Monday, May 28, 2012

This Is Hell In Paradise! YES! THAT bloody song.

Well, I thought I'd lost my mind.  Suddenly This Is Hell In Paradise!  Yes THAT bloody song!!!! Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah! Oh no!
I read the crazy headline---figure it must be right-wing lies/misinformation. Says my Dutch friends have worse problems on their heads......AFTER their idiotic government  had recently banned what their supreme court had previously ruled to be, I paraphrase, "a part of nature, not a drug delivery system," referring to the paddos, that is Psilocybes and other Genera of entheogenic mushrooms.  OK, the slippery bastards got an exception for sclerotia---the psychedelic psilocybin truffle--it is technically NOT A MUSHROOM.  Dutch logic.

Now the frippin' Dilberts have just cut their own throats.  I  just read that non-Dutch are no longer legally able to buy pot or hasj!  Seriously, are you people insane?  Most of the tourism that feeds the Netherlands comes from "cannabis tourism."  It must  be bullshit.

The Dutch did not SEEM so foolish...........next, what, outlaw prostitution?  Folks, you were PROGRESSIVE, now you are going BACKWARDS.  Prost!  Since when did the blitzkrieg happen again in Holland without anyone noticing?

Thursday, April 26, 2012

Haarlem And The Claw

Every morning the same damn thing------huge containers of food for all sorts of
tastes along with layla.  What are they feeding Americans
here?  Eggs.  toastis.  lots of cheeses and meats including
those taken from sea creatures.

After five identical morning of this, antiques or not, I could
not take it anymore!   I broke from reality.............................
..............if clapton really IS GOD, AS "THEY SAID,"..........
....then it follows that.

Tuesday, July 26, 2011

Brown and White

I was introduced to heroin in the Nederlands.......like so many other new "things" I was introduced to......THERE!  

I had steadily avoided it for all of my life up until I began to live with some friends who were daily users.

  I had after all, grown up in the Great Satan, the USA where drug users {(drugs besides caffeine, nicotine and alcohol) have been demonized since 1936 (or before!)} and had an uncle who was deemed the "leper" of the family and shunned etc because he was a "junkie."  So, I did have some fear of the drug and that is why I would only try it via smoking b/c I knew I could titrate the dose perfectly that way, avoid "hot shots......" you get my drift.

I normally don't care for Opiates in general.....they are excellent for PAIN!!!!!  But had never taken them just for BOREDOM or worse, "lovesickness."  Now a caveat..none of my friends used it IV (one was a previous Iv user, but he's blown all his veins by the time I met him.)  

So, they all just smoked it.  About 5 guys, 1 girl used daily about 4-6 times a day (smoking it with the "aluminum foil method,") and one older man only used tobacco and I preferred coke freebase only.  They (the heroin users) claimed it was impossible to just use freebase with out "balancing it with heroin."  I showed them it was possible, though I made no converts......

Yet living with it everyday, and smelling the pleasant smell of it, finally I accepted an offer to try it.  It was ok.  Nothing really special in my opinion...but a nice mellow "warm fuzzy feeling." And it definitely was an anxiolytic.  And a couple times I tried it, I was injured and it really did help my back after I had been hit on a bicycle by a car.  

One friend, my best friend there in A'dam (best MALE friend) was very protective of me, because he did not want me to "get addicted," like him.  I explained and lectured about the false paradigm of addiction, gave book references  etc. but he/they never looked into it. They continued to believe that to use coke you had o use heroin too.  It is not true if you have sufficient mind control abilities.

Thursday, June 9, 2011

First LSD Study in Humans In Over 35 Years Treats Final Subject

LSD-Assisted Psychotherapy in the Treatment of Anxiety Secondary to Life Threatening Illness

Location: Solothurn, Switzerland
MAPS is proud to sponsor the first study of the therapeutic use of LSD in humans in over 35 years. This study, based in Switzerland, investigates the safety and effectiveness of LSD-assisted psychotherapy in subjects with life-threatening illnesses and who are experiencing associated anxiety. The study received final approval from the BAG (the Swiss DEA) on December 5, 2007, final approval from the Ethics Committee (the Swiss IRB equivalent) on October 30, 2007, and clearance from SwissMedic (the Swiss FDA equivalent) on November 8, 2007. The first subject was enrolled on April 23, 2008, and all subjects have now been treated.

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Vladimir's Nightmare

Vladimir's nightmare


He's up on the MIR, unfortunately, no other crewperson is on the ship with Vlad. The last female cosmonaut that was up there with him, was up there 16 earth-months ago. He is very very bored and lonely.

Back in Kzyl-Ordinsk region, he was no cassanova, but he did have a part-time girlfriend, who he really cared about. But she a "rich bitch" "sophisticated Muscavite," didn't really give him the time of day. But she made fun of him when he tried to take her on dates when he had r and r, to nice place like Tokyo,
Paris, Nederlands.

However, he on the other hand, had feelings. And he thought she loved him. Of course, in her mind, he was just a stepping stone, a piece of shit to grind in the sausage grinder. She was a typical nasty-ass earth cunt, in other words.

So, the poor fool, having slaved his life away to get to be a cosmonaut, pined for her in orbit. The blithering poor bastard, the brunt of so many horrible ideas and "jokes" actually loved Alla.

She didn't giva rat's ass for him, only his money, cock, and her sense of divaish self-aggrandizement. I am Vladimir's comrade, Boris Sapozhnikov.
I was stationed on Mir with him for 4 months as mission science specialist.
And flight surgeon, mechanic etc etc etc you get the picture.

And he told me how much he loved her and it was painful to hear that a man could love a woman that much. But, I digress.

