Driving Stoned. . .

Dear People,                                           
     So let’s start our journey to fatal embraces on the highways of North America. Those involved are stressed out after a day of work 6-8 hours long jacked up on the usual over-acidic coffee with the usual corporate junk food added for flavor. They are sleep deprived and also malnourished as a consequence. They are running down the road at around 65-75 mph with around a car length and a half between then; way too close as always. Suddenly it starts raining and the oil that is trapped in the pavement comes up to grease the pavement. A slip of concentration, a sudden move of the hand and you are off and sliding all over the place to run into the car or truck beside you.
     Bush and the globalist criminals de-regulated truck lengths and other specifications so the truck next to you with the trainee has  locked up his wheels and has just jackknifed into you, slamming you into the median grass where you flip over and the brand new plastic eggshell car crushes after you’ve gone airborne in the spin, trapping you in the wreckage. The gas tank also not built to spec., catches fire and the flames start moving towards you. Chances are someone will come along, but will they be able to remove you from the vehicle; probably so but sometimes not until the fire trucks and the medics, 45 minutes away usually, get there.
     So what’s the point of this? Your crap cannabis study does not control for these factors in it’s data collection and processing methods. In addition, it does not control for socioeconomic factors, pre-existing medical conditions, and the dominant culture you’re part of usually always misrepresents and misinterprets the reasons why a person is not seen as “successful”. Well your version of success is killing off what little life is left on the planet (climate disruption dispatches) and most likely, like Mark Twain, you are pretty depressed about the set of present circumstances so I will try and be easy on you, but there are one million people in prison in the US that shouldn’t be there.
     See how it is that you really needed to be there to understand anything about why it is there are fatal accidents on highways? I was there for 8 years driving semis down the highway while you idiots signed off on Bush’s globalizing drug war crap, and yeah, I was nicely stoned most all the time as well. But once again, your researcher really did minimize the other factors involved in the situation; the alcohol and the prescription drugs that the person might also have been doing. I saw the idiots crossing over in front of me five foot off my front bumper and, like a railroad engineer, if anything had gone wrong, there would have been very little I could have done to change things. That’s why I quit running down the road when the trailer size went up and the pay went down; because I did not want to risk my life anymore in one of the most dangerous professions out there now that the stupid fascist de-regulators got done eviscerating the industry.
     So how many factors didn’t your researchers control for in their bogus goddamn study? Let’s see, between 15 and 30 factors just mentioned above; so for the sake of reality’s sake, we’ll add another fifteen just like the people writing those goddamn laws that they are extorting us into the pavement with every day we pretend to care about each other now that the tories are in power; back to familiar mass suicidal insanities. And you want to focus on cannabis as the problem; not in my world nazis. See how it is that your risk assessment is completely tainted and compromised by the initial data collection methods and your hugely flawed “analysis” of that rotten goddamn worthless “data”? But you won’t get your degree unless you bend over and say “yes” to your advisor, and you won’t get funded again unless you change that data to fit the conclusions desired by your funders and the damn stupid trustees, and you won’t keep your job unless you bury your nose between the cheeks one more time, so you do. You bend over once more and do it just as you have a thousand times before; the habit now is much less painful than the first time, you have “grown up” enough to know not to even consider the third and only way out of the mess you’re in now; doing the correct thing and telling them where they can shove it (so shove it).
     And how the hell did I survive out there and avoid those messy chain reaction pileups that happen so often now out there? I trained up really good, learned everything I could about what I was doing, and I put my heart and soul into it until I couldn’t do it anymore. I actually knew what I was doing out there and sometimes that won’t even save you, huh. A guy I knew was stone cold sober when he fell asleep and wrecked this beautiful cabover freightliner with a 425 cat ATAAC in it; three months in the hospital. My father took a spin in the rain across a four lane highway and luckily didn’t hit anyone. My mother was not so lucky, wrecked three times and did get hurt a couple of times; once again both stone cold sober. And guess what else? Sometimes we professionals would get together when no one was around and run down the road at 85 mph in the middle of the night when it wasn’t raining; don’t tell mama, bitches. Go look at I-10 out of california with the guys running produce from LA to NYC in two to three days; the cops just sit there and watch them run, see ya, wouldn’t want to be ya. . . . People want to maintain the illusion that they are in control, but that is the biggest fat lie ever perpetrated on humankind. And you stupid bought off fascist country bumpkins want to blame cannabis for fatal accidents? Good luck on that because you may lock down the highways, but that still won’t solve the problem. Because you see, you still don’t even understand the first thing about it-as usual.
                         Love ya, Lyle Courtsal  http://www.3mpub.com,
        http://www.orthomed.org, http://www.hemptrade.ca, http://www.norml.org
PS 9 out of 2795 studies are “quality”? My asse. That’s called ignoring the facts that are inconvenient for your damned ginned up agenda.


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Lyle Courtsal is a disabled author/activist who has worked variously as a school bus driver, tree planter, truck driver, and shipyard laborer. He has also attended three colleges, but prefers studying on his own. During the past several years, he has developed a street outreach method for getting intensively self-poisoned, dually-diagnosed addict/alcoholics off the streets and into truly helpful hands while maintaining constitutional standards of non-discrimination and privacy. His technique has an 80 percent success rate. Lyle likes really big, old, live trees; Frisbees; sailing; mid-70s long nose Kenworths going really fast; hardcore rock; true decency; generosity of spirit; and freedom. He presently more-or-less exists in Seattle, Washington. He goes to church at least once a month whether he needs it or not. Check out the book-Enjoy!!

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