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“From ‘You Shithead’ to ‘Have a Nice Life’: A Journey in Self-Restraint”

Hey, happy Sunday night, wherever the hell you might be. So, I’ve been way too glued to social media lately. Honestly, people are losing their minds out there. Half of them are raging about TDS, and the other half look like they’d gladly watch the world burn if it meant kicking Trump out. It’s like everyone’s main hobby is being pissed off at each other. Grab some popcorn, because apparently, this is the new national sport.

Let me introduce you to something I like to call the “you shit head letter.”

Let me tell you about something I’ve perfected over the years. I call it the “you shit head letter.” It’s not trademarked or anything, but it damn well should be. The concept is simple: whenever some insufferable asshole—like the kind who makes you question if they share DNA with a brick wall—pushes you to the edge, you don’t respond right away. Nope. You take a deep breath, resist the urge to hit “send,” and instead, you write the most cathartic, profanity-laden masterpiece you’ve ever created. This isn’t just any letter. Oh, no. It’s a literary middle finger wrapped in words.

Let me tell you how this whole thing works. First, I write. And then, I write some more. Seriously, by the time I’m done, I’ve practically written a novella—just to explain, in excruciating detail, how fucking stupid someone is. And then, when I think I’ve exhausted every creative insult in the English language? I keep writing. Because why not?

Then what? Do I send it? Oh, hell no. I save it. Somewhere on my OneDrive, there’s a folder of these masterpieces. And honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised if some government spy is sitting in front of a monitor right now, reading my rants and laughing their ass off. That’s fine. Laugh it up, buddy. Just don’t publish it, or I will absolutely sue under copyright law. I might be petty, but I’m not stupid.

Anyway, once I’ve exorcised the stupidity-induced rage from my system, I sleep on it. And when I wake up—calmer, slightly less homicidal—I go back and read the letter. That’s when I follow a little exercise in self-restraint that I like to call THINK.

Here’s how it works:

T: Is it the Truth?

H: Is it Honest?

I: Is it Inspiring?

N: Is it Necessary?

K: Is it Kind?

And let me tell you, the “You Shithead” letter absolutely fails this test. Every single time.

Is it the truth? Oh, most definitely.

Is it honest? You bet your ass it is.

Is it inspiring? Uh…no. Unless you consider inspiring someone to cry into their pillow a win.

Is it necessary? It felt like it last night, but in the cold light of day? Probably not.

Is it kind? Fuck no. It’s the opposite of kind. It’s downright savage.

So yeah, the “You Shithead” letter never sees the light of day. But damn, does it feel good to write.

But guess what I didn’t do?

Yeah, start a war with someone I disagreed with.

There is common ground out there. Somewhere. Probably buried under all the bullshit we keep piling on top of it. The problem is, we’d need to stop tripping over our own egos long enough to actually look for it. And let’s be real, that’s not exactly humanity’s strong suit. Here’s the kicker, though: searching for common ground? Not sexy. Not flashy. It doesn’t go viral, it doesn’t rack up likes, and it definitely doesn’t make you the star of some TikTok rant. You know what does get attention? Being a keyboard warrior.

Social media has basically turned us all into part-time gladiators, except instead of swords, we’re armed with shitty opinions, zero accountability, and a Wi-Fi connection. And let’s face it—it’s so much easier to call someone a moron online than to actually have a real conversation. Who needs nuance when you can just drop a snarky comment and rack up some imaginary internet points? Nuance takes effort. Snark is instant. And honestly, it’s addicting. You hit “post” and BAM—you’re a hero in your own head, even if you’re just shouting into the void.

But here’s where it all goes to shit. This constant stream of digital venom isn’t just harmless venting. It’s like dumping gasoline on a fire that’s already out of control. We’re not just creeping toward the edge of some global catastrophe, we’re practically sprinting toward a full-blown war with each other. Not, like, a nation-against-nation war. No, this is worse. It’s a war where empathy, understanding, and basic human decency are the first casualties. And for what? So you can roast someone who used the wrong “your/you’re” on Facebook?

So yeah, common ground exists. But finding it means doing the one thing most people on the internet absolutely refuse to do: shutting the fuck up. It means resisting the urge to win every argument, humiliate every stranger, and prove you’re smarter than some random person you’ve never even met. It means pausing for a second and remembering that behind every screen is another flawed, messy, probably-overcaffeinated human being. Just like you.

I’ve got a lot of people on my social media. If you’re on my “friends list,” odds are pretty good I’ve met you, shaken your hand, and wouldn’t mind grabbing a drink with you if the stars aligned. I mean, I don’t just friend random strangers—I save that kind of recklessness for impulse Amazon purchases and gas station sushi.

Now, writers? Writers are some of the most wildly diverse people I know. And by diverse, I mean they can range anywhere from “delightful conversationalist” to “I need a drink to survive this interaction.” I remember one left-wing loon in particular. Trying to find common ground with her was like trying to convince a cat to take a bath—it just wasn’t happening. In the end, the best I could do was agree that we both have red blood. That’s it. That’s all we had in common.

I have no idea where she was born, where she grew up, or what series of life events convinced her that she was right about absolutely everything and the rest of us were just walking disasters. But hey, she probably thought the same thing about me. That’s the fun of it, right?

At the end of the day, when we parted ways, we both managed to wave goodbye—using all of our fingers, mind you, not just the middle one. And that’s the point. The thing worth noting here is this: it’s not about agreeing on everything. The real effort, the thing that makes us human and keeps us from tearing each other apart, is striving to find common ground. Even if that ground is just, “Well, at least we’re both technically alive.”

Here’s one last piece of advice I’d offer, and it’s this: try arguing the issue from the other person’s point of view. No, seriously. Give it a shot. Pretend you’re them and make the case for whatever it is they’re so passionate about. Like, why 64 million abortions is biblical, or totally fine, or falls under “my body, my choice.” Hell, even try arguing why abortion up to the ninth month is perfectly acceptable.

Now, let me be clear—any sane person is probably going to struggle (read: fail spectacularly) at making a convincing argument for something they fundamentally disagree with. And honestly, you might not get very far. But here’s the thing: I’ve found it’s a pretty effective learning experience to at least try to see where the other person is coming from. Even if their logic feels like it was cooked up on a rusty waffle iron.

And if that doesn’t work? If, after all your mental gymnastics, you still can’t find a shred of common ground or even a glimpse of understanding? Well, that’s when you break out the trusty “you shit head letter.” Write it all down, every insult, every “how the hell do you function in society” thought that crosses your mind. Don’t hold back. But—this is key—don’t send it. Sleep on it.

Then, when you come back to it the next day, edit it down to a simple, “Bless your heart, have a nice life.” Trust me, it’s the perfect mix of passive-aggressiveness and closure. Plus, it saves you the headache of a long, drawn-out argument that neither of you is ever going to win.

While I’m sitting here typing this, just remember: this shit doesn’t write itself. Seriously. So how about throwing me a little love? A like, a share, maybe even a follow if you’re feeling generous. And hey, a comment wouldn’t hurt either—bonus points if it’s not spam or you telling me I’m wrong about something.

In case you didn’t know, I’m an author. And while this blog post was fun to write, let’s not kid ourselves—it’s also marketing. Gotta keep the hustle alive, right?

Anyway, have a great week next week. Or don’t. I’m not your boss.

-Best

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Is it him, or is it you?

