I seem to recall reading something in Freakonomics that went into detail about how much your average dope seller makes, and it's as bad or worse than what a burger flipper gets paid. It turns out that gangs are structured much like corporate America, the people at the top make huge bank while the typical foot soldier gets all the risk and makes squat.

rope-a-dope

THERE ONCE WAS A LITTLE GIRL
WHO HAD A CRUSH ON A BAD, BAD BOY
BUT WHEN THAT BAD BOY GOT OUT OF PRISON
THAT LITTLE GIRL'S ASS WAS IN BIG, BIG TROUBLE!

DAAI BRA ANIES HY'S N FOKKEN GAM BRA
HAAI! DAAI ANIES HY LAM INNIE MANG JA
'KEN SY MY NOMMER?' XHA! BOY WHAT'S YOUR NUMBER?
TWEE SES? TWEE SEWE? OF IS JY N AG BRA?
Translated:
THAT BOY ANIES, HE'S A FUCKIN GHETTO BOY
ANIES CHILLS IN JAIL
'DOES SHE KNOW MY NUMBER?' NO! BOY WHAT'S YOUR NUMER?
26? 27? OR ARE YOU A 28?

THROW DEM DEVILISH GANG SIGNZ IN DA AIR
START GIVING IT UP 4 LITTLE EVIL ME
MY FINGERZ R GREEN COZ IM A MEAN DOPE FIEND
IM WICKED LIKE MAD D.O.G
FRESH LIKE A LITTLE DARK G.O.D
YO-LANDI VI$$ER GOT DA HYPEST FLOW
START TALKING IN TONGUES WHENEVER I GET STONED
MUDAFUCKN MINDZ GET BLOWN
EVERY TIME I RAP IN2 DA MICROPHONE
MY ZEF ACCENT IZ VERY FOREIGN
WHEN I SPEAK OVERSEAZ DEY GO: I BEG YOUR PARDON?
U CAN'T GET ME LIKE ERIC CARTMAN
NAUGHTY LITTLE KITTY GO MEOW
YES DADDY, I'M A BIG GIRL NOW
JAS LITTLE DEVIL MAKE YOUR DICK GO WOW
CHEA BOY! YO-LANDI VI$$ER IS HOT STUFF

DAAI BRA ANIES HY'S N FOKKEN GANGSTA
HAAI, DAAI BRA ANIES HY LAM INNIE MANG JA
'KEN SY MY NOMMER?' XHA! BOY WHAT'S YOUR NUMBER?
TWEE SES? TWEE SEWE? OF IS JY N AG BRA?
Translated:
THAT BOY ANIES, HE'S A FUCKIN GANGSTER
DAMN! ANIES IS CHILLING IN JAIL
'DOES SHE KNOW MY NUMBER?' NO! BOY WHAT'S YOUR NUMER?
26? 27? OR ARE YOU A 28?

DAAI BRA ANIES HY DROOM INNIE MANG JA
VAN MY PUNANI, JA JYS LEKKER JAS BRA
VINGER IN JOU HOL IN, NXA! HAAL UIT DIE GANJA
JA PAKKIE ZOL IN! KLAP IT SOOS N RASTA
Translated:
THAT BOY ANIES, HE'S DREAMING IN JAIL
DREAMING OF MY PUNANI, YEAH YOU HEAVY HORNY BOY
FINGER IN YOUR ASS, NICE! WHIP OUT THE WEED YOU SMUGGLED IN
JA ROLL IT UP, LIGHT IT UP, HIT LIKE A RASTA

I RHYME TIGHT! TIGHT! TIGHT! TIGHT!
SPARK MOSH-PIT SHIT COZ I RHYME SO HYPE
PUT ME IN FRONT OF SUM1 I DON'T LIKE
I GO PUNCH! KICK! BITE! FIGHT!
I'M KRAY-KRAY LIKE O.D.B.
YO-LANDI DOWN WID O.P.P.
I SMELL LOVELY COZ I DON'T EAT MEAT
2 MUCH BUBBLY DEN I GO PEE-PEE
LOOK OUT HERE CUM LITTLE EVIL ME
I GOT A ITCHY LITTLE NEED 4 SPEED
RAP ON DA BEAT LIKE A HI-SPEED CHASE SONG
I GOOI ROOI! NO MUDAFUKIN BREAKS ON
ALL DEZE POP SONGZ SOUND LIKE DA SAME SONG
I BURN DEM! JA MUDAFUCKA FLAME ON!
BOW DOWN 2 HER MUDAFUCKN MAJESTY
NO RAPPER OUT DERE AZ BAD AZ ME!

