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You can’t be hesitant

And run for president

Don’t tell em how their money’s spent

Or even worry bout the rent

The military machine

Creates a new regime

While trying to stay clean

And protect their Mr. Bean

Busta Rhyme sayin go GHB

Ah huh ah huh (George Bush look-alike)

Top dog daddy

Likes to get jabby (show Mohamed shuffle)

Who’s the real baddie

Not me I’m Bushed (crosses arms and leaning back in gangsta rapper pose – peace)

I got some good connections

They’re good at redirection

Hey I just wrote a (long paus) thingie (misses on rhyming for sentence…)

Ah huh ah huh

(end Bush chorus)

Back to politickin

Your timer is tickin

Don’t start twitchin

Whoah! Hands off the button!

W or H, Daddy or the son

More scary times than fun

Put the planet in a bun

Laughing all the way to HELL. (all shout HELL)

Yo GHB – This Kracker’s Rockin (mc shout out)

Ah huh ah huh (George Bush look-alike)

Top dog daddy

Likes to get jabby

Who’s the real baddie

Not me I’m Bushed

I got good connections, They’re good at redirection (fade last line) –

Hey I just wrote a (long pause) thingie Huh huh a huh (end Bush chorus)

How to use:

• Open the Injector (If you have Vista/7, Open as Administrator)
• Start WarRock
• Press INS/EINFG to show the menu

Hotkeys:

• Teleport(SAVE): F11
• Teleport(DO): F12

• Superjump: SPACE

• Scope: Right Click

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• NeoIII
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• Warlord
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My youngest daughter is 21.  She is bright and an all-around great young woman whom I am proud of.  However, she is also socially naïve.  Last night she called to tell my husband and I that she was headed to a club to attend a concert with her friends.  She is very much a homebody, so this was her first venture into the club scene.  My husband turned to me after the call and asked, “Did you talk to her about being careful with anything she might drink at the club?”.

This conversation then reminded me of a call I received the day before from one of our ExperTox clients.  It was filled with urgency, as a father had contacted him wanting to test his daughter for date rape drugs, also called club drugs.  I tried to put myself in that father’s shoes, only imagining what it would be like to face the possibility of someone dropping a little pill in my daughter’s drink, then taking advantage of her loss of inhibitions, memory and possibly unconsciousness.

With the holiday season filled with parties and social activities, now is a good time to talk to your loved ones about how people are drugged by casually and quickly dropping hypnotics, sedatives, even over-the-counter medications into a person’s drink without them even knowing until it is too late.  An article on date rape drugs is posted within ExperTox’s December newsletter.  I want to focus on how to be proactive and aware to avoid an unimaginable situation from happening to you, or your daughter.

• Keep your drink close to you and within sight at all times.
• Never leave a drink on a table when heading to the restroom or dance floor.  It is a prime opportunity for someone to add something to your cocktail.  Finish your drink before you hit the dance floor, or get a fresh one when you return.
• Avoid becoming intoxicated.  This just opens the door for another person to take advantage of the situation and you.
• Do not drink from communal containers, such as a punch bowl, and do not share drinks.
• Beware of bartenders – they are not exempt!  If they seem very flirty or the opposite – rude and angry, be cautious and think about heading to different bar area.
• “I bought you a drink” may not be a flattering attempt to start a conversation.  Do not accept drinks from a stranger, especially if they are bringing it to you.
• Go out with groups of friends you know and trust, and watch out for each other.

Party safely, and give a special gift to someone you care for by sharing these safety tips.

Other helpful resources:

URL -     National Institute on Drug Abuse

Video – “Be Aware of the Risks of Date Rape Drugs”

Video-  “Date Rape Drugs Story Featured on Dateline”

by Anna Fenton

Liverpool-based business woman Tracy Whittaker has launched lip gloss- drug testing kit. The testing kit is a simple pink taper, which tests for the common street drugs GHB and Ketamine, two widely available substances known to be used in bars and clubs.

