A Drug War Resistance Fantasy
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A Drug War Resistance Fantasy
By Douglas French
January 18, 2016
The holidays brought a slight twinkle of hope to the scourge that is America’s 100-year
drug war. No, the ex-hippies, now that they’re in charge haven’t reverted back to their
peace-loving consciousness-expanding selves. It’s a money issue. The ridiculously named
Department of Justice can’t, for the time being, make payments under the “equitablesharing” asset forfeiture program, due to budget cuts.
The war on drugs has turned into policing for profit by giving police the option of
prosecuting asset forfeiture cases under federal instead of state law. “Federal forfeiture
policies are more permissive than many state policies, allowing police to keep up to 80
percent of assets they seize — even if the people they took from are never charged with a
crime,” the Washington Post reported a couple days before Christmas.
Of course, law enforcement was not happy with the suspension and fired off a letter to the
President and his Attorney General, squealing, “This shortsighted decision by Congress
will have a significant and immediate impact on the ability of law enforcement agencies
throughout the nation to protect their communities and provide their citizens with the
services they expect and deserve.”
Protect communities and provide services? That service being the barring of individuals
from controlling their own consciousnesses. It isn’t enough that we physically toil an ever
greater part of each year for the state, but it demands our minds as well? What if after
decades of this persecution someone fought back? That’s the question Vin Suprynowicz
explores in his latest novel The Miskatonic Manuscript, the second installment of the
book sleuthing adventures of Matthew Hunter and his comely companion, the sharpshooting and sharp-tongued Chantal Brothers.
For those who enjoyed The Testament of James, Miskatonic starts in the same sleepy
“Books on Benefit” Providence, Rhode Island bookstore. However, Suprynowicz kicks
up the genre from mystery to science fiction leaving the store’s cats, Mr. Cuddles and
Tabbyhunter, to mind the store while Chantel and Matthew fight for their lives in another
dimension against flesh craving dinosaurs and giant spiders.
The author challenges readers to amp their imaginations up to his level: the drug war to
dinosaurs and back, with a few naked warrior goddesses thrown in to keep all your senses
stimulated. And if that’s not enough, Suprynowicz drops in a Murray Rothbard and
Austrian Business Cycle mention.
All of this happens between just two covers, one of which, the front, was censored by one
puritanical Miskatonic reviewer.
In Suprynowicz’s tale, Windsor Annesley, the leader of the Church of Cthulhu, is on trial
for how he and his church use mind-enhancing plants and chemicals as sacraments. We’re
not talking stale wafers and grape juice. The Cthulhu psychedelic sacraments take their
followers places they never imagined and just happen to be classified as narcotics by the
nation’s drug warriors.
We don’t hear much about turning on, tuning in, and dropping out these days. However,
there was a time when acid was dropped by the rich and powerful. America had a chance
to harness the power of mind-expanding drugs in the 60’s when a few wives on Capitol
Hill were turning on with the idea an expanded mind is a peaceful one. In Mary’s Mosaic,
Peter Janney tells the story of how John F. Kennedy paramour Mary Pinchot Meyer
introduced JFK to LSD who wanted to explore the use of drugs for promoting world
peace.
Of course these days continuous Drug War propaganda has the booboisie scared to death
of psychedelics. For instance, this Graham Hancock Ted Talk was banned. Suprynowicz
offers a number of long quotes from Terence McKenna and others on the freedom of
conscious, including this from Thomas Szasz’s The Second Sin, If you talk to god, “that’s
prayer. If God talks to you, that’s schizophrenia.”
Upon sentencing, Reverend Annesley isn’t worried about rotting in jail, but instead is
relishing the opportunity to start a revolution. And with the use of the mind-expanding
sacraments and some electronic wizardry his followers push back with the only thing the
state understands, violence. Suprynowicz knows his weaponry and describes what it can
do with enthusiastic detail, whether the targets are Pterodactyls or arrogant judges and
cops.
Hancock makes the point that we enjoy numerous freedoms denied our ancestors, making
it “exceedingly strange that Western civilization in the twenty-first century enjoys no real
freedom of consciousness.”
As he always does, Suprynowicz, in The Miskatonic Manuscript, takes the reader on a
journey that challenges our sensibilities and forces us to think, and decide, are we willing
to fight for total freedom?