Let’s talk about this mess we call political theater, shall we? Because holy shit, the amount of stupid shit happening on the world stage these days is staggering. It’s like watching a soap opera, but with worse scripts, uglier actors, and way more assholes. Social media, of course, eats this crap up. Every time a politician stumbles—physically, verbally, or just by existing—you’ve got the same lineup of Twitter warriors ready to pounce. They’re like rabid dogs foaming at the mouth, eager to unleash a fresh “buffoon” meme just so they can feel something inside their cold, dead hearts. But here’s the thing: how much of the shitstorm we see is real, and how much of it is just a big, steaming pile of manufactured chaos? Buckle up, because I’m about to take you behind the curtain of one of the dumbest political spectacles I’ve ever seen.

The UN Incident: A Shitshow for the Ages

Alright, so recently, our fearless president (pause for laughter) was at the United Nations doing his thing—you know, standing at a podium, attempting not to piss off the entire world. Pretty standard day for a world leader.But, oh no, the man looked a little wobbly at the microphone, and the internet collectively shit its pants. Cue the “He’s a moron!” comments. “What a buffoon!” someone shouts. “Did he forget how to human?” chimes in another. Honestly, it’s like a goddamn sport at this point, and these people are playing for the championship title of “Biggest Internet Dickhead.”But wait—because here’s the part no one talks about. You know, the part where the universe decided to fuck with him just to see if he’d break.First, the escalator incident. Picture this: the president and first lady are riding an escalator on their way up to the stage. Seems simple enough, right? WRONG. Because mid-ascent, some genius decides to turn off the goddamn escalator. Who the hell even does that?! I’m not saying it was a secret assassin-level mission to make them faceplant, but let’s be honest—it would’ve made for some killer viral footage. One wrong move, and we’d all be watching a slow-motion tumble meme for the next decade.But wait—because the shitstorm wasn’t done brewing.Next up, our guy makes it to the microphone, probably thinking, “Well, at least I didn’t fall on my face.” And BAM! The teleprompter dies. Just straight-up goes dark like someone unplugged it to charge their phone. Now, I don’t care who you are—when you’re standing in front of the world’s most powerful leaders and your script disappears, you’re gonna sweat a little. Hell, most of us would burst into tears and fake a fainting spell just to GTFO.But not this guy. Oh no. He decides to go rogue and wing it. He cracks some jokes, throws in a few ad-libs, and keeps the train rolling. Classic Trump. Of course, this makes his haters absolutely lose their fucking minds. Because God forbid he tries to lighten the mood when the teleprompter gods have clearly conspired against him.

The Double Standard: Could You Do Better, Karen?

Let’s take a moment to reflect: What if this shit happened to you? Imagine you’re at work, giving the most important presentation of your life, and suddenly someone yanks the PowerPoint out from under you. Oh, and they also turned off the elevator on your way up, so you had to awkwardly stumble into the room, already sweaty and pissed off.Could you keep your cool? Would you ad-lib your way to greatness? Or would you stand there like a deer in headlights while Brenda from accounting live-tweets your breakdown? Be honest—you’d fucking crumble. But when it’s a public figure, we just grab our popcorn and laugh like we’re watching a shitty sitcom.

The Reality of Political Theater

Here’s the thing: politics is one big circus. And not the fun kind with popcorn and elephants—it’s the kind where everyone’s drunk, the clowns are creepy, and someone’s probably going to get stabbed. What we see on social media is just the surface-level stupidity, carefully edited for maximum outrage. But behind the scenes? It’s a goddamn war zone. People are setting traps, pulling stunts, and spinning narratives like their lives depend on it.The escalator didn’t just “stop.” The teleprompter didn’t just “malfunction.” Shit like this doesn’t just happen. It’s all part of a bigger game, and we’re the idiots sitting in the bleachers, cheering for the chaos.

Final Thoughts: Humanity Is Exhausting

Look, I get it. Politicians aren’t exactly easy to love. Most of them are rich, out-of-touch, and probably don’t know how much a gallon of milk costs. But at the end of the day, they’re still human. They trip. They sweat. They get sabotaged by escalators and teleprompters from hell. And maybe—just maybe—we should cut them a little slack.Or don’t. Honestly, it’s more fun to watch people lose their shit over stupid things. Just remember: the next time you see a viral clip of someone “failing,” there’s probably more to the story. Or maybe there’s not, and they really are just a buffoon. Either way, political theater is just another chapter in the never-ending saga of stupid shit humans do.

Let’s get one thing straight: if you hate this president, there’s absolutely nothing—and I mean nothing—he could ever do to make you say anything remotely nice about him. Period. Full stop. End of story. He could personally save your dog from a burning building, hand you a wad of cash, and solve your student loan debt, and you’d still find a way to say, “Yeah, but he’s still a dick.”And don’t even get me started on the media. Those guys are like a pack of rabid hyenas, frothing at the mouth to tear apart every single thing he does. The coverage is, what, 97% negative? Ninety-freaking-seven percent. That’s about as close to unanimous hatred as you can get without someone sending out a “Destroy Trump” group email.

Meanwhile, Back in Reality…

Here’s the kicker: the country is actually doing better than it has in years. Let me say that again for the people in the back: things are going pretty damn well.Crime? Down. D.C., which is basically a madhouse on a good day, is somehow safer than it’s been in a while. Your dollar? Worth more. The economy? Chugging along nicely. But does any of that matter to the people who hate him? Hell no. He could literally cure cancer tomorrow—like, “Hey guys, I found the cure, it was in my sock drawer the whole time,”—and the haters would still lose their minds.“Oh, but why didn’t he cure it sooner?”
“This is just a distraction from [insert random scandal here]!”
“Sure, he cured cancer, but what about climate change?”
“Why is he even wearing socks?!”It’s like people are determined to hate him, no matter what. He could walk on water, and they’d just complain about how his shoes got wet.

The Bottom Line: Some People Just Wanna Hate

Look, I’m not saying you have to love the guy. Hell, you don’t even have to like him. But let’s at least be honest here: if you hated him from the start, you’re never going to give him credit for anything. It doesn’t matter what he does. He could fix the economy, solve world hunger, and rescue a kitten from a tree, and you’d still find a way to call him an asshole.And honestly? That says more about you than it does about him.So, go ahead and keep hating. But at some point, maybe take a step back and ask yourself: Am I mad because he’s actually terrible, or am I just mad because it’s trendy to hate him? Either way, congratulations—you’re officially part of the political theater circus. Grab some popcorn and enjoy the show.

Why ‘Ask Your Doctor If Death Is Right for You’ Works

Years ago I worked at an advertising agency. We had to be creative. Today while watching the news I was shocked by the big pharma ads. The tag line: is death right for you, came to mind.

Thinking back to those days, I formulated an ad campaign that would never get played, but it should. Do we really need pills that keep us hooked on more pills to fix the side effects of those pills?

Tell me what you think.

Alright, team. Gather ‘round. I’ve got a pitch for you that’s equal parts brilliance, absurdity, and just the right amount of “what the actual f***.” You’re going to love it. Or hate it. Either way, we’re making history—and probably pissing off Big Pharma in the process.

Picture this: A pharmaceutical commercial. But not just any pharmaceutical commercial. Oh no, this isn’t your run-of-the-mill “cure one thing, destroy seven others” nonsense. This is bold, it’s darkly funny, and it’s honest. Strap in, because I’m about to sell you the next big thing in healthcare advertising.

Opening Scene: A Hallmark Dream

We start with the usual formula—because let’s face it, the best parody thrives on clichés.

Imagine a serene meadow: golden sunlight pouring through the trees, a golden retriever frolicking in slow motion, and a woman spinning in circles like she just discovered her life has been sponsored by Xanax. The piano music? Uplifting. The visuals? Pinterest-worthy. The voiceover? Smooth as silk.