In the last two years alone, ‘The Roofie Foundation‘ (Britain’s only agency specifically set up to help the victims of Drug Rape) recorded 1,200 victim calls to their helpline. Despite five government reports requesting that these figures be recorded, no other official figures exist therefore the real number of victims remains unknown.

Jean Cumming, councilor at ‘Crisis’, the Scottish partner of ‘The Roofie Foundation’ commented: ‘ We look at trends and respond to them where we can. We offer counselling, not just for victims in the UK, but for people who’ve been affected abroad.’ However, this is not an easy problem to deal with.  Sandy Brindly, co-ordinator of ‘Rape Crisis Scotland‘ commented: ‘Because of the nature of drug rape, it’s often very difficult to prosecute, as victims often have a very fragmented memory of the event’.

Tracy Whittaker said: “Through personal experience and those of my close friends, I identified a need for such a product so set about researching drink spiking drugs and what type of testing kit I could put in a lip gloss pack alongside developing the perfect lip gloss for a glitzy night out.”  This new product caters for the modern woman, with beauty and safety brought together so women should never get caught in a trap when out in town again.

     There is one activity that always poses an internal conundrum for me, and that is the act of sex in public. On one hand, people who know me would say that I am quite sexual and it wouldn’t come as a surprise to them if they came upon me performing the flying monk in an alleyway. Indecent exposure, when not creepy, is an exciting thing and I love excitement. On the other hand though, I am responsible by nature and although I indulge in sometimes illegal activities, I do it in a way that keeps me out of trouble by avoiding things like having sex in public, stealing cars or drunkenly trying to make out with an on-duty cop. Ok, so I did do that last one, but I couldn’t help it; he was hot, it was New Years and I thought, “why not?” And yes, he did obey my command. I love the NYPD; they are so dedicated to serving. Anyway, I have no criminal record thanks to this sense of responsibility and I plan on keeping it that way. Plus, I just am not comfortable throwing my vajay out there for anyone to see; it could get traumatized and have performance anxiety in the future, forcing me to find my true purpose in this world and who wants to do that? Now, if only I could keep these things in mind while experimenting with mind-altering substances. Then I would feel more confident letting loose.

     There are two different types of nights that I have when I go out: one is the night where I go out with my close friends, get a little tipsy and have good conversation. We take care of each other and the only stupid thing that we do is get drunk and eat pizza for dinner and then Taco Bell for dessert. There may the occasional drunken Facebooking incident, but nothing that could damage my social image beyond what I have already done while sober. The other type of night for me is when I go out with energetic acquaintances (see “alcoholics” in Webster’s abridged dictionary) that just want to get fucked up beyond all recognition. These are the nights that I make sure I have enough money in my bank account to make bail in the morning, because it is going to be chaotic.

     On one particular night, I decided to meet up with a hot friend who was a member of that second drinking group. To me, the definition of “hot” is a skinny blonde with huge fake tits that attracts men like Hillary Clinton attracts political standpoints. Most of the time, these chicks come in flocks (I would say herds, but that would imply large animals, and these girls were barely 100 pounds) and all eyes are on them. You would think that this would get me less attention, but it is quite the opposite; when I go out with these girls I get hit on much more than I normally do. They are great wingwomen and my bank account appreciates the drinks that I don’t have to pay for. Unfortunately though, these hot chicks aren’t so great at helping me make the right decisions, as they are either too fucked up to think straight, or they just lack the ability to see outside of their world and care about others. I guess that’s what makes them so desirable to men; their egos. I’m sure that being hot, ridiculously drunk and easy helps as well, but that’s just speculation on my part. Anyway, I can’t blame what happened with my night on anyone but myself, but I’m sure that if it had been just a tipsy one with my homies and five chicken quesadillas, I wouldn’t have a story to tell you right now. Well, not one that involves getting laid anyway.

     It all started because I got off of work an hour early and decided that I would make myself some delicious homemade soup for dinner. Now, we all know that the only thing that properly accompanies a good pot of soup is a bottle of wine, so I got one of those too. It just so happened that I was on the last day of a cleanse that required me to not eat solids or ingest foreign substances for 14 days, so this meal was going to be amazing. The alcohol probably wouldn’t have been a bad idea had it been taken in moderation, but come on, it had been over two weeks since I was in an unstable frame of mind and I was thirsty.

