Drugs ‘R’ US?

Might the Opioid addiction crisis, in part, be due to the unhealthy attitudes, which too often get programmed into our subconscious minds? While I’ve managed to steer clear of this prob, there have been too damned many opportunists, who’ve been doing their damnedest to make a druggie out of me… make druggies of us all.

• My age was still in single digits when I first became aware of the tobacco industry’s slick, spurious, multimedia, advertising campaigns crafted to BURY the truth about their addictive, deadly products and BURY their customers, too. They even used to sponsor the ABC network’s prime time kiddie cartoon TV series, The Flintstones. How an exec could’ve ever deemed it appropriate to huckster cigarettes to children had to have been that mercenary’s ‘tude… on steroids.

Of course, such crassness didn’t stop there. The nicotine pushers even colluded with confectioners… persuaded them to manufacture candy cigarettes… i.e., to corrupt kiddies long before they could legally buy the real deal. Back in the early Sixties, I had actually pestered my own father to buy me packs of those faux smokes. Dad had been conditioned so completely by that “smoking is harmless” nonsense that he was neither concerned about his own one+ pack-a-day cigarette habit nor his own son mimicking him / pretending to take drags off these candy coffin nails. Fortunately for me… but not for dad… my listening to him coughing up his lungs (for at least thirty minutes every morning) had completely negated the Madison Avenue ad-men’s “cigarettes are glamorous” fantasy. Of course, I didn’t wind up completely unscathed. The candy version’s sugar content did manage to decay my baby teeth. But far worse, since my father, eventually, smoked himself into an at least two decades too early grave, that prematurely deprived me of his company and counsel.

• Back in the here and now, I find it impossible to watch TV and read periodicals without being inundated by Big Pharma’s, direct to the consumer advertising blitzes. These freaks bombard us with their relentless sales pitches to extol the dubious virtues of their their, by and large, shoddy wares… namely, their barely FDA approved pills, potions and patches. They’re so adept at mind control that their captive, gullible (mostly layperson) targeted victims go rushing off, en masse, to the nearest medical complex to pester the crap out of their doctors… to beg for prescriptions for the latest rage “in-drug”.

It defies credulity that anyone would even consider any drug safe for human consumption upon discovering the typical kilometer / mile long list of (in fine print) side effects… inclusive of depression, diarrhea, loss of libido, cancer and even DEATH! Hmm… just for a moment, let us consider the slippery slope of such side effects… how they might affect patients who are, e.g., popping antidepressants. I mean, what could be more depressing than diarrhea, loss of libido and cancer? Will even more drugs be needed to cure the secondary ailments? Maybe even additional antidepressants to chase away the exacerbated depression? And what about the side effects that the new meds may cause… and on and on and on…

• Two summers ago, I suffered a minor injury, which necessitated a visit to my local Urgent Care Facility. My slashed thumb needed three stitches. End of story? NOPE! To facilitate my recovery, my doctor handed me a multiple paged, computer print-out of instructions… inclusive of a few paragraphs to inform me that, if needed, Hydrocodone… a.k.a. Vicodin… was readily available. Say what? A notoriously addictive, Opioid drug for such a minor injury? I wasn’t even in that much pain. I sure as hell did not want to mess around with THAT! Sure, I realize that toughing out pain is not always an option for everyone. Still, we must worry about anyone who’s so hellbent on getting high that they’ll jump at any chance to cop some legally prescribed, pharmaceutically pure drugs. To be sure, pain is no fun. But, neither is becoming a junkie.

I’m certain there are plenty of similar stories to tell. If you’d like to contribute your own observations to this blog, you are welcome to leave a comment.

 

 

 

A Flag Hugger/Waver Who Embraces UnWavering Vice

PREFACE: That blog topper video features the Trumpster desecrating both the American flag and the Rolling Stones’ track, You Can’t Always Get What You Want. May those Mick Jagger / Keith Richard lyrics prove prophetic… namely… that [1] the fake prez can’t get the overthrow of America… slash… second term… that he wants / lusts after AND [2] come Inauguration Day 2021… true blue American patriots will get the real, honorable presidential successor we so desperately need.

Progressing onward, now, to the remainder of this short read…

 

My schoolteacher parents raised me well. One of their priceless life lessons also serves as a red alert to our global society…

Be wary of superpatriots… especially those who either lust after or actually wield power. Typically, such “flag wavers” and “flag huggers” have EVERYTHING BUT society’s well-being in mind.

