Monday, 7 May 2007
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War on Drugs a Costly Sham  wagneww 12:15:27 |
 |  We humans are a predictable lot; we continually ignore history, are afraid of everything, and act emotionally rather than rationally, especially when it comes to the vexatious and controversial subject of drugs in society. We don’t learn from our mistakes; destined to repeat them over and over on a recurring loop of denial. Wash over some orchestrated religious propaganda and you have a recipe for disaster.
The author of the recently released autobiography; “Cheating the Hangman: True Confessions of a Heroin Trafficker” knows what he’s talking about when it comes to illegal drugs. Wade Agnew has been using them daily for forty years. He started with alcohol, quickly dismissing it after the revelation of marijuana in 1968 while at University. This discovery would dictate the course of his life. For all the details of his terrifyingly authentic tale go to;
http://www.cheatingthehangman.com.au/home_book.html
That the “War on Drugs” was the brainchild of the Nixon administration; the most seriously paranoid US president of the 20th Century, tells us a great deal about its genesis and “raison d’etre”. Every society that has existed since the beginning of time has used “consciousness altering” substances, often in highly spiritual circumstances. This should have told us something, but apparently not.
Ignorance and political ambition are a volatile mix. At the start of the 21st Century, Australia was experiencing a flood of heroin. Established by refugees after the war in S.E.Asia, the Vietnamese community was now well integrated into mainstream society. Many of these citizens were ethnic Chinese with strong family links back to their homeland. With the opening up of the post-war Viet Nam, they became the conduit for Thai and Burmese white powder heroin then flooding into Australia. This community was very wary of officialdom, and notoriously difficult to penetrate. As a consequence the country was experiencing a huge drop in the price of heroin on the streets of major cities. It even penetrated far flung inland country towns. The price per gram fell to unprecedented lows, and the purity was astounding high by world standards.
“I was well and truly retired by then, and could only look on with envy as no4 white powder flooded into Australian cities,” says Wade from his home in Brisbane. “People were making serious money from the glut of high quality heroin.”
An unfortunate consequence of the high purity was a sharp rise in the number of overdoses on the streets of Australian cities. Addicts unused to such purity were dropping like flies. At one point police in Cabramatta; a Vietnamese enclave in western Sydney; now the heroin capital of the country, begged whoever was distributing a particularly pure shipment (close to 95%) to cut their drugs to curb the death rate.
Not long after, the local market began to experience a serious heroin drought, and the conservative Australian government began crowing, claiming its “Tough on Drugs” policy had been responsible. This drought was quickly followed by an avalanche of Methamphetamines. This was no coincidence; the two phenomena were inextricably linked. It quickly became evident that the Australian Government was taking credit for decisions of criminals. The “War on Drugs” has little or no effect on the availability of illegal drugs on the streets of Australia or anywhere else for that matter. All it does is pump-prime organized crime, and turn otherwise law abiding citizens into criminals.
The following are excerpts from a report into the heroin glut entitled; “The Case for an Inquiry into its Causes and the Flood of Methamphetamines” by W.M. Bush; no relation.
“The article disputes the claim by the Federal Government that Australian law enforcement financed by its Tough on Drugs Strategy was primarily responsible for the heroin drought and resulting fall in overdose deaths. Law enforcement agencies, notably the Australian Federal Police through its Commissioner, have revealed intelligence to the effect that Asian crime syndicates have assessed that there is a large and very profitable market in Australia for amphetamine-like drugs, and that they have made a marketing decision to promote them rather than heroin.
The evidence suggests strongly that the prime causes of the drought were a series of poor opium harvests in Burma and these marketing decisions. No other explanation fits the known facts including;
•The drought being confined to Australia
•A big rise in availability of amphetamine-like drugs imported through the same channels as heroin
•The known large rise in recent years in production in South East Asia of these artificial drugs
•The greater profit derivable from them than from heroin
•Their lower vulnerability to law enforcement interdiction.
If law enforcement had an effect it was probably only a subsidiary factor. The evidence is strong that there would have been no drought in the absence of the other factors.”
“If anyone should know about the profits to be made when drugs are made illegal, it’s me. I spent thirty years selling drugs; it’s not for the faint hearted, but there are huge amounts of money to be made”, says Wade. “I only use marijuana these days; I can’t afford the high cost of heroin. “I inhale the vapours with a marijuana vaporizer. In fact I import them for the local and world market; I sell the VapoHead Herbal Vaporizer. Marijuana Vaporizers are bloody brilliant. You can check them out on my website at;”
http://www.cheatingthehangman.com.au
I still use heroin occasionally when I have the funds. The quality in Australia is the envy of addicts everywhere; almost always white powder, and usually with 50% purity or higher. However it’s very expensive, reflecting the difficulty of getting it safely ashore. If I could afford to, I would certainly use heroin more often,” Wade adds with a grin.
