What a Crock of Shit!

So this inspired me to write this little word salad that might be appropriate for my “Who gives a shit”…. There are several usages and meanings for the word.
“shit”.
It can be a positive, negative, neutral and cynical.
It can be used as an insult, describing the content of what sometimes comes out of a politician’s mouth, and as a complement.
Whenever I thought nothing could shock me or remotely surprise me anymore, I go to “HOLY SHIT!” as a default first reaction.

When I hit an elbow,  I would normally go to FUCK! and wake up my half diseased neighbours. Some people can’t tell their arse from their elbows.  Especially not in the higher echelons of society.
It doesn’t mean that taking a shit is a canonized act by the church fathers.
However, it can mean whatever comes out of the mouths of child molesting preachers who promotes stoning of gays, lesbians or transgender people.
It can also mean that something even surprised me, or think my evil thoughts about when I hear them speak, thinking “holy shit! We still live in the Dark Ages?”
I think Lewis Black prefers “HOLY FUCK!” in this scenario.
‘Which is a perfectly valid term, since most fundies are obsessed with fucking…especially everyone else’s fucking.
Nor does it mean that fucking is a sacred sacrament, or that baby Jesus promoted fucking at the sermon on the Mount; even though his sky daddy promoted being “fruitful and multiply”.
I can not imagine their skydaddy invented storks for that purpose of making babies.
It’s also a perfect valid term one have to use every day when listening to politicians in order not to implode. It’s like a security filter.

“This is good shit”
This does not mean that the contents of your anus is your favorite dish (even though it may have been just that at one point or another), or a favorite art piece that you want share with the world, but a hippy slang describing their favorite medical herb. The herb I almost got arrested for possessing only a short time ago.
“I don’t give a shit!”I would not give anyone the contents of my arse at any point unless their name is Drumpf or Clinton. Duterte. Erdogan. Putin. The Saudi sheiks, 96% of U.S Congress, 90 of my own parliament, and a range of corporate CEOs leeching off others like a fucking feudal lord. Send your worst turd to your favorite power whore you hate!
However, it is my first shield against all the drools and drivel that bombards my sensitive senses with senseless headlines, celebrity gossip, and fake scandals amongst our drama queens in the glossy magazines when I stand at the checkout line in every store. I can seldom refrain myself however from making another cynical remark which describes my thinly veiled contempt for them.
“You are full of shit”…
Which applies to most lawyers, politicians, teachers, insurance salesmen, faith healers, teachers, newscorps and PR firms most of the time….Ok…ALL the time. Ever read in a mainstream newspaper lately? It’s like they are living in the same fucking alternative realities as the politicians and corporations they work as PR firms for. You can count a handful of honest “journalists” and politicians. The latter aren’t “real” politicians if they’re not on the take and hangs around in the same cocktail circles as the power mongers. They are Statesmen. Like Mr. Smith goes to Washington.

“I eat pieces of shit like you for breakfast”.

Open yourself for a direct hit, moron!

Reply to this one with this little gem coined by Adam Sandler: “You eat pieces of shit for breakfast”?

If you are full of shit, chances are, you ARE a piece of shit. A walking sewage of dung by default. One of Evolution’s freak accidents.  My list of pieces of shit gets longer each year. Ex. bosses, certain cops, politicians, state leaders, religious leaders and scam artists scamming people through politics, nationalism and religion.
Taking a shit is complete void of any positive or negative meaning. It’s neutral.It is just plain something that everyone do at least once a day…or several times a day if you have dioaherra. The SMELL  it creates might be highly offensive to anyone but oneself. Or someone immune against human gas chambers.   However, SAYING “taking a shit” needs context. It is for instance not appropriate to say in civilized settings, like when you are out dining fine, having your parents meet your girlfriend for the first time, and she suddenly blurts out so the whole restaurant can hear it, in the middle of the starter and polite conversation:
“Excuse me, where’s the loo? I gotta take a shit!”
likewise goes for “I gotta take a dump!”
Equally hilarious to say, it just does not have the same whiff to it when you demonstrate when someone are full of shit.
BULLDUMP!
Which has more in common with cow dung, where magic mushrooms are rumoured to grow. This knowledge alone makes it a lot more attractive to seek out dung hills than to a political rally sponsored by your gas station. I would have to wear a gasmask and bring extra bulbs, since my BS detector would explode every 10 seconds, and the speaker would just stink down the entire room.

