I held my nose,
I closed my eyes,
I took a drink
I didn’t know if it was day or night.
I started hittin’ everything in sight.
But when I hit a cop down on
Thirty-Fourth and Vine,
He broke my little bottle of
Love Potion Number Nine
Ok… Maybe that isn’t how the song goes, but it’s pretty much how this story went…
It constantly amazes me when I see people rationalizing their actions by using religion as a defense.
The most recent incident involves a Vancouver man, Richard Brotherston, who was visiting Cuba.
The news story alleges that he got involved with a woman in Havana who, according to his friend, was a prostitute and a santera. Supposedly, the man said the woman “put a spell on” him…
After speaking with the woman for about 15-minutes, the man became belligerent and destructive, eventually even hitting a police officer.
One person in the article said Brotherston’s symptoms were consistent with people who have been drugged with Scopolamine (also known as Devil’s Breath), an anti-nauseate that can cause hallucinations, paranoia and violent behavior in strong enough doses. She said it is commonly used to drug victims before robbing or kidnapping them. Granted, this woman isn’t a member of the police or even an expert, but it’s still better than blaming it on Santeria…
Why was the woman being a santera even brought up? Much like the mention of the woman being a prostitute, it seems to be there simply to taint the view of her in the public eye.
