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With huge tax breaks, Camden has lured several companies to this wrecked city, so a small chunk of downtown is getting spruced up. Shirtless or in wifebeaters, tattooed junkies still lurk around the Walter Rand Transportation Center, but the Third-World clothing stands have been shooed from the shadow of City Hall. Crown Chicken has moved into a less squalid space, and Dunkin’ Donuts has gotten a facelift. A yuppyish-looking bar has opened on Martin Luther King.

Much of Camden is still a menacing disaster, however. Shop signs cue you in to where you are: “See an overdose? Call 911 immediately!” “REWARD $12,000 For information leading to the arrest and conviction in the shooting of an 8-year-old girl.” “Demeal Rudoph Has been missing Since monday 8-1-16. Age 15.” “DO NOT ENTER WITH MASK OR HOOD. IF SO YOU ARE NOW TRESPASSING.”

It’s not all bad. In Off Broadway Lounge, old heads can chill and bitch about politics, inept pitching, manipulative lovers and ungrateful children. “She ain’t never gave me a present! Ain’t never gave me a card! Ain’t called me on Father’s Day! My daughter don’t even know when my birthday is. The only time I hear from her is when she’s in trouble. ‘Dad, I need a thousand dollars!’”

It’s frighteningly bad. On July 26th, the Courier Post reported, “The city’s homicide toll more than doubled in the first half of 2016 […] Camden residents also saw an increase in rapes, assaults and motor vehicle thefts during the first six months of 2016.” Remember, this is a city that, year in and year out, ranks among the top two or three in the entire nation for murders and rapes, and it has only gotten worse. Don’t let a few new buildings downtown fool you.

In trash strewn alleys, junkies shoot up all day long. By night, three dozen strung-out whores trawl downtown. In this mostly black city, most of these ladies are white. When I first met Amanda in May of 2015, she was ragged yet cheerful. Showing me stab wounds on her wrinkled belly, the 29-year-old skinny blonde laughed.

In March of 2016, I searched for Amanda after not having seen her for six months. Expecting a total wreck, I was cheered to find Amanda looking better and happier.

“You like my makeup, baby? I put on some eyeliner!”

Declaring she’s off heroin, Amanda showed me her arms. I also admired her new work boots, “You can kick people in the balls with those!”

“Yes, I will!”

Tricking on these nastiest of streets, Amanda had been raped, assaulted and jailed, but it looked like she might have turned a corner. Heroin, though, doesn’t let go like that. In 2014, 10,574 Americans died from heroin overdoses, a five-fold increase from just a decade earlier.

Last Monday, I checked on Amanda again. I had never seen her so foul and distressed. She was relieved to see me. I was shocked.

I’m from Brownville, NJ. My mom was a nurse. My dad was an electrician.

Of course, I was good in school. Yup! Hey, baby!

I got married at 16. Yes, of course I got married. I didn’t have kids out of wedlock. I’m old-fashioned. I was raised on a farm.

My husband was 8 years older than me. He was my brother’s friend. He was nice until we got married, then he started to beat me. He was a roofer.

When I was 19, I wanted to join the Army and become a field doctor. I scored 92 on my ASVAB. That’s the Armed Services Vocational Aptitude Battery test. I missed by one question a perfect score.

Two days later, I found out I was pregnant with my first son, Noah. You can’t be pregnant and in the Marines. I became a nurse instead. I was a nurse for eight years, and I was a good nurse too.

My second son is dead. Christopher was only four-year-old when he died of leukemia at Children’s Hospital in Camden. I had never even been to Camden.

An intern nurse had injected him with an antibiotic to which he was allergic.

I’d start singing, and Christopher would make up his own words to it. And Noah, my older son, I’d read him a story, right. Ha, ha! He’d say, “Give me the book, mommy, and I’ll read to you and Sugar,” because he called the baby “Sugar,” and he’d fuckin’, he’d open the book to the middle and start reading it, his own fuckin’ version. Ha, ha!

