THE CANNABIS CALVARY COMETH

25 DAYS IN MAY – MARCHING AGAINST MONSANTO

Temecula, CA – Some of you readers are probably old enough to remember a time where when you bought a white Maytag, it came with a black agitator.

It would seem that any news about marijuana is squelched, whether it be good or bad. Very recently the news has been bad in California. Last week, the Cali Supreme Court ‘decided’ that city councils have the right to practice medicine by deciding whether medical marijuana storefronts can exist in their communal territories for doctor approved sick people. The bottom line is control and intimidation by those descended from Cain, the overwhelmingly majority of all government officials the world over. At the same time, the overseers of Cain’s lot, Monsanto, has moved a step closer to securing the Agenda 21/Georgia Guidestones world population goal of 500 Million through the now protected poisoning of babies, children, and adults. Thanks Barack, you now rank with the Bushes.

Riding into this classic fray between children and evil are, of course, the guardians of innocence, moms from across the nation. However, only one [international] group of females is fighting on both fronts, for safe food and natural, no side-effects, medication. Witness now as the Cannabis Cavalry* rides in, both on May 21^st, LA’s election day on storefronts and May 25^th, the international march day against Monsanto, aka resident evil. Behold, the 420Nurses [also international].

This is a complicated issue folks, a nexus point for seemingly unrelated political cause juxtaposition.

THE CLASS OF 63

OMELETS OF HISTORY

Temecula, CA – Though the major fluff news may be The Rolling Stones doing their ‘50 and Counting’ concert tour, high schools all across the country are also celebrating their 50-year high school class reunions. Today 18-year olds may have mansions on MTV Cribz but 50 years ago things were a lot different, for everybody. Men, women, and children all knew they place and what was expected of them. Like eggs at the grocery store, people had their own container and came in white or brown groupings, one egg carton a pale tan reflection of the white sun.

As I open Memoirs by saying that 1963 was the end of the Dragnet generation, that year also marked a time after decades of law-enforced racial segregation ended but before ‘Black Power’ started. For Louisville, Kentucky, desegregation in public schools started the summer before I entered the sixth grade. By the time I graduated 6 years later, the Class of ’63, would be the last class of Camelot, and a lot of eggs, or traditions, be turned into omelets. In November of that year, the President’s Secret Service driver would turn and end Camelot forever with a .45 slug.

UNCHAIN MY HEALTH – FOR LOS ANGELES VOTERS ONLY

NATURAL WELLNESS VERSUS THE ILLNESS INDUSTRY

Temecula, CA – “The business of America is business” – Tagline from an old National Ad Agency

commercial. While that statement may seem a positive thing on the surface because business is what moves the economy, like everything else today, that statement becomes insidious when you scratch the surface meaning. If you live in America especially, look around, every subject you see is a business/cottage industry.

Besides the actual business bent, every need is commercialized into a business and you wonder where things will top out. As spelled out in Memoirs, the future and the distant past all lead to cannabis. Aside from the forces trying to eliminate or GMO Mary Jane, many ‘good guys’ seek to make money/pimp MJ out in a greed from weed/rag to riches storyline. On top of this, like a corrupt police force, people on city councils are anti-cannabis, intimidated, or callous to the plant’s benefits. Many have plans to ‘chain up’ medical access to sick patients. First, let’s hear from a medical marijuana patient Hardy Macia who doesn’t have adequate medical marijuana access where he lives.

RETAINING YOUR AMERICAN FREEDOM IN THESE DAYS

“IN THE BEGINNING WAS THE WORD”

Temecula, CA – A funny thing happened to me on the way to my 50-year high school class reunion.

A ‘moment of clarity’ occurred in the 11^th grade after I stole an infatuation moonlight kiss from a dozing Jackie Beckett that I was too embarrassed to follow up on. LMHS, or Louisville Male High School, one of the oldest in the state, had/has a rich history of overachievers.

Knowing exactly where I was now in my young life, I looked around and wondered about the future and my role in it. Standing in front of the High School trophy case later, one of two as I remember, I looked at what past graduates had accomplished.

As I looked at the various groups, there were business/civic leaders, politicians at city/state levels, several doctors, and some academia types. I shook my head. Living in the South meant a colored glass ceiling for me in the first two categories, ‘doctor’ was a stretch though the family had one, and I was tired of being in school despite my ‘Happy Days’ existence around the hallowed halls of Male.

Then my eyes spotted something almost hidden in a corner photo.

MAXED OUT IN VEGAS, BABY

KEEPING IT STICKY ON DERBY WEEKEND

Temecula, CA – For the millions who watched the muddy, thrilling, Kentucky Derby at Churchill Downs on television Saturday, I can say without a doubt that the people at the Derby City festival were having the foot-stomping, rocking, uniquely soulful time of their lives. I know this because I have been in town/at the Derby. However, for the great and varied Louisville experience, my Derby weekend was all that and a bag of fries known as ska.

What makes a Derby Day in the state of Kentucky so special?

You visit old friends and make new ones. There are BBQs, alcohol, and people smoking both cigarettes and pot. Usually there is some author or literary person visiting in town that has a new book out. People are out in droves and invariably, there is at least one other sporting event taking place the same day usually at night, after the Derby also. Add in romance, instant local notoriety, and a special group of tourists; that’s the recipe for the Derbies that I’ve experienced as a Derby Day participant. 

What made my Derby Day in the state of Nevada so special? Ska music in great weather.