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This book has been made into a film set for release in September.  The movie has been directe by Richard Linklater, of Slacker and Waking Life fame, and is shot in the same style as waking life.

The plot revolves around the use of drugs and an addict who is either hallucinating that he is a narc or a narc that has become an addict.  Interesting takes on drug use, addiction, and drug treatment.  Philip K. Dick is one f the trippiest SF writers of the last century, and this one, written in 1977, is one of his finest works.

This is a post made by Trekker Jag a while back.  I think it's worth repeating here:



A loyal Straightling, a misbehaver, and a copout were all walking on the same stretch of beach one day, and each of them saw a glint of metal shining in the distance. They all ran to it and reached for it at the same time. They brushed the sand away and a genie lamp was revealed, which a genie proceeded to exit.

"You have freed me from the lamp!" said the grateful genie. "Normally I give the person who releases me three wishes, but I'm not sure which one of you did it, so I am going to give you all one wish each."

"what is your wish?" he asked the Straightling.

The Straightling said, " I wish to live with all the other Straightlings on Straight Island, a place of our own were we can have raps, sing Straight songs, and be Straightlings and never have to see druggies and ungrateful straight survivors again."

POOF--It happens.

To the misbehaver, the genie asked "What is your wish?"

The misbehaver replied "I want to torture Dr. Newton and all the other executive staff for 10000 years with them never dying but constantly in pain , at a Straight-like facility that is staffed by other misbehavers that has only Straight executive Staff enrolled as clients."

POOF--It happens.

The copout and the genie are left standing on the beach. The genie asks the copout, "What is your wish?"

The copout replies, "Let me see--all the Straightlings are on an island in the middle of the ocean where I'll never see them again, and Miller, Ruthie, and all the other Straight execs are being tortured for the next ten thousand years?"

"That is correct", said the genie.

The copout smiled.   "I think I'll have a beer" he said.

I remember being in California, years ago, and going to a hotel room to do a deal.  The TV was tuned to this guy, televangelist Gene Scott.  I laughed and said "You're not actually watching this guy, are you?"  as I did my smack.

The dealer looked at me seriously and replied "Gene Scott is one of the most informed men in the country" he replied, doing his dope.

Within a minute, as if on cue, Gene Scott started commenting on "people abusing the opium poppy".  

Damn weird.




Televangelist Gene Scott Dies at Age 75

Tue Feb 22, 4:55 AM ET   U.S. National - AP
 


LOS ANGELES - Gene Scott, the shaggy-haired, cigar-smoking televangelist whose eccentric religious broadcasts were beamed around the world, has died, a family spokesman said. He was 75.
   

Scott died Monday after suffering a stroke, said the spokesman, Robert Emmers.


The longtime pastor of Los Angeles University Cathedral began hosting a nightly television broadcast of Bible teaching in the mid-1970s. His University Network eventually aired a nightly talk show and Sunday morning church services on radio and television stations in about 180 countries.


Scott's church, a Protestant congregation of more than 15,000 members, raised millions of dollars through round-the-clock Internet and satellite TV broadcasts, where he would demand of viewers: "Get on the telephone!" to donate.


In some of his speeches, Scott would deliver complex lectures on Biblical languages to make points about the meaning of faith. But he also spoke on current events, sometimes lacing his sermons with profanity.


He supported the war in Iraq (news - web sites). "Iraq is a threat to the world," he said in a 2003 speech posted on his Web site. "So kick the hell out of 'em, George."


Recognizable by his mane of white hair and scruffy beard, Scott never stuck to a conventional format in his talk show. He sometimes smoked on the show and once wore glasses with eyes pasted on them.


Unlike other televangelists, Scott's sermons did not condemn homosexuality, abortion or other hot-topic sexual issues. He argued such issues were a personal choice.


Scott, the son of a traveling preacher, had a lavish lifestyle that included a chauffeured limousine, contact with political bigwigs and, he claimed, 300 horses.