By Douglas French
January 18, 2016
The holidays brought a slight twinkle of hope to the scourge that is America’s 100-year
drug war. No, the ex-hippies, now that they’re in charge haven’t reverted back to their
peace-loving consciousness-expanding selves. It’s a money issue. The ridiculously named
Department of Justice can’t, for the time being, make payments under the “equitablesharing” asset forfeiture program, due to budget cuts.
The war on drugs has turned into policing for profit by giving police the option of
prosecuting asset forfeiture cases under federal instead of state law. “Federal forfeiture
policies are more permissive than many state policies, allowing police to keep up to 80
percent of assets they seize — even if the people they took from are never charged with a
crime,” the Washington Post reported a couple days before Christmas.
Of course, law enforcement was not happy with the suspension and fired off a letter to the
President and his Attorney General, squealing, “This shortsighted decision by Congress
will have a significant and immediate impact on the ability of law enforcement agencies
throughout the nation to protect their communities and provide their citizens with the
services they expect and deserve.”
Protect communities and provide services? That service being the barring of individuals
from controlling their own consciousnesses. It isn’t enough that we physically toil an ever
greater part of each year for the state, but it demands our minds as well? What if after
decades of this persecution someone fought back? That’s the question Vin Suprynowicz
explores in his latest novel The Miskatonic Manuscript, the second installment of the
book sleuthing adventures of Matthew Hunter and his comely companion, the sharpshooting and sharp-tongued Chantal Brothers.
For those who enjoyed The Testament of James, Miskatonic starts in the same sleepy
“Books on Benefit” Providence, Rhode Island bookstore. However, Suprynowicz kicks
up the genre from mystery to science fiction leaving the store’s cats, Mr. Cuddles and
Tabbyhunter, to mind the store while Chantel and Matthew fight for their lives in another
dimension against flesh craving dinosaurs and giant spiders.
The author challenges readers to amp their imaginations up to his level: the drug war to
dinosaurs and back, with a few naked warrior goddesses thrown in to keep all your senses
stimulated. And if that’s not enough, Suprynowicz drops in a Murray Rothbard and
Austrian Business Cycle mention.
All of this happens between just two covers, one of which, the front, was censored by one
puritanical Miskatonic reviewer.
In Suprynowicz’s tale, Windsor Annesley, the leader of the Church of Cthulhu, is on trial
for how he and his church use mind-enhancing plants and chemicals as sacraments. We’re
not talking stale wafers and grape juice. The Cthulhu psychedelic sacraments take their
followers places they never imagined and just happen to be classified as narcotics by the
nation’s drug warriors.
We don’t hear much about turning on, tuning in, and dropping out these days. However,
there was a time when acid was dropped by the rich and powerful. America had a chance
to harness the power of mind-expanding drugs in the 60’s when a few wives on Capitol
Hill were turning on with the idea an expanded mind is a peaceful one. In Mary’s Mosaic,
Peter Janney tells the story of how John F. Kennedy paramour Mary Pinchot Meyer
introduced JFK to LSD who wanted to explore the use of drugs for promoting world
peace.
Of course these days continuous Drug War propaganda has the booboisie scared to death
of psychedelics. For instance, this Graham Hancock Ted Talk was banned. Suprynowicz
offers a number of long quotes from Terence McKenna and others on the freedom of
conscious, including this from Thomas Szasz’s The Second Sin, If you talk to god, “that’s
prayer. If God talks to you, that’s schizophrenia.”
Upon sentencing, Reverend Annesley isn’t worried about rotting in jail, but instead is
relishing the opportunity to start a revolution. And with the use of the mind-expanding
sacraments and some electronic wizardry his followers push back with the only thing the
state understands, violence. Suprynowicz knows his weaponry and describes what it can
do with enthusiastic detail, whether the targets are Pterodactyls or arrogant judges and
cops.
Hancock makes the point that we enjoy numerous freedoms denied our ancestors, making
it “exceedingly strange that Western civilization in the twenty-first century enjoys no real
freedom of consciousness.”
As he always does, Suprynowicz, in The Miskatonic Manuscript, takes the reader on a
journey that challenges our sensibilities and forces us to think, and decide, are we willing
to fight for total freedom?
