Before long I began to enter a new phase in the drug. A slow, thick decline in affect which, coupled with the aggressive nature of the supermarket created an irritance which evolved into despair. A despair over commercialism, corporatisation, the poisoning and brainwashing of the world in the pursuit of more zeroes in a disenfranchised, zombie of an executive’s mind. You see it is not the leader that is at fault, nor his advisors or his employees. The vast majority of these people know the morally good standpoint to life. They know what is right and wrong and many of them may have stood up for these principals in earlier life. They don’t aim to create unhappiness and suffering in life but the politics and beurocracy behind the company steadily force them into making decisions that could either cause great harm to the company, their job, their life or a small amount of harm to someone they’ve never met in a far off country. For the last 60 years corporations have grown, hundreds, even thousands, of men have worked, toiled and slaved for the group. Many have faced the time in their life where they must make these decision and it is far too easy to make the morally wrong decision if your own life is at stake. Each one of these decisions creates both a negative impact that the company makes and an air of leniency for future decisions. Now after 60 years of die hard capitalist corporations, the monster born from fear and apathy has become commonplace. We have lost everything precious to liberty, ethicality and, in a sense, our own evolution. We became the evil empire we so fervourously tried to banish. And there’s nothing we can do about it. All this time while the power got more powerful, the little man gained nothing but a slow trampling into the dust.
The world is run by people with false power. Power to confirm but not to change. The ones with the power to change have a burden of political ideology and the ideology is the entirety of our culture today. It’s hopeless yet it’s something we all crave. Change. True Change. Radical and swift change to create a culture where everyone can be happy and secure. Where we don’t deal in death, suffering and greed. A culture with less spying, control and fear. One that we can be proud to tell our grandkids, we helped create.
There is little we can do in the singular. We could create protests and band together large amounts of people but it’s too much work for the average guy and it never works anyway. We could form militais and spill blood upon the floors of corporate headquarters and government offices like in the days of old but we have moral bindings and a culture revolved around state sponsored terrorism (The irony is delicious).
We could hack into the files of the latest and greatest to publicly shame/attack and disparage them, which many have tried, many have succeeded and of course many have failed. The controlled opposition, Anonymous, gives the illusion of simplicity to goad the rest into cyber terrorism and then the hammer drops.
Our society is built out of regulations and defences to make sure none of these ever happen but for the meanwhile we have one last weapon. Our voice. We have the internet as well. An earpiece and a microphone in one. We can learn about the bad and the good and we can teach others, a freedom inches from severance. The last freedom worth protecting and the only one which gives us a fighting chance in this world. Mass media is a fear factory, conspiracy is “for crazies” and peace is for no-one. We live in the capitalist bloc. Surveillance and caste systems. Debt slavery and chemical castration. Day to day poisoning and societal depression.
So I protest. I protest through words. I protest through dissidence. I protest through drugs. And protest through drugs is about much more than just aiding the antithesis of the powers that be. It’s about knowledge and knowing what I should and shouldn’t put into my body. Knowing what hurts and what helps. Now I’m not saying that PCP helps or even could ever be used as an aid…for anything. However I am saying that dissociatives do.
3-MeO-PCP, MXE, Ketamine.
Neurotransmitter reuptake inhibition, NMDA antagonism and u-opioid receptor agonism. Everything good wrapped up in neat little packages. Low doses act as anti-depressants, high doses as powerful hallucinogens. Not to say that they’re safe however. Ketamine abuse can yield major damage to the kidneys and bladder but with a lower dosage and a longer affect, MXE does a wonderful job in making it just a bit better. Like Ketamine it holds dissociation but to a much higher degree it holds the peripheral effects, the reuptake inhibitors and thus a higher degree in clarity during the experience. I once heard it likened to Soma portrayed in the book ‘A Brave New World’. The drug responsible for complete happiness and passivity in the dystopian world: “Slightly narcotic, slightly stimulating and slightly hallucinogenic”.
For some time this thought resonated with me. Could perhaps the outlawed today become society’s vices of tomorrow? Are these, now celebrated, drugs the downfall of freedom and personal control? Are we in a testing phase? Researching for the powers that be. Are my acts of counterculture in fact the benefit of the brooding global control cabal?
Maybe… However we already have a perfectly good control agent; alcohol. It kills people, it creates malaise in opinion, addiction to increase profits and a central focus point for the common man. “What am I doing this weekend?” “I’m need a drink.” “Cheeky pint after work?”. These are the slogans of Huxley’s masterpiece, these are our prisoners and I am just as much a slave as you. If I had GHB though, I’d be a slave to the chemists, the ones who wish for a cheap buck but to also give happiness to many and the ones who will risk everything for the drug, not our cheap, phoney, McDonalds and Big fucking Bang Theory society.
If drugs were legal, I’d probably stop using them. Then again no central pursuit behind the counterculture…no counterculture. Just bands of politically motivated people, would this be better or worse?
Fuck knows. The future is another day but ideals are forever and those adopted by Ron Paul were the ones we need to accomplish (I honestly don‘t care if you call me a Paul-ite, he had some great fucking policies and don‘t you forget it.). Peace, Limited Central Authority, Freedom of Rights, Brackets upon Monopolies and Decentralised Banking. Personal happiness is our own problem but never let it be encroached by a system designed to help it’s citizens.
“If we could sniff or swallow something that would, for five or six hours each day, abolish our solitude as individuals, atone us with our fellows in a glowing exaltation of affection and make life in all its aspects seem not only worth living, but divinely beautiful and significant, and if this heavenly, world-transfiguring drug were of such a kind that we could wake up next morning with a clear head and an undamaged constitution-then, it seems to me, all our problems (and not merely the one small problem of discovering a novel pleasure) would be wholly solved and earth would become paradise.”
I disagree with this sentiment, however beautiful and appealing it may be. Paradise is in the mind of the beholder and a planet ruled by substance would be paramount to destruction. Materialism is already rife but an agent with the sole property of absolution from negative emotion is one that would destroy everything good. No sadness but nothing to be sad about, nothing to learn from, nothing to care about. No fear but no motivation, no need for energy, for power, no advancement. Creativity is drowned, existence is based upon simple ideas, the impetus for survival is lost, the strive for uniquity and difference is abolished. The most positive of emotions such as wonder, excitement and absolute love are swamped by a thick haze of satisfaction.
This was Huxley’s grand philosophy; what point is there in life if all the highlights, however positive or negative, were removed? I believe the War on Drugs, when ended, shall result in one of three possibilities: Huxley’s fears, rampant chaos or true utopia. Until then it’s all theory.
tl;dr: Went to Sainsbury's on PCP.