Hmm… sound like anyone we know?

You do have my pity if vile / evil leadership is sucking the lifeblood / oxygen from your homeland.

In theory… glorious governance basks and thrives in oversight’s sunlight… its people and book smart, ethical leaders embracing all liberating knowledge and even-handed, equality-minded, forward thinking laws… a truly representative democracy where leaders and leaded… alike… secure cherished freedom, peace and prosperity for themselves / posterity.

In practice… far too frequently… grotesque governance stagnates and suffocates society in sewage and its accompanying pervasive stench. Its ignorant and ignoble, conniving, cowardly, shallow, stick-figure dictators reveling within their pathetic, shadowy, dank, little worlds while [1] hammering in odious, backward laws that shall forever enslave the oppressed, downtrodden masses, [2] fomenting class wars and racial / religious unrest and [3] provoking genocidal, bloodstained,  mushroom clouded, no-win wars / holocausts. And to what end?  Just so these autocratic anuses can snag themselves a nasty dynasty and a fleeting footnote in the annals of history?

To discover what happens next, one need only re-read the previous paragraph… uh… regrettably… endlessly.

• Must what happens next always wind up a vicious cycle?

• Why is it so much easier to destroy than create… for civilization to self-destruct than survive?

 

 

 

 

February Blogcast ~ “The Whole World Is Watching!”

Playback of the above video (prior to reading this blog) will set the proper mood. Now… to put this in DJ parlance…

Catch ya on the other side!

Whew! Can you believe the power and range of Ms. Cristina Ramos’ voice? WOW! The way she belted out that blow-the-roof-off-da-dump cover of AC/DC’s Highway To Hell amply proves she’s truly a force of nature! Considering this vid’s nearly one-year-old, YouTube posting date, her statement was purely musical… not political… totally unrelated to America’s more recent, rocky transition of power.

Even so, I’ve come to consider Ms. Ramos’ abrupt segue of musical genre… from potent operatic to kickass raunch and roll… as emblematic to my country’s regrettable transition from the sane, sober, mellifluous maturity of Constitutional scholar President Barack Obama to the chaotic, whack-a-doodle, whiny infantilism of Constitutional shredder #45.

Now… don’t misconstrue my meaning here. In no way am I maligning hard rock. To the contrary, we liberals (and I suspect even a few moderates, too)… a.k.a. the no longer represented Americans… are hankering for a new, ire inspiring National Anthem such as this… and We must make such a song the rallying cry to energize the picking up steam resistance movement.

Again… don’t misconstrue my meaning here. Above all else, I am a pacifist… and while there’s nothing I’d like to see more than We The People, somehow, some way, smoothing over the new régime’s rough edges through coolheaded, common sense and Constitutional channels… well…

Let’s just say that the dissent will remain orderly so long as these powers-that-be are willing to be humbled by some incontrovertible and damning statistics. Those, which prove only 25% of Americans elected #45 and only 25% of all polled Americans approve of him. Any normal man would realize he’s… uh… to be charitable here… not well liked.

Of course, since words such as “humbled” and “normal” are a bit of a stretch… well… that means there’s now a whole new connotation to those AC/DC lyrics…

“We’re on the Highway to HELL!”

In the political equation… America = We the People. That means We are in for a bumpy ride AND are going to need more music… more rallying songs.

My having come of age during the turbulent Sixties, the following tunes immediately come to mind. My generation oft literally poured into the streets to express our bipartisan outrage… first directed at Democratic Prez Lyndon B. Johnson and, soon afterward, zeroed in on political zero Republican Prez Richard M. Nixon. The societal changes we sought were to establish essential civil rights and put an end to needless war. Regrettably, the new admin is now gleefully gutting whatever modest gains were made during that era.

And that said… it’s time to let the music do the rest of the “talking”.

 

Rolling Stones ~ Street Fighting Man

Graham Nash ~ Chicago / We Can Change The World

Chicago ~ Prologue / Someday August 29, 1968 (“The Whole World Is Watching”)

Tending to some Old Biz…

My apologies for being nearly two weeks late in posting this February BlogCast… we can blame that on my feeling excessively bummed out about the new régime’s takeover overthrow of America. I’ll try not to let them drag me down again.

Onward and upward to the New Biz…

So long as I’m firing off synapses in my brain… my ten fingers are able to navigate my keyboard… and my American freedom persists… my next BlogCast will be on March 1, 2017… stay tuned…