“Are you tired of your minor discomfort? Is that pesky rash ruining your Tuesday? Does your slight headache feel like the universe is conspiring against you? Introducing PanaceaX™—because being mildly inconvenienced is clearly the worst thing that can happen to you.”

Cue the woman laughing with her family. She’s baking cookies with zero regard for her gluten intolerance. The dog’s wagging its tail like it’s auditioning for a Disney movie. You feel warm, cozy, safe. But then… oh, then, the voiceover takes a turn.

The Twist: Side Effects from Hell

“Side effects may include nausea, dizziness, dry mouth, explosive diarrhea, uncontrollable vomiting, hallucinations, existential dread, spontaneous combustion, and, oh yeah—death.”

Pause for dramatic effect.

“Ask your doctor if PanaceaX™ is right for you.”

Now, let’s linger on this for a second. Death. We’re not even trying to sugarcoat it. We’re leaning all the way in. Because, let’s be real—half the drugs on the market already come with side effects that sound like rejected horror movie plots. Why not own it?

The tagline? Simple, catchy, and just the right amount of nihilistic charm:

“PanaceaX™: Because if you’re gonna die anyway, you might as well do it medicated.”

Now, I know what you’re thinking: “But how do we make people laugh about something as horrifying as spontaneous internal bleeding or uncontrollable rage?” Easy. We do what pharmaceutical ads already do—bury it under a montage of happy people living their best lives. Except we call attention to how absolutely insane it is.

The voiceover speeds up, auctioneer-style. You know the drill: “Nausea. Vomiting. Headaches. Diarrhea so explosive it’ll put food poisoning to shame. Dry mouth so bad you’ll think you’ve been licking sandpaper. And for those of you lucky enough to hit the jackpot: sudden personality changes, hallucinations, and the occasional bout of spontaneous combustion. PanaceaX™: Because nothing says ‘healthcare’ like becoming a walking dumpster fire.”

Meanwhile, the visuals continue to show people doing things that have nothing to do with the drug. A dad teaching his kid to ride a bike. A couple on a beach. A grandma knitting a sweater for her cat. No one’s vomiting. No one’s combusting. It’s all lies. But that’s the beauty of it.

Let’s Talk About the Rare Side Effects

Now, this is where we really shine. These aren’t your run-of-the-mill “oops, I sneezed too hard” side effects. Oh no. These are the real gems. The ones that make you question your life choices.

Uncontrollable Rage: Perfect for holiday dinners with the in-laws.

Sudden Hair Loss: Because bald is the new black.

Loss of Taste: Both literal and metaphorical. Say goodbye to your sense of flavor and your fashion sense.

Spontaneous Internal Bleeding: A fun surprise for everyone involved.

Death: The ultimate cure for all ailments. Guaranteed 100% effective every time.

And we have to include this one: “May cause an irrational fear of ducks.” Why? Because it’s weird, it’s random, and it makes people pay attention.

The Irony of It All

Here’s the kicker, folks: The diseases these drugs are treating? They’re usually not that big a deal. Heartburn? Allergies? A little anxiety? You don’t need a pill for that—you need a nap and a decent therapist. But no, we’ve been conditioned to think that every minor inconvenience requires a chemical solution. And let’s be honest, we eat it up. Why? Because the ads show us what we want to see: happiness, health, freedom.

That’s the genius of it. They dangle the perfect life in front of us, and we bite. Even if the fine print basically says, “May cause your organs to implode.”

Final Scene: The Closing Pitch

So here’s how we wrap it up. The screen fades to black. The piano music swells. The logo for PanaceaX™ appears, glowing softly. And the voiceover delivers the final line with just the right amount of smug optimism:

“PanaceaX™: Ask your doctor if death is right for you. (Spoiler alert: It probably is.)”

Cue the woman spinning in the meadow one last time, but this time, she’s holding a giant bottle of PanaceaX™ like it’s the Holy Grail.

Why This Works

This pitch is self-aware, sarcastic, and just unhinged enough to go viral. It pokes fun at the absurdity of pharmaceutical advertising while staying true to the format. It’s dark, it’s funny, and most importantly—it’s memorable. People will be quoting, “Ask your doctor if death is right for you” for years.

So, what do you think? Are we ready to take the pharmaceutical world by storm, or should we just prescribe ourselves a big ol’ dose of “f*** it” and call it a day?

A Taste of Stupid Shit (Coming Soon to a Brain Near You)

That, my friends, is just a tiny sample of the glorious nonsense you’ll find in The Big Beautiful Book of Stupid Shit, which is currently in the editing process. Yes, I’m editing it—because apparently, society frowns upon just flinging raw stupidity into the world without a little polish. Go figure.

I’m hoping to release it in the next few weeks because, let’s be real, the world desperately needs this. We’re drowning in stupidity every day—on TV, on social media, at family reunions—and someone (me) needs to catalog it, mock it, and gift-wrap it for your reading pleasure.

So, do me a favor: subscribe, follow, comment, and tell me what you think. Or don’t. I’m not your mom. But if you do, you’ll get to say you were here before this book becomes the literary equivalent of a viral cat meme. And let’s face it—who doesn’t want that level of cultural credibility?

Go forth, let your voice be heard and spread the word far and wide. Or don’t. No matter what, this book will come to fruition, and it promises to be an exceptionally enjoyable experience. Stay tuned, and prepare for comedy gold written in bite-sized chapters that will have you laughing as if you were at a live show.

-Best

Who Are You? (The Sarcastic, No-BS Edition)

Let me tell you who I am. I’m the person who spent years in the corporate trenches, leading teams of programmers and professionals, trying to convince them that being themselves wasn’t just some cheesy motivational poster bullshit. You know the one: “Be yourself. Everyone else is taken.” Yeah, that. Except I actually meant it. I told my people to embrace who they were—quirks, flaws, and all—because pretending to be someone else is exhausting. And frankly, most people suck at it anyway.

But here’s the kicker: in today’s world, being yourself is practically a revolutionary act. Why? Because half the country is too busy being spoon-fed propaganda by the fake news machine to even remember who they are. They’re like zombies, but instead of brains, they’re after the next trending hashtag. And don’t even get me started on the other half—they’re too busy arguing with the first half to notice they’re just as lost. It’s a circus, and everyone’s the clown.

In my upcoming book, Stupid Shit (yes, that’s the title, and no, I’m not changing it), I dive into the absurdity of it all. I’ll teach you how to spot the tricks, the traps, and the outright stupidity that keeps people from living authentically. Spoiler alert: it’s everywhere. But hey, at least it’s entertaining.

Why Be Who You Are (Even When Everyone Else Thinks You’re an Idiot)?

Let’s get real for a second. Being yourself is hard. It’s not all sunshine and rainbows and inspirational Instagram quotes. Sometimes, it’s more like standing in the middle of a storm, holding a lightning rod, while everyone around you screams, “Why can’t you just be normal?” But here’s the thing: being yourself is the only way to live a life that doesn’t make you want to punch a wall every morning.

Let me break it down for you:

1. Living Authentically Brings Fulfillment (And Fewer Headaches)

Pretending to be someone you’re not is like wearing a pair of shoes that are two sizes too small. Sure, you might look good for a minute, but eventually, your feet are going to bleed. Living authentically means you stop giving a shit about what other people think and start doing what actually makes you happy. And no, I’m not talking about the kind of “happy” that comes from binge-watching Netflix while eating an entire pizza. I mean the deep, soul-level kind of happy. The kind that makes you wake up and think, “Yeah, I’m killing it.”

2. External Validation Is a Scam (Stop Chasing It)

Here’s a fun fact: no matter how hard you try, you’re never going to make everyone like you. Why? Because people are fickle, judgmental, and often just plain wrong. Chasing their approval is like trying to win a game of Monopoly with no money and no properties—it’s not going to happen, and you’ll just end up flipping the board in frustration. Carl Jung said it best: “The world will ask who you are, and if you don’t know, the world will tell you.” And trust me, the world’s version of you is probably boring as hell.