Excuse me, I have to go take a Drumpf! (Trump)

I was inspired to write this little dark poem when I toked up some of the best sbit I’ve had in months and listened to some DNC hack blaming Russia for exposing their election fraud during the primaries..But it really applies to the entire gang of Establishment hacks on both sides.

Wikileaks Proves Primary Was Rigged: DNC Undermined Democracy

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Homeless in Dublin! Fear & Loathing in the underworld!

Tonight a couple will consumate their marriage. I know! I saw the limo pass the backpacker I stayed at. Tonight someone will fall asleep piss drunk under some bridge. Tonight, some couple will have a romantic evening. Some will celebrate their birthday. Tonight someone will sleep somewhere in a hidden back alley. Tonight someone will end up in the drunk tank! Tonight, someone will be brought to the hospital! Tonight, someone will die. And some, the “lucky” ones, will find a shelter. Tonight, the tooth fairy will come visit a kid with dreams.

Crosscare is such a shelter. Right beside a back packers with neon signs and openness. Crosscare seems insignifigant in comparrison. Dark! Unwelcome! Yet it says St. Mary beside it. Right across the street, there is a garda station. The enemy is facing the old and new scum; The drunks, the homeless, the petty thieves, junkies, pot smokers, people whom once had something, are now one step away from a cell. They have lost whatever little they had. Their own fault?

That is arguable. Many instances that led them to the end of the world. The voiceless! And this seem to be the last stop before ending in some grave somewhere. Forgotten. They were forgotten while being alive, so there is not much difference.

Crosscare has a buzzer. You’ll have to wait to get in. Get your details confirmed by a few security guards. Once you are in, there is no going out again. Unless you wanna lose your bed. It is in every sense of the word a prison. All kept locked up, under surveilance, and “safe.” Locked away from the world. Hidden! The shame! There are cameras everywhere. Walk in, and you will see a bit of an Orwellian future. Where Big Brother is filming you while jacking off in your bed.

One of the night guards takes your luggage up to a storage room. Only they are allowed up there. I guess poverty makes everyone potential thieves. And then a locker for personal effects for usage during the night and day. My small bag of toilet effects were checked – for “contrabands”.

There is a sign on the wall in the hallway. «Please keep all your valoueable in your assigned locker! Thieves may be about!”

The rooms have the odors of human waste. Sweat, booze, manic desperation, hidden depression, wild talk, cigarettes and marijuana.

These people are not even hobos. These are human beings that the Welfare Queen would put in the “work houses” for committing the crime of being poor. According to the welfed establishement “leeches on society. Ahh! That sacred word! Society! These are the people that the Welfare Queen have stolen from for hundreds of years.

A society that seems to afford giant bailouts of criminal bankers screwing the economy, while taking tax money to give to themselves as bonuses. A society that can afford spending millions to recieve the biggest welfare queen in UK and Ireland put together. We can afford wars all over the world. Yet we cannot afford taking proper care of the ones living in the gutter. Not without treating them like criminals, or big kids. In many ways, they are big kids. Being watched every step, so they won’t step out of line. We can afford to keep people down! But cannot afford to keep people safe from poverty or the circumstances.

The staff is doing their best. And they all have good hearts. Taking care of people whom are too weak to take care of themselves. People whom survive in ways that would make a yuppie upchuck in fear and loating

So until tomorrow, I will be one of them. An inmate. Someone whom have to abide by strict rules. No booze. No weed. But maybe a meal in the moring. Some white bread, cereal, and the cheapest tea from Dunnes Stores or Spar or Tesco. Food that will keep people skinny. Food that is nothing but empty calories. Food that will keep you dumbed and down. Without the energy to even think about anything else but to survive the next day.

Meet the inmates!

An all skinny lad. Losing hair, teeth, and soon consience. He’s wearing the typical hooded sweater. Maybe he’s got some relief from weed, or maybe something else. Next to him, an old drunk is deep asleep. All dressed up in camo clothes. An older man all dressed in black. Quiet. Maybe he’s thinking about something. Trying to get things off his mind by consentrating on what’s on the telly. images of an imaginary world. Hell! Having a home of their own is an imaginary world for many of them.

