"Crack is Wack" OR "Regulate Regulate Regulate".

Crack is wack.  I learned that from Whitney Houston waaaay before I learned from work that crack really IS wack.  Crack is so wack that it is regulated to the point of zero legality.  Not even for medicinal purposes people and I’m not messin’ around here.

However, there are other substances, legal substances that I am thankful are regulated.  I know, most of you know I don’t like too much regulation all up in my “bidness” if you will… so before you think I’ve gone all this guy: 

Let me just explain…

They’re HIGHLY addictive.  They do things to your body that you cannot recover from.  They change the way reasonably sane people conduct themselves.  Sane people do not tear apart their friends and family’s homes looking for their next “fix”.  I am so very very thankful that they are highly regulated, even if not by “the man”.  No, they’re regulated by the “little wo-mans”.  That’s right, I’m talking about these demons: 

I may or may not have consumed 1.5 boxes of these nightmares in the last 72 hours.  Never in my life have I been so thankful that they are only available once a year, for a short time, and that you can only buy them if you are so unfortunate as to cross the path of some diligent pushers loitering outside of your local grocery market.  Or if you have a close tie to a munchkin who has ties to “the organization”.  I’m not kidding, they keep these things on a tight leash.  Thank goodness. 

Can you imagine a world where we had free flowing daily access to Thin Mints?  Any time of the day or night you just pick up your phones and order delivery?  I shudder at the thought.  The internet tells me that I would survive a very long time in a zombie apocalypse.  I am quite confident that that is because they did not ask me any questions about the withdrawal I would sink into on the day that the Thin Mint supply line dried up.  Ohhhh golly.

Hold tight to your loved ones people, it is Girl Scout Cookie time.

-        DEC