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But they somehow got the floor... ?
This is how the last decade has been on the internet for me.
An initially vibrant and creative world of Social Media turned dark with the advent of MK Ultra Celebs takeover. Legends in their own minds yet really just stoner wannabe's, they made it their Devil's Playground.
Watching such stupid people grab centre stage and hold it has been mind-numbing and soul deadening.
And just how this very sad chapter of the world will end is getting much clearer to me.
I took a good long look at their interactions when they were off their damned heads (and that's all the time), and the picture it painted wasn't pretty. Still, the realization that this was what I'd been dealing with for over a decade explained a lot of the utter psychotic lunacy I'd seen and their insane justifications for decisions that made no sense whatsoever.
The amazing content of the stoned-out conversations of my enemies:
“We gotta write this down.”
“Where's the lighter?” “Is that my lighter?”
“I’m too high, man.”
“Dis shit right here.”
“Joints left, pipe right.”
“I can’t be around people right now.”
“What should we watch?”
“So there’s this car that runs on water. It runs on water, man!”
“Are my eyes red?”
“That’s not a microphone.”
“What was I saying?”
“I’m starving.”
“What should we do?”
Dots joining about the idiocy I've been surrounded by for too too long now ...
As the dope kicks in harder, they start thinking harder, asking themselves the important questions:
“When we yawn, do deaf people think we’re screaming?”
“If two vegans are arguing, is it considered beef?”
“If you clean a vacuum, do you become a vacuum cleaner?”
“What happens if I get scared half to death twice?”
“Who closes the door after the bus driver gets off?”
“If Cinderella’s shoe fit perfectly, why did it fall off?”
“If Apple made a car, would it still have windows?”
“If tomatoes are a fruit, does that mean ketchup is a smoothie?”
“If you’re waiting for the waiter, aren’t you the waiter?”
“Is a group of squids called a squad?”
“Do pets name their owners?”
“There are more nipples in the world than people.”
“If oranges are orange, why are limes not called greens and lemons not called yellows?”
“Who put the alphabet in alphabetical order?”
“Faded AF is faded AF backward.”
Hmmm. Why was I worried about these idiots again?
After a few hits of those drugs, you never know what sort of thoughts will pop into their head. When dope smokers get high, they tend to be a lot more profound than usual. Whether they’re talking about a tv show or their favorite strain, plenty of thought goes into each conversation.
In fact, stoners come up with some of the most interesting things to say. And with each subject comes more questions.
“Why do doctors leave when they’re going to see you naked anyway?”
“If you have braces and die, will they bury you with them still on?”
“If parents say “Don’t talk to strangers,” then how do you ever make friends?”
“Which armrest at the movie theater is yours?”
“If you are bald, then what hair color do they put on your license?”
“If you don’t have a left hand, can you still say that you smoke left-handed cigarettes?”
“Can you daydream at night?”
“If they call it quicksand, then why does it work so slowly?”
“Why do they sterilize lethal injections?”
“If someone is short, then can they still “talk down” to a person if they’re tall?”
“Why are all of the Harry Potter spells in Latin if they’re English?”
“Do pigs pull their hamstrings?”
At times I completely lose interest in speaking after listening to them.
SO WHAT REALLY HAPPENS IN STONER'S BRAINS?
The truth about cannabis induced psychosis
Psychotic stoners running the world? Is that supposed to be funny?
By now I'm seriously enraged at all I've seen and been through at the hands of these complete morons. What the hell's going on?
Earth has become the laughing stock of Hell,
it looks like one of its own.
So listen up, stoners:
I am God's rage!
Further questions now began arising for me:
"Why are the stoners still getting airplay ? How were they ever taken seriously? How did such a bunch of thieving pickpockets become a famous crime syndicate? And why were they all then relegated to some kind of leadership roles? Placed above others who are intelligently and calmly going about their lives quietly
helping others any way they can?
What kind of values does the world hold about
ethical leadership, integrity and morality?
Oh I see, none. Right."
When Cannabis Use Goes Wrong: Mental Health Side Effects of Cannabis Use That Present to Emergency Services (excerpt)
REVIEW article
Front. Psychiatry, 15 February 2021 Sec. Addictive Disorders Volume 12 - 2021 | https://doi.org/10.3389/fpsyt.2021.640222
Cannabis use is becoming recognized as a modifiable risk factor for several adverse effects on human health, including mental illness.
While the literature indicates a strong association with the development of psychotic disorders; mood and anxiety disorders as well as suicidal ideation have also been reported.
Although physical health is not the focus of this article, there are several reported medical adverse events that are of concern, such as cannabinoid hyperemesis syndrome, lung injury with vaping cannabis and arrhythmias.
Additionally, the role of cannabis in trauma (e.g., motor vehicle collisions), injuries (e.g., falls), and in acute negative effects in conjunction with illicit drug use, are causes of ED admissions.
