May 20, 2005
"something wrong with the system?
You bet your sweet ass there's something wrong with the system, but this pissant legislation isn't going to fix it. I oppose ANY and ALL "mandatory" sentences for ANY type of crime, especially
Grandstanding, gas-bag politicians just love to show how "tough" they are on crime by passing legislation imposing harsh mandatory sentences on people who are guilty of what often amounts to victimless crimes. These lawmakers are about as intelligent as the dickweeds who invent all the "zero tolerance" shit that makes schools a looney-bin today.
We pay JUDGES to handle sentencing, and a good judge will throw the book at someone who deserves it and consider extenuating circumstances in other cases. Although not all judges are wise, or even coherent in some cases, that's still a job for a judge to do, not some pompous-ass, pandering politician.
Instead of DOING AWAY with mandatory sentences and allowing judges to do their jobs, this bunch of moonbats wants to expand the same fucked-up law to grab more people in the idiot-net. I believe that they all should be dragged off and shot.
“What essentially amounts to a small dosage of crack cocaine will land you in jail for five years, as a dealer,” McDonald said. “And yet, you have to have almost $3,000 worth of powdered cocaine to be also classified as a dealer. That math doesn't add up. That math belies something wrong with our system.”
Something is wrong with the system, all right. Mandatory sentences are the real problem. You don't "fix" that kind of problem by setting new standards before the sentences kick in. You get rid of the mandatory sentencing crap altogether.
I have known several people in the past who liked cocaine. They were respectable citizens who had good jobs and made a lot of money. (Most of 'em ended up pissing it all away by putting powder up their nose, but that was THEIR choice.) They bought cocaine by the ounce, for their own personal use.
They didn't sell it. They snorted it. And they bought such large quantities because bulk buying is always less expensive than a gram at a time, and with one good score they didn't have to go visit a dealer for a while. They just loaded the larder when they saw the chance, because it was safer than running the streets looking for some when you were out.
If they got caught with that amount of cocaine, they were automatically assumed to be "dealers" and they faced mandatory jail sentences. That's complete bullshit to me. That's like saying if you're found with $10,000 in cash in your pocket, you MUST be guilty of something, so we're gonna take the money, even though you have committed no crime. Government does that, too.
If you get caught SELLING coke or crack, then you're a dealer and you deserve to be prosecuted as such. (Without mandatory sentencing.) But possession of more than an arbitrary amount of an illegal substance does not mean that you are a dealer. If the police didn't catch you selling it, then these laws are ridiculous. You are PRESUMED guilty, just because you had enough to sell, whether you sold any or not.
This shit just ain't right, and changing the measurement system doesn't do anything to fix the root problem. It just perpetuates a travesty that should disgust all Americans.
I oppose the "War on Drugs" because I think it is a collossal waste of time, money and manpower and it has corrupted more people than it ever saved. I also know that it can never be won because there's too much money in it and too many people like to get fucked up. And every time some gas-bag farts out another "good idea" about how to fight the war, we lose a little more of our freedom.
Jails are filled with people serving mandatory sentences for doing nothing worse than what I did back in my musician days. The only difference between me and them is that I never got caught. Meanwhile, mother-rapers and father-stabbers get early release from prison to make room for those serving mandatory drug sentences.
I ask one simple question: Which would YOU rather have living next door to you--- a respected stockbroker who liked to put a lot of coke up his nose at night and never bothered anybody when he did it, or a mother-raping father-stabber, who just might get liquored up one night and decide to see what you have in your house?
I report; you decide.
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