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After weeks of speculation, Brooke Mueller, wife of Charlie Sheen, is in rehab. No one knows for sure what happened this past Christmas between the couple, but Mueller’s stepfather, Jon Fiore, has confirmed that that she is in Two Dreams Outer Banks treatment center
Here’s what dear ole dad had to say:
“She is there. But it’s a recovery place, and it is in a resort setting and the picture I’d like to paint more is that she’s seeking help she wants to, she dealing with this. This is a lot to deal with and I commend her for finally, you know, she couldn’t go back to the house, what is she going to do? With all the problems and the stress?
“She’s getting help and her mother is with her. I commend her for that. The positiveness of this is that she is recognizing that she needs help and she can’t do it on her own.”
“The main thing is it is all about the kids. It really is. These kids are gorgeous, I miss them dearly. I was with them for a month straight and they’re just incredible kids.
“They’re young enough and hopefully this will all be behind them. The kids are still in California with Charlie and the nanny.”
From the moment that Larry Sinclair made public his allegations of his drugs and sex encounter in November 1999 with Obama two years ago, Sinclair has been attacked’ illegally incarcerated and threatened with losing his Social Security disability payments. The Obama thugs have gone too far this time.
From Larry Sinclair.
“Today January 25, 2010 I returned to Social Security as instructed on 1-11-10. This morning Supervisor Lucy Cruz admitted that Social Security LIED in their letter dated January 8, 2010 and that SSA Employee Boothe LIED to my face during our meeting on 1-11-10.
Mrs. Cruz also admitted that I am being investigated based on “agency information” and that SSA will not provide me with any info as to what the allegations made are nor who made them. This is America where the accused has the right to know what they are accused of and by whom.
Today these bastards have picked the sore one too many times. You want to see one crazy individual when they have been pushed one to many times these bastards are fixing to see just that.
Robert Gibbs, Rahm Emanuel , Joe Biden, Barack & Michelle Obama , and David Axelrod are about to find out just what one individual is capable of when you push them from behind too many times.”
Victor Lewis is well known on the Croft. With his bashed-up guitar, he has been ever-present on the streets. We saw him last week looking sharp, and sorted. He gave us this insightful interview.
In several previous posts, I have cited statistics and trends with respect to heart disease, diabetes, cancer, and other chronic diseases that are currently rampant in the Western nations. Historically, in the US and other Western nations, we have relied primarily on prescription drugs to address these and other chronic diseases. But, is that strategy still viable? Let’s consider the following.
Data suggests that in 2005, the total number of prescriptions purchased in the United States was 3.6 billion and in 2006, the average number of retail prescriptions per head was 12.4 (1) In the United Kingdom, on average, people aged 60 and over received 42.4 items per head in 2007, compared to 22.3 items in 1997 – indicating that the average number of prescription items dispensed to older people doubled in a decade in that country (2). Research from Medco Health Solutions Inc. (a company that manages prescription benefits for 1 in 5 Americans) indicates that prescription drug use is on the rise not just among Seniors. In fact, the biggest jump in the use of chronic medications is in the 20-44 year-old age group – adults in the prime of life who are already on the committed path of drugs “for life” for conditions such as Depression, Diabetes, Asthma and ADD (Attention Deficit Disorder), amongst others.
Economist Paul Zane Pilzer (Author, The New Wellness Revolution, 2nd Edition, Wiley, 2007) has an interesting perspective on this rise in the use of prescription drugs. In one of his recent articles, he stated that prescription drugs were first developed by individuals such as Dr. Jonas Salk and Dr. Alexander Fleming – physicians who developed the polio vaccine and antibiotics such as penicillin. These agents either prevented disease from occurring in the first place or cured acute disease relatively quickly. According to Pilzer, however, today about 95% of prescription drugs are “maintenance drugs” – that is, these drugs do not prevent disease, but treat only disease symptoms, and for most individuals (once they are on them) are designed to be taken “for life.” In spite of these traits, the world’s five top-selling prescription drugs (Lipitor, Zocor, Nexium, Prevacid, and Zoloft) presently account for more than $25 billion in sales in the United States alone (3).
TOUGH QUESTIONS THAT MUST BE ANSWERED
In light of the general rise in chronic disease rates (i.e. the rise in new cases of diabetes, heart disease, etc.) in the US and the West, even in the face of an astronomical rise in the use of prescription drugs, the question inevitably arises: If we are so well medicated in the West, why are we still so sick? If prescription drugs alone are the answer to our problems, then why are rates of diseases such as heart disease, diabetes, cancer, and many other conditions generally on the rise?
My answer to the above (apparent conundrum) is that one of the main reasons why chronic disease rates are on the rise in the Western nations is because we are grossly failing to address the fundamental root causes of these diseases to the extent it is possible to do so, given our current state of knowledge. I am not against the use of prescription drugs. I believe that they can be, and often are, life-saving especially in acute situations. However, I am against their excessive use, and abuse, in situations that evidence indicates should be – and can be – ameliorated far more safely with simple nutritional and lifestyle changes. While I believe that there is certainly a right and proper place for the use of prescription drugs, the numbers cited above clearly indicate that our reliance on drugs has become way out of hand. In light of these numbers, I am obliged to confirm Paul Pilzer’s conclusion that of the millions of individuals on “maintenance drugs,” few should be taking them “for life.” Rather, these individuals should be working with competent health professionals to improve their diet and lifestyle to address and overcome the underlying causes of their condition, whenever it is possible to do so.
GETTING TO CAUSES, AND TO LASTING SOLUTIONS
In upcoming posts, I will outline some of the key causes that have made conditions such as obesity, diabetes, heart disease, and cancer nearly synonymous with living in the West, or in Western-style nations. But as daunting as they may seem, these problems have solutions. Through research and time-tested evidence, we have the knowledge today to affect powerfully the prevention of many of these diseases and conditions. If we fail to use this knowledge, we will have made poor use not only of decades of diligent research, but also of our own ability to affect positively and benevolently the state of our health and consequently, the course of our lives.
NOTES
(1) US Prescription Drug Trends
(2) UK Prescription Drug Statistics for Seniors
(3) Pilzer, Paul Zane – From the article, “A Perfect Storm.” Success from Home (Magazine) Vol1, Issue 6.
In 1998 the Canadian government and Natural Health Products industry put out a report, “Natural Health Products: A Shared Vision”. NHP’s were neither food nor drugs, and so required a separate framework. The Health Food industry worked hard to comply with these standards for their license. 41,000 applications were sent in, and to date, 6 years later, 16,000 have been approved.
The government was not ready for the task. They didn’t understand the complexity of the products and had no initial training in how to test and license the ‘mixed ingredients’ products. So, they were backlogged and way, way behind.
