another week closer to the eschaton…

"Safe" Radiation is a Lethal Three Mile Island Lie and Nuclear Power Can Never Be Made Safe – in case there were any questions… unfortunately, i am getting the very strong impression that it’s going to have to happen to us, in “somebody’s back yard”It’s Time to Close California’s Nuclear Power Plants – before we’re going to do anything to stop it… and by then, it may be too late.

No Place to Hide: Internet Tracking Probe Unveiled as New Smartphone Spy Scandal Unwinds – even on cell phones which do not have GPS capabilities, they still have “location service” software that triangulates on the closest cell phone towers, and stores that information in unencrypted files. i have known this for years, which is one of the reasons why i don’t use my cell phone that frequently…

meanwhile, Steve Jobs Lies About iPhone Tracking – because nobody will know anything if they don’t admit it…

Obama: War is peaceand, in case you were completely clueless, President Obama Makes a Fair Trial of Bradley Manning Impossible By Declaring Him Guilty

Obama Doctrine Allows for Regime Change by Assassination – and when he can’t just declare someone guilty and have that stick, the next step is to try assassination.

Obama Doctrine Allows for Regime Change by Assassination – only the people who follow bin laden’s lead will not see this as a reason to give up, but they will see this as a reason to redouble their efforts… 😡

and, by the way, they’re already up in arms about it: Taliban commander vows to avenge Bin Laden’s death – this is why the whole idea of killing osama bin laden was wrong from the very beginning… oh well, i suppose they’ll never learn… 😐

TSA Molests Miss USA, Makes Her Cry… For Your Safety

White House releases Obama’s "Long Form" birth certificate – and judging by some of the comments, that is not going to make one iota of difference… although i like the one that says “now do we call them the ‘after-birther’ movement?” i may disagree with how obama is running the country, but i’d still much rather have him than pretty much anyone else from the republicretins who is saying that they want to be president at this point… palin, trump, santorum, romney, gingrich, pawlenty, bachman, huckabee… Obama Birth Certificate Number Proves Forgery? – what did i say?

BP Expects to Resume Drilling in Gulf of Mexico within Months – oil spill? what oil spill?

An illegal substance sold legally

Belgium reaches one year without a full government – which just goes to show you that, ultimately, we don’t really need a full government to get things done… a fact which somebody should have noticed by now…

Superman Renounces His U.S. Citizenship – he’s tired of “having my actions construed as instruments of U.S. policy.” republicretins in real life are outraged… 🙂

An illegal substance sold legally

Liquor, that is. But the ‘drugstores’ of Prohibition are echoed by today’s medical marijuana dispensaries.

May 16, 2010
Daniel Okrent

“He owned some drugstores, a lot of drugstores,” Daisy Buchanan said. “He built them up himself.” To Daisy, this was a perfectly reasonable explanation of the wealth of her new neighbor, Jay Gatsby. To her husband, more knowing about the world beyond the boundaries of East Egg, it was evidence that Gatsby had made his money as a bootlegger.

Modern readers in the grip of F. Scott Fitzgerald’s prose may not recognize the meaning of Tom Buchanan’s insight, but Fitzgerald knew his contemporaries would understand. In 1925, when “The Great Gatsby” was published, the meaning of “drugstores” was as clear as gin: Those were the places you went to get medically prescribed alcohol, a legally acceptable source of liquor during all 13 years of Prohibition.

Sound familiar? To any modern Californian, of course it does.

For most of the 1920s, a patient could get a prescription for one pint every 10 days about as easily as California patients can now get “recommendations” for medical marijuana. All it took to acquire a liquor prescription was cash — generally about $3, the equivalent of about $40 today — placed in the hand of an agreeable doctor. It cost $3 to $4 more to have it filled by the local pharmacist. Dentists were similarly licensed, as were veterinarians who believed their patients too could use a belt of Four Roses bourbon.

