Moving day is tomorrow, so expect the rag to go black for a day or two. No Internet and no porn mean Rob no write.
However, speaking of going black, I’d like to take this opportunity to commemmorate:
Twenty-five years.
Twenty-five years of hysteria and persecution and panic, all under a government that insists the solution is in abstinence instead of coming up with a technological solution. Twenty-five years of good people being stigmatized and marginalized for making a single mistake that society uses to make them a pariah.
It’s been twenty-five years since Mothers Against Drunk Drivers made having a beer with dinner a federal fucking offense. Well, more like twenty-six, but give me a break; I have, after all, been drinking.
Even after all this time, the mixed messages we get from the media are ridiculous. MADD keeps saying that there’s no room whatsoever for alcohol on the roadways. Meanwhile, the President of the United States says that he wants me to start filling my car up with booze.
This is why I drink alone, behind a locked door, with a fistful of Mentos and a criminal defense attorney on speed dial.
[tags]AIDS, MADD, HIV, Drunk Driving, moving, dark humor, satire[/tags]
