In today’s uplifting episode, the tide turns as the first RMJ dispensary in a 90-mile corrider between Denver and Pueblo opens in tiny Manitou Springs, Colorado — the very week the mighty New York Times unleashed a devastating assault on federal marijuana prohibition! Are these events connected?
Conventional media keeps gushing over rec weed like it’s the greatest thing since sliced gluten-free bread. So how come I live right outside Denver, Colorado, and I still had to drive 90 minutes to score some?
As cowboy chemists amp up the creativity — whipping up an astonishing variety of increasingly high THC-count concentrates like wax, shatter and oils — enterprising personal vaporizer manufacturers have to be nimble to keep up with these rapidly expanding product offerings.
Can we talk? I haven’t been doing much of that lately. Here, that is. Why not? Well, for starters, what most people accept as legalization I’d call grovelization. That cuts to the heart of the matter.
The inimitable Jon Gettman sounds off live from “Old Virginny” at The Air & Space Museum Annex in Chantilly and at the hallowed site of George Washington’s former hemp fields in Mount Vernon. A 45-minute virtual interview recorded via Skype completes the poteconomics spectacular.
One guy yakking about how how many cannajobs could be created, how much cannatax could be collected, and how much cannabiz could be conducted is a lone voice howling in the wilderness; when another wolf joins in, all of a sudden you’ve got yourselves a movement.
When you’re a 17-year