So, in my last LITSL I put in a blurb about my frustration with the war
on drugs, and a number of you responded with basically the same thing.
Becca may have said it best when she said the following:
"I don't think it's really ABOUT restricting personal choice for those
that insist on keeping this drug war going. I think it's about making
money. Loads of money. More money than you or I could possibly
fathom. The kind of money that makes it okay to kill thousands of
people every year and allow armed gangs to decapitate 45 people at a go
and bury them in a shallow grave. As an article I recently read said,
it's about savage capitalism: "The best example of capitalism working
completely free of regulation,
with no laws and no compassion is the globalized and armed drugs
business." As with most things that are evil, it's about making money
for people who already have too much, and that's what they're trying to
protect. Keeping drugs illegal keeps them expensive, means they have to
be protected and fought with guns, which is another profitable
business."
Which brings up an interesting discussion. See, I
don't think she's wrong, at all. But I also don't think your average
middle American is running around going "let's keep up this war on
drugs, because that keeps the prices high!" I think the average middle
American is buying into the propaganda that drugs are bad and need to be
illegal, yada yada yada, which is how law makers justify to their
constituents that they have failed to legalize them.
So, here's the interesting part: how much are we just ants in a
hive, do you think? I mean, how really powerless are we? If we all
stood up tomorrow and asked for drugs to be legalized, could we get it
done? Or are the people making the money really and truly in control?
I want to know what you think. Feel free to expound mightily. I'm
not really sure how I feel. Sometimes I think we're ants. And
sometimes I think we're not.
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Right, so...
Some of you, although surely not all of you, may have noticed that I took a fairly long hiatus from life in the slow lane this spring. I sent my last email about two weeks ago, and before that I hadn't sent one since mid January.
That's because things have been afoot, here in my life,
and I have not been at liberty to discuss them. And, with only one
thing on my mind, I found I didn't have the urge to babble about stuff
that wasn't really interesting to me at the moment.
Recently I've been made at liberty, so now I'm going to share what I've been sitting on for the past several months.
Waxor,
it turns out, it transgendered. He (and I use that pronoun
purposefully, since he's not ready to take the plunge and switch) is
growing his hair out, wearing women's clothes, and talking about taking
hormones. It's not an overnight thing; it's a process. But it took me
several months to get a grip on it and how I felt about it, thus my
hiatus.
I'm not going to go into a lot of detail here. I'm sure a number of
you couldn't care less, since you pretty much only read these emails
for the hilarious accounts of the trials of motherhood. Others of you
may be vastly uncomfortable with the idea of knowing more, and that's
okay, too. I'm not planning on forcing TMI on anyone who doesn't want
it. But if any of you want to know more, or want to ask me questions,
please do. I have a whole lot of friends around here who are awesome,
but who are also mostly focused on supporting Waxor through whatever
transition he goes through. Those of you who live farther away get the
dubious honor of being invited by me to share my own, rather different
experience.
****
Well, I really think two heavy topics is more than enough for any one email, don't you? I think I'll just send this off now.
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