There are certain truths I know - that we all know - but cannot be said. But behind the haze grey of smoke we put out, putting on our masks and wearing our Sunday best, the truth still emerges. It's among the most vulnerable of us where we reveal ourselves. One community sees homeless and says, "Those lazy bums!" Yet another sees them as a sign we need to make life better. And in this way character is revealed.
Same way with our children. I'll never forget an interview I saw years and years ago where Mike Wallace said America basically doesn't like her kids. I just laughed my ass off and wondered if he was going to be shellacked for violating the holy propaganda we hold our children dear. But he got away with it because he spoke a truth we all know (though never acknowledge) but he had the courage to say.
The world today is a nightmare and it's getting worse. Few realize the tsunami of grief that is headed our way. Grief like never before in human history, grief that will seal the lying mouth forever. Somewhere deep in our hearts we know our time on this path is short and that eats on us, driving us to further and further extremes. Permanent poverty, endless wars and sanctioned lies are no way to go through life, Dad.
This is what we do to other country's kids
Most people are bitter in the way their life turned out and when we reproduce we as parents desperately need our children to share in that bitterness lest we feel rejected. Basically, we want to beat the life out of the kids as we poetically marvel at the life still within them. But what shape does that leave our kids? Bloody hell, I'd say.
I've never taken Ecstasy(X). I've never taken prescription drugs either. But I've tried my assortment of chemical cocktails over the years and never really found the bang for the buck outside of a good joint. But it's raining X down on kids today and I wonder what effect it would have had on me in my school years. You see, I still know what's like to need to get away from the pain.
That's the title of an article from Fort Worth Weekly, a great local alternative newspaper. The article details the X life today:
The kandi kid is rolling hard. His sweaty teenage face is bathed in a supernaturally bright light, even though the surrounding rave is lit only by colored lasers and black lights. The kid is obviously in a rapturous trance. His face is full of awe and gratitude, his eyes gigantic, his body completely void of tension. His wrists, ringed by the fluorescent plastic bracelets that unofficially mark him as a member of the kandi gang, hang tranquilly at his sides. He wants to hug the whole world, and that tangible vibe seems to stretch out before him infinitely. He is a perfect picture of Ecstasy.
The source of this young man’s total devotion? Another kid, his white clothes incandescent in the black lights, waving gloved hands in his friend’s face, the fingers tipped with multicolored LED lights.
I realize that those for inflicting damage upon our children will differ in their opinion but I say there's no time to be a kid anymore. Massive fucking homework to waste their youth, always "preparing" them for a "real" world that is out of control, and basically adults fearing them because we know our intentions are not good (just ask an Afghan). So I look to see how - and how much - kids are coping with the pressures.
This is not a scene from the famous Dallas clubs in the 1980s, but from an August weekend in a warehouse party in the shadow of downtown Fort Worth. And the new chemical-tribal ritual wasn’t connecting only these two kids. They were surrounded by hundreds of their peers.
In the last three decades, Ecstasy, known chemically as MDMA, has been in and out of favor as the drug of choice. Right now, it is raining Ecstasy in certain young Fort Worth circles. Local high school students and former students interviewed for this story guessed that a third to half of the kids in area high schools take Ecstasy regularly — as in every weekend.
Don't get me wrong, the earliest letter ever found was of a father chastising his son to do better. We've always said "kids today suck" and are "not as good as we were back in the day." I'll leave that argument to the jerk-offs. Times change but we as a people have yet to. But like a bow being drawn ever farther out we are reaching a breaking point. The most tender among us will be the first to snap. Bullying isn't on the rise for nothing.
“Getting drugs at school is the easiest thing you can do,” said one student.
“It’s an epidemic all around,” said a recent Paschal High School graduate, wearing purple rubber Paschal sunglasses. “Whenever I bring the word up, everyone agrees.”
In some ways, it’s a gentle epidemic. Most researchers believe that pure MDMA is relatively safe for occasional use. The problem is, only some of what’s on the street is pure.