3. Fake People Attract Fake Friends (And Who Needs That?)

When you’re not being yourself, you attract people who like the fake version of you. And guess what? Those relationships are about as deep as a kiddie pool. When you’re authentic, you attract people who actually like you—flaws, quirks, and all. Sure, it might take longer to find your tribe, but when you do, it’s worth it. Plus, you won’t have to pretend to like pumpkin spice lattes just to fit in. (Unless you actually like them, in which case, carry on.)

4. Your Weirdness Is Your Superpower (Embrace It)

Newsflash: the things that make you different are the things that make you awesome. Trying to fit into someone else’s mold is like trying to shove a square peg into a round hole—it’s awkward, painful, and completely unnecessary. So, you’re a little weird? Good. The world needs more weird. Normal is overrated, and frankly, it’s boring as hell.

5. Rejection Is Inevitable (So You Might as Well Be Yourself)

Here’s the harsh truth: not everyone is going to like you. Some people will think you’re too loud, too quiet, too weird, too whatever. And you know what? That’s fine. Because the people who reject you for being yourself are doing you a favor, they’re clearing the way for the people who actually matter—the ones who will love you for exactly who you are. So, let them go. Bye, Felicia.

At the end of the day, being yourself isn’t just about living authentically—it’s about living without regrets. It’s about looking back on your life and thinking, “Yeah, I did it my way,” instead of, “Why the hell did I spend so much time trying to impress people I don’t even like?” So, stop worrying about what everyone else thinks. Stop trying to fit in. And for the love of all that is holy, stop pretending to like kale. Just be you. The world might not always appreciate it, but trust me, your sanity will.

Don’t forget to subscribe and follow so you can stay updated on my latest posts and be the first to know when and where you can grab your own copy of Stupid Shit. Despite a misleading title, the product’s humor will keep you laughing while also provoking thought.

-Best

Transform Anger into Understanding: The Art of Letter Writing

I am the king… of Shit Head Letters—a title I wear with a mix of humor and humility. Allow me to explain.

Much like my latest project Stupid Shit, due to release soon, there’s a catharsis in writing these letters. When the world feels upside down, and someone you care about has poisoned the well with their grievances—whether over something significant or trivial—it’s easy to let emotions take over. But I’ve learned that going to bed angry or upset only deepens the chaos. Much like the butterfly effect, our words and actions ripple outward, shaping the world around us. So, what do I do with these letters?
I write them. I pour every ounce of frustration, every unspoken word, onto the page. But here’s the key: I don’t send them. Instead, I let them marinate. Over time, those raw, emotional drafts are massaged into something kinder, gentler, and more reasoned. They become a reflection of understanding rather than anger.

Why Not Lash Out?

It’s tempting, isn’t it? To tell the world how ignorant someone is because they don’t agree with you. But before I do, I ask myself:
“What if I’m wrong?”
What if my feelings are based on someone else’s misguided messaging? What if I’m reacting to a misunderstanding rather than the truth?I remind myself of this:

Words are powerful. Use them to build bridges, not walls.

The Power of Words

In a world where opinions often clash, it’s easy to let emotions drive our responses. But hateful rhetoric doesn’t solve problems—it creates them. When we attack others out of anger, we risk escalating tensions and deepening divides. Hate speech, whether online or in person, has been linked to real-world harm, including violence and discrimination. Is that the legacy we want to leave behind?Hate doesn’t just hurt the target—it hurts you, too. Studies show that hateful content can lead to psychological distress for both the sender and the receiver. It damages relationships, reputations, and mental well-being.

Pause Before You Post

Before you hit “send” or “post,” take a moment to reflect:

Is this constructive or destructive?
Am I speaking from a place of understanding or anger?
Will this help solve the issue or make it worse?

Let’s Be the Change

Instead of spreading hate, let’s share ideas, listen to others, and build a community where everyone feels valued. The world doesn’t need more division—it needs more compassion. If you’re angry, write it out. Pound the keyboard until there’s nothing left but exhaustion. But don’t send it. Let it sit. Let it breathe. Until you can address the issue without emotions clouding your judgment, leave it alone.

I believe we can find common ground with anyone. Even if it’s as simple as agreeing on the color of the sky, there’s always a place to start. Let’s agree to disagree when necessary, but let’s also strive to find common ground where we can.

Much love,
A fellow human navigating this messy, beautiful world.

The Case Against SB3: A Defense of THC Use and other Stupid Shit

Why We Shouldn’t Be Making Criminals Out of People Who Just Want to Chill?

Let’s talk about SB3, the legislative dumpster fire that tried to ban THC products in Texas.

My blog posts tend to attract people from all walks of life—some who agree, some who don’t, and some who just want to argue for the sake of arguing. And honestly? I welcome it. I’ve always been the kind of person who asks, “What if…?” even when it annoys the hell out of everyone else in the room. But one thing I won’t do is debate emotions. Facts? Sure. Emotions? That’s a fool’s errand, and I don’t have the patience for it.

So, when Governor DeSantis vetoed Florida’s SB 1698, I had a sneaking suspicion Abbott would follow suit with SB3 in Texas. And thank God he did, because SB3 was one of the dumbest pieces of legislation I’ve seen in a while.

Let’s get real for a second: the reasons for creating SB3 made absolutely no sense. Sure, there are people out there who’ve never inhaled (myself included), but that doesn’t mean I’m on some moral crusade to stop others from enjoying a little THC. Just because I want to keep my brain intact doesn’t mean Karen down the street shouldn’t be allowed to eat a gummy and stare at her ceiling fan for three hours.

But SB3 wasn’t about protecting kids or saving society from the horrors of THC. No, this was about money. Specifically, the medical marijuana industry’s money. THC products are cutting into their monopoly on cannabis, and they’re pissed about it. So, what do they do? They whip out their political cudgels and start swinging, convincing lawmakers to support a bill that even a third grader could see was a blatant cash grab.

Let’s be honest: most of the lawmakers who supported SB3 probably didn’t even believe in it. They were likely told, “Support this bill, or your pet project to build a statue of yourself in your hometown is toast.” And because politicians love their vanity projects, they caved faster than a Jenga tower in a hurricane.

The arguments for SB3 were laughable at best. “We need to protect the children!” they cried (cue Sally Struthers) as if kids are out here buying THC gummies in bulk. Newsflash: kids aren’t buying THC products any more than they’re buying alcohol or cigarettes. And if they are, maybe it’s time for parents to step up and, you know, parent.

The reality is, THC products are already regulated. They’re labeled, tested, and sold in stores that follow the law. The only thing SB3 would’ve accomplished is turning law-abiding adults into criminals for choosing a safer alternative to alcohol or opioids.

The Real Impact of SB3

If SB3 had passed, it wouldn’t have just banned THC products—it would’ve destroyed an entire industry. We’re talking about 53,000 jobs and an $8 billion market, gone overnight. Small businesses, farmers, and veterans would’ve been left out in the cold, all because a few politicians wanted to score points with their donors.

And let’s not forget the people who actually need these products. Veterans, for example, have been vocal about how THC helps them manage PTSD, chronic pain, and anxiety without resorting to opioids. One veteran even said, “These gummies saved my life.” But SB3 would’ve turned those same veterans into criminals for using a product that works for them. How’s that for gratitude?