     I didn’t even need that second glass; the first one had put me on my ass and I was ready to socialize, or as I put it at the time, “shoshulyze”, by meeting my hot friend Tracy and her entourage downtown. We had a few drinks at a respectable bar, met up with some ridiculously good-looking men and let them convince us that we should go to a busier place. I, thinking that these guys were friends of my friends, followed suit when everyone jumped into Gary’s car and we drove off to fulfill whatever it was that we were all seeking that night. I guess I should have figured out what Gary and his friend Ryan were seeking when they offered me GHB, but does Miki think logically when she’s drunk and around gorgeous body builders? Of course not. A little info on GHB: It’s referred to as liquid ecstasy, but is in no way made up of the same properties. It does have the same euphoric effects though, and could perhaps be more of an aphrodisiac, but it’s hard to compare levels of horniness when they are both on the far right of the scale. Aside from its recreational benefits, GHB is used by body builders for its anabolic and muscle relaxing properties, and is also utilized by rapists, frat boys and R. Kelly in larger amounts as the date rape drug. So basically, a little isn’t bad, but a lot can leave you passed out in your own puke and convulsing on the bathroom floor.

    I had never personally tried it recreationally and since I was drinking, I convinced myself that it was the most brilliant idea that I had ever been presented with. I took one capful to test it out and it was great; I slowly eased into a world filled with laughter, energy, dance, articulation and touch. I would say that it is pretty similar to e, only the visuals aren’t as intense and it’s harder to concentrate and remember things. After a while, I decided to stop drinking alcohol so that I could do more G and that’s really when shit started going downhill.

     Flash forward one hour; I’m in the bathroom of a different bar, snorting a Vicodin off of the countertop and wondering what was taking Tracy so long in the toilet when I hear her shriek, “Miki! I need help!” I rushed back to the stall to find Tracy bent over and slapping her Barbie counterpart across the face. Barbie is passed out and convulsing on the urine and feces-infested bathroom floor. After a few minutes of trying to see if she was responsive, I gave up and grabbed Gary and Ryan. They ran into the bathroom, picked up Barbie and were ushered out the alley door by the bar staff. Glad to know that the protocol for Boise bouncers when they see a passed out chick being carried away by two men is to give them an inconspicuous escape route. Tracy and I followed suit and hopped into the car. “We need to go to the hospital!” I say in a panic; this was the first time I had witnessed an overdose of any kind. The rest of group just laughed and shrugged it off. Gary, trying to calm me said, “this is normal and happens almost every time that someone has had G and too much alcohol. She just needs to sleep it off and she will feel fine in a few hours. In the meantime, what should we do?” Everyone in the car agreed with his medical diagnosis, so it made me feel good enough to focus on the next most important thing; hot tubs. “I need a hot tub. Now. We should find one.” Well, surprise surprise, Gary happened to have one at his place. We all agreed that it was a great idea and headed for warm water with the plan to stop at Ryan’s first to mix another batch of the goods. Since I was having an extremely difficult time sitting still, I volunteered to join Ryan as he stepped out of the car and headed for his apartment. We managed to find the way, mix the liquid and leave without ravaging each other entirely, but it was difficult. I guess that it soon became too much to bear, because as we were walking back to the elevator, I decided that I just had to have it right then. I ordered Ryan to stop, laid down on the ground and told him to fuck me. In the brightly lit hallway. Of the extremely populated apartment complex. Next to the courthouse. I make mom proud.

     What did Ryan do? Well, what would any guy do if there was a dripping wet hot chick begging you to take her to Pleasuretown? You do the hot chick. So, he unbuttoned my jeans and slid them down to my knees and eased on top of me. I guess I was going to break that no sex in public rule. As Ryan was preparing to remove my panties, I heard a click coming from ahead of us and jerked up to find a 40+ year-old woman in a turtleneck and mom jeans coming down the hallway. I shoved Ryan off of me and stood up, my pants falling to my ankles. When I finally managed to compose myself, I zipped my pants up and made eye contact with the women, who surprisingly had a look of relief in her eyes. “Whew!” She said, “I thought that you were getting assaulted!” I put my head down like a dog that had just gotten caught pissing on the floor. “No, I’m not getting assaulted,” I replied, “I am just doing a very irresponsible thing and I apologize. I got caught in the moment and it will never happen again.” I’m not sure what the proper etiquette is for when you get caught fucking in public, but I would imagine that what I did was as respectable as it could be considering the situation.

