"The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear,
And the oldest and strongest kind of fear
Is fear of the unknown."
The place I take my car to get its oil changed hands out free newspapers. Newspaper companies, like dope pushers when too many of their loyal customers have died off, have been reduced to trying to attract new customers by giving their product away for free. Today they gave me a copy of the Dope City Orange Sunshine.
Inside the newspaper I found the usual government and police ass-kissing that drove this once loyal customer away years ago. The assholes on the editorial desk were trying to convince their readership of the many hidden benefits of the latest tax grab being forced upon them by a government that only two months ago had promised not to rape them with. Governments and their media whores get more shameless by the hour. Note to the Orange Sunshine's editorial desk - Fuck off and die already.
The sports section, the only section of any modern newspaper with a shred of integrity left, featured a story about a childhood hero of mine I had quite forgotten about: Ray Nettles, one time star linebacker for my local Canadian Football League team. Ray rode motorcycles, drank beer, did dope and fucked women with the best of them. Motherfucker blazed trail for the junky athletes we are entertained by today. Now he is about to die and has found Jesus just in the nick of time, or so he thinks. See you in Hell Ray. Even if there was a Jesus he would not save your ass for all the wine in Naramata.