on smuggling opioid eggs
a tale of meth crackers and chicken farmers
Trends hit different places at different times.
If it’s popular in Harajuku right now, it will reach Toronto in five years.
Five years after that?
It’s widespread in Halifax.
And in the county of East Hants?
Well, it’s another five years behind.
In fact, much of the time you can never tell what the ‘popular’ fashion is if you were to spend any time there.
You’ll see hip huggers, skinny jeans, acid washed pants and high waisted mom pants all worn simultaneously with none of them being worn as part of the current zeitgeist.
Recently we were warned by the media that the connoisseurs of crack cocaine in that area were disappointed in their supply.
Apparently the crack was being cut with meth.
What a disaster!
What year do they think it is - 2006? Shouldn’t these people be doing fentanyl?
What do you call a crack head who is also a meth head? A meth cracker?
Who knows.
In the beginnings of the pandemic I was scolded by a young lady for using the term ‘crack head’ and ‘meth head’.
She told me it was pejorative and damaging to crack heads and meth heads.
I’d never want my children to grow up to be crack heads, meth heads or whores, as such, I’m quite comfortable using language that creates shame around these activities.
Which brings me to the current fentanyl crisis. What kind of excellent pejorative term can we use for these poppy poppers? I dunno.
What I do know is this.
The big ugly turnip seems to think we Canucks are obsessed with and a uge source of fentanyl flowing south.
As it happens?
They’ve caught more people smuggling eggs than fentanyl across the boarder.
Maybe they were coming from East Hants.
If so, I’d worry more about meth-cracked eggs than fentanyl.
Eggs are expensive and the boarderguards can only eat so many omelettes.
And when it comes to your crack cocaine?
Buy Canadian eh?
