INTELLIGENCE ALERT
PINKARSKY COUNTY SHERIFF’S DEPARTMENT

The Pinkarsky County Sheriff’s Department was recently made aware of a potentially dangerous threat to our children, in the form of music that mimics the feeling of euphoria that comes from taking drugs. Sheriff’s Department officials would like to warn parents about this troubling development, and encourages all parents to be vigilant and make sure and monitor any music that your children listen to, to ensure that they’re not “getting high” off it.

“Of course, we’re concerned about what the children of Pinkarsky County are listening to,” said Sheriff Waldo Heiny, at a press conference called specifically to announce this troubling development. “We want to make sure that the parents, who already have their hands full with their jobs, or unemployment worries, or whatever, understand that the Sheriff’s Department will do everything it can to help them to deal with this dangerous threat targeting our youth, by making random stops of children who exhibit odd behavior in public, and by making random searches of the CD and MP3 collections of the county’s children.”

The Sheriff added that the silence from some neighboring counties on this potentially devastating problem has been deafening.

FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE
DONAR COUNTY SHERIFF’S DEPARTMENT

The Sheriff’s Department of Donar County recently learned that some parents had become alarmed by the idea that some kids might be trying to get high by listening to music. Donar County Sheriff Whitty Crain wishes to assure parents that there is little threat of children getting high from music. The real threat is from girls dipping their tampons in vodka, and then putting the tampons in their vaginas, where the vodka is absorbed through the soft, tender tissue of the girl’s vagina.

“Girls, teenage girls, have these really soft, tender vaginas,” said Sheriff Whitty Crain, of Donar County, during a press conference. “It makes it especially easy for them to get drunk by absorbing vodka through their vaginas, so parents need to be especially vigilant about this potential crisis situation.”

The Sheriff suggested that parents check their daughters’ vaginas for the odor of vodka, but he added, “We in the Donar County Sheriff’s Department won’t leave parents to deal with this potentially deadly situation on their own. We’ll have deputies stopping girls on the streets who exhibit unusual behavior and making random vagina checks, sniffing their vaginas for vodka.”

The Sheriff explained that unusual behavior could consist of anything from laughing in public, to crying in public, and anything in between.

“The important thing is that we keep our children safe by checking their vaginas,” Sheriff Whitty Crain added. “And of course we need to show that Donar County keeps things in perspective, and we don’t get all worked up about phoney stuff like some other neighboring counties I could name, but I won’t.”

INTELLIGENCE ALERT
PINKARSKY COUNTY SHERIFF’S DEPARTMENT

The Pinkarsky County Sheriff’s Department has received a number of inquiries regarding the potential of teenage girls to become intoxicated by dipping their tampons in vodka, and then inserting the tampons into their vaginas, where the vodka is then absorbed by the tissue in the vagina. The Department would like to assure Pinkarsky County citizens that it is doing everything it can to check the vaginas of its teenage residents.

At a press conference, Sheriff Waldo Heiny stated emphatically that he was personally instituting a new vagina-sniffing protocol to ensure an orderly standard of teenage vagina sniffing. But he also stated the importance of pro-action in the fight to keep our county’s residents safe.

“To be honest, some counties have been caught flat-footed by some of these crises that we’ve been dealing with,” Sheriff Waldo Heiny explained. “Who saw the meth crisis coming? Who saw the Four Loko crisis? Who saw the candy with names that kind of sound like marijuana crisis? While some counties I could name but won’t are just sitting around scouring the internet looking for epidemics, we here in Pinkarsky county are actually trying to identify potential epidemics before they start, so we can nip them in the bud!”

Sheriff Waldo Heiny added that the night before he and his family had eaten asparagus for dinner. “Now, my wife doesn’t usually make us asparagus,” the Sheriff said. “But she did last night, because it was on sale at the Sav-A-Way. I think it was about two dollars a pound. Anyway, the asparagus was all right — she fixed it using a recipe she’d found on the internet. So we all ate it.

“Well, that night I went to the bathroom and peed, and I noticed that my pee smelled really funny. It had a more earthy and interesting odor than usual.” The Sheriff explained that because of all the teenage girl vaginas he’d been smelling lately, he had come to consider himself to be something of an expert on the odors of urine.

The Sheriff continued: “I didn’t really think too much of it until later that night, we were putting the kids to bed, and no one could find our son. It turns out, he was in the bathroom, with his head over the toilet bowl, sniffing the asparagus pee water. I hardly recognized him — it was like he couldn’t help himself.”

Sheriff Waldo Heiny warned residents that they should be aware of the potentially addictive qualities of asparagus pee odor. “My son even said that he wanted to pee in a bag so that he could keep the pee with him and sniff it whenever he wanted. Now, my son is sort of retarded, so if he could come up with an idea like huffing a bag of asparagus pee, imagine what ideas a smarter kid might come up with, to get his asparagus pee fix.”

The Sheriff added that he is working with local stores that sell asparagus, to help them to come up with voluntary protocols for the sale of asparagus, and warning signage that they can post on the potential dangers of asparagus pee sniffing. “This is a lot more than some neighboring counties are doing,” he concluded.

FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE
DONAR COUNTY SHERIFF’S DEPARTMENT

The Donar County Sheriff’s Department would like to warn parents of a potentially devastating epidemic that is afflicting one neighboring county, and could potentially spread here.

At a press conference this morning, Sheriff Whitty Crain sounded the warning alarm. “This is an addiction that strikes regardless of race or ethnic background, or skin color. It doesn’t care if you’re some poor slob who only has enough money to shop at the Sav-A-Way, or if you’ve got a little more money and a lot better taste and you shop at the Super Pic-A-Lot. Our children are at risk, and the time to think is past, and the time to act is now!”

Sheriff Whitty Crain said that the trend of asparagus pee huffing, which he said that some children might start calling “Aspeeing,” for short, would be devastating to Donar County, if it is allowed to spread unchecked. “We all know how these epidemics go,” the Sheriff said. “At first it’s just an addiction, then pretty soon people are dying left and right.”

The Sheriff added that unlike some counties where they are taking a more “casual approach” to the crisis of Aspeeing, in Donar County they were going into full crisis mode, to stop this potential crisis before it starts. “I am happy to report that the town council all got together and voted on a resolution requiring all stores in Donar County to get identification from anyone buying asparagus. No one under the age of 21 will be able to make these purchases, and no one will be able to buy more than a pound and a half of asparagus at one time.” The city council agreed that a pound and a half of asparagus seemed reasonable to them. “I don’t understand why anyone would need to buy any more than that,” the Sheriff said. “Unless they’re trying to get their Aspeeing fix.”

The Sheriff’s Department is also announcing a special Aspeeing Task Force, the duties of which will include monitoring the internet for asparagus recipes. “A lot of these websites try to entice young people by making asparagus look appetizing. And it is, don’t get me wrong. But these kids eat too much of it so that their pee smells really earthy and interesting, then they pee in a bag and keep the bag with them all day, and all they can think about it sniffing their pee bag, and soon they’ve dropped out of school and they’re dying on the streets because we didn’t do anything to stop this before it started.”

Sheriff Whitty Crain added that he has instructed deputies to make random raids on homes where asparagus has been purchased, or those homes where someone has accessed Barefoot Contessa‘s website. “We’re working with Simons Cable to get IP information, or whatever,” he added.

“The best way we can protect our children is by raiding peoples’ homes, handcuffing them, shooting their dogs if they get in our way, and ransacking their homes looking for asparagus,” the Sheriff concluded.

The Donar County Sheriff’s Department wonders if some neighboring counties care even a little bit about their residents, that they’re not willing to take these simple steps to combat what is a growing crisis.

INTELLIGENCE ALERT
PINKARSKY COUNTY SHERIFF’S DEPARTMENT

The Pinkarsky County Sheriff’s Department is pleased to announce that it is taking further steps to ensure the safety of its residents in the wake of the Aspeeing epidemic that has swept across at least two counties, and now threatens the entire state.

Sheriff Waldo Heiny, of Pinkarsky County, held a press conference at which he displayed a table of asparagus that had been confiscated from the back of the Sav-A-Way on Kitchen Truck Road. “This is what we’re dealing with, people,” he said, as cameras flashed. “It looks innocuous, but to potentially millions of people, this asparagus has the potential to ruin countless lives, kill potentially millions of innocent people, and leave potentially millions of children as orphans.”

The Sheriff’s Department has engaged in 38 asparagus raids in the two days since the Aspeeing Epidemic was first recognized. There have been 54 arrests. “Technically, these people haven’t violated any laws, because the law is working too slow to keep up with this potentially devastating crisis,” the Sheriff said. “But we’re working with our state legislator, Doug ‘Big Bud’ Hightone, to get an emergency bill introduced to ban the sale of asparagus in the state.”

In the meantime, the Pinkarsky Sheriff’s Department has unveiled it’s latest weapon in the war against Aspeeing, a rocket propelled grenade launcher, which will be used to take down airplanes or trucks that attempt to bring asparagus into Pinkarsky County. “As of now, we are an asparagus-free county,” the Sheriff declared. “Because we care about our residents, and want to ensure their safety.” Sheriff Waldo Heiny added that that the rocket propelled grenade launcher was being used in conjunction with the county’s other high-tech weapons, including four armored vehicles, 450 AK-47s, and body armor. “This is a war,” the Sheriff said. “We are dealing with a relentless enemy that is targeting our children. We will spare no expense in protecting those children.”

“Top that,” Sheriff Waldo Heiny concluded, in a jab which was aimed squarely at the sheriff’s department of a neighboring county.

FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE
DONAR COUNTY SHERIFF’S DEPARTMENT

In a series of well-coordinated, daring midnight raids, the Donar County Sheriff’s Department confiscated more than twelve pounds of asparagus, which many fear is being used in a potentially deadly practice known as “Aspeeing,” in which victims become addicted to the earthy and interesting smell of asparagus pee. Among those places raided were the Super Pic-A-Lot on Greasy Hollow, and the home of Charles and Marie Mileton, of 1298 Follow Rooster Lane, near stop 238.

“It was a successful mission,” Sheriff Whitty Crain said. “We definitely sent a message, that Donar County will not tolerate the targeting of its most vulnerable residents in this insidious manner.”