Problem is, those product licenses end this April. And the government won’t change the process.
What does that mean to you?
Your choices will be cut to 1/3 of what is available on shelves now. Potentially hundreds if not thousands of people will be unemployed, store shelves will be bare, and another viable, growing industry (28%/year) will be curtailed.
What can you do?
Please sign the e-card provided on this site: Save Our Natural Health Products and get it to your politician ASAP!
Link to find your MP: My MP’s info
Natural Voice blog has good audio to help inform you of this John Harrison is especially informative.
I enjoyed The Lovely Bones! It was better than I expected it to be. Like most Peter Jackson films, it felt a bit long in places, especially when you were waiting an extra ten seconds to see what you already knew was going to happen, but perhaps the fact that I felt the suspense is a positive thing. Also, there was enough of the unexpected and/or uncertain to keep me curious.
The fact that it’s set in the 70s definitely runs in it’s favour. It makes the film artistically interesting and somewhat unique. It seems that most films set in the 70s were either A) made in the 70s or B) about drugs, so The Lovely Bones is somewhat refreshing in this regard.
I was a little bit disappointed by the resolution, being somewhat more inclined toward seeing justice done in the legal sense rather than the “what goes around comes around” sense myself. But that’s just my taste. But it was good to at least see something happen to him.
Anyway I think that’s about all I have to say. It’s worth your money, in case you were wondering. If you wait for it on DVD, then ok, but do make sure you see it!
I’m reading the Weston Price book pretty quickly. I’m about halfway through. I am totally convinced. It’s true that in modern culture, there is something that causes facial deformities and dental deformities. Weston Price focused on the lack of nutrients, but I also suspect the presence of something harmful. In other words, we are lacking something we need, and we are also not protecting ourselves against something harmful. The worst deformities occur with pregnant mothers eating nothing but canned food and white bread. Their children are born with nostrils and sinuses so small that they cannot breathe through their noses, and they become mouth-breathers who probably have sleep apnea as well. I think that heavy metal poisoning might be involved. Cans are made of tin or aluminum or other metals, and that metal gets into the food. Tin is called a ‘metalloestrogen,’ a metal that behaves like the estrogen hormone. I think aluminum might be a metalloestrogen, too.
I haven’t gotten to this chapter yet, but he’s going to talk about the MORAL damage that results from the brain deformities and also, in my opinion, from a Feingold-Diet type of temporary effect that happens immediately if you eat foods full of chemicals, artificial colors, etc, which causes you to become hyper, restless, aggressive, and unable to resist impulses, but only temporarily after eating the food. In the primitive cultures that had healthy, normally shaped faces, the people were also good-natured and happy, and they did not become criminals or sick people with chronic fatigue, depression, and other health problems.
I watched The Matrix again, since I now have my laptop back and it’s got a DVD player. Whenever I watch movies I sometimes have with me another person talking in whispers. They point things out that I didn’t notice before. I never noticed this one incident that happened with Morpheus. I’ve been looking around to learn how to recognize the enneagram type Eight. Morpheus is probably an Eight. Part of the description of healthy type Eight is the strength of their love, a feeling of greatness and largeness in the heart, a feeling of protecting themselves and others with their love, and I was calling this the ‘great heart’ feeling. I don’t recall the exact words they used in the enneagram book, but it was something like that.
So there is a scene where they’ve just gone to see the Oracle for Neo, and they’re running away from the agents. They climbed into the wall, and then Cypher starts coughing because a bunch of dust went in his face. So the agents start shooting into the walls.
At that moment, I heard the whisper voice say ‘I’m not gonna laugh,’ which is one of their frequently used phrases. Sometimes, that means, ‘I’m gonna cry.’ They called my attention to Morpheus and the noise that he made just before he bashed his head through the wall to attack the agents and defend Neo. He makes this loud howl noise, like ‘OAHHHHHHHH!,’ and I almost laugh when I think of it, and you could make fun of it, but in reality, it’s like he’s going to cry, because they’re attacking Neo and he loves Neo and he will do anything to protect him. It’s this powerful expression of feeling so strong, it’s like the feeling itself breaks through the wall as he attacks the agents. I never noticed this before while watching the movie – it was something they called my attention to. It made him seem like a real person in a real situation, like this was something that had actually happened.
I also couldn’t help noticing the huge numbers of people with narrow faces instead of broad faces. I wonder how many of them had to get orthodontic braces, like I did, because their teeth were crowded into the wrong positions. This problem is EVERYWHERE, and now that I know how to see it, I can’t help seeing it. Neo himself, the hero of the movie, has the narrow face. We tolerate seeing the narrow face deformities better than we tolerate the morbid obesity deformity. Morbid obesity hasn’t become normal yet, and we’re not seeing it on our movies and televisions, but the narrow face deformity is so common and has been around for so long it’s viewed as normal. Morbid obesity didn’t exist when Weston Price was studying modern deformities. Obesity is just another deformity that you get through no fault of your own, caused by poisons and malnutrition during pregnancy and infancy, and made worse by drugs that people are using in adulthood, such as psychiatric drugs. Based on what I have read, the worst thing you can do is give babies soy milk formula – this might be what causes severe obesity. I don’t know all of the specific causes yet – however, I know enough to be ABSOLUTELY SURE that obesity is NOT YOUR FAULT. It’s just another permanent deformity, like thalidomide babies born without arms and legs. It’s a horrible deformity caused by poisons and malnutrition in modern culture, which you were exposed to in the womb and in early infancy – something to be angry about, instead of something to feel guilty about. If you are obese, you are the victim of modern culture’s ignorance about how to nourish and protect pregnant women so that they get nutrients they need and are protected against poisons.
Mordor goblins and shire hobbits: The Shire is the example of a healthy primitive people with large, round faces. In the movie you see them in a primitive marketplace and somebody’s pulling along a pig on a leash – I remember that scene – they don’t tell you the exact details of their agricultural economy, but you get the impression that they are using simple, basic foods including both meats and plants. (I am somewhat uncomfortable even using the word ‘pig’ even if I’m trying to talk about a real pig because I always hear voices calling police officers ‘pigs,’ and using offensive pig images, when I myself don’t use that word.) Then, later in the trilogy, you see lots of Mordor goblins, and they have the unhealthy-looking, ugly, narrow, deformed faces and irregular teeth. However, they eat raw meat. It isn’t just a lack of meat in the diet, or a lack of nutrients, that makes the goblins look unhealthy and have violent, antisocial behavior and constant fighting and arguing. I think that maybe the goblins are exposed to chemicals in the Mordor mining operations, like heavy metals and other poisons, which are giving them deformities and antisocial behavior. If I recall, the goblins were more peaceful whenever they lived in the mountains and hadn’t yet been brought to work as Mordor slaves. I’d have to read the book again to find out – I could be remembering wrong. I just vaguely remember that the goblins weren’t always as bad as they are now.
