Posted on January 10th, 2014 at 2:16 pm by :(
Something to do in your down time, by artist Brock Davis.
Something to do in your down time, by artist Brock Davis.
“Downy sins of streetlight fancies
Chase the costumes she shall wear
Ermine furs adorn the imperious
Severin, Severin awaits you there.
I am tired, I am weary
I could sleep for a thousand years
A thousand dreams that would awake me
Different colors made of tears…”
If you’ve followed any history about WWII (or drug culture) you’ve likely come across a story about how the boys in the Wehrmacht were all pumped up on methamphetamine pills as they steam rolled Europe, North Africa and Asia from 1939 to about 1943. This wunder drug, called Pervitin, kept the Reich alert, aggressive, and euphoric as they goose stepped their way to more precious Lebensraum. Later, the troops were clamoring for more of the pills they affectionately called their Panzerschokolade (tank chocolate) and no doubt it aided in their fanatical defense of the fatherland from 1943 onward — if we take the battle of Kursk as a point of no return — until the end, when der Fuhrer, a daily meth user via syringe injection, took his own miserable life in April 1945. German drug companies produced some 35 million pills and with the fall of the Nazi regime the drug dropped into obscurity. But its secrets were not lost.
The recipe to cook meth the way we know it today, was gifted to the world by a Breaking Bad style chemist/madman from Wisconsin who goes by the name Uncle Fester.
Published in the mid 80′s, Uncle Fester’s “Secrets of Methamphetamine Manufacture” revealed relatively easy methods to produce the drug which had been out of reach for decades to all but large West Coast organizations like the Hell’s Angels, according to Spiegel Online. Fester’s cookbook empowered the average wouldbe crank head, who could now brew up a batch of ice using ingredients that were readily available in any pharmacy.
Uncle Fester, whose real identity is one Steve Preisler now in his mid 50′s, lives somewhere in Green Bay (at last check). His book is now in it’s 8th edition.
The Third Reich’s standard issue crazy pill: Pervitin… Nein, nein, nein, nein!
Today’s dedication of the Bush Presidential library in Texas, has the media asking what his legacy will be, once again. For a figure of such global impact as an American President, there is no simple answer — especially where wars that have destroyed the lives of millions are concerned. But in the great U.S. of A. we shouldn’t have to think too long on it.
OR, if you prefer…
The lights, the melodrama, the pensive, mid point psychedelic break no one in modern music would ever dream of, and that huge polyphonic reverb….
-> The Atlantic.
To: George W. Bush and Dick Cheney
From: Tomas Young
“I write this letter on the 10th anniversary of the Iraq War on behalf of my fellow Iraq War veterans….
I write this letter, my last letter, to you, Mr. Bush and Mr. Cheney. I write not because I think you grasp the terrible human and moral consequences of your lies, manipulation and thirst for wealth and power. I write this letter because, before my own death, I want to make it clear that I, and hundreds of thousands of my fellow veterans, along with millions of my fellow citizens, along with hundreds of millions more in Iraq and the Middle East, know fully who you are and what you have done. You may evade justice but in our eyes you are each guilty of egregious war crimes, of plunder and, finally, of murder, including the murder of thousands of young Americans—my fellow veterans—whose future you stole.
Your positions of authority, your millions of dollars of personal wealth, your public relations consultants, your privilege and your power cannot mask the hollowness of your character. You sent us to fight and die in Iraq after you, Mr. Cheney, dodged the draft in Vietnam, and you, Mr. Bush, went AWOL from your National Guard unit. Your cowardice and selfishness were established decades ago. You were not willing to risk yourselves for our nation but you sent hundreds of thousands of young men and women to be sacrificed in a senseless war with no more thought than it takes to put out the garbage…..
I would not be writing this letter if I had been wounded fighting in Afghanistan against those forces that carried out the attacks of 9/11. Had I been wounded there I would still be miserable because of my physical deterioration and imminent death, but I would at least have the comfort of knowing that my injuries were a consequence of my own decision to defend the country I love. I would not have to lie in my bed, my body filled with painkillers, my life ebbing away, and deal with the fact that hundreds of thousands of human beings, including children, including myself, were sacrificed by you for little more than the greed of oil companies, for your alliance with the oil sheiks in Saudi Arabia, and your insane visions of empire.
China joined the US in a unanimous vote by the 15 member UN Security Council to approve hard new sanctions on North Korea. The rebel state, clinging on above the 38th parallel to it’s guns and
religion framed portraits of Kim Jong family members, responded with red-faced vitriol, well beyond the usual militant threats.
“If the enemy comes at us with a dagger,” an editorial read in its state-run propaganda outlet, “we’ll draw out a big sword to slice him in pieces, if he comes with a rifle we’ll turn a big gun to blow him off….”
If that wasn’t quite enough, the petulant state continued, “and if he threatens with nuke, we’ll face up to him with more powerful and accurate nuke strike means of our own.”
This kind of shoddy misquoting is just the sort of thing that has daddy Jong Il, self styled film critic, rolling around in his grave. If Pyongyang really wanted to threaten us they should have said:
“If they pull a knife, we’ll pull a gun. They send us sanctions, we’ll send them more vapid video of Dennis Rodman’s trip!”
Few things are worse than that guy staying in the news cycle.