AND THEN THE ZOMBIES

Perhaps it was undiplomatic of me to kvell about the lovely packs of ciggies on the bus, but Chinese cigarette packs are sometimes very beautiful and artistic. And I had just acquired not only yellow crane pavilions (two types) as well as noble smoke. My elderly friend who was heading uphill is, sadly, a vehement non smoker. She can't understand either the pleasure of tobacco or the savage joy of smuggled-in merchandise.

I have a nasty suspicion that she may also have dietary hang-ups. That type. We've often talked about boats and libraries, as well as broken wrists, knees, and loose linoleum.

We have not spoken about marijuana. Like many white people she probably holds that it is therapeutic. But not quite to the extent of averring that it's green, hence good for the planet, mystically beneficial, and grown by little nature men in the Amazon who recycle, and hug trees and dolphins.

Or is that Humboldt, Mendocino, and Trinity Counties?
Those also are mystical places.


More assault rifles, explosive booby traps, and pesticide run-off than any other place on the planet, and a criminal hippie population of around a quarter of a million hardcore law breakers and occasional murderers. Many of whom are vegan or vegetarian.

The city of Eureka has more mega-violent aquarians than even the backwoods and hollers of Kentucky and Tennessee. Eyes bloodshot with viridian haemolymph.
Tofu-snarfing, tie-dye wearing, tensed trigger fingers.

After lunch I had smoked my pipe before doing my errands and shopping, and probably still whiffed of tobacco. Which, please note, smells far far better than marijuana or patchouli.

Good pipe tobacco inculcates and reflects mental stability and self-control, and contributes mightily to civilization and an intellectual approach to many things. Whereas marijuana leads to sloth, slack jawed drooling, violent outbursts, and the adoption of heathen practices. After huffing a doobie, the afflicted deviant looks for all the world like Mitch McConnell being wheeled through the Capitol Building mouth slightly open in an idiot grin, eyes dull.
There is no spark of mental acitivity evident whatsoever.

Mike Johnson is also getting there.
Damned Louisiana deviant.
Rictus grin.



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