The Ghost of Henry Anslinger at the DEA

A Modest Proposal
by A Drug Warrior
Channeling the Ghost of Henry Anslinger


Wake up America! A cancer is eating away at our great nation, sapping our substance, destroying our will, and rotting our moral fiber. We all, each and every one of us, know this disease: it is the plague known as "drugs." No disease afflicting the human race is more insidious than this. Not only does it destroy the will of those who are caught in its spiral of addiction, but it actually spreads a moral contagion among many well-meaning but misguided non-addicts who would solve the "drug problem" (as they so dismissingly call it) by turning their backs on it. By actually legalizing these cursed substances, they would open the floodgates wide, allowing a sea of misery to wash over our children, turning our playgrounds into needle parks. "The Drug War has failed," they complain, citing statistics as if the whole issue of drug control could be boiled down to a cost-benefit analysis. America, our children deserve better than this. They deserve, and the future of our great country demands, that we grit our teeth and address this matter headlong with the utmost urgency. In one respect, the legalizers are right: we have not been winning this war. But, America, it can be won. You know it can be won. To do so, however, we must first recognize the enemy for what he is: a destroyer of young minds, a threat to children more alarming than even the pedophiles who haunt the internet--a threat, in fact, to the world as we know it. Like a cancer in its advanced stages, the malignancy is spreading at a quantum rate, its tentacles reaching, grasping, strangling, the throat of an entire generation. America, it is time to act!

Once there was a time, in our world, when the punishment fit the crime. The Bible, in fact, records these righteous punishments in courageous detail. Over and over again the Bible tells us of how "God slew…" our tormentors. America, God still recognizes human iniquity for what it is: a blot on His divine creation. So why can’t we? Is it because we have lost our way in the humanist wilderness of psychology and sociology? Wake up America! We must face our tormentors with at least half the fierceness that they daily unleash upon our children. You know, America, what the price of our deliverance will need to be. It is the price of iniquitous blood shed by a righteous wrath. The rubber is hitting the road, America. We must act now, or the Drug War is lost.

Capital punishment. Can there be any other way? Several states already impose this righteous remedy for far lesser crimes, such as the premeditated murder of one person by another. The drug pusher, America, is a premeditated serial killer. And yet his only punishment is free rent in our prison system--usually for just a few years. Should we toil, Americans, to raise our surviving young while the drug pusher who destroyed, or tried to destroy, so many other young lives pumps iron in the prison gym and reads law books in the prison library? Wake up America!

But capital punishment for whom? Because drug abuse is largely a young person's crime, we must hold the young accountable. Allowing a grace period for the first teen year, I suggest that this ultimate punishment should be meted out to all individuals over the age of 14 who have been found guilty of offering for sale a quantity of illegal drugs sufficient for more than one "high." In the case of marijuana, for example, this would be more than one gram, which is about the quantity needed to produce one so-called "joint." Why so young, some may ask? Unfortunately, the international drug cartel has become so dependent upon inner-city teenage males to peddle their filth, that it would be a dereliction of moral duty not set the marker at a realistic age. Once there was a time, we should all remember, when 14-year-olds began moving into adulthood, holding down jobs and, by the age of 16, fighting in wars. Perhaps the artificial prolongation of human adolescence is part of the great moral problem now facing America. In a Holy War such as that which we are fighting against illegal drugs, the ancient principles of triage may have to be resurrected. Some of the infected may have to die in order that the uninfected may live. We must concentrate our sympathies upon the truly young. These would include not only the grade schoolers, whose playgrounds are turning into drug parks, but--most egregiously--the unborn, whose innocent bloodstreams are being corrupted daily by their drug-doing heathen moms. This is a scourge the likes of which Mankind has never known. Only drastic measures will save us from this devouring beast.

Wake up America! God waits upon your wisdom.

--As heard by a Fly on the Wall at the Drug Enforcement Agency, and then reported to Dorian Grayson.