Rod Coronado (1966) Native American eco-anarchist and animal rights activist
A Voice for Liberation http://www.kersplebedeb.com/mystuff/video/msr/coronado.html
Rod Coronado (1966) Native American eco-anarchist and animal rights activist
A Voice for Liberation http://www.kersplebedeb.com/mystuff/video/msr/coronado.html
Hiromu Arakawa (1973) award winning Japanese manga artist
Interview with mobuta.com (2004)
Mitch Hedberg (1968–2005) American stand-up comedian
Do You Believe in Gosh?
Phil Vischer (1966) American puppeter
Source: Me, Myself, & Bob (2006), p. 11
Alan Moore (1953) English writer primarily known for his work in comic books
The Believer interview (2013)
“A thoroughly readable and rich introduction to…the process of recovery from alcoholism.”
New England Journal of Medicine, review of Understanding the Alcoholic's Mind.
Doug Stanhope (1967) American stand-up comedian, actor, and author
On his drug use. Doug Stanhope interview http://markprindle.com/stanhope-i.htm, MarkPrindle.com, 2007 <br class="br">Miscellaneous
Phil Brooks (1978) American professional wrestler and mixed martial artist
September 4, 2009
Friday Night SmackDown
Phil Brooks (1978) American professional wrestler and mixed martial artist
July 24, 2009
Friday Night SmackDown
Robert Mitchum (1917–1997) American film actor, author, composer and singer
I don't understand that.
When asked if he was "feeling batter" following his previous year's stay at the Betty Ford Center, as quoted in "Roberto Mitchum: After all these years, still one of a kind" by Victor Davis, in The Chicago Tribune (November 23, 1984)
Virgil Miller Newton (1938) American priest
Miller Newton (1981). Gone Way Down: Teenage Drug-Use is a Disease, American Studies Press, Tampa, FL, pg 37.
On Teenage Drug Use
Albert Speer (1905–1981) German architect, Minister of Armaments and War Production for Nazi Germany
Source: Inside the Third Reich: Memoirs (1970), p. 306-307
Javier Marías book Tu rostro mañana
Le quedaban por conocer muchas noches en las que sucumbiría a mujeres que su avidez y el alcohol le harían juzgar deseables, para llevarse a la mañana siguiente las manos a la cabeza al descubrir que se había metido en la cama con descomedidas parientes de Oliver Hardy o con casquivanas émulas de Bela Lugosi.
Source: Tu rostro mañana, 1. Fiebre y lanza [Your Face Tomorrow, Vol. 1: Fever and Spear] (2002), p. 59
Bill Mollison (1928–2016) Australian permaculturist
Source: Permaculture: A Designers' Manual (1988), chapter 12.15
Marguerite Duras (1914–1996) French writer and film director
Alcohol, from Practicalities (1987, trans. 1990).
“Trying to separate cigarettes and alcohol, that's against God's will!”
Ed Byrne (1972) Irish comedian
Pedantic & Whimsical (2006)
Kent Hovind (1953) American young Earth creationist
Well there may be some peaceful people in it, but their religion isn't peaceful. Satan wants to reduce the population.
Creation seminars (2003-2005), The dangers of evolution
Jesse Ventura (1951) American politician and former professional wrestler
I Ain't Got Time To Bleed (1999)
Tathagata Satpathy (1956) Indian politician
Criticising the ban on marijuana, as quoted in " Tathagata Satpathy: the MP who doesn't mind stirring the pot http://www.business-standard.com/article/specials/tathagata-satpathy-the-mp-who-doesn-t-mind-stirring-the-pot-115121800318_1.html" Business Standard (19 December 2015)
Michelle Obama (1964) lawyer, writer, wife of Barack Obama and former First Lady of the United States
2010s, Commencement speech for Martin Luther King Jr. College Prep graduates (2015)
Naomi Klein (1970) Canadian author and activist
The Shock Doctrine: The Rise of Disaster Capitalism (2007)
Louis-ferdinand Céline (1894–1961) French writer
Mea culpa; suivi de la vie et l'oeuvre de Semmelweis (1937)
Paul Keating (1944) Australian politician, 24th Prime Minister of Australia
1992 The Redfern Speech, launching International Year of Indigenous Peoples
Phil Brooks (1978) American professional wrestler and mixed martial artist
I'll answer that little riddle for you right now. I tell you "what's up" Straight-edge—that is what's up. No narcotics, no drugs, no alcohol, no cigarettes, no prescription medication, and that, you sad, sad people, can save your entire pathetic country and the entire world.