The story was Velveteen Rabbit.

My little brother is a heroin addict. He introduced me to it. My own family. Yes, indeed. He’s in Bayside Prison. Ha, ha! Four years.

My older brother is with his wife and his daughter. Yup! They don’t like me. I’m a junkie.

No one will help me. I’m a loser. No one will help me get out of here. I’m going to die.

Noah lives with my mom. She just had a heart attack. My mom also has cancer. Pancreatic. I talked to her four days ago. She’s poor. I have an aunt in TomsRiver, but she has no money either.

Last night, I was covered with ants. They were everywhere, biting. One crawled into my ear.

I don’t feel good, at all. I’m dope sick. I had no tricks today.

Mommy! Where’s my mommy? I want to be with my mommy!

I’m dope sick, sweetheart. I’m sorry. I didn’t make any money today. At all.

Dope! Dope! Now!

Urgh, urgh, urgh!

Please help me, God. Please help me, God.

You don’t understand. I’m going to drop dead!

My life is in the toilet. My whole life is in the toilet! It’s not fair! I don’t understand why? I used to be so strong.

Why did my fuckin’ brother get me to do it then?

I didn’t even like to do drugs. My whole life, I did not do no drugs.

I can’t use my son as an excuse. It’s my own fault. He would never have wanted me to get high.

He’s my boobie bear. He’s my baby.

I know I’m not the same person. I apologize, Sir. I love you.

There are two places out here that can get you clean. There’s the UrbanTreatmentCenter at 8th and Market, and there’s Project Hope.


But there’s a waiting list, honey. You can’t just walk in when you want to. It don’t work like that. There are, like, 500 people ahead of me. I’ve been calling every single day. I’ve been calling, like, a month straight. Ha, ha!

This Thursday, I have an appointment. Oh, fuckin’ hell yeah! I’m definitely going. I have no choice.

Hey, baby! Hey, baby! I love those cops. They’re Alvarez and Martin.

I said, “I’ll climb all over your ass!” They said, “Not today, Amanda. Behave!” Ha, ha!

They could tell that I was dope sick. They said, “You want me to call an ambulance?”

I said, “Why? Are they going to give me heroin at the hospital?”



Ha, ha!

They said, “Go on and be safe!” They don’t give a fuck.

One day, I was shooting up, right? I was in an alley, and Martin walked around the corner. He said, “Amanda! Really? Fuckin’ really?!”

I said, “Listen, buddy, you know how long it took for me to get this shit? You know how many dicks I had to suck?!”

“Please, Amanda, can’t you go hide a little bit?”

“I’m going to wrestle your fuckin’ ass. You’re not taking my fuckin’ shit!”

I told him I had to suck five dicks, but I had to suck just one! Ha, ha!

I come out of an alleyway. I’m all hot. I say, “I just got gang banged by five monkeys!” Ha, ha, ha!

The cops say, “Ewww! You dirty girl!”

I joke with them every day. They’re my family.

Alvarez and Martin say, “You’re our favorite hooker, Amanda.” That’s what they tell me every day. Ha, ha!

I get $20 for head, $40 for fucking.

Sometimes, I only charge $10 for a quick bendover. You’ve only got five minutes. Go!

Some guys don’t even last five minutes. Ha, ha! Especially when I get them all worked up. Blrrrrr! Blrrrr! Blrrrr!

Sometimes, I get a lot more than that. I’ve made a thousand in a day.

Once, I got $800. I copped some junk for him, and he got so high, he fuckin’ fell asleep. When I woke up, he was gone, but there was $800 in an envelope, plus a rose and a letter.

What a homo, right? What’s this fag shit?! Ha, ha!

I have about 10 regulars. They’re old guys in their 60’s and 70’s. They’re all white. Their wives are dead, baby. They can’t get it up anymore. Nothing wrong with that. Sometimes I even stay overnight at a guy’s house. Usually, we go to a hotel. They don’t want the neighbors to see. Some of them live far away, too.

