Fellow /b/tards, I present to you an OC conspiracy theory.
The American occupation of Afghanistan has nothing to do with terrorism, Osama, or protecting our 'freedoms.'
Rather, it is a covert attempt to control the Afghani opium industry, worth an estimated $60 bilion.
Pre 9/11, the Taliban had nearly eradicated poppy cultivation. The US government, in their overthrow of the old regime,collaborated with Afghani warlords who control the poppy industry, Now, production is greater than ever, with over 90% of illicit opiates originating in Afghanistan.
How can a region occupied with tens of thousands of US troops be producing so much illegal narcotics, given the Americans aggressive anti-drug stance (spraying pesticides on numerous producer countries and supplying them with military hardware for 'eradication programs?')
The logical answer is that the American government is profiting immensely from the drug trade. It is a fact that the CIA used cocaine revenue to generate funds for covert wars in Central America in the 80's, less well known is the allegations of CIA complicity in the opium business during the Russian invasion of Afghanistan in '79.
So, /b/, is the American occupation of Afghanistan an attempt to control and profit from the biggest drug exporting nation in the world?
(For you stonerfags, they are also the worlds biggest hash producer. I was too lazy to look up numbers, but it's probably safe to say the nation produces 100 billion worth of dope each year.)
Tl;DR, the US is waging war to control the world's drug supply while hypocritically imprisoning users.
Discuss, /b/
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Life, the universe, and everything..
Some may think, I have had a lot of time to ponder while out upon the open road. While I theorized before leaving on this trip, such occasions are perfect opportunities for rational introspection. With many minutes to ponder and disect the unkowns of life.
The more I think of my education, my schooling, my academic college experience, the more I feel like it’s just plan B. Like becoming an engineer is what I’ll do if I can’t find something I truely enjoy. However, this is not to say that I don’t believe I’d make a good engineer – I’m sure I’d be more than capable of handling whatever might be thrown at me – I just don’t want to spend my life sitting in a cube, wasting away my life under the dull shadow of flourescent lights.
Given any reasonable timeline a human life is a dot. That’s it. It doesn’t span generations (obviously) or evolutionary leaps. Our lives are simply such a short departure from the alternative that I don’t believe we have enough time to fuck around. Every moment counts. I don’t want to look back on my life and remember all the things I wish I’d done. I don’t want to live in regret.
And what would I like to do? Everything. Nothing. I’d like to experience a variety of occupations, and live in a variety of places. How I’d like to spend a year as a truck driver, and then spend a year living inAustria . Then I'd enjoy to be a cop, a climbing instructor, a painter. I want to travel the world, write books, take pictures. Race cars and bikes. Teach. Ponder. Glide
Problem is that jumping around from job to job, state to state, country to country, etc. has its drawbacks. No job security. No foundation. Slightly too chaotic. I need some kind of footing to fall back on, a reference point in life. So where do I go from here?
As I see it, the first step would be to establish a lifestyle substructure. Perhaps owning my own company, and building it up to the point where I could telecommute. Ideally something that I’d enjoy, something exciting and different. Operating a track-day business comes to my mind, but there are a plethora of ‘what-if’s’ and contingent factors. However, if ultimately viable and successful, that would be great.
Where I go from here is clearly up to me. I will finish my sentence atSanta Clara
Today’s ramblings are the genesis of tomorrow’s actions. In the words of T.E. Lawrence, “The dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act their dream with open eyes, and make it possible.” This is something I read to myself all the time.
The more I think of my education, my schooling, my academic college experience, the more I feel like it’s just plan B. Like becoming an engineer is what I’ll do if I can’t find something I truely enjoy. However, this is not to say that I don’t believe I’d make a good engineer – I’m sure I’d be more than capable of handling whatever might be thrown at me – I just don’t want to spend my life sitting in a cube, wasting away my life under the dull shadow of flourescent lights.
Given any reasonable timeline a human life is a dot. That’s it. It doesn’t span generations (obviously) or evolutionary leaps. Our lives are simply such a short departure from the alternative that I don’t believe we have enough time to fuck around. Every moment counts. I don’t want to look back on my life and remember all the things I wish I’d done. I don’t want to live in regret.
And what would I like to do? Everything. Nothing. I’d like to experience a variety of occupations, and live in a variety of places. How I’d like to spend a year as a truck driver, and then spend a year living in
Problem is that jumping around from job to job, state to state, country to country, etc. has its drawbacks. No job security. No foundation. Slightly too chaotic. I need some kind of footing to fall back on, a reference point in life. So where do I go from here?
As I see it, the first step would be to establish a lifestyle substructure. Perhaps owning my own company, and building it up to the point where I could telecommute. Ideally something that I’d enjoy, something exciting and different. Operating a track-day business comes to my mind, but there are a plethora of ‘what-if’s’ and contingent factors. However, if ultimately viable and successful, that would be great.
Where I go from here is clearly up to me. I will finish my sentence at
Today’s ramblings are the genesis of tomorrow’s actions. In the words of T.E. Lawrence, “The dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act their dream with open eyes, and make it possible.” This is something I read to myself all the time.
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