You know every time I pick up a newspaper or hell even go on here someone is complaining about the economy and or the national debt which is a ridicules 1.43 trillion thank you Obama. People on both sides wonder how in the hell are we ever going to pay this back. Well Warcorpse is here with the perfect solution but some of you especially conservatives might not like it. Still the economy and the debt could be fixed by legalizing three little things

1 MarijuanaFirst off I have no idea why in the hell this is illegal in the first place. I don’t smoke it myself but I don’t see why the people that do have to live in fear of enjoying something that is far less dangerous than cigarettes. Most of the people that say this should remain illegal base their opinion on  a movie called Reefer Madness showing how weed is basically like LSD something that has been proven wrong time and time again. People who smoke marijuana don’t go into violent rages or have a hallucinogenic reactions unless it’s been laced with something else. And you wouldn’t get laced shit IF IT WERE FUCKING LEGALIZED! So here’s a thought legalize something that’s less addictive and less destructive than booze and guess what you got yourself BILLIONS of dollars in new tax revenue.

Prostitution. Yes I said it legalize the worlds oldest profession and hell you might create Trillions of dollars in new tax revenue. And there’s a million GOOD reasons why it should be legal. 1 It’s MUCH safer for the girls or guys that do this job. 2 It can be regulated so that minors aren’t involved and that the risk of STD’s goes way down. 3 All the crime that goes along with it goes away and you lower the cost of running the courts that deal with bullshit cases like this. 4 It’s been legal in America far longer than it’s been criminalized. Now the reason it’s criminalized is because of some people’s morale values and religious belief. Most of these people feel the need to ram their values down other people’s throats and to make sure everyone else lives the life they want. Hey I thought this was America and if I want to go to a cat house who in the hell are you to tell me that I can’t. We have freedom of religion in this country why in the hell are other people’s morale values interfering with my life.

3 Gambling With the advent of the Internet and current opinions this is just fucking stupid that this remain illegal. Once again billions of dollars could be generated. Most states have Indian casinos anyway so there already there and guess what America hasn’t ended now has it. I’m not even going to prove my point this time go to the PPA’s website and read their material

Well there you go 3 simple things that don’t hurt anyone else. Activities that are for adults only so don’t give me the save the fucking children rant. They won’t cause the downfall of mankind and you know what if you don’t want to partake in them then DON’T. But just because you are opposed to it you don’t have the right to tell other people they can’t participate in the three activities. And guess what you would have a shitload of new revenue to pay the national debt and maybe save social security

Yes a man who was light years ahead of his time penned this opening to one of the MOST influential documents ever written in history.

Sadly, today this means nothing to the elected officials governing our once great country. No it didn’t start sliding downhill when the Novelty Obama-nation uttered the statement, “We live in the greatest country in the world; help me change it, but that non hacker sure as fuck hasn’t HELPED things out a whole lot has he?

Motherfuckers (and father fuckers for you ladies who feel left out when I say it) Are lining up to defend this shitbird with statements like “No one can expect him to deliver on all of his campaign promises”. Then WHY the FUCK was he elected by a majority vote? If it doen’t matter what they say, why aren’t we picking a President’s name out of a fucking Fez? (Yeah a turban would just be a freaking hand towel with a bunch of clumps of paper inside it wouldn’t it?)

I’m getting off track here. HEALTH CARE for ALL should be FOR all not just one for us and one for them. I’f I’m having their shit crammed down my throat then at least tell me that they are getting the same lack of condiments that I am. REGULATIONS and REFORM are what the current System needs and not a Socialist, Eastern Block replacement for it.

While we’re at it, lets think about this. Nancy Pelosi and the fucking DNC is all over this shit about Leveling out the WEALTH of the nation. Lets call this what it REALLY is. They want You and I to be in the poorest 85% of the nation so THEY can be in the RICHEST 15% (if they will allow that many people to be as “privileged” as they are for being good enough to get you fucking moronic, mouth breathing masses to vote them into office.

