There Is No Art In This White House


By Elayne Griffin Baker

There’s no literature or poetry in the White House. No music. No Kennedy Center award celebrations. There are no pets in this White House. No loyal man’s best friend. No Socks the family cat. No kids’ science fairs. No times when this president takes off his blue suit-red tie uniform and becomes human, except when he puts on his white shirt-khaki pants uniform and hides from Americans to play golf. There are no images of the first family enjoying themselves together in a moment of relaxation. No Obamas on the beach in Hawaii moments, or Bushes fishing in Kennebunkport, no Reagans on horseback, no Kennedys playing touch football on the Cape.

I was thinking the other day of the summer when George H couldn’t catch a fish and all the grandkids made signs and counted the fish-less days. And somehow, even if you didn’t even like GHB, you got caught up in the joy of a family that loved each other and had fun. Where did that country go? Where did all of the fun and joy and expressions of love and happiness go?

We used to be a country that did the ice bucket challenge and raised millions for charity. We used to have a president that calmed and soothed the nation instead dividing it. And a First Lady that planted a garden instead of ripping one out. We are rudderless and joyless. We have lost the cultural aspects of society that make America great. We have lost our mojo, our fun, our happiness. The cheering on of others. Gone. The shared experiences of humanity that makes it all worth it. Gone. The challenges AND the triumphs that we shared and celebrated. The unique can-do spirit Americans have always been known for. Gone. We have lost so much in so short a time.

Vote Democratic all the way down the ballot on November 3rd.

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He's on Drugs? Alcohol? Wine? Cocaine? Beer? Weed? xstacy? Taquila? Chocolate? Shrooms? DMT? Cognac? GHB? Caffeine? Goa? Techno? Nicotine? (NO ONE should be on Meth! Heroin! Pain pills! Sugar!)

Looks to me like an alcohol/GHB combo. I just hope this guy wasn't driving.

>> ^qquicksilver:
This my friends, is what happens when you take to much GHB


^ someone obviously hasn't ever had too much GHB. FYI, too much GHB means everyone thinks you're in a coma and calls the ambulance because you are totally unresponsive...meanwhile, you're having an awesome deep sleep and wake up in the E.R. with a huge bill yet totally refreshed. THAT's too much GHB.

This my friends, is what happens when you take to much GHB

there are treatments for narcolepsy and cataplexy (see the cross-linked Daschund post for a narcolepsy medical comment http://www.videosift.com/story.php?id=3850 ). unfortunately, the main treatment is apparently GHB, a highly controlled substance that vets may not be able to prescribe for a little pup.

As a side note, this complete fall indicates Rusty has more classic narcolepsy. Skeeter, the Narcoleptic Poodle, most likely has narcolepsy with cataplexy symptoms ('cat'-aplexy being a little ironic in his case). Cataplexy is common in narcoleptics, and can be described as a slower, longer onset of narcoleptic paralysis when angered or excited.

Oh sweet. Wikipedia rules. This link says all that and more (gives a picture of a kid with cataplexy) http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cataplexy

Apparently cataplexy is treated in an interesting way (with GHB, a widly abused euphoric intoxicant).