You want to hear a fucked up story? The other night, this big dude was really grinding on me. He wouldn’t fuckin’ get off me! He was really hurting me, like really hurting me! He couldn’t come, so he only gave me two ones. That’s pretty funny, right?

I’m not going to see that nigger again.

Hobobo, works! Who got works? Hey, you faggot! Who’s my boy? You got works?! Works?! Works?! Works?!

Boobah, boobah, boobah!

Motherfucker! Cocksucker! How are you, baby?

Hello, hello! Boop, boop! Oh, oh, oh!

My fuckin’ feet hurt, lover! Mother, motherfucker! I’m going to shoot another! Undercover!

Dokey, pokey! I finally got down to where I wanted it. Oh yeah, oh yeah!

Oh yeah, here we go again, my fuckin’ fucked up friend, I’d do it all again!




Oh, you’re my angel! I’ve got my angel!

Boobah! Look at you, love. How’s my baby?

Boom, bugger, boom, bugger, boombah!

Do you know the doper man, doper man, doper man? Do you know the doper man that lives on Dreary Lane?

The doper man takes it up on Dreary Lane. Ha, ha!

Do you know the nothing man, nothing man, nothing man? Do you know the nothing man that lives on Dreary Lane?

Linh Dinh is the author of two books of stories, five of poems, and a novel, Love Like Hate. He’s tracking our deteriorating socialscape through his frequently updated photo blog, Postcards from the End of America.

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  1. namer says:

    She really needs to spend a year in a drug treatment facility. Inpatient. Everyone who needs this kind of treatment should get it, free, no waiting list. She made some bad choices certainly, but once you’re on heroin, it’s extremely difficult to quit on your own. And when one is living such a painful existence, quitting is damned near impossible. She needs to be in a good, clean facility where she gets methadone every day and isn’t allowed to go outside.

  2. Marcus says:

    Making the armed forces coed will be remembered as one of the first steps into the abyss

    • Agree: Triumph104, Stonehands
  3. woodNfish says:

    Tricking on these nastiest of streets, Amanda had been raped…

    Nope. Un-uh. A prostitute cannot be raped. She may have her services stolen, but rape? No way.

    And what are we to learn from these dregs of society (using the word “society” in only its loosest form)? All cultures have these members on the fringe. That is just the way it works. Life is a bell curve in almost everything. I really don’t care what these losers have to say. These people aren’t “obscurred amerikans”, they are the garbage heap of humanity and Dinh is dumpster diving.

    • Replies: @The Original George
  4. Every time I read one of these pieces, I think “There, but for the grace of God ….”

    I’m not fully convinced the long, free-form string of quotes is good for conveying the story. This is probably one of the few times in my life where I thought a little more narrative interspersed would actually enhance the stream of thought, probably because most of the time such narrative is used by the MSM to editorialise. Still, it might help tell the story if you gave it a little more framework.

    • Replies: @Dan Hayes
  5. I just don’t care about street junkies or alcoholics. The sooner they find eternity the better off society will be. I have no sympathy for them, whatsoever.

    Even if one of my kids became a junkie I’d treat them the same way I treated my junkie, now-deceased, younger brother…GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE AND NEVER COME BACK UNDER PAIN OF ARREST.

    I believe they can’t be helped. Better to let them kill themselves off.


  6. Dan Hayes says:
    @The Alarmist

    While I know that this is the way that Linh generally presents his narrative, I agree that some narrative interruptus would prove beneficial.

  7. Jay says:

    Personality, preferences, “choices” are all hard-wired. Each person is who they must be. Few or no exceptions to this aspect of the human condition. The “choice” of whether to be more or less compassionate is itself innate. Sound and fury signifying very little.

  8. As much as I feel sorry for this woman, I feel sorry also for the johns from whom she contracts diseases and for the other johns to whom she communicates those diseases – and I feel sorry for us ordinary Americans who are forced to foot the bill for the emergency and other medical care of this woman and the johns to whom she communicates God knows which diseases.

