I pause once again to thank the goodness of my friends for helping enable the “level of success” I have achieved since returning to the US as a shell-shocked (yet surprisingly fabulous) senior citizen expat widower three years ago. One thing I’ve learned from the experience is that there are more people out there actually paying attention to my content and concerned for my well being than I would ever anticipated. They’ve been the difference between survival and what I define as surthrival, which is at least halfway up the fourth tier on Maslow’s hierarchy of needs. Self actualization can only be achieved in a sunny high mountain meadow sipping fire-brewed coffee and passing one of Willie’s Reserve around the tambourine circle, but I don’t want to give away all the secret society stuff. Come visit and we’ll talk.
The Hobo Heretic Has Arrived
I’m claiming my rightful throne as Hobo Heretic of the high mountain meadows. It’s the direction that providence has pushed me. A retirement position that combines talents acquired lately in the fine art of minivan living with my lifelong fight against the disruptive effects of belief in things that cannot be tested. As always, my content will reflect that which interests or concerns me, untainted by the concern of mass appeal or monetary manipulations. Expect a mix of the usual eclectic high mountain meadows magic, notes on van life along with the occasional political screed, because, well….just because. (He’s guilty as shit and everybody knows it)
Though Peter and I disagreed on matters of faith we were both committed to the rights of patient access to medical marijuana. Take a moment to give thanks and praise to a fallen hero in the war on marijuana.
Obama is doing such a fine job that it triggered Rudy Gulliani into orchestrating a self destructive ego implosion.
Muslim miracle as huge fire fails to collapse one of their tallest skyscrapers. Is it a sign from Allah or just good engineering?
That lady who went looking to gun down that neighbor kid for pissing her off ended up getting gunned down herself. Awkward.
Some Nascar dude beat on his wife but there’s no elevator footage so he’ll probably be back to spinning around in circles in no time.
Apple is hiring up people and actually paying them what they’re worth which is causing their competitors considerable consternation. Beneficial free market concepts are rarely “trickled down” far enough for the workforce to partake of. Their former employers are gearing up to spend a fortune enforcing non-compete clauses costing millions that could have otherwise been applied to the workers before they bolted. Walmart was so spooked they cranked their pay knob all the way up to ten!
We should outlaw non-compete clauses. We’re a competitive society, not some hippie-lettuce toking, tambourine-circle banging commune-ists (exceptions: Colorado, Washington, Alaska and yours truly).
Benton Mackenzie, 48, was convicted in Iowa district court jury of marijuana manufacturing and conspiracy, along with his wife, Loretta, 43, the Quad-City Times’ Brian Wellner first reported. Their son Cody, 22, was found guilty of misdemeanor possession of marijuana and paraphernalia. Benton Mackenzie, who had been barred by Judge Henry Latham from a defense that explains he grew cannabis to relieve his aggressive and rare cancer of the blood vessels, faces a minimum of three years in prison when he is sentenced later. His family said they intend to appeal the verdicts. Mackenzie said prison may kill him as his health worsens.
Benton Mackenzie is dead.
He should forever be remembered for the way he chose to live, pushing against Iowa’s ancient marijuana laws and a local prosecutor’s unyielding pursuit of a conviction, certainly not justice. Mackenzie chose to use his final days to force Iowans – and all Americans – to stare down hypocrisy and discover how Iowa and Scott County squandered taxpayer money to assure he left this world convicted and impoverished. (qctimes)
Iowa prosecutors hounded and convicted a suffering cancer patient right to the end of his life for the diabolical ‘crime’ of trying to treat his painful tumors with home grown marijuana.
About those tumors:
What kind of barbarians have the people in Iowa become since I left there in 1976?
Why would any rational person go out of their way to commit an act of inhumanity this great against a sick and dying man? When I visited Iowa late last year, I noted that there were so many meth heads roaming the streets it looked like a casting call for Breaking Bad and yet the police and prosecutors are wasting time and tax dollars chasing after terminally ill pot smokers. Not all the pigs in Iowa are in hog containment facilities. Some of them are running roughshod through the halls of their government offices.
Skipping church this morning to listen to the latest Pink Floyd album. Here’s their new song titled “It’s What We Do”. This is the PInk Floyd your momma raised you with! Reminds me of the era when pot was still illegal in Colorado and Justin Bieber wasn’t busy shaving the hair off his balls, his cat or his tongue. I can’t keep up anymore. Blame it on the jujujoints and/or my sick mind.