Because so many of our younger Posse members were already ill, we ventured to the pharmacy tonight to pick up some elixers and lay in an emergency supply of cold medicine in case we also came down with whatever bug is going around.
Ordinarily, this would be a thoroughly mundane activity, worthy of mention only by a James Lileks-style blog, where the ordinary becomes extraordinary.
However a strange thing happened when we tried to buy some generic Sudafed: we had to buy it behind the counter and the clerk made us show i.d.
It was at that moment that we knew the War on Drugs was finally, utterly and irretrievably lost.
What nonsense is this? Cold medicine now a controlled substance? What next, fingerprinting to buy Nyquil?
The irony abounds: the Looney Left is all atwtitter about legitimate intelligence gathering and bogus book bans yet a very real curtailment of liberty is staring us all in the face.
Where are our self-appointed protectors of civil liberties who only days ago were working themselves up into lather because Islamofascist moles might actually be discovered through completely legal wiretaps?
We understand there is some strange new drug called methamphetamine which uses Sudafed as a primary ingredient. Swell.
Our thought is: knock yourselves out, guys. If they ban Sudafed, some twisted numb-nuts will probably figure out a way to distill baby powder into cocaine. There is something to be said for limiting the availability of truly deadly substances, but things are getting rediculous.
As much as the Posse enjoys the thought of lice-infested hippies getting busted for growing pot, the stuff is so prevalent and so easy to grow that we may as well let the tobacco companies diversify into it and then
sue them out of business, er, regulate them for the public's benefit.
At the very least, spare us the 10-minute wait, fingerprinting and background check before we buy a box of decongestant.