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Friday, 4 May 2007
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| Controversial Author Reveals all in an Autobiography about Heroin Trafficking wagneww 13:35:23 |
| Wade Agnew is a 56 year old Australian, an anarchist, occasional Rasta, and an atheist with Buddhist tendencies. For many years he happily consumed heroin, traveled extensively and ferried various illegal drugs around the world, and successfully trafficked heroin Down Under for over twenty years. During these escapades he studied Architecture, Film Making, Politics and Law, promoting international music into New Zealand and Australia, personally handling the arrangements. With all the terror dissipated, and in a more contemplative stage of life, Wade is ready for the next phase of his heroin affair, writing about the close association for this hostile world in “Cheating the Hangman”. Time has come to spill the beans on all the hair-raising adventures in a 20th century morality tale. Alas now separated she got everything, leaving him without a brass razoo, just soaring memories of her warm, transforming embrace. In the planning for years, Wade is sure that just like heroin; the project will be imbued with “the rosy hue of unlimited success.
THE STORY:
“Cheating the Hangman” is the terrifyingly true account of his life of heroin trafficking; turbulent and exhilarating. Well written and outrageously funny, the story explodes across the globe, out of the perilous sources of Bangkok and Penang in “The Golden Triangle” of S.E.Asia. The journey strips bare the ecstatic highs and subterranean lows of the lone wolf, providing a unique glimpse into this anarchic existence. Fueled by heroin and adrenaline, motivated by mercenary zeal for cash and travel, the life is examined in forensic detail.
You will be there all the way clinging on for dear life, on this palpitating drive into the under-belly of capitalism; from scoring narcotics in Bangkok, through the knife-edge searches at the world’s airports, to the drug-soaked streets of Australia.
Some negative heroin myths are debunked along the trail, and you will find out what happened to Barlow and Chambers, hanged later for drug trafficking, on that fateful day at Penang International Airport. Wade remains convinced that all drugs should be legal, and that this contributed greatly to his successful trafficking career.
Fasten your seat-belts; it’s a hell of a ride.
Please enjoy this sample chapter from the “Cheating the Hangman” website at;
http://www.cheatingthehangman.com.au/home_book.html
PENANG HAND-OVER:
I felt like an agent under-cover, outside of society, but in their eyes I was an assassin, fermenting rabid evil across the globe. I knew it was nonsense though it still seeped into my dreams at night. My customers valued the services, with me brimming punch proud, providing high impact powder without risk, at the best price in town. I had arrived at the Golden Sands early, getting straight into the heroin after a lay off. By the time my girlfriend joined my soaked sojourn for the hand-over it was already too late. With no drugs available in heaven, it was imperative I got my fill on earth.
I rented a suitable vehicle, a snazzy ex-police car the old siren still operational, and I was soon driving it at every chance, unable to resist the occasional burst. It worked brilliantly, all cars moving aside, allowing me my rightful place on the road. Without access for a while, a sudden onslaught of Penang pink rocks had launched me into oblivion. It was incredible how fast I got accustomed to saturation, taking on huge amounts with no apparent effect. My comfortable new home had a warm, rosy glow, and I would do whatever necessary to clutch those keys.
My mission was secreting 400 grams of heroin into The Sanyo, to hand to my girlfriend for her short cruise to Singapore. That packaging progressed well, until it came to replacing some screws. When she arrived by taxi from the dock, I was still struggling, insisting unreasonably that I was up to it. I clearly wasn't, away with the fairies. The more intense I became, the more those buggers burred, difficult morphing into impossible. Finally she had to wrestle the recorder from me, soothing my painful, ego-crushing admission by saying calmly,
"There'll be more time when I get them on board. Just leave it; I'll take care of it later."
That disaster averted, I insisting on driving to the boat in my rental for the 11pm sailing. I recall hurtling along a precarious, cliff-edge road like Fangio, going like the clappers, siren blaring, and pupils straining through heavy, tropical rain in complete dark. It was exhilarating and magnificent madness, with me nodding off at the wheel, hands not getting orders, all signals scrambled.
I'm sure my terrified, knuckle-clenching girlfriend was more relieved to exit my adventure, than scared of her trafficking ordeal ahead. But my drama wasn't over. The solo return drive was more outrageous, a thin strip of moon-light piercing a turbulent torrent, squinting through pin-eyes for focus, all to a wailing siren. Shit it felt good mission finished, my hunched head kept upright by the steering-wheel. In the end I was forced to pull over, the energy exerted staying awake quickly draining me.
The Duracell bunny had lost all pow.e..r.
For more details go to: http://www.cheatingthehangman.com.au
 Patti Smith
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