SNY JOU KOEKIE!
SNY-SNY JOU SNOEKIE COOKIE!
Translated:
CUT YOUR LITTLE CAKE
CUT-CUT YOUR LITTLE FISHY CAKE
CUT IT-CUT IT- HEY KITTY KITTY KITTY!
CUT IT-CUT IT- HEY KITTY KITTY KITTY!

DAAI BRA ANIES HY'S N FOKKEN GAM BRA
HAAI! DAAI ANIES HY LAM INNIE MANG JA
'KEN SY MY NOMMER?' XHA! BOY WHAT'S YOUR NUMBER?
TWEE SES? TWEE SEWE? OF IS JY N AG BRA?
Translated:
THAT BOY ANIES, HE'S A FUCKIN GHETTO BOY
ANIES CHILLS IN JAIL
'DOES SHE KNOW MY NUMBER?' NO! BOY WHAT'S YOUR NUMER?
26? 27? OR ARE YOU A 28?

DAAI BRA ANIES HY'S A FOKKEN GANGSTA
DAAI BRA ANIES HY'S VARS UITIE MANG JA
WYS HOM PUNANI, WAARS JOU COOKIE THUMPER?
GEE HOM PUNANI, MAAR HY SOEKIE BUM BRA!
Translated:
THAT BOY ANIES, HE'S A FUCKIN GANGSTER
THAT BOY ANIES, HE'S FRESH OUT OF JAIL
SHOW HIM PUNANI, WHERE'S YOUR COOKIE THUMPER?
GIVE HIM PUNANI, BUT HE WANTS MY BUM-BUM!

DAAI BRA ANIES HY'S A FOKKEN ROU BRA
EK BLOM MET ANIES LEKKER OPPIE SOFA
HE LOVE YO-LANDI COZ IM BLONDE ALL OVER
MAAR YOH! DAAI ANIES HY HOU VAN MY BOUDE!
Translated:
THAT BOY ANIES HE'S A FUCKIN RAW BOY
I CHILL WITH ANIES NICE ON THE SOFA
HE'S LOVES YO-LANDI COS I'M BLONDE ALL OVER
BUT JEEZ! THAT ANIES, HE REALLY LOVES MY BUM-BUM!

from YT: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K8nrF5aXPlQ

We're too doped up to find it.

*isdupe, same dope.

I can't believe all of the things they say about me
Walk in the room they throwing shade left to right
They be like, "Ooh, she serving face"
And I just tell 'em cut me up and get down
They call us dirty 'cuz we break all your rules down
And we just came to act a fool, is that all right?
(Girl, that's alright)
They be like, "Ooh, let them eat cake."
But we eat wings and throw them bones on the ground

[Pre-Chorus]
Am I a freak for dancing around?
Am I a freak for getting down?
I'm coming up, don't cut me down
Yeah I wanna be, wanna be

[Verse 2]
Is it peculiar that she twerk in the mirror?
And am I weird to dance alone late at night?
And is it true we're all insane?
And I just tell 'em, "No we ain't" and get down

I heard this life is just a play with no rehearsal
I wonder will this be my final act tonight
And tell me what's the price of fame?
Am I a sinner with my skirt on the ground?

[Hook]
Am I a freak for dancing around?
Am I a freak for getting down?
I'm coming up, don't cut me down
Yeah I wanna be

[Verse 3]
Hey brother can you save my soul from the devil?
Say is it weird to like the way she wear her tights?
And is it rude to wear my shades?
Am I a freak because I love watching Mary? (Maybe)

Hey sister am I good enough for your heaven?
Say will your God accept me in my black and white?
Will he approve the way I'm made?
Or should I reprogram the programming and get down?