November 13, 2009
Friday Night SmackDown
Ann Richards (1933–2006) American politician
Ann Richards Discusses Texas, Politics and Humor on Larry King Live http://edition.cnn.com/TRANSCRIPTS/0101/23/lkl.00.html, CNN, January 23 2001 <br class="br">2001
Jerzy Vetulani (1936–2017) Polish scientist
(7 April 2017): „Mama powiedziała mi: Obyś był dobry i szczęśliwy”. Co prof. Jerzy Vetulani mówił o swoim życiu, pasjach i nauce? http://wyborcza.pl/magazyn/7,124059,21608877,mama-powiedziala-mi-obys-byl-dobry-i-szczesliwy-co-prof.html. Wyborcza.pl (in Polish).
Science Books and Films, review of "Understanding the Alcoholic's Mind.
Maddox (1978) American internet writer
Quantum of Solace is a shitpile. http://www.thebestpageintheuniverse.net/c.cgi?u=quantum_of_phallus <br class="br">The Best Page in the Universe
G. Gordon Liddy (1930) American lawyer in Watergate scandal
On his 1994 comments on taking head shots at ATF agents, as quoted in a 2003 interview at Right Wing News http://www.rightwingnews.com/interviews/liddy.php
Joel Fuhrman book Eat to Live
Eat to Live https://books.google.it/books?id=gUy8CwAAQBAJ&pg=PT0 (New York: Hachette Book Group, 2011), Ch. 6.
Stephen Corry (1951) British anthropologist and activist
Don't call these people primitive http://www.independent.co.uk/opinion/commentators/stephen-corry-dont-call-these-people-primitive-1633333.html, The Independent 27 February 2009
Chelsea Handler (1975) American comedian, actress, author and talk show host
Are You There Vodka? It's Me, Chelsea (2008)
“I went to rehab [for alcoholism] in wine country, just to keep my options open.”
Robin Williams (1951–2014) American actor and stand-up comedian
Weapons of Self Destruction (2010)
“Yeah, I graduated with a 4.0… blood alcohol level.”
James Carville (1944) political writer, consultant and United States Marine
In a speech to LSU students at the Manship School of Communications' Holliday Forum on January 27, 2006.
Ernest Hemingway (1899–1961) American author and journalist
As quoted in Charmed Circle: Gertrude Stein & Co. (1974) by James Mellow
Mel Gibson (1956) American actor, film director, producer and screenwriter
Apology issued July 29, 2006 for his behavior and comments during the incident with his drunk driving and speeding. http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/entertainment/5230480.stm
Geoffrey Blainey (1930) Australian historian
The Story of Australia's People: The Rise and Rise of a New Australia (2016)
Jesse Ventura (1951) American politician and former professional wrestler
Source: Don't Start the Revolution Without Me! (2008), Ch. 10 (p. 189)
Aldous Huxley (1894–1963) English writer
"Tomorrow and Tomorrow and Tomorrow" in Adonis and the Alphabet (1956); later in Collected Essays (1959), p. 293
Pricasso (1949) Australian painter
[Lee Rondganger, Artist with unusual technique a Sexpo hit, The Star, South Africa, 28 September 2007, 2, Independent Online]
Richard Burton (1925–1984) Welsh actor
In Playboy Interviews http://books.google.com/books?id=rfoZAAAAYAAJ, Playboy Press, 1967, p. 100
Winston S. Churchill (1874–1965) Prime Minister of the United Kingdom
Discussion of an audience with Saudi King Ibn Saud at the Fayoum oasis, Egypt, on February 17, 1945; in The Second World War, Volume VI : Triumph and Tragedy (1953), Chapter 23 (Yalta: Finale), pp. 348-349.