Thankfully, Governor Abbott vetoed SB3, and for once, I have to give him credit. He recognized that the bill was a disaster waiting to happen. In his veto statement, Abbott pointed out that SB3 would’ve been dead on arrival in court because it directly conflicted with federal law. The 2018 Farm Bill legalized hemp products, and SB3 would’ve put Texas on a collision course with the feds.

Abbott also called for a regulatory framework instead of an outright ban. He suggested treating THC like alcohol, with age restrictions, product testing, and local government involvement. Is it perfect? No. But it’s a hell of a lot better than banning THC altogether.

At the end of the day, SB3 wasn’t about protecting kids or public safety. It was about money, power, and control. The medical marijuana industry wanted to crush its competition, and they almost succeeded. But thanks to Abbott’s veto, the hemp industry gets to live another day.

We shouldn’t be making criminals out of people who just want to relax with a little THC. We have bigger problems to deal with—like actual crime, poverty, and the fact that gas prices are still ridiculous. So let’s stop wasting time on stupid shit like SB3 and focus on things that actually matter.

Until then, I’ll be over here, sipping my coffee and wondering how we got to a point where banning THC gummies is treated like solving world hunger. Cheers.

If you haven’t signed up for my emails yet, now’s the time to get your shit together. Seriously, what are you waiting for? A handwritten invitation? My massive book, Stupid Shit, is coming along beautifully—like a fine wine, except it’s more like boxed wine because it’s cheap, accessible, and will probably leave you questioning your life choices. When it drops, I’ll most likely throw it on KDP (Kindle Direct Publishing, for those of you who don’t speak Amazon), so if you’ve got that account, you can read it and laugh your ass off for free. Yes, free. Because I’m generous like that. Or maybe I just want to make sure you have no excuse not to read it. Either way, you’re welcome.

Now, let me tell you about the genius behind this book. I wrote it in bite-sized chunks. Why? Because I know you. I know you’re busy. I know you don’t have time to sit down and read a 500-page manifesto on the stupidity of humanity. But you do have time to read a few pages while you’re doing your business. That’s right, this book is perfect for bathroom reading. When you’re sitting there, regretting every cheese burrito you’ve ever eaten, you can flip through Stupid Shit and laugh while simultaneously wondering why you thought dairy and beans were a good idea. It’s multitasking at its finest.

So, sign up for the emails. Stay tuned. And prepare yourself for a book that will make you laugh so hard you might just need to buy some extra toilet paper.

Why Stupid Shit Rules the Internet

Let’s be honest: the news is a soul-sucking black hole of despair. It’s like a daily reminder that humanity is collectively riding a unicycle on a tightrope over a pit of lava, and we’re all just hoping the clown in charge doesn’t sneeze. I, for one, can only stomach about two minutes of headlines before I’m ready to yeet my phone into the sun. As long as the sky is still blue, birds are still dive-bombing freshly washed cars with military precision, and gravity hasn’t given up on us yet, I’m good.

So, what do I do instead of doomscrolling? I dive headfirst into the cesspool of distractions: reels, TikTok, and YouTube. These platforms are like the junk food of the internet—deliciously addictive but guaranteed to rot your brain. And let’s be real, they’re also a breeding ground for some of the stupidest shit humanity has ever produced.

When I’m not doomscrolling or watching people do dumb things for clicks, I’m writing. Currently, I’m editing a thriller about a forensic expert who moonlights as an assassin. (Because why not? Who doesn’t love a little murder with their science?) Writing, my friends, is escapism on steroids. Unlike movies, where you’re stuck in someone else’s plot, writing lets you play God. I create worlds, people, places, and scenarios. I can make someone fall in love, get hit by a bus, or both—because I’m the boss.

But editing? Editing is like one of those adult coloring books that are supposed to be relaxing but actually make you want to set the whole thing on fire. It’s tedious, it’s boring, and it requires a level of self-control I simply do not possess. Which is why I keep getting distracted by—you guessed it—stupid shit.

Let’s talk about reels for a second. My God, this is the armpit of society, and I say that with love. Case in point: there’s this girl—no, woman—who has a pet scorpion. Yes, you read that right. A pet scorpion. She proudly shows off this venomous little nightmare, holding up its log like it’s a goddamn trophy, and proceeds to explain how it eats, how poisonous it is, and—wait for it—warns people not to pet it.

No shit, Sherlock. Who in their right mind is out here trying to cuddle a scorpion? “Oh, look at my adorable little murder bug! Isn’t he just the cutest?” No, Karen, he’s not. He’s a living fossil with a stinger that could ruin your whole week.

Let’s take a moment to appreciate the irony here. The word “pet” comes from the Scottish Gaelic word “peata,” which means “tame animal” or “companion.” In what f*cking world does a scorpion fit that definition? Unless you’re cuddling it, stroking it, or teaching it to fetch, it’s not a pet. It’s a red flag with legs.

Fun Fact: Scorpions Glow (and They’re Everywhere)

Now, I live in a place where scorpions are not a novelty—they’re a nuisance. They’re everywhere. I take a blacklight out at night to hunt them because, fun fact, they glow under UV light. It’s like a rave, but instead of dancing, you’re trying not to get stung. And no, I don’t pet them. Once you’ve stepped on one barefoot, you’ll understand why. Spoiler alert: it’s not a pleasant experience.

So, that’s where I’m at with my book, Stupid Shit. It’s coming along nicely, fueled by my fascination with words, my disdain for scorpions, and my love of calling out the ridiculousness of the world. If you want to stay updated on my blogs, book releases, or just want to laugh at the absurdity of life, sign up for my email list.

And as always, have a nice day! Or don’t. I’m not your mom.

Unpacking the Truth Behind Stupid Shit

A sure-fire way to win an election? Easy. Just call 78 million people mentally ill. That’s the kind of genius strategy that screams, “Vote for me, I’m relatable!” Now, Jasmin Crockett is smarter than this—or at least I thought she was. So why the hell did she do it? Did she lose a bet? Was it Opposite Day? Or maybe she just wanted to see how fast she could alienate half the country. Bold move, Jasmin. Bold move.

Personally, I think it is political theater.

Let’s get one thing straight: nobody on either side of the political aisle is mentally ill for believing the stupid shit the media spoon-feeds them. Nope, they’re just regular people, happily slurping up the bullshit stew served daily by their favorite talking heads. And honestly, who can blame them? It’s easier to swallow than thinking for yourself. Thinking is hard. It burns calories. And let’s face it, most of us would rather save those calories for nachos.

Personally, I like to pay closer attention to what people actually do versus what the media tells me they did. Crazy concept, right? It’s almost like I’m trying to use my brain instead of letting it rot into a pile of mushy clickbait. But hey, that’s just me. In my book, Stupid Shit, I break down exactly how you’re being manipulated. Spoiler alert: we all are. And the people pulling the strings? Oh, they’re the ones in power who want to stay in power. Shocking, I know. It’s like discovering that water is wet or that Taco Bell isn’t authentic Mexican cuisine.

The Soros Conspiracy (Or Is It?)

Here’s a fun question to chew on: why did George Soros buy 200 media outlets right before the election? And why did the FCC fast-track the whole process like it was a Kardashian getting a VIP pass to a plastic surgeon? I don’t know much about Mr. Soros. The media paints him as the boogeyman, lurking in the shadows, twirling his mustache, and cackling like a cartoon villain. Is he? Hell if I know. Maybe he’s just a guy who really loves controlling narratives. Or maybe he’s misunderstood, like that one kid in high school who wore a trench coat and listened to death metal but secretly just wanted a hug.