Moviemakers use stereotypes about how people look. I’m starting to think that there is some truth to these stereotypes, that certain types of ‘ugliness’ are associated with overall ill health and criminal behavior and violence. I want to be very cautious about saying that – I don’t want people to start getting judgmental and going around looking for ugly people and assuming that they’re criminals. A fellow sufferer (electronic harassment), AJH at http://tiworld.blogspot.com/ , is always noticing people with the weak chin deformity and other facial deformities, and he strongly dislikes seeing these people. My theory is that the deformities of the face are connected with deformities inside the brain. This is known to be true with fetal alcohol syndrome. Fetal alcohol syndrome creates faces with specific deformities. If the visible deformities are severe, then the brain damage is also severe. If the deformities are mild, then the brain damage is mild. You can tell how badly damaged a fetal alcohol syndrome person is by looking at their face and seeing how many of the deformities they have. I know somebody with FAS and he doesn’t look like the picture I saw of a person with severe deformities, so his must be a milder case.
I want to be careful talking about the facial deformities and how they might connect with brain deformities, because I don’t want people jumping to conclusions and distrusting everybody just because they have a weak chin or something like that. I don’t know the details of which types of facial deformities are associated with which types of brain deformities.
My feeling about this is that it’s good news, not bad news. I’m happy to know this. What if we didn’t know it? What if it was only heredity? You just have bad luck because your mom and dad had bad DNA, and there’s no hope for you or your children at all. Instead, we found out that these deformities are preventable, something we DO have control over. You’re not just unlucky, and you don’t just have bad DNA. It’s something that you can prevent, if you avoid certain poisons, and provide certain nutrients, to pregnant mothers. (I’m still using the concept ‘Nourish And Protect’ as my mental framework – the protective figure and the nurturing figure.) I don’t know enough detail about what kinds of problems can be caused by unhealthy sperm – I know more about the problems that happen if you poison or malnourish a developing embryo. However, Weston Price says that the primitive cultures often gave a special diet to the men, too, if they were planning to become fathers, so they were trying to prevent problems with the sperm as well. Anyway, this is all very good news, not bad news. It means we have control over it.
Weston Price mentioned a transdermal drug incident. An Australian Aborigine was going to wet nurse an orphaned child. This was a grandmother, an older woman, who didn’t have breast milk, and she was going to wet nurse this baby. So she collected insects that lived on a particular tree. She crushed the insects into a paste, and rubbed the paste directly onto her breasts. Within a short time, the breasts were producing milk. I don’t know which was more important, the insects themselves, or the tree that they came from. I’ve read about fenugreek and other herbs used to stimulate lactation. I didn’t know how long it would take to trigger the lactation. From the anecdote, it sounded like it happened very quickly within only a couple of hours. I am also interested in male lactation, something which has been talked about in anecdotes, but isn’t familiar to modern western culture. I think it will probably work the same way.
Sometime last year, I remember an incident where I myself reacted very strongly to a microdose transdermal exposure to fenugreek, when I picked up the bottle off the shelf and held it in my hand and looked at it, without even opening the bottle, and within a few minutes, I felt sexually aroused, and also nauseated and sick in an unpleasant way (the oxytocin hormone, the sexual bonding hormone, makes you feel nauseated and sick – it’s called ‘lovesick,’ I think, or at least that’s how I interpret the word ‘lovesick’) – however, this was dangerous, because the nauseated feeling became very unpleasant, and it transformed into the suicidal feeling. So fenugreek might be dangerous enough to trigger suicide. I recognized the suicide sensation, and I know myself well enough by now, and I recognize drug reactions, so I am able to protect myself whenever something like that happens. I learned the hard way about drugs that cause people to feel suicidal. It’s a physical sensation, an unbearable discomfort, and with me, it’s connected with nausea and stomach sickness. When I got home, I washed my hands thoroughly. Modern western medicine doesn’t know anything at all about transdermal drug absorption or about the strong effects of very small dosages. I want more people to know about this. Suicide and homicide are caused by drugs, and it can even happen with very small dosages. Modern western medicine is ignorant about so many things that are very, very important to know.
I have to do what I came here for: answer some email responses to my ad calling for household help. I wish I could hire everyone who responded. But instead of doing that, I am going to write ads to start a social group where I DON’T pay money to people – they join me because they agree with me. It’s an urge to connect with a large group of people and get them all to do something that I need to get done, which fits with the ‘So/Sp’ theory of my instinctual stacking. I forgot to mention that on the webpage where I’ve been reading about that, ocean-moonshine.net (you have to google that URL – it has an error), they described the ‘motives’ of all the other instinctual stackings EXCEPT FOR the socials. They described motives for the sx/sp (to know the heart, reconcile inner conflicts, etc), sx/so (to have an impact), sp/so, sp/sx, but didn’t say anything about the motives of the so/sp and so/sx. – Wait… Yes they did, it just wasn’t written on a separate line. Okay, it’s just written in the same paragraph, I made a mistake. ‘To attain status within their chosen sphere – the “social climber.”‘ That makes it sound so shallow.
What I experience is a desire to be treated with respect. If I say something, I want people to listen to me, to believe me, to take me seriously, and to do the things that I tell them to do, because I believe that I have special knowledge that a lot of other people don’t have, knowledge that they need and that we all need, for instance about medicine. In the workplace, people don’t have to agree with everything, but I just want to feel like my opinions are AT LEAST being listened to and respected, even if they can’t change their policies.
(For instance, I want them to stop the practice of ending prices with 9 – it’s deceptive and discourteous to the customer – Dollar General Store I found out uses round-number pricing, so I enjoy shopping at Dollar General. They don’t price things at $0.99 at Dollar General. It will be exactly $1.00, or exactly $0.50, etc. I know DG is not trying to trick me, confuse me, manipulate me, and make it harder for me to mentally calculate how much I’m spending, and hard to remember how much something cost, since my short-term memory is unreliable and I can’t remember how much I spent unless I write it down, so I’ll accidentally spend more money than I wanted to because I forgot what the total was, since I had to mentally estimate everything and round it up or down and get myself confused.)
If I get frustrated with my workplace, and I want to start my own business because they refuse to change their policies and do things the way I wish they would (they told us to put the labels on fried chicken facing away from the customer, so that customers have to turn the bags around to see how much it costs, and I think the labels should face forward and be easy to read), it isn’t because I want to be a ’social climber,’ quote unquote. It’s just that I want to have some control over how things are done. My motivation is to get into a position where I am able to control the things that I want to have control over, in the social sphere.
