Tuesday, January 1, 2008

Relative Sicknesses



I'm sick.   I have a cold.   My head feels like it's full of wet cement.   I went to five drugstores trying to get the stuff that I always use to clear the congestion - Sudafed Non-Drowsy, Non-Drying gelcaps.

I can't find them.   They contain pseudoephedrine (not that jack-ass phenylephrine HCI) which apparently, someone's stupid children use to make meth-amphetamine.   In response, someone's stupid politicians decided to restrict the sale of pseudoephedrine in order to appear to be doing something about drug abuse.   Whether this has anything to do with it, I don't know, but the gelcaps are gone.

So, the upshot of all this is they make the meth in Mexico now where people understand the laws of supply-and-demand - chalk one up to outsourcing - and I get to show my license and sign an electronic screen in order to get an over-the-counter cold remedy.  Yes, I got psuedoephedrine, but not in the form best suited to my needs.   This is why we can't have nice things.

You know, if restricting a useful product actually cuts down on the stupid, maybe we ought to try it on other things, like, say, legislation?

Oh yeah.   Happy Frickin' New Year

Every now and then when your life gets complicated and the weasels start closing in, the only cure is to load up on heinous chemicals and then drive like a bastard from Hollywood to Las Vegas ... with the music at top volume and at least a pint of ether.

-Hunter S. Thompson


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That, and the occasional ranting about nothing in particular.