Happy Legalization Day, fellow Canadians! Now, should you so chose, you are free to access the hilariously inept online marketplace, (In Ontario anyway), to pay significantly higher prices for inferior goods. What a time to be alive! Had I never opened an Economics textbook I would likely still be capable of ascertaining that, if the goal is as stated, to curb the profits of “organized” crime, setting a price point well above the existing black market point will yield dismal results. Good work folks.
It may seem as though I’m crustier than an immaculately hollowed-out bread loaf but in fact I’m pleased as punch. As happy as an inanimate liquid contained within a crystalline bowl could possibly be. The government can collect the theoretical profits from a relatively harmful endeavor and the police can focus on matters of actual importance. Win/ win. It will be some time before they adjust their distribution plan but whoever said government moved quickly. I assure you, no one, ever.
Next! Weird poem for you today. A theme I rather like it seems as this isn’t even the second piece now I’ve written on the topic but it’s rather an important one. It certainly was for me anyway. Thank you so much and please enjoy!
“Tame Shame/ Blame to Flame your Game”, October 16, 2018.
More than once we have heard the claim
It’s best to put to rest all shame
Yet here we sit, tiredly dwelling
While inside echoes hateful yelling
You don’t deserve to be content
Sanctions for all our ill intent
The guilt and burden of dark thoughts
Has tied better than us in knots
But guilty mind without the act
Is only evil in abstract
You’re not these thoughts which so torment
That over time rot and ferment
Learn to clean like liver with booze
There’re several techniques to use
Mindfulness paired with exercise
Grants inner peace and ballin’ thighs
At least I find that works for me
Doubtful I’m the minority
So live your life and fuck the rest
Ignore those punks, just do your best.
For real, my legs are Thic. Were I to acquire ice-cream based beverages I would, without a doubt, summon many gentlemen to my lawn. They’re not really that great… I just wanted to say Thic.
From time to time I do still have to shout down the sibilant whispers telling me I’m a dumpster-human and should likely just sabotage my efforts out a perverse sense of vigilante-justice. However, for the most part anyway, such is not the case. Perfection doesn’t exist in any actually achievable form and measuring your goals against it is a surefire recipe for poor self-esteem and general malaise. No matter how sly you may be, it is not reccomended. And I’m not even that sly. Sly-curious perhaps, at best.
I have physio soon, 4:20 to be specific. Sweet irony. I shall, therefore, take my leave.
Anyone who was actually expecting something vaguely pornographic in relation to Ms. Muffet, I did promise so I’ll throw it on the back burner and see what I can do. 🙂
Happy Trails and Waggy Tales!
-Alex Blaikie
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