Posted on 04/05/2022 5:22:05 PM PDT by grundle
“Would you like some Pringles? I know a guy!”
Some people never learn.
An astonishing percentage of them become teachers.
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The urge to control. Everything.
Dang. I can remember the days of selling candy bars out of my locker for our HS sorority.
My daughter had a candy selling business in grade school.
The school shut her down so much for allowing a child learning about business.
“Would you like some Pringles? I know a guy!”
I know him. His name is Cheetoh.
Or you can go pay twice the price a the medical snack dispensary.
Guess they never heard of prohibition, or rationing of food and other items during WWII, or the speak-easys, illegal liquor production, and black markets, etc., that came about because of them. Even the military has had its own share of black markets. When my brother was in Vietnam, he wrote about the black markets there.
“The urge to control. Everything.”
The precise summary of the day.
Trying to expand behavior control over a substance never works, and serves only as a price support for the smuggling.
Whether it's opiates, sugar, booze, cigarettes or Doritos, if you make it illegal, you instantly create a market demand.
Consider. Suppose they waved a magic wand and made heroin something anyone could buy at true cost of manufacture? Say $5 per lb? There would be a spike as all the users killed themselves. Who died? And were any of them on the verge of curing cancer? No great loss.
It's all about keeping the thugs in the DEA, FBI, and police departments nationwide gainfully employed, with federal price controls, and LEOs with bass boats and summer cabins.
I don't know how she reacted. But, I would've been quite proud of him, if I were his mother.
Some students were allowed to ‘carry their wares openly!’
I used to work in an urban school in the south. They had a black kid named Bobby Lee that would buy chip packs from Walmart and sell the chip packs for 50 cents each.
They took him back to his car and found 10 backpacks full of chips. The kids would unlock his trunk, grab a backpack and sell, and Bobby would make half the cut.
He eventually became a rap music producer in Memphis.
I used to sell Charms lollipops for 10 cents each. Bought them for a nickel and resold at school for 10 cents. Didn’t realize that made me a criminal by today’s standards.
Cinnamon tooth picks. Easy to make.
Pssst, come-ere...
I got busted for selling cinnamon oil toothpicks in the 4th grade. Principal called my mother who thought nothing wrong since she knew I was doing it and was the one who bought the oil.
Yet one more reason to disband government schools.
They are just more and more like government prisons.
My high school has been transformed into a massive windowless complex. Looks like a prison. We had a great olympic pool and one side was doors and windows all the way up, great natural light. I lifeguarded there in the summer.
Its all brick wall now.
Heard there was a really bad dude called corn pop selling breakfast cereals
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