Your brain on drugs and why I so love living in Arizona

Primitive Road

Never mind the geriatric driving conditions and the heat, now I’ve got Bozos like this guy to look out for.

Arizona–  An apartment-dwelling drug-dealer who started a small fire while cooking methamphetamine in his toaster was forced to drive to a nearby Wal-Mart
to buy a fire extinguisher after his efforts to quell the blaze proved
fruitless. Jonathan Zaletel, 19, was greeted by Maricopa County
deputies when he returned to his condominium, extinguisher in hand. The
condo’s sprinkler system put out the fire while he was gone, and
firefighters located a small meth lab in a bedroom closet.

Authorities
told   The Arizona Republic   that Zaletel had tried, unsuccessfully, to put out the fire with water and window cleaner before making his trip to Wal-Mart.
Zalatel was booked on suspicion of manufacturing dangerous drugs,
possession of chemicals and equipment to manufacture dangerous drugs,
possession of drug paraphernalia, possession of marijuana, and criminal
damage

Shall we examine this. 

  1. He was making meth in his toaster.  I’m sorry, but I must be incredibly behind the times.  I thought you needed an elaborate setup to make the stuff.
  2. He sprayed window cleaner at a fire.  Need I say more.  Evidently, this guy’s either watched My Big Fat Greek Wedding too many times or he’s missing a few hundred brain cells.  Possibly both.
  3. He actually went to SprawlMart ( a place he was likely quite familiar with) for a fire extinguisher and thought the blaze would be the same size.  Wow.

I can only hope that most sideline methamphetamine dealer/producer wannabes are this incredibly stupid. 

With a little luck they, too, will do the cops’ jobs for them. 

thank  you to Alibi.com

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Primitive Road

Well it’s that time of year.  My payment to TypePad is due.  And while it’s not an exorbitant fee, I don’t have it in the bank right now.  So as of tomorrow, this blog won’t be updated until I can get my hands on some just-for-me money. 

Don’t worry; I’ll be back as soon as I possibly can.  Like you could keep me away!  Meanwhile, I’ll continue to post on a MySpace page that I set up, but might be found grumbling a bit about the limitations thereof.

In the interim, feel free to check out what’s going on with Moreena.  She’s often my first stops when I have some time.  I’ve learned a lot about how to be a real person / non-martyr mom with Kajsa.  Her wry sense of humor infuses even the most touching of stories.

And for a fun little study in extremes I present Dooce and BrocanteHome.  These have both been brought to my attention recently.  I hope you enjoy them as much as I have.

random

It’s Wednesday and here am looking at pictures again.

Have I mentioned how much I love dial up? It gives me time to cook and clean.  Oh, and speaking of cooking and cleaning, I shouldn’t have
to do either tonight.

Today is my anniversary. Woohoo!

Chris and I have been married for three unbelievably bizarre
years.

I think we deserve a night on the town.

seeds in the wind

I’m very excited. Tomorrow night, I get to meet with the Prescott
volunteer group for the Organ
Donation Advocacy Group
here in Arizona. Not only will I get to actually meet real
live people, with common interests, but I even get to have a bit of time to myself. I can hardly wait. 

Chris originally said that he’d be able to stay at home with
Kajsa, but now he and Shaun are working really hard to try to get a roof on before he
starts his new job.

Oh, that reminds me. Chris got a new job. He’s now an
employee of Home Depot. Yep, one of the
country’s most dangerous places to shop. But even so, it’s still got to be worlds safer than hanging off roofs. Not only that, but in three months he get full
benefits. What could possibly be better? Hours, and paychecks, and bennies, oh my!

So, we’re both setting out on new adventures. We’re just going to have so much to talk
about over dinner.  Yipee!

befuddled wonderings

Well,
it’s been quite interesting to read people’s comments on the Thursday Thirteen
that I posted this week. Some people
called me brave for bringing up politics on
my own blog
. A few of you cheered me
on (please remember that I was mostly using someone else’s words.) And still others, led me to more accurate
information and / or expressed dismay with the general tone of the post. I want to take this time to thank each and
every one of you for your comments…even those who do not share my views. 

