Take a place like Horn Hardhardts cafeteria in NYC. Cover the windows with pictures of Lenny Bruce, Janis Joplin and Jimmy Hendricks, deep ending . . . hang a sign over the door: No Exit . . step right up, roll up yer sleeve, get what you need - dollar a shot.
Most home robbery ceases a couple days after we begin our program. The insurance companies benefit. We save billions of dollars per year in the private sector. Today a guy works at two jobs, lives in a poor neighborhood (where you can't get insurance), saves his money and buys an expensive camera - only to have it ripped off 3 days later by a neighborhood junkie. This is a slow burn from which there is not any return.
Our own approach will bring in $750,000 a day in NYC alone. Junk traffic stops almost immediately. The Afghanistan - Mexican connection disconnects. Turkish poppy farmers return to honest labor. Junkies who pay $15 a bag for a 5% fix in a street ally will gladly pay one buck for 9% government pure - on the inside where it's warm. The junkies will rehabilitate themselves and our heroin maintenance program will pay its own way.
President Nixon wanted to spend $750 million (that's 3/4 billion) tax payer's dollars (yours - not his) trying to stamp out the problem. This drug war has been tried and it just doesn't work. Nixon's way will never stamp out this evil because the drugs are not evil. Yet lives are at stake.
How does our program operate: You are a junkie standing in line for yer government fix. First you get the Lev man on video tape so word of the program spreads. Then you get a card with your picture name and number. This entitles you to the service forever wherever whenever. Put your card in our trusty computer - vroom (we find out how many junkies we've got, how much heroin they use - where and how often).
A practical nurse or phlebotomist administers. An ex-junkie assistant helps her find a vein (junkies' veins collapse). Keeping your trust forever - you don't pay till after - place your card on a tabulator - throw the lever over like when you purchase gasoline - get a receipt - go sit on a couch- nod out, rest . . . get going.
Junkies have a needle fetish. They are generally very weak, unhappy people. Three major causes contribute to their sickness: the outside world situation. (Times are tough all over). The localized environment (slums), and the Man. The Man is the policeman who often can be seen (in the event you know where to look) protecting the pusher man.
The world situation improves with every line - you can pan handle a dollar - right away the junkie's agony is over - the junkie is freed from his need to rob, mug, steal and / or deal with either man. The junkie is off the street - in a rap session with Lev - coming to terms with their issues.
Let's suppose that you and yours are a junkie couple. You did 700 and 600 hits of "stuff" before you were rehabilitated. You both hold part time jobs - smoke a lot ov pot and you want to have a baby . . .
But you ain't got any credit - for years you robbed, stole, whored, etc. But you've got $1300 invested in the Junkies' Eye Deal Credit Union - you can always borrow $1300 from the program. And pay the program back to establish credit and get back in the stream of American life.
Never mind Nixon's 3/4 billion. In Erie County alone, we save 300 thousand dollars. The local Police Departments can recycle their narcotics squads. And the Sheriff won't need a highly paid gang of drug cops because junkies will have a junk permit.
We are fighting fire with fire - not creating a "permissive society." Pushing your own heroin in the street guarantees many years of your life in prison! Nor should we expect any newcomers lined up with the junkies. You're cardless and curious you can get a $5 sniff as a learning experience.
I tested this program on John Otto's right wing radio show. People called in. "How do we get this program in the government?" (Vote Mother Mary). "How do we get you syndicated in newspapers?" (Send them a sample). Give the people a chants. Let the people decide the issue for themselves.
2018 47 Years Later The Crisis Unfolds
Once upon a time, in the early fifties, heroin was not codified an illegal narcotic with criminal penalties attached. Horse pistols had heroin, morphine and codeine available on every floor for recovering post-surgical patients. Without any rig-a-ma-roll, the patient rang their buzzer and a nurse came by with heroin to releave their post-surgical pain.
I recollect Harry X, the owner of a construction company in Buffalo N. Y. In 1954, my mother worked for his company. Harry had a gall bladder operation and when Harry was released from the horse pistol he told my mother that from his hospital experience he was addicted to heroin.
Doctors and nurses were also abusing heroin back in the fifties, as the heroin locker on every hospital floor had keyless entry. Congress decided heroin should be reclassified a totally illegal narcotic drug that would be verboten, yet the heroin derivatives, codeine and battle-field morphine would be legal, under strict government oversight.
