What I like about using public address system to deal with the hard stuff, is that when it’s said, there’s fifteen minutes to reconsider, then it's out there in the sun.
When I look at what I just wrote and see missing whole words and wrong words, my dopamine levels drop. And sometimes I get a bit worried I’m being misunderstood. But tell you what, saying the shit that way is better than not at all.
Thank you linger - for your sobriety on that.
Something I've learned about being born with a cock, is that I'm supposed to use a different public toilet. But it never stopped me from being at times victimised. In-fact victimising and being victimised is widespread among people who have cocks.
It's no easier for males to report being victims than females.
Hands up who never noticed...
Accualy, it little bit more difficult. But that's slowly changing thanks to people like Emma saying stuff like it is.
burned in hell.
Nope, gas ovens buddy.
Empathy can help people do very bad things. https://www.theatlantic.com/science/archive/2015/09/the-violence-of-empathy/407155/
Good morning Russell.
I appreciate how you put your self on the line with your latest blog post. I have thought about one of my comments and realise I wasn’t as sensitive as I should have been. I completely support your actions, as you described.
What I was trying to say in the comments, is that basically we shouldn’t need to be doing these things. Medical professionals ort to have the ability to use pharmaceutical quality drugs. I don’t think there’s room for negotiation on that. Giving hospices legal dispensations isn’t all good or bad. It’s a good humanitarian thing, and not so good, if the green fairy mixes a bad batch. And potentially a bad human rights thing if It all gets clumsy on the consenting to do amateur medical trials.
You do know I get it about medical marijuana, right?
There is also some interesting research going on for using CBD to treat some schizophrenia related symptoms.
Yes, but that’s not what I meant. It’s not medical until we know what it is. Getting the product from green fairys is problematic. Smoothing that by giving hospice integrity freedom isn’t enough on its own. I’m agreeing with your submission, pretty much.
Hospice crews are an extraordinary bunch of people, operating at the literal limit of human experience. I’d love to see them allowed and able to do whatever they think appropriately comforting – both for patients, and for patients’ families
Not discounting your sentiment, I sort of agree. But, I’d rather they did what they know to be appropriately comforting. I am definitely not comfortable about being given anything that might increase my anxiety levels. If I was vulnerable in in a hospice situation, I’d really especially not want anxiety drugs like THC, mabe just the CBT. So that’s why doing a half arsed job of this legislation that doesn’t bother with proper science isn’t a good idea in this instance.
• Enable research into growing, and clinical trials. The trend in the developing global industry is overwhelmingly towards breeding plants with desired attributes – an area in which New Zealand has a strong track record of IP development.
That’s just not assertive enough Russell:-)
I’d have blundered on in and said: Do the research and clinical trials, your the fucking government.
All meaning is relative to context. Identity derives therefrom. For instance, we got taught in college physics that the electron has the nature of a particle in some experiments and the nature of a wave in others, then had to replicate those discoveries ourselves to prove it.
So like me, you didn’t get a faith based indoctrination/education, unlike huge other chunks of the worlds population.
It took a lot, this acceptance. It’s a weird feeling, the first time you see your name on a police form next to the word “victim”.
I’ve had that. Several years ago, l had to attend a restorative justice meeting after a kid stole my car and crashed it into a concrete fence. I had left the keys in the ignition of the unwarranted unregistered car.
At the conference I was introduced as “the victim” the kid was Paul Hunter*, and his mother was “the mother” the mother sat there and abused Paul and assured everyone that she was a very angry person. I gave Paul a stern looking at, and said ” you owe me twenty five dollars in damages. Paul was visibly shocked.
*not his real name