“From Each According to His Abilities and To Each According to His Needs” is the mantra that these fuckaholics are chanting and the Public is chewing that up like it is a NEW concept. Vladimir Ilyich Ulyanov brought forth REFORM via these means in a little place that used to be called Russia with these EXACT words.

The FIRST thing that these radicals who wish to infringe upon OUR Inalienable Rights do is to take away the guns of the people that they wish to enslave.

Amendment 2 - Right to Bear Arms. Ratified 12/15/1791. Note
A well regulated Militia, being necessary to the security of a free State, the right of the people to keep and bear Arms, shall not be infringed.

This was written by men who had to shed blood to have the right to protect themselves from all enemies Foreign AND Domestic.

Hitler immediately took away every gun from the Jews and I hope you fucking idiots do remember what happened to them during his rise to power. NOW the Democrats have sought to take guns out of the hands of the people for many years and they always come back to the same thing. They SAY it is for OUR own good so that “Criminals” cannot get their hands on guns to harm us. WAKE THE FUCK UP. They are the criminals that wish to enslave YOU and make you work so that you get just enough to get by and they get MORE than they can possibly expect their grandchildren to be able to spend. if GUNS are so BAD, why are these people all Guarded by agents who have them?

AGAIN… WAKE THE FUCK UP PEOPLE! Our society is being dumbed down by the lack of a true Education System. Our Wages and Income are being attacked, we are being led like lambs to the slaughter and the apathy and brainwashing that our leaders MUST be right just because they hold that position is sickening.

We are soon going to need a Revolution to get the Government out of our wallets, schools, and privacy of our own bedrooms because the MASSES can no longer think for themselves or ask the simple questions and react to the answers that are given to them rather than just going with the flow.

I can no longer sit idly by and watch the destruction of the greatest nation in the world. Who has the guts to speak out with me?

This is something that’s been bugging the shit out of me for well most of my life. Old people who think that because they’ve lived 75+ years that a you know everything, that young people today especially teen don’t know jack shit and this is the one that because your my elder i should automatically respect you. Have news for yah I’ll wait while you turn up your hearing aid and scoot your hoverround closer. Respect is earned not given away.

Now let me first start off by saying this doesn’t mean all old people fall into everything I’m talking about but all of you fall into at least one.

Lets start off with two groups of people that are almost identical teens vs old people. These two groups of people are so alike it’s actually funny here’s some examples Old people hate everything because it’s not like it was back then. Teens hate everything because its not cool or its conformo. Both groups of people can run on surprisingly little sleep. Most of them are terrors on the road. Both seem to think they should get respect from the world Teen because they’re so close to adulthood and old people because they’ve been in adulthood so long. Both groups have loads of disposable cash. In fact the only real difference between the two is teens have they’re over protective parents and watchdog congress looking over them and old people have they’re over protective children and watchdog congress looking over them.

Now let’s go another group of old people that make me want to grind my teeth. The ones that resist saying how lazy kids today are. That all they do is leech off their parents they don’t know the value of a real day’s work. Well snowtop you do know that most teens have a part-time job I mean just because you spent 90 hours in the sun drenched tomato fields doesn’t mean the kids of today don’t work. I mean who in the hell thinks serves you your egg Mcmuffin.  One last thing about leeching off of something Social Security and Medicare.

Now on to the ones that really give other seniors a bad name. The ones that think because they’re old they can act anyway they want. Like the one that yells at the semi-mentally handicapped person bagging they’re groceries because they screwed up and put bread on the bottom. Yet this same senior would laugh and chuckle if her granddaughter put bread on the bottom. I have news for you the two people that bagged your items have about the same mental capacity. Or the ones that go to McDonalds and complain about the egg being to hard. Didn’t they realize when they walked in the door where they were and that quality had left the Golden Arches a long time ago. Or when they starts hassling a complete stranger because he wore his baseball cap inside the dinning room of TGI Fridays.

