(I actually wrote this for my own blog, but I am going to donate it here, coz it’s a better place.
Glutter Socio-Political Rants: The Drug Issue
I just woke up in the middle of the night. It’s 4 something blah blah am. I had a dream I was on the phone with a dear dear friend who is a meth addict, and that in one hand I was holding a little girl and on the other telling him to please stay away from me until he gets clean.
But at 4am I just want to ask, why don’t they just legalize the stuff and use the tax money to build rehabs, plug it back in educational campaigns and community centers and help all those people who are in trouble and their families?
My friend has two little girls. One who is 11 and the other who is 7. They don’t have a daddy. Not a real one. And he hates himself and the world because he feels his children were taken away from him. He will cry while he cooks thinking of the times when he was able to do this for his little girls.
Those girls will grow up knowing their father is an addict and his parents knowing his two sons are addicts and wonder what they did wrong.
I don’t know if they did anything wrong. This guy is brilliant, his brother even more. You know that your Air Nikes now have green house safe gas in them? Yeah. Partly thanks to the world’s favorite villain: a drug addict.
Maybe they were just self medicating, whatever bio-chemistry imbalance they were born with and it got out of hand. Maybe they were weak, maybe they made some stupid mistake. Aren’t we allowed those? I just know they are in trouble and they are more likely to end up in jail than rehab. Seems wrong to me.
I have no moral problems with drugs but I have issues with the fact it’s not legal. We can build guns, bombs, and start wars and be rich, Presidents, Prime Ministers or whatever, but if you grow a little pot in the basement you can be incarcerated. It makes me know that at the end of the day, the system is bunk.
I don’t believe in it.
Call me a radical, which is my favorite new word, coz it sounds so sixties. Call me an idealist. Call me mad. Whatever. I just know it doesn’t work as it is because if we did, the world would not have a drug problem. I think I am just practical.
See a problem admit the way it used to be was wrong. Sorry to all those people who invested a career or a religion or a belief that didn’t work out. Grow up. It happens, deal with it. Coz right now the governments and the people keep wasting tax money building prisons and knocking its head against a wall.
Time to re-conceive real solutions to problems.
If it means trying new ways to do things. I am all for it. If it fails. Whoo Hoo, we are back where we started. He and others suffer -like as if they aren’t already.
I am back into bed. I prefer if I didn’t have to get up and write this at all. But it’s the truth. I do because I have to deal with having bad dreams because of both one person and society’s weakness in not willing to make change.
Yan Sham-Shackleton Online 