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Haven't you been reading the papers? Watching the commercials? Drugs are in. Drugs are the new black. Drugs rain down from the sky like pretty
purple Skittles. Drugs are mandatory and the most important advancement in child-rearing since the invention of the cane and the padlock and the
Catholic priest.
No, not the bad drugs. Not the drugs that cool people take and which make your kids party hard and dance all night and which make their eyes all red
and mushy and makes colors swirl and skin feel like honey and makes them horny or hungry or feel really really good for awhile, until they don't. Not
the ones which are cheaply produced and impossible to regulate and as easy to get as degrading sexual misinformation in public schools. Not those.
No, your kids needs the other kind of drugs. The good kind. The kind that are prescribed by overpaid shrinks after the kid's umpteenth $300 visit. The
kind which run about seven bucks a pop and are made by Pfizer or GlaxoSmithCline or maybe Eli Lilly, and which are roughly three times more toxic
and a ten times more synthetic and a thousand times more spiritually debilitating than the "evil" street stuff, given how they're totally legal and corporate
sponsored and therefore radiate this sinister venomous aura of happy culturally approved doom.
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