Is it any wonder why I say to seniors you want respect give respect.

Well I think that’s were I’m going to end this post I’ll probably write on about the other end of the spectrum. Yet another group of people that I can do with out TEENS

President Gloria Arroyo said that despite the exports’ slowdown and the rising layoffs, the Philippines will remain outside the scope of global financial crisis; however, with the successive company closures; massive layoffs; arrival of the unemployed Overseas Filipino Workers (OFWs); and the freeze hiring of Filipino workers abroad; this stand of Arroyo is nothing but crap.

After 35 years of staying in the Philippines, Intel, the world’s biggest creator of microprocessor, closed its company, resulting to 1, 800 unemployed Filipino workers.

Motorola Inc. in the Philippines recently cut its labor force.

Levi Strauss, the US major jeans company in Manila will close its company at the end of July, 2008 and will terminate 257 workers.

Asahi Glass Philippines, the local unit of Japanese Asahi Glass Company will phase out its operations this year.

Jackson Gan, vice president of Federated Association of Manpower Exporters (FAME) confirmed the freeze hiring of OFWs.

Australia, Bhutan, Canada, and Taiwan were badly affected by the economic fall of the United States. These effects resulted to the unexpected onset of the unemployed OFWs – the arrival that adds up to the burden of unemployment in the country.

Unemployment is just one of the marks of global crisis in the Philippines. Joblessness means no money; no money, no purchase power; no purchase power means a dead economy. Are we still outside the curtains of global financial crisis?

Indeed, Filipinos are living in a world of irony intricately woven by the Arroyo administration. With her numerous speeches, PGMA promised millions of jobs, but where are the “million jobs”?

Filipinos could not live by craps — promises or the citations of goals — alone. The Filipino people need nothing but the realizations of these promises.

76% of Filipino adults say they understand spoken English; 75% say they read English; 61% say they write in English; 46% say they speak English; 38% say they think in English; while 8% say they are not competent in any way when it comes to the English language.

Every year we are faced with survey results of Filipino’s English competency. With the presentations of these results, are we also informed why we have to be competent in English?

Today, labels of basic commodities from sacks of rice to the cheapest candies found in groceries even in sari-sari stores are in English. If you couldn’t understand English then you might die of poisoning or might misuse a medicine and impair an illness.

English is programmed in today’s technological advancements such as laptops, flash disks, MP4s and digital cameras. You want to manipulate and maximize the use of your gadgets? Consult your manuals, and how are instructions written? In English.

They say that if you’re a foreigner, you have to know the laws of the land. How many Filipinos are caught or fall to accident because of ignorance? We aren’t foreigners but it’s as if we were. Signs, rules, and regulations of establishments such as schools, malls, and government offices are written in English.

In the academe, references that feed the world with the latest advancements in the different fields are mostly written in English. In the internet, few websites are in Filipino. Even government websites that are supposed to give us access to what was happening in the Philippines are in English. How could you extract knowledge and even enjoy those references if you couldn’t understand what it says? With these situations, it is no doubt that English proficient students outshine the others.

“English means jobs,” assumed Rick Santos president of American Chamber of Commerce in the Philippines.

In the professional sector, being competent in English is an edge. Why? From resumes, application forms and letters, to the interview and reports (financial, medical, etc.) to be submitted are required in English. Even phone calls in offices need to be in English.

To be able to produce not only locally but also globally competitive work force, a key factor (except for skills because those are prerequisites) is a good command and understanding of English.

Cards are all laid. Without being competent in English, how will you survive this modern world and age?