Post-war years (1945–1955)
Willie Nelson (1933) American country music singer-songwriter.
[The Tao of Willie: A Guide to the Happiness in Your Heart, 11, Nelson, Willie; Pipkin, Turk, 159240197X, 2006, Gotham]
Ann Druyan (1949) American author and producer
Ann Druyan – from her video podcast At Home in the Cosmos with Annie Druyan. — OVGuide. "Ann Druyan – A Plea for a Change in the Marijuana Laws Video" http://www.ovguide.com/ann-druyan-9202a8c04000641f8000000000008b85 (Podcast). published by Ann Druyan. Retrieved 2013-10-02.
David Lloyd George (1863–1945) Former Prime Minister of the United Kingdom
War Memoirs: Volume I (London: Odhams, 1938), p. 21.
War Memoirs
“He liked to be popular and in place of charm had to dispense alcohol…”
John Fowles book Daniel Martin
Daniel Martin (1977)
“Nobody thought Mel Gibson could play a Scot but look at him now! An Alcoholic racist!”
Frankie Boyle (1972) Scottish comedian
Frankie Boyle Live (2008)
David Eagleman (1971) neuroscientist and author
Incognito: The Secret Lives of The Brain
Pauline Kael (1919–2001) American film critic
"The Iceman Cometh," pp. 353-354
5001 Nights at the Movies (1982)
Chris Jericho (1970) American professional wrestler, musician, television host, podcast host and author
March 12, 2012 - WWE Raw
Gordon Strachan (1957) Scottish footballer and manager
Evening Gazette, Oct 5 2010 http://www.gazettelive.co.uk/news/teesside-news/2010/10/05/strachan-s-words-too-much-for-boro-fans-84229-27404292/
John Kennedy Toole A Confederacy of Dunces
Source: A Confederacy of Dunces (1980, posthumous), Ch. 1, p. 21
Contemporary Psychology, review of Understanding the Alcoholic's Mind.
William Osler (1849–1919) Canadian pathologist, physician, educator, bibliophile, historian, author, cofounder of Johns Hopkins Hospi…
Alcohol in St. Elizabeth Parish Magazine (1905). As quoted in Counsels and ideals from the writings of William Osler (1921, 2nd edition) http://babel.hathitrust.org/cgi/pt?id=hvd.hc1qm3;view=1up;seq=295
African Spir (1837–1890) Russian philosopher
Source: Words of a Sage : Selected thoughts of African Spir (1937), p. 48.
L. Neil Smith (1946) American writer
"Some Random Thoughts About the War On Drugs".
Michael Chabon (1963) Novelist, short story writer, essayist
Source: The Yiddish Policemen’s Union (2007), Chapter 1
“A diplomat's life is made up of three ingredients: protocol, Geritol and alcohol.”
Adlai Stevenson (1900–1965) mid-20th-century Governor of Illinois and Ambassador to the UN
As quoted in The New York Times Magazine (7 February 1965)
Hugo Chávez (1954–2013) 48th President of Venezuela
Message to George W. Bush, in a nationally televised speech http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=2_lJbIyzT64 in March 2006. <br class="br">2006
Roald Amundsen (1872–1928) Norwegian polar researcher, who was the first to reach the South Pole
Sydpolen (The South Pole) (1912)
Robert Heller (1932–2012) British magician
Robert Heller (1975) "Research in light of a dark tunnel" Audit AGB research. London, Spring 1973: Cited in Peter M. Chisnall (1977) Effective industrial marketing. p. 91
Gary Johnson (1953) American politician, businessman, and 29th Governor of New Mexico
2016, Interview with CNBC's John Harwood (August 22, 2016)
Alice Cooper (1948) American rock singer, songwriter and musician
was my name.
