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Lady Justice got “Thick”!

Justice in America is bloated. It’s coming apart at the seams. The cracks have been showing for years. It’s like the relative you haven’t seen in ages who gained 40 or 50 pounds since you last saw them. You really get concerned when the can no longer bend over to ties their shoes so they’ve changed styles to slip on shoes for posterity.

I don’t know when the tipping point occurred. Sometime around the 80’s with the onset of the “War on everything”. It’s spiraled out of control since then. We’ve devolved legally to the point of where you’re at geographically, or where you land along the socio economic strata determine your place within the justice hustle.

We have “weed vs marijuana, prostitution vs trafficking, drugs vs medicine as three major cracks in the lucrative aspects of law. In each of these three cases both sides are played against the middle fighting for dollars and sense.

Then there are the conundrums that cost us. It all started with the seat belt. We let these folks charge us and fine us for not protecting ourselves under the guise of public safety. Makes no sense when you say it, right. Seat belt fines have cost us billions and all we’ve got out of it we’re campaign posters of seat belts and cops with an additional excuse to search your vehicle. Don’t tell me about lives saved until you review Govt. statistics for traffic deaths between the 70’s and today.

I’ll ignore the fact that Government oversight has resulted in faster, lighter vehicles with increased speed limits. I can’t ignore the “pricing scheme” for getting a ticket using these faster lighter cars to go faster. It’s the unspoken deal between manufacturing, marketing, and Government.

Now we have phones that travel outside the house. The next move was so obvious, the rubric was set. Hands free devices would net billions and both sides would get a giant boost. Now we have an additional excuse for cops to peek inside that bubble of privacy we call our vehicle. Not to mention the couple hundred dollar fine if you have a phone lying in hour vehicle outside of a “device”. Like seat belts, these laws won’t change fatality rates, they’ll generate revenue.

It’s gotten so bad that your dog has been targeted. Not because he’s dangerous, but because there are “dog people” out there who value pets over children. For the millennial pets and kids are the same. God help you if you mistreat your dog by not getting a vaccine every year and your dog gets lose. It’ll cost you a couple hundred dollars to get legal. Doesn’t matter how often the vaccine is actually needed. Governments make it an annual requirement and demonize breeds so that suddenly your dog is an addition to your status Arsenal. Vets ain’t complaining cause they’ve suddenly got customers who used to just go to the hardware store and buy shots and food then go about their business. Not to mention all the additional allergies and joint problems associated with over medicating dogs. It’s that “ win win” again.

The cat vs dog thing has to be some latent phenomenon from that show about a “cat dog”. Cats roam free while dogs live restrained medicated existences in hardwood floors. Another one of those class meets industry meets government situations that pollute the justice system. Animal Planet needs ratings though; and what would all those “enforcement officers” in Harris County, Texas do if they weren’t “raiding “cat ladies”!!!!

In our efforts to slim down Governments gains in legal restraint we have to find a way to separate the dollars from the sense. Budgeting our rights away and incarcerating millions over questionable laws designed to generate dollars undermines the legal establishments credibility.

Allowing these municipalities to profit from our freedom and choices makes no sense. We should be evaluating our “legal cannon” to begin trimming the fat. Returning to common sense rules and laws that level the playing field for all citizens.

Creating hype to establish fear in the interest of creating laws that benefit a particular industry and increase Government budgets while burdening citizens has to change. Parsing words to demonize one group of folks while supporting another group for the same behavior is obvious today.

Saying a prostitute is trafficked because she was driven to a more lucrative city to have sex is deceitful. Locking up one citizen for smoking weed while taking billions in tax revenue from another citizen selling poser dope is just plain wrong. Locking up a street dealer while traveling weekly to your pharmacy for “pain meds” or “psyche drugs” is hypocrisy at the least.

We need a strong dose of truth in our legal system. Not only for fairness. Not just for equity. We need it because as we’ve seen recently, respect for the law and it’s enforcers is under suspicion. When the law doesn’t treat everyone fairly citizens will treat the law accordingly. Look around!!!

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I have to write this to make sense about the world I , (hopefully we) live in. I feel like an alien from another place, or maybe some guy who was born in the wrong era.

I wrote a rant a while back about how the medical profession has marketed their way into our lives through fear and health as a beauty statement. Many, no a lot of people believe you can’t achieve health, beauty, or physical excellence without something.

The “lifespan and medicine argument” don’t cut it with me either so don’t even go there before i get started. Folks will point to how long people live today as justification for making the Dr. part of their everyday life, and it makes sense if you don’t think about it.

Just remember though that the 112 year old doing the commercial was probably born at home, didn’t have pre natal care, and didn’t go to the Dr. Unless it was an emergency; so that argument doesn’t work.

The Pill. I was trying to think back to the first example of the pharmaceutical industry marketing a chemical concoction to “enhance” life, verses for treating the symptoms of a disease, condition, or injury. The birth control pill is the first example I could think of. It’s funny that the name is what it does, verses a catchy noun like Viagra.

Remember the Rolling Stones song,
“Momma’s little helpers” from the 60’s, probably not. Well it’s basically about married woman bored or overwhelmed with the whole American ideal family so she goes to the doctor to get a “little yellow pill to calm her down”. After a short list of doldrums associated with being a 60’s housewife it says ” you can’t tranquilizer your mind.” So now I’m seeing a little light in a dark corner.