Following the raid on their home, Charles and Marie Mileton were taken to County General hospital, where they were treated for multiple gunshot wounds before passing away. Sheriff Whitty Crain noted that while the deaths of the Miletons were tragic, they were an unavoidable consequence of dealing with the Aspeeing Epidemic.

“Aspeeing doesn’t care who it targets,” the Sheriff said. “Tonight’s battle was a victory, a small one, but the war will no doubt rage indefinitely. In fact, we’re already making plans for a long-term war.” The Sheriff added that during the raid the Miletons exhibited suspicious behavior when they accused deputies of violating their “fourth amendment rights.” These accusations made the deputies participating in the raid feel threatened, because asserting “fourth amendment rights” is typical criminal behavior.

Sheriff Whitty Crain went on to add that he was alarmed by what he saw as another potentially devastating crisis on the horizon. “It occurred to me while I was coordinating tonight’s missions: If people are now peeing into bags and huffing them, what’s to stop them from pooing into bags, and huffing that? That’s why this morning I am pleased to announce the formation of a brand new anti-Dooking task force, to help us coordinate our efforts in combating what has the potential to be a devastating new addiction for our children.”

The Sheriff had to cut the press conference short, as there were rumors that a small passenger plane carrying asparagus had entered Donar County airspace. “We will be taking that plane down with one of our Stinger missiles,” the Sheriff said, exiting the conference room. Later, after the passenger plane had been taken down, he winked at Channel 7′s camera and said, “Check, and mate,” in a comment apparently directed at a certain neighboring county’s sheriff’s department.

INTELLIGENCE ALERT
PINKARSKY COUNTY SHERIFF’S DEPARTMENT

The Pinkarsky County Sheriff’s Department, in response to the recently uncovered Dooking Epidemic, is pleased to announce that it will be conducting random bathroom raids to ensure that people are defecating into their toilets, like they’re supposed to, and not defecating into bags and then huffing it, which is potentially dangerous and addictive.

“If these raids find evidence of even one person even thinking about Dooking, it will all be worth it,” Sheriff Waldo Heiny said. He added that parents can help the Sheriff’s Department by talking to their kids about the dangers of Dooking.

“What we found with Aspeeing is that the epidemic came upon us so fast that most kids hadn’t even heard of it, and didn’t even know about the danger they were in,” the Sheriff explained. “Now, we’re asking parents to help us spread the word about Dooking, and the process by which a person first defecates, or poops, into a bag, then places the open end of the bag up to their face and firmly closes the end of the bag around their mouth and nose (creating as air-tight a seal as possible), and then inhales deeply the aroma of feces (poop).”

The Sheriff added that parents should be on the lookout for suspicious behavior from their children while discussing these dangers with them. For instance, if a child claims never to have heard of Dooking, the Sheriff’s Department should be immediately contacted so that a raid can be coordinated. “Claiming to have never heard of Dooking is a defensive move common among Dookers,” the Sheriff said. Other suspicious behavior among Dookers includes having no interest in the subject of Dooking, asking too many questions about Dooking, or not asking enough questions about Dooking.

“To be safe, we’re planning on raiding the homes of all Pinkarsky County residents,” Sheriff Waldo Heiny said. “We’re just gassing up our armored vehicles, and then we should be ready to go.” He then added that he didn’t care what other, neighboring counties did, all the cared about was protecting his own residents.

DEA INTELLIGENCE ALERT – FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE

The Drug Enforcement Agency is issuing a bulletin for all domestic police agencies. Over the past week, the Agency has become aware of two separate addiction epidemics, Aspeeing, and Dooking, which have devastated two small counties in America’s heartland. Thus far, more than 784 people have been killed, as law enforcement agencies in those communities have struggled to fight these addictions that are targeting our nation’s weakest people.

The DEA wishes to assure residents all over the world that it will spare no expense in fighting these scourges. It is pleased to announce that it is currently working with Senator Chuck Schumer to craft legislation that will empower federal law enforcement agencies to direct all necessary resources to fighting these two potentially devastating epidemics. “I see this as a real opportunity for us to get out in front of what has the potential to be a serious epidemic,” Senator Schumer said.

The DEA would further like to thank Sheriff Waldo Heiny of Pinkarsky County for bringing these epidemics to its attention.

FROM THE DONAR COUNTY EXAMINER
SHERIFF WHITTY CRAIN ARRESTED ON SUSPICION OF MURDER

Sheriff Whitty Crain has been arrested on suspicion of murdering Pinkarsky County Sheriff Waldo Heiny yesterday. Witnesses claim that Sheriff Crain was jealous that Sheriff Heiny had been mentioned in a press release from the Drug Enforcement Agency while he had not.

“This is a real tragedy,” said city councilwoman Irma Davois. “The Sheriff has been a tireless crusader for law and order, especially lately as he’s been out in front of two potentially devastating addiction epidemics — protecting our children from Dooking and Aspeeing. To see him facing these charges is a real blow.”