So calling it a ’social climber’ just doesn’t really describe what I experience, from my point of view. I’m not trying to climb up to the top and say, ‘Ha ha, I’m cooler than you are!’ I would want to get into a higher social position so that I don’t have to constantly battle and argue with people over every trivial little detail of every little policy that I disagree with, and I want to just do it my way and get it over with quickly and efficiently. (I don’t have time to write about this, but I’ll mention the book Watership Down, where the rabbits decide to leave the old colony partly because they are frustrated with the existing social order.) I don’t describe that as ’social climbing.’ It’s not Esme Squalor from Lemony Snicket’s books, going along with every fad and doing things because they’re ‘in.’ And it’s not like a psychopathic manipulator who abandons and betrays all their old friends because the old friends aren’t ‘cool’ enough. There are all these really negative stereotypes of a ’social climber.’
Okay, I’m supposed to check my email, I have to do that before I get disconnected.
Okay I watch a lot of TV. But Anthony Bourdain is one of my favorite shows in the universe. Saw this clip on his recent visit to Panama and I am always fascinated by what he decides to put on his show. I obviously had a lot more questions about cocaine after this clip than I ever did in my entire life. Seriously, this would never happen on Food Network so I am super glad that he’s on the Travel Channel. Anthony Bourdain – No Reservations is so much more than just a food show.
My husband told me he feels like he is living with two people: one who loves him and cares about him and one who hates him.
I guess I feel the same way sometimes. I feel like he hates me when he gets high and turns his phone off. But I know he loves me… because I am sitting in a warm house with food that he works very hard to pay for.
And I love my husband. It is cocaine I hate. It has made my heart as raw and tender as his sinuses. It has cost me more than just cash, it cost me the most valuable thing I had in life: feeling safe and protected with the man I married… knowing that nothing could go wrong as long as he was with me. I thought I knew him completely, only to find out there was so much I didn’t know. Life was not perfect before cocaine, but I miss it. Cocaine has stolen a lot from both of us… it has taken our laughter, our thoughts, our worries, our sleep, our peace of mind and our affection for each other.
Every relapse fills me with emptiness… and puts me right back in time to a place I do not want to go. I have had rages that have ruined our door frames and a few inanimate objects. I have had crying jags over nothing, out of nowhere.
I have felt both numb and suicidal. I have actually cut myself. My right arm looks horrible. I probably need help too. I have a lot of the symptoms of PTSD.
The last relapse just upset me so badly I have been having horrible nightmares. I just cannot sleep… and when I do I am very jumpy… he says lay off the coffee, but I have never been this way before… so depressed and distracted and anxious. I do not like the paranoid person I have become. I live wondering when and if it will ever really be OVER… and if not, how long can I do this? Or more importantly, HOW CAN I FIX IT? Unfortunately, I can’t fix it and I know it.
I look at my hand and the absence of that ring perfectly reflects how I feel. I look at our wedding picture and wonder what happened to those kids? They had so much promise and love for each other. I wish I could just go back in time and talk to them for five minutes. A lot changes in 23 years. A lot. But real love doesn’t change… it may ebb and flow, but it never goes away. I look at the groom in that wedding picture and miss him. I look at the bride and blame her. I can’t help it.
I try not to be suspicious of him. He is going to NA meetings of his own free will. I honestly believe THIS TIME he “gets” what it is doing to him and his family. But this morning we had an argument and I was certain I had just pushed him right back into using. I was honestly afraid to call him… afraid of him having his phone off or hearing his voice and knowing I was right. So I guess that is where I am at. Waiting on the other shoe to drop and praying it won’t.
I feel responsible for the argument… I feel responsible for a lot of it… I have taken out my frustration on him, when it isn’t HIM I am angry at. It is the situation. I want him to be happy. I want him to hate cocaine too. I want those rings back on our hands for all the right reasons.
Last night was an eye opener for me. Realizations come at random times. I went out to party and ended the night with the hardest hitting epiphany I’ve had.
I’m done. I have no interest in raving anymore. The scene is dirty, drug filled and time consuming. The Haiti incident is the equivalent of 1 night of raving. I love the people. I love the music. I hate the scene. I can’t do it again.
Special D was amazing, I’ve been wanting to see him for years, and I finally did, and I am happy. Now I can close the book and say fuck the scene until I’m rich and can throw my own shitty parties.
No more all nighters, no more binges. I won’t feed reason to an unjustified cause. Its an escape. I’m tired of escaping. I’m tired of running from my problems and hiding behind bright lights, loud music, and pills.
I start school Tuesday. I can’t wait, I really can’t. Its going to be the fresh start I need. An excuse to disappear from everyone. I just need to figure out my living situation, thats the most important part. Once I have a place to live I can find work close to it and keep up in school. I’ll be fine. I just can’t do this anymore. I drag myself down to the level of bullshit excuses for why I’m fucking up, when really I’m the cause. I’m the reason my life is the way it is. Yeah, other people might have influenced my decisions, but I pulled the trigger on a lot of it.
Its time for a clean slate. Solidarity on the inside. Its time for me to prove I’m not a useless peon. I have a purpose. I have dreams. I have goals. I have drive. I am me.
A senior Iranian anti-drug official has accused the US, Britain and Canada of playing a major role in Afghanistan’s lucrative drug trade.
On the sidelines of an anti-drug conference in Tehran, deputy head of Iran’s Drug Control Headquarters Taha Taheri said that Western powers are aiding the drug trade in Afghanistan.
“According to our indisputable information, the presence of the United States, Britain and Canada has not reduced the dug trade and the three countries have had major roles in the distribution of drugs,” IRIB quoted Taheri as saying on Thursday.
Iranian officials have always criticized Western countries over their policies towards Afghanistan, where poppy cultivation has drastically increased since the US-led military occupation of the country in 2001.
Taheri added that drug catalysts are being smuggled into Afghanistan through borders that are controlled by US, British and Canadian troops.
Some 13,000 tones of drug catalysts are brought into Afghanistan every year as the war-torn country is the producer of 90 percent of the world’s opium.
The UN office on drugs and crime said last month that the 2009 potential gross export value of opium from Afghanistan stood at $2.8 billion.
Iranian police officials maintain that drug production in Afghanistan has had a 40-fold increase since the US-led invasion of the country in 2001.
“More than 340 tones of drugs have been seized all over Iran in the past nine months,” IRNA quoted the commander of the drug squad, General Hamid Reza Hossein-Abadi, as saying earlier this month.
The UN has praised Tehran for its commitment to the fight against drug trafficking.
I swear, I’d lose my head if it wasn’t screwed on tight.
