GODDAMN THE PUSHERMAN

​I don’t understand why these idiots are lacing the heroin with Fentanyl.

If anything sell it “seperate”. 

But, the “pushers”, (they aren’t ‘dealers’), are just looking to make coin – cut the product with everything and anything. 

They don’t have a clue what they are doing because they DON’T GIVE A CRAP ABOUT THE LIVES THEY ARE TAKING AS LONG AS THEY CAN DRIVE THEIR BENZ AND PRETEND TO BE PLAYERS.

You sell heroin, fentanyl or oxycontin you should get life and have to become an addict and be forced to go through withdrawals every second week. 

Frack these low life motherfrackers – ruining family after family and the rap world makes them into “idols“. 

Young people growing up in a society that gives praise to gun toting, life destroying sub-human goofs.

Frack the gangsta bastards!!!!! 

Say whatever you want to me. I care not!
I was a junkie all my teen years because my older brother decided I would be his “tester“. 

Used my childhood as his personal quality control lab. 

End result? 

Me in a federal prison for many years. 

Me spending over five decades trapped in the circle of drugs and violence. In sadness and disparity. 

Leaving a trail of destruction and mistrust in my wake.

I will go to my grave never understanding why today’s society GLORIFIES gangsters and dealers.

Never understanding why they all think it is cool or alright to run around armed for war and sell drugs and young women so they can pull into their government housing complex and brag how they are “living the high life”.

In my years I have met many rich dealers. 

But they were only rich till their doors got kicked.

How many times have I heard a dude say,

“I have a hundred thousand in my accounts.  A Benz and a Lexus. I’m wearing all Gucci.”

Then Officer Bob kicks their door

Then Judge Judy gives them fifteen years. 

Do the math – 100,000 divided by 15 = 6666.

Hmmmmmmm, lot of satanic sixes there.

SO, END RESULT?  

THESE ‘RICH’ GHETTO GANGSTERS END UP MAKING HALF A WELFARE CHEQUE A YEAR.

BUT, YET, WE HAVE THREE GENERATIONS OF YOUTH AND ADULTS WORSHIPPING THESE BASTARDS.

I know,  I used to be a bastard. 

I know, I used to be a customer. 

I know, I did my time.

So today this old LightHouse says unto you,  

Sell opiates? Do life with no parole.” 

Ask yourself this,  

Why are we manufacturing such extremely addictive and dangerous painkillers that are being prescribed to any patient with a good story?”

THE ANSWER IS KICKBACKS AND GREED.

GODDAMN THE PUSHERMAN

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About LightHouse Dann Verner

I am a 'Lighthouse' - I spread the message of Peace, Love, Forgiveness and Light to all whom may overstand the necessity of becoming one with each other and all the Gods have laid at our feet.
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5 Responses to GODDAMN THE PUSHERMAN

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  2. Mosher says:

    You’re so full of shit. What gangsters do you know?

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  3. Mosher – firstly, my life and crimes are public record. I have no idea who you are, but to ask someone to name names on a public forum shows that you sir/madame are one of the victims of today’s tragic youth.

    Secondly, I value all readers opinions so say whatever you wish as it allows for more educated readers to understand the validity of my topics.

    Society does not function by crime rewards or the destruction of “family values”. Sooner or later it all falls down.

    It is shallow attitudes and uneducated people that are the catalyst within the diminishing of a prolific existence.

    Opiates are everywhere and – unfortunately – so are welfare gangsters who survive on taking advabtage of other souls .

    Karma always wins in the end. It won over me – lost years of my life, couldn’t attend my sons funeral, buried many friends and carried many caskets.

    Look at what the Greater Toronto Area has become – a shooting gallery.

    And life goes on.

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