The body of Sheriff Waldo Heiny was found last night in own home. He’d apparently been shot with an AK-47, and his body squashed flat by an armored vehicle. Unconfirmed reports suggest that the words “I’M DOING MORE TO PROTECT THE PEOPLE IN MY COUNTY THAN YOU EVER DID IN YOURS, YOU STUPID JERK!” were found carved into his chest in tiny little letters, in handwriting similar to that of Sheriff Whitty Crain.

“He did have really distinctive handwriting,” said an unnamed source in the Donar County Sheriff’s Department.

Although charges are pending, Sheriff Whitty Crain has said he has no intention of resigning as sheriff. “There is still much that needs to be done to protect our residents. These charges are proof that I’ve been too effective. They’re all afraid of me, and how I’m protecting the people in my county! I can do it from jail!”

The Sheriff then began laughing maniacally and said that he was creating a task force to combat a new crisis he’d just heard about or thought might attack his county, this one in which people pee and poop on tampons, and then put them in their vaginas while listening to addictive music that comes from listening to pee and poop in a bag. He then added cryptically that, “No one wants to return to a time when just anyone could buy all the cold medicine they want without showing an ID, do they? Do they? HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

The Sheriff’s lawyer, Manny Simon, noted that Sheriff Whitty Crain still has the community’s full support. “No one has done more to help this community through two recent crises, and everyone knows that.” He cited the fact that the Shriner’s of Columbus had not changed its plans to give Sheriff Whitty Crain its “Man of the Year” award next Saturday.

“He’s been a pillar of the community,” Simon said. “Unlike the sheriffs of some neighboring counties.”

Far from the land of Noah lived Moah. He also was warned of the flood but his task was simpler, rather than saving all of land fauna, Moah built his ark to accomodate all the people and livestock of his little town, most prominently his triplet sons; Bovus, Vincent and Cornelius. Before god spake to him, Moah was a skillful worker of the earth. Grains, cattle and vines he knew best of all men. Like even the ignorant he also kept chickens, sheep and gardened other crops like basil and mint. These arts he taught with perfect consistency to all three of his sons and all three became as much the master of them as their father. Came the day of rains and all the townspeople and their seed and their beasts boarded the ark and waited for the rains to end. Once they did and the waters receded the ark was wrecked on a mountaintop. Moah drowned in this disaster which saw the three sons with equal goods and equal survivors drift apart. Each finally settled on different sides of the mountain, separated by rock and ravine, thinking themselves the only party to live through the deluge.

Cornelius, his wife and children and friends, all came to rest on the eastern plain. Here there was fine earth for raising grain, good sun, just enough rain but too much for vines and there was little pasturage for the herds. Vincent’s people came to rest on the sou thern slopes where the warmth and loose soils made vines grow like well-fed sons but the plains were rocky; turning back seed and producing little grass for grazing. On the western side landed Bovus whose cattle devoured luxurious grass that stretched off far but the plain was no good for farming as the sod was so tight it could scarcely be cut with a knife, much less plowed. Vines would hardly flower given the cold mornings, brief sun and harsh soil of the permanent afternoon on the far side of the mountain.

Time passed, as it will, and each tiny, isolated community grew well. But finally the day came when the three sons, now old men, breathed their last. As they were born, so did they die. Simultaneously. All the mourners on whatever side of the mountain came to the same conclusion: our great man is dead, we should bury him with his father, or as well as we can. So they all set out for the ruined ark on the mountaintop which all could see but where none had ever set foot since that long ago day. The funeral parties, in as much finery as their hands could produce, came over the ridge and gazed at each other in amazement. The sons of Bovus came in thick clothing made of hides. They had been nursed on milk, meat and little else. They were strong and brutish; in the habit of killing whatever they ate. Alone among Moah’s people they had become hunters of game, fishers and gatherers of the few roots at the edge of their lands. Vincent’s people were fine and pale. Their clothes were of thin wool finely woven as their few sheep were coddled and treasured for their wool. Cattle they knew but could only keep a small herd on their poor grass. They had urns of wine though, and had been raised on grapes, olives, garlic and forrage. The clan of Cornelius was dressed in rude cloth made from the fibers of wheat stalks. But they had been raised on bread. Bread, bread and more bread. From farming grains on their good land they had more food than they could eat so they grew numerous. Their party was twice the other two put together. And they also knew cattle although they could not graze them. They fed their beasts grain also so there were not so many of them but they did produce milk and meat in limited quantities. Wine, they had forgotten; their old vintners died in frustration, but they had found beer while making their bread and the masters of beer and bread had discovered an amazing thing. Cheese.

All had heard the old stories, of course, and discovering that they all spoke the same language and had the same grandfather they came together, buried their fathers together and had one great mourning feast in the shadow of their once shared home. Each returned to their people with the astounding story and with the proof of it in goods the likes of which their families had never seen. The Bovines were astonished at bread, wine and most of all, cheese. In Cornova they marveled at clothes of wool and leather, having always been poorly clad. In Vineland they devoured the meat and fish that they usually had only on feast days while beer seemed a muddy miracle. Excitement boiled through all the people. It seemed like a new world had opened while an old one was re-discovered. They could rebuild everything now, re-populate and re-make all of Creation.