     So I guess I still haven’t broken that no sex in public rule, just the don’t-get-caught-in-your-underwear-with-a-man-on-top-of-you-in-public rule. It could be worse.

Okay another rant but how silly are people, GHB, better known as the date rape drug is another favourite with clubbers!!! Another ‘legal high’ causing trouble, it’s the word a association really isn’t it,  it’s legal so therefore it’s very easy to be mislead and think it must be okay. My fave line at the mo…’don’t be a lab rat it’s not worth it!’

GHB stands for Gammahydroxybutrate, it’s also known as liquid ecstasy (GBL), GBL enters the body an then transforms to be GHB. The drug basically acts as a sedative or an anaesthetic, today it’s used for partying or as an accessory to a nasty crime such as rape even murder.

When mixed with alcohol and other drugs this drug is even more dangerous than it is when taken alone. The drug can induce comas, unconciousness and death.

I know people who do it and I always try and preach them about how they shouldn’t do it, I know it’s their choice but that stuff is evil. People seem to think that if they have the right amount that suits their body weight etc. they will be fine but this isn’t true and peeps you’re foolish if you believe this, you could have ten cap fulls and be ok and then you could have one cap full and find your self in a very very scary place. Please click on this and this.

Some discussions on drug forums such as bluelight have made me realise just how silly people are, I didn’t wish to leave comments as I didn’t want to stir up arguments. People were laughing and joking about the case a few years ago where a couple had an addiction, they decided to have one last blast before saying good bye to the drug forever this last one they would live to never forget and be scarred in more ways than one, the very first link above this paragraph takes you to a more in depth read of the case. Anyway if you have read the comments left on Bluelight I’m sure you will agree with me these people are clearly ill educated, self experince is one thing but there is a bigger picture, we have to research and compare to be able to have any idea. This article takes a bit to get into but please continue with it, it’s anwful account of how another individual couldn’t get away from the drug it had a real grip of him and in return for his loyalties to it he enured a long, slow and horrific death. This is just one article that I would like to flag up to those commenters on the drug forum, keep researching and you will be shocked.

I hope this is useful to someone ou there and I hope strong word can spread about this drug.

Alcohol doesn’t rape women – rapists do – Telegraph Blogs

I’m a bit concerned about what academics at Kent University have to say about the “myth” of date-rape drugs such as Rohypnol and GHB. Okay, it’s entirely valid to demonstrate that rape victims are more likely to have been incapacitated by alcohol than by drugs.

But rape is caused by rapists – not by women who are drunk or drugged,or by other risk-factors mentioned by the researchers such as walking alone at night.

The study that he is referring to is one that was reported that GHB has become the new ’slipped me a mickey’ excuse with about as much validity.

Basically, what the study was saying was that these women hadn’t been slipped anything intentional, that they had plugged themselves with too much alcohol. But the author seems to ignore the possibility that the women maybe had morning regrets, or that they were confronted with an angry parent or boyfriend and needed to explain their actions away.

Look, I agree that some rapists would ply their subjects with alcohol or wait for a drunk victim to happen by. Just like I would admit that some criminals would wait on streets for a drunk (male) mark to roll for some easy cash. But that is a far cry from a woman going home, consensually albeit not in the best mindset, with a guy and then regretting what happened the morning afterwards. Do all women do this? Hardly. But those that do and refuse to accept the responsibility of their actions can bring down a lot of lives with the cry of rape.

