By Inch, Row By Row...
"My final point about alcohol, about drugs, about pornography; what business
is it of yours what I do, read, buy, see, fuck or take into my body as long
as I don't harm another human being whilst on this planet? And for those of
you having a little moral dilemma on how to answer this, I'll answer for you.
None of your fucking business! Take that to the bank, cash it and take it on
a vacation outta my fucking life." - Bill Hicks
feelings about this country's drug laws is no secret...
They're bat-thwacking insane.
First, to those of you who think America is a "Christian
nation" (and the very group most stern about
drug use) you're actually saying to everybody that
a mistake when he created marijuana or heroin
A mistake. God. Mr. All-Perfect.
to me you're gonna burn a long time for such arrogant
postulating, pilgrim. It's clear
the Big Kosmic Kahuna meant us to enjoy THC and alkaloids,
not to mention most chemicals on Schedule's 1-4, the
same way we currently and freely enjoy alcohol, nicotene
Second, how can you make laws against something
that grows right out of the ground? Especially something
so amazingly useful as hemp? That's a clue, by the
way, that this is one of those Monsanto vs.
Common Sense stories you can find more about on the
net. Basically, you can copyright nylon but not hemp.
Now you get it.
It's clear to anyone except those making a healthy profit
from the War On Drugs that it has failed miserably.
All we've managed
to do is
stuff our prisons to the brim with those who would have eventually
died of their own excesses anyway. This has overburdened
our legal systems and calloused our sense of justice.
There are those who imagine that liberalized drug laws would
lead to rampant drug abuse but look around. How many drunk
people do you see? Booze is legal and can picked up on almost
any street corner but people have learned when and where
to use it. The great majority of people in this country aren't
there's a tiny percentile who will wreck their lives
any available chemical substance. These are not examples
of what can happen to us all. These are the abberations.
The premise of today's Raging Pencils comic may seem
a little far-fetched but just remember what happened
to Sudafed. Mark my words, there will come a day when
some bright spark will figure out how to run an ear
gene sequencer and output something which makes dimethylthiambutene
look like Alka-Seltzer. At which point we'll all suddenly
be buying our Fritos in little latex balloons fresh
and warm from Mexican rectums.
So make recreational drugs, except the ones you can
grow in your back yard, meet the same health standards
as any other drug sold in this country. Tax it accordingly
and drive the monies into public health programs but,
and this is important, don't allow the producers to
advertise the product.
It sounds weird but it would certainly beat the stuffings out of what we have
get our Bill of Rights back.
PS, one tiny little detail should you be so interested. I've
never smoked, used drugs recreationally and I hate the taste
of alcohol. I don't even drink coffee. But I believe, as
does Mr. Hicks, that we should be free to destroy ourselves
in whatever manner we choose as long as it doesn't affect
Or, for that matter, not destroy ourselves at all.