Marijuana, also known as cannabis indica, was wrongly declared a narcotic drug and went down the same legal road as heroin, even though cannabis indica is a plant that when smoked only generates, for the smoker, a mildly euphoric psychotropic experience, and that is all pot does when smoked.
Cannibis indica, AKA "pot," is an herb, not a narcotic gateway drug. Cannabis indica is a gateway only for smoking more cannibis indica. That's all she wrote. Cannabis indica is a blessing from Mother Nature, a relaxant that slips mild stress way and brings further miraculous medicinal benefits.
A child born with debilitating epilepsy may suffer 50 epilectic attacks every day, all day and cannot function! But with a single drop of special cannabis indica oil under their little tongues, the innocent two years olds' with epilepsy become normal kids, playfull, freed of epilectic attacks for a week.
To live a normal life the epilectic kids require a single drop of special cannabis oil under their tongues once a week. How can this be against our laws?
Do the pharmaceutical giants have any drugs a patient dissolves once a week under their tongue to obviate convulsions and a loss of consciousness associated with abnormal electrical epilectic activity in the brain? They do not.
When someone older smokes a bunch of marijuana they refer to their euphoria as getting zonked, bombed, blasted, wasted and / or wrecked. But wreck-reational pot use is medicinal! The pot's effect is only to relax the user.
That is all the "evil weed" does, besides enhancing appetites, providing relief from Chemo-therapies and more.
Usually, the first time one smokes marijuana, upon the first puff, after holding their breath, the virgin smoker starts to laugh their head off. That is how the first taste of the "evil weed," marijuana, works when smoked.
Some people "try" marijuana and don't like it. They feel uncomfortable, socially paranoid, and though amongst friends, very much alone in the group. They do not intend on ever smoking marijuana again. Their one time puffs were enough. The pot they tried, yet did not take to, wears off after an hour.
A normal user's brain does not develop any addictive need to smoke marijuana yet a user's brain may readily become addicted to using heroin for its up-lift-downer effect, or become addicted to cigarettes for their nicotine effects. The stone pot head develops a taste for smoking pot.
The reason Congress was mislead about the values of marijuana was not about the potentially euphoric leafy plant. The reason behind "fake news" descriptions of marijuana being used by virile black men to entice innocent white women was that "evil" marijuana's 1st cousin, hemp. Cannabis sativa was the secret reason behind all the governmental bad-mouthing of marijuana.
The falsities about cannabis indica marijuana's use, black men with white women, etc., was presented to an oversite committee in Congress to eliminate cannibis sativa hemp from the agricultural marketplace as a commercial farm product. The cannabis indica prohibition was a cover!
From commercially grown cannabis sativa anyone with talent can go into business creating lotions, manufacturing paper, cardboard, plastics, rope and cloth, besides food! Hemp is free. You purchase your start-up company's seeds one time only and then you are good to roll out your products, year in and year out!
On the issue of hemp as food, a breakfast gruel of oats and hemp for breaking your morning fast may guarantee your life free of illness, as the oats and hemp absorbs all the bad cholesterol you ingested the day before, that bad cholesterol with high proportions of low-density lipoprotein associated with an increased risk of coronary heart disease.
In the morning when you go to the bathroom to deficate, all that bad cholestrol, absobed by your digested gruel that moved through your intestines while you slept is expelled and flushed.
The pharmaceutical giants prefer to sell you Lipitor or generic Atorvastatin tablets. They do not promote healthy breakfast meals of Oats 'n Hemp. Healthy people are not good for business or their stock dividends.
The Dupont corporation was tied in with Shell and Standard Oil, using their petrolium to manufacture plastics for industrial, commercial, and consumer uses. Were the hemp plant legal, anyone could get into the plastic manufacturing biz without a petrolium or Dupont connection yet become the next Dupont.
Dupont wanted to eliminate that competitive possibility. They paid for their petrolium while the hemp grows for free and does not even require fertilizer. Dupont quietly lobbied Congress, on the side, to make cannabis sativa hemp illegal, too, supposedly as an after-thought because on sight, in a field, one cannot tell the diff rinse between a cannabis sativa hemp plant and a cannabis indica marijuana plant, that, especially ironic when, in reality, the real reasons were reversed.
For Dupont, the way to success was to stigmitize the sativa by tying the sativa to its look-alike "evil weed" 1st cousin indica to thus get the sativa off the agricultural market.
The marijuana and hemp prohibitions began in the thirties. When World War II began the government changed its mind about the hemp prohibition and urged farmers to grow hemp for the war effort - rope and cloth. Today you can still find hemp growing along the roadsides in Wisconsin.
