"First it was Michael Jackson, then Amy Winehouse, now, the magnificent Whitney Houston," he began. "I'd like every person in this room to campaign to legalize drugs."
"Let's legalize drugs like they did in Amsterdam," he continued. "No one's hiding or sneaking around corners to get it. They go to a doctor to get it."He offered no tortured reasoning other than not hiding your drug use.
Perhaps Mr. Bennett, crooner, is unaware that they closed Platzspitz, Needle Park:
This blogger quotes from a 1990 NY Times article describing Needle Park:
...the midway of the grotesque carnival is a concrete path along the edge of the Limmat River, lined with makeshift counters covered with neatly arranged spoons, bottles of water and paper cups bristling with slender, disposable syringes. The crowd thickens as night falls and drug hustlers work their way through the sea of bodies clogging the path, calling out ''Sugar, sugar, fine sugar!'' when they mean heroin, and ''Cokay, cokay!'' for cocaine……..the other night, three men crouched under a park lamppost, dividing a white powdery pancake of heroin with a Swiss Army knife. Next to them, a woman lay in the dirt in a stupor. Four or five men were intensely working needles into their arms. A woman in a striped sweater probed for veins in one hand, blood streaming down her fingers, as a woman in leather pants and stained blouse wobbled past, a bloody syringe dangling from her neck.”
This is Needle now:
Seemed to me Whitney, whose death is undetermined, didn't have any trouble getting "illegal" drugs.So what's the rationale, dopeface?
Perhaps you should just shut up and sing.
Update: Houston had lots of legal drugs in her room, Bennett. How'd that work out for her?
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