Then as now, the adaptability of the medical profession was impressive. In 1917, as the 18th Amendment establishing Prohibition was working its way through the ratification process, the American Medical Assn. ousted alcohol from its approved pharmacopoeia, adopting a unanimous resolution asserting that its “use in therapeutics … has no scientific value.”

But the Volstead Act, which spelled out the enforcement and regulation of Prohibition, nonetheless made an exception for medicinal use, and in 1922, just two years into the dry era, the AMA demonstrated how open minds can be changed — or, perhaps, how capitalism abhors a missed opportunity. The results of a national survey of its members — a “Referendum on the Use of Alcohol in the Medical Profession” — revealed an extraordinary coincidence: The booming prescription trade had been accompanied by the dawning realization among America’s doctors that alcoholic beverages were in fact useful in treating 27 separate conditions, including diabetes, cancer, asthma, dyspepsia, snake bite, lactation problems and old age. In a word, the assertion that medicinal alcohol had “no scientific value,” from the AMA’s 1917 resolution, no longer had any scientific value. One especially agreeable Detroit physician provided these instructions on his prescriptions: “Take three ounces every hour for stimulant until stimulated.”

Pharmacists who wanted a piece of this highly profitable new business devised practices appropriate to their clientele. Those with high-end customers, mindful of the power (and profit) in brand names, dispensed the prescribed “medicine” in the distillers’ own bottles, which looked exactly as they had before 1920 except for the addition of a sober qualifying phrase on their newly printed labels: A 100-proof pint of Old Grand-Dad, for instance, still announced that it was “Bottled in Bond,” but just beneath that familiar legend appeared the improbable phrase, “Unexcelled for Medicinal Purposes.” At the bottom end of the retail ladder were operations like Markin’s, a drugstore on the north side of Chicago. After police officers apprehended a drunk emerging from the store with bottle in hand, an assistant city attorney informed Mayor William E. Dever in 1923, “The officers testified that [the liquor] burned their tongues and that when they touched their matches to it, immediately there was a flame.”

Some establishments that assumed the name “drugstore” never bothered with drugs and by no stretch of the imagination could be considered stores. At the corner of Sixth Avenue and West Fourth Street in Manhattan, the Golden Swan had been operating as a saloon for years and, as its unofficial name — the Hell Hole — indicated, none too glamorously. The site of some of Eugene O’Neill’s most prodigious drinking bouts, the Hell Hole was one of the models for Harry Hope’s hopeless bar in “The Iceman Cometh” (“It’s the No Chance Saloon … the End of the Line Cafe,” one character says. “No one here has to worry about where they’re going next, because there is no farther they can go.”) When Prohibition arrived, the Hell Hole’s proprietor closed up briefly, then claimed upon reopening that the bar was now a drugstore. Having bought off the local cops, he continued to operate just as he had before.

In Chicago, druggist Charles Walgreen saw his chain expand from 20 stores in 1920 to a staggering 525 a decade later. Along the way, Walgreen’s introduced the milkshake, which family historians have credited with the chain’s rocketing expansion. But it’s doubtful that milkshakes alone were responsible. Something Charles Walgreen Jr. told an interviewer many years later suggests another possibility. The elder Walgreen worried about fire breaking out in his stores, his son recalled, but this apprehension extended beyond an understandable concern for the safety of his employees: He “wanted the fire department to get in as fast as possible and get out as fast as possible,” Charles Jr. remembered, “because whenever they came in, we’d always lose a case of liquor from the back.”

All that “medicinal” whiskey (and rum and gin and brandy and every other imaginable liquid intoxicant) was perfectly legal. But it also made a mockery of the law, debased the dignity of the medical profession and encouraged rampant criminality, as mobsters eventually and inevitably took over much of the medicinal market. What finally straightened out the liquor business was the legalization that came with repeal in 1933 — legalization that was accompanied by a coherent and effective set of enforcement laws, a healthy boost in tax revenues (in the first post-repeal year, the federal government was enriched by the 2010 equivalent of $4 billion in alcohol tax revenue), and an honest recognition that, all too often, “medicinal” had been a cynical euphemism for “available.”