All cannabis is good! Marijuana is a medicinal. Growing hemp is the much needed worldwide medicine to return good ship Mother Earth to her balance and healthiness.
Heroin v. Morphine
Lets talk heroin, a miracle drug manufactureed from a miracle plant in Mother Nature's panople. Imagine you weighed 210 lbs., and came down with cancer of the brain, lungs, bones, stomach and skin. Your weight has slipped to 84 lbs., you look like death took a holiday, your party is almost over you have at most, one more week to live.
Heroin is illegal. You have an I V and you are getting a morphine drip. You are pain free but at your best very groggy, barely lucid, not able to carry on a conversation. Your children are there but cannot be sure you even recognize them.
With straight heroin, instead of the heroin derivatave morphine, the pain throughout your body is relieved, you don't hurt and your mind is bell clear. You can talk to your loved ones, say good-bye, joke about St. Peter, and order the kids to do what their mother tells them after you are gone.
Isn't that a better way to leave your loved ones strong? Of course it is!
Mother Nature's Opium Poppy
I smoked a lot of opium in Saigon, Vietnam, during the war, circa 1968. I expressed an interest in learning about opium to a 'Mama-san' who kept an opium room in her house in a neighborhood a quarter mile behind the Olympic Bar, where many Vietnamese and U.S. G.I.'s also came to smoke the opium poppy.
When I made my interest in opium poppy clear, "Mama-san" sent her 7 year old son downstairs. Two minutes later the kid returned with a beautiful carved box. Mama-san opened the box and displayed a standard opium pipe, about 18-20 inches long, with the length of the pipe and the bowl, too, inlaid with silver and gold. She touched her pipe and said to me, "Mike, when my father die he give to me, souvenier. When I die I give to my son."
You first saw the opium poppy in The Wizard of Oz, growing in the fields along the yellow brick road where Dorothy smelled the opium, suddenly became very sleepy and went off to dreamland, snoozing from the opium poppy smell you did not get at the movie theater.
Once you get the smell of opium you never forget that smell.
William Empson, the Professor of English Literature at Sheffield University had his Seven Types of Ambiguity first published by Chatto and Windus, in 1930. Empson became Professor of English Literature at Peking National University in 1937. In 1968, 31 years later, Empson taught for a summer at State University of New York at Buffalo where we met and became fast friends.
One evening, at an after-the-poetry-reading party, William Empson's wife told me when William was teaching in Peking, she went to an opium den and smoked opium every day for the whole month and she did not become addicted to opium.
I landed in Saigon two days before the ARVN Tet uprising that shut the city down, with a curfew on Vietnamese travel enforced every day at 2:00 PM, so our ship, the S.S. Steel Vendor was in the war zone a full month unloading.
I went ashore every day dressed in my black Vietnamese pajamas with a top shelf Nikon Photomic TN camera. I went to the opium den to learn how to cook opium and to have many pictures taken of me while I was cooking opium.
One day, a young Vietnamese customer in his early twenties, dressed as a traffic cop, announced to me he was addicted to opium. I asked, "How much opium do you smoke?" He said, "One bowl, every other day. Maybe next year I will go to two bowls every other day."
On another afternoon I cooked opium for four American G.I.'s. Corporal Brown from N.Y.C. smoked 22 bowls of opium, paid for with U.S. military script. The Mama-san smoked ten bowls every morning, and ten bowls every night. Corporal Brown smoked 22 bowls that afternoon.
Recollect, before flu shots when the flu was infecting everyone and when you cauht the flu you were sick as a dog, feverish and aching, head to toe. Were you able to go to an opium den and purchase, for one dollar, a teaspoon of opium ashes, your flu situation would dramatically change.
Ashes. The stuff you have left over after a fire. One tea spoon full of medicinal opium ashes is more than enough. You take a pinch. Put the pinch in a cup. Do a pour over of hot green tea then lace the tea with honey as opium ashes are very bitter. Drink the tea. 25 minutes later your body aches and fever are going-going-gone and you feel normal, pain free the rest of the day. Have a second cup of green trea laced with ashes of opium before bedtime. Sleep like a log.
Are opium ashes, to mask the temporary flu virus better then a needle full of a dangerous ananti-biotic, like penicillin? Yes.
Opium is a blessing from Mother Nature. There are built in inhibitors in the opium, to keep the user from becoming an addict. But even so, opium addicts, as long as they can smoke their opium every other day, lead very normal lives.