I find it rather amusing that some of the logic of the pro-drugs group is that "we have two harmful substances which are legal and causing problems in society, so let's add some more!"
I find it rather amusing that some of the logic of the pro-drugs group is that "we have two harmful substances which are legal and causing problems in society, so let's add some more!"
The government has no right to tell me what I can and can not put into my body. They only have a right to reprimand me if I begin to harm others or property. Tuff this isn't about slavery or the defense department. It is about the legalization of drugs. The government has no right to micromanage me.
There, but for the grace of God, goes John Bradford
My aim, then, was to whip the rebels, to humble their pride, to follow them to their inmost recesses, and make them fear and dread us. Fear is the beginning of wisdom.
I am tired and sick of war. Its glory is all moonshine. It is only those who have neither fired a shot nor heard the shrieks and groans of the wounded who cry aloud for blood, for vengeance, for desolation.
There, but for the grace of God, goes John Bradford
My aim, then, was to whip the rebels, to humble their pride, to follow them to their inmost recesses, and make them fear and dread us. Fear is the beginning of wisdom.
I am tired and sick of war. Its glory is all moonshine. It is only those who have neither fired a shot nor heard the shrieks and groans of the wounded who cry aloud for blood, for vengeance, for desolation.
See, the problem is that they don't just harm themselves. They harm everyone around them even more since the people around him are actually inhaling smoke without filters. That is the reasoning behind the banning of smoking in all small closed comercial surfaces in most of Western Europe.
BLARGH!
There, but for the grace of God, goes John Bradford
My aim, then, was to whip the rebels, to humble their pride, to follow them to their inmost recesses, and make them fear and dread us. Fear is the beginning of wisdom.
I am tired and sick of war. Its glory is all moonshine. It is only those who have neither fired a shot nor heard the shrieks and groans of the wounded who cry aloud for blood, for vengeance, for desolation.
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