First thing: Many thanks to K. and M. whose PayPal donations made my day. And — I don’t know whom to thank for this because Amazon isn’t yet telling — but I see apricots in my future. 🙂 I’ve had too few apricots in my recent past — and one can never have too many of the little beauties in one’s future.
Now on with the ranting, raving, giggling, snorting, news reporting, and other distractions of the day:
- Did you hear the one about the anti-gun legislator who shot an intruder in his home? (Yes, another one of those hypocritical sucks …)
- With WikiLeaks and Julian Assange in the news, we’ve been hearing a lot of threats involving the Espionage Act of 1917. You know that law was passed in part to silence and punish opposition to U.S. entry into “The War to End All Wars,” right? (See some of the people it was used against) Did you know that merely using an Internet-connected computer (technically, at least) makes you a violator of the Espionage Act and a felon as long as there’s classified material available online?
- And that’s only the beginning says Jesse Walker.
- Blog reader and old Mental Militia comrade Mac the Knife has opened First Freedom Outlaw Brigade Merchandise Store featuring goods and goodies for all the Agitators, Ghosts, and Freedom Moles out there. Thanks, Mac. 🙂
- I tried this once when I was about 13. Among foolish, cheap, adolescent means of getting high, it’s a real downer. Complete waste of time. But the hysteri-o-media momentarily loves hating it. God bless Jack Shafer.
- The TSA does it again. And again and again. Unfortunately, in the present context, I’m thinking we’re not so much expected to laugh or groan over this as we are to shout, “Oh please! Save us with your scanners and grope-downs!”
- Here’s another way to do it — though don’t you think it still makes a lot more sense just to let armed passengers and vigilant airlines take care of would-be malefactors?
- Finally, this seems to be the week for heroic women. (NY Times subscription link) If that link doesn’t work for you, here’s one that tells part of the story, though not necessarily the best part.
Have you seen the price of quality Nutmeg in the grocery stores? Yee gads, I would not call that a cheap high. Besides in my town I am pretty sure a hit of Meth is cheaper than that little ounce shaker of Nutmeg. Oh, the horrors.
I believes I must turn myself in to the Nutmeg police. I imbibe of Nutmeg and have found recently my intake has been steadily rising. It’s not out of hand, but it’s so hard to resist…. I like it best mixed in with a concoction of eggs, cream and rum. Sometimes when truly desparate I’ll sneak some that’s been mixed with pumpkin and baked to perfection. Oh, what shall I do. Guess I’ll just go back for more eggnogg and have another slice of pumpkin pie.
Merry Christmas Ya’ll
Maybe TSA missed the “snubnosed” Glock in the empty bag because they were to busy scanning and patting people looking for Nutmeg Smugglers?
Thanks for the plug, Claire. Much appreciated. Buy lots of stuff so I can finally get my Berreta PX4 Storm Compact or Subcompact 9mm.
Best analysis of the Wikileaks thing I’ve seen yet.
http://www.campaignforliberty.com/article.php?view=1245
As for you nutmeg freaks, eat your heart out. I’ve got a pound of “crack” candied ginger and a five pound bag of apple pie spice!!
I’ll be high for years. LOL
MamaLiberty — Terrific analysis. Thanks for the link. I’m assuming Bretigne Shaffer is Butler Shaffer’s daughter; does anybody know?
OMG, candied ginger! I’m surprised that stuff’s not illegal yet. It’s definitely addictive. Not as addictive as California dried apricots. But definitely up there.
And five pounds of apple-pie spice??? You know, you could be busted for being a dealer for having that much.
Oh Please, save us with your scanners and gropedowns!
That would be great on a t-shirt for going through the airport, especially as one of those metallic printing for going through the scanners.
Man, I’ve been saying it for years in drug debates: “You can get a wicked high on nutmeg, but I doubt they’ll ban that…” They already started going after Nyquil and air fresheners…I guess I’ll have to find yet another readily available household product with psychoactive uses for a debate tool….
(Read in a book once that it was popular with sailors and pirates in the era of wooden ships….and you’re right, the hangover involved is not too fun.)
Winston — air fresheners??? You mean all these years people have been getting high off the little trees hanging from their cars’ radio knobs and rear-view mirrors, and they’ve been driving around in that condition??? The horror … the horror … Someone must DO SOMETHING about this!!!
Jim B. — Be careful what you wish for. I can just see some TSA agent taking that as incentive to get “extra friendly” …
[…] to MamaLiberty in the comments over at Claire Wolfe’s blog for pointing out this excellent analysis of […]
Not the car mirror air fresheners, I meant like febreeze and lysol….the aerosol stuff. Though I can totally see some people I used to know in school trying to smoke a cardboard pine tree to get a buzz. (The same guys who would choke down fumes of burning hemp fabric because “It’s got, like, THC in it maaan!”)
Bottom line is that if it exists, somebody somewhere is going to try to get a buzz on it…
LOL, Winston, I sort of figured aerosols was what you meant, but for some reason those little trees were the first thing that came to mind (perhaps because my vehicle currently smells of “eau de soggy dog” and I’m wondering whether I need a whole forest in there).
When I built Cabin Sweet Cabin, the site was right next to and across from the spot that had, for decades, been the place kids would come to smoke dope, screw, and huff. (To my irritation, they kept doing it even after I moved in, and often doing it very noisily — until I ran enough of them off in the middle of the night, but that’s another story.) Back then it wasn’t Febreez, but whipped cream. Cans all over the place on Saturday mornings …
Mmmm, whipped cream. Yummy. You can now get whipped cream with alcohol in it. Called whipped lightning. I bet it will be great with nutmeg sprinkled on top. ;o)
LOL, Matt — You’re either a seriously depraved addict or a seriously admirable connoisseur. 🙂 Or a little of both.
