
"Because of the nature of this post, I'm going to make something very clear: This post is written for educational purposes. In no way shape or form am I advocating for the use of any kind of drugs."12
"More villain thou!"
A true friend of the Taino people would be denouncing the imperialistic mindset that seeks to besmirch the use of drugs as dirty and pointless in the first place - whereas Bitter Boop makes it clear that she shares the mainstream disdain for indigenous medicine; she merely does not want the Taino people to be held to modern "scientific standards," that's all: you know, those standards that place a premium on rational thought while completely ignoring the obvious beneficial powers of drug use. Indeed, Bitter Boop goes beyond the call of duty by reassuring her prohibitionist readers that "the side effects of cohoba use are particularly unpleasant, often resulting in nausea and vomiting." She acknowledges that these effects were deemed beneficial from the Taino point of view and yet she tells us that, "As you can imagine, its use isn't very common in present day." In this latter statement, she manifests the psychological blindness of the Drug Warrior, who does not see that folks use drugs to increase positive attitudes - not simply to attain problem-free states. She is merely channeling a "kinder, gentler" version of Francisco Pizarro, claiming that drug use makes no sense to the modern mind but that we should not go overboard in censoriously judging its practice in societies of yore. Above all, she misses the obvious fact, that if cohoba use "isn't very common in present day," this is because of drug prohibition itself, which renders all such use highly stigmatized and therefore highly problematic and unnecessarily dangerous."In the meantime the morphine 17 had its customary effect- that of enduing all the external world with an intensity of interest. In the quivering of a leaf- in the hue of a blade of grass- in the shape of a trefoil- in the humming of a bee- in the gleaming of a dew-drop- in the breathing of the wind- in the faint odors that came from the forest- there came a whole universe of suggestion- a gay and motley train of rhapsodical and immethodical thought."18
"The view out of the window was unreal. The garden was painted on the window, and every petal of flower and tuft of grass and leaf of tree was carefully sculptured in fine strokes of oil paint on the surface of the glass. It was not out there; it was right here in front of me."19
"To breathe the gas was, simply and literally, inspiration."20
Because of the nature of this post, I'm going to make something very clear: This post is written for educational purposes. In no way shape or form am I advocating for the demonization of any kind of drugs!
"It is said that the Government must safeguard the health of the community. And the moment that is said, there ceases to be the shadow of a difference between beer and tea. People can certainly spoil their health with tea or with tobacco or with twenty other things."22

State-assisted suicide for the depressed is murder in a world in which the state outlaws all substances that could make the depressed wish to live.
If the depressed patient laughs, that means nothing. Materialists have to see results under a microscopic or they will never sign off on a therapy.
It is consciousness which, via perception, shapes the universe into palpable forms. Otherwise it's just a chaos of particles. The very fact that you can refer to "the sun" shows that your senses have parsed the raw data into a specific meaning. "We" make this universe.
Billboards reading "Fentanyl kills" encourage the creation of racist legislation that outlaws all godsend uses of opiates. Kids in hospice in India go without morphine because of America's superstitious fear of opiates.
Laughing gas is the substance that gave William James his philosophy of reality. He concluded from its use that what we perceive is just a fraction of reality writ large. Yet his alma mater (Harvard) does not even MENTION laughing gas in their bio of the man.
Psychiatrists never acknowledge the biggest downside to modern antidepressants: the fact that they turn you into a patient for life. That's demoralizing, especially since the best drugs for depression are outlawed by the government.
Our tolerance for freedom wanes in proportion as we consider "drugs" to be demonic. This is the dark side behind the new ostensibly comic genre about Cocaine Bears and such. It shows that Americans are superstitious about drugs in a way that Neanderthals would have understood.
In America, they save the depressed from cocaine and opium by turning them into patients for life with dependence-causing "meds." Now 30-year-old doctors get to treat 67-year-olds like children, with new visits every damn three months.
What attracts me about "drug dealers" is that they are NOT interested in prying into my private life. What a relief! With psychiatry, you are probed for pathological behavior on every office visit. You are a child. To the "drug dealer," I am an adult at least.
Prohibitionists are responsible for the 200,000-plus killed in the US-inspired Mexican drug war in the 21st century.

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