Opioid Addiction and Pets and Math

PART ONE: How Much Does Opioid Treatment Cost?

Although the price for opioid treatment may vary based on a number of factors, recent preliminary cost estimates from the U.S. Department of Defense for treatment in a certified opioid treatment program (OTP) provide a reasonable basis for comparison:methadone treatment, including medication and integrated psychosocial and medical support services (assumes daily visits): $126.00 per week or $6,552.00 per year

Source: National Institute on Drug Abuse

PART TWO: How much do Americans spend each year on pets?

The APPA found that in 2016 U.S. pet owners are expected to spend $62.75 billion on their furry (or scaly) friends.

Source: Aug 26, 2016 – Fortune Magazine

PART THREE: How many Americans died of opioid overdoses in 2016?

It calculated that 59,000 to 65,000 people died of overdoses last year, with a harder, but likely imprecise, number of 62,497.

Source: Vox magazine, New York Times

PART FOUR:What is 62.75 billion divided by 6,552?

(i.e. if we took the money we spent on pets and spent it on opioid addicts how many could we treat?)


Source: arithmetic.



1. Killed thousands of people to keep Vietnam from becoming communist — Vietnam became communist.

2.Killed thousands of people in Iraq because thought Iraq had WMD; didn’t.

3.Kids have sky-rocketing rates of anxiety and depression and commit mass murders; does nothing about this but spends billions yearly on pet dogs and cats.

4.Cancer, heart disease,diabetes and obesity from eating unhealthy food; continue to eat unhealthy food, spend billions on quack diets.

5.Love watching t.v. more than anything; elected clownish evil president only because he was on t.v.

6.Undistinguished record at literature and painting — only significant contribution to world culture is African-American music; persecute African Americans.


Toxic Male Nerd Culture

Male “nerd culture” is toxic at its heart because it encourages adult men to view themselves as boys.

What’s wrong with being a boy, staying in your room, playing with spaceships and robots?

What’s wrong is that a boy in his room is being taken care of by his mother but if an adult man tries to live the life of a young boy he needs to get a woman to provide the role of his mother and take care of his needs.

“Nerd culture” hides the importance a giving female plays in male fantasy life, and doesn’t teach men that they have a responsibility to care for women and provide space for women to feel safe and playful on their own terms.

The hidden cost to women of male nerd culture provides an interesting test case of how fantasy can lead to injustice unconsciously. The male nerd doesn’t think about the consequences for women. He just thinks he enjoyed it in his room as a boy playing with robot toys. When he was a child he wasn’t thinking about his mother’s needs — and shouldn’t have been. But as an adult living in that fantasy he is blinding himself willfully to the harm it causes adult women. Similarly the nostalgic southerner who longs for a life sipping porch juleps on the plantation doesn’t think about the harm that system did to African Americans — he or she just takes pleasure in the fantasy.

As a test case I think it’s best to view this story — the story of the hidden woman and the downtrodden girlfriend in the life of the male nerd — as a spur to the adventure of self-knowledge. The adult nerd collecting Star Wars toys doesn’t realize he is actually playing a part in a much more interesting story than Star Wars. All he has to do is pull the camera back to include the women in his life and look at the world as it seems to them, and he is now in the busy heart of a novel for grown-ups and not a juvenile escapist movie. And he was all along, he just didn’t know it.


Short Science Fiction

We turned on the time machine. Out stepped man from the near future.
“What were tigers like?” he asked.
Then out stepped man from the far future.
“What were humans like?” he asked.
Then out stepped man from the far far future
“What was things being like things like?”


There are a Lot of Things I read and Read But Don’t Understand

I have a really bad memory. I can’t remember things that are very long, so what I have to do is remember a little piece of them and figure out what the rest of it says from fresh, every time I think of them. There are a few things that I keep going back to but I never actually successfully put them together. Something about them sticks in my memory and I flag them — I know that they are important — it’s actually a physical feeling, a certain tightness I think in my stomach or expectation of motion in my arms and chest and shoulders — and then I bring them to memory and try to think what they mean, but I never successfully do it.

Some of these things are:

“I know that I know nothing”

“The size of the thumb and dwelling in the heart — that is the soul”

“Time considered as a helix of semi-precious stones”

“The reason we embrace a morality — that itself is never moral”

“God had to remove himself from reality in order to make room for creation”

“time is a moving picture of eternity”.

I don’t understand what any of this means! But I keep re-reading it, whether in marks on paper or marks in my own memory.

People on the other hand are the opposite. I feel like I understand them because I have the bodily memory of being close to them — smelling them, putting my face in their flesh or their clothes. Mother, father, grandmother, grandfather, brother. But this is wrong; the older I get the more I realize that I don’t understand them at all; it just seems like I do because of the emotional closeness.


Homosexuality is Not a Mental Illness but Homophobia Is

Before 1973 homosexuality was described as a mental illness in the DSM — the diagnostic and statistical manual.

This really boggles my mind. It means that in my life-time when doctors — people who had been to medical school — had to make a list of illnesses they could go “Cancer. Common cold. Homosexuality.”

It’s a strange idea. People and those with professional training could look at another person who expressed love and intimacy with another person and think “Aha! That’s just like cancer!” or “Aha! That belongs in the same conceptual basket as compulsive hand-washing.” They think “Yes we all suffer from horrible loneliness, and to love someone, and take solace from their physical naked body takes an amazing leap of trust. But in this particular instance of it I classify it in the same category as somebody who can’t get in an elevator without throwing up.”

It’s hard for me to put myself in that person’s shoes, the shoes of the psychiatrist who looks at the gay man and says “Their minds are ill!”. I can only think that such a person is motivated by some sort of unconscious terror. “If those people are actually okay expressing intimacy and vulnerability to each other that threatens me. It is an assault on the integrity of my mind and of my body. My sexual self is going to open me up to the maelstrom — maybe to death — if I don’t take the sexual relationship between those two and classify it as illness.” And all this conversation going on beneath the surface of consciousness, so to the conscious mind it seems like “I’m just being a scientist here! Nothing to see here! Move along!”

Which is a psychologically ill thing to think, clearly.

I imagine two time travelers from the future getting out of their craft who have lost their way in time. They don’t know what era they have landed in. They ask two questions “Is homosexuality a mental illness?” The native person they are talking to says “No, I don’t think so.” And one time traveller says “We are not in prehistoric times.” And then they ask “What about homophobia, the view that homosexuals are mentally ill — is that a mental illness?” And the person says “No. That’s just a personal point of view. Some very admirable, religious people think that. My parents think that and they’re not crazy.” And then they realize “Aha. We are not in prehistoric times, but we are not in historic times either. We are still in the Dark Ages, the time when humanity rolls around on its bed and its eyelids flutter, but it is still asleep.”


I’m Trying to Say Something That Will Be Impossible to Misunderstand

-Are you crazy, man? What are you trying to do to people?

-Well do you have a better idea? Are you trying to say something that is impossible to understand?

-No, no, no, no, no!

-You wanna say something possible to understand?




-Shut up you dum-dum! How am I supposed to know what’s possible for somebody? How do I know that? Who knows that? How am I supposed to know what’s possible for me?

-Look just calm down, would you? I didn’t say “supposed to”. I just mean you could.

-I mean of course I “could”!