When I am Over Everything II

I will eliminate suicide from our planet. I saw an absolutely sickening statistic that showed there were 67,000 people in the United States alone, who took their lives in 2020.

I don’t know how to do it, but that’s just gotta stop.

I will change the alcohol policy on the airlines, all of them.

No alcohol.

Weed or hashish only.

You will never hear of a stoner charging the cockpit or starting a fistfight over something stupid a political leader said or (gasp!) mandated.

Hell no.

We are pretending that we are a big metallic bird swooping through the black of night.

I will solve the bullying problem which actually recently led a child to kill himself.

That shit would stop immediatemente.

I would have a class for each grade level and choose one School Enforcer, basically, the baddest of the bullies. They would each be responsible for keeping the peace in their respective grade levels.

They would get bigger portions of all the good stuff in the cafeteria as payment.

Boom!

I did it again.

Problem solved.

Teachers wouldn’t be afraid to go to work anymore, either.

Another change would be a common world currency.

Before you discount this as another Sativa happy-rant, consider this:

Currency is universally-traded, it is only the value that differentiates. It doesn’t matter what you want to call it, it would be minted by each country who would then use a universal banking system.

I don’t stoned as sound as I seem now, eh?

I guess the point of this pointless diatribe is that we, planetarily-speaking, need to find some sort of commonality.

How about a return to the barter system?

Here’s a big surprise.

Russia has invaded Ukraine.

Sometimes I hate being right all the time.

I do have nineteen heroes to add to my personal Hall of Fame. The Ukrainian defenders gave the best retort to a threat to surrender since U.S. General Anthony McAuliffe’s one word reply when the Germans demanded surrender in World War II.

Nuts.

The Ukrainians win hands-down.

Their reply:

“Russian warship, go fuck yourself.”

It made me want to hobble my one-legged ass up to the nearest recruitment center and go to bat for the ol’ blue and yellow.

Putin might be Trump’s hero, but I have decided to nickname him BabyHead because he looks like he has a baby’s head on a dumbasses’ body.

I guess that’s not a nice thing to say, but what’s he gonna do about it?

Declare war on me?

And what would that asshole say if I actually won?

Tres embarrassment.

I am taking a hit of a potent Sativa strain called Melonada. It weighs in at a stony 33% THC, and is the reason for these runaway thoughts of mine.

While I’m at it.

No child abuse.

Stay well.

Published by maddogg09

I am an unmotivated genius with an extreme love for anything that moves the emotional needles of our lives.

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