“Forty percent of what’s on the street isn’t even X,” Haenes said. Many of the pills contain methamphetamines or DXM, and some have even turned out to be PCP. Ecstasy is not physically addictive, but some users get psychologically attached to it. Even its proponents believe that it can cause problems, especially when youngsters take it too often. Kids didn’t invent the phrase “E-tard” for nothing.
Another day, another mindless DEA raid
Not much is fully known about X because, like always, anytime the repressed cocksuckers see people having fun they have to kill it. The DEA in its infinite hate (with a phony and pious face) have marked this as a drug most dangerous:
However, when Ecstasy’s fan base shifted from professionals to partiers, DEA agents began to take notice. Worried about the explosive growth in use of the drug, DEA officials used emergency measures to make Ecstasy a Schedule I narcotic on July 1, 1985. Based on scientific studies that were later called into question, the DEA categorized Ecstasy as one of the most dangerous substances floating through society. Despite the recommendation of DEA Chief Administrative Judge Francis Young, who believed MDMA should be listed as a Schedule III drug with potential medical benefits, like prescription cough syrup, the DEA decided to make it illegal to everyone, including the medical community.
Most mass distributors gave up the chase or moved their operations out of the country or underground, but the drug’s proponents in the field of psychology were outraged. By 1985, therapists were making major strides in treating people with MDMA. Many military veterans, rape victims, and others suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder were able to make peace with their traumas after MDMA therapy sessions. People in dysfunctional relationships were able to stop the battles they had been waging against each other.
The DEA’s decision disregarded those breakthroughs and findings, however. And in the process, the agency changed the Ecstasy story from that of a potentially powerful tool for improving the human experience to just another currency in the war on drugs, and turned its users into criminals.
Courtesy FW Weekly
The decision gives the DEA the one and only thing it truly wants and seeks: more power. It says much about us how we let their false morality ruin lives and give us the highest incarceration rate in the world. Driving it underground only makes X more dangerous for our kids as it allows any sort of crap to be put into the non-standardized pills.
Regardless of where it comes from, all the X out there today is a product of the black market, so users seldom know what the pills with happy faces and clever imprints actually contain. Pure MDMA is difficult to produce and obtain, regardless of what the dealers at the raves may claim, so kids are often ingesting a chemical cocktail based on dirty, addictive meth or unresearched chemicals.
According to pillreports.com, which publishes the chemical composition of pills submitted from all over the world, recently tested “Ecstasy pills” were combinations of MDMA with anything from MDA (X’s speedier cousin), amphetamines and piperazines (more commonly used to de-worm horses), to DXM (the chemical used in cough suppressants that can induce a semi-conscious, impulse-driven state.) The purple pills imprinted with the Superman logo floating around the warehouse party, for example, supposedly have a high concentration of methamphetamine.
We know we aren't providing a future for our kids. We use up their tomorrows in our today. Guilt always leads to bad decisions and false solutions. Honesty is the first step back on the road to wellness and we have to get things out into the open in order to address them. We as alleged adults need to say: "We're assholes. We fucked up the world. Please forgive us."
Despite having taken MDMA just two days before the interview, the recent Paschal graduate said he wants to get out from under X. But, “It’s not easy,” he said. “I wish I could have had someone tell me to stop and look at the big picture … People don’t stop and think about the reaction you have when the drug is gone. Mentally, it brings you down. With MDMA, you get really depressed. Shit is hard at home, and you are failing at school because you want to sleep all day. It’s a snowball. It won’t stop.”
I can't imagine being a kid today. As always, they have only each other to cling to in a world of adults with lies to protect. Life just keeps speeding up! In the twentieth century we shot all the dreamers. Here in the twenty first we reap the crushing nightmare of a dreamless planet.
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Afterlife rave club in Dallas. Jackboot cops raid them at the end for "failure to hate life".
Kids, gotta love 'em! If only we didn't screw them up.
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