At one point in my life I was obscenely organised and punctual. Now I get into these spirals where time doesn’t make sense.
Because there wasn’t structure during my winter break I spent a lot of time sleeping and doing nothing in particular. I could swear I had another set of prescriptions and had dropped them off at the pharmacy. All I had to do was go pick them up when I was out. The pharmacy is open 24 hours and is at a major hub of all my travels, so it was idiot proof, right? Right up until none of that actually happening.
It’s not like I hallucinated it, I think I just forgot to ask the doctor to write a new one. I had just dropped one off two days prior – some how a month later all that blended into one.
It’s not the end of the world, I called the office an another doctor will write me one. It’s just concerning that I’ve changed so much. On top of this, I’ve also managed to forget to get blood work done to test the drug levels so they can be adjusted to therapeutic levels. It’s having a negative effect on my treatment.
I’ve started using a day timer. I managed to find work and have taken on a student to tutor in math, so I’m going to need all the help I can get. Here’s hoping I can turn my retarded ass around.
Oh, I’ve lost 3 lbs since new years – shit’s going to be alright.
Rather belatedly, I’d like to point readers to an excellent brief by James Cockayne of the International Peace Institute on last month’s UN Security Council presidential statement on global drugs trafficking. Cockayne calls it a “milestone in the global drug control debate, and a turning point in the world body’s approach to the issue.” He writes:
The presidential statement – a political pronouncement by the Council falling short of a binding resolution, but agreed unanimously by its fifteen members – constitutes the first coherent political commitment by the Security Council to tackle the world drug problem based on “common and shared responsibility.” This is code for the idea that demand reduction is as important as reduction of supply. The statement sends a signal that even if the major security implications of drug trafficking fall on production and transit states in the global South, consuming states in the global North also have responsibilities in tackling the trade. While the Council has previously made similar noises in relation to drug trafficking in specific countries such as Afghanistan and Guinea-Bissau, and even the region of West Africa, this is the first time it has ever made such a commitment on a global scale.
UNODC head Antonio Maria Costa focused on trends in the Sahara/Sahel in his address to the Security Council prior to the statement’s release, arguing for greater regional action:
He described how cocaine trafficking from the West and heroin from the East are creating instability and spreading addiction. He said that “we have acquired evidence that the two streams of illicit drugs – heroin into Eastern Africa and cocaine into West Africa – are now meeting in the Sahara, creating new trafficking routes across Chad, Niger and Mali.” He warned that, like in the Andean countries and in West Asia, “terrorists and anti-Government forces in the Sahel extract resources from the drug trade to fund their operations, purchase equipment and pay foot-soldiers.” He also said that drug trafficking in the region is taking on a whole new dimension – becoming larger, faster and more high-tech.
He urged Member States to create a trans-Saharan crime monitoring network to improve information, monitor suspicious activity, exchange evidence, facilitate legal cooperation and strengthen regional efforts against organized crime.
But as Cockayne points out, one of the more impressive aspects of the presidential statement is its call for greater trans-regional action, in particular greater cooperation between Latin America, West Africa and Europe to tackle the drugs trade and associated ills still rapidly expanding in West Africa. In a further nod to supra-regional collaboration, he notes that international efforts to deal with Somali piracy may be instructive in devising new counter-strategies in other regions of Africa.
Finally, Cockayne breaks down the real significance of the statement in practical terms. It will be interesting to see how this plays out over the next few years, but anything that promotes the consideration of drug trafficking within conflict management has to be taken as a hopeful sign.
[T]he Council “invites the Secretary-General to consider mainstreaming the issue of drug trafficking as a factor in conflict prevention strategies, conflict analysis, integrated missions’ assessment and planning and peacebuilding support.” Cutting through the bureaucratic jargon, what this signals is that in future the UN Secretariat will not need to seek a specific mandate from the Security Council to consider drug trafficking in designing and planning field missions.
Instead, the UN Secretariat is now empowered to consider drug trafficking as a potential amplifier of insecurity around the world – and then to work through a range of demand-side and supply-side approaches to support the efforts of states, civil society and sub-regional and regional bodies to tackle the problem.
A secret (that’s not so secret) about me is that I used to sell and do drugs. Like something heavy. And this first picture I took at one of those party spots I used to frequent. It’s a glass chess board that we used to blow mountains on. A few people I used to know may remember those days too when they look at this picture. Whatever it means for them, it represents my next move.
In yet another life I worked for FEMA during Charlie, Francis, Ivan, Rita and Katrina.
For what ever reason you have to bitch about FEMA, I’m sorry and I may even agree with you. But, this isn’t about that.
I don’t have much left from those days, except a heavy case of PTSD and these pictures. Those scenes were as common as every time I blinked. Usually accompanied by sobbing owners or rifle clad National Guardsmen. Not necessarily a good time in my life but I learned more about people in those short years than any other time.
These are a sombre reminder for me of the places I’ve been and the reasons why I can’t go back.
“There’s something happening here
What it is ain’t exactly clear
There’s a man with a gun over there
Telling me I got to beware”
“Paranoia strikes deep
Into your life it will creep
It starts when you’re always afraid
You step out of line,
the man come and take you away”… “For what it’s worth” Buffalo Springfield
Larry Sinclair is being controlled by the Social Security Administration again. Even if Sinclair was not a threat to the Obama Administration, he would still be at the mercy of government bureaucrats. I know about this first hand and will report on this in the near future. This is the spectre of Government run health care. We pay and they control.
The paperback version of Larry Sinclair’s book is now available. Get your copy of only 1000 Signed/Numbered copies of the Paperback edition of “Barack Obama & Larry Sinclair: Cocaine, Sex, Lies & Murder.” http://www.larrysinclair.com/
Perhaps some of you were more skeptical of Larry Sinclair’s story a year ago. Anyone paying attention should find Sinclair’s story very plausible now. Here is Larry Sinclair’s latest encounter with the Social Security Administration.
“Social Security Administration used again to Harass & Intimidate Larry Sinclair: Instant Replay of Joe Biden’s Abuse of Office and mis-use of SSA in 2008.
I have been ill for the past few days and only today felt well enough to go check my mail. In my mail box was a letter from Alvin L. Crummell, District Manager for Social Security Administration.
I have been ordered to appear at the Social Security Office “before January 14, 2010…” for, “…We need to review your SSI record in order to determine that you continue to be eligible to receive benefits.”
I will appear at the office tomorrow, January 11, 2010 (the letter is dated January 8, 2010) with camera and digital voice recorder in hand. I will record the entire meeting which I have every right to do (and will do so for my own protection.)
I believe it is interesting that Social Security wants to now “review” the record when my physical condition has continued to worsen because Medicaid and University of Florida/Shands Jacksonville refuse to perform procedures requested by Doctors.
