All the RomCom of Qi Xi

Spent my lunch hour cruising youtube cause I wanted to see if there was video of Ann Coulter getting smacked down by George Carlin when they appeared on the Jay Leno show. I found the video of the appearance but for over 7 minutes of the almost 9 minute video, George just sat there and that crazynazihomophoberacist Ann Coulter just kept babbling on. I couldn't take any more of her insane batshit psuedo-intellectual babble any longer than 7 minutes. So, maybe George put the smackdown on her in the last 2 minutes. Let me know if you can stomach it.

However, when I did my search with the terms "Ann Coulter" (and yes, it hurts every time I have to picture her wingnut head and that fucking annoying hairflip thing she does and that condescending tone of voice and the way she drags out the ends of words and... *breathes*), I found some amazingly brilliant pieces.

I didn't know that Henry Rollins did comedy. Really, I didn't. I just thought he was a former rockstar with no neck. But he can be really funny.

Dear FCC by Henry Rollins where he asks why the FCC allows all the violence but none of the sex.

Dear Ann - Anything that starts out "where to now, my sweet fascist" when addressing Ann will always intrigue me. He's very hilarious with the job offer.

Dear Laura Bush - where he asks how the hell an educated woman can put up with a man that resembles Curious George.

I was watching Leno last night (and I never watch Leno as I cannot help myself but to stare continuously at his horrible horrible chin. Seriously, I just stare at the chin and don't hear a word he's saying. It's a really bad habit.) Anyway, I was watching Leno and his first guest, after some stupid men versus women thing that was rigged to make Leno feel better about being a man, was Roseanne Barr. First off, let me just tell you, she's looking good. She's lost quite a bit of weight and her hair color was lightened. She's quite pretty now and looks all-around happier and healthier. She starts off telling some bad jokes and I'm not laughing. I feel bad because the audience is only laughing to humor her.

Then, like a bolt of lightening from the sky, the following phrase pops out of her mouth -


"The war on drugs is a war waged on poor people on street drugs by rich people on prescription drugs."


This thought blew me away. Sure, she was trying to tie the line into a joke about drugging her son and creepy old men on Viagra. However, this struck a chord. Prescription drugs really are for the rich. Half the prescription drugs seem to do the same thing as street drugs. There are uppers and downers of street drugs and uppers and downers of prescriptions. As someone who was once diagnosed borderline bi-polar (as if you couldn't tell from the blogging), I can tell you, I've taken uppers and downers to control my moods, all completely legal prescriptions made out to me. This makes me better than Rush Limbaugh, who took the same drugs but did it under false prescriptions. I also did not become addicted (again, better than Rush). I now regulate my chemicals naturally, more due to the fact that I can't afford to go to a psychiatrist and whine about all the bad things "evil-doers" have done to me. That's what this blog is for, right? Right?

Where am I going with this, you might ask? I'm all for legalizing most drugs including pot, cocaine, heroin, meth, etc. Why? Am I an addict or dealer? A communist? An amoral evil little toad? Nope, just a greedy person. I see, with legalization the possibility of regulation and taxation. If the quality of street drugs were regulated, then there would be less of a chance of someone getting a "bad batch" and dying. I also see taxation so that the US government has more income so that we can offer better social services for people who really feel the need to escape into a drug induced haze. Let's face it, the war on drugs has been a failure since day 1, just like Prohibition before it. When there's a will, there's a way. At least regulating quality and financing treatment through tax revenue is a better plan than dumping our money in the international toilet of the war on drugs and shitting on it.