Okay Warcorpse here with something that’s almost killed him and many of you on the road. I was in McDonald’s yesterday. Yes once in a while I eat there, I was to hungry to wait until I got home. Anyway so I’m standing in line and ahead of me is an elderly couple taking FOREVER ordering. Which I don’t really get because McD’s menu hasn’t really changed in the last 25 years and everything still tastes the same. So after so many years of life you’d pretty much know what you want right off the bat, I do. But what the hell I suppose after so many years you get the right to take as long as you want in line. So I patiently waited and got to the register and ordered my food to go. While I’m walking out I almost get run over by a grandma in of course a Buick because she’s not feeling the need to look behind her as she backs out.

I thought as you get older, wiser you get better at the things you do everyday. That’s the attitude that half of the old people have. Then they pull out with out looking, run red lights, cut across the parking lot at a high rate of speed. Go either 5 or 500mph on the highway. Do U-turns in the middle of the street, how are any of theses considered safe driving practices from the wisest members of society.

Then most states put restriction after restriction on teen drivers and their justification is that “they don’t have enough experience”. Yet the ones with the most experience are just as bad. I’d venture to say the number of safe teen drivers to elderly drivers is about the same. Would it really be so bad for some elderly people to re-take the drivers test at lets say 80 to see if they still got what it takes to operate a car safely. And in some cases put them on a restricted licence.

This is not to say that all old people are bad drivers about half of them are wonderful drivers fully capable of operating a car normally like about half the teens out there. Just if we’re going to continue to target and restrict one group of people then we should acknowledge that there’s another group that’s just as bad.

Anyway that’s my view point feel free to disagree

Warcorpse

It amazes me how oblivious people can be to the world around them.  Now, there are times when we all momentarily “check out”, only to end up in our own little world for a milli-second.  I’m not talking about that.  However, I AM referring to those self-absorbed, bubble-dwellers who are only concerned with what’s going on inside the bubbles in which they dwell.  Examples…you ask?   Oh…where do I begin?  Let’s see if you recognize any of these famous “wearers of blinders to the world”.

Mr. “What address is that?”:  He casually strolls through suburban neighborhoods (and busy streets) at a dainty 4-6 mph looking for an address that he has neither written down or memorized hoping that when he sees it, it’ll miraculously come back to him.  In the meantime though, he’ll trap you in a tailgating vortex unable to pass due to oncoming traffic without even the slightest concern that you may have someplace to be - a place for which you do know the address.

Ms. “Elevator Bulldozer”: She waits for the elevator to arrive like it’s the last flight out of town and she’s gotta be on it come hell or highwater.  Suddenly it arrives!  She rushes through the barely open doors as if she’s being chased.  Nevermind the lady trying to exit with a babystroller that had to subject her crying child to a mesmerizing view of the stainless steel wall…or the little old lady for whom exiting an elevator feels like shes climbing off of one of the most jarring and unsettling experiences of movement she’s felt since the car ride over.  None of this matters to Ms. “EB” because you’re in her elevator car…the one that she sent for (seems like minutes and should have been seconds ago) to pick her up.

Conversational Road Blockers: These two have chosen to forego visiting one of the 5 million Starbucks to hold a conversation, because the middle of the road suits them just fine, thank you.  While the pressing issues of the world are being discussed in this stalled motorcade of dialogue, you are held hostage and thoroughly resented if you have the audacity to honk your horn.  After all, you do run the risk of being rude by interrupting their train of thought…no not the one that shocks them back to the realization that we’re just seconds away from backing up to get a running start in order to help them move their little chit chat along.

Mr. “Quick Question”: He’s on a quest for information and nothing is gonna stand in his way - not even an existing situation or an ongoing conversation.  By some scientific act of osmosis, standing in line for 5 hours has made you invisible to “Sir-Double Q” and he zips right past you and every other invisible patron just to ask…”one quick question”.  Invariably this ten cent question usually requires a fort knox answer that sustains your powers of invisiblity for another 15 minutes.  Meanwhile, the quick question gives birth to additional quick questions, because the great inquisitor doesn’t see anyone else waiting…and how could he?  We’re invisible.