This “review” and letter is nothing more than an attempt to harass and intimidate me because I refuse to shut up and continue to push Barack Obama to come clean. This never ending harassment by the White House, DCCC and Obama idiots would have made a weaker person go postal already. Well the continued picking at this sore is only going to cause it to fester until the puss explodes. Keep picking!
These continued tactics for more than 2 years now should make people finally realize, I Larry Sinclair have been telling the TRUTH all along and the Obama administration and the DCCC know it.
I will be sending a fax to Barack Obama, Joe Biden, Rahm Emmanuel and David Axelrod at the White House tomorrow making it clear I will devote every minute of my life to destroying Barack Obama if these back door tactics are not stopped immediately and the gutless, lying coward does not man up and either admit or deny my claims against him. I have already called Rahm Emmanuel’s office at 202-456-6798 and will do so when he is in tomorrow to make it clear to him I will not be threatened, harassed or intimidated any longer by the White House and its cowardly lions. Feel free to contact these Chicago Thugs and call them out. Barack Obama and Michelle Obama know the contents of, “Barack Obama & Larry Sinclair: Cocaine, Sex, Lies & Murder” are true and that is the only reason Obama and his funky flunkies Axelrod, Emmanuel, Biden and others continue to illegally use the IRS, Social Security and other agencies to continue to come after me. They failed with their false claim of Blackmail during the campaign, they failed when then Senator Biden made false statements to SSA in June of 2008, and they will fail this time as well.”
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Gay marriage. Once again for the millionth time it’s in the news. But why? Aren’t we over this by now?
Lets look at the arguments.
1. Marriage is sacred. Really? Come on, with all the reality shows where straight people get married, the divorce rate and all those things the idea that heterosexual marriage is sacred and it somehow disgraces it is ridiculous.
2. God is not for it and marriage is based in religion. I’ll be honest and admit I used to think this. BUT, we can not force our religious ideals on others. So when it comes to a pastor doing a gay marriage that is for the pastor and the church body he is a part of to make that call. In other words the individual and than individual group must decide this on their own. We have no right to say others must follow the same religious beliefs or tenants that we do.
3. I (the person saying it) just don’t like gays. (insert your own slur here) This is simple to debunk. Its based only in hate. No real reason for it at all.
4. What else is there? I can’t think of anything.
So what does all this mean? We so often forget that to protect our own rights we have to protect those of others. Even if we don’t agree with them. The key here? As long as it does not hurt anyone, or infringe on some else’s rights. So, do I think it is right to say I can’t pray in public. No. I’m not hurting you. Ignore me, leave me alone, give me basic respect and don’t bother me. And I won’t tell you that you have to pray. You may chose not to. That is fine.
Really this is the same thing. Who is hurt by gay marriage? No one. It should be equal. They should have the same standard of proof and responsibility as straights people. Still have to get divorced if it does not work out, and still get the same benefits as any other straight couple who has taken the proper steps to say “Yes, we love each other and are in a committed relationship with each other.”
I feel there is a big difference between two people living together and two people who are married. By getting married you make it official. You make it harder to just end and harder to just walk away from. You are taking it up to a much more serious level. Any one, gay or straight if they really do love each other should be able to take this public/private/legal step and get married. We can not and should not force consenting adults who are hurting no one, ever, do follow what we think is right, or wrong simple because it is different from our opinion. I don’t want people telling me what I can do in my life and in order to protect my rights I am willing to protect the rights of others. I hope you will too.
What would the Bizarro counterpart (see Superboy #68, 1957 -ed.) of our commander in chief look like? I think this artist rendering in the front door of La Rondalla answers that question.
Note how the artist managed to convey polished chrome features without the use of color. The hand-rendered lens flare effect is very refreshing a post-Photoshop world. Also, the intentional facial asymmetry of the subject allows us to reflect on our own imperfections and embrace them.
Perhaps most amazingly, the piece is dated 6-11-80. This artist was clearly far ahead of his time. I am glad this masterpiece has been carefully preserved in a quality binder sleeve for future generations to enjoy.
A Redlands woman whose sexual harassment complaint against San Bernardino County District Attorney Mike Ramos triggered an investigation is seeking $1.5 million in a claim filed Wednesday.
Cheryl Ristow, an investigative technician with the district attorney’s office, states that she was involved in a 17-month intimate relationship with Ramos that ended in 2005. She claims that she was retaliated against starting in May when it appeared that the affair would be publicly revealed, and has been on stress leave since July as a result.
Ramos issued a brief statement Thursday denying the allegations.
“I continue to vigorously deny these false and politically-motivated accusations and look forward to the truth coming out in a court of law,” he said.
In a phone interview Thursday, Ristow said, “I stand behind my story 100 percent.”
The county began an internal investigation into allegations of sexual harassment and retaliation in August when an employee in the office came forward with a complaint against Ramos. Ristow’s claim identifies herself as the person who came forward with the complaint.
Ristow said in the claim that she and Ramos continued a distant working relationship when the personal relationship ended. That changed in May, she said, when Ramos told her that news of the affair was going to appear in a newspaper article that accused him of multiple affairs.
A month later, Ristow said, she received disciplinary write-ups for “things in the past that were trivial” by a supervisor whom she had asked for advice on the situation.
Ristow also states that around June or July, a senior investigator for the district attorney told her that if she came forward, she would “tank” the office’s case against former Assistant Assessor Jim Erwin.
Erwin is among five former assessor’s officials, including ex-Assessor Bill Postmus, who are facing criminal charges as part of the district attorney’s office’s political corruption probe.
In past statements, Ramos has claimed that the allegations against him are part of an effort to derail that investigation.
“I have no political motivation whatsoever,” Ristow responded in the Thursday interview.
In her claim, she accused Ramos of slander and defamation and said she has suffered physical and emotional trauma as a result of her treatment.
The county has 45 days to review the claim. If it is rejected, Ristow can sue.
Reach Imran Ghori at 951-368-9558 or ighori@PE.com
Join Vincent Zandri, author of the thriller novel, Moonlight Falls (R.J. Buckley Publishing), as he virtually tours the blogosphere in February and March on his first virtual book tour with Pump Up Your Book Promotion!