At
the very least, you made me step back and reflect upon what supports my knee
jerk reaction to this issue. It also
allowed me the ability to put on a wider lens, thereby looking though your eyes
at why you may hold opinions which, at first glance, appear to be in direct
opposition to mine. Once examined, they really aren’t that dissimilar to my
own. Again, thank you.

I don’t claim to have any
answers. (Boy, is that an
understatement.) And I absolutely do not
wish to turn this into a lecture, debate or sermon.

But
while driving in to town with Kajsa, I was thinking about some of the comments
at which I’d previously peeked. And with
it being a long and lonely drive, I had time to look at this from a few
different angles. What I kept coming
up with was, well, timing. I thought
about my family and how we were not even originally of this continent. In fact my great grandmother was one of the
little girls who shot a gun at the start of the Oklahoma Land Rush.

Well,
thinking about that made me begin to dwell upon the legality, politics and
justice of such an activity. So when I
got home, I had to look it up. Here’s
what Encarta
had to say:

Homestead
Laws
: collective name for a series of enactments by
the United States Congress allowing settlers without capital to acquire
homesteads. Although sentiment supporting the idea of free land for
homesteaders existed from the early days of the
U.S., the law was not passed until the
American Civil War had begun. The South was antagonistic to the free-land
movement, because it feared homesteaders would be against slavery.
 

The
homestead law was enacted by Congress in 1862. It provided that anyone who was
either the head of a family, 21 years old, or a veteran of 14 days of active
service in the U.S. armed forces, and who was a citizen or had filed a
declaration of intent to become a citizen, could acquire a tract of land in the
public domain not exceeding 65 hectares (160 acres, equal to a quarter
section). To acquire title to the land,
the homesteader was obliged to settle on or cultivate the homestead for five
years.

The
law expressly declared that no land so acquired could be levied against by
creditors for the satisfaction of debts contracted prior to the issuance of the
land grant. Other federal homestead laws, enacted by subsequent congresses,
were essentially modifications of the act of 1862. The federal homestead laws
provided an incentive, in the form of easily obtainable land, for the
settlement of the West. Largely because the supply of suitable public land was
exhausted, remaining public lands were withdrawn from homesteading in 1935.

See, if this had come up
150 years ago, perhaps we wouldn’t have had the same problem. Oh wait a minute. That was why we had that whole
Mexican
War
.
"What?" you say. That’s okay. This part of history was a little fuzzy for me, too. So I looked it up as well.

…Conflict
between the
United States and Mexico,
lasting from 1846 to 1848. The war resulted in a decisive
U.S. victory and forced Mexico to relinquish all claims to
approximately half its national territory. 
Mexico had already lost control of much
of its northeastern territory as a result of the Texas
Revolution
(1835-1836). This land, combined with the territory
Mexico ceded at the end of the war,
would form the future
U.S.  states of Arizona, California, Nevada, New Mexico, Texas, and Utah, as well as portions of the
states of
Colorado, Kansas, Oklahoma, and Wyoming. See United
States (History): War with Mexico
.

Mexico’s territorial losses signified
the end of any likelihood that
Mexico, rather than the United States, would become the predominant
power in
North
America
.
As the first conflict in which
U.S. military forces fought almost
exclusively outside of the country, the Mexican War also marked the beginning
of the rise of the
United States as a global military power.

Many Mexicans, meanwhile, deeply resented their loss to
the “Colossus of the North,” viewing the conflict as an unnecessary war that
had been thrust upon
Mexico by a land-hungry United States. This nurtured a fear of the United States —sometimes bordering on
hatred—among some Mexicans that has been kept alive and popularized through corridos,
the folk ballads of
Mexico. 

Hmmm…I’ll be sure to
listen more closely next the time I’m munching away on chips and salsa at
Anita’s Cantina. So I guess there really
never was much hope. Even if we hadn’t
had that little spat, they probably wouldn’t have been invited to the
party. ‘Cause Manifest destiny was never intended to include non-Anglos, anyway.

