The entire hippy rock and roll, drug revolution of the 60's was undoubtedly a MK Utra experiment to distract youth from the anti war movement and get them sidetracked onto a hedonistic life of drugs and bizarre self destructive behavior.
She would have been better off if she never attained her absurd ambitions. If she'd just kept working in that factory and gotten drunk on Saturday nights and fucked the boss until he knocked her up and she married some or and had a famblie she'd still be alive today and fairly happy all things considered.
Most people cannot handle success.
Winning the powerball is a ticket to Shakespearean tragedy for all but a few gifted individuals.
That wasn't a riot. It's well established that the feds were bringing in homeless young people and putting them up in public housing in Seattle for a couple months in advance of the WTO protests
Those were serious protests by older mature activists and the government/oligarchs derailed it with a force of what has come to be known as "the black block".
If they wear masks and smash stuff then they're probably police agent provocateurs.
Next time you're in town and you want a seawall, stroll on the seawall from Park Royal to Dundarave Beach in West Van. Far superior. And then go out to Horseshoe Bay to Trolls or one of the other establishments there for some oysters.
South Van back in the day was pretty good; I went to Jr. high at John Oliver in the sixties and it was full of these secularlized mennonites. The Clark Park/Riley Park scum had to hide in the darkness late at night to exist around them. Those prosperous secularized German Mennonites and Lutherans dressed like pro golfers. I tried to emulate their style. They were called "hersheys" back then and they listened to The Association.
I have to confess that particularly in my youth, I was prone to falling into deeply distraught depressions, particularly on long summer evenings like this. I tried booze (doesn't help) and pot (helps a lot till you can't get high anymore), and finally I sort of cured myself. I find thought that it's important to stay west of Cambie St. The east end is still a fucking toilet full of morally depraved retards. I'm not the only person I know who feels this way. Merely mentioning the east end to anyone that grew up there provokes a passion of hatred and bitterness in anyone cursed with a soul. I have to get paid a lot of money or be getting my oil changed on my car to go there.
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Pretty expensive but it seems they have doctors right on site to facilitate you if you want.
Particularly nice if you don't want pot that's been heavily sprayed with pesticides or god knows what else.
1. Go to doctor in walk in clinic (it's covered on the national medical plan, free)
2. Tell doctor you have trouble sleeping, with eyesight, stress, whatever.
3. Ask for prescription of pot
4. Get prescription
5. Go to medical marijuana store ( a 15 min walk from here) with prescription
6. Buy a delicious variety of high grade buds
7. Go home and get blasted