The unanimous declaration of the thirteen united states of America (no such country before then ever existing in the world) states,
“We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable rights, that among these are life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.”
You have the right to pursue happiness.
If you give up that right, you will be a slave.
You can be free again if you take my advice and smoke a bowl of cannabis. That’s all I’m saying.
“But if you weed lovers who want to get weed legalized actually support this ban, you are basically accepting the fact that weed will NEVER be legal. Hell, they don’t want you eating trans fat, you think they will let you smoke dope!!”
This is nonsense, but I thought a helpful chart might clarify.
Nobody wants to eat arsenic or trans fats. Some foods contain trans fats because they are cheap industrial chemicals that can be substituted for safer, healthier natural ingredients.
We don’t trouble your banana, and bee honey is very fine. It’s something I add to sweeten my bread, and I prefer it in tea.
What I’m saying is, sugar is a drug, a very powerful drug. It stimulates the production of insulin, or in those who are deficient causes a sugar imbalance that can be dangerous. Sugar can kill you.
Does he know that mulching is a process of inbred fertilization which employs certain decomposed organic materials — including, but not limited to animal sediment — to blanket an area in which vegetation is desired? The procedure enriches the soil for stimulated plant development while, at the same time, preventing erosion and decreasing the evaporation of moisture from the ground.
Brett Stone, who runs DaBronx News (now on our blogroll), is a medical marijuana patient in southern California. As a fundraiser to help the collective, he will roll a 112 gram joint on New Year’s Day: that’s about three feet in length. You have to understand that medical marijuana is legal in California — even if the federal government disagrees — even if it were possible to imagine that the American people would allow their mothers and fathers to be locked in prison for using the only thing that treats their pain and dementia. We won’t tolerate that any more and the rest of the country agrees with us when they understand how they have been deceived. Cannabis is food and medicine, it is benign.
Always judge the tree by its fruit. We have been lied to. You see with your own eyes whether cannabis helps, and you see whether it harms, but no harms can be found. You might not like it, but that’s hardly different from me not liking broccoli. Quite literally, they are both healthy vegetables. Eat your spinach.
Hat-tip to FoM.
It’s really time. I’m not pro-drugs, but I am pro-cannabis. There’s a big difference but they get lumped together. Cannabis is just a plant, made by God or nature. It’s a living thing, a being, that ought not to be exterminated like a plague. We do not need to extinguish more species on this planet, even those we might think harmful have possible benefits we haven’t considered, and when discovered it may be too late. Save your environment if you want to be saved.
And cannabis has not been made less available by prohibition, rather it has increased. Before prohibition cannabis was practically unknown. By the sheer virtue of the laws against it, and the publicity that this engenders, more people discover cannabis and use it. For that I’d almost say thank you, but for the victims.
The victims are what need to be considered. The people who are put in cells for nothing more harmful than consuming or growing a plant, and not just any plant but the singularly most useful plant in humankind’s environment. The people whose lives are ruined, for lack of ability to find a job or educational opportunities after an arrest or conviction, and then when they are made unwelcome because deemed criminals, they are insulted and called lazy.
And it is racist. Minorities are overwhelmingly more likely to be arrested, charged, convicted and punished for cannabis possession than “white” people. Y’all look pink to me anyhow, I gotta say.
So it’s time. Let’s be friends and work it out.
Greetings and salutations, welcome to this place.
I am a baker and a writer, and this is what I will do for now. Will you have some bread?
This letter is a stream of conscious thoughts shared by all who take the herb and treat her with respect.
Some call her Mary and she is the mother of us all.
You have different names for things, perhaps. That’s all good, no worries here. Love is shared whatever name we give.
The US department of agriculture (USDA) issues an annual report on hunger in America, and this year so many families could not afford to put food on their table, eleven million reported going hungry — without a meal. It’s so bad they aren’t even calling them hungry now; the USDA has chosen a new phrase, “very low food security.”
Shakespeare’s Sister has more.
This one was a little spelt flour, a little unbleached wheat flour, with olive oil, honey, raisins, herbs and sea salt.
Very tasty, peppery with a bite to it. Strong and a little dry.
It’s that simple.
1. Kind; gentle; mild.
2. (medicine) Not posing any serious threat to health; not particularly aggressive or recurrent.
Hat-tip to afterburner.
Caught the chaos in the market square
I don’t know what, I don’t know why, but something’s wrong down there
Their bodies twistin’ and turnin’ in a thousand ways
The eyes all rollin’ round and round into a distant gaze
Ah, look at that crowd!
Some are jumping up in the air–say “We’re drowning in a torrent of blood!”
Others going down on their knees, seen a saviour coming out of the mud
Oh Mother! It’s eating out my soul
Destroying law and order, I’m gonna lose control
What can I do to stop this plague, spread by sight alone
Just a glimpse and then a quiver, then they shiver to the bone
Ah, look at them go!
