As detailed somewhere in my diaries, I went mad for the original Bernie Sanders (the 2016 model). This became a before-&-after moment in my life: BEFORE Sanders, I was a staunch non-voter who had nothing but distain for politics; AFTER Sanders, I spent almost every waking moment concerned with the potentials of people-centered activism (as opposed to money-centered activism). Over the five years that passed from then till now, I read so many political-, historical-, & economic-themed books that I can't even tell you the total because it's higher than I can count. But now it's nearly the end of the year 2021, and although I'm more interested than ever in the question of why this world remains broken, I've lost all faith in politics as we know it, especially U.S.-style electoral politics. If I were a better person, I'd come down from my mountain and become THE VOICE OF THE PEOPLE (cuz I could do that) and start to effectuate HELP FOR PLAIN FOLK and then inevitably get martyred; but I'm an evil person, bad to the bone, so instead I've decided to beat my political addiction by putting in its place the superior drug of rock & roll. What I mean is that I'm conducting an experiment, whereby all of the time that I formerly spent analyzing political developments, I will now spend enjoying old rock albums. I choose rock & roll (as well as the genres that surround & inform it) because I need something passably good, but it can't be TOO good, since my abandonment of politics left an odd-sized void in my mind which requires a substance of similar dimensions to fill it: I can't use Bach, for instance, as that would be putting a genius-shaped peg in a stupid-shaped hole, which, God forbid, might cause me to relapse.
Anyway, I just wanted to let you know my new plan.
P.S.
While skimming substance-abuse articles in search of a title for this entry, I found the following sentence, which I want to preserve here:
Methadone in its liquid form is colored and is sometimes mistaken for a soft drink.
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