Interview with Nick Harper in The Guardian (28 November 2003).
Ann Coulter (1961) author, political commentator
The Wrath of Khan http://www.anncoulter.com/columns/2016-08-03.html (August 3, 2016) <br class="br">2016
Jared Leto (1971) American actor and musician
Interview http://www.gq-magazine.co.uk/article/jared-leto-hugo-boss-red-fragrance-interview for British GQ, 5 March 2013.
Phil Brooks (1978) American professional wrestler and mixed martial artist
CM Punk — One Life One Chance http://www.onelifeonechance.com/?p=873 <br class="br">Personal
Sam Keen (1931) author, professor, and philosopher
Source: The Passionate Life (1983), p. 165
Carl Sagan (1934–1996) American astrophysicist, cosmologist, author and science educator
Essay as "Mr. X" (1969)
Context: My high is always reflective, peaceable, intellectually exciting, and sociable, unlike most alcohol highs, and there is never a hangover. Through the years I find that slightly smaller amounts of cannabis suffice to produce the same degree of high, and in one movie theater recently I found I could get high just by inhaling the cannabis smoke which permeated the theater.
There is a very nice self-titering aspect to cannabis. Each puff is a very small dose; the time lag between inhaling a puff and sensing its effect is small; and there is no desire for more after the high is there.
“Not only is pot way cooler than alcohol, it’s also non-toxic.”
"Why Are No Women Celebrity Stoners Willing to Come Out of the Greenhouse?" (16 August 2012) http://www.alternet.org/drugs/why-are-no-women-celebrity-stoners-willing-come-out-greenhouse <br class="br">Context: Not only is pot way cooler than alcohol, it’s also non-toxic. Dylan Thomas could not have smoked himself to death.
St. Vincent (musician) (1982) American singer-songwriter
"John Vanderslice interviews St. Vincent (on the road)" in Brooklyn Vegan (24 April 2007) http://www.brooklynvegan.com/archives/2007/04/john_vanderslic_5.html <br class="br">Context: The drug issue is hard to separate from a class issue, an education issue, a wonky foreign policy issue, and a race issue. What I do know is, be it caffeine, alcohol, cocaine, or adrenaline, let's face it: people like to get high. From Starbucks to Budweiser to your own brain, everybody's a pusher these days. If I could substitute another drug to be consumed in the country as much as alcohol is, it would be helium from children's birthday party balloons. Try not laughing when someone sounds like a chipmunk!
Nancy Reagan (1921–2016) actress and first lady of the United States
Just Say No (1986)
Context: And finally, to young people watching or listening, I have a very personal message for you: There's a big, wonderful world out there for you. It belongs to you. It's exciting and stimulating and rewarding. Don't cheat yourselves out of this promise. Our country needs you, but it needs you to be clear-eyed and clear-minded. I recently read one teenager's story. She's now determined to stay clean but was once strung out on several drugs. What she remembered most clearly about her recovery was that during the time she was on drugs everything appeared to her in shades of black and gray and after her treatment she was able to see colors again.
So, to my young friends out there: Life can be great, but not when you can't see it. So, open your eyes to life: to see it in the vivid colors that God gave us as a precious gift to His children, to enjoy life to the fullest, and to make it count. Say yes to your life. And when it comes to drugs and alcohol just say NO.
Barry Long (1926–2003) Australian spiritual teacher and writer
Love is not a feeling ~ The Article (1995)
Context: Feelings, even the best of them, turn to negativity - disappointment, anger, discontent, resentment, jealousy, guilt, etc. A good feeling starts off being elevating, exciting, like taking a drug substance, alcohol or having sex. But what goes up must come down and feelings are no exception. So in a couple of hours or days the down side starts and you perhaps wonder why you feel moody, depressed, suicidal or just plain unhappy. You're paying the piper for yesterday's music. And between the upside and the downside is the no-man's and no-woman's land of boredom, indifference, inertia, weariness and pointlessness.