Mr. “Loud & Proud”: You may have seen him, but you’ve definitely heard him.  He’s the one who wants everyone in the building to know every thought that’s found its way from his walnut-sized brain out of that gaping bullhorn of a mouth and into the atmosphere for all to marvel at in awe and wonder.  For this guy, “volume control” is best saved for 80s hairstyles.  Whether on the cell phone or not letting his helpless victim get a word in edgewise, he provides a verbal sandblast about his cheating b%#h of a girlfriend, his damn job, his new car, his kickass motorcycle…choose your topic!  Better yet, why not take them all in at once, because that’s how they’re spraying you in the face and in the back of the head, while you’re desperately trying to gather your own thoughts long enough to locate the exit…or a baseball bat.

Ms. “Stop n Chat”: When not sitting in a car in the middle of the road, this one is busy log-jamming the rest of the world on foot.  She has many a stop on her motor mouth world tour for a bevy of stunned onlookers.  First stop-The end of the escalator ride.  Yes, she’s done with the ride and has decided to grow accustomed to not having to move her legs, and with good reason - she’s talking to someone.  Nevermind the flip flops and bloody toes being chewed up by the massive, rotating,  metal stairs behind her.  Next stop-The end of the airplane corridor.  It’s a big welcome home as her loved ones embrace her and attempt to gracfully pull her aside so that others behind her may share the same experience with their loved ones.  Not so fast, because when the mouth moves, the legs stop and there’s so much to tell about the flight over and how the flight attendant wouldn’t provide extra nuts and how the guy next to her kept rudely falling asleep everytime she tried to talk to him.  Next stop-The grocery line. Take your time with that price check, because she’s kindly taken that time to inform you of the evening’s menu and how she can never find fresh strawberries this time of season and how when she was a child her grandmother used to make fresh strawberry pie, not like those canned strawberries on isle 3 but more like the strawberries they used to sell at the festival, where you could also get free samples while they lasted…apparently not as long as my “quick trip” to the market to pick up milk.  Final stop-In her parking space.  You thought she was leaving, but you were in for a rude awakening when she popped in a “bluetooth” while looking for her car keys.  Finally, the car starts…those precious, white lights illuminate telling you that the space will soon be yours…and…and…and she’s sitting there in reverse with her foot on the brake…still talking!!!  About what, you ask?  Simply a heads up to let the person on the other end know that she’s on her way home and will finish the conversation in front of the house, in her car, in the middle of the frickin’ street!

Welcome to my world.

Benman out!

I know a youth for whom suicide is an option. Do his parents know this? No. Where do his parents stand with regard to him?

Well, let’s have a look-see.

This kid’s pot use was just found out about. His parents reacted by getting angry. Telling him he was in big trouble. Telling him he just broke their trust. Grounding him. Bla bla bla bla bla bla.

Where is this kid at now? Confused. Alienated. Alone. Depressed. Angry. He is confused about the trust issue. He never felt there was any trust between him or his parents to begin with. He never felt particularly close to them, and has never felt a connection with them. Now, he’s further cut off from them, rejected, hurt, angry and bitter.

Is he going to stop using? Hell NO! He’s going to find better places to hide while using. Which means he could be entering dangerous territory. Believe me I know. I’ve been there. You don’t want to know where your kid could be hiding to “use”. I would rather have my children using in my home, than in a dark alley with strangers. Wouldn’t you?

Back to the kid. What his parents don’t know about him? When listing his after-graduation options he included three: 1. go travel, 2. go to this college (which his parents chose for him and he doesn’t want to go to), 3. suicide. I’m not making this up.

What don’t you know about your kids? Find out.

Listen Grown-ups; raising kids is like fishing. First you gotta hook them. You do this by using bait they like. Find out what it is. It could be anything; it’s your job to figure it out. How will you know when you’ve got them hooked? Because you’ll be talking. There will be good feelings between you – at least somewhat open feelings. Get to this place no matter what it takes.

