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Prozac, and the new epidemic of depression
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
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An excellent long read that looks at the rise of anti-depressants as treatments for chemical imbalances in the brain.
Spoiler, the short answer is they don't. But it doesn't stop us for looking for quick fixes and all the quacks in Western Medicine are far too happy to oblige.
Nothing of Interest
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
- Category: WTF
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In the absence of anything interesting in my own life at the moment I'll take you on a tour of, well, more interesting things.
Like this fellow, who inherited a bigfoot body from his pa who shot it in 1953 and stages "Bigfoot Unboxings" on YouTube.
Links: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G03bNA-gpXE (the Head) & this one: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ft7nBx9oRl4
Upon first watching I was taking him at his word, not that there was Bigfoot, of course, but that he somehow came into some preposterous shit and was just crazy enough to believe it. The boy assures me I've lived too long in Foon and that he's taking the piss. Either way he's one-of-a kind batshit brilliant. I mean, the pigeon landing on his head? Genius!
And then there's the weirdest British Television Commercials: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iYrjEcrJHM0
...and the Best Christmas Ever (also courtesy of the UK): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dIpi0kle1g0. Did I mention what I want for Christmas? Never mind...
Then there was Mitch O'Connell's collection of Swinger Ads from print magazines, The Craigslist of yesteryear, only - if you can believe it, even more fucked up. No, really...
http://mitchoconnell.blogspot.ca/2017/12/the-wild-weird-world-of-vintage-surreal.html
Yeah, and those are I suspect mostly the tame ones. Then there's the 100KG bust of Cocaine at the Sweetgrass border crossing:
100,000 "hits of cocaine", via the Calgary Herald, Law Enforcement clearly hasn't got a clue, Cocaine is sold in "grams", which are roughly .7 grams in weight and cut usually in excess of 50% with tranquilizers, anti-depressants or other drugs, meaning a 100 KG of Cocaine will yield the enterprising dealers in excess of 300, 000 "Grams" of saleable merchandise, which is generally portioned out in "Lines" on bathroom and kitchen counter-tops. 1 "Gram" yields several lines, depending on tastes and budget.
These people work in enforcing laws about things of which they haven't got a fucking clue. They make Mr. Bigfoot head look like a fucking trained professional. How did it ever come to this?
And finally, completing the full days round of ridiculousness and prevarications with the Pentagon's disclosure of 22 Million dollars spent investigating what amount's to UFO's. I want to believe, I really do, but there are too many possibilities not considered (reflections, objects closer to camera, on camera lenses, problems with software interpreting images, etc) before I get on the "They're Here" bandwagon. And - given the allocation of the contract to a very interested party - hardly objective - I'm thinking that this is just a ridiculous cover-up of misspent patronage. Nonetheless: http://digg.com/2017/ufo-evidence-pentagon, https://theconcourse.deadspin.com/someone-explain-to-me-the-alien-alloys-before-i-fucking-1821387673. Note there's no mention of how these "alloys" were recovered, or any other details, it's all just titillation and misdirection, folks, nothing to see here...
James Hampton
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(Above: The Throne of the Third Heaven of the Nations' Millennium General Assembly)
Thought I'd written up before, but apparently not. James Hampton, Outsider artist and author of the as of yet undeciphered Book of the 7 Dispensation.
More Batshit brilliance, art for it's own (or otherwise unfathomed) sake.
Outsider artist James Hampton, Wiki, https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/James_Hampton_(artist), and on the Smithsonian: https://americanart.si.edu/artwork/throne-third-heaven-nations-millennium-general-assembly-9897 and https://americanart.si.edu/artwork/book-7-dispensation-9898
Hiding out with Bob Dylan
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Driving out to an abandoned farmhouse with Bob Dylan, young Bob Dylan, and we're covering the car with brush, an old rust-colored Vega, he doesn't want to be found. We're going to hide out here for a few months...
...going up to the farmhouse, it's open, we go inside and there's an older woman in a bathrobe, maybe early 40's, the landlady, and I'm a little surprised, I thought we were breaking in, but he's made a deal to rent the place, she shows us around, it's dark inside, sparsely furnished with bad 70's furniture, Bob's disappeared and she lets drops her bathrobe, she's naked, full breasts and body, a golden plume of pubic hair, not my thing but she's beautiful and I reach out to touch her...
,,,she pushes my hand away, instead goes to a closet and gives me an old bullet-proof vest, she shows me the label inside "NYPD" it says, her ex-husband's, he used to be a cop...
Now, in the basement, there's a shop of sorts, we're milling aluminum bits of pipe to specific sizes, by 'we're" I mean me and a couple of other guys, not Bob, I can't see them, or see them only vaguely, there's calipers to check the size, there's shelves for every size of aluminum pipe and cube we've milled...
...we're done, it's early, I don't want to knock off early, but the guys behind me, they don't mind, and we go outside...
We're on a frozen lake, can see forever, walking, there's a couple of spots where the ice is melted, blood red water boiling up, a little sign marks the spot with a skull and crossbones, it's poisonous or something...
Walking, walking across the ice and it visibly grows thinner, wetter, and as I'm deciding not to walk on any further I fall through...
...the water, it's not as cold as it should be, I come back up, swim, then find the ground with my feet, struggle to shore, breaking the ice with my chest, when I'm on the shore I'm looking back, the other two are still out there, one of them, the taller one, he's fallen through the ice, in deeper water, but the shorter one is helping him, I don't need to go back and rescue them...
(A pattern to these dreams I'm noticing, there's some things that need addressing...)
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