................................. To leave Commie, hyper to http://commie.oy.com/commie_leaving.html ................................. check it out http://www.salon.com/people/feature/2001/02/05/xconf/print.html The day is split into three main sections, roughly fitting each of the three core demographics battling it out here. The morning is dedicated to the therapeutic uses of ecstasy, where the Shulgins reign supreme and ecstasy is extolled as a wonder drug that can bring couples together, heal parent-child rifts, solve depression and -- hell, why not? -- bring about world peace. The early afternoon is for the academic doomsayers, the Ph.Ds and researchers and assorted professionals, who will throw indecipherable charts on the wall and explain why ecstasy users' brains are rotting. The ravers get to finish off the day with an explanation of dance culture and why pill-popping teenagers deserve a break. As he's wrapping up, Sferios asks the audience whether any of them did not take drugs in their youth. All sit quietly, hands in their laps, and look around. Not a single hand is raised, a tacit confession that suddenly draws the ravers, academics and therapists together in an admission of collective guilt.
