Sure, carrying a loaded rifle in the car brings with it some risks, especially if you get pulled over. But how would anyone know you have the rifle in your car? No, for the real thrill seeker, it’s better to have something less concealable, like a couple of pot plants in the back seat and some more pot in the “boot.” And the rifle, now we’re talking.
But why stop there? Just as cops are getting used to spotting the “Cell phone swerve,” now seems like a perfect time to employ the ultimate in thrill seeking activities and give them something new to look out for: driving down the highway with two pot plants in the back seat, pot in the trunk and a loaded rifle, all while filming yourself masturbating.
Dare to dream.
Just because I haven’t been posting to the blog and just because there are an abundance of interesting articles out there for a Sunday morning, I decided to do a quick bit of news link blogging for your reading pleasure.
It seems that the low price of gasoline we have right now is sparking some more discussion about raising the gas tax as much as a dollar or more. As much as it’s fairly proven that higher gas prices did indeed cause Americans to curb their gas consumption and even buy hybrid cars, I think this is bad for an entirely different reason. That reason is that such a high tax on gasoline would inevitably make gas tax policy the fail-safe topic of Republican discourse for years to come, even more so than the Great Society policies which have an immediate positive impact on lower-wage voters that make up their base.
And one can hardly speak of gasoline these days without invoking the familiar of Sarah Palin. On that topic, she’s busy once again keeping herself in the spotlight by attacking journalism and making an ass out of herself. Sily Old Governor Grand-MILF! Everybody knows that you can’t attack the media when they’re attacking you.
But there’s another story that may keep her in the news, this one about her (allegedly) drug-dealing in-laws, the Johnson family. It seems that there are investigators and police union people now starting to grumble about political interference in the investigation of Sherry Johnson – mother of Levi, who begat Li’l Redneck, Bristol Palin’s child. Johnson was eventually caught in possession of a Crystal Meth lab. Given Palin’s history, I think we can all safely say that allegations of political interference are just plain crazy-talk.
Meanwhile, Exile on Erickson St has an interesting post up about the political machinations surrounding one highly-unpopular Governor Patterson and the appointment of a new Senator to hill Hillary Clinton’s seat for New York. It seems rather obvious that CK endorsed Obama specifically to make enough of a name for herself to get some juice in New York politics, one way or the other.
But I’m not sure I agree with Rotten in the comments section that putting her into the Senate seat will almost guarantee a Republican in that seat come the next election. That’s one option. The other option is to trade a junior Senator with lots of power for a junior Senator with really only the appearance of power but lots of money and rich friends that will make her a permanent fixture – to our enduring distress – for years to come. If you think Senator Clinton accomplished jack-shit in the Senate (and let’s face it, she did that and less), just wait for Senator Kennedy of New York.
In a country like Afghanistan, where the chief export has for decades been poppies and opium, it should not be at all surprising to find that there are entrenched interests that force a president of that country to walk some fairly tight lines. That’s especially true when the country that put said president into power hasn’t been paying much attention lately. Still, an op-ed by a former State Department official accusing Hamid Karzai of “playing the US like a song” is bound to raise some concerns. . . if not here, than elsewhere in the world where the media pays attention.
Scientists are starting to look at hallucinogens again as a means of therapy and guess what? They work. No shit. They’re starting to look deeper into psilocybin, the active hallucinogen found in mushrooms, which makes sense: that monster of a drug Tim Leary invented – LSD – lasts upwards of fourteen hours, which is a bit much for a single session. . . unless you’re being indoctrinated into an order of Incan priests. Then maybe.
On a side note, I don’t know who the chick is that they interviewed for this piece, but she’s got some seriously weird issues if you ask me. I’ve done a ton of shrooms in my time, but I’ve never felt as though my heart was ripping open.
Seriously, you might want to have a doctor look into that. . .
Christ-a-mighty, kids! Just use a fucking potato if you’re hard up for a piece. . . like a normal person!
3 accused of using Humble corpse’s head to smoke pot | Chron.com – Houston Chronicle
The Kingwood teenager’s story of decapitating a corpse and using the head to smoke marijuana was so outlandish that at first Houston Police Department senior police officer Jim Adkins did not believe it.
Yet, Kevin Wade Jones Jr., 17, appeared almost indifferent as he relayed the bizarre description of his and two friends’ activities at an Humble area graveyard, Adkins said.
John Sacheli turns in a great – if highly verbose – rant, filled with observations on daily life. But hands-down, this one’s my favourite:
» An observation of our society » Pissin in the Wind
They’re even pushing drugs on your kids now. If your kid acts out at school a few times they immediately jump to the conclusion that they need psycho-analysis and the need to be on temperament medication. Little kids shouldn’t be depressed enough to need a pill. Acting out on occasion doesn’t justify giving a kid Ritalin. Maybe some kids need that stuff but there’s a whole lot of them that really don’t. We are creating a society of numbed out legal drug addicts.
You know, maybe they should invent a pill for making you a good parent. Then your kids will turn out fine and maybe all the world’s problems would start to turn around. (Who am I kidding, there’s no money in that anyway.)
I guess goofballs and Ripple Wine don’t count as a drug that makes you a better parent. There goes my master plan. . .