Cannabis use is a modifiable risk factor for the development and exacerbation of mental illness. The strongest evidence of risk is for the development of a psychotic disorder, associated with early and consistent use in youth and young adults.
Cannabis-related mental health adverse events precipitating Emergency Department (ED) or Emergency Medical Services presentations can include anxiety, suicidal thoughts, psychotic or attenuated psychotic symptoms, and can account for 25–30% of cannabis-related ED visits.
Up to 50% of patients with cannabis-related psychotic symptoms presenting to the ED requiring hospitalization will go on to develop schizophrenia.
With the legalization of cannabis in various jurisdiction and the subsequent emerging focus of research in this area, our understanding of who (e.g., age groups and risk factors) are presenting with cannabis-related adverse mental health events in an emergency situation is starting to become clearer.
However, for years we have heard in popular culture that cannabis use is less harmful or no more harmful than alcohol use; however, this does not appear to be the case for everyone.
It is evident that these ED presentations should be considered another aspect of potentially harmful outcomes that need to be included in knowledge mobilization.
In the absence of a clear understanding of the risk factors for mental health adverse events with cannabis use it can be instructive to examine what characteristics are seen with new presentations of mental illness both in emergency departments (ED) and early intervention services for mental illness.
Pretttty pissed off by now by what's going on...
My personal experience with cannabis has been dismally depressing.
I was given marijuana at the age of 15 and my brother only 14, by charismatic local drug-dealer Patrick, recently arrived from England, who I now see as a milder wannabe version of Charlie Manson.
When I was almost immobilised by the effects of his drugs, he'd have sex with me. After a couple years smoking in my early teens, I developed fierce anxiety attacks whenever I partook, and by the age of 17 my use was extremely sporadic. When I became pregnant with my eldest son, I was more than happy with my decision to give it up once and for all.
However by then I was in a live-in relationship with said drug dealer, and it wasn't a happy time.
I'll briefly outline a few of my experiences directly related to the effects of dope:
Domestic violence - physical attacks whenever he was withdrawing from dope, through not having the funds to buy any. He became violent and I was the target
Living with someone when you're no longer a drug user and the other is, is another kind of hell, and definitely a different headspace. Communication became impossible. He was a drug raver and I wasn't.
He had no concerns about the risk of my losing my sons to DOCS due to his drug habits. I had great concerns about it, and in the end kicked him out.
Said drug dealer had sex with at least 40 other women during our relationship - that I knew of. Gene, an angry male friend of ours, helped me count 'em up. His own wife Jude had been one of Patrick's targets. Patrick liked to have sex with his friends wives and girlfriends when their partners weren't looking. Some kind of sick conquest thing.
Most men in the Blue Mountains hated his guts for this, and he went into hiding, becoming literally agoraphobic, and walking around with a blanket over his head, or making me drive the car with him hiding by lying down in the back seat.
His was no world I wanted any part of by then. I was actually sorry for him, but it was over for me way before I got him out of my house and my life.
He tried to rape me, but was unsuccessful, losing his erection when I threatened to brain him with a large rock sitting by my bedroom door as a doorstop for windy mountain days.
After we'd broken up, in later times he moved onto having sex with other underage girls - like I'd been when we first met - only now they were often the girlfriends of his teenage sons
He slowly went mad in front of my eyes
As did one of my sons
He tried to get his sons to deal drugs in the Blue Mountains for him when they were young. I only found about about this in retrospect, and if he wasn't dead, I would have killed or at least maimed him for it. And I'm not a violent person.
He later married an enabler from the UK who's a complete and utter creep herself, and would have known about his pedophilia.
The psych wards were full of young guys and girls with drug induced psychosis related to marijuana use, an epidemic in the Blue Mountains in those days. Not sure what's happening there now, but from what I see, nothing much has changed.
I've almost nothing good to say about marijuana except this:
I've seen people effectively use THC capsules or smoke it for pain relief for cancer and other chronic pain conditions, and that's where it comes into its own.
I don't support recreational drug use, I feel such drugs should be kept for sacred ritual use, not used for everyday stoned out hazes.
One problem is always going to be the fact that many young 'uns love experimenting with drugs and partying hard. Kids are surrounded by heavy media promotion of the drug culture, and a world that's divided on this question. And well, there's no easy answer.
Adults who press drugs onto young ones have a big question mark next to their names, for me. Very big. I see them as evil. Often pedophiles.
There's a special place in hell for them, with their name clearly marked on it.
Anyone who wants a clean and sober life - I'm here for you. As a mother, sister, friend and/or counselor.
I can't fix your psychosis or fucked-up life due to drugs, but there are many 12 step programs, rehabs, detoxes and halfways houses out there to help you get you back on your feet again.
Simply not starting is the best way to go.
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