Once they’re hooked, keep them on the line for as long as it takes to reel them in. I MEAN IT. The ocean is a big dangerous place. Once you lose them they will swim away and swim fast, whether they know where they are going or not. You may never be able to find them again. And you don’t want to know what could happen to them out there. Why don’t you? Because you’ll have to live with that knowledge for the rest of your miserable life. As well as the knowledge that you had them. You almost had them.

They’re your kids. Sit with them, even if you have to sit with drugs at the same time. Hold on to them while you can, even if they’re high. If you do that, you might be able to steer them toward better choices by loving them, accepting them, finding out what makes them happy, and helping them pursue it. Believe me, there is something that makes them happy besides drug use. Get to it.

This makes me so mad. Parents, get a f**king clue!

I don’t care how you approach it. You’ll probably f**k up 9 times out of ten in your efforts to relate to your kids. Keep at it. Tell your kids you’re stupid, you don’t know a d*mn thing about how to deal with this issue, but you LOVE them and you’re angry because you’re afraid you might lose them. Tell them your fears and tell them you are there for them NO MATTER WHAT! Tell them you’ll work it out together. Tell them to tell you when they think you’re being stupid. You have to communicate with them – that means letting them tell you when they think you’re feeding them a line of BS.

Get your own shit out of the picture and be there for them. It’s your d*mn job, mom and dad. Do it. And do it with love so you don’t lose the greatest chance for love you ever had.

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Are all you parents talking about drugs with your kids? Because you should be. Regularly. It’s a good subject. Start young and make it a casual part of conversation so that it doesn’t ever have to be awkward. Joke about it when appropriate, tell stories, talk about your own use and experimentation – good stories and bad, converse about drug-related media, and let them know that its not scary and bad.

Why should you let them know that it’s not scary and bad? Because to them, it’s not. It’s a curiosity. If you approach the subject without judgment and fear, your kids will be more willing to talk with you – and listen to you – about this touchy subject. If you approach it with an open attitude, then when the potential for “scary” and “bad” enters your home (teenage years, give or take a decade), you’ll have a nice little, somewhat solid, foundation on which to relate to your kids, and hopefully influence them in a safe, healthy direction. Kids need this foundation, and they need to know you’re there for them on this one.

Drug conversations in my home have covered pretty much every “common” drug out there from alcohol to meth to coke to pot to heroin to psychedelics to that big happy candy store: pharmaceuticals…generally, antidepressants. Lately conversations around my house have been about Adderall, an amphetamine that is often prescribed for ADD, ADHD and various other things from weight loss to fatigue, and so on and so forth. It’s commonly called the Focus Drug. Students love this drug as it helps them focus, makes them smarter (or feel smarter), and has all sorts of other super duper effects. In addition, it has numerous negative effects, especially over long-term use.

Last night while discussing Adderall with my daughter I learned a few things. This drug is readily available to kids. Kids who have a prescription for it either sell it or share it with their friends. It has amazing results. My daughter told me about one particular student whose C average was raised to straight A’s last semester as a result of the beneficial effects of using this drug to study. Needless to say when kids see those kinds of results in friends who are using a particular substance, that drug becomes very appealing.

One of the points my daughter made, and I can empathize with her on this, is that now a-days you almost need some sort of drug just to keep up with the pressures of everyday expectations, and requirements. It is increasingly difficult to compete in this world; getting into college can be a real challenge, and the intensity and amount of school work is extreme compared to what it was say in the early eighties, when I was floating through school on a B average that required no special focus, attention or skill (or intelligence). Hell, homework back then was an occasional annoyance. Now, it’s a daily four-to-six hour grind. At the same time, all you hear in the media is how far the USA is falling behind other “smarter” countries with regards to education.

