Our lifelong dream project, The Ketafol Drip, inches to fruition.
As related in a recent blog posting at The Scientific American,
For people who face frequent needle jabs to treat chronic conditions, a new technology is on the horizon that might make treatment a lot less painful.
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Doctors can either preprogram the new device for a release schedule or send release instructions directly to it via a dedicated radio frequency….
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Because the device uses the MICS frequency, it is likely to face less interference than if it were on busier parts of the band. Also, a unique ID number is required to establish connection with each individual chip, decreasing the ease of hacking.
Now, we’ve never been one to cave to the mercurial clamoring of public opinion, but if visible trackmarks come with a bit of a social stigma, you can bet the farm that wheeling around a dolly stacked with IV bags of schedule II anaesthetics is bound to attract a bit of the wrong kind of attention.
Our last attempt at building the world’s first non-military-hospital-operated vehicular anaesthesia chamber failed when the Chinese government rejected our attempts to purchase one of their used mobile execution vans and retrofit it with sterilized kegs of Ketalar.
Our Great Drug War has certainly seen more ambitious days, as explored in a recent segment from This American Life:
One 18-year-old honor student named Justin fell in love with an attractive 25-year-old undercover cop after spending weeks sharing stories about their lives, texting and flirting with each other.
One day she asked Justin if he smoked pot. Even though he didn’t smoke marijuana, the love-struck teen promised to help find some for her. Every couple of days she would text him asking if he had the marijuana. Finally, Justin was able to get it to her. She tried to give him $25 for the marijuana and he said he didn’t want the money — he got it for her as a present.
A short while later, the police did a big sweep and arrest 31 students — including Justin. Almost all were charged with selling a small amount of marijuana to the undercover cops. Now Justin has a felony hanging over his head.
What does this mean for the average WYST? reader? Well, if the police are investing hundreds of hours in investigating their intellectual peers (high school matriculants), it’s probably ultimately a good thing for the community of drugs superusers who favor fluffy mounds of virtually-undetectable high-powered synthetic entactogens over stultifying fat-soluble garden shrubs. For those of us who fly under (or over) the dragnets with our rarefied habits, the ability to merge and become one with our drugs in blissful bionetic communion may be the final nail in the coffin for whatever – frisking, cavity inspection, credit card and ID drug testing – invasive inspective procedure we might face. Selah.