Climate of War cont'd.

We know all about the leadership being shown federally and what governing isn’t going on in Ottawa.

And here in this province we are in the throes of an election which will be won again by that conniving man already branded by the American establishment as a criminal, and as his abject neglect of the real issues here affecting so many members of our desperate society continues unabated, some of our more enlightened citizens may see why he needs to be regarded here too as a criminal.

All of these elements, previously perhaps appearing disparate, when viewed in this overall context, contribute to a sickening new reality. Don’t visit Chinatown if you’re Japanese. Don’t badmouth a cop if you’re homeless. Don’t make ten bucks beyond your welfare check unless you want to be criminalized. The banks are stealing your money. Gang members are selling you your groceries (and your children their meth) and the intellectual establishment have raised their white flags in the fight against social injustices. Conversations at parties are all about the value of bigger properties (to house their bigger miseries) and popular television is showing us all about the pleasures of kiddie sex. Don’t tip anything over. Don’t light a match. We’ve got a tinderbox right here in Vancouver.

Out of the detritus of this iconoclasm we are creating a new social mosaic depicting in complex detail a dreadful swamp, uniquely Canadian, and through this sullied, cracked lens we may dimly view the presence of a climate of war.


So, smoke another one.
Do what those really cool guys did back in the sixties, those fabulous furry freak brothers and blow another joint. Except there’s just a little bit of something different in all of that smoke these days. The toxic levels of the THC. Scientists, inhabiting one of the few remaining sane bastions of our society, are informing us that the levels are so high that repeated toking can lead to long term ill effects along the lines of paranoia and impotence. Too cool dude. I can’t get it up and I’m spooked of my little sister. Awesome.

So try some cocaine or methedrine now that you’ve freed yourself from the usual social constraints of having a job or going to school. One little problem: when you get really high and supremely stimulated what exactly do you say?