Today I doubt they feel anything of the sort. They are enjoying life at the highest level, their god has showered them with unimaginable wealth and absolute power, and as a result they have the hubris of the utterly impervious.
Really, why would they feel nervous, when they own everything and have been able to literally get away with murder and worse (his name is still Seth Rich) with absolutely no repercussions so far?
IMHO this makes their impending doom all the more glorious: It will suddenly explode their skulls like a freight train loaded with 17 tons of bricks.
The only time I ever tried it was around 2000 and I was in Amsterdam in the Grasshopper Cafe. I was very paranoid, and then the cops came in. That jacked my paranoia to an 11, but the cops just looked around, smiled and nodded to anyone that made eye contact, and left. The bartender said they drop in to make sure nothing gets out of hand.
Odd thing is - the paranoia made me more high. I don't know if it had anything to do with the adrenaline hit or what, but it was really weird.
Today I doubt they feel anything of the sort. They are enjoying life at the highest level, their god has showered them with unimaginable wealth and absolute power, and as a result they have the hubris of the utterly impervious.
Really, why would they feel nervous, when they own everything and have been able to literally get away with murder and worse (his name is still Seth Rich) with absolutely no repercussions so far?
IMHO this makes their impending doom all the more glorious: It will suddenly explode their skulls like a freight train loaded with 17 tons of bricks.
Have you ever been high on cannabis and paranoid the cops will catch you? The paranoia ruins the high.
I doubt they are all happily living the life, maybe some, but not all...
I tried it once or twice in college many moons ago, and I remember laughing uncontrollably at stupid shit and downing a couple of bags of Doritos.
The only time I ever tried it was around 2000 and I was in Amsterdam in the Grasshopper Cafe. I was very paranoid, and then the cops came in. That jacked my paranoia to an 11, but the cops just looked around, smiled and nodded to anyone that made eye contact, and left. The bartender said they drop in to make sure nothing gets out of hand.
Odd thing is - the paranoia made me more high. I don't know if it had anything to do with the adrenaline hit or what, but it was really weird.