Speaking of boogeymen, let’s talk about Putin and Zelensky. The media portrays Putin as the devil incarnate and Zelensky as Superman. Why? Because it’s easier to sell a story when you’ve got clear heroes and villains. Nuance doesn’t get clicks. Nobody wants to read an article titled, “It’s Complicated: Both Sides Are Kind of Awful.” That’s not sexy. That doesn’t trend on Twitter. But if you want to start a war—domestically or globally—all you have to do is attack what people believe. It’s like poking a bear with a stick, except the bear has nukes and a Twitter account.

The Foundation of Beliefs (And Why They’re Easy to Exploit)

Here’s the thing about people: we’re all walking around with these deeply ingrained beliefs that shape how we see the world. They come from religion, culture, personal experiences, and whatever our parents yelled at us about when we were kids. These beliefs are like the operating system of our brains, and once they’re installed, they’re damn near impossible to uninstall. It’s why people will fight to the death over pineapple on pizza or whether “Die Hard” is a Christmas movie (it is, by the way).

Let’s break it down:

Religious and Spiritual Beliefs

People believe in God, gods, or some cosmic force because it gives them comfort. It’s like a celestial security blanket. Heaven, hell, reincarnation—it’s all part of the package. And don’t forget the moral codes: compassion, honesty, justice. You know, the stuff we all pretend to care about until someone cuts us off in traffic.

Moral and Ethical Principles

Fairness, kindness, hard work—these are the things we tell ourselves we value. But let’s be real: most of us would sell our souls for a free iPhone or a lifetime supply of tacos.

Scientific and Rational Beliefs

Some people trust science and logic. Others think the Earth is flat and vaccines are a government plot to implant microchips. To each their own, I guess.

Cultural and Social Norms

Family values, community, traditions—these are the things that keep society from devolving into complete chaos. Well, most of the time. Unless it’s Thanksgiving, in which case all bets are off.

Personal Identity and Purpose

Everyone wants to feel like they matter. Whether it’s through religion, relationships, or posting selfies on Instagram, we’re all just trying to find meaning in this chaotic shitshow we call life.

Myths and Unproven Ideas

Superstitions, conspiracy theories, and urban legends—these are the cherry on top of the stupid shit sundae. Did you know some people still believe in Bigfoot? Or that the moon landing was faked? Or that pineapple belongs on pizza? Wild.

Philosophical Foundationalism

This is the fancy way of saying, “I believe what I believe because I believe it.” It’s like arguing with a toddler who insists the sky is green. You’re not going to win, so why bother?

Why It All Matters

Foundational beliefs are important because they give us stability and purpose. They help us navigate the world and make sense of the chaos. But they’re also incredibly easy to exploit. Politicians, corporations, and media outlets know this, and they use it to manipulate us. They poke at our beliefs, stir up our emotions, and watch as we tear each other apart. It’s like a reality TV show, except the stakes are real, and nobody wins a cash prize.

So, what’s the takeaway here? Simple: think for yourself. Question everything. And for the love of all that is holy, stop believing the stupid shit the media shovels down your throat. Or don’t. It’s your life. Just don’t come crying to me when you realize you’ve been played like a fiddle in a hillbilly hoedown.

And that, my friends, is the essence of Stupid Shit. Stay tuned for more. Or don’t. I’m not your mom.

Make sure you get on the e-mail list for when the book Stupid Shit drops.

Have a nice day!

More Stupid Shit

and media manipulation

Vance Boelter, a man clearly not invited to the “Let’s Make Good Life Choices” seminar, decided one day to spice things up by dressing as a cop, strolling up to a Minnesota lawmaker’s house, and committing straight-up cold-blooded murder. Bold move, Vance. Bold, stupid-as-hell move.

Now, as gruesome and shocking as that is, what really takes the cake here is the way Alexa—yes, Amazon’s Alexa—decided to break the news. Imagine walking into your kitchen, coffee in hand, ready to fight the soul-sucking Monday ahead, when your helpful little robot assistant pops up with:

“A murder occurred at the home of a Democratic Lawmaker. The perpetrator shot the husband and wife in cold blood.”

To be honest, the newsflash should have left out the word Democrat… Whoever writes this shit knows what they are doing and trust me, its deliberate.

Well, damn, Alexa. Way to brighten my day. That’s one hell of a headline to pair with my toast and jam. But you know what they didn’t mention? What they just conveniently left out? That Vance was… wait for it… a Democrat appointee, courtesy of Governor Tim Walz himself. Yeah, let that marinate. Tens of thousands of people see that vague little nugget of information and immediately start imagining some MAGA-hat-wearing lunatic foaming at the mouth. Because that’s what we do now: jump to conclusions faster than a squirrel on espresso.

Public Opinion: A Circus of Stupidity

This, ladies and gentlemen, is how public opinion is formed. Not with facts or nuance or even a shred of common sense. Nope. Just a headline and a whole lot of assumptions. And let’s be real here—critical thinking is about as popular these days as a Nickelback reunion tour. Nobody questions anything, nobody digs deeper. The media throws you a bone, and we all run with it like we’re championship greyhounds.

But wait! There’s more! Because, of course, there’s always more stupid shit to pile on top of the already steaming heap. Enter Alex Padilla, the guy who apparently thought it was a good idea to crash Kristi Noem’s press conference (because why not, right?). This same dude is now trying to tie these murders to Trump’s campaign. Yes, you read that right. The murders. Trump. Connected. Somehow. It’s like a bad game of Mad Libs where every blank gets filled with “Trump” because nobody knows what else to say anymore.

Why Are We Like This?

And here’s the million-dollar question: Why are tensions rising? Why is everybody so angry all the damn time? Well, buckle up, because here’s the answer—it’s stupid shit like this. The media stirs the pot with half-truths, people gobble it up without question, and before you know it, everyone’s picking sides and throwing punches. It’s human nature, sure, but it’s also human stupidity in its purest form.

So, there you have it. Murder, media, and a masterclass in how to divide a population. If this isn’t the poster child for my upcoming book, Stupid Shit, I don’t know what is. Oh, and if you’re still here, sign up for emails so you can snag the book on KDP when it drops because nothing cures the existential dread of living in a divided society like laughing at the sheer absurdity of it all.

Learn to ask questions and stop assuming shit.

-Scott

The Impact of Drug Use on Autism Rates

I don’t believe Robert F. Kennedy Jr. needs to search extensively for the cause of autism. I have been thinking much about what RFK thinks about vaccines, food and so forth. I think his concern for Autism is spot on.

This article explores the causes of the country’s falling health, Autism and birth rates.

If you have used drugs like marijuana or cocaine at parties, your child’s poor health might be a result of your actions. Read on…

Focusing solely on autism, data from the United States reveals a significant rise in diagnosed cases over the past half-century, increasing from roughly 1 in 2,000 children in the 1970s and 1980s to 1 in 36 children in 2025. This signifies a greater than 50-fold rise in the reported prevalence.

No article on Autism would be complete if we didn’t acknowledge that this rise might be because of shifts in diagnostic methodologies, heightened awareness, and enhanced reporting procedures.

So, which is it?

There is substantial evidence that prenatal drug exposure can cause a wide range of birth defects, developmental issues, and medical conditions that may significantly impair a child’s ability to grow into a fully functioning adult. These effects can be severe and long-lasting, impacting various physical, cognitive, and social development aspects. The research underscores the importance of avoiding drug use during pregnancy to minimize these risks and ensure the best possible outcomes for children.

General Effects of Drug Use During Pregnancy: Most drugs of abuse can easily cross the placenta, affecting fetal brain development and potentially leading to long-lasting implications.

Drug use during pregnancy is associated with an increased risk of birth defects, including structural malformations and behavioral alterations in offspring.

Specific Drugs and Associated Risks:

Opioids: Linked to poor fetal growth, preterm birth, stillbirth, and specific birth defects.

