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Showing posts with label drug laws gone bad. Show all posts
Showing posts with label drug laws gone bad. Show all posts
Monday, August 8, 2011
Thursday, June 24, 2010
WHY IS IT THAT LAW ENFORCEMENT ALWAYS SHOOTS THE DOG?
http://stopthedrugwar.org/chronicle_blog/2010/jun/21/police_kill_grandmothers_dog_in_
To demoralize?
To make subservient the owner?
In a case like this, it surely wasn't necessary.
To demoralize?
To make subservient the owner?
In a case like this, it surely wasn't necessary.
Friday, May 7, 2010
SWAT TEAM TERRORIZES FAMILY, SHOOTS PETS OVER SMALL BAG OF MARIJUANA
http://www.prisonplanet.com/keeping-america-safe-swat-team-storms-family-home-shoots-pet-dogs-over-small-bag-of-marijuana.html
And Geraldo Rivera goes to Afghanistan and finds out that the CIA and American troops are encouraging the growing of opium poppies to make friends with the people, so it can be shipped all over the world?
And SWAT teams for a little bag of pot?
The world is going crazy and it isn't the people. It's the government.
And Geraldo Rivera goes to Afghanistan and finds out that the CIA and American troops are encouraging the growing of opium poppies to make friends with the people, so it can be shipped all over the world?
And SWAT teams for a little bag of pot?
The world is going crazy and it isn't the people. It's the government.
Saturday, March 6, 2010
Jefferson's Monticello poppy garden erased from public memory
http://www.alternet.org/story/145872/how_the_dea_scrubbed_thomas_jefferson%27s_monticello_poppy_garden_from_public_memory
This is how they do it - scrub things from memory just like in George Orwell's "1984". If you haven't read it, or haven't read it in a long time, please find a copy and READ IT. I'm reading it now and just came across a spectacular passage I will enter here maybe tomorrow.
My mother's pride and joy was her flower garden. The flamboyant oriental poppies, always orange - for no other color would do - bloomed mightily under her hands. They bloomed with the quieter, sweeter peonies, after the tulips. Put those magnificent flowers in Grandma's cut glass vase, the one that sang like a fairy chime, and you just had to stand back and marvel.
We did not extract the juice. We were not poppy addicts. My mother explained that the sap was used to make heroine, and in Chinatown, in those dark allies, and curtainless windows there were ugly places where ugly dope addicts lived in squalor. They smoked opium pipes. It ate their brains. They died of their addiction.
But the seeds were harvested to decorate rolls.
And they were beautiful.
Did I want to end up in Chinatown, in the dirty, dark places, an addict?
HELL, NO!
And so, my mother divided her plants every year and gave them to friends, family, gardeners she barely knew who admired them, just like her grandmother from Cuba did.
It's a family thing.
Bright, brilliant, hot orange, we just love poppies. And so did old Tom Jefferson.
How sad the paranoia of the federal government, taking away our freedom even to enjoy a flower.
This is how they do it - scrub things from memory just like in George Orwell's "1984". If you haven't read it, or haven't read it in a long time, please find a copy and READ IT. I'm reading it now and just came across a spectacular passage I will enter here maybe tomorrow.
My mother's pride and joy was her flower garden. The flamboyant oriental poppies, always orange - for no other color would do - bloomed mightily under her hands. They bloomed with the quieter, sweeter peonies, after the tulips. Put those magnificent flowers in Grandma's cut glass vase, the one that sang like a fairy chime, and you just had to stand back and marvel.
We did not extract the juice. We were not poppy addicts. My mother explained that the sap was used to make heroine, and in Chinatown, in those dark allies, and curtainless windows there were ugly places where ugly dope addicts lived in squalor. They smoked opium pipes. It ate their brains. They died of their addiction.
But the seeds were harvested to decorate rolls.
And they were beautiful.
Did I want to end up in Chinatown, in the dirty, dark places, an addict?
HELL, NO!
And so, my mother divided her plants every year and gave them to friends, family, gardeners she barely knew who admired them, just like her grandmother from Cuba did.
It's a family thing.
Bright, brilliant, hot orange, we just love poppies. And so did old Tom Jefferson.
How sad the paranoia of the federal government, taking away our freedom even to enjoy a flower.
Monday, September 28, 2009
This came in from Liberty Maven -
http://nuttynewswire.com/?va=15783
It's something I never heard of, and never thought of. What if I get sick and give someone my debit card, or a check and send them off to get over the counter cold meds. Then maybe someone else in the house gets sick. What if we are shut ins? Do we all have to wait for the knock on the door?
This is too, too much.
It's something I never heard of, and never thought of. What if I get sick and give someone my debit card, or a check and send them off to get over the counter cold meds. Then maybe someone else in the house gets sick. What if we are shut ins? Do we all have to wait for the knock on the door?
This is too, too much.
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