Excellent BBC article about Barrow's battle with alcohol.

What up G?

Fuck that sounds gay. Remind me that I'm a bleeding miserable old cunt. Not a shit talking nigger.


Top of the morning gents,

Some days I just can't believe the native village I piss and shit all over is more violent than the killing fields of the Pacific Northwest.

Ho hum. Folks are dying all around us. Boring. Kids are getting treated like aboriginal man-pussy. Yawn. Wives are gittin' beat. Now I'm interested. Nothing more satisfying than to silence shrill irritants that NEVER become pearls.

I'm thinking that tampons and pads best be laced with arsenic or Ex-Lax. Soon you'll be eating yer wives Prem-Pro to ease those painful lacerations on yer dick.

But, only will I'll know you've matured to my advanced level is when I see you purchasing Silk. You'll know what I'm talking about when you see yer poor wife fall apart in front of you. Silk is a menopausal mother's little helper. Non-detergent LOF-don't taste too awful bad neither.

Mother Nature ain't fucking fair at all. I was under the belief I'd be dead already from liver failure, lung disease or drain bramage (drink, toke LSD) Nup. None of the above. Those organs are still perty gud. So's my dick.

I'll save the Viagra for my 60th birthday, I hear mixing Levitra with meth and bong rips will turn yer dick into a day care combine. I mean a senior center corn shucker and mule skinner.

Speaking of us lads: this rapidly aging Hitler Youth, I just got back from the Samuel Simmons Infection connection and my cholesterol is 150, my bp is 112 over 72 with an EKG that displays minimal cardio vascular prison trauma and pulse round 68. Not bad for a chain marijuana smoker, heavier drinker than any mick or ice nigger and eat more mushrooms and acid than Stuart Shreve.

Yet, according to my 50,000 year old Norse DNA instructional manual, my pancreas will steadily decrease in function. Diet and exercise for the last decade kept me dead level 210 pounds and skinny. No easy matter. You try to convince a drug addicted NAZI Finn with munchies 24/7 NOT to graze constantly like a tundra monkey. As I pass the half century mark I'll be adding pills to my drug piles tweaking my A1C--trim tabbing round 6.5-7.5

That is, IF I stick to this fucked up healthy lifestyle. I miss my cigarettes. I miss snarfing PILES of good blow, chugging cold keg beer and pissing in someone else's gas tank. I miss waking up in the front yard or puking in my grow room. I also miss working against you fuckers instead of with ye. No fun working within the constraints of yer fucking narc contracts. Oops. I never read them. Drug dealer Finns are invariably slydexic and Attention...

Where was I? Oh, Silk is found in the Vagina Section at AC. It's 10W-30 donkey lube dudes. "Time to grease the cat's butt." (240 Gordy Kelly) Us old dudes cain't never wear condoms, cuz they catch fire and melt when rubbed vigorously against hardened sap. Yoy?

I had a good run on the PFD predatory run. Sold a butt load of guns, keeping the Ruger Super Dick Hawk. Single action long barrel 44 magnum my bunnik bought me, cuz she's real native. No gun? No biscuit mr. tunnik boy. Rape makes fer happier interracial marriages.

Just try to prosecute me for raping my wife. Instead of cruelty towards hookers drowned I take ALL my business home: Good, Bad and Ugly. Fuck it. I'm married which means I don't have to ask. Nor be nice about it. If I ever fooled around with yer dumber wives, you'd know it. They'd be dead.

Or in a wheelchair. So count yer blessings ye dumb fucks. Those nasty hairs on yer toilet ain't pubes, they're my whiskers. I pluck a few of my longest beard hairs and carefully place 1 or 2 on your toilet seat and lid. Ya see, I cackle evil at the phony notion that yer nugger wives shed hair like a mangy beaver.

I'm an asshole.

All us Washington shit heads like to beat and suffocate our pussy and God loves those that reach across the racial and IQ divide for a spouse. Not us niggers, our Asian/Sino/Inu derivative life support systems fer penis holsters. Dang slagger bitches married dumb with us Casper coons eh bart?

Nulik-me Finn: tall and slender and punching where it's tender. Got wood?

Squaw boys all ye. I don't pimp my ride. I pimp my wife making her sew, cook and serve as my very own personal ball washer. Fuck ye. After she chews my boots, she chews my grisle. Loveliest women on the slope, happily married, happily retired: high steppin' yeller.

That's why Squaw men wink at each other. We file down teeth with our dicks.

$20K in crowns and dental cosmetics are like GTO (gas, tires and oil) to a squaw boy like me. But it's worth it. The dark sillouette ain't my shadow, it's my Eakimo wife 20 paces behind me.

Cheers mates. Bigger noses and more boners.

