After starting college as a, all in all, pretty straight kid, I delved in to what they called "the counter culture"..... hey, when you do not make the local college football team, ya gotz to do something, right?
So this guy, I think he was the field goal kicker on the team I didn't make, comes back from Christmas break in 1970 with some Black Afghan opiated hashish. Ha! Put a little Santana on the stereo, pop the head phones one....and the next thing I knew, I was trying to throw my stereo out the window.... and I lived in a basement apartment. The next week I bought 4 grams of some blond Lebanese shit that was a lot more mellow. And made my class in Eastern Religions a lot more palatable. That class was weird. Some German dude with a thick accent in a lecture pit for three hours a week talking about Krishna and shit or sitting on a mountain contemplating belly button lint like that was the secret of the universe or something. Well, it wasn't like I was 'hooked' or anything like that, but sometimes I would be buzzed for days.... and then just forget about it for weeks, or months. but I discovered that certain events or activities really really made more sense, or were at least a lot more fun when paired with certain mind altering substances. Like, see, going to a circus with mescaline. Or Easter Sunday services with psilocybin. I think I went to three in a row. The music was great. And river rafting with a half ounce of some really good Panama Red. So for awhile I was kind of pairing things with drugs. Never liked downers, like Qualudes or uppers.... but anyways.... that went on for a few years... and then it just stopped. Oh, don't get me wrong... something nice in a pipe once in awhile is nice.
ok.... where was I going with this? Yessirre Bob. Oh, yeah, Ron Paul.... see how this links?
see how seamless that transition was? Now I could give a shit about Ron Paul... really.... but the way he pretty much said that if you do not have insurance... for whatever reason... too bad... not my problem... not America's problem. So... we take our own risks. I have certainly took some... of all sorts, and I can embrace the idea of taking risks, but there was something very cavalier about the way he said... "not my problem" as if that is all there is to it. So...........
If some rich fucker takes his yacht out in the ocean and it capsizes... "taking your own risks" The Coast Guard should not rescue them.
If some hikers get stuck up in a mountain, and one of them breaks a leg.... no rescue.... "your own risks". If you are going to Grandma's house and you have an accident.... well, gosh, going to Grandma's is risky, see. If some bank goes under because of mismanagement, lies, and deceit and you lose all your money.... well, too bad for you, saving money is risky...... but we need to save the bank, cause, well, there are jobs at stake....and we cannot risk jobs.
Maybe Wolf should have asked him about bank bailouts.
ok... where was I? Oh, Yessireee Bob..... drugs. Well, those lazy hazy crazy days of summer are over.....I am older now.... these days it's just some daily prozac, that shit they give me to fight insomnia... alot of caffeine in the morning and a couple of beers at night to cut the caffeine buzz.... but I swear to god (iffen there is one) the next time I watch a group of eight Republicans spit and froth and foam and fart and quiggle and squirm ..... I am thinking of some orange sunshine acid, with a few shots of tequila, a few tokes of good BC Bud, a couple of bottles of Alaskan IPA....... cause I take my own risks, see, and yessirree bob.... what I really don't like is having eight fucking clowns like those folks making life in America risky for me..... life is tough enough. And those guys are fucking scary risky.
Fuck you Ron Paul.... and I mean that in the most civil way I can. Really.
ok... that said and stuff..... where was I..... hmmm Ron Paul.... Drugs.... yessirre Bob.... see, way back when I still had aspirations to play football, and was still a pretty straight kind of kid.... I read a book called "The Strawberry Statement"
I get that feeling today.... mostly from Republicans and conservatives..... that pretty much says.... "if you do not think my way...... Fuck You.... I do not care what YOU think." America, they tell me... is not about all of the people.... just some... and fuck the rest.
well........ I do like strawberries. So there.
8 comments:
Just seeing the RISK box brought back a lot of smoke-fogged memories for me... I distinctly remember one of my best friends turning over the kitchen table after he invaded a country with 17 armies against one in an effort to simply "get a card" and was turned back. Sixteen losses or ties to the single die of the guy holding the country he needed. We were blitzed, drunk, and under the influence of about seven different narcotics apiece, so it got rather dramatic as his last two armies were slinking back to Egypt or wherever they'd foolishly come from, to the howls of laughter of the hyenias we had become watching the beat-down.
I once marched in the high school band during a parade in DC under the influence of hashish, and to this day absolutely detest Dvorak's "New World" Symphony, and always link it to clapping tourists near the mall in Washington. Never been so thirsty in my life... try playing a trumpet with no spit in your body...
Anyway, great post. I think the Republicans should just pass out handguns to each of the candidates and have a circular duel amongst themselves on stage. I'd DVR that debate... Here are the rules: one the count of three each of you simultaneously aim and fire at one other person on stage. We'll reload during the break as the bodies are being removed, and have another round. Winner takes all.
It's entirely possible that you and my husband were best friends and neither of you any longer remembers it. He would be right at home in your college world.
Me? Oh I was so much better. A small doobie now and then was all my delicate senses would allow. HA.
I didn't try out for football but shared some, only some, of your college experiences, but I certainly share ALL of your feelings re Paul and the rest of the GOP field.
I get your point, okjimm, and you're absolutely right. But doing things like telling oil companies pirate hijackings and hostage takings are their problem, not the taxpayers,' goes against a longstanding but unwritten law here in Murka: profit is privatized but risk and lossea are taxpayers and consumers' responsibility.
("Don't Worry, Be Happy" should accompany this comment. ;) )
for the next debate, i think all 8 of the candidates should be stoned. either drugs or real stones. makes no difference to me.
Risks?!?!?!
That is just for the little people. The putrid crap passing themselves off as republicans do not fool me, the minute something happens to their state or district they will screaming at the top of their lungs for Uncle Sam to come with plenty of money and save them.
Except Ron Paul, that fucker truly believes the shit he says.
That they are taken serious as the possible next president scares the living shit out of me. The bad thing is with Obama an incompetent wussy one of them will be.
Kamchatka, that's the key to world domination.
Some people would be much more entertaining if they dropped some acid before hitting the stage. My guess is they'd probably make more sense too.
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