I remember those little blue and yellow capsules neighbors used to trade like cups of sugar. Librium was the name on the bottle. Back then you could hand the bottle to your 8 year old and tell them to walk a couple houses down and give the bottle to Aunt Bettie and get a bag of sugar to bring back. No big deal, that wasn’t a crime or child endangerment back then, it was a good deed.

So basically I’m thinking that whole propaganda thing on black white television was a hoax. You know, the hour glass shaped lady with the sparkly eyes standing next to the latest kitchen appliance with her hand elegantly outstretched.

I didn’t realize when I was young that her eyes were sparkly from the “little helper”, her hour glass figure was from eating pills instead of food, and her hand was outstretched for more “little helpers. Damn, the naivety of youth.

Here we are 50 odd years later and who’s to blame? Is it the doctor who prescribes medicines so people can continue living in a dysfunctional situation or frame of mind, or both? Is it the pharmaceutical industry who has a little side business making pills that don’t treat anything real, but help us live in an imaginary world? Or is it us, for continuing to live in ways we can’t stand, but can’t leave? Maybe we need a pill for courage and fortitude!

All I know is everywhere I go someone is in some form of altered physiological state. So do I really know anyone I know? Wow, that’s a trip, without taking the microdot or windowpane. You couldn’t have written the current state of the American dysfunction if you tried, that’s why I’m starting to believe I’m truly not the crazy one.

So today if you’re psychologically uncomfortable with your life you have two choices; change your life or medicate yourself. If your kids are too much you can discipline them or medicate them. If you’re overweight, (which you probably are if you’re a true American.) you can change your eating habits or “take something”. He’ll, even if you’re a little socially inept you don’t have to put yourself out there, you can take a pill and become who you think you want to be.

So here I sit realizing I don’t know anyone I know. I am viewed as strange cause I don’t even take aspirin after tiling a floor, which is back braking. I could lose a few pounds and tobacco is a constant problem. But I feel all my pains, psychological and physical.

I just think that my memories are worth the trouble, and I’m afraid getting wrapped up in the drug game, legal or otherwise, would hamper that process. Who knows though, hallucinations could be memories too!

Middle Ground

Waiting silently in the diagnosis is a bottle filled with bad memories and scientific intentions that will lead you on a path of destruction. A bottle filled with sorrow and pain that will send you shivering into places you can’t possibly understand. Your trust will be destroyed by the bitter pills you have to swallow.

You never thought for a minute a trip to the pharmacy would send you on an “Alice in Wonderland” adventure. We have not yet acknowledged that our view of the addict is so misconstrued that we don’t recognize the signs for fear of the truth. The truth that the dealer hands you death as a cure in the form of a prescription. The middleman hides behind the counter of a store filled with supplements, lotions, and 12 packs of Coke at 3 for $12.00. The addict rushes through the “Dive Thru” window in order to get back to work or not drag the 3 kids out of their car seats and listen to them beg for candy while waiting on the hand off. All the while we just see the spiral of destruction called healthcare in action.

Waiting anxiously for relief by the mg. the bitter taste of dependence sends anxiety flowing through your body like an electric charge. Heightened emotions snap at unnoticeable normalities. Criticism runs like a “Ticker Tape” across the stock exchange billboard. Fear runs like ice water to you stomach and the temporary reality of needing something physically entrenches you mentally. How? Why? When will it end;when you’re desperate and all you’ve lived for is gone. When the dealer no longer will see you and the middleman can’t be your “Good Neighbor”.

There are limits to what a Dr. Can do for you. A Pharmacy can’t supply you without a pass from the Dr. Eventually you’re on your own to figure out how to “Fix” yourself. Chronic pain, anxiety, depression are slippery slopes. Real conditions with real consequences. The cure can kill you. At the very least they can send you on a path of destruction that will leave you sitting in places and situations you only read in books or saw on TV. I promise you the dealer and the middleman won’t be there to help you; they won’t even acknowledge you in books or on TV.

Waiting desperately for anything to take away the pain, the fear, the anxiety. Hiding in places you know aren’t safe. Meeting people you know benefit from your pain and smiling. Leaving embarrassment behind for desire and disfunction. Putting all you cared for, loved, and respected in a box with the memories and fears. Now you’ve sealed your fate.

Now years have past. Family and friends have faded to memories and obstacles. You have no one to tell. No one to call. No one to help. The people you reach out to have one hand in yours and the other in your pain. There’s nowhere to turn, nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. You look to God and feel the judgement. You look to family and feel the shame. You see friends and feel the distrust. You’re lucky; because you still feel and this is the point of no return.

From here you either move to death or move to life. This middle ground isn’t bottom for you. You can continue down further along the road to destruction or turn up hill towards healing. From here it’s easy. Because every step closer to destruction leaves you numb. You throw off your humanity and strip yourself of dignity all in the name of addiction. Your not physically dead, your emotionally dead. And for many this is the point of no return

For the lucky it’s an awakening. They cling to their humanity and grasp what dignity they have left and seek help along the way. They Find those people who won’t let them fall, who won’t give up. Then step by step they unravel the mystery of addiction. The complex understanding that drugs weren’t the problem. Life, chance, and a system that doesn’t understand it’s own definition propelled them towards a dysfunctional existence where there were no coherent clues. Just some entrepreneurial medicine men perpetuating pills to find a cure for, and you were in the control group that didn’t get the placebo.