    Every “mainstream” legacy Enemedia-Pravda organ wrings its hands over today’s burgeoning heroin epidemic, yet not one of those organs calls for any credible form of border security or deportation of the illegal aliens who transport the drug into and, using the masses of illegal aliens to hide themselves among as cover, distribute it within our borders. In fact, every one of those organs is engaged in a massive Hate Trump effort, often specifically – and brazenly hypocritically – because Mr. Trump is the only public figure to have announced and stuck solidly to his policy positions on Build The Wall and deportation of illegal aliens. So, it is plain to see just how much our glorious, preening Fourth Estate gives a flying you-know-what for the well-being of us ordinary Americans, for the health of our republic.

    • Replies: @NoseytheDuke
  9. @Longfisher

    You despicable cunt. You celebrate your own brother’s death? You would be happy if your own children were thrown into the street.

    You monster.

    As a Christian, It is horrible to see Satan incarnate on this comment thread.

    But I have seen Lucifer in you, you putrid scum. A pox on you.

    • Agree: AndrewR
    • Replies: @NoseytheDuke
    , @utu
    , @gwynedd1
  10. @namer

    I sincerely hope this is sarcasm. Otherwise, it can only be considered the most absurd and idiotic ideas on the internet today.

    “Free”, no waiting list, year-long inpatient care for junkies? Since we’re going to be living in fantasyland anyhoo, let’s build these “free” treatment centers on the French Riviera (maybe around Cannes, so they can have group outings to see all the new arty movies) and hire celebrity chefs. I’m sure after their year of “free” treatment, there will be no recidivism, they’ll cure cancer, discover cold fusion, and help us colonize the stars, thus repaying our “free” investment a thousandfold!

    • Replies: @namer
  11. namer says:
    @Byrntvabhf Bhgentre

    Kind Sir,

    Strawman arguments don’t advance the debate – although I’ll admit a little irony can be fun.

    I’ll say it again: society needs to provide inpatient treatment facilities for junkies. A strong, developed, sophisticated society deals with its problems, rather than letting them fester. No, said facilities need not be concentrated in the southern half of the Alpes-Maritimes département. (There are plenty more junkies in Marseilles anyway, so I’d suggest the gritty north side of that city, if we’re talking about Southern France.)

    No, in-patient treatment doesn’t work all the time – what a surprise! Nor does treatment for cancer prevent cancer from recidivating all the time. Fortunately, American society pays for chemotherapy for its elderly all the same. (A far more expensive proposition, of course!)

    Alas, the neo-institutionalization I’m proposing won’t produce the spillover effects you satirically mention. But readily available (indeed, mandatory) in-patient treatment for junkies alleviates many problems — fewer STDs, less petty street crime, higher property values. And crucially, it would mean more jobs for nursing and related professions.

    Where to get the money? Certainly not from our beleaguered middle classes. I volunteer the fortunes of out billionaire overlords. The titans of corporate America would rather spend money on share buybacks to create stock bubbles than invest the money productively. The hedge fund managers have too much money, and they often use it to wreck the economy.Their money would be better spent creating good paying jobs for people to work in a socially useful way.

    More broadly, their vast wealth — often acquired criminally — needs to used to re-industrialize America, producing wealth and good jobs. Then, maybe fewer people would take up opiates in the first place.

    Give people jobs. Make people work — a hand up, not a hand out. Treat the sick. These aren’t radical proposals. But they require, in 2016, radical means to implement.

    Personally, I don’t think I’d like to live in Cannes. Too flashy for my tastes! But I do want to live in a stable, prosperous society that solves its problems, rather than letting them worsen and then “solving” them with repression.

    Yours respectfully, etc.

