

Do not fucking trust the ends of these seemingly reasonable means.
Should we really count on this department and its affiliates to quality control and dole out these substances in a scientifically accurate and medically approved manner during treatment?
What’s stopping these purveyors from issuing you an altered or “experimental” version of these drugs, with or without your knowledge?
What happens if you “unexpectedly” experience a psychotic break or some other severe mental crisis as a result of these drugs and, buried somewhere in the fine print you signed, your rights to discontinue the regimen and seek further treatment independently are suddenly, simply, out of your hands?
Because this man and those around him will gleefully schlep you to a “wellness farm” instead.
You follow?
Just… Jesus Christ just please read the fine fuckin print of any drug “trial” you sign yourself up for.
I have this sinking feeling November 17 is significant.
I don’t know if it’s because an update to the insanely invasive PeePal account privacy policy that I actually read goes into effect that day, or because it’s just shy of two weeks after election day, a day by which most states have (or should have) certified their results, or what.
Maybe it’s because it’ll have been just enough time since things “snapped” for those who can’t take the exhaustion and emptiness another week, the ones who know they can no longer absorb their child’s hunger, to realize they are being forced to make heretofore unfathomable decisions to function, let alone remain alive, mere days before they see and hear and maybe even smell their feckless neighbors gorging themselves in malicious ignorance, and jesus christ my-god-where-are-you they want us to be thankful for this shit???
But there they’d have em, their scapegoats for yet another heavily manufactured Penultimate Crisis.
I’m high and I hate everything.
Okay I love some things but I hate everything about this.