Vincent Zandri
About Vincent Zandri
Vincent Zandri is an award-winning novelist, essayist and freelance photojournalist. His novel As Catch Can (Delacorte) was touted in two pre-publication articles by Publishers Weekly and was called “Brilliant” upon its publication by The New York Post. The Boston Herald attributed it as “The most arresting first crime novel to break into print this season.” Other novels include Godchild (Bantam/Dell) and Permanence (NPI). Translated into several languages including Japanese and the Dutch, Zandri’s novels have also been sought out by numerous major movie producers, including Heyday Productions and DreamWorks. Moonlight Falls is his fourth novel. He is the author of the blogs, Dangerous Dispatches and Embedded in Africa for RT ( Russia Today TV) which have been syndicated and translated in several different languages throughout the world. He also writes for other global publications, including Culture 11, Globalia, Globalspec and more. Zandri’s nonfiction has appeared in New York Newsday, Hudson Valley Magazine, Game and Fish Magazine and others, while his essays and short fiction have been featured in many journals including Fugue, Maryland Review and Orange Coast Magazine. He holds an M.F.A. in Writing from Vermont College and is a 2010 International Thrillerl. Writer’s Awards panel judge. Zandri currently divides his time between New York and Europe. He is the drummer for the Albany-based punk band to Blisterz. You can visit his website at www.vincentzandri.com or his blog at www.vincentzandri.blogspot.com.
Moonlight Falls by Vincent Zandri (click on cover to purchase at Amazon)
About Moonlight Falls
Moonlight Falls is the Albany, New York-based paranoid tale (in the Hitchcock tradition) of former APD Detective turned Private Investigator/Massage Therapist, Richard “Dick” Moonlight, who believes he might be responsible for the brutal slaying by knife of his illicit lover, the beautiful Scarlet Montana. The situation is made all the worse since Scarlet is the wife of Moonlight’s boss, Chief of Detectives Jake Montana.
Why does Moonlight believe he might be responsible?
He’s got a small fragment of a .22 hollow point round buried inside his brain, lodge directly up against his cerebral cortex. The result of a botched suicide attempt four years prior to the novel’s start, an operation to remove the bullt frag would be too dangerous.
But the bullet causes Moonlight lots of problems, the least of which are the occasional memory loss and his rational ability to tell right from wrong. The bullet frag also might shift at any moment, making coma and/or sudden death, a very real possibility.
Still, Moonlight has been trying to get his life together as of late.
But when Scarlet begs him to make the trip over to her house late one rainy Sunday night to issue one of his “massages,” he makes a big mistake by sleeping with her. Later, having passed out in her bed, he will be rudely awakened by a garage door opening and Jake’s unexpected and very drunken homecoming. Making his impromptu escape out a top floor window, Moonlight will seek the safety of his home.
Two hours later however, he will receive another unexpected visit from Jake Montana. This time the big Captain has sobering news to report. He’s discovered his wife’s mutilated body in her own bed. She’s been murdered and now he needs the P.I. to investigate it in association with Albany ’s “overtaxed” Special Independent Unit before I.A. pokes their nose into the affair. Moonlight takes a big step back. Is it possible he made a second trip to the Montana home-sweet-home and just has no recollection of it? Once there, did he perform a heinous crime on his part-time lover? Or is this some kind of set up by his former boss? Is it really Jake who is responsible for Scarlet’s death? Does he wish for Moonlight to cover up his involvement, seal the case before Internal Affairs starts poking their nose into the situation?
There’s another problem too.
Covering Moonlight’s palms and the pads of his fingers are numerous scratches and cuts. Are these defensive wounds? Wounds he received when Scarlet put up a struggle? Or are they offensive wounds? Wounds he couldn’t avoid when making his attack on Scarlet with a blade? The answer is not so simple since Moonlight has no idea where he acquired the wounds.
Having no choice but to take on the mission (if only to cover his own ass), Moonlight can only hope the answers to his many questions point to his former boss and not himself.
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Albany, New York
140 miles northeast of New York City
I’m escorted into a four-walled basement room by two suited
agents—one tall, slim and bearded, the other shorter, stockier, cleanshaven.
The space we occupy contains a one-way mirror which I know
from experience hides a tripod-mounted video camera, a sound man and
several FBI agents, the identities of whom are concealed. There’s no
furniture in the room, other than a long metal table and four metal
chairs. No wallpaper, no soft lamp light, no piped-in music. Just harsh
white overhead light, concrete and a funny worm smell.
As I enter the room for the first time, the tall agent tells me to
take a seat at the table.
“We appreciate your cooperation,” the stocky agent jumps in.
Out of the corner of my eye, I catch my reflection in the mirror.
I’m of medium height. Not tall, not short. Not too badly put
together for having reached the big four-zero thanks to the cross-training
routine I put myself on not long after my hospital release. Nowadays, my
head is shaved. There’s a small button-sized scar behind my right earlobe
in the place where the fragment of .22 caliber hollow-point penetrated
the skull. I wear a black leather jacket over black jeans and lace-up
combat boots left over from my military service during the first Gulf
War. My eyeglasses are rectangular and retrofitted from a pair of cheap
sunglasses I picked up at a Penn Station kiosk. They make my stubblecovered
face seem slightly wider than it really is. So people have told me.
Having been led to my chair, I am then asked to focus my gaze
directly onto the mirror so that the video man or woman stationed on
the opposite side of the glass can adjust the shooting angle and focus.
“Please say something,” requests Stocky Agent while removing
his suit jacket, setting it over the back of an empty chair.
“There once was a cop from Nantucket ,” I say to break the ice.
But no one laughs.
“You get that?” the taller agent barks out to no one in particular.
“Okay to go,” comes a tinny, hidden speaker voice. “You gonna
finish that poem, Mr. Moonlight?”
“Knock it off,” Stocky Agent orders. Then turns back to me.
“Before we get started, can we get you a coffee? A cappuccino? You can
get one right out of the new machine upstairs.”
“Mind if I burn one?”
Tall Bearded Agent purses his lips, cocks his head in the
direction of a plastic No Smoking placard to the wall.
Stocky Agent makes a sour face, shakes his head, rolls up the
sleeves on his thick arms. He reaches across the heavy wood table, grabs
an ashtray, and clunks it down in front of me as if it were a bedpan.
“The rule doesn’t apply down here,” he says. Then, in this deep
affected voice, he adds, “Let’s get started, Mr. Moonlight. You already
know the routine. For now we just want to get to the bottom of the who,
what, wheres and hows of this train wreck.”
“You forgot the why,” I say, firing up a Marlboro Light. “You
need to know the why to establish an entire familiarity with any given
case.”
Stocky Agent does a double take, smiles. Like he knows I’m
fucking with him.
“Don’t be a dick, Dick,” he says.
I guess it’s important not to take life too seriously. He laughs. I
laugh. We all laugh. Ice officially broken. I exhale some smoke, sit back
in my chair.
