I wrote this originally back in the summer of 2016.....I edited it and re-published this week, I read up on a piece that summer about a new drug, which had a fair number of people dead after using it. The mixture? You basically take an elephant sedative (you know....the type that a vet would use on an elephant) and you blend it into heroin.
Carfentanil was already something that was one of the strongest opioids in the world.
So when this hits your blood stream.....you kinda just lay there, and the heroin then settles in and there's not much happening except some false sense of reality.
Ten thousand more times more powerful than morphine? Well....yeah.....that's the story from the medical side of the house.
The thing I could see out of this is that some idiots will be experimental and take Carfentanil with meth, cocaine, or a dozen other possibilities....maybe even LSD.
Who came up with this idea of blending an elephant sedative with Heroin? That's a question that no one seems to ask. It had to be some lab deal deal where they were just fooling around one day and shot some Carfentanil into an elephant with the Heroin-mixture. Probably freaked out "Jumbo", and encouraged the lab idiots to go onto the next step of injecting themselves.
This kind of behavior just makes one scratch their head. We are living in a period of time where you can just dream up some kind of 'high' and toss several crazy things into one single pot, and then you wake up four days later from daze and realize that you've been on an extended high for more than 72 hours and completely dehydrated to the point where your life is in danger. Then you get crazy enough to repeat this again and again.
Wednesday, 30 October 2024
The Toilet Paper Story
As the story goes....in Venezuela....they were having a military awards situation with the commander giving out some citations, and as part of the 'rewards' with the certificates....you got two rolls of toilet paper.
If you haven't followed Venezuela news over the past year....things have gone into the crapper....literally. If you walked into a store and had a hundred bucks on you....desperately wanting toilet paper....it's a very questionable situation if the store would even have toilet paper to sell you.
I sat and pondered upon this.
In the three decades that I was associated with the US military....there were a couple of occasions that you got some kind of 'reward'. Usually, it was a three-day pass, a day off, or some $10-coupon at the local NCO club. It was something that you generally didn't laugh about, although in value....other than three days off....it had limited appreciation.
The toilet paper? I'm guessing each single GI went home and treasured the two rolls of toilet paper. As bad as things are in Venezuela, I'm guessing that folks have learned to do their morning business in the toilet with two or three sheets....maybe four for a really bad situation. These are young GI's and looking over the toilet paper as a pretty uplifting 'gift' from the colonel.
My UFO-Related Story
First, on my part, I've never seen evidence of any UFOs.
For about three years, I worked with this guy in the mid-1980s....who had come into the Air Force around 1975. His original field? Security police.
Toward the end of three years, we sat alone in the vault and he told me this story related to the three brief years that he was in the security police (later cross-training out of the field).
On his first assignment, he ended up in the NW of the US at a ICBM missile silo base. His job was to go out for a 24-hour shift and be one of the three guys at the entry point, or in the truck patrolling the grounds around the silo.
For the first six months of this period....nothing much happened and he found the work to be fairly dull.
Then one night....around 1 AM....there's this bright light hovering UFO around the silo area. He and the second guy....were in the truck and just parked to a point to observe this. The third guy was asking over the radio (seeing the light)....what the hell was going on.
About five minutes passed, and then the UFO rises and eases away.
As morning shift ended....the three went back to the base and reported the incident.
OSI agents came to debrief (interrogate) them. Probably three hours were wasted, and the OSI guys kept trying to rebuild the story (as if nothing happened). Eventually, the three compared notes and decided it's better to end this (nothing happened).
A couple of days passed.
Another shift occurs. This time....around midnight....the UFO comes down again, and this time.....all hell breaks loose in the missile silo center (deep down in the ground) with blinking lights and it's obvious that the UFO is uploading data or checking out the system. The two officers are on the phone and trying to get some come-back from the three Security Police.
Morning comes, and the five return to base, where the OSI guys are called in again. The three Security Police just say in a direct voice.....they didn't see anything much. The two silo officers? They jabbered away all morning....trying to describe the incident. The three enlisted? They leave within an hour....nothing to say about the incident.
Around six months pass, and my associate gets a one-year tour of duty to Turkey. Later, he leaves the police job, and retrains.
I asked him....so what do you think it really was? There's a pause here, and he said....they obviously know the process of control, and that the silo has strategic importance, and that the nuke missile is something that they are concerned over. Beyond that....if they wanted to make a big hostile threat....they would have already done so. In his mind, they just wanted to watch and observe.
For over thirty years, the one-hour talk we had....has been on my mind.
From the Air Force management prospective.....they considered any report like this....to be fraud and made up. They did everything possible to make you think that. So after a while.....you just accepted that and played the game of not seeing anything or reporting anything.
It's kinda funny in today's atmosphere to think about the 'forget-it-strategy'.
This Kiseki Concept
I travel a lot around the world....always coming up with things that don't readily fit into American culture, language or landscape.
This past week, I came to a Japanese phrase...which was being explained by a Japanese guy.
The term was "Kiseki".
It's not a common phrase that Japanese folks utter much. Once spoken in a group....there's to be some silence while they let the guy uttering it explain his feelings.
Trying to translate Kiseki? Well...you put yourself into a very bad situation, and normally....say 99 times out of a hundred....God's will falls into play, and you've got no options, no chances, and your 'end' is near.
Then in some 'puff-of-smoke'....Jesus, Joan of Arc, Rambo, Captain America, and the Angel Gabriel step in....changing the dynamics of things, and your life continues on.
For Japanese people....Kiseki-folks are 'holy'. Nothing can touch them after this moment.
The way this guy was explaining it....after that round passed by Trump's ear....Kiseki had occurred.
I paused and pondered over this.
We Americans have feelings about miracles, and destiny. But the reverence-level that Japanese folks attach to Kiseki is way higher.