[Hook]

[Spoken Word]
Even if it makes others uncomfortable
I wanna love who I am
Even if it makes other uncomfortable
I will love who I am

[Breakdown: Erykah Badu]
Dance 'til the break of dawn
Don't mean a thing, so duh
I can't take it no more
Baby, we in tuxedo groove
Monae and E. Badu
Crazy in the black and white
We got the drums so tight
Baby, here comes the freedom song
Too strong we moving on
Baby there's melody
Show you another way
This joints for fight unknown
Come home and sing your song
But you gotta testify
Because the booty don't lie

No, no, the booty don't lie
Oh no, the booty don't lie

[Verse 4: Janelle Monae]
Yeah
Yeah, let's flip it
I don't think they understand what I'm trying to say

I asked a question like this
"Are we a lost generation of our people?
Add us to equations but they'll never make us equal.
She who writes the movie owns the script and the sequel.
So why ain't the stealing of my rights made illegal?
They keep us underground working hard for the greedy,
But when it's time pay they turn around and call us needy.
My crown too heavy like the Queen Nefertiti
Gimme back my pyramid, I'm trying to free Kansas City.

Mixing masterminds like your name Bernie Grundman.
Well I'm gonna keep leading like a young Harriet Tubman
You can take my wings but I'm still goin' fly
And even when you edit me the booty don't lie
Yeah, keep singing and I'mma keep writing songs
I'm tired of Marvin asking me, "What's Going On?
March to the streets 'cuz I'm willing and I'm able
Categorize me, I defy every label
And while you're selling dope, we're gonna keep selling hope
We rising up now, you gotta deal you gotta cope
Will you be electric sheep?
Electric ladies, will you sleep?
Or will you preach?"

In the dude's defense, those are bullshit reasons. Officer safety? I never hear officer safety being invoked when there is a real danger like in the case of a robbery or something. Imagine if that happend every time things got dangerous.

Don't get me wrong, I'm glad that those particular PA residents are allowed to smoke dope in public, what I'm railing against is the ridiculous ambiguity surrounding drug enforcement these days.

One symptom of it is that officers have to come up with disingenuous, bullshit reasons to not enforce a law they don't care to enforce. That's fairly minor and it's just an annoyance because I hate hypocrisy.

Another symptom, however, is that when inclined an officer CAN take significant action, make an arrest and so on - which does have a massive impact on people's lives. Sure, middle class Pennsylvania college kids are shielded from this, but it's definitely not across the board.

So come down on the issue one way or another. My vote is with legalization.

To condense this more seriously, Armstrong was the organiser and chief perpetrator of PEDs in cycling.
Given the rules in which he operated he should pay a price. There is also the related legal backlash from various third parties - good luck there Lance.

But I do accept we need to ask if a war on PEDs is any different to the (arguably) failed war on drugs.

People *want* to see cyclists bombing along at speeds ordinary folk can't muster. They want to see Olympic records broken. You either do this by being a naturally outstanding athlete (e.g Bolt, who's on record as happy to chomp down chicken nuggets) or start doping.

It's bothered me a bit that improving yourself in this sense is beyond the pale but having access to the best facilities, coaching and medical staff while others skimp by with very little is somehow acceptable.

I think it's acceptable because it's a nonsense to try to police that. And perhaps it's the same with PEDs.

IIRC there was a British athlete who went on to voice support for PEDs. That was a long time ago and I don't recall the name. A few more today need to start questioning conventional thinking.

The art of the Handebung is a recognized discipline in Switzerland I understand....
God, we can not stand TYT! What a couple-a-dopes...what a pair 'a maroons!

SO
FORKING
WHITE!!

*related=http://videosift.com/video/Lance-Armstrong-Admits-Doping-on-Oprah

Lance Armstrong Admits Doping on Oprah has been added as a related post - related requested by grinter.

Lance Armstrong Admits Doping on Oprah has been added as a related post - related requested by grinter.

*related=http://videosift.com/video/Lance-Armstrong-Admits-Doping-on-Oprah

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