They’re right, of course. I know the drill. I know it’s the truth
they’re after. The truth and almost nothing but the truth. But what they
also want is my perspective—my take on the entire Scarlet Montana
affair, from soup to peanuts. They want me to leave nothing out. I’ll start
with my on-again/off-again love affair with my boss’s wife. Maybe from
there I’ll move on to the dead bodies, my cut-up hands, the Saratoga
Springs Russians, the Psychic Fair, the heroin, the illegal organ harvesting
operation, the exhumations, the attempts on my life, the lies, deceptions
and fuck-overs galore.
As a former fulltime Albany detective, I know that nobody sees
the same thing through the same set of eyeballs. What’s important to one
person might appear insignificant or useless to another. What those
federal agents want right now inside the basement interview room is my
most reliable version of the truth—an accurate, objective truth that
separates fact from fantasy.
Theoretically speaking.
“Ask away,” I say, just as the buzzing starts up in the core of my
head.
“Just start at the beginning,” Stocky Agent requests. “We have
all night.”
Sitting up straight, I feel my right arm beginning to go numb on
me. So numb I drop the lit cigarette onto the table. The inside of my
head chimes like a belfry. Stocky Agent is staring at me from across the
table with these wide bug eyes like my skull and brains are about to pull a
JFK all over him.
But then, just as soon as it all starts, the chiming and the
paralysis subsides.
With a trembling hand, I manage to pick up the partially smoked
cigarette, exhale a very resigned, now smokeless breath and stamp the
cancer stick out.
“Everything you wanna know,” I whisper. “You want me to tell
you everything.”
“Everything you remember,” Tall Agent smiles. “If that’s at all
possible.”
Stocky Agent pulls a stick of gum from a pack in his pants
pocket, carefully unwraps the tin foil and folds the gum before stuffing it
into his mouth.
Juicy Fruit. I can smell it from all the way across the table.
By all indicators, it’s going to be a long night.
“I think I’ll take that cappuccino after all,” I say.
For the first time since entering the interview room, I feel the
muscles in my face constricting. I know without looking that my
expression has turned into something miles away from shiny happy. I’m
dead serious.
Read what critics are saying about Moonlight Falls!
“Tough, hard-boiled noir delivered with the kind of fast-paced taut action that represents the best of the genre, Vince Zandri’s Moonlight Falls gives us the kind of protagonist series are built on. “Get your protagonist up a tree and throw rocks at him” is advice given to novelists from Day One: Zandri’s character Richard Moonlight isn’t up a tree; he’s up a Sequoia and those aren’t rocks being thrown at him—they’re boulders shot out of a cannon. It’s become a cliche to say “I couldn’t put it down,” but in this case, it applies. Not knowing if his next minute might be his last to draw breath—with a bullet fragment lodged in his brain, the artery wrapped around it prohibiting its removal—the tension builds to a fever-pitch as Moonlight is surrounded by enemies all determined to deal one of two outcomes for him—either his death or his arrest for the murder of his lover, and the journey to prove his innocence and the surprise ending will absolutely enthrall readers. Don’t begin reading this at night the day before you have to work unless you have a forgiving boss who won’t mind if you show up bleary-eyed from staying up all night to read it.”
–Les Edgerton, author of Monday’s Meal and the writing text, Hooked: Write Fiction That Grabs Readers at Page One and Never Lets Them Go.
Vincent Zandri’s MOONLIGHT FALLS VIRTUAL BOOK TOUR ‘10 will officially begin on February 1st and end on March 26th. Please contact Dorothy Thompson at thewriterslife@yahoo.com if you are interested in hosting and/or reviewing his book during his virtual book tour. Thank you!
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Who doesn’t like,love beautiful women’s.Regardless,if one is gay there is no denying
beauty when it is spotted.Now,i have seen some beautiful girl’s,in my life and i know those that
i have seen cannot be compared to the other hundred gorgeous or maybe even thousand’s more voluptuous woman
that i have not seen.She not on crack bruh,that’s a statement one will make around my way.
When,you knew a girl,that use look like Sanaa Lathan younger sister,to a yuck elp.
Ayo,this B@#%h on crack now.Hell,no brother this chick start messing with that piff and sour
heavy ya dig,she drinking like a fish nah,She like literally let her self go man.Yo,remember last summer Jane Doe
was the baddest girl on this block bruh.She had a Cherokee,Buffy The Body type ass.Shoot,look at
her behind now,she gotta white girl booty now lol.Manigg,i’ve seen a few white girl with a phatter ass than that.
She a straight up crack head,she look like a damn fiend man.She fell off,in high school you was the ish shorty
what the heck happen to you.Blame it on the liquor,blame it on the piff,don’t forget the cigarette
or what about the e.She my sister though,ya nigg’s mistreated her she had no one to look after her.
Nigg’s was getting her bodied everyday,she does not have a job,nor have any financial support.
SO,maybe it will be kind of difficult to keep herself well groom.Nigg please,your sister be copping dub’s
and thirty’s every other day.What am i to tell her,don’t my drug’s go out and buy something to eat instead,
and save your doe to buy yourself something nice to wear,Git.Brother i am trying to eat also,i have to
feed my kid’s.She need’s the drug’s,i need the doe more than you know.It is not my fault,your sister
looking like Amy Winehouse and ish.It isn’t my job,to give her advice this chick use to be on the
honor roll,now it’s a honor for her to roll some of that piff and sour.Live life bruh,dont let ‘em B@#$t’s
worry you fam,stop playing God.Even God ain’t keeping her away from the drug’s,but you wanna be Captain
Kirk all the sudden,i ain’t having that.So,she is not on crack.She just smoke and drink too much
she cant remain sober,she jumping in and out of rover’s for that doljah.
Gee, who’da thunk that an obese, cigar-smoking druggie would have heart problems? But that’s what a steady diet of haterade, hillbilly heroin and outrage will do for you, and a couple of days ago Rush was “rushed” to a Honolulu hospital (in a socialist ambulance) after experiencing the old telltale sign that the ticker is about to collapse under the weight of all that bile — chest pains. (Heart Attack in Honolulu — that could be a Tom Waits tune.)
Today his condition has been upgraded to “stable” and Rush says he’s “A-Okay” after undergoing a battery of tests and an angioplasty, and that’s all good. No, really. I won’t be one of the many who wish Rush ill –
Not I. It won’t be me who says “I hope he (or his doctor, or his heart) fails“, because that would be vicious, low and wrong, and on the first day of this dewy new year, I won’t do it.
What I will do is enjoy the calm as millions of jabbering dittoheads fall silent without Rush telling them what to think… the only thing that might break the golden silence would be if they decided to bitch about ‘liberals’ being nasty to Rush while he was hospitalized. But they’re not that dumb and desperate, are they?
A senior Iranian anti-drug official has accused the US, Britain and Canada of playing a major role in Afghanistan’s lucrative drug trade.
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