But in each camp there were some who did not think much of re-making. They had risen and prospered in their trades and were suspicious even if these were their long lost brothers. In Vinland the winemakers looked on beer as a horror. There was no art to this and no practical limit on its raw material of grain. Cheap beer poured into their houses producing drunkards in shocking numbers, drawing the boys from the vines and polluting even their women with daily drunkeness. In Bovus they devoured bread and drove herds over the mountain passes to trade for it but this was difficult. To even get a few beeves over they first had to get grain to feed them on the trip; grass could not be transported. But once in Cornova no one would trade for their cattle immediately for they knew that the cattle could not be grazed and therefore the price would come down over a few days time as the Bovines had to trade for grain just to feed them. In Cornova there was shock and angst over imported manners from both the Bovines and the Vintners; the one crude and violent, the other effete and superior. Wine and beef drove out beer and bread while both outsiders sought cheese above all and much desired the secret to its making to the point of spying, stealing and lying for it.

The result all around the mountain was a tranche of laws to control and finally forbid the cross border trade; laws that were subverted or ignored although great efforts were made to enforce them. The enforcers, after all, also liked beef and cheese and wine and beer which they were forbidden to get honestly. The tiny communities could only devolve into a state of near war; smuggling and hoarding led to raiding and thieving which led to kidnapping and murder. Grudges developed into feuds and feuds into battles. The most numerous Cornovans could spare the most men but the Bovines were most fierce. The Vintners, most cunning. On all slopes there were more men committed to protecting the fields and storehouses and fewer to working them. Where cooperation, a bit of patience and a bit of trust could have produced plenty for all, instead there came to be a wasteland, the mountain region returning to much what it was before the flood; before the coming of man with man himself becoming little more than a larger beast with stranger habits including an inexplicable animosity for similar beasts from the far valley. These idiosyncrasies were little noted by the outsiders who also had somehow survived the flood who one day came in numbers and with arms to take all they could find from all over the mountain leaving the sons of Moah bereft and astonished and now unable to distinguish one brother from another. So they dissappeared from the knowledge of men.

Former Green Bay Packers kicker Chester Marcol’s new autobiography looks to be a real humdinger.

From the Milwaukee Journal-Sentinel, an excerpt:

“I had tried coke for the first time the week before, as training camp was winding down at St. Norbert’s College in DePere, Wisconsin. I was at a party and a woman asked me if I wanted to buy a gram for one hundred dollars. I vaguely remembered a friend warning me, ‘Don’t ever do cocaine. You might like it and get hooked.’  But I was drinking – I already had a problem with alcohol at that point – and your intellect doesn’t function very well when you’re drunk. So I bought the coke and tried it. To say I liked it would be an enormous understatement.

“Within a very short amount of time, I was buying a quarter-ounce of cocaine a week. I had purchased Kruggerands, gold pieces, as an investment and I remember going to the bank to withdraw them and selling them one at a time so I could buy coke. I ended up putting those Kruggerands right up my nose.

“My friend was right. I liked cocaine. I REALLY liked it. The second I snorted the drug for the first time, I was hooked. During the 1980 season, until I was cut by Coach [Bart] Starr, I used cocaine before every game. To this day, I’m convinced the coaches and management never knew about my coke use.

“When I discovered cocaine, it was the beginning of the end. Between alcohol, the prescription drugs I was abusing, and coke –especially coke – I was hardly ever sober anymore. In short order, I became an absolute mess.

“That’s why the Packers cut me. I couldn’t perform because of my drug use, though the team had no way of knowing that cocaine, alcohol, and pills were the reason for my erratic kicking. Drug-testing in the N.F.L. was still years away. I’m sure my decline baffled Starr and the coaching staff.”

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William F Buckley was a miraculous man in several regards. Born with a platinum trust and a silver tongue he invented the Public Intellectual as we know him today; the glib proprietor of some venue, inviting in those with similar ambitions but divergent opinions for a quick flensing before a hostile scrum. He was quite nearly the inventor of modern conservatism, the ungay marriage of dusty, rarely followed moral precepts and musty, never followed fiscal principles. An iconclast, he managed to be unpredictable enough to rise to be the ONE out and proud conservative to be grudgingly admitted a modest intelligence. Somewhat famously, later in life, he made libertarian-based drug legalization his personal hobbyhorse and the open editorial position of The National Review. Less famously this came after a rather sanguine philosophical failure.

When it came to drugs, Buckley was against them before he was for ‘em. The internets only reveal evidence of Mr Buckley’s climb-down; a debate he engaged in with Charlie Rangel where he opposes Rangel’s nanny-state based expansion of the nation’s longest war by far, today’s War on Drugs. But I remembers it, oh yes I does. In the vid you will see Buckley state nonchalantly that he favors the execution of drug dealers to children, meaning minors. Before you break your neck in enthusiastic agreement with this bit of Hunnism, recall that the majority of those selling drugs to teens will likewise be teens, a complication not considered by the Buckley of ’91. And the Buckley prior was both more consistent and more savage. He was for a level of surveillance, intrusions and criminal sentencing that would make Mussolini crap his drawers. Perhaps Buckley’s writings contain something other than the usual ignorant braggadocio of the Drug Warrior to support this position but my memory of thirty years vintage states otherwise. Yes, Buckley was for prohibitions across the board enforced through capital punishment. But at least this would-be Caesar proved more educable than his peers. At least with the dramatic failures, costs and depredations decades of the Drug War revealed, he was able to moderate his position; really invert half of it and double down on the balance. Thus he arrives where he calls for decriminalization generally but capitalization as regards minors.