So, you have kids stressing about school, trying to keep up, worrying about getting into college at younger and younger ages. At the same time you have a media telling them that they are “stupid” compared to the rest of the world. Put that together with a pharmaceutical industry that prescribes drugs like they’re candy, and you have a whole bunch of little stressed-out junkies in the making. And that’s just survival. Forget about taking drugs for fun! (Like back in the good ol’ days when that’s the only reason most of us were doing them).

I’ve had conversations with a few of my daughters’ friends about drugs as well. Their main complaint is, they don’t have anyone to talk to about drugs. And (surprise, surprise) they have all sorts of questions. They want to know what is potentially dangerous about this, or what might happen if they try that. Their parents react to “drug topics” with anything from poorly masked horror, to contrived “just say no” BS, to some superficial spew that sounds like it came from some outdated Newsreel from the 1940’s. Generally, their parents are not talking to them about drugs! I find this utterly ridiculous and very scary (for the kids sake).

Let me just ask one question to all you parents who avoid the drug conversation at all costs, or try your best to brush it aside with some prefabricated anti-drug propaganda: As a parent, don’t you want your kids to get their answers from you? Don’t you want to know what’s going on in your kid’s world, just incase something goes wrong? If they get into trouble, don’t you want to be the one to hold their hand and make sure they get out of trouble safe and sound?

If the answer to those questions is yes, then start planning your drug foundation as soon as you conceive. (Or now, if you already have conceived.)

A good place to start: assume your kids are going to try drugs, whether it be a little experimentation, or a full-on addiction. In this day and age, it’s not ridiculous to assume this. Americans are a drug addicted society (thanx, pharmaceutical industry, for that). This starting point will hopefully help you avert some of the “shock” you feel when you find the remains of a joint in your kid’s dresser drawer. Or when you get a call from the county jail in the middle of the night.

Next: educate yourself: Even if you never did drugs, there’s no excuse for not knowing the basics. The internet has pretty much any answer you ever wanted to know about drugs. My favorite drug website is www.erowid.org. It’s a huge drug database. Good family fun. You may chose to share this website with your kids. I have it as my homepage on my computer. If my daughter asks me a question about drugs that I don’t know the answer to I head straight for the computer… “well, let’s just see what we can find out about this one…” Well looky here, Morning Glories are a Psychedelic. Fancy that!

Approach the negative effects of drug use honestly and openly. I’m lucky in this regard; I have a whole pile of bad examples of drugs gone wrong in my own life, many of my friends lives, and some of my family’s lives. My kids have seen up close and personal some bad drug and alcohol shit. I’ve got that on my side. I try to balance this with some “happy” drug experiences. Why? Because if you inundate your kids with just the bad shit, they’re going to know you’re not open to really talking about it, and they won’t talk to you about it. Anyways, that’s how I chose to approach it; it may not be the best, but it’s the only way I can honestly approach it having spent a fair share of my earlier days playing with various substances. I’m not going to lie about any of it. If a drug is potentially really dangerous, I tell my daughters so. If it’s a not-so-dangerous drug, I say that too. (example: “If you absolutely have to do drugs honey, but you’re not sure which one to try…chose pot over meth, the effects are a lot less deadly.”)

However you chose to approach it, be open, honest, and try to throw aside your fears. Whatever you do, don’t judge your kids. If you do, you may lose the one chance you might have had to save their life (or make it a little less painful).

There are politically correct terms for all kinds of people. You’ve got Native American, African American, Little People, Special People, bla bla bla, the list goes on and on and on. But what is the politically correct term to use for inbreds? Is there one?

Normally I would have never even thought about it, but after my daughters and I had been living here for a year or so, we were all sitting around the dinner table (with my parents, who were visiting from Washington), and my daughter told us that there was an organization at school she had just found out about. It’s called S.A.I.D. Students Against Inbred Discrimination. Can you believe?!

Naturally, the first thing I said was “Woa! I had no idea there were so many inbreds in Minnesota…it’s such a nice, proper, traditional sort of place. People here really get into the church thing and everything – you actually still see nuns walking down the street here, dressed in their full attire! It’ s almost Leave it to Beaver, compared to some of the places I’ve lived. That’s so bizarre.”

