Chicken Little and Oxycotin

A couple of Saturdays ago, I'm sitting on my couch minding my own business while my wife watches the news, and the story of Oxycotin breaks. The DA for the State of Florida, Pam Bondi, was sounding the massive crisis alarm. Five people were dead. Blood was flowing in the streets. Kentucky had sprung a leak, and Drug dealers were flooding the Sunshine State. The flames of hell were literally lapping the heals of the innocent. We have to do something!

When I said this is a bunch of crap, even my wife responded to me as if I had lost my mind. "Come on now. Five people are dead from their addiction. We have to do something."

Of course, this sounds great. But what is really the result of all of this crisis, we gotta do something? Let's see. A DA gets to tax more people to raise another small army in order to be able to invade homes at will. This in turn creates a black market in which drug deals go bad in which many people are killed. This in turns creates an all out fake war in which the death toll rises all the while our personal liberties have vanished, and our prisons are filled up with fake criminals, who become real criminals.

Does this sound familiar? It should. It was called Prohibition. Watch the Untouchables and then try to convince me that we need to make drugs illegal in order to save ourselves from.... Or perhaps you ought to read Chicken Little.