There was however an interim step. For years, as I recall it, Buckley was for SUPER-criminalization, using his slouch and chuckle to persuade his audience and his guests that nothing less than a campaign of prison-cities and mass hangings could stem the “disaster” of drug proliferation. Further, anyone who was not down for Terminator without the robots was “not serious” in their opposition to drugs.

This was a very weighty charge indeed, perhaps more so then than even now. To be unserious on drugs was to laugh at Len Bias’s funeral or to rejoice over John Belushi’s body bag. So any fool standing in the cockpit of Buckley’s ship had best be equipped with a pocket full of no no noes and but but buts.  The result of course was that the public pressures worked a ratchet; harshening sentences, expanding enforcement and deranging the dialogue. Privately, well, do you think a Buckley or a Gore or a Kennedy or a Bush would be subjected to such a regimen? We know better, some of us personally. Here the charge of malicious and debilitating racism is quite well founded. Plain old favoritism also obtains. So the whole edifice is rotten, contradictory and not working, some would say unworkable. Yet it thrives and not least because of the ancient machinations of William F Buckley which he came to revise but not publicly regret. Even later he became a fanatic prohibitionist of that most deadly of consumer products, tobacco but only after the death of his beloved wife (at a ripe age) to smoking related illness. What we must conclude, with some surprise, is that the giant Bill Buckley was not, in the end, a man of principle.

Nope, he was a reactionary and subject to manic passions. How else can we explain his flips, his flops and most damaging of all, the fact that neither he or anyone else in public office ever denounce these grotesque usurpations on principle. Isn’t this the interminable bleat of the proud “conservative”? Where ever the Conservative looks he sees a breach of the Constitution. So riddle me this? What enumerated power in the Constitution validates the War on Drugs? The response will be a hemming and hawing at the Commerce Clause that makes Obamacare’s presumptions sound convincing. And yet still, excepting only the Pauls, there are none in public life who will ask this obvious question. And why? Because it has an obvious answer. No Virginia, there is NO Constitutionally valid foundation for forbidding anyone to pick a plant from the ground and put it into their body.

And Lefties, you can just quit smiling. The simple and factual declaration of Dr Paul on our natural born freedoms were used as a cudgel to rubbish the Republican debate and any sprouting dissent on the Drug War in one whack. This is the pattern and you know it. It is plain that questions on medical marijuana or drug issues generally are scrubbed from Obama and Democratic town halls. How much of Obama’s support came from those who thought he had a secret desire and plan to mitigate the Drug War? And yet what has been the result? The only softening, predictably, is in the public but quiet surrender of the term, War on Drugs while Kinetic Incarceration Action continues unebbed.

Waive away all these old grudges and throw out the ledgers. Now, clowntime is over. There is a threat too great for any of us to ignore. The devil’s comin’ out of Georgia and he’s lookin’ for a poll to steal….

Newt Gingrich. Newt Gingrich. Feel the stench of that name in your throat because Newt Gingrich is grooming himself for a bust in the Mad Tyrant Wing of whatever museum might survive his existence. For Newt has taken a page from Buckley; he embraces execution of so-called “drug dealers” on a Singaporean model. Now, in this instance he was not burping up his own idea, a fondness for Singaporean Justice was slo-pitched him by OReilly, that dim-witted model for wrinkle cream. But neither of these besuited offenses to public decency could spare a syllable for the differences between ourselves and the Chinese nationalist relic in the swamp that is Singapore or whether those differences might be there for a reason. These chumps seem to think we will scarcely notice a smooth transition to Singaporean norms which also outlaw chewing gum and feature public floggings for things like vandalism. Where is THAT in the Constitution, I long to learn.

Some may complain that this animated effigy of Bilbo Baggins is a harmless sort. Look at him snigger and jig. And maybe in his heart, he is a good leprechaun, but that is worse. That would mean that he knows good and well that the Drug War is unworkable, illegal and in full measure un-American. Yes, it certainly is within the habits of the Newt we know for him to conciously ape that long transformation of Buckley’s, later to become the libertarian champion of de-crim as Buckley did. But to achieve this aim he will promote a tyranny over citizens that even Hitler did not. That’s not hyperbole folks, that is fuckin’ fact. Maybe it IS Newt’s goal to scare us straight but as the super-smart historian he claims to be, certainly he must know that many a war or other disaster has come from the untimely detonation of this kind of reverse vulcan nerve pinch maneuver in the perpetrator’s face. But it would be just like him to know this and believe that his knowledge would protect him from such a misfortune. He is about the only figure we know that would try to cynically claim the mantle of the toughest Drug Warrior of all time and then cynically burn that as a sacrifice to emerge as the generous despot, ceremonially opening the granaries that had been filled through confiscation.