Aleksandr Zinovyev (1922–2006) Russian writer
Katastroika (1988)
Anaïs Nin (1903–1977) writer of novels, short stories, and erotica
As quoted in Woman As Writer (1978) by Jeannette L. Webber and Joan Grumman, p. 42
Context: The preoccupation of the novelist: how to capture the living moments, was answered by the diary. You write while you are alive. You do not preserve them in alcohol until the moment you are ready to write about them.
Virgil Miller Newton (1938) American priest
Miller Newton (1981). ‘’Gone Way Down: Teenage Drug-Use is a Disease,’’ American Studies Press, Tampa, FL, pg 30.
On Teenage Drug Use
Edie Sedgwick (1943–1971) Socialite, actress, model
On her near-death experience and final days in New York
Edie : American Girl (1982)
Context: "The Siege of the Warwick Hotel." I was left alone with a substantial supply of speed. I started having strange, convulsive behavior. I was shooting up every half-hour... thinking that with each fresh shot I'd knock this nonsense out of my system. I'd entertain myself hanging on to the bathroom sink with my hind feet stopped up against the door, trying to hold myself steady enough so I wouldn't crack my stupid skull open. I entertained myself by making a tape... a really fabulous tape in which I made up five different personalities. I realized that I had to get barbiturates in order to stop the convulsions, which lasted either hours. Something was spinning in my head.... I just kept thinking that if I could pop enough speed I'd knock the daylights out of my system and none of this nonsense would go on. None of this flailing around and moaning, sweating like a pig, and whew! It was a heavy scene. When I finally cooled down to what I thought was pretty good shape, I slipped on a little muumuu, ran down the stairs of the Warwick, barefoot to the lobby. My eye caught a mailman's jacket and a sack of mail hanging across the back of a chair in the hall way entrance, and before I knew what I was doing, I whipped on the jacket, flipped the bag over my shoulder, and flew out the door, whistling a happy tune. Suddenly I thought: "My God! This is a federal offense. Fooling around with the mail." So I turned around and rushed back and BAM! the manager was waiting for me. He ordered me into the back office. They telephoned an ambulance from Bellevue and packed me into it. Five policemen. I was back into convulsions again, which was really a drag, and I tried to tell the doctors and the nurses and the student interns that I'd run out of barbiturates and overshot speed.... I could speak sanely, but all my motor nerves were going crazy wild. It looked like I was out of my mind. If you had seen me, you wouldn't have bothered to listen, and none of them did. Oh, God, it was a nightmare. Finally six big spade attendants came and held me down on a stretcher. They terrified me... their force against mine. I got twice as bad. I just flipped. I told them if they'd just let go of me, I would calm down and stop kicking and fighting. But they wouldn't listen and they started to tell each other what stages of hallucinations I was in... how I imagined myself an animal. All these things totally unreal to my mind and just guessed on their part. Oh, it was insane. Then they plunged a great needle into my butt and BAM! out I went for two whole days. When I woke up, wow! Rats all over the floor, wailing and screaming. We ate potatoes with spoons. The doctors at Bellevue finally contacted my private physician, and after five days he came and got me out. They sent me back to Gracie Square, a private mental hospital that cost a thousand dollars a week. I was there for five months. Then I ran away with a patient and we went to an apartment in the Seventies somewhere which belonged to another patient in the hospital, who gave us the keys. The guy I ran away with was twenty, but he'd been a junkie since the age of nine, so he was pretty emotionally retarded and something of a drag. I didn't have any pills, so, kind of ravaging around, I went to see a gynecologist and a pretty well-off one. He asked me if I would like to shoot up some acid with him. I hadn't much experience with acid, but I wasn't afraid. He closed his office at five, and we took off in his Aston Martin and drove up the coast... no, what's the name of that river? The Hudson. We stopped at a motel and he gave me three ampules of liquid Sandoz acid, intravenously, mainlining, and he