Earlier, younger people were busy looking for something dropped on the floor. I can imagine what. Joints are being rolled, and tried to be kept hidden from the camera in the corner. Tomorrow, some of them will be out again on the streets. At least the joints being smoked won’t kill them. Something else will.

Goddamn! I forgot to buy cigarettes!

I’ve just had my last smoke of a rolled up herb. Thinking I could sit down, and relax watching something soothing. In comes some punk kids, I call them kids. And still full blown criminals. Practically skinheads, tattoos, sneakers and track suits. In a different uniform, like a zebra striped, you’d see a hardened capo from Buchenwald.

Tough in their faces. Almost abusive. Wonder what made them that way. These dogs either bite, or just bark a lot. Challenging. What a contrast! At the back packers, there was courtesy. Politness. Down here, they bark at you.

Keep asking me how much my weapon cost. I call my laptop my weapon. And the words I put in my ammo.

“What are you looking at” the “toughest” bit on the block asked me. He was going over to the window to smoke a joint. I just saw the punk take something out of the pocket of the sleeping wino. Laughing and joking at his expence. Right! I guess it’s the pecking order even here!

One were making fake “karate” kicks towards the poor bastards head while he was snoring. And then he came over as to say “you didn’t see nothing!”

Snatching my six-pence, prouncing around. Again showing off his “karate” skills.

“Hah! Funny!” I smirked at him. He could be the Jackie Chan of bums! I don’t know if he ralize that he is in the same situation as the old wino. That we all are in the same boat. I’m just the new “kid” in town. I have no say here.
And when I look at this oldie with the cammo, I see the future for the pick pocket. If he lives that long. I wonder if I will survive the night. This is not the haven of Kinlay! This is a dog eat dog world. Just as Wall Street and politics. Just as inhumane. But in a much smaller scale.

And they seem fascinated by my laptop. I’m glad receptionist have assigned me a locker. I will take nothing of value up to the room tonight. I think I have changed my mind about what I think of security camera in every room. This is a different world. A different reality. Something uglier…. I fucking hate it here!

I survived the night. The room was filled with the same jackalls and pick pockets. And their «humor» was of the anal character. Like any other pimple would have. They kept fretting me about things. I brushed them off. Why? You don’t feel like sharing your life story with punks whom need a hearing aide. The splif was sharedc though. For the first time, a joint of hashish made med sleepy. And soon I was drifting off. So was the rest of them. It’s what I say, people with clear ADHD symptoms like these had, with the next score on their mind for pills and other modern chemistry should be stuffed their gills with weed.

I’m sitting at a coffeeshop just around the corner now. I think I got what I needed. No more shelters for this traveller. So I think I will settle into the back packers the next door. At least there would be people I have more in common with there. 10 Euros a night for not having to worry about being robbed blind is worth it.

And I recommend for any politician and power broker and banker to test a shelter once in a while. It wil boraden their horizon. The inmates of the shelterss have their own horizon. And seems to be stuck in their own bubble of reality. So does the power brokers.

When I got back to pick up my luggage, I had a little chat with one of the employees in the reception. The only thing they could do, was to keep things safe. Many of the people whom are in there, are not well. In many ways, toking up a splif helps relief a hopeless situation. And there needed a paradigme shift all over. Yet the politicians would not listen. They would not change a thing unless they would gain from it personally. Their first priority is themselves, and their sugerdaddies, not to solve problems; Not to actually practice democracy. But to keep things in status quo….

Bohemianwriter1

All plants should be legal!

For many thousands of years, mankind have been a part of nature. Only the last millenias there’s been a war on nature .First in the name of organized religion, then in the name of metal and wheels, and we distanced ourselves from nature as if it was something evil to be shunned. For many thousands of years we have come in touch with ourselves, nature, the universe and the mysteries of life and death. Until laws, prohibition and prisons came to enslave the free human mind.

Do any of my “faithful” readers need an insight in this?

We are living in a world and a consumer society that is not sustainable for the human race. We are being drugged down by pharma pills, numbed by alcohol and cigarettes, and officially denied plants from nature that is medicine.

Oil, gas and coal industry, bankers, stock brokers, politicians are screwing us up while they have the military industrial complex and the legal system to keep us down. And they have criminalized us for using plants to see through their lies, deception and crimes.

