I'm posting another real life tale of woes regarding the prohibition. It was a few years back. I was working as a dispatcher for an upscale limousine company in Denver. We had a list of famous clientele, including John Denver. One evening, I received a call from a gent who was on a flight into Denver who had booked a car with us. It turned out he was the president of a radio station which was one of my favorite. When I mentioned this to him he was impressed and told me he would get me a T-shirt. The boss threatened to fire me over the situation because we were not supposed to accept gifts from clientele. I had one of our drivers stop by the station and get the shirt anyways. It became one of my favorite shirts. However, a few months after this happened, I began hearing prohibitionist ads on the station from the O.N.D.C.P. (The Ministry Of Propanganda). I called to complain about them, but to no avail. So, I took the shirt back to the station and told them that anyone who supports prohibition supports crime and drug dealers and I couldn't support a station that runs propanganda on it's airwaves.