From the looks of things, this just maybe might be methamphetamine induced fuckin' nuts.

Alcohol is the only drug that has ever been implicated in a baby cooked to death in a microwave incident.

Don't blame that person's mental illness for the shit that alcohol does. Doing something you want to do without any regard for the danger it puts you and the people around you in is a classic sign of alcohol intoxication, not paranoid schizophrenia.

If alcohol were still illegal, it's reputation would be worse than the reputation of meth.

Counterpoint: I drink all the time, and have never once put a baby in a microwave.

All alcohol does is lower your inhibitions. It doesn't make you into a different person. The person who microwaved the baby was fucked up long before alcohol entered the picture.

The person who abuses their spouse when they're drunk is still an abusive loser when they're sober, they're just better at hiding it.

The child predator who only molests children when they're drunk is still a creepy pedophile when they're sober, they're just better at hiding it. Etcetera, etcetera.

Of course, it's much easier for someone who has been abused to blame a beverage, rather than the husband/father/boyfriend that they have an emotional connection with.

Better at hiding it often means not fucking acting on these dangerous impulses.

Just about everybody has used alcohol to help them do something they didn't have the nerve to do. I'm planning on asking someone out, and I may use a little alcohol.

Oh, and no, it doesn't make you a different person, which is either relatively safe or really dangerous depending on the person. The thing is, this kind of mental illness or, say psychedelic intoxication can cause odd or even dangerous compulsions. But the inhibitions are intact. There's a reason that schizophrenics so rarely cause actual harm to someone. There's a reason that people on LSD very rarely do dangerous stuff. Even in the middle of a bad trip I still had more ability to prevent myself from doing stupid, dangerous shit than when I was drunk.

I think it's inaccurate to blame mental illness for someone not having inhibitions while they're drunk.

That said, though, what's a good dose for asking someone out? I have a bottle of Everclear I use for extractions and some soda.

Agreed.

Oh, check her other videos. She's the real deal. She's the homeless woman who lives in a tent in a gulley in San Diego, who thinks she hears people saying "gangstalking" everywhere she goes (she posts "evidence" of it, but all you hear is indistinct muffled conversations), and who frequently gets kicked out of San Diego college libraries. If you listen to one of her longform videos where she continually repeats herself, often several times in the same video, it's obvious that her mental elevator hasn't gone all of the way to the top floor for many years.

God, I hate 251B8J. I disguised myself as a normal guy walking down the street so I could glance at her and make her feel slightly uncomfortable, right? She didn't even bother to look at me. All that effort, wasted.

Some people just don't respect the amount of work that goes into this job, I swear.

251B8J told me I had a headlight out on my black sedan and to not let "them" see it or "they" would think I was one of "them" and stalk me. Then, she showed me a video she recorded on her phone of her sister's wedding reception, the cake was nice. After that, she talked about the poor state of North Korea and how sad it made her feel. I told her I once burned out the brain of a rock star with a Soviet psychotronic beam aerial. She said I had nice eyes, and if she were younger she might offer me tea, if I didn't talk too crazy too often.

I fucking hate this job.

I not only had to follow her and 251B8J for five hours but then I got assigned to pretend to be shopping on the other side of town in 342M5R's sector, which she didn't even show up for, and even after that, I still had to double time it down to the masonic lodge on 5th for the 9pm baby feast and blod orgy, where I got castrated, thank you very much.

Goddamn, I hate workin' for the city.

Guys, SHUT UP. CyberMonitoring Station Abraxas just issued a Code Six -

*Subject 251B8J is here on poeTV, and is reading these comments RIGHT NOW!!!*

Hey, Subject. Yeah, you know who you are.

Disregard everything we just said. It wasn't about you.

Code 88HN. I repeat: COOKED BARNYARD APPLESAUCE AMPLIFIER.

Midnight Elevator: 18440.

Status: Monitor.

Ha ha, Stanley, you made the Reptegomy hit the kill switch, kudos.

They stole my future babies.