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Drug War, Or Class War?

US Secretary of State Hillary Clinton has told Mexicans she backs President Felipe Calderon’s battle with the drug cartels. Apparently, according to Clinton, there’s ‘no alternative’ to the 15,273 Mexican citizens gunned down in drug-related incidents on Mexico’s streets last year; slaughtered by American guns purchased with American dollars.

And it’s all so El Presidente Calderon can continue to be funded by his US ally to the tune of around $1.7bn.

According to the BBC, Clinton told reporters:

It is messy. It causes lots of terrible things to be on the news. The drug traffickers are not going to give up without a fight”.[1]

The drug traffickers are not going to give up at all. They cannot be beaten by force of arms. America’s been trying for over forty years. Already, Calderon’s intensified actions are sending the cartels deeper into Central America where small nations like Guatemala or El Salvador could easily become narco-states. Indeed, it’s likely that, by intensifying the drug war in Mexico, Calderon is deliberately attempting to drive the cartels further south.

Mrs Clinton says ‘it is messy’. She’s absolutely right. It’s messy because of the hardline, blinkered, policies of successive US administrations, ever since Woodrow Wilson’s approved the Harrison Narcotics Tax Act in 1914. The Obama administration has continued prohibition policies that in 1920 allowed Mafia activities to explode, giving Al Capone’s syndicate total rule over Chicago throughout the 1920’s.

Alcohol prohibition ended on December 17th 1933, and with it the illegal cartel’s control of its manufacture and marketing.

The demand for what is known as ‘street, or recreational, drugs’ is huge. Figures are not easy to come by, for obvious reasons. The Rand Corporation issues statistics but they’re ludicrously low. Most people, when asked if they use illicit drugs, will simply answer, ‘No’.

Drugs are marketed on a class basis. Cocaine has always been the choice of the wealthy and powerful. The poor tend to ‘make-do’ with low grade heroine, requiring intravenous injection to be effective. High grade heroine can be smoked or snorted, but its street value is much higher, making it inaccessible to many. Smoking or snorting is also much less addictive than injection. Estimates of the numbers of American servicemen in Vietnam who regularly smoked heroin were as high as 85%. Less than 5% continued to use the drug when they returned home.

The impression of drug use, as portrayed by political establishments in America and the western world, portrays sad individuals hanging around street corners, girls pressed into prostitution to bankroll their habit, seedy pushers, and shoot-outs between rival street gangs over territory. This is the scenario projected by the political establishments to justify their “War on Drugs”.

It’s an accurate picture, but only for one portion of society.

The other side of the coin can be viewed on our television screens daily: well-to-do stars of film and TV, wealthy politicians and their entourages, successful business people, lawyers, doctors, lobbyists. Of course, not all of them use recreational drugs, but those that don’t are probably in the minority.

Only recently, footage was viewed on British television of the late Dodi Fayed (he of Princess Diana infamy) hosting a private party in a nightclub where around a hundred people danced wildly as cocaine powder showered over them from above. (Fayed is reputed to have spent $15,000 a week on cocaine for himself and his friends).

The unfortunate young prostitute, heroine-fueled by her pimp in return for renting her body to strangers, is a world away from the jet-setting rich and powerful of which Fayed was a member. Yet, both worlds obtain their supplies from the same illegal cartels the US is paying $1.7bn to have Phelipe Calderon push further south, away from America’s borders.

The only way to clean up Hillary Clinton’s self-confessed ‘mess’ is to legalize (not just de-criminalize) all recreational drugs and make them available in a similar manner to alcohol. Production would then become a legitimate business; taxes could be levied on the product (sufficient, it’s been calculated, to clear national deficits in a relatively short period of time), regulation would keep them out of childrens’ hands, the illegal cartels would find themselves out of business, and thousands of people will live to become old rather than die prematurely from a bullet through the brain.

The saddest part of the whole issue is that it’ll never happen.