About once a week, on the news, there will be a story about someone overdosing on the ‘latest designer drug’. This is, invariably, a bogan. And the drug is, invariably, not the latest. The illicit pharmaceutical industry is a dynamic one, constantly on the lookout to produce a bigger, cheaper high. These drugs begin to filter through society, and hard-core users and ravers adopt them with glee. Then, once they realise that this new drug is not safe, not very high and certainly not all that cheap, they move on to the next methamphetamine.

It is at about this point that the bogan embraces said raving fuel en masse. By this point in the drug’s life cycle, however, it has begun to be manufactured by ignorant, unschooled junkies in hideously filthy backyard labs, cut with Drano and pushed to the CBD club scene by organised crime.

This cycle continues to its natural – and inevitable – climax; the overdose of about 1,000 bogans at a major rave with medial capitals in the title, like TwoTribes and SummaDayze. Of late, the drug of choice has been GHB, with its delightfully bogan-dyslexic moniker of ‘Grievous Bodily Harm’, although the list is far longer. This type of behaviour tends to follow copious consumption of ketamine, woodies/cruisers and jumping around a lot on the jumping castles in the ‘chill out zone’.

The mass-OD then becomes national news. At which point the bogans’ parents blame society.

*Update*

This just keeps getting better.

“Special K” Deadly Club Drug.

Club drugs: Drugs that are used in nightclubs, usually by younger crowds, to get high include GHB,  MDMA or Ecstasy, ketamine, sometimes Rohypnol, all  usually combined with alcohol.

Many youngsters believe these are safer than “hard” drugs such as cocaine or heroin, but they would be wrong. In some cases, dead wrong.

Ketamine is a prescription drug that is probably not been heard of by many people, but among young people going to parties and raves, the drug, called by many “Special K”, is widely known and has dangerous side effects.

The Atlanta Recovery Center Drug Rehab in Georgia reports that this “fun” drug is not fun at all, and its abuse can lead to serious injury and death.

Ketamine is a drug used legally as an anesthetic. The brand names it is sold as are Ketanest®, Ketaset®, and Ketalar®, and comes in a clear liquid and a white or off-white powder form. As a tranquilizer and anesthetic, Ketamine is most commonly used on animals, but illegally, the liquid form is injected, consumed in drinks, or added to smokable materials, while the powder form can also be used for injection when dissolved.

For the full story http://news.wooeb.com/NewsStory.aspx?id=131489&ret

Often owned by strangers with candy.

Well whadayanknow?

Last year, Polaroid got rid of their Instant Cameras.  I wrote about it here when this blog was still a fledgling.

But courtesy of The Impossible Project (or of a PR stunt the likes of the Heene family – the last batches of film sold recently expired), Polaroid is bringing sexy Instant Cameras back.

This got me thinking… what other foregone technologies would I like to see return?

1) Spindle

In fairy tales, they were able to spin straw into gold.  They also acted as GHB when it came to princesses.  So maybe they shouldn’t come back.

2) Dick Tracy Copmobile

With technology like that, kids’ imaginations had to flourish.  (See the original toy commercial down below.)*

3) Top Loading VCR’s

Nostalgia and functionality and purpose aside… look at how easy it was to use?  With all those dials and switches and buttons, you could set the clock!  (Ra-tat-tat-CRASH!)  Of course I want it back for nostalgic reasons (but still not functionality and purpose).

4) Libraries

The Dewey Decimal System was "thisclose" to being the Huey Whole Number System. The Louie Lottery System wasn't even close.

There’s something terribly wrong with kids today, and I stand by two reasons why:

1. Siblings each having their own bathroom growing up, instead of fighting to share one.
2. Libraries aren’t used as social gathering places anymore.

Wait, what?  Libraries still exist?  I thought the Internet would have surely killed them.  My bad.

SIDENOTE: While we await the Instant Cameras’ re-release, why not pick up this camera that logs every moment of your life?  It’s like YouTube meets Twitter!

You know you want it

*Original Dick Tracy Copmobile commercial after the jump

To end the many cases of rape in the world, researchers came to the women’s aid inventing the anti-rape lip gloss.
Most women become victims of rapists after drinking in bars and clubs after drugs have been squeezed into their drinks. The purpose of this lip gloss is that once applied to identify drugs like GHB and ketamine.
In the event that the drink contains narcotics, the gloss will stain blue. This “miracle” detector was called “2 Love My Lips”, and the price is 10 pounds.
The anti-rape gloss is already on market in England, and will also appear elsewhere in Europe, Asia and Australia.