    • Replies: @NoseytheDuke
    , @Antiwar7
  12. @Auntie Analogue

    How about digging into the real root of the problem? Follow the money. The Taliban had all but wiped out most of the opium cultivation but The GWBush, Cheney Posses managed to breathe life back into it to the point where Afghanistan is now the world’s largest producer. So called conservatives at work. A lot of spinach there.

  13. @namer

    One only has to compare the results of Portugal’s methods for treating addicts to see it is the far more successful and cost-effective, not to mention moral, option.

  14. utu says:

    This @Longfisher says he was in the psychopath magnet and factory officially that he calls the US Marines.

    U.S. Marine Throws Puppy Off Cliff

  15. You’re welcome to do whatever you want with your own money. Form a charity. Start collecting money. Find backers. But when you come to try to take money from me at gunpoint (which is what using my taxes would be), you’ve gone too far.

    • Replies: @AndrewR
  16. Antiwar7 says:

    Where to find the money? Legalize all drugs, and fund it from the savings in cops, courts, and jails.

    • Replies: @Alec Leamas
  17. @namer

    She needs to be euthanized for her good and ours.

    • Replies: @namer
    , @pseudonym1
  18. @NoseytheDuke

    Bush, Cheney, & Co. were never conservative at any points in their lives. Never.

  19. AndrewR says:

    A lot of fucked-up people here with twisted priorities. None of you are better than the addicts and whores you smugly look down upon.

    • Replies: @gwynedd1
    , @Anonymous
  20. This article made me delete my porn collection.

  21. @Longfisher

    Oh, but “junkies” serve so many useful purposes ! They allow the conceited & morally constipated to “judge”, to be “tough” & decisive. My word, the air up there must be so pure…. Of course the best thing about such virtue is how EASY it is: brother has drug problem ? NO Problem, go away … & die, you dreck ! You see ? Easy!

  22. @NoseytheDuke

    Don’t forget the other precursor to the modern heroin epidemic, pain management clinics and doctors willing to give out pills on a whim. The US medical establishment was handing out pills like candy and got people hooked on opiates. A joke back in college was that the student health center was the biggest dope dealer on campus. Doctors aren’t quite as loose with painkillers now, but there are plenty of people who got hooked prescription drugs like oxycodone and vicodin. Heroin got big in part because people started using it as a substitute once they couldn’t get their pills any longer.

    • Replies: @sayless
  23. sturbain says:

    You are a deplorable person.

  24. @Antiwar7

    Of course! Why didn’t we think of that? When China was one large opium den it functioned like a well-oiled libertarian paradise. I think there were even plans for private roads and a private monument to the NAP in the works.

  25. gwynedd1 says:

    As a what?

    1 Corinthians

    11 But now I have written to you not to keep company with anyone named a brother, who is sexually immoral, or covetous, or an idolater, or a reviler, or a drunkard, or an extortioner—not even to eat with such a person.

    12 For what have I to do with judging those also who are outside? Do you not judge those who are inside? 13 But those who are outside God judges. Therefore “put away from yourselves the evil person.”[d]

    In the second letter he had to remind them to take back those that repent. However the key word is “repent” .

  26. gwynedd1 says:

    I beg to differ. I was offered drugs many time by older kids. I refused. I would just as stubbornly refuse to accept there is no difference.

    • Replies: @AndrewR
  27. @NoseytheDuke

    “How about digging into the real root of the problem? Follow the money.”

    My dear NosytheDuke, the “real root of the problem,” including “Follow the money,” is not Afghan poppy cultivation. The real root is our Dear Ruling Globalist Sellout Establishment’s deliberate refusal to close our borders and their profit from Importing the Third World that puts Americans out of work, and from the Establishment not deporting illegal aliens whom the cartel dealers use to conceal their heroin distribution here in the U.S.

    Afghans can grow all the poppies they like to grow, yet if our borders are sound and policed and Import The Third World is abolished, there’d be few ways for foreign heroin to enter our country and more opportunities to focus efforts on interdicting and closing those fewer ways.