When I grew up, I was indoctrinated to demonize a plant. Even the symbol of this plant was frowned upon like it was a Swastika.
Just like the Swastika, the symbol of Hemp have been distorted into its complete opposite meaning.

It took me a trip to India to realize that the roots of the Swastika came not from Germany, and it was not hatched out of the mind of a mediocre painter and megalomaniac and his ilk.

It took me many more years to realize that the illegal symbol og Hemp is a symbol of medicine. Of growing plants. Of nature. Of getting deeper into the core of things. It takes not any biblical verses, nor the beautiful lines of poetry to understand a bit more. It takes the knowledge of this plant to teach you. On both good and bad. We learn something about ourselves and the world by using this plant. And many other plants!

Salvia Divonorum! All psilocybin mushroom! Cannabis! DMT!

Hell! They subverted the mushrooms into simple LSD! Don’t get me wrong! LSD have done good things for me! It hasn’t done anything bad at least! The result of my LSD trip was seeing colors and love! A poem that ended up in a gallery in Belfast!

To use the pure plant should not give any worse than this!

Salvia Divonorum opened new doors of perception of reality for me. You are seeing yourself sitting in an old haunted room open up like an accordion. The portals are open. Now you must muster courage to take that step inside all these new doors. The world have become four-dimensional. Now, if you dare to walk through that first portal, you will see it all from another side. Lie down and shut your eyes if you need, you are in no danger. Relax, and let it all pass through.

You will wake up later, and see the world just like you used to. But with one experience richer. Native American tribes in mid Latin America used to chew these plants. That is how they got their visions.

Cannabis!

The most benign medicine of all plants. And the most useful. As some would call all cannabis users for egocentric bastards whom only want to break the law and get our high, the high is a bonus! For the hundreds of other uses for this plant, the medicine in it is unprecedented. Both recorded as well as anecdotal.

I have never heard of any manic-depressive complain about the effect of cannabis. Drug one down in a half a dozen pills a day and use music therapy, does not necessary make one happier, or getting improved cognitive skills.

I believe that a cannabis therapy would work a lot better than most drugs that are being dealt out to helpless patients.

Coca leaves!

For the sake of all! This is a plant that has been used by Indios for thousands of years in South America! And by Papillion! When running from the police and prison guards from Colombia, he learned th eat those plants to get endurance! Today, it’s been pulverized into something ugly! CIA have smuggled tons of this pulverized extracts from this plant into USA, and probably many other places.
Amphetamines is the poor mans cocaine. And it’s all synthetic! It’s a pure pharma drug!.Many housewife and American up and coming business mans favorite drug. Keeps you all up until you all come down. Too much self-confidence can be harming. Amphetamine is the bastard drug of Coca Leaves. Fuck the nature, eh?

Heroin!/ Opium!

Every single hospital have many opiates. They chose away heroin, and created some pretty pathetic bunch of petty criminals, whores, homeless, and gutter rats, did they not? They created patients into these scum by a stroke of a pen, and a hell of a lot of scare tactics. When Lord Byron was chasing the Dragon in his own castle, writing poetry and screwing girls, England was fighting for free trade of opium while they punished poor people in England for having a dram of Gin. Now, people are dying on the street, being punished for actually being patients! Not criminals!

The hypocrisy is staggering. And very few, if any in power dares to speak up the truth. More and more government pid experts are turning sides. For me, it has been a long journey to become pro legalization.

Using plants for own use is not a legal issue. It is a human rights issue. legality should not even be in the picture. Can someone deny you to smoke your own grass that is growing in your back yard?

Only if that grass would make you high they would! They only want you drunk, aggressive with hyper tensity and nervousness from the coffee! To keep you submissive for your boss!

Perfect key for explosive crimes! Like wars! Gang rapes! Power abuse! Voter fraud! Paranoia!! Anxiety!
Which will lead to more patients, more inmates, more depressions!

On top of that, governments around Europe and the world wants you to smoke weed, and cultivate it. Is this a scheme to stop unemploymence of inept police officers?

They want you to be lobotomized zombies.

Instead, I want to introduce you to a true wise man!

My next journey into psychedelia will be Peyote and DMT…

Bohemianwriter1

A disgusting display of power abuse and lack of reality. Cannabis users in the danger zone. Watch out if you’re a parent and actually enjoy the “demon seed”…!

http://www.dagbladet.no/2009/05/20/nyheter/narko/narkotika/innenriks/oslo/6312743/

For you English speaking ignoramouses who was too lazy to learn a second language, I wil make this articvle into human language.