You do remember Manifest
Destiny. No, it’s not the latest
collaboration to come out of the American Idol
phenomenon. It was:

A
well-developed popular ideology [stating] that it was inevitable and good that
the
United States occupy the continent “from sea to
shining sea.” Some talked of expanding freedom to new areas. Others talked of
spreading the American ethic of hard work and economic progress. Still others
imagined a
United States with Pacific ports that could open
Asian markets.

Before long, some were imagining a North America  without what they considered the
savagery of Native Americans, the laziness and political instability of
Mexicans, or the corrupt and dying monarchism of the British. God, they said,
clearly wanted hard–working American republicans to occupy
North America. In 1845 a New York City journalist named John L.
O’Sullivan gave these ideas a name: Manifest
Destiny
. It is, he wrote, “our manifest
destiny
to overspread the continent allotted by
Providence for the free development of our
yearly multiplying millions.”
 

American Westward Movement, movement of people from the
settled regions of the
United States to lands farther west. Between the
early 17th and late 19th centuries, Anglo-American peoples and their societies
expanded from the
Atlantic Coast to the Pacific Coast. This westward movement, across
what was often called the American frontier, was of enormous significance. By
expanding the nation’s borders to include more than three million square miles,
the
United States became one of the most powerful
nations of the 20th century.

However, this expansion also resulted in great
suffering, destruction, and cultural loss for the Native Americans of North
America. 
America in the sixteenth, seventeenth, and
eighteenth centuries. For good or ill, the westward movement of these
Anglo-American settlers was one of the most influential forces to shape North
American history.
 

So here we sit, with our
slightly ill gotten gains, talking about property rights and such. And while I know that this is all in the
past, I find it relevant. I mean, who am
I, that I was lucky enough to be born in a country of advantage? It really was just luck of the draw. Doesn’t this twist of fate somehow indebt me
on some level to show some compassion to those who weren’t.

Despite that fact that we
are now live in a huge country with tax ID numbers, welfare crises, and even immigration
procedures, I feel that we are skirting some issues. And no, I don’t know what all of them
are. I don’t even know that if I did,
I’d have a clue as to what a truly effective resolution might be. But I do feel that it bears further
examination from all of us…with myself certainly being no exception.

finds

I’ve been
positively addicted to reddit lately. Generally, I can find lots of toothsome,
thought provoking articles peppered by the occasional exposé on the true and
only way to open a beer with a lighter. Fortunately, the latter are not as frequent as in other feed moderators that
I’ve tried. Here are a couple of their linked WebPages that I found interesting
today:

  • First is the very long, somewhat dry, yet humorous
    and informative Metaverse, which
    asks the question, The last century: What the heck was that?

  • And if you manage to wade through such
    verbosity, you can reward yourself with a comic from The Pain. Just be forewarned. The author of this one also has a lot to
    say. Just in a much more low brow
    manner.

  • And for that two mirrors facing one another
    illusion, I just couldn’t help but provide this
    link
    .

Noooo!!!

The evil empire
is at the door. Even if you do boycott the SprawlMart
stores, they may be finding a new way to get into your pocket, anyway – banking.

Although the overblown, corporate slave driving, mega-mart
says:

“Wal-Mart is absolutely and
unequivocally committed not to engage in branch banking,”
Jane Thompson,
president of Wal-Mart Financial Services, testified at the first day of the
hearings. “In fact and in practice, Wal-Mart is clearly committed to supporting
community banking, not undermining it.”

I don’t believe it for a New York
second. SprawlMart is not
exactly known for its habit of playing by the rules. And I for one
am disgusted…if not a little scared.

Is there anyone out there who doesn’t yet know that SprawlMart is
evil? I mean even the WalMartians we
spot wandering around looking for the best deal on humongous cases of diet
soda, must realize somewhere deep down where those low costs are coming
from, right?

Just in case, I urge you to find out more. Talk to people about dignity,
human
rights
and civil liberties. Heck, even if you disagree with me, talking
about it helps all of us to come to a place of greater understanding and
cultural self-improvement. At least
that’s what I think. How about you?