Legalize It!

Go & sign this petition:

_the_war_on_drugs

For best results, be listening to Peter Tosh whilst you do.

Let sanity prevail.

When Charlie & H. were the bee's knees

A bloke sent me one of those emails that do the rounds, perchance to raise a giggle. This one got me thinking:

The fact that society functioned perfectly well with heaps of people quaffing addictive (but legal) drugs every day, would seem to suggest that it’s not the drugs, but the “War on drugs” that is the problem in our time. It’s not so much that the “cure” is worse than the “disease”, but that the “cure” is the “disease”!

Alas, it's one of those areas where good sense can never be allowed to intrude on policy, but until it does we'll all continue to pay the price -- corruption, health costs, crime, organised crime, terrorist funding, 3rd world narco-economies, etc., etc. -- and all so we don't (shock horror) "send the wrong message".


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'Why Our Great-Grandparents Have Such Fond Memories Of Their Youth...' A bottle of Bayer's 'Heroin'. (I'm surprised that they remember anything!!) Between 1890 and 1910 heroin was sold as a non-addictive substitute for morphine. It was also used to treat children suffering with a strong cough. * * * * * * * Coca Wine, anyone? Metcalf's Coca Wine was one of a huge variety of wines with cocaine on the market. Everybody used to say that it would make you happy and it would also work as a Medicinal Treatment. * * * * * * * Mariani Wine Mariani wine (1875) was the most famous Coca wine of it's time. Pope Leo XIII used to carry one bottle with him all the time. He awarded Angelo Mariani (the producer) with a Vatican gold medal. * * * * * * * Maltine Produced by the Maltine Manufacturing Company of New York . It was suggested that you should take a full glass with or after every meal. Children should only take half a glass. * * * * * * * A paper weight A paper weight promoting C.F. Boehringer & Soehne ( Mannheim , Germany ). They were proud of being the biggest producers in the world of products containing Quinine and Cocaine. * * * * * * * Opium for Asthma At 40% alcohol plus 3 grams of opium per tablet, it didn't cure you, but you didn't care... * * * * * * * Cocaine Tablets (1900) All stage actors, singers, teachers and preachers had to have them for a maximum performance. Great to 'smooth' the voice. * * * * * * * Cocaine drops for toothache Very popular for children in 1885. Not only did they relieve the pain, they made the children very happy! * * * * * * * Opium for new-borns I'm sure this would make them sleep well (not only the Opium, but also 46% alcohol)! It's no wonder they were called: 'The Good Old Days'!! From cradle to grave.... Everyone Was Stoned!!!

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The blog is back...

After a brief, arguably successful (we got on tele) political career, the blog is back on line.

NY Road trip

Boarking says Vote Green

That's all you need to know.

Actually, now I think about it, I quite like the Secular Party, because I'd quite like to have secularism; and I quite like the Sex Party, because I'd quite like to have sex.

So feel free to vote for them.

Pope Boarking!

I've always wanted to start my own religion for the same reason as most people: to amass power & wealth. I've just been waiting for a decent theology to come together and here goes...

A passing thought that Pauli the Oracle Octopus has what could be described as noodly appendages was, I quickly realised, a direct revelation from the Flying Spaghetti Monster who has spoken through me, Ernst U. Boarking, to announce to all that Pauli is his son, sent to earth to miraculously take cash off bookies the world over.

The Father (chatting to Boarking whilst the latter nude sun bathes)

Footy precognition is Pauli's proof of divinity and broadcast to the world, should get my new Paulianity off to a flyer. Just so long as his tip for the final, Spain, gets up tonight. If they don't, the whole things probably a non-starter.

The Son (tipping Spain again)

Anyhow, with Pauli being an acquatic type, it has been decreed that the priests shall wear speedos and the nuns, no strike that, we'll make them priestesses -- this won't be a misogynist type religion, the priestesses will wear bikinis. I'm recruiting now...

Garota de Lalomanu

I write this in Melbourne, in winter, but 30 hours ago I was on one of the world's finest beaches gazing on the white sand, the clear warm waters, surf on the reef, lush green island offshore. And, not least, onshore a bevy of beautiful bikini clad backpackers continually distracting the easily distracted such as myself. All this I was about to tear myself away from, to motorcyle back to the town, to fly to the cold and the clothed.



I'm a sucker for the bossa nova song, "The Girl from Ipanema". The original Portuguese lyrics by Vinicius de Moraes ("Garota de Ipanema") are much deeper than the English version, and they hint that beauty can bring sadness, as well as joy.

Later he wrote of the girl, "the sight of whom is also sad, in that she carries with her, on her route to the sea, the feeling of youth that fades, of the beauty that is not ours alone — it is a gift of life in its beautiful and melancholic constant ebb and flow."

What had flowed was about to ebb for me, I gazed and loved, and embraced the sadness.

The Garota de Lalomanu was undoubtedly S. a lovely Dutch girl: Tall (oh, about 6'3") and Tan (of course, she is in the tropics) and Young (only 20, half my age and a bit less) and Lovely (a lovely nature too; I smile and she does see, she smiles at me!)

As I type this in my winter, I still love a bit this Garota de Lalomanu, I suspect I'm not alone.