I wish you good luck with any dogs you have 
And good luck to the dogs.
Got it. As always, anything unacceptable becomes OK just as long as it’s Stoid that does it. Most people have abandoned that worldview by the time they’re 6, but if you still persist in it despite it having cost you your livelihood, your home, your health, your car and your dog, it’s not my place to try and talk you out of it .Stoid on.
Thanks! Currently it’s just me and my Handsome Black Boyfriend, Mr. Preston Digitation and we’re doing well. We’re biking, which is a very excellent thing. And he is fully appreciating having plenty of room.
I’ve had excellent luck with Preston, he’s sorta my Lassie. It’s cuz he and I are so tight that I got Zusje… I knew I’d lose my mind if I kept it just a pack of two until his time came, I needed (need!) to form a relationship with another dog to help me weather his end… instead he’s helping me weather hers.
I used to have a pit bull but I had to leave her with my old roommate when I moved out. She was such a big help to me and a good companion. 
Ewwwwwww…
What, you don’t appreciate Preston letting it all hang out? 
Zusje was my first pit bull (Staffordshire, really…) after two blonde cockers, two Goldens and Preston. While she was high maintenance in some respects (begin with the freakin’ epilepsy!) she was off-the-charts irresistible in others, starting when she was a puppy; oh my god… I used to be a sucker for the classic cutie-pie puppy (cockers and Goldens, hello!) but no more…there is simply nothing more devastatingly adorable than pit bull puppies and I could barely stand to put her down. I was surprised to find the short hair much more pleasant than long dog fur.
But here was the most notable truth about my pit bull: she was, hands down, the most purely sweet dog I have ever personally encountered. Not a bitchy bone in her body, she loved everyone, canine and human alike and forgave everything instantly - no grumpiness, no growliness, nothing. She could be whiny, yes, she regularly Princessed her way into getting the bones or the bed or the toys, but where all five of my other dogs had been known to be crabby about something at some point with someone (resource guarding food, toys or me, or snappy when in pain, or fearful…all low-level normal stuff) she never was. Ever. Just sweet to the bone, even when she was dealing with seizures.
Goddamn I miss her so much… 
By the way, I really wish I could remember which Doper gave me my wonderful line about Preston. He is a Rottweiler / Border Collie. Which means he can kill you and then make it look like an accident. Great line… Bravo, nameless Doper… (I will have to look it up, it actually should be fairly simple to find…)
I just checked all of my posts in this thread. Didn’t see a single one where I said or implied that I’m fine with her going to jail. What I said was that I find that I no longer wonder that the only thing that will teach Stoid that her illegal actions are illegal is incarceration.
But, since you’re on the subject of jails: I am, in fact, fine with the government putting people in jail for certain crimes. Now, do I agree with all of the drug laws? No, I do not. I also do not break those laws and pretend that I’m not or that they are not considered by the government to be of the severity said government considers them to be.
Also, I am not fine with the government not protecting people who are incarcerated from harm, especially physical harm inflicted by either corrections officers or other inmates.
Does that clarify it for you?
Unfortunately, you are mistaken. Nothing will ever teach Stoid anything about the law. Not multiple threads on the SDMB, not the ruling of the appellate court, not jail time, nothing.
Regards,
Shodan
:smack:
I must respectfully disagree. Stoid taught herself tons of stuff about the law.
Monty: The particular question raised was this: Are you OK with people who give prescription drugs to other adults being put into prison as it currently exists in America? Your answer fails to address that question entirely.
I’m glad you were merely observing that sharing prescription drugs is “considered by the government to be of the severity said government considers them to be,” because it sure seemed like you were doing something else.
I think this is just a matter of hasty posting (light bracketed material added for clarity)
Of course, the statement kind of implies that someone else does pretend such things…hmmmm…
Now that you mention it, yes, in a variety of ways: speeding is in the class of crimes that have been designated as crimes due to their significant potential for causing great harm to be inflicted on completely innocent bystanders. Prescription sharing is in the class of crimes which are commonly known as “victimless” because the criminals are voluntarily engaging in the criminal activity and in no way foisting it upon others or otherwise crashing it into innocent bystanders that didn’t ask for it.
Which was actually bogus on the face of it: outside of listening to your own rhetoric about me, what could possibly make you think I needed to be “taught” that my illegal actions were illegal?
Never have I implied that any permutation of sharing, trading, lending, borrowing, giving, taking, mailing or by any other method transferring controlled substances among laypersons such as myself and my circle of friends is anything other than 100% illegal under both federal and state statutes.
I have knowingly engaged in legally prohibited activities a thousand times in my 57 years, starting when I was about 11 years old. I’ve smoked plenty of pot, I’ve snorted a lot of cocaine, dropped a lot of acid, Quaaludes (wah!) and ingested a variety of other legally produced but illicitly obtained substances. Even gambling and sex work have made brief appearances in my biography.
I always understood that I was breaking laws, it just didn’t bother me: I never violated my own moral code in any way, and since I think vice laws do nothing worthwhile at best and enormous harm at worst, any compunctions I might otherwise have had about “breaking the law” dissolved. Nor do I have any issue with the ways in which my imperceptibly tiny contributions rippled up or down the line, because it is the fact of prohibition itself that gives rise to the genuinely criminal (i.e. crimes against others) behavior and collateral damage associated with vice crime (i.e., theft, violence, murder, accidental death from OD, etc…) Legalize, regulate, tax and just about all that nasty shit disappears.
And I believe you understood all this just fine, it just offends you for some reason, maybe just because I offend you for some reason. But in any case it looks very much like what you really think I need to be taught is “a lesson”, as it were.
But that’s just my opinion, based on the evidence of your animosity towards me and your apparently deep-seated disapproval of lawbreaking of any kind, which together did give your contributions an aroma of “knuckle-whacking schoolmaster”, such that Richard’s interpretation is entirely understandable.
And lest we find ourselves subjected to yet another round of batshit schoolmarm tutting and shaming, (or worse, more naked willingness to shuck dignity in a devolving search for ever-uglier weapons with which to attempt genuine wounding… yikes…) these days my drugs are all legally and legitimately prescribed by a doctor, I lead a very quiet life, and my flouting of vice laws is almost entirely historical, save for the (extremely) occasional shared Xanax or Vicodin. (As in, count on one hand in the last decade occasional, all colorful spinning and embroidery offered by others notwithstanding).
Robot Arm, Come on Down and receive your shout out for handing me such a perfectly great line! (That I grant only about 50% of people immediately pick up on, but it cracks ME up every time, so fuck it.)
That didn’t really clarify anything, I’m afraid.
Cool story bro.
Not every day a drug dealer proudly attests to the reasons behind being a drug dealer.