    In short: heroin is not an overseas foreign policy problem, it’s a domestic Import The Third World “Come One, Come All!” Trojan Horse [pun intended] problem.

  28. AndrewR says:

    We all have our weaknesses. Some are more destructive. Having compassion for addicts is not enabling them.

    • Replies: @gwynedd1
  29. gwynedd1 says:

    There are many people who want to help themselves who need help. There many be many mansions in heaven , but down here the resources are limited.

  30. Anonymous [AKA "Patrick E"] says:

    Really disturbing story. I feel very sorry for her.

    Worth considering why we have such degrading behaviour around us. The fact is the permissive revolution of the 60’s was always about the intelligent, wealthy and powerful taking the freedom to do whatever they wanted regardless of the cost. The powerful often operated with a degraded morality in the past but they kept it private, they probably felt bad about themselves but they lived with the guilt.

    Not anymore. The powerful now want no constraints on their behaviour and also want to think of themselves as better than everyone else in every way, including morally.

    That’s why we had the permissive revolution, to legitimise what the powerful had been doing for centuries behind closed doors.

    The impact on the poor has been devastating. Families smashed, confused sexuality, drugs, unwanted pregnancies, adultery, no one accepting responsibility for anything including their children and widespread killing of unborn children.

    The powerful aren’t about to change it though. They like their freedoms too much. They will use the media to push the message you can do whatever you want and still be morally good.

    If you wonder why we are so broke and failing economically as a society, consider the modern welfare state. Massive amounts of money are spent to alleviate the problems associated with destroyed families and decadent morality. They are printing football fields of money to support the debts they have raised because of welfare spending.

    They don’t do this because of the poor or any concern for them. Just the opposite in fact, they do it because they want to preserve their own freedom to pursue any pleasure without concern for anyone.

  31. @woodNfish

    “… and Dinh is dumpster diving.”

    I can’t argue with that. What is the point of this type of “article” other than to rub our collective noses in the reality of our “exceptional nation”. It isn’t as if we are not aware of the existence of these people, that we somehow are responsible for their descent into their drug induced poverty, or as if nothing is being done to try to help them. Personally, I refuse to be guilt tripped into feeling sorry for these individuals, as no one has forced their addiction onto them. Also, if there is anything to her claim to having been a nurse for eight years at some point in the past, then she only has herself to blame for the outcome of her life.

    • Replies: @woodNfish
  32. sayless says:

    “Don’t forget the other precursor to the modern heroin epidemic, pain management clinics and doctors willing to give out pills on a whim. The US medical establishment was handing out pills like candy and got people hooked on opiates. ”

    Maybe it’s a generational difference. In the sixties and seventies I saw people in agony without enough painkillers in the last years/months/days of their lives because of moralistic medical people who thought they shouldn’t become addicted. “Giving out pills on a whim.” Well I’d a lot rather have that than pills being denied to some country wife dying of stomach cancer who’s complaining “My stomach hurts so much” when I’m there to fix her tile floor.

    The pain management clinics sprang up because of the brutal treatment of people who were in chronic and sometimes horrible pain, by the medical establishment.

    Handing out pills like candy and getting people hooked on opiates is bad practice. But pain management clinics are a good practice. I remember reading Stewart Alsop’s columns in Newsweek in the late sixties, early seventies, when he was dying of cancer: How the patients on the terminal wards would begin crying and begging for their painkillers and be soothed, oh, it’s only forty-five minutes until your next dose. Cry, cry, cry. Scream.

    If agony can be avoided, let’s avoid it. Don’t dismiss prescribing painkillers as doctors “handing it out on a whim” unless you know that that is what is happening. Agonizing pain is fucking agonizing.

    Alsop called Death “Uncle Thanatos.”

    • Replies: @The Original George
  33. To Patrick E.,

    Given the fact that the socially & morally broken US has given wealthy & “powerful” Israel $38 billion for “defense,” please look at the following article by Ron Paul?