Back to Vladimir's job....he was at that month, working on 18 critical projects simultaneously and having to fuckin space walk by himself with no help except via "ground control." Thus a thruster-pack and a tether were
his only friends.

Vlad was sssooooo lonely, despite having earth tv, dvd's movies to watch, pornos, etc. etc ad nauseum. He needed a real woman in the fucking flesh, and he particularly like this one alla-chan who at that time was living under cover in Nederlands and worked as the desk clerk at the the Chokum and Cheatem Hotel, on Leidsekade 88- 89 in Amsterdam. Lucky Her!

Poor Vladimir was floating in a rusty tin can, and all he got to do to communicate with his love (and the slunt just strung him along...) was send email. Bitch not answer spaceman's email, desperate for contact with only loved one. Beloved. "She too busy," a bloody fucking lie. He showed me a picture of her and she was quite lovely, and because of a bottle of Stoli and another unmentionable product, and his great trust and friendship with me (lucky me), he also showed me a print-out of a beautiful, marvelous, masterpiece of a poetic, super-sexual love letter that he wrote to miss Priss.

I had met the Chinese doll before, and I thought she was quite moderately neato. 

Tuesday, December 7, 2010

How A US (California) Medical Marijuana Dispensary Can Be

The Worst Cannabis Dispensary Ever!

Being a medical marijuana patient for several years, when I moved to Sacramento, narturally I had to locate a cannabis dispensary for my medicine. I did a search on computer and found several, and I picked the one closest to my place. It had to be within bicycle riding distance, and I am no Lance Burton.....(Armstrong).

Also, being a physician that has supported medical cannabis all my life, and having been attacked repeatedly professionally and socially (even!) for my uncompromising stance about phytobotanicals in medicine.

So, after my physician confirmed my letter of recommendation, I prepped for the breathless bicycle ride (THIS IS NOT BASEL or even A'dam--this is bloody Summer in Sacramento! !Joder!) with drinking 1 liter of gatorade first, then slathering on 45 spf sunscreen, then donning reflective (moon helmet) type sunglasses and a baseball cap. I brought along another liter of cold gatorade (punch flavor.)

After many joules expended, cursing the hellicopters that always try to film these pitiful sojourns, I arrive at my destination, located in a little mexican shopping center. Soaking wet with sweat, I go through the laborious process of locking up my bike. Since San Francisco destroyed my car, my bicycle is now very precious to me. I try to pretend I am bicycling around the Jordaan area of Amsterdam, but it is so dissonante to this desert torture scene, that it is very hard to hold it and takes lots of energy I can't spare.

The E.B.H.S (East Bay Health Solutions) at 2201 Northgate Blvd, Suite H, Sacramento CA 95833 in Natomas area of Sacramento is the subject of this dissingly painful review. Mind you, I did not write this until I had been a member for several months and had met all personnel and tried (almost) all the products offered for sale to the members.

From the get-go, the feng shui of the place is very bad. Bad vibes ooze through the black-tinted storefront window. One knocks or if no answer, push a doorbell button. A large male opens the door and is dressed to look like a cop.

Of all things to encounter first at a "helping dispensary of medicine!" Most medical marijuana users, at some time, have been hassled, arrested, even beaten by cops---so again, a definitively "NONTHERAPEUTIC VIBE ensues. Less like you are a patient, coming to purchase phytomedicine....much more like you are about to be booked and put in a holding cell.....your ID is checked.

This, again, ('like in a jail' feeling increases while waiting--no muzak, a few cannabis magazines) takes a long time. The woman behind the desk knows you are a member, because you go there regularly---so what's all this bs hoo-doo about? Ridiculous. Finally, you are "cleared to go back!"

The rent-a-cop-wannabe ceremonially unlocks the door and you go back a straight corridor....there is a long counter, about the height of a bar in a drinking establishment. The available strains of the day are written on a board, behind the staffperson who waits on you. The selection of herb is limited, to say the least. Usually 4-5 kinds of bud, at the most. And these tend toward non-organic, fertilizer-forced, "chem bud." Sometimes they even name the strain honestly, "chem dog," or "diesel wreck," etc. Most smell "chemically" in one way or another.

One has to ask about genetic lineage as it is often neglected or not posted. Most often the staff knows nothing about the product, though they certainly appear to have recently tried some of the stock....that is, except the unfriendly tiny bitchy broad who sits at the desk (would do her GREAT GOOD to try some at the job.)

So, after they got sick of looking like total idiots for a few months, they started asking the growers, and got some rough ideas about what indica and sativa mean.
Their concentrates and edibles were variable--sometimes good and effective, other times, the same "brand," if you will, will be lame and ineffective. In other words, E.B.H.S. is a crap shoot at best. At worst, it is a very non-therapeutic place that has a very "ghetto/gangland feel" with uneducated workers staffing the place, with mediocre to variable weed and no other services to clients. No massage, no allied healing arts, no good music, nothing. Pay, get out. Next!

To anyone who has ever been to some of the dispensaries in San Francisco, you'd think this was the dispensary that only people on parole would be ORDERED to go to, as part of their punishment...really it's just that cheerful a place. To anyone who's been to Amsterdam or Rotterdam, EBHS is just a piece of crap. No one would go there if this place were in Holland!! It would close in a week for lack of customers.
And their hours change bizarrely--I met several members in the parking lot, often after a long trip to get there--and we find it suddenly, inexplicably, closed on Sunday (was always advertising "Open Seven Days A Week.)

To the Sacramentan Medical marijuana patient, this reviewer says, EBHS is the bottom feeder of cannabis dispensaries--avoid it like the plague.