the concept of educating children about drugs.The problem is with the quality of that education and the age old lies and fear tactics that are being used in many cases.The recent concentration on cannabis has left many kids with a fear of that substance while they seem oblivious to the dangers of prescription drugs and things like heroin and methamphetamine.The conclusions the writer makes are ludicrous.Educating our children is essential.What we need are updated and realistic programs instead of officer friendly and his board of samples and his horror stories.Using fear as a strategy for kids is just plain stupid.

That "comment" by The CJ was very long & rambling, but I think the point was that because of our drug laws, i.e. the prohibition of all drug use that is not strictly medicinal - and they've invaded that territory as well - people who are trying to acquire drugs are often forced into situations that are potentially dangerous, and if not outright dangerous (including the danger of being busted!), they can at their most benign be best described as "the weirdness". Because, it is true, that there tends to be a lot of strange people on the fringes of society who may have some pretty bizarre looks, habits, proclivities, etc. that are not generally considered socially acceptable, if not necessarily illegal, and these folks tend to cling to the underbelly - the seedier sections of cities, the dive bars, the creepy back-streets, the poor neighborhoods, etc. where it is easier to find drugs. 

 

Not all drug use is abuse. Not all abuse is addiction. Adults should be able to decide and act for themselves - without having to venture into "the weirdness" - to obtain drugs for their own personal use. I think a grown man or woman ought to be able to walk into a Walgreen's or CVS drugstrore and buy - uh, some DRUGS! Clean, pharmaceutically prepared, untainted, accurately dosage-calibrated drugs, like morphine.  Less chance of an overdose, poisoning, or just getting ripped off & sold some crap off the street that could be anything, or cut & adulterated with God-only-knows what substances.

 

Seems like I remember some Pure Food & Drug Act that was enacted around the turn of the century to address such issues - if they would legalize at least some of the drugs that are currently prohibited or restricted to prescription, Schedule I II & III drugs, and change them to the same or similar status that over-the-counter medications like Tylenol (which can, by the way, kill your liver pretty easily) or a legal high like alcohol (among the most toxic of substances to the human body, far more harmful to every organ system than marijuana or opiates), it would make things much safer in a number of ways.

 

It would remove the drug market from the criminal world. It would bring down the prices to reasonable, standardized costs that people would not need to steal TVs, snatch purses, rob banks, forge checks, or embezzle from their employers to afford. It would be taxed & regulated, creating income for the federal, state & local government, much like alcohol & tobacco are now. It would no longer present a big source of income for organized crime, drug cartels, the Mafia, whatever. And people would not have to venture intro "the weirdness" like The CJ experienced - clearly an experience that he found traumatic & disturbing at the least, and which carried a potential for physical violence, sexual assault,  & possibly even death!

 

There will always be people who will do too much, too often, or for whom it is much more destructive than for others - as with those who fall into the bottle & become alcoholics. But alcohol is legal, and the great Prohibition, that "noble experiment" in governmental social engineering - clearly did nothing to end alcoholism, (and probably created more alcoholics than before Prohibition) and provided the greatest opportunity for gangsters, mobsters & other true criminals in the course of US History, until The War On Drugs. 

 

Human beings, like most animals, are hard-wired to want to alter their consciousness & sensations with the use of substances derived from nature. It is our nature to do this. Why not make it safe, legal, clean and at least as socially acceptable as going home after work & relaxing with a martini, or drinking some wine with dinner? And keep us out of "the weirdness"!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Let me tell all of you about the "War on Drugs".  My 24 year old daughter is a heroin addict.  She NEVER used marijuana. So the idea that marijuana is a "gateway" drug is ignorant.  Her drug of choice started with narcotics, oxycontin, oxycodone, ect.  She wouldn't go to rehab so when she couldn't get high enough she started shooting up "China white" Heroin.  She has been incarcerated on multiple occasions for stealing, forgery, drug possession, and drug paraphernalia.  This has been going on for 4 years.  She has been court mandated to rehab one time where she learned to manipulate the system by other addicts.  

THE CURRENT DRUG WAR DOES NOT WORK.  IT PUTS DRUG ADDICTS IN THE CRIMINAL SYSTEM WHEN THEY SHOULD BE IN THE HEALTHCARE SYSTEM AS THIS IS A DISEASE THAT LEADS TO CRIMINAL ACTIVITY.  WE NEED TO TREAT THE DISEASE!  

I wake up every morning wondering if this will be the day they find my daughter dead of an overdose.  I really don't think that issue will be resolved in my lifetime, much less my daughters.  I just want people to be aware, educated, and informed of the losing battle in the current "War on Drugs" our government is waging.

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