Nontrivial Symptoms of the Dependency Opiate - Granite Grok

Nontrivial Symptoms of the Dependency Opiate

It’s harder to get the monkey off your back when it’s also a tireless, beguiling temptress determined to get you hooked on the dependency opiate.  And once hooked, even the simple and mundane apparently become monumentally difficult.  So much so, you choose not to do them.

A Hooksett woman apparently in dire need of a writing instrument, dialed 911 to see if they have any Bics they could throw her way. I’m not kidding; she dialed 911 for a writing pen. It’s not so odd. The article went on to say that another woman needed help ordering for Chinese food, so she also rang up local ones in blue to find out if the Pu Pu Platter was all it was cracked up to be.

What’s so funny about that? Nothing. It’s sad, sorrowful and a symptom of state dependence gone hay wire.

The same day our ambitious, strong, fellow countryman stumbled over themselves to call 911, not because of an emergency in the classic sense of emergencies, but because of a Cable TV outage. It disrupted the airing of a TV show and they thought that rose to the level of emergency.  Alas, it wasn’t simply a few people either, it was a slew- a swath of the sluggish.  That same article also referenced that people call 911 to “to complain about lousy hamburgers and cold french fries”. There’s no end.

Why should there be?  It’s what we’ve come to expect in an increasing slothful gimme, gimme culture. Just think of these people as a pet living in a culture where the rugged individual decayed into a pathetic cosset in an enfeebled static society. For many, gone, are the days when you bootstrapped yourself up and climbed the ladder that enriched your life, self-esteem, and self-worth. Now it’s easier to get a hand out and remain in a perpetual mediocre stasis and be happy about it.

The dreadful part is that someday some will awake to the sobriety of mid-morning and briefly consider challenging themselves but will recoil, because they also know, they’re not prepared to do so.  So they’ll waste another day and salve that depression and disenchantment in a cloud of smoke, pills, or EBT supplied booze.

The decadent and sedated. Ah what a life. Want more?  Vote Democrat. You won’t have to do a thing… at least not at first.

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