
Last weekend, my brother and I made our annual pilgrimage to Lake Laura, the local swimming hole, where we disported ourselves among dozens of other aquatic merry-makers in the 44-acre impoundment, or manmade reservoir. Lake Laura is a 3-mile-long dam-fed lake in Shenandoah County, Virginia, jointly owned by Bryce Mountain Resort and the Virginia Department of Wildlife Resources. It is conveniently located down a steep tree-lined hill from my place of residence, though not conveniently enough, alas, for its propinquity to successfully encourage me to rise above my customary level of laziness to the point where I engage in the physically beneficial activity of swimming more than once a year. Access for swimmers here is controlled via a sort of sentry in a guardhouse to whom one pays a $12 fee for the privilege of using the facilities until 6 p.m. that day. These facilities include a grassy clearing filled with lawn chairs, a small changing station, and a floating dock that allows bathers to walk directly to the deep part of the lake without first tiptoeing over the slippery and rocky underwater topography going, "Ooch... ouch... ouch... ooch!" The point of interest here is that the sentry in the guardhouse is not, legally speaking, a lifeguard, although one side of the oversized sentry box does indeed have a window facing the water. Yet, as the signage makes clear, one is swimming at one's own risk. I had seen that sign many times before, at least once every summer since I moved to the area in 2012, but today it inspired me with a new insight about the hypocrisy of American drug attitudes. But before I reveal the details of this epiphany, you have to visualize the scene.
The Drug War shows us that American democracy is fundamentally flawed. Propaganda and fearmongering has persuaded Americans to give up freedoms that are clearly enunciated in the U.S. Constitution. We need a new democracy in which a Constitution actually matters.
"If England [were to] revert to pre-war conditions, when any responsible person, by signing his name in a book, could buy drugs at a fair profit on cost price... the whole underground traffic would disappear like a bad dream." -- Aleister Crowley
An Englishman's home is his castle.
An American's home is a bouncy castle for the DEA.
They drive to their drug tests in pickup trucks with license plates that read "Don't tread on me." Yeah, right. "Don't tread on me: Just tell me how and how much I'm allowed to think and feel in this life. And please let me know what plants I can access."
Peyote advocates should be drug legalization advocates. Otherwise, they're involved in special pleading which is bound to result in absurd laws, such as "Plant A can be used in a religion but not plant B," or "Person A can belong to such a religion but person B cannot."
I've found that no one thinks I "have standing" when I comment about drugs. I'm just a guy who's been turned into a patient for life thanks to drug prohibition. People think that the real experts are the doctors and scientists who profit from the status quo.
Almost every mainstream article about psychology and consciousness is nonsense these days because it ignores the way that drug prohibition has stymied our investigation of such subjects.
Cop and detective shows are loaded with subtle drug war propaganda, including lines like, "She had a history of drug use, so..." The implication being that anyone who uses substances that politicians hate cannot be trusted.
Prohibitionists have nothing to say about all other dangerous activities: nothing about hunting, free climbing, hang-gliding, sword swallowing, free diving, skateboarding, sky-diving, chug-a-lug competitions, chain-smoking. Their "logic" is incoherent.
Drug Warriors never take responsibility for incentivizing poor kids throughout the west to sell drugs. It's not just in NYC and LA, it's in modest-sized towns in France. Find public housing, you find drug dealing. It's the prohibition, damn it!

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