https://www.theguardian.com/science/2023/jun/27/i-feel-love-history-of-mdma-ecstacy-molly
CIA experiments, Mormon ravers and reformed racists: the untold history of MDMA
Resnikoff, a biophysics major at Berkeley, had synthesized the drug himself. As the boat cut through the water of the San Francisco Bay, Gipson began to feel “a floating sense of euphoria … like some guy could come walking up to us asking for help and his guts are spilling out, and we’d be grooving on how beautiful it was.’”
My readers, just then you realize scientists are full of more shit than you thought. No set of people has more access to being full of more better SHIT. I don’t do drugs, will never advocate such. But I respect other people’s freedoms. I need to feel my own pain, my own pleasures and I mentioned recently, On grievances, I feel the pain more. Clearly someone, a smart person who is not a party animal has to beat the WOOD PULP FICTION SHIT KNOWN AS MDMA into the realm of scientific reality.
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