Louis Shalako
The reader just got sucked in by a clickbait headline.
Stick around for a minute and maybe you’ll even see why I did it.
So, I was having a bit of upper back pain and I needed
to go to work this morning. I’m on the Ontario Disability Support Program, and
therefore if I don’t work, I don’t eat. I say that because food banks are a
national disgrace.
Not only that, but the food there is absolute shit and
I’ve gotten sick off of it more than once.
Truth is, I throw half of it out,
unless it’s fit for birds and squirrels, of which I have a few.
Lining up in
front of that stinking shit-hole for a couple of hours is actually more painful
than going to work for three or four hours—at least I can move around a bit,
sit down from time to time without losing my place in line.
I woke up about four a.m., rolled over on my right
side, and, while I didn’t exactly scream, it was enough to make sure I didn’t
get back to sleep again.
The thoughts of going out in that cold parking lot and
firing up the crummy old vehicle were not good.
The fact that we got a pretty big order last week, had
to scramble at the last minute to fill it, and that we had exactly forty-nine
dough-balls left in stock has a logic all of its own.
I got up at some point, took a half a Tylenonl-Three,
(roughly fifteen milligrams of codeine there), and I was at work at 6:57 a.m. I
did my job, made up a few loads of pizza dough, washed out some totes. At some
point I’d had enough, so I locked up the shop and went to the boss’s house,
where we talk about things and then she pays me in what is a pretty simple
transaction.
So, why do I say I’m fueling the opoid epidemic,
admittedly codeine is an natural opiate,
not a synthetic drug, and one that is a hundred to a thousand times less potent than
Oxycontin, fentanyl or a host of other substances?
Well, for one thing, I’m on ODSP and I line up at food
banks—that’s a prime indicator. I say that because according to the prevalent
news stories, one of the great causes of poverty in this province is mental
health/addictions. The second is drug addiction and poor moral choices, the
third is evilness and personal stupidity. The one thing that definitely does not cause poverty would be lack of money--apparently we have all kinds of money for dope and stuff.
At least to hear them tell it--
If you don’t believe me, listen to local radio, read your local Postmedia or Torstar publication. We are so lucky to have so many conservative news sources in this province, I can tell you that.
No, ladies and gentlemen, it’s not
as simple as saying that poverty results from lack of money, in fact, if you
listen long enough, you will see that lack of money is the least likely cause of poverty in this province. Hell no--anything but that, right...???
Want to hear something funny? I went to the dentist
for a toothache. Not seeing much on the X-Ray, he had this look on his face: looks like we got a live one here.
Of course, his assistant asks if you are on any other
medications, and of course I truthfully told her I had been prescribed T-3s for
back pain. This is a prime indicator in any middle-class book, of an
individual, a shirker, one who just doesn’t want to work and is just out to
fuck the system. A couple or three days later, what I thought was a filling fell out. When I went back, it turned out the tooth was cracked lengthwise, and it had to be pulled. So I guess I was faking it after all--right, doc...??? In the hope of getting a big whack of arm-dope or something...right?
(Their logick is often circular and therefore
self-reinforcing. Not to mention self-serving and a kind of distilled
hypocrisy, but what the hell you gonna do about it except beat them up once in
a while, when you get the chance.) It's just that there's a big crackdown on opoids in the province. While this might not take too much dope off the streets, it will definitely cause problems for working Ontarians, which can only be a good thing...right?
Right?
Of course it will, and that's why they do it.
Right?
Of course it will, and that's why they do it.
Sure hope this wasn’t too much truth for your bourgeois
little minds.
END
Oh, dear, goodness gracious me. What a lazy little
fucker, went
and wrote all these books and stories, all the while collecting social
benefits.
What a morally-degenerate piece of shit I must be, eh,
ladies and gentlemen.
Or maybe I was just bored.
Or maybe I was just bored.
Thank you for reading.
