Liquid Etchings
Tuesday, September 07, 2004
So fly, so cool
Tell me girl, can I talk to you
I'm only in town for one night.
Let me know if you want to ride.

NB Ridaz, "So Fly"
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This weekend was miserable, buoyed only by my jubilation of my Sunday visit from Grant, Matty J, and Liz. I'm sporting a stylish beanie from Guinness, and armed with enough reading material to last me until Rapture. I've finished Dan Brown's Angels and Demons with little fanfare but with moderate interest in ambigrams. I'm currently reading Tolkien's Lord of the Rings, and I'm at the point when Merry and Pippin run into Fangorn forest. Seeing the movie first helps me to visualize the characters, given that there's such a large and fluid cast. If I run into a name that is unused in the movie (Tom Bombadil, Glorfindel, etc.) then I can freely assume that the screenwriters omitted them for brevity or clarity.

It seems to me that Russia is too large for its own good, encompassing a people whose will are not reflected by the government.

The long three day weekend was brutal and hot, and I really miss the expensive HVAC unit that was installed in my house. My bunkmate might not be the devil himself, but it sure smells like I'm caught in a lake of sulfur. He's a friendly guy, but he's also stubborn and cheats on his girlfriend (who's the mother of his four kids) all the time. He's quick to point out that he'd never break up with his "babies' mama" and will just pursue some tail on the side, but that doesn't excuse his infidelity, in my opinion. We once had a room-wide discussion (late at night, after everyone spent all day napping in the heat and cooling themselves off with soda) about the nature of humans as sexual beings. I relayed what Ron Jeremy pointed out, that your hopes, dreams, feelings, and love can be with one person, but your genitalia can travel. Personally, if travelling genitalia (not to be confused with detachable ones) undermine your relationship, then you're not truly keeping those hopes, dreams, and feelings. I provided the caveat that if your spouse was also cheating, and that both of you were comfortable in this arrangement, then I don't see anything wrong at all. This is an example of libertarian thought that pervades in current law: adultery is not illegal. (Note the use of litote; I wasn't going to say "adultery is legal" and have with it the connotation that everyone should go around having affairs.)

So it gets me again to my situation here in Reading Camp. Possession of Methamphetamines shouldn't be against the law given that using it (by extension) doesn't necessarily break any existing laws. Sure, you could be tweaked out on meth and do something else, but at the same time, a perfectly sober person could use a copy machine at Boeing to steal defense contract information. Are you going to make Possession of Xerox illegal, too? What about something a little bit more portable? Posession of a camera isn't necessarily breaking any laws, until your using it to record hidden camera footage in a changing room at Hooters.

So I think Possession of meth shouldn't be illegal, and that goes for other "controlled" substances. Since possession isn't illegal, likewise the activity of exchanging such item for money wouldn't be illegal as well, otherwise known as Sales. A gun is a fairly deadly device, as I've heard, yet gun sales (and consequently, gun possession) exists, albeit with restrictions on how fast a transaction can occur. (And honestly, do you need that bolt-action rifle today? Is the King of England breathing down your neck again?) Hell, a knife is an item that is extremely easy to procure, easy to hide, and the number of victims is limited only by your ability to do that hacking motion that comes with orchestral glissandi and an ominous shadow like in the movie Psycho.

A knife is far more dangerous than marijuana. If a kid finds a knife, the kid is liable to get himself maimed or killed. If a kid finds your hidden stash, cleverly hidden in a small box with a sticker of Bob Marley on it, he's liable to want some nachos and think everyone's "out to get him," but in the end will "totally understand you, man."

My point: make possession legal, make sales legal, get some people here in The Facility back on the outs, allowing me to MOVE TO A GODDAMN BOTTOM BUNK.
Etched by Ron / 9/07/2004 08:56:00 AM |
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