Cocaine: Associated with an increased risk of stillbirth, premature birth, and low birth weight.

Heroin: Linked to reduced fetal growth and low birth weight.

Alcohol: Even small amounts can negatively affect the developing fetus, leading to Fetal Alcohol Spectrum Disorders (FASD).

Long-Term Effects: Prenatal drug exposure can lead to congenital anomalies and long-term developmental issues, potentially affecting the child’s ability to function as an adult.

If that’s not enough to convince an expectant mother to avoid recreational drugs and even something as seemingly harmless as Tylenol, what about the father, or in many cases, the sperm donor?

Recreational drug use can significantly impair both male and female fertility, making it more difficult to conceive:

Male Fertility:

Recreational drug use, including marijuana and other illicit substances, can adversely affect male reproductive health, potentially leading to subfertility and increasing the risk of infertility by up to 70%.

Specific effects on male fertility include:

Alcohol: Can decrease testosterone levels, reduce semen volume, and cause erectile dysfunction.

Marijuana: May lower testosterone levels and negatively affect semen quality, including sperm count and motility.

Cocaine: Can impair erectile function and reduce sperm concentration and motility.

Opioids: Linked to reduced libido, erectile dysfunction, and decreased testosterone levels.

Methamphetamines: Can lead to erectile dysfunction, decreased sexual desire, and cause apoptosis in germ cells, affecting sperm quality.

Female Fertility:

Substance abuse, including marijuana and alcohol, has been linked to negative sexual and reproductive health outcomes in females, including decreased fertility.

Specific effects on female fertility include:

Alcohol: Can disrupt menstrual cycles, leading to ovulatory dysfunction and difficulties conceiving.

Marijuana: May disrupt menstrual cycles and negatively impact assisted reproductive technology outcomes.

Cocaine: Associated with an increased risk of primary tubal infertility.

Opioids: Can lead to menstrual irregularities and amenorrhea, reducing the probability of conception.

Risks During Pregnancy

If conception does occur, recreational drug use during pregnancy poses significant risks to both the mother and the developing fetus:

Miscarriage and Stillbirth: The use of recreational drugs during pregnancy increases the risk of miscarriage and stillbirth.

Birth Defects and Developmental Issues: Many recreational drugs are teratogenic, meaning they can cause birth defects and developmental issues with long-lasting implications for the child.

Premature Birth and Low Birth Weight: Drug use during pregnancy is associated with an increased risk of premature birth and low birth weight, which can lead to further health complications for the newborn.

Neonatal Abstinence Syndrome (NAS): Babies born to mothers who use drugs during pregnancy may experience withdrawal symptoms after birth, known as Neonatal Abstinence Syndrome.

Fetal Growth Restriction: Exposure to drugs in utero can lead to poor fetal growth, resulting in babies being small for their gestational age.

Neurological and Behavioral Consequences: Prenatal exposure to drugs can lead to permanent neurological, developmental, and behavioral issues, manifesting as learning disabilities, attention deficits, and other cognitive impairments.

Long-Term Effects on Child Development

The impact of parental drug use extends beyond pregnancy and can have long-lasting effects on child development:

Physical Health: Children of parents who misuse substances may experience inadequate physical development, including stunted growth due to malnutrition in extreme cases.

Psychological and Emotional Effects: These children are at a higher risk of developing anxiety and depression due to the instability in their home environment.

Cognitive and Academic Challenges: Children of substance-abusing parents may show cognitive deficits that impact their academic performance.

Social and Behavioral Issues: These children may experience neglect and abuse, leading to behavioral problems and difficulties in forming healthy relationships.

Health Problems: Stress-related health problems are prevalent among these children, including conditions such as gastrointestinal disorders, headaches, migraines, or asthma.

Risk of Substance Use: There is a heightened risk that these children will develop substance use disorders themselves.

Expert Opinions

Healthcare organizations and professionals emphasize the risks associated with substance use and having children:

The NSPCC highlights that problematic substance use can lead to chaotic lifestyles that may harm children.

The Perinatal Addictions Prevention Project (PAPP) focuses on educating professionals and consumers about substance use during reproductive years, pregnancy, and postpartum, emphasizing prevention and risk reduction.

The National Institute for Health and Care Excellence (NICE) notes that substance misuse can lead to increased criminal activity, domestic abuse, and significant mental and physical health problems.

What about Paternal drug users? If only the sperm donor uses drugs for whatever reason and the mom to be is ok with him being the father, is that ok?

The survey says… No.

There is strong evidence that paternal drug use can cause DNA damage, chromosomal abnormalities, and epigenetic changes in sperm, which may increase the likelihood of birth defects and developmental issues in offspring. The specific risks depend on the type of drug, the extent and timing of use, and other mitigating factors. While not all paternal drug use results in adverse outcomes, the potential for harm underscores the importance of addressing substance use in prospective fathers to minimize risks to offspring. Further research is needed to fully understand the mechanisms and long-term implications of paternal drug use on child health and development.

Drug use, particularly substances like cocaine, opiates, alcohol, and nicotine, has been shown to cause significant DNA damage in sperm. This damage is often mediated by oxidative stress, which leads to DNA fragmentation and chromosomal abnormalities

For example, cocaine use has been linked to reduced sperm count, motility, and vitality, as well as increased DNA fragmentation. These changes can impair the genetic integrity of sperm and increase the risk of transmitting genetic abnormalities to offspring

Drug use can also induce epigenetic modifications in sperm, such as changes in DNA methylation and histone modifications. These changes do not alter the DNA sequence but can affect gene expression in the offspring, potentially leading to developmental issues or predispositions to certain conditions

Non-coding RNAs, such as microRNAs, are another mechanism through which drug-induced epigenetic changes can be transmitted to offspring, influencing their development and health.

Certain drugs, such as chemotherapy agents and heavy alcohol use, have been associated with chromosomal damage in sperm. This can lead to aneuploidy (abnormal number of chromosomes) or structural chromosomal abnormalities, which are known causes of birth defects and developmental disorders.

Congenital Anomalies:

Paternal drug use has been associated with an increased risk of congenital anomalies, such as heart defects, neural tube defects, and genital malformations. For example, paternal use of metformin has been linked to genital birth defects in male offspring.

Neurodevelopmental Disorders:

Drugs like valproate and cocaine have been linked to neurodevelopmental disorders in offspring, including autism spectrum disorders (ASD), intellectual disabilities, and attention deficit/hyperactivity disorder (ADHD).

Behavioral and Cognitive Issues:

Paternal cocaine use has been shown to increase the risk of learning disabilities, memory loss, and conduct disorders in offspring. These effects are thought to result from drug-induced genetic and epigenetic changes in sperm.

Addiction Vulnerability:

Animal studies suggest that paternal drug use can increase the offspring’s susceptibility to addiction. For example, paternal cocaine use has been linked to changes in genes affecting synaptic connections, which may predispose offspring to substance use disorders.

Cryptorchidism and Other Specific Defects:

Paternal use of certain drugs, such as finasteride, has been associated with cryptorchidism (undescended testicles) in male offspring.

Type of Drug:

Some drugs, such as cocaine, opiates, and alcohol, have stronger evidence linking them to DNA damage and birth defects compared to others, such as certain neurological medications, which show weak or null associations.

Extent of Use:

Chronic and heavy drug use is more likely to cause significant damage to sperm DNA and increase the risk of transmitting genetic abnormalities to offspring.

Timing of Drug Use:

The period of sperm development (approximately 74 days) is critical. Drug use during this time can affect the quality and genetic integrity of sperm.

Mitigating Factors:

Some effects of drug use on sperm may be reversible with cessation of use and lifestyle changes, such as improved diet and antioxidant supplementation, which can reduce oxidative stress and improve sperm quality.