Whenever the subject is raised we’re told there ‘isn’t the political will to legalize street drugs’. But, that lack of enthusiasm doesn’t emanate from ordinary Americans. It’s those at the top of society who don’t want it to happen. In fact, they’d much prefer it didn’t happen. Cost is not a factor in their lives, and quality of product is assured. Dodi Fayed was bankrolled by his father to the tune of $400,000 a month. If he spent $60,000 on cocaine, it still left $340,000 for the odd Ferrari, or whatever took his fancy.

And what did he, or any of his ilk, ever care about the skinny young kid shooting a $20 hit into her groin before meeting the next street client; or the Mexican mother shot through the back of the head as she hangs out her washing?

[1] “Hillary Clinton backs Mexico drug war” BBC, January 24th 2011

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It’s A Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World!

My wife has just emailed me a report in the British Daily Mail newspaper concerning a US pilot jailed in Britain.

A pilot who turned up so drunk at Heathrow that he didn’t know where he was supposed to fly his transatlantic passenger plane has been jailed for six months.

George La Perle was stopped by security officers because he was reeking of alcohol, Isleworth Crown Court was told.

He told them he had just had a few beers the previous evening and that he was scheduled to fly to New York. His destination was in fact Detroit……..

Flying regulations allow pilots a maximum of 20 milligrams of alcohol per 100 millilitres of blood – La Perle was found to have 89. [my bold][1]

US school bus drivers are permitted ZERO milligrams of alcohol per 100 millilitres of blood.

Does this mean school bus driving is considered a more responsible job than flying a Boeing 767, with around two hundred and fifty passengers, four and a half thousand miles across the Atlantic?

[1] “Drunk pilot didn’t know where he was meant to be flying his plane” Daily Mail, January 24th 2011

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Is It Me?

Well, is it? Or is there anyone else out there sick to death of buying inferior quality products that fall apart, or cease to work, after a very short time. Household items are often the most obvious culprits.

Take these three, for example:

I’m not suggesting there’s anything wrong with the contents of these plastic canisters; they appear to do what is stated on the label i.e. clean and disinfect the bathroom.

At least, they would if I could get the liquid out of the containers.

Here, we have two part-used spray bottles of Chlorox ‘Clean-Up’ and an equally part-used container of Lysol ‘Bathroom Cleaner’. They’ve sat in my bathroom cupboard for months, along with similar, more recently purchased, items.

Why, you may ask, am I discarding half-full bottles of cleaner and buying more?

The answer lies with the mechanical device that screws to the top of the bottle. Designed (if that’s the relative word) to spray a fine mist of disinfectant over my lavatorial surfaces at the touch of a lever, these – no doubt, oriental – inventions cease their function long before the contents is exhausted.

One moment I’m spraying with all the vigor of a gardener chasing greenfly on his tomatoes, then, with no warning, the handle’s gone limp, the issue subsides, and any further pumping results in no more than an occasional splat of bubbles on the porcelain.

I keep hoping that, somewhere out there in our great retail world, there’s one lone pump-action canister with the muscular might of the ‘Exterminator’, the staying power of Rock Hudson and Doris Day, and with workings that won’t ever develop plastic fatigue. When I eventually find my ‘Charles Atlas’ pump-action screw-top, I can use it to finish off all those half-empty bottles in the washbasin cupboard.

Inferior bathroom items don’t stop at disinfectant bottles. There was a time when a brass fitting was manufactured from brass, and stainless steel was actually stainless. Nowadays, they rust, which is really quite strange as neither brass nor stainless steel produces ferric oxide.

A few months ago I decided to refurbish my bathroom. To compliment the newly painted walls and lacquered woodwork I went to Menards where I purchased a new toilet seat and brass fitments for the cabinets.

Today, the ‘brass’ fitments have gone rusty and the ‘stainless steel’ screws securing the toilet seat are leaching a brown stain onto the bowl. Even the heavy ‘brass’ bolts securing the toilet to the floor are being rapidly converted to ferric oxide.

Nothing is what it says it is anymore. Yet, ten years ago I could trust a brass screw or bolt in my toilet cistern to still be fit for its purpose today.

Mind, I’ve been in the US for nearly a decade.

Which sets me to wondering.

Is it me?

Or, is it America?

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