Of course to do that he would have to go further than Buckley, especially since he will be, if the plan works out, President of These United States. Newt of course will have to ACTUALLY hang some drug dealers. He will have to hold court over a vigorous few years at least of random citizen drug tests, thoroughly patrolled and controlled borders, doubled, tripled, quadrupled drug sentences famously including death and then, when the time is ripe and disaster has touched every street and every life, regretfully accept his failures.

Oh yeah, THAT’S the Newt we know!

This loon needs stopping and I don’t mean soon.

10. You don’t care who you get your shamrocks off with

9. You keep going up to strangers and saying, “Ire me; I’m kiss-ish!”

8. You think a tube of toothpaste is astronaut food

7. You keep wishing someone would drive the snakes out of your head

6. You wonder how you wound up with a lower stomach tattoo that says “Kiss My Lucky Charms!”

5. You’re now thinking Sarah Palin is Presidential material

4. You can actually see leprechauns

3. You make Charlie Sheen look like Justin Bieber

2. You wonder how you wound up with a bent shillelagh

1. You spend the entire night doing your Linda Blair impression
 

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10. During your physical, they found traces of blood in your alcohol

9. At AA meetings you begin: “Hi, my name is… uh…Wait, I know this as well as I know my own name….‘Happy Birthday to you. Happy Birthday to you. Happy Birthday, dearrrrr…’”

8. You keep claiming you’re “as jober as a sudge”

7. You make Lindsay Lohan look like Susan Boyle

6. The room is spinning faster than a hamster wheel

5. You’re wondering how you wound up with a chest tattoo of Cloris Leachman

4. You have toilet seat bruises all over the back of your head

3. Your idea of cutting back is less salt on the rim of your Margarita glass

2. You keep falling off the floor

1. You think Sarah Palin would make a great President
 

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No, I am not talking about the heartwarming 1993 movie about the love affair between a young boy and a killer whale. I am talking about the weekend arrest of grizzled country music star Willie Nelson for marijuana possession. It just ain’t right.

I wouldn’t necessarily say I am digging Willie Nelson getting arrested for pot possession, it’s more like angered and amazed by this.  Let me preface this all by saying that I hate country music with an unbridled passion. I try not to use the word hatemuch, and reserve the word only for country music, the show TMZ, the band Nickelback, and the entire New York Yankees organization.  So while I am not a Willie Nelson music fan, I am definitely a Willie Nelson person fan. He is no doubt an icon with that greasy ponytail and crusty beard that probably still has food in it from something he ate in 1972. The guy also made a cameo in “Half Baked” where he said the classic line, “I remember when a dime bag used to cost a dime.” And for that alone, I think Willie Nelson seems like a pretty cool dude. So who could possibly arrest this beloved free spirit for doing something he truly enjoys doing?    

I think it is also fair for me to say that I am not one of those “Legalize Pot” advocates either. While I certainly think the stuff should be legal to some extent, or at least decriminalized, I am not like that guy we all knew in college who would marvel at all the wonders of hemp. Like hemp could do all this incredible stuff and achieve world peace, end world hunger, and solve a Rubik’s cube. But I do think it’s absurd that someone would waste their time arresting Willie Nelson for it.  

I can imagine this country-fried hillbilly sheriff rubbing his hands together in glee as if Roscoe P. Coltrane finally caught the Duke boys.  Great work Sherlock Holmes! You found some weed on the bus of a 73 year old country music legend who openly expresses his love for marijuana and is the co-chair of the National Organization for the Reform of Marijuana Laws (NORML).

Here are some more crime tips, Columbo: you may find weed on Snoop Dogg or Cypress Hill’s tour bus as well, or find a lethal amount of ozone killing hairspray on Bon Jovi’s bus.  And it’s pretty’s safe to say you will find a cache of weapons, weed, and Cristal champagne on any given rapper’s bus. 

I’d be thrilled as a taxpayer in Texas to know that money and time was spent on busting Willie Nelson for pot. I’m sure everyone in Texas is sleeping better tonight knowing that despicable and dangerous criminal is off the streets. Oh, and I am certain ol’ Willie learned a lesson and will never ever touch that naughty weed again.  And if you believe all that, you must be smoking the stuff yourself!

After a long day at the office (my couch), I can’t think of a better way to unwind than with my favorite caffeinated malt liquor beverage: Four Loko. You can see why, then, I was so shocked to hear that my beloved Loko was being pulled from shelves. What’s the matter, Uncle Sam? Scared of a good time? Afraid you might have too much fun? I didn’t realize our government was run by a bunch of grandmas.

Upon hearing the dreadful news, I decided there was only one reasonable way to make the case against the banning of caffeine in these beverages. I was going to buy a case of Four Loko, share it with my friends, and record everything in my journal. Here’s what happened:

I got back to my apartment with my new case of Four Loko (I decided on Four MaXed Gold flavor. I normally think of myself as more of a regular plain Four Loko drinker, but I figured it couldn’t hurt to really pull out all the stops on this one.  It’s like picking Mountain Dew over Pepsi.  You’re still getting the kick, but you look cooler) and threw it down on the coffee table. Next, I was going to call up all of my friends.  They would love this idea.

“Hey _____, it’s Matt!”

“Oh hey Matt.  I’m so glad you called. You’re a great friend.”

“Thanks, I know. Hey, here’s a question. Would you like to drink a case of Four Loko with me to show everyone how it’s NBD?”