It sates as follows from the headline:

“May loose their children if cought buying hashish”…

“Fines, sitatation loss of licenses, and loss of their children is but some of the means to fight this “scurge”.

-It seems that these brainless gorillas haven’t gotten reality slammed in their faces the same way as Barry Cooper has in the US, and would think that violent raids would be a good idea of suppressing and traumatising both parent and their kids with this drivel.

“Norwgian police wishes to clamp down hard on cannabis users in the “fair” city of Oslo.

Good luck in discriminating 50- 100 000 cannabis users in Oslo and around alone! Draconian fines have already been used. And now, they want to steal your kids away from enjoying the extracts from a bloody plant!

What’s next?

Labour camps?  Getting their citizenship and priveliges taken away from them? It seems to me that to call the police a power mongering lot of fascist is quite correct in this matter. Because they are! In fact, how would they react if at least 5% of the poloiceforce alone in Oslo, there are uniformed pricks who smoke the evidence themselves. If not even more! I do suspect that Norwegian policve is as rotten as any other police in any other babana republic. And should be treated as such: Like brain damage cases who should taste the medicine of their own!

Why? Because they have never benn on the recieving end of their power abuse!

“Oslo Police is trying hard to get rid of intoxication in the city!”

-Hell! Why not start with the bars and discos if you really want to be consistent?  There are more violent crimes related to alcohol than with Cannabis. Yet the same police seem to refuse to get the facts. Even if the Facts and Truth were slammed in their faces!

If they wnat the truth? Well! As an investigative writer I can name several names in the polie force, family fathers who smokes a joint in the closet! You want to hear about them? Well! Not from me! Because in comparrison to the bastards, I have an ounce of integrity in my body. They do not!

The politicians aren’t much better. They are using different tactics to defend their prohobition which history is nothing more than blatant racism and power abuse by the former prohobition commisioner Harry Anslinger. Politicians may think that 300 000 regular Cannabis users are 2nd ratecitizens with no right. Like any other illegal alien.

But neither police or politicians seem to grasp the simplest of truths: They are not treating cannabis use as a public healthb issue, but a criminal issue. I suspect it must be the legacy the Nazis left us here up north during the five years they fucked up our belief system.

And now, like in any other dictatorship, there’s a new enemy to suppress…. again… The Hashish smoker.

I wonder if any of these juvenile delinquents with a lwa book and some power have an ounce of empirical bone in their miserable flabby bodies!

And when  confronted by some simple facts, tbhey either escape, ignore or come up with some lame ecuse to keep up with their draconian laws! They say they want to “help” the junkies. Except for the pot smoker. That’s in their eyes nothing more. Does it ever occur to them that their prohobition is a lot more damaging for ones health than the smoke itself? Or have their arrogance led them so far that they cannot take wrong?

They prove to be unfit for any office time and time again with their apologetism and escapeism.

While being confronted with Harry Anslinger, they are using different ecuses to suppres people and force them behind bars for a victimless crime.

That they have the nerve to call getting pot a crime is itself a disgusting display of abuseof language. To try to fit reality into their own nrrow world of Saturday night shows and meetings with the health bord of directors for some pharmaceutical company that spews out drugs each years that not only lobotomizes your brain, but have conserable risk in killing the patient. I’m talking relativelly here.

In the US alone, more than 1700 people dies from some form of anti inflammatory drugs, brought to you by yoyr friendly pharmacist. And these are in comparrison to Cannabis “experimental”. Considering that we have 5000 years recorded history of Cannabis use, and none have died from it yet. And when a crime is committed with Cannabis in the blood, it’s the fault of the demon seed. When getting puch drunk and getting into a fight, there is nothing but excuses.

I wonder which fantasyland they are living in here, since they obviously have this deliric urge to impose their paranoid schizophrenic values on the rest of us.

The drug dealer in the street is not dangerous. Put him beside a suit dressed power whore, and guess who’s the biggest threat to our freedom, anf most likelly to have blood on his hands…

http://www.nevergetbusted.com/

A hommage to Barry Cooper who’s done just like me: Switched sides…

Bohemianwriter