I was Thinking, or Not

Rehab Drug rehabilitation is for the rich. For the most part only those that can afford the ridiculous prices of the rehabilitation centers, either with cash or with their insurance, can afford rehab. For those people that need rehab that do not have high grade health insurance, or are just plain rich, there are fewer options. There are a few options, but most of them are publicly funded options that do not address the real reasons people are addicted to drugs, but just the physical addiction. The medical rehab is good for detoxify, but does nothing for the person, which means once they have left the detoxify program, they will relapse, making the process a waste of public funding. That of course may be why they are in operation. Public funded projects tend to be that way. The same seems to be for prisons, which at this point are another holding point for drug addicts and drug pushers. Well not all drug pushers; some drug pushers are given a license to push drugs. We call them ...

The Drugging of Our Children by: Gary Null Have you seen this? My first reaction... Have you seen this, are you a parent, do you want to be, can you believe this shit. Even if only half of it is true, which I believe that more than that is, it is completely unbelievable. Are you all fucking asleep, are you really that fucking dense, is your pathetic excuse of a life worth that much. Watch this, get pissed, and do something, now. I will be posting this everywhere, and writing letters, and making sure that everyone sees this. Maybe it is not too late, maybe we won't have to live in a "Brave New World". I really hope this does not let you... Sleep well; James

Remember When, Sortof I am not at the point where I sit here and I am looking at other people who are on the TV and talking about growing up, and I am thinking hey I did that too. I went no where for all my various talents, so what the hell happened. The cameras put to bed, the quill broken, the pots and pans are cold, and all those other fantasies have been all but forgotten. For the last ten years I have tried hard to make a living, doing work, the kind of work that I thought I was never going to do. I was destined to be known if not famous, no more infamous, and reclusive. Writing scathing and cynical reviews of society from my obscure locations,, only appearing occasionally to collect on the royalties that would support my secluded lifestyle. I met who I thought would be my soul mate, and sh e is in many ways. However I believe that in my attempt to be a regular joe, I have actually lead us down a path of hardship that I should not have. In my attempt to heal from too many ...