"Addiiga we sure go oochuk-laq." Dean Westlake age 91. Same condom. Newer diaper.


Karla biach.


PS. Suffer as we may, at least we ain't married to any of these invading save the natives pear shaped fat cunt lesbo dike bitch-cunt white ladies.

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Alaska alcohol: Bootleg bounty?

By Stephen Chittenden
BBC Radio Five Live, Alaska

At the Barrow Distribution Centre business is brisk, and so it should be as the only place for 200 miles (320 km) where you can get alcohol.

Locals trot eagerly up the icy front steps, before emerging to struggle back down laden with cases of beer, bottles of spirits and boxes of red wine.

There is a party spirit among the steady stream of customers.

One woman is obviously pleased with her choice.

"I've got two cases of this great beer that I found, and a couple of bottles of tequila. I got just what I wanted," she says.

The drink is loaded in their trucks then driven away through the snow to their homes.

Wet, dry, damp

The Barrow Distribution Centre is a small blue-painted wooden shack which stands on stilts right next to the town's airport, a symbol of Barrow's status as a so-called "damp" town, where alcohol is neither freely available nor banned outright.

Barrow's supermarket shelves are stocked with dozens of soft drinks and juice, but alcohol is nowhere to be seen.

There are no bars in Barrow, not even in the many tourist hotels. Signs displayed in hotel lobbies warn they are Strictly No Alcohol. Guests are warned of fines up to $300 (£171) and police eviction for anyone caught breaking the rules.

There is a history of alcohol abuse among native people in Alaska, so under the State's system of local referendums many communities choose to restrict consumption.

Barrow's Police Captain Leon Boyea has to deal with more alcohol-related crime than anything else.

"Alcohol is the drug of choice on the North Slope", he says.

He explains how excessive drinking has put Alaska near the top of the US table for crimes such as domestic violence and sexual assault.

Barrow has a large native population of Inupiat Eskimos. It is neither "wet" like Anchorage, where alcohol is freely sold, nor dry like the Inupiat villages of Kaktovik, Point Hope and Wainwright where even the possession of alcohol is illegal.

Instead, drink is available only to permit-holding residents who must order it from Fairbanks, 500 miles south, before paying to have it flown into Barrow. The permits cost $50 each year, and there is an administration charge on top.

Local laws

Most of the customers at the Distribution Centre seemed to think the system works.

"I think it's right because that's what the local people have decided," said a woman carrying a case of American beer.

"That's why Alaska has local option laws, so each community gets to decide. If you go to Nome you can drink, but people here decided that rather than having no access there would be some, and I think that works."

But another said he was frustrated at the cost of the process.

"I am from the Philippines and I think Barrow should have a liquor store here. We pay $50 for a permit then we go to the police department, then to the city. Every year it's $50."

But the restrictions do not stop there, as there are strict quotas for how much each person can receive each month.

Strict but generous: each individual is allowed 4.5 litres (6 bottles) of spirits, 20 litres (26 bottles) of wine and 5 cases of beer.

Order all that and consume it in one month, and you have a serious drinking problem, according to Capt Boyea.

Don't drink it all and sell it on illegally instead, and the problem becomes his.

"The biggest problem we have here is the sale of alcohol illegally, bootleg alcohol," he says,

"You get people who have a full order, keep some for themselves, and then sell the rest. It's actually a very lucrative trade. It makes sense to buy a product like whisky for $11 and sell it for $100 and that's what you can do. You can sell it in a dry village for $150."

Domestic violence

Selling alcohol in Barrow is a felony, a criminal offence that carries a penalty of up to five years in jail.

And one customer at the Distribution Centre, who asked not to be named, laughed off the idea of widespread bootlegging.

Strict rules in public but police fear alcohol abuse is rising

"Bootlegging? It's against the law so nobody does it," he insisted.

When asked if he's certain no-one else is selling on their quota he laughs again.

"No, nope we don't sell, we don't bootleg around here, and we drink it all. All in one night. I joke."

But things may be changing for the better.

As deputy director of behavioural health for North Slope Borough Council, Gail Reed is responsible for dealing with alcohol and drug addiction.

She accepts there are major problems in the community, but has recently become more optimistic.

"I see a maturing of the community where there's less ambivalence about the harm and damage of drugs and alcohol," she says.

"There's a realisation that this is where we are, but this is not where we want to be.

"There's now honest conversation about alcohol abuse and all that goes along with that, the domestic violence, chaotic families, putting children at risk. I continue to be inspired by a vision of a healthy community."

But the police fear the opposite is the case, that drinking is on the rise and the reported cases of alcohol-related crimes such as domestic violence and bootlegging point to a serious problem.