running to its death. Smoking opium means getting off therntrain.”rnHashish and marijuana change the body language and enhancernsocial philanthropy. Smoking joints triggers abnormalrnlaughter. Therefore hashish may be described as a collectivisticrndrug custom-designed for individuals who by their lifestylernloathe solitude and who, like Dickens’ proverbial Ms. Jellyby,rnindulge in vicarious humanism and unrepentant globalism. hirntoday’s age of promiscuous democracy, small wonder that marijuanarnis inhaled by countless young people all over liberalizedrnEurope and America. In the permissive society of today, one isrnallowed to do everything—provided one does not rock thernboat, i.e., “bogart” political correctness. Just as wine, over thernlast 2,000 years, has completely changed the political profile ofrnthe West, so has marijuana, over the last 30 years, completelyrnruined the future of Western youth. If Stalin had been a bitrnmore intelligent he would have solemnly opened marijuanarnfields in his native Transcaucasia. Instead, communist tyrantsrnresorted to the killing fields of the Gulag. The advantage of liberalismrnand social democracy is that via sex, drugs, and rock ‘n’rnroll, by means of consumerism and hedonism, they functionrnperfectly well; what communism was not able to achieve byrnmeans of the solid truncheon, liberalism has achieved by meansrnof the solid joint. Indisputably, Western youth can be politicallyrnand correctly controlled when herded in techno-rap concertsrnand when welcomed in cafes in Holland, where one can freelyrnbuy marijuana as well as under-the-table “crack,” “speedball,”rnand “horse.” Are these items not logical ingredients of the liberalrntheology of human rights?rnCocaine reportedl}’ induces eroticism and enhances the sexrnact. The late French fascist dandy and novelist Pierre Drieu LarnRochelle liked coke, desiring all possible drugs and all impossiblernwomen. The problem, however, is that the coke intaker oftenrnfeels invisible bugs creeping from his ankles up to his knees,rnso that he may imagine himself sleeping not with a beautifulrnwoman but with scary reptiles. In his autobiographical novelsrnLe feu follet and L’homme convert de femmes. La Rochelle’srnhero is constantly covered by women and veiled by opium andrnheroin sit-ins. In his long intellectual monologues. LarnRochelle’s hero says: “A Frenchwoman, be she a whore or not,rnlikes to be held and taken care of; an American woman, unlessrnshe hunts for a husband, prefers a passing relationship…. Drugrnusers are mystics in a materialistic age. Given that they can nornlonger animate and embellish this world, they do it in a reversernmanner on themselves.” Indeed, La Rochelle’s hero ends up inrnsuicide—with heroin and revolver. In 1945, with the approachingrnvictory of the Allies, and in the capacity of the intellectualrnleader of the defunct Eurofascist international, Pierre Drieu LarnRochelle also opted for suicide.rnThe English conservative and aristocrat Aldous Huxley isrnunavoidable in studying communist pathology (BravernNew World Revisited) and Marxist subintellectual schizophreniarn(Grey Eminence). As a novelist and essayist his lifelong wishrnhad been to break loose from the flow of time. Mexican mescalinernand the artificial drug LSD enabled him new intellectualrnhorizons for observing the end of his v’orld and the beginningrnof a new, decadent one. Apparently mescaline is ideal for sensingrnthe colors of late impressionist and pointillist painters. Everyrndrop on Seurat’s silent water, every touch on Dufy’s leaf, orrnevery stone on the still nature of old Vermeer, pours away intornthousands of billions of new colors. In the essay The Doors ofrnPerception, Huxley notes that “mescaline raises all colors to arnhigher power and makes the percipient aware of innumerablernfine shades of difference, to which, at ordinary times, he is completelyrnblind.” His intellectual experiments with hallucinogenicrndrugs continued for years, and even on his deathbed inrnCalifornia in 1963, he asked for and was given LSD. Probablyrnto depart more picturesquely into timeless infinity.rnAnd what to say about the German centenarian, enigmaticrnessayist and novelist Ernst Jiinger, whom the young AdolfrnHitler in Weimar Germany also liked to read, and whom Dr.rnJoseph Goebbels wanted to lure into pro-Nazi collaboration?rnYet Jiinger, the aristocratic loner, refused all deals with thernNazis, preferring instead his martial travelogues. In his essayrnAnndherungen: Drogen und Rausch, Jiinger describes his closernencounters with drugs. He was also able to cut through thernmerciless wall of time and sneak into floating eternity. “Timernslows down. . . . The river of life flows more gently. . . . Thernbanks are disappearing.” While both the French presidentrnFrangois Mitterrand and the German chancellor Helmut Kohl,rnin the interest of Franco-German reconciliation, liked meetingrnand reading the old Jiinger, they shied away from his contactsrnwith drugs.rnErnst Jiinger’s compatriot, the essayist, early expressionist,rnand medical doctor Gottfried Benn, also took drugs. His medicalrnobservations, which found their transfigurations in his poemsrn”Kokain” and “Das Verlorenes Ich,” were collected byrnBenn as a doctor-mortician in Beriin of the liberal-WeimarianrnGermany in decay. He records in his poetry nameless humanrndestinies stretched out dead on the tables of his mortuary. Herndescribes the dead meat of prostitutes out of whose belliesrncrawl squeaking mice. A connoisseur of French culture and genetics,rnBenn was subsequently offered awards and political baitsrnby the Nazis, which he refused to swallow. After the end of thernwar, like thousands of European artists, Benn sank into oblivion.rnProbably also because he once remarked that “mightyrnbrains are strengthened not on milk but on alkaloids.”rnModern psychiatrists, doctors, and sociologists are wrong inrntheir diagnosis of drug addiction among large segments ofrnWestern youth. They fail to realize that to combat drug abusernone must prevent its social and political causes before attemptingrnto cure its deadly consequences. Given that the crux of thernmodern liberal system is the dictatorship of well-being and therndogma of boundless economic growth, many disabused youngrnpeople are led to believe that everybody is entitled to eternalrnfun. In a make-believe v’orld of media signals, many take forrngranted instant gratification by projecting their faces on therncharacters of the prime-time soaps. Before they turn into drugrnaddicts, they become dependent on the videospheric surrealityrnof television, which in a refined manner tells them that everybodyrnmust be handsome, rich, and popular. In an age ofrnTV-mimicry, headless young masses become, so to speak, thernimpresarios of their own narcissism. Such delusions can lead tornsevere depressions, which in turn can lead to drugs and suicide.rnSmall wonder that in the most liberal countries of the West,rnnotably California, Holland, and Denmark, there is also thernhighest correlation between drug addiction and suicide.rnIf drug abuse among some reactionary and conservativernthinkers has always been an isolated and Promethean deathrnwish to escape time, the same joint in leftist hands does morernthan burn the fingers of the individual: it poisons the entire society.rn22/CHRONICLESrnrnrn