Bunderschaft, you going daft? Better seal off the castle grounds
“This is Moribund, the Burgermeister, I’m going to keep this monster down,
Somebody sent the subversive element; going to chase it out of town.”
No-one will tell what all this is about
But I will find out.
This thing’s outrageous, I tell you on the level
It’s really so contagious must be the work of the devil
You better go now, pick up the pipers, tell them to play
Seems the music keeps them quiet, there is no other way.
Ah, close the doors!
“We’ve tried potions and waxen dolls, but none of us could find any cures,”
Mother please, is it just a disease, that has them breaking all my laws,
Check if you can disconnect the effect and I’ll go after the cause
No-one will tell what this is about
But I will find out
This, the day of the voting, and the communicating of our choices to the world, we raise our voices and proclaim our belief in a better world. A vote is being conducted among the people of the world, a vote for ourselves or for oblivion, and these are the two paths that we must all choose between. My arena is not this one or that one, but all arenas, the universal consciousness.
Before your most ancient ancestors crawled out of the sea, there was grass. Grass was your mother, your life sustainer, for as long as you did not turn against one another. Grass was here before the dinosaurs, before they became predators. Grass was always here for you, but you refused to hear what she said to you in your mind when she said, do not kill your brother and do not aggress against your sister. No mother can choose between her children, and bless one against the other, but when the child grows and moves away, your mother is still there and waiting.
Cannabis sativa is the mother of us all.
Eat grass and consume it for its life giving properties, return yourself to awareness of yourself. Feed grass to all your animals and they will love you, be human to them and they will be good to you. Bake grass into your bread and consume billions of years of wisdom.
Those who wish to remain defiant will do so to their own injury, for you cannot live for long without knowledge of God.
Cannabis is a truth teller, it restores the memory.
I can remember early childhood now, times that I had once thought long ago forgotten. I can also remember what I had for lunch a few hours ago, and what we have planned to eat for dinner. Absent some unexpected emergency, everything now is fine for my family for the foreseeable future, we have a place to live and enough food to eat, and we are happy here.
This is justice, for people who have suffered. I am not going to tell you about what we have been through, everyone has had their challenges. We earned a little happiness in our lives not because we have had pain, but because we are good to one another and those we meet.
But I will speak plainly for myself, and for nobody else who does not care to be described by my words. I practice harm reduction as a goal, to make the world better by reducing suffering. To end the enslavement of people which derives from their pain, as they are whipped by hunger and want if not by sheer force itself. The people need a pain reliever that does not kill them, a satisfactory alternative to the poisons that are now legally sold and prescribed. Only cannabis cures pain without killing the patient.
But there are those whom cannabis will not help, and to them I now address myself. Those who inflict pain, who want for nothing but more, you will not like cannabis, because cannabis will not like you. You will remember yourself, and know what you have done and are doing to people, and you will have to stop doing one of those things. Either you will discontinue cannabis or you will discontinue inflicting pain.
That is justice, for people who have caused suffering. Cannabis can help everyone, but you have to choose it, and that means facing what you must. Here’s the kicker at the end of the sentence. If you use cannabis, you will live. If you do not use cannabis you will surely die. You have a choice now. And you can always change your mind if you don’t like the path you’ve chosen, but there will always be consequences for the choices you have made.
It’s hard to write about politics right now, passions are so high and with good reason. The Republicans ought not to hold office again.
Still, there is tremendous uncertainty who will be counted, if anyone. Perhaps there will be a few surprises, or perhaps the flood will be so overwhelming that nobody could believe a faked result.
The fact is that democracy has already fallen, we are only trying to do what we can to restore it or some replacement that works better at letting the people decide for themselves. Not a majority rule but not a minority rule either, no rule but social custom which lets each of us individually make our own choices with help from the community, and when those choices are anti-social the community may withdraw support.
We want (and by we, I mean myself and those who are with me) a system of government that we choose, not one that we are forced to respect at the point of a gun or the fear of a cell. And now this lovely creation has reinvented secret prisons and secret evidence, and they have already subjected your fellow Americans to their “tender mercies.”
The United States of America is a social fiction. It does not exist in a sense outside of your mental belief in its existence, and those actions which you take in furtherance of its continuation.
We want to enforce a constitution and laws against those who have perverted them, but they will not submit to this authority. Here you must listen if you want to understand: They do not respect your constitution and laws. This is not a polite debate about who will be found wrong, this is not a thief who readily admits his theft. (Though I came as a thief in the night.)
I am not saying these things to instruct you on what to do. That is the point, you have to decide. And if you decide not to decide, then that’s your decision. You do not have to restrict your choices to a menu. You do not have to vote if you do not want to. You do not have to do anything you do not want to do.
Make good decisions, for the best reasons. Help yourself by helping your fellow human being. For as you give so shall you receive. This is Karma now.
Hat-tip to Toker00.