    To paraphrase Amanda’s pitiful words, how many US Executive Branch & Congressional dicks would she have to suck to get a “fix”?

    Thank you for such thoughtful comment!

  34. Anonymous • Disclaimer says:

    AndrewR says “None of you are better than the addicts and whores you smugly look down upon.”

    Better at what?

    • Replies: @5371
  35. @sayless

    ” In the sixties and seventies I saw people in agony without enough painkillers in the last years/months/days of their lives because of moralistic medical people who thought they shouldn’t become addicted.”

    Excellent comment Sayless. I remember the treatment (or lack thereof) that hospitalized people with agonizing pain received in those days as well. That generation of M.D.’s did indeed feel that it was immoral to allow ANYONE to become “addicted” to opiates “on their watch”, for any reason. What idiocy that was! What possible difference could it make to someone dying of cancer that they become addicted to pain killers? And it was the up and coming 1960’s generation (yeah, I know; “hippies”) that protested this inhuman treatment until the medical establishment finally relented years later and pain was actually “managed” in hospitals. Now here we are with history repeating itself.

  36. What can I say? There are American wars of choice going on, far overseas, and there are victims there and there are victims here. By Wall Street Rules. What care would the elites have for any of us, other than if we’re making money for them?

  37. woodNfish says:
    @The Original George

    As I wrote George, every society has people on the fringe. That is just the way it is, exceptional or not. I don’t buy into the exceptionalism BS, and I don’t accept any responsibility for the dregs of society or the fact that blacks sold each other into slavery and are still doing it today. No, I am not black. Nor am I a bible thumper, but Christ, I think, did say, “the poor will always be among us”. And so it is.

  38. Anonymous [AKA "fourWfive"] says:

    Compassion fatigue. It’s a real thing.

    • Replies: @gwynedd1
  39. 5371 says:

    He’s using the word “better” in one of its standard meanings. If you really don’t understand it, you might be an interesting object for psychological research.

  40. gwynedd1 says:

    Some of it wasn’t even real.

    Where do people get this “Christian charity” that he who does not want to work gets their dope and other things too?

    Its a cancer. I don’t even practice Christianity, and I know this. One reason is I cannot stand how stupid most Christians are. They are effeminate enablers, not standard barriers of justice and compassion when the call to repentance is heard.

    Would anyone treat their child this way?

    6 But we command you, brethren, in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ, that you withdraw from every brother who walks disorderly and not according to the tradition which he[a] received from us. 7 For you yourselves know how you ought to follow us, for we were not disorderly among you; 8 nor did we eat anyone’s bread free of charge, but worked with labor and toil night and day, that we might not be a burden to any of you, 9 not because we do not have authority, but to make ourselves an example of how you should follow us.

    10 For even when we were with you, we commanded you this: If anyone will not work, neither shall he eat.

  41. namer says:

    State-organized homicide as a solution to social problems, how charming. But alas, this idea scores no points for originality. The second quarter of the 20th century abounds with examples of such thoughts and the acts they inspired. So it’s been tried! And the jury isn’t exactly out on this one: posterity doesn’t recall your co-thinkers with great fondness.
    Remember, civilized societies deal with their (very real) social problems productively, not by commissioning bureaucrats to decide who lives and who dies.

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  42. 5371 says:

    [posterity doesn’t recall your co-thinkers with great fondness]

    If posterity means anything, it has a while left to run.

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  43. GusHall says:

    I know a doctor who grew up wanting to become a junkie, but then she started hanging out with the wrong crowd at the public library.

  44. namer says:

    Well I do like the Zhou Enlai channeling — gotta take a long view! But broad, popular nostalgia for Aktion Tiergartenstraße 4 definitely isn’t looming on the horizon…

  45. @Epaminondas

    Free Heroin for all.That should do it.


    That would eliminate hundreds of thousands of jobs in the law enforcement / courthouse / legal profession recycling industry. Deplorable.

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