gave himself the same amount and he completely flipped, I was hallucinating and trying to tell him what I was seeing. I'd say, "I see rich, embroidered curtains, and I see people moving in the background. It's the Middle Ages and I am a princess, " and I told him he was some sort of royalty. We made love from eight in the evening until seven in the morning with ecstatic climax after climax, just going insane with it, until he realized it was seven and he had to get back to his office to open it at eight-thirty. He gave me a shot to calm me down, and because I couldn't come down, I took about fourteen Placidyls. On the way back something very strange happened. I didn't realize I was going to say it, but I said out loud, "I wish I was dead"... the love and the beauty and the ecstasy of the whole experience I'd just gone through were really so alien. I didn't even know the man... it had been a one-night jag... he was married and had children... and I just felt lost. It hardly seemed worth living any more because once again I was alone. He dropped me off at the apartment where I was staying with the runaway patient. I had a little Bloody Mary when I got there, and dropped a few more Placidyls. With my tolerance, nothing should have happened, but I suddenly went into a coma. My eyes rolled back in my head. It was lucky... I had called an aide, Jimmy, at the hospital - he had been a good friend - I had called him anonymously and asked him to come and visit us. He happened to turn up just as I went into the coma. He and the heroin addict tried to wake me up. They slapped me and pumped my chest and they put me in a bathtub full of really cold water. Jimmy began to call hospitals - not psychiatric but medical - and one of them actually told them to let me sleep it off. But Jimmy just flipped. He knew I was dying, and he was right. He called Lenox Hill Hospital, and the police finally came. Jimmy and the heroin addict were taken into custody, and I was rushed to the hospital. I was actually declared dead. My mother was called... and then BAM! I started breathing again. I was pretty shaken up by what happened because I didn't understand how I could have almost gone out on just fifteen Placidyls when I used to live on thirty-five three-grain Tunials a day, plus alcohol. They released Jimmy and the junkie, but of course I was still in the trap. I thought I was fine and that I could leave. But a psychiatrist came to interview me and I was put in the New York State Psychiatric Institute at Columbia Presbyterian Hospital - committed on the grounds of unintentional, unconscious suicide. It was a pretty devastating experience. They put me on eight hundred milligrams of Thorazine four times a day plus six hundred milligrams at bedtime - an ugly-tasting liquid, but it took quick effect and you couldn't hide the pills or spit them out later. I had all kinds of bad reactions from it - I'd get bad tremors and all itchy and wormy. I said I wasn't going to take the stuff any more, no matter what, so they finally took me off it one day. I had a seizure, vomited all over the floor, and I couldn't get tremendous dosages of Thorazine, but they accused me of importing drugs and taking them there in the hospital. My doctor was young... a resident... and I just told him, "You think I've taken drugs. There's no point in even reasoning with you. I'll just go to some other hospital." I expected to go to some plush, tolerable hospital, but I was not accepted in any private hospital with the record they gave me. They committed me to Manhattan State on Ward's Island, in the middle of the East River, next to the prison. It was one of the most unpleasant experiences I've ever been through. Really terrifying. I lived in a big dormitory on a ward with about sixty to eighty women. We did all the mopping, cleaning, making beds, scrubbing toilets. And the people there were just so awful. Really pathetic. Some of them were mean. The staff completely ignored you except to administer medication. I thought it was never going to end. In Manhattan State, even in there, there were pushers. One girl who lived in a smaller dormitory - there were two with about ten beds in them - was pushing speed and heroin. And because I'd been warned that if ever you were caught using drugs in a state hospital you'd be criminally punished, I didn't touch any drugs during the three months I was there.
Джерард Артур Уэй (1977)