What makes a criminal so prime to let go?
You answered your own question when you ended your story (“Get out of jail cheap,” April 5) with a number too lovely for our bottomless pit of corruption called a “legal system” to avoid, $14,000.00. Money keeps our corrupt system well-funded. The only answer to curing corruption it is to legalize all drugs and implement anarchy so that innocent citizens like Dustin and Gerald can live peacefully and undisturbed. They were not using the weapons to terrorize people in their homes or at work!
But who comes knocking on their door to harass them about being self-sufficient, profitable and independent? The jealous greed-mongers who weren’t receiving a cut!
I don’t care if Dustin or Gerald were growing weed, meth, mushrooms or coca plants, because they were finally getting close to freeing themselves of the modern slavery that everyone else is involuntarily forced into at birth when they’re issued a social security or tax identification number.
I don’t know anything about farming, but instead of consuming pesticide-packed fruits and vegetables, growth-hormone-enriched dairy products and preservative-rich fast food and junk food, why aren’t Americans more empowered by the government system to become more self-sufficient and independent? We don’t need property taxes (you will never own your property, and the feds can knock your door down any time they f--king want), utility bills (been gouged by rate hikes lately, anyone? I should have a solar-powered roof and a built-in windmill in my back yard—just don’t tell the HOA!), or growth hormone and E. coli-infested groceries (our backyards should be ranches). If the American dream were a reality, people like Dustin and Gerald wouldn’t have to resort to cultivating drugs unless it was for their own consumption (which every addict should do). Dustin was released because he donated and contributed $14,000 to fund the terrorist organization we call a “legal system.”
The DEA imports drugs from around the world so that street-pushers get busted and contribute either monetarily when they get caught by local rent-a-cops as Dustin did or to serve as cheap slave-labor (got license plates or a used deck of playing cards?), again, for the Good Old Boys profiting all the way up to the White (Man’s) House. Dustin and Gerald were doing the extorters’ dirty work, but they fell behind in their payments to the corrupt officials. Perhaps $14,000 made up for the Brookins’ clerical oversight, but others are next in line if they dare to fall behind as well.
In a utopian anarchistic society all drugs would be legal—allowing for the fittest to survive. With the U.S. military now owned by the UN and Blackwater USA providing privatized military services to rich tycoons on Capitol Hill and certain Texas ranchers, Americans have lost focus of the reality that is modern slavery.
Dustin and Gerald temporarily freed themselves from this corrupt system, and self-protection is no offense. Independence Day is for the tycoon bastards running and paying off our government, not the American public. To the rich, I echo the words of a Las Vegan that once told me to “Go to hell, eat shit and die.” I wish he would’ve killed me; I wouldn’t have to be here putting up with all THIS shit!
–PSYCHO JOE
Nice work, Weekly!
Dear Xania and Matthew Scott Hunter,
From all of us at Tight Rack, we would like to thank the both of you for a fantastic and hilarious article (“Rack ’em tight, rack ’em right,” April 19)! We’ve had a tremendous amount of positive feedback in the last two days. Thanks again!
Sincerely,
–STEPHEN CHRISTOFFERSEN
Tight Rack
You’re new here, aren’t you?
Dear Liz Armstrong,
Just a quick note in regards to your review, in the April 5-11 issue of Las Vegas Weekly, of a certain party you found disenchanting (“Gimme some dirt”).
As a Vegas native, and one who has been living in Seattle for the past 5 years (a city which has both an established and reputable music scene) I found your aversion to the remotely “wholesome”—as you put it—a great disappointment and indicative of a narrow idea as to what can be good and fun about Vegas.
A) I happen to know that many of the people within the scene you were speaking about would have gladly rolled a couple joints for you and smoked them with you.
B) It was a f--king Wednesday night in a suburban neighborhood, what the hell do you expect?
C) Upon looking into things further, I discovered you are new to the city, and alas, this type of review/mentality is quite predictable from the rookies of Vegas. Don’t get me wrong, the trashy underbelly does and will always hold a place in my heart as well—however, it is not the only thing life/Vegas has to offer. Give it a few years, and you will yearn for the scene to develop into something more than a two-dimensional perpetual porn star party.
Even if you did totally hate the music and the party, it was a vague and piss poor review, lacking the meat on the bones that the whores of your latter party seemed to have had.
Hopefully something more filling to come from your pretty little hands in the future.–ELIZABETH JOSLIN