I Want a New Drug

I saw this sad article about the never ending charade called the 'War on Drugs' today, which really means the "war on other drug dealers than US". Looking at the opium production graph, we can see why the Taliban had to be gotten rid of - the spice must flow.

I see Afghanistan as a great plantation of poppies - the South never lost the war, it just went elsewhere and changed crops. On the 21st century plantation, quotas must be kept, and any thieving by the workers is strictly punished.

I've been watching some old Miami Vice episodes, don't ask me why. Sonny, Tubbs and Edward James Olmos are constantly battling some shadowy drug dealer named "the Columbian" who is always one step ahead of them. I think we know who the Columbian really is.

It makes me think about our species, and our long and often difficult relationship with the green side of the planet. Going back to the very beginning of our myths, plant consciousness has always been with us, and really quite central to the story.

As a plant, the best way to ensure success is to make yourself indispensable to the animals around you, for instance, like bees have become dependent on flower pollen, and vice versa. With a primate you offer a euphoric experience that also happens to create an addictive and dependent relationship with the plant. Over time, the plant creates a situation where it is grown in the finest land on the planet, watered with care, defended with guns and bullets, and life is good. At least for the plant.

It is tempting to blame the plant for all this, but it's just doing what plants do. Poppies have, at least temporarily, put themselves at the top of the food chain, in a war that is possibly a war between sentient plant species, with human beings being merely convenient workers for a higher, plant-based consciousness. I'd really rather not be involved.

I remember Jeff Fairhall saying that George "Poppy" Bush was Satan. He was like... the poppies top gardener, did what it takes. Amply rewarded, I might add. His seeds go on to rule the world of vice, just like the poppy seeds.

OK, that may just be the way things are. Plants rule, maybe they created us. They even created our minds, so we can draw trees of life as symbols of higher consciousness.

I think its interesting how Satan is joined to this tree of knowledge, sort of a good yet bad guy. I know we all have our favorite plants of enlightenment in the garden, but maybe the poppy really IS Satan?

"You shall know them by their fruits"

I guess some plants just don't play well with others. Human beings are the Dooms Day Device for all species of plant but one: the poppy. Hope you love them, the elite certainly do. It's mono culture time.

Unless... maybe there's a spoor out there who sees a good opportunity. We worker bees are bit overdone with the poppy masters. I don't care if you're a slime mold, if you can make a better deal than the poppies, I'll find a way to see you, and paint you, as beautiful. Make an offer.

I want a new drug.