Sunday

PILLS: A Rant

I have crazy pill fiend neighbors. And so do you, probably.

Think about it. Pharmaceutical companies keep pumping the population full of pills. Pharmaceutical companies are in business to make money. They seek to maximize profit by maximizing sales. Everybody’s on something. Remember when all of the sudden, every commercial on TV during the evening news was a pill commercial? And the FDA is bought and sold on the market - big pharma can push whatever wild concoctions through that they want. Doctors are enlisted as street level dealers. Doctors prescribe pills for everything. Doctors prescribe pills for sadness. Pills can’t cure sadness.

Pharmaceutical companies concentrate their efforts on selling drugs to rich, fat, depressed, limp people - drugs they can make money on. If they’d dedicate as much effort to distribution of HIV drugs for the developing world and malaria drugs and just drugs that cure the most minor - minor things which are major in developing worlds . . . they could save so many more lives . . . but saving lives in developing worlds isn’t cost effective.

ANYWAY - My pill fiend neighbors (and yours) . . . they’re popping pills and washing them down with Jim Beam and kicking out their windows and kicking holes in walls and beating each other senseless and flailing around wrecking cars and ending up in jail or the hospital or the grave. When I read my local sheriff's arrest report web page, it’s pill fiend after pill fiend. And I’ve been in one particular neighborhood where - I swear - it’s like Heart of Darkness in there. Everybody is on pills. Everybody is on Medicaid. There are probably gigantic government contracts where big pharma sells to Medicaid so Medicaid has to move a certain amount of pills in order to keep the contract moving and lucrative . . . painkillers for people on disability, mood drugs, all that shit . . . overprescribing people wholesale . . . overprescribing vulnerable people. So you have entire neighborhoods full of people who don't work, who just sit around all day popping pills, which half the time are gained legally, half the time illegally, and there's also crack and smack, and nobody works, and there's no structure, and it's just a bunch of wasted people walking around . . .

And then when they run out of their pills . . . the horror

7 comments:

lyzne said...

when i was leaving my husband of 21 years because i fell in love with another man, he told me there was a pill to cure that. huh. i didn't know they prescibed arsenic...

Bobby said...

Maybe it comes in a patch.

How are you doing lady?

I'm on and off with the bloggin . . . trying to work on some stuff offline - all of it sucking

Pernicious said...

Pills cure everything. I haven't blogged in awhile, I've been keeping a handwritten journal(actually three of them) instead. I should delve back into the electronic media.

Bobby said...

Yes Pernicious, please get back into the electrons. It feels like all my rowdy bloggin friends have settled down or somethin

~The Mighty Kat~ said...

right on, man. then there are the do-nothing pills (aka nutritional supplements) for another neighborhood...i need a chocolate pill.

Bobby said...

Chocolate pill? That's got me written all over it.

meg sixx said...

the pills are the pillars of a killer(s?)'s community