This Is What Psychotic Horseshit Sounds Like

Because what America really needs is 300 or 3000% more guys like this,
everywhere, and forever? Sh'yeah, as if.

psychotic: a mental disorder characterized by symptoms, such as delusions or hallucinations, that indicate impaired contact with reality.

horseshit:  nonsense, lies, or exaggeration.

QED 

Forgive me.
I had thought the "Dopes for Dope" Party died out in the heroin epidemic of the 1970s. Evidently I was mistaken:

The War On Drugs is stupid

"We've spent a trillion dollars on this boondoggle, we've sacrificed more freedom than you can describe (had to burn the village to save it, and all that), and you still see this:

Federal prosecutors in Philadelphia have seized a container ship operated by the Mediterranean Shipping Co., weeks after authorities found more than $1 billion worth of cocaine on the vessel in what was one of the largest drug busts in American history.

...

On June 17, border agents found 39,525 pounds of cocaine stashed in several containers on the MSC Gayane at the Philadelphia seaport. The street value of the drugs was estimated at about $1.3 billion, making it the largest cocaine seizure by the agency.

One ship, 20 tons of cocaine.  A billion bucks of drugs on a single ship.

It's way past time to declare victory and brings the troops home.  Legalize it all, tax it (use some of the revenue to fund treatment centers) and be done with it.  This sure isn't working.  It's  a stupid game and we shouldn't play."

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Srsly?
Funny you should mention this.

Last night, the entire ER was drugs and alcohol.
Three trauma victims. All hit by drunk drivers.
Two drunks on their own, unrelated to the traumas.
Three homeless crazies with alcohol and an entire pharmacy in their systems.

I had it easy.
I only had the guy stoned on alcohol and five drugs.
And the 20-something 120# chick out of clink for less than a week, after two months in jail, with a heroin and meth habit stretching back to before she was an adult, who required TEN staff members, including all the nursing staff, security, and the unit secretary, just to hold her down to draw blood and establish an IV, whose entire body was covered with track marks, scars, and a network of scarred veins, cellulitis from shooting up, several other raging infections which my impending dinner date prevent me from discussing fully, a blazing temperature, impending life-threatening rhabdomyolysis, and biting, kicking, screaming hysterically, spitting blood at staff, and which patient eventually required full sedation, mechanical ventilation, and an ICU admit, (about $100K of care right there) just to get basic medical emergency care including a CT scan of her brain, of which bill she will pay...$0.

(That she will use every cent she gets her grubby little mitts on to purchase more heroin and methamphetamine until she finally dies is a metaphysical certainty, from this day to that one.
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!)

And this was on a QUIET Tuesday night.
I've only been doing this 25 years, and it's getting worse, not better, as legalization of only pot in a couple of states has demonstrated.

When you're seriously interested in discussing the subject, rather than clinging to such farcical notions, start talking about decoupling the addicted from all social services, including 9-1-1, letting them die on the street, and paying for the bill for clean-up and cremation, and we can talk.

Perhaps even see what happens when you start talking seriously about euthanasia in the brave new world you'd inflict upon us all.

How d'ya suppose that plan will play in Peoria?

As it is now, people here since marijuana legalization are keeping their kids home from the beach, overrun as it is with homeless junkies, because of discarded needles in the sand.

When you have to explain to some mom why her three-year old will probably get Hepatitis A, B, & C, and why she should have all her kids vaccinated as if they were cops or paramedics working Skid Row, give a holler. I want to hear your take on that conversation. I've already delivered it or listened to it delivered twice, this year.

So, should we also "legalize and tax" discarding drug needles on the beach?  Wouldn't prosecuting such things be another "War On Drugs"?? Or should we simply cede all public space to society's dregs and wastrels? How's that cunning plan working out in San Franshitsco and Los Angeles? Or anywhere else?

And if someone doesn't pay the taxes, (hardly an intellectual leap when discussing people into taking drugs) won't the IRS just become the new lead agency in another "War On Drugs"? The EXACT one you say we should never have fought in the first place???

So tell us how this is going to work. {Hint: It's not, as any grade-schooler could explain to you.}
300M+ Americans, and a dozen narco-emperors and cartels await your cogent explanation, were any such thing remotely possible.

Come pull a shift or two in my ER any weekend, and then start talking such utter twaddle as "legalize and tax it".

With all due respect, sir, that's undiluted mountains of horseshit unable to be calculated with existing technology. If reality offends, you have my sincere apologies for inflicting it upon you.

Nonetheless, it is, quite simply, so far beyond absolutely insane as to demonstrate a total psychotic break with the reality in the world.

Doing it the other way around is just another civilizational suicide pact of granting amnesty without building the wall, nor ever intending to.

Just wondering: how did that one work out for this country since 1986?

And another thing:
How many fucktards will be executed for the 20 tons of cocaine?
I'm guessing zero.
See if you can figure out the correlation.
I mention it only because when I checked the list of people executed on Death Row, the number of subsequent offenses, for all of them combined, was still...0.

And since the momentary accounting of drugs in one bust is "another reason to do something civilizationally mortal and totally jackassical, because reasons", please tell me what the death toll in Chicongo is, just since January 1st of this current calendar year, and when we can expect your earnest editorials to decriminalize murder and tax it, whilst simultaneously banning all firearms everywhere, forever.

If you're going to be intelligent, (or, not) please, I beseech you, let's have some intellectual honesty and consistency about it, and get right on those editorials.

Otherwise, you're just showing your ass, and calling everyone on the internet to come and see.
I urge you out of simple humanity to pull up your pants, and stop advertising your deficiencies.
It pains me to even have to undertake to inform you.

We've beaten this horse to death. On your blog and mine. Ad infinitum. Ad nauseum.
Then pounded the molecules remaining until no detectable horselike substance remains.

Legalization is insanity.
Period.

Game.
Set.
Match.
Forever.

(Don't even bother trying to pull "But in the U.S. before 1900..." out of your ass, unless you're going to recount the multitude of ways 2019 is not 1900, and dismantle all of that, first. Starting with everyone else paying for society's fuck-ups, financially, experientially, and metaphysically. You can't handle what that would entail, and I'll match you paychecks on that.)

If you can't dwell and discuss reality as it is, here, now, you have a psychosis, not a solution.

But if you ever want to have an actual WAR on Drugs, rather than a Mutually Beneficial Slapfight With Collateral Damage, let me know. I'm pretty sure we could win a WAR on drugs in about a month, and after that, drugs would be to the 21st C. what Carthage was to Rome after the Third Punic War. (Common Core grads, Google the Fourth Punic War, and get back to me.)

Further steps towards legalization are walking civilization off the plank, in a cocaine/heroin/methamphetamine haze, and show delusional fixation of following the voices in one's head (or the insaniac political platform of a bunch of pothead retards and Ayn Randian idiot savants) despite the obvious evidence of their own two lying eyes. Suggesting seriously that the solution to the War On Drugs is to end it, legalize them, and tax them, is a solution worthy of the mental capacity of Evita Guevara-Castro, and not worthy of anyone with an IQ in the high double-digits or beyond.

Borepatch, I really like you, man, to the extent possible to people who've never met in person.
Visit your blog most every day.
Agree with you far more often than not.
But on this topic, you've quite simply lost your mind, and apparently refuse to go looking for it.
I cannot find a way to sugarcoat that.
Desist, and seek professional help.
I shouldn't have had to say all this.

Whom the gods would destroy, they first make mad.

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