And then I started thinking about all “news” they tell on the KQ morning show, about all those people that are just plain…well, there’s something going on there.

“Well, there is a certain element, I suppose…”

She continued to tell us that there were, in fact quite a few inbreds at her school. They had certain physical features that identified them, some of which she described. Now, working in the tooth industry I see dental features that I’m pretty sure are a characteristic of “over” breeding. And you see it in animals as well; dogs that are over-bred have hip issues, etc. Cats have their issues as well. I had a friend who adopted a barn cat which was the most beautiful animal I have ever seen. When I asked if there were any others like it in the litter, she said all the others had strange features, crossed or different sized eyes, missing or deformed ears, weird toes, probably a result of inbreeding. (You know, one litter of cats can have as many fathers as kittens in the litter. She must have got the kitten whose father lived across the field.) My daughters’ father’s girlfriend, who is really the sweetest girl ever, had told my daughters that she herself, had a characteristic way of pronouncing certain letters, a result of her own inbreeding (I am not joking). So the idea that inbreds could have certain identifiable features made sense, after a little thought. I just couldn’t believe that there were enough inbreds here, to support a support group. I always associated inbreds with, well, Southern States. You know, “squeal like a pig,” and such. Who knew?

She went on to say that S.A.I.D. met regularly and that their meetings were somewhat modeled after AA meetings. The new kids would introduce themselves, saying, “Hi I’m so-and-so and I am an inbred.” Then they would all discuss things and support each other. They had, as a group, managed to get certain legislation passed in her school, which made their life a little easier. For example, unfortunately, even “older” kids still have a propensity for ostracizing kids who are different, and so the good people at S.A.I.D. had been able to legislate that when possible, there would be more than one inbred in a classroom, for support purposes, so they wouldn’t feel so isolated and vulnerable.

After much conversing about this particular topic that evening at the dinner table, we finished up and moved on. The next day my daughter, who really is somewhat of a social butterfly, told me that she was thinking of joining S.A.I.D.

“But do they let non-inbreds join?” I inquired. I was a little surprised, but then thought, well, the best way to help something blend and become “normal” and “accepted” is for everyone to join the party, right? “Sure, that’s sounds like a great idea! That’s really cool that you want to do that dear!”

But after a couple days I couldn’t help thinking, what if she joined, and then decided she didn’t want to continue her support? Wouldn’t that be almost worse than not joining at all? It could be taken as a form of rejection. She could hurt some peoples’ feelings. They might think she had joined and then felt they were too “weird” for her, and abandoned them. It really started to distress me. I don’t like hurting peoples’ feelings – especially people who might already have suffered enough. Don’t get me wrong, if someone is being an ass I have no problem letting a few words fly, but people who are vulnerable…well, they don’t need any more f**king with. I had to talk with my daughter about this.

And so I did. “…I’m not trying to sway you – believe me if you want to join I totally support you. But just make sure that you’re really committed to it, because it’s a little different than joining French Club and then deciding you’re not into it…” We had a nice discussion about it, after which she told me she had decided not to join after all.

She assured me that I hadn’t swayed her; it was just that she felt she was too involved in too many other activities to be able to take on another club. I was somewhat relieved, for the sake of the people that were in S.A.I.D.; I had a feeling this was a passing fancy…sort of a novelty thing, and I didn’t want any hurt feelings.

A few days later she told me she had made the whole thing up! No such thing as S.A.I.D. –?!!Punked! I was almost disappointed! Boy am I gullible! The joke was on me…but not just me; right now there are a number of people all over the country, and maybe beyond (due to my big mouth) who believe there might be a disproportionately large population of inbreds in Minnesota! So the question is, how long will it take for someone to come up with a PC term for inbreds (and more interestingly, what will it be – genetically challenged? Familially challenged?) or is inbred the PC term?