Industrial Hemp is an emerging market, and America is gonna miss the boat if we keep listening to the Aristorats in Washington. Either decriminalize marijuana and hemp — quick, quick, chop, chop, like when they authorized a blank check to Hank the Bank Paulson — or reinstate the prohibition of alcohol.

ENOUGH WITH THE BULLSHIT.

Invite a coupla those Drug Lords in from the heat — there have got to be a few of ‘em gettin’ on up toward retirement years. The Drug Lords are much better businessmen that American businessmen, obviously. NO WAY JOSE would America’s pansy-assed executives have lasted this long as prey instead of predator.

There are beaucoup bucks to be MADE, and beaucoup bucks to be SAVED. There is also the matter of serving a little Justice along with all our Big Talk.

Otherwise, as testament to Obama’s and Biden’s sincerity, Ashley Biden must be prosecuted to the absolute fullest extent of the law. Failing that, I cry capital-D Discrimination. Were or were not Michael Phelps’ lucrative endorsement contracts yanked on account of his SMOKING MARIJUANA, inarguably a lesser offense than SNORTING COCAINE.

Man up, fellas.

And speaking of fellas who need to man up, where IS Hank the Bank lying in the sun?

There IS money to be made right now. There ARE ways to stimulate this economy.

I declare my belief that corrupt officials in Washington are purposefully hamstringing American entrepreneurial ingenuity in order to safeguard the preeminent wealth of the Ruling Elite.

Not only should American small farmers ABSO-BLOOMIN-LUTELY plant marijuana and hemp this Spring, they should turn those crops TWICE. It stands to Reason.

AP

PARTY ON

I don’t know what the hell is going on in my capricious and heavy-handed country, but last night I was banned without warning from an ostensibly LIBERTARIAN internet forum, for letting loose with a series of concise and strongly worded sentiments — think bumper sticker compactness — about audacious Powers That Be contriving in an “emergency session” to bend the law in Washington DC, in honor Obama’s inauguration, such that Party Goers can guzzle more alcohol at more hours of the early morning.

Right on.  That there’s some Change we can believe in, eh?

Directly upon reading about the latest practice-what-I-preach decadence of hypocritical High Flyers . . . bearing in mind that, for me, to drink is to die and that, for me, just like for the Inauguration Crowd, life in America without any relief whatsoever is quite frankly unbearable . . . I composed the following posts in rapid-read-that-impassioned sequence:

DE-CRIMINALIZE MARIJUANA, YOU HYPOCRITES
OR WE WILL MOVE TO REINSTATE PROHIBITION

DE-CRIMINALIZE MARIJUANA, YOU FUCKING HYPOCRITES
OR WE’LL GIVE YOU A SECOND CIVIL RIGHTS MOVEMENT

ARE WE TO UNDERSTAND THAT THE RULING ELITE
IS ONCE AGAIN ABOVE THE LAWS THAT BIND US?

WHAT THE HELL KIND OF MESSAGE
DO WE MEAN TO SEND THE KIDS?

WHAT THE HELL KIND OF MESSAGE
DO WE MEAN TO SEND THE WORLD?

THE MORE PEOPLE TALK CHANGE
THE MORE THEY STAY THE SAME

WE ARE AT WAR WITH A NATION
THAT FROWNS ON DRINKING
People are dying.

I’ll grant that there were two others that were suitable only in the Wild West of the blogosphere.  Offensive, depending your bugaboo, but not spam.  Spam is the equivalent of junk mail, thrown in willy nilly to disrupt a conversation.  To WHAT conversation could de-criminalization of marijuana be more pertinent than one about “legal” addicts contriving to get bombed all night long, impervious that pot smokers are castigated, penalized and IMPRISONED for “taking the edge off” with considerably more restraint and decorum.   Sorry, but I’m gonna have to go with something on the No Dice – Screw You spectrum.

Then suddenly, unexpectedly — poof — someone whose world view feels threatened flips a friggin’ switch and, just like that, I am denied access to a Board at which I have been posting with integrity since September, which was when I finally threw in the towel on the Board That Shall Not Be Named, an ostensibly LIBERAL board engaging in DIFFERENT methods of censure.  I am pissed.

I cannot believe how quickly and how obliviously people engage in the very practices they decry.

Come to learn I was banned by a 27-year-young A Little Bit Of Knowledge Is A Dangerous Thing RON PAUL devotee.  That’s right, Devotee.  Que paso con Liberty?

FOR FUCK’S SAKE, PEOPLE.  NO ONE PERSON HAS ALL THE ANSWERS.  NO ONE “PARTY” IDEOLOGY WILL WIN ALL HEARTS OR SAVE ALL DAYS.  YES, I DO APPRECIATE THE IRONY OF MY SAYING THAT WHILE I SPOUT OFF LIKE A KNOW-IT-ALL.

When we were kids, we ran loose in the neighborhood and played with a passel of other neighborhood Baby Boomers.  Kick the Can, Steal the Flag, whatever, the more the merrier.  Mercifully not dozens of times but more than once or twice did my father shout out the front door, drunk as you please, “Maude, quit being so bossy.”

If he had always shouted at Maude, that would be one thing.  But he alternated between Maude and my real name, not that there was any rhyme or reason to Maude being laughable but, believe you me, it was.  Ergo, not only did he humiliate me in front of the entire neighborhood on the bossy charge, he broadcast to neighborhood KIDS — kids being commonly noted for their cruelty — that there was also a moniker by which I might be tormented if a kid ever needed extra ammo.  Well done, Dad.  Thanks.

Bossy, absolutely.  But also smart.  And pissed.  This business of me getting hollered at and crapped on and regulated and fined and harassed and taxed and pestered and penalized and minimized and marginalized, so we can keep this Political Farce going — the scandalous and decadent uber rich feasting on the bankruptcies of the poor and ignorant masses who, reduced to abject dependence, agitate for assistance and settle for scraps.  And then there’s me over here, getting trampled like the hapless worker who opened the door at Wal*Mart.  

Okay not like, but like.  Emphatically, I do NOT make light of the man’s death — on the contrary, I am horrified.  The Consumers who stamped the breath of life right out of him?  THE ABLE-BODIED PROCEEDED TO SHOP.  But that dude went straight to Heaven or its equivalent — he is out. of. pain. — while I proceed to die a thousand deaths or go softly into that good night, I can’t tell which. 

No sirree Bob.  My countrymen and I?  My government and I?  We’re gonna have us a word.

I’ll start by adding the following sentiments in remark upon Official Hypocrisy that grows more brazen and more imperious by the week:

LEGALIZE, REGULATE AND TAX MARIJUANA
OR REINSTATE THE PROHIBITION OF BOOZE

CONCERNS ABOUT VIOLENCE IN CAPITOL TAINTING INAUGURATION
PROMPT EMERGENCY SESSION OF CONGRESS TO RECTIFY TRAVESTY

Let’s get this straight. I am essentially a peaceable person. I do not advocate violence.  Me, I think we have no business but business in the Middle East. 

HOWEVER, comma, surveying the courtly pageants of the Ruling Elite, then using history as a guide, I apprehend a Ruling Elite of self-important, self-serving, self-indulgent, greedy, corrupted, capricious, high-flying, moralizing, judgmental, punitive, imperious, impervious, unapologetic carpetbaggers who whip the combustible masses into superficial excitements and who stoke fires of frustration with their ungodly displays of conspicuous consumption against a backdrop of widespread economic suffering.

Think, let them eat cake.

I’m not foolin’ around here.  I am calling my country on its bullshit.