You know, I’ve seen a lot of people walkin’ ’round

With tombstones in their eyes

But the pusher don’t care

Ah, if you live or if you die

–          The Pusher, Steppenwolf

I strongly prefer to use the lyrics from the chorus, and I am singing these in my head as I write, but I don’t feel good about putting these in a post (or using these in the title).  But you know the lyrics, or can click through to see what I mean.

We all have friends with these tombstone eyes; zombies ready to take in whatever the pusher has to offer.  Two weeks to flatten the curve; wear a mask and you’ll be safe; stay six-feet apart, and the air will be clean (but not clean enough to go maskless); take the jab and you will be free; you need a booster; you may need five boosters a year.  Our tombstone-zombie friends buy it all, and get angry with you because you don’t.

We know all about the CIA and military, Afghanistan and opium, the Mexican drug trade, etc.  We know whose fingerprints are on all of these, and we know the result.  This isn’t enough.  Now a senile and demented president (well, they are all demented) wants to force you to get hooked on a drug that will require you to take hits for the rest of your life.  The same actors are bringing the drug war home.

Oh but the pusher is a monster

Good God, he’s not a natural man

The pusher offers the kids a free taste, just to get them hooked.  Once hooked, the pusher has a customer for life.

For the modern pusher…yes, they offered the taste for free.  But this wasn’t enough.  They offered us food, drinks, lotteries, money.  They offered us many freebies as a bribe.  Seed money for the future harvest – a customer for life.  Well, for as long as you have a life.

Now they are giving you a choice: accept the pusher man’s offer, or lose your job and watch your family starve.

Well, now if I were the president of this land

You know, I’d declare total war on The Pusher man

That’s funny, given today’s reality.

I’d cut him if he stands, and I’d shoot him if he’d run

Yes I’d kill him with my Bible and my razor and my gun

Sorry, buddy.  It hasn’t worked out this way.

Epilogue: remember, today is the day we commemorate how they hate us for our freedom.

Reprinted with permission from Bionic Mosquito.

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