Esco un po’ dal seminato della mia rubrica, ma si sa, variare ogni tanto tiene allenato il cervello, e non sia mai che il mio si atrofizzi.

Orbene, passiamo al dunque. Ho appena visto un sevizio de Le Iene sul GHB, la cosiddetta droga dello stupro perché è spesso usata tale scopo.
Dopo le solite ricerche, stavolta infruttuose, sulla reperibilità della droga, sia online sia nei normali “canali” commerciali, Matteo Viviani ha mostrato come hanno reagito alcuni giovani quando si sono accorti che stava cercando di utilizzare questa droga su una ragazza appena conosciuta, anch’essa ovviamente complice.

Sono cose che ti fanno stare bene. Perché per ben tre volte i ragazzi, perché erano tutti discretamente giovani, hanno reagito, seppur in modo diverso, e cercato di proteggere la finta vittima, anche se non l’avevano mai vista prima. C’era la ragazza che cercava di sottrarre a parole la vittima dal suo tentato stupratore, quello che affrontava un Viviani ben truccato offendendolo e minacciandolo, oppure il gruppo che é arrivato quasi al pestaggio prima che la iena si rivelasse e tutto si risolvesse in abbracci e ringraziamenti.
Magari sono piccole cose, ma mi fanno stare bene. Perché sono piccoli segni che dimostrano come il senso etico del bene, al di lá di tutti i discorsi religiosi o politici, é ancorato alla nostra stessa esistenza. Segni che la tanto vituperata gioventù di “bamboccioni” e fannulloni, di drogati o alcolisti, di potenziali assassini nelle stragi del sabato sera (che poi non ho capito perché le chiamano così visto che, purtroppo, accadono quasi sempre la domenica mattina), sono in realtà dei giovani con un forte senso della giustizia.
E allora ecco quindi che divento meno pessimista sul futuro della nostra società. Perché se dei semplici ragazzi, armati solo del proprio senso della giustizia, affrontano a muso duro uno sconosciuto che, per quel che ne sanno, potrebbe pure essere armato e pericoloso, allora significa che dobbiamo avere speranza che il mondo diventi un mondo migliore.

Non mi resta dunque che lasciare un monito, alle ragazze leggenti, che controllino bene quello che bevono. E pure ai ragazzi che ci seguono, che ogni tanto, quando escono a divertirsi, magari buttino un occhio non sono al décolleté della ragazza lì vicina, ma anche che un qualche malintenzionato non gli versi qualche strana sostanza nel bicchiere.

Here are some awfully dangerous drugs which include sleeping pills, sedatives, tranquilizers, and antidepressants that will cause many side effects particularly due to their adverse effect in suppressing central nervous and respiratory system, and they may also slow down bodily function and cause hallucinations. In short, these drugs are extremely dangerous as they may produce unwanted and unpredicted side effects. Read more here.

Ik weet het..Het wordt ééntonig maar vandaag nog maar eens op controle geweest naar GHB..Momentel gaat het nog steeds niet beter..Ik zie nog geel als een kanarie , voel me moe , heb veel jeuk en soms krampen..Nog geen uitslagen ontvangen..Dus hoop ik toch dat er ietsjes beterschap te zien is..Nu was de biliburine niet het grootste probleem maar wel de andere leverwaardentests , zoals Alk Fosfatasen, ast en alt en Gamma Gt.
En nu toch maar hopen dat we een hertransplantatie kunnen vermijden.
Er wordt steeds voor elke stap toch vergaderd met vele profs en de chirurg..De prof heeft er vertrouwen in maar ja, ik ben van het principe eerst zien en daarna geloven..
Inmiddels terug praten met mijn lief vrouwtje want zonder haar ben ik verloren..Dat besef ik maar al te goed..

Wordt helaas alweer vervolgd..