It’s fitting to have this war criminal, McCarthyite and lying “crook” who abandoned the White House in disgrace, as the figurehead for the modern War on Drugs, the holocaust of the modern age. Tens of thousands of lives were ruined, psychologically damaged (including mine), and plain murdered to keep the nightmare going. All perpetrated so many professions could feed off the mayhem like sea gulls circling a countless school of surface-feeding sardines. Not only drug dealers themselves but cops, DEA agents, lawyers, bankers, prison guards, parole officers, bond bailsmen, corrupt politicians, judges and district attorneys—perhaps worst of all the Corrections Corporation of America which kicks back money into the corrupt system to continue Draconian prison sentences so the corporation can continue to grow endlessly. The irony is that these “professionals” are also hooked on drugs of an even worse kind: their drug is money and they’ll do anything to get more of it, such that they’re not humans with feelings anymore. At least pot heads know when they’ve had enough; these greedy sociopaths never feel satisfied.
Let’s face it, criminalization of cannabis is a form of mind control. Corporate plutocrats can’t have people feeling human, free thinking and enjoying being alive. How would you like to be a fashion consultant in the middle of the Woodstock Nation? Law makers can’t have people who reject being wrapped in plastic and edited for TV. Pot heads reject the frills and frippery that signal success and they reject the obsolescent products that wind up in the garbage dump but keep the economy going. Watch prime time TV some night to see what I’m saying. It’s a steady bombardment of “messages” every fifteen minutes to condition people to be mindless consumers. Kids will droll over a fast food hamburger or stupid toy; housewives will have an organism over a brand new electric rotisserie. When you’re high on some good smoke you’re on a different level of consciousness and see this Orwellian ducktalk (a mindless rant about the beneficence of Big Brother) for what it is.
The criminalization of cannabis makes us a nation of used car salespersons. An ad during the 1968 campaign showed a poster of a smiling Nixon with the question, “Would you buy a used car off this guy?” Now with over 2.2 million souls languishing in prison, it looks like the nation certainly did.
Even worse than Nixon was the real founder of the prohibition movement, both booze and drugs. Harry Angslinger makes Tricky Dick look hip. In my Pot Stories and Humanist Essays I detail the early history of the War on Drugs and how it came to be. The director of the former Bureau of Narcotics (the DEA) is documented telling a newspaper: “The primary reason to outlaw marijuana is its effect on the degenerate races.” It makes them feel equal to whites. Is that it?
If I were one of the people making a living off the War on Drugs I’d feel so duped, so disillusioned. They must feel like that foot soldiers of the Wehrmacht at the Battle of Stalingrad when they realized they were following fanatical madman.
To support what I’m saying about human feelings: I often listen to the right-wing William Bennett Show on the radio. With all the thousands of lives the man destroyed as Drug Czar under President Regan, all Dr. Bennett could say is, “Increased availability will result in increased consumption.” How about a simple, “I’m sorry. To me, it was a trade-off: your lives had to be sacrificed to advance my power-hungry career.”
A great but anonymous philosopher once said, “The worst punishment you receive in your life is self-inflicted.” Dr. Bennett condemned tens of thousands of kids to hellish incarceration, wrote A Book of Virtues, then blew over a million dollars on internet gambling. Can’t get more “self-inflicted” than that. I wonder if there’s a connection. Maybe he should have tried saying, “I’m sorry.”