But he also spent lavishly on charity. After a fire badly damaged the Los Angeles Central Library, he organized a telethon that raised $2 million. In 2002, Scott gave $20,000 to save the Museum in Black from eviction. The museum has some 5,000 items from the slave and civil rights eras.


Scott came under scrutiny by authorities on several occasions, including by the state attorney general's office in 1977, which suspected him of fraud. The investigation was dropped, however, after the Legislature passed a law barring prosecution of civil fraud against tax-exempt religious organizations.

Kevin Lowe, Sr. Staff during my time in St. Pete Straight, was a fucking prick.  He got off on his weirdo power trip and seemed to enjoy fucking with people, particularly if they were small or nonaggressive. He choked some really small kid, holding him up against the wall until the kid passed out. What a tough guy.

 He also used to boast of his "occult past" and talked about how he had cast spells and played with ouija boards and how he believed all that shit was real--"the Devil really IS speaking to you through those Sabbath records you druggies listen to", etc.  Once he spoke of his use of Tarot cards and how "the cards didn't make any sense when I tried to predict my future beyond age 18.....that's how I know that I would be dead if it weren't for Straight...."  It pisses me off to think that some superstitious moron like him had power over us.

What a fucking nut case.  I remember him doing some fucked up candlelight rap where he was acting like he was the ghost of fathe rtime or some shit like that, like some Straight inc. version of A Xmas  Carol and he was taking you through the ghost story  of druggies, past present and future and talking like he was some sort of spiritual guru.  

I hear he is married to a former Straight client and that they are involved in some Xtian cult these days.  I sincerely hope that he dies an agonizing, horrible death, like maybe lightning striking the church steeple, it falling on him and pinning him to the ground, where weasels rip his genitals apart until he bleeds to death.

A friend of mine from Str8 (actually, one of only two people I knew from there that I would consider a friend) is coming into town tomarrow.  We plan on bar hopping and getting drunk as hell.  I helped him get out of Straight.  I was going to court (a futile attempt by Straight to have me court ordered) and he gave me a phone # which I stashed in my shoelaces.  He was over 18 and being held against his will.  I called the number and told them what was going on, and the guy I called got a lawyer for him.  He got out about a month or so after I did.  Glad I could help.  During the last couple of weeks I was there,(Oct./Nov. 1983) we misbehavers/noncompliers formed our own "support group".  This helped to dilute the firepower of the Straightlings and left them with two options:  Either spend all of their time and effort dealing with us (there were about ten of us at any given time), in which case no one was "getting Straight", or they could remove us from the group, which was what we wanted anyway.  There were enough of us to where it was not practical to isolate all of us, so we hung out in intake rooms or the bathroom, enduring occasional confrontations, but mostly talking about what we were going to do when we got out.  

I'd like to thank each and every one of you guys (and you supportive girls, too) who participated in our "mass misbehavior" that overloaded the circuits of the group.  You made it much more bearable than it would have been otherwise.  There was strength in our numbers, and once we reached a "critical mass", there was nothing those assholes could really do about it---and with less and less Straightbots to contain us, our numbers inevitably grew.  I appreciate the help and support, and I'm sure J.S. and I will drink a toast or ten to you this weekend.  Thanks again! ::cheers::  ::cheers::  :smokin:

I wonder about this some times.  Was there anyone who was in both programs?  Or was in Straight during Virgil's tenure and had a sibling in KIDS?

Straight fucking sucked, but nobody stayed there for THIRTEEN FUCKING YEARS (Lulu Corter, you have my deepest sympathy)!!!!

As we all know, the psychotic fuckwad that is Virgil Miller Newton was the "Clinical Director" of Straight, and from talking to some of you guys, Straight was at it's worst when he was the HFIC (Head Fuckwad In Charge), but he had no one to answer to at KIDS, except, perhaps, Ruthie (and then only on the special nights where she would wear her dominatrix outfit).

Virgil was a real fucker---no doubt about that, but I wonder if KIDS was worse due to him being completely in charge, or was it less severe because of the lawsuits brought against Straight?

Just curious.....

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