“Wow, Matt. That sounds great. I’d love to help. Be right over.”

I decided to crack my first Loko in the process and got to the calling.

Unfortunately, all of my friends were busy. But hey, that’s what happens with these real life experiments. Some people just can’t hang. You can’t plan this sort of thing! This is life on the edge. Guerilla Journalism.  That’s quite alright, I thought. I’ll just do it myself.

I figured I should try and accomplish something practical while drinking my Lokos so as to prove that they did not hinder my judgement any more than any other beverage would. A quick look in my day planner revealed I had nothing planned.

Oh, I actually forgot to mention this, but it’s probably important. I’m not really a drinker. Meaning, I’ve never drank before. I figured that would make me an even better test subject for my experiment. I’m pure.  It’s like drawing a picture on a fresh piece of paper. It’s the best. I’m the best.

Cut to a few hours later. Six Lokos deep and wandering around my local pharmacy. It’s amazing what you can accomplish when you have a few liters of Loko in you. Before I knew it I was getting all my daily errands done in record time, and making a lot of new friends along the way. I couldn’t believe anyone would rally against this. Especially the government! What better way to stimulate the economy than to give your citizens a drink that not only makes them forget all their troubles, but also gives them the energy to accomplish everything they’ve become too depressed to do?

Turns out, I was never at the pharmacy. Apparently, Four Lokos can make you black out when you drink eight of them. I woke up the next morning in the dumpster of my local Panera Bread covered in sourdough bread bowls. I was also covered in vomit.

Well, wait a minute. What can we take away from all of this? Is Four Loko bad? The short answer is, I have no idea. In fact, none of this really happened. I made it up. This was a fiction piece. Thank you. Have a great weekend!

10. Everybody knows how much men love their cars!

9. He was very confused about the term ‘carjacking’

8. He swears the headlights kept winking at him

7. Seriously, Dude, have you ever even seen a Maserati Bora?!

6. PCP and Jack Daniels don’t mix

5. He was parked on Lover’s Lane, and one thing led to another

4. No way could he resist that junk in the trunk!

3. The new car smell really turned him on

2. He thought it would be fun to impale an Impala

1. When he told his friends how lonely he was, they suggested autoeroticism
 

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It has been a very bizarre couple of days for me. I went to a hockey game and met a hair band legend, I have mice in my house, and I drank one of the malt beverages that the media is up in arms about and facebook is all abuzz over. Ahh, the highs and lows of a 34 year old father who still thinks he is 22.

I worked for Comcast — the evil, hated, and vile cable company — for five years back in mid-2000’s. It wasn’t a great job, but it had a ton of perks. One was occasionally getting seats to the Comcast luxury box in the Spectrum for Flyer and Sixer games. Since I left Comcast, that perk went away but I was lucky enough to be invited to a game by my friend Don who still works there. These luxury boxes are meant for movers and shakers, big business men, yuppies, and the athletes’ family.  Not some short Irish schlub who has a very low paying job in higher education. So it can be easy to feel awkward upon walking in, but we got to the box and it looked like a nice group so my worries eased. There were two guys from Hometown Beverages in there telling us about, and giving us, beer after delicious beer of their Hometown Lager and Hometown Light. Nice guys, and the beer was worthy of an entire blog itself. It was nice to sit in a luxury box, stuff my face with gourmet food, and knock back free beers. 

Finally, I tried a 4Loko this weekend. This stuff has been almost urban legend to me until I tried it. I’ve heard story after story about crazy things happening to people who drank it. The bottom line is that it’s a malt beverage (bad news) mixed with energy drink (worse news) and it is 12% alcohol. The media isn’t helping matters by condemning it because it is only making kids want to try it.  So yesterday I decided to start my Philadelphia Eagles tailgate off by having one — another bad Marty O’Connor decision on any given Sunday.  Now I didn’t wake up in a gutter dressed like a clown and married to a hooker.  But after drinking it, I really only had a few more beers because I kept thinking my heart was going to explode into a fiery ball. I definitely liked it for a bit, put me in a good mood and put some wind in my sails.  Having energy was a weird experience because thanks to my son’s bad sleeping habits lately, I have been averaging about four hours of sleep a night. But my friends weren’t so well off. They got pretty nuts with it, but the good thing was that for once, I wasn’t the drunkest guy at the tailgate.

The hockey game was awesome — swinging fist, slapped pucks, teeth lost, and mullets flowing in the cool Wells Fargo Center air. I have only been to one hockey game in the past four years since I left Comcast, and I had forgotten how superior live hockey is to television hockey. After the game we headed to the large bar area to have one more before going home. As we were talking, my buddy says “dude, that’s CC Deville” as some raggedy looking, weathered rocker type with a wild blond mane walked by us. He yells “Yo CC!” and he turns and says hi. CC Deville was the lead guitarist for Poison, the 80’s hair band of bands. We ended up getting our photo with him, and I haven’t stopped itching since. I am kidding, but I did disinfect all the clothes I was wearing with a flea bomb. Alright, I am joking again. I guess my point is that CC Deville is surely laden with STDs and has a penis that probably hisses and glows in the dark by this point.