Whipped lightning? Seriously? I’ll bet it would be great with a grating of nice, fresh nutmeg on top.
Oh yeah, I forgot about the redi whip thing…it has traces of nitrous or something in it apparently and if you squirt it with the can pointed up you’ll get a blast of it. I rememeber when I was in 8th grade they had a big expose in the news about the dangers of it…they had Chris Hansen or somebody going around and interviewing troubled young men about their whipped cream problem, then sound bytes from the concerned parents and teachers…you know how it goes…
Anyway I tried it and it’s like laughing gas except it only lasts for about 40 seconds. Pretty ho-hum…
“……and often doing it very noisily — until I ran enough of them off in the middle of the night, but that’s another story.)
Come on Claire! Out with it, please?. I gotta hear that story!
I’ve read about boys in some war-torn area (don’t remember which) allowing their feces to sit in the sun in an airtight container for a few hours, then sniffing the resultant fumes to get high. Let us hope no government ever tries to regulate THAT!
Since I’ve already turned this one into a “true myths and legends of improvised drugs” discussion board….
Ellendra: You mean Jenkem? I remember that…it became an internet meme almost overnight…people were making websites with accounts written by teens about how they were skipping school to huff jenkem made from high tech devices involving labware and air compressors (With instructions and testimonials about said devices!) and encourageing others to do the same.
Every bit of this was fabricated of course…there was no mass movement of american teens getting hooked on butt hash…but in a few cases, the usual groups of people concerned about what teenagers are doing fell for it hook line and sinker.
But when all this was still the meme of the day, I had to wonder to myself just how many guys out there read one of these sites and went through with it. There are no shortage of idiots and downright weirdos out there so it’s inevitable that sumdood actually went and filled a ballon with 2 week old crap fumes and inhaled it…
Fred — My running people off in the middle of the night isn’t really much of a story, though it’s a study in the same peculiar psychology that causes five people to line up at one drive-through window at the bank while four other lanes sit empty.
Cabin Sweet Cabin — and before it my yurt — sat in splendid isolation, but were only 1/2 mile from a small town. There was a little turnout on each side of the road right at the edge of my property, and in the decades before I built there people, mostly kids, had gotten into the habit of driving up to those turnouts on weekend evenings to do illicit stuff. Why did they go there? Because it was the first private spot outside of town. So I build there and it’s not private any more. But they keep parking there to party, smoke dope, have sex, drink, huff Redi-Whip, etc. etc.
Mind you, this is a the entrance to a logging road complex. My road lead to hundreds more logging roads and probably thousands of other turnouts. There were at least five other turnouts or side roads within the next mile where anybody could have pulled off the road and enjoyed total solitude. But would anybody say, “Oh look. Somebody’s living there now. If we want privacy maybe we should drive another 200 yards?” Nope. They’d just park and party — often doing “illegal” things in plain sight of me. Strictly out of habit.
Illegal I didn’t mind. But in the yurt it was noisy, too. And the dogs would hear the intruders and go nuts. So if they showed up at night I’d go out with a bright spotlight and stand there shining it at them until they went away. That’s pretty much all there is to it. But I kept wondering why the hell anybody seeking privacy would, apparently only because of habit, park right next to a place inhabited by people and angry dogs.
Oh, I always had a .45 in my other hand, too, though I never had to use it and only showed it once. That time the person parking there was an adult man who showed up at 3:00 a.m. and had the feel of being a bad actor. I shined the spotlight straight into his windshield and he didn’t go away. Then I shined it on his license plate & he didn’t go away. Then I put the gun up into the light without pointing it at anything in particular — and he peeled out of there real quick.
It took about 18 months to break people of the habit of doing their drinking and screwing practically in my driveway (and once or twice, actually in my driveway).
Winston, you can feel free to turn this into a myths & legends of drugs discussion board all you want. You’re obviously well-studied on the subject.
Long before jenkem, there was the (slightly less icky) “mellow yellow.” Somebody somehow decided that the old Donovan song was a coded reference to getting high by … um, scraping the insides of banana peels, drying the resultant goo, and smoking it. I actually knew an idiot who tried it. Puked his guts out.
LOL glad my giant stores of useless info managed to entertain somebody. Back in the days when MTV still played music and dialup was still pretty flashy…there was a strange site called TOTSE where I spent all my time reading crazy articles, instructionals and neat old stuff saved from long dead BBSs in their notorious and aptly named “Bad Ideas” section…some it it was great, nearly all of it funny…some of it was like Beavis and Butthead bought a computer and figured out how to make internet posts.
Anyway the banana thing was sort of a hoax as well. People wrote long articles on “Bananadine” and what an LSD-like miracle drug it is. Pretty funny, and judging by how often it got reposted I’ll bet a bunch of people did it.
Am I the only one whose BS detector has started going off concerning the whole Wikileaks debacle?
All the government(s) really had to do was claim that the documents leaked were fake, and, lies or not, Assange would immediately have been lumped into the realm of “crazy conspiracy theorist”. Wouldn’t be the first time governments lied. But they didn’t. That, combined with the fact that no two news sources can seem to agree on the details of the charges against him or what’s happening with him now, and quite frankly this is starting to look so much like a red herring that I’m beginning to wonder if there really is a Julian Assange at all.
Somebody needs this uproar. Every bit of it.