RFK’s community awakening is clearly needed, which is supported by substantial evidence.

Recreational drug use can severely harm a child, impacting everything from conception to development. For optimal reproductive health and child well-being, those planning a family should avoid recreational drugs.

Truly, we are up against addiction. It isn’t just an addiction of recreational chemistry but the chemistry in your brain. If you’re still reading, you are my people; here is more fodder for you.

With drugs, smoking or even sex here is what happens:

1. Activation of the Brain’s Reward System

The brain’s reward system plays a central role in drug-induced highs. This system includes structures such as the ventral tegmental area (VTA), nucleus accumbens (NAc), and the prefrontal cortex.

When drugs are consumed, they trigger an artificial and often intense activation of this reward system, which is responsible for processing pleasurable experiences and reinforcing behaviors.

2. Dopamine Surge

One of the most significant effects of drug use is a surge in dopamine levels:

Dopamine is a key neurotransmitter in the brain’s reward system, associated with pleasure, motivation, and reinforcement.

When drugs are consumed, they often lead to a much larger increase in dopamine levels compared to natural rewards like food or social interactions.

This intense dopamine release creates the sensation of a “high,” which is a powerful motivator for repeated drug use.

3. Neurotransmitter Disruption

Different drugs affect various neurotransmitter systems in the brain:

Stimulants (e.g., cocaine, amphetamines):

Increase dopamine and norepinephrine levels by blocking their reuptake.

This leads to heightened alertness, euphoria, and increased energy.

Depressants (e.g., alcohol, benzodiazepines):

Enhance the effects of GABA, the brain’s primary inhibitory neurotransmitter.

This results in relaxation, reduced anxiety, and sedation.

Hallucinogens (e.g., LSD, psilocybin):

Primarily affect serotonin receptors, altering perception and mood.

This leads to changes in consciousness and potential hallucinations.

4. Altered Brain Activity

Neuroimaging studies have revealed significant changes in brain activity during drug intoxication:

There’s often lower glucose metabolism in the frontal cortex during the use of substances like cocaine, morphine, or alcohol.

The binge/intoxication stage is characterized by heightened activity in the ventral striatum, a key region in reward processing.

5. Short-Term Effects on Cognition and Behavior

Drug-induced highs can lead to immediate changes in cognitive function and behavior:

Altered consciousness, euphoria, and impaired judgment are common short-term effects.

Changes in coordination, mood, and perception can occur, varying based on the type of drug used.

6. Neuroadaptations

Even short-term drug use can begin to induce neuroadaptations in the brain:

The brain may start to adapt to the presence of the drug, leading to tolerance (needing more of the drug to achieve the same effect).

These adaptations can persist, contributing to the risk of addiction and relapse.

7. Activation of Memory and Learning Circuits

During a drug-induced high, the brain’s memory and learning circuits are also activated:

This creates strong associations between the drug use, the environment, and the pleasurable experience.

These associations can trigger intense cravings when exposed to drug-related cues, even after long periods of abstinence.

But what about other things that are addictive, like adrenaline?

The effects on the brain during sex, eating a favorite food like chocolate, or engaging in thrill-seeking behaviors such as speeding while driving are all related to the activation of the brain’s reward system, but with some distinct differences. Let’s explore each activity and its neurological impact:

1. Sexual Activity

Sexual activity has a profound impact on the brain, triggering a complex interplay of neurological processes:

Hormonal Release: During sexual activity, the brain releases a cocktail of hormones and neurotransmitters, including:

Dopamine: Produced by the hypothalamus, contributing to feelings of pleasure and euphoria.

Oxytocin: Often called the “cuddle hormone,” released in large quantities during sex, promoting bonding and relaxation.

Norepinephrine: Contributes to arousal and excitement.

Brain Region Activation: Sexual stimulation and satisfaction increase activity in various brain networks, including:

Prefrontal cortex, Orbitofrontal cortex, Insula, Cingulate gyrus, Cerebellum

These regions are involved in processing emotions, sensations, and decision-making.

Mood and Stress Effects: Sexual activity is associated with improved mood and reduced stress levels due to the release of oxytocin and endorphins, which can lead to a calming effect and pain relief.

Cognitive Benefits: Regular sexual activity may improve cognitive function, particularly in older adults, enhancing memory performance, verbal fluency, and visuospatial ability.

2. Eating Highly Palatable Foods (e.g., Chocolate)

Consuming highly palatable foods like chocolate also activates the brain’s reward system, but through different mechanisms:

Reward System Activation: The mesolimbic dopamine pathway, including the nucleus accumbens, is activated by the sensory properties of chocolate, such as its taste and smell.

Dopamine Release: Eating chocolate leads to the release of dopamine, contributing to feelings of pleasure and satisfaction.

Cognitive Effects: Dark chocolate, rich in flavanols, may have cognitive benefits:

Improved memory and reaction times in young adults.

Enhanced memory performance in older adults with long-term consumption of high-flavanol cocoa.

Mood Enhancement: Chocolate consumption is associated with mood improvement, possibly due to its ability to modulate neurotransmitter systems involved in mood regulation. It can lead to the release of endorphins, promoting feelings of happiness and well-being.

Craving and Reward Processing: Chocolate cues can elicit specific neural responses in regions associated with reward and craving, as shown by fMRI and ERP studies.

3. Thrill-Seeking Behaviors (e.g., Speeding While Driving)

Engaging in thrill-seeking behaviors like speeding activates the brain’s reward system in a unique way:

Dopaminergic System Activation: Thrill-seeking is associated with heightened response to dopamine, which can lead to increased risk-taking behaviors.

Risk and Reward Processing: The nucleus accumbens is activated during thrill-seeking activities, processing the rewards associated with the risky behavior.

Emotional and Cognitive Factors: Thrill-seeking can be influenced by emotional states like stress or anger, which can alter cognitive processing and lead to impaired decision-making.

Adrenaline Release: Speeding can lead to the release of adrenaline, contributing to feelings of exhilaration and excitement.

Prefrontal Cortex Engagement: Thrill-seeking behaviors uniquely engage the prefrontal cortex more extensively due to the need for risk assessment and decision-making.

Comparison and Synthesis

While all three activities activate the brain’s reward system, they do so in different ways:

Sexual activity provides a more holistic activation involving emotional bonding, stress relief, and potential cognitive benefits.

Eating chocolate focuses more on sensory pleasure and potential mood enhancement, with some cognitive benefits from certain types of chocolate.

Speeding engages the reward system through risk and excitement, involving more cognitive processing related to decision-making and risk assessment.

Each activity involves dopamine release, but the context and intensity vary. Sexual activity and chocolate consumption are generally associated with more positive long-term effects, while thrill-seeking behaviors like speeding carry significant risks and potential negative long-term consequences on brain function and overall health.

I added that last part for those who might judge drug users; believe me, we all have our own ingrained addictions. Maybe you are more responsible and understand that drug use will to quote Bruno Mars, ‘funk you up.’

One wonders what the middle ground might be? How does RFK and his team MAHA?

I would encourage him to enlist the services of experts in the field of mental health. Not only do we have an unhealthy diet, but we have a mental health crises that borders on hedonism with half the country acting like spoiled brats.

How do you fix spoiled brats?

Dad’s home; hand over the remote, and go to your room until you can behave yourself.

If only it were that simple.

If it were me, I would enlist the Franklin Grahams of the world. Education, while necessary, can only go so far. Morality seems to be a large part of the problem, and we need to attack these issues on multiple fronts. We need to dig into cultural history and backtrack to see where we went askew of common sense. -Best

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