If you are told not to walk across the paddock wearing a red shirt and get gored by the bull in doing so, you are an IDIOT.
Put your head in a Lions mouth or stand in the middle of the freeway in dense fog or put your goolies under the office guillotine to check it out, you are an IDIOT.
It is no less stupid; especially after being constantly warned of the severe penalties available to Loonies who are less intelligent than a sniffer dog, to go to a foriegn country and attempt to smuggle drugs either in or out, with the prospect of a mandatory death sentence being imposed if apprehended. So you are smart and get through one end of the journey, well there is another search at the other end. Maybe you will get away with it the first time, but not always, soon you will become careless and be caught.
So if you are travelling with drugs in your possession you become a danger to yourself as well as others. I am not in favour of capital punishment, however a sound thrashing periodically administered with a large rattan cane to perpetrators of these crimes while serving a minimum sentence of Five to Ten years; could become a possible deterrent, this punishment should be shown on the television with full sound effects as a deterrent too.
However, if you are an IDIOT pot smoker and suffering ill effects by doing so, I hope your suffering becomes worse. For those on the more expensive habits and contemplating an O D, hurry up, we can't wait to get rid of you.
A re introduction of the stocks and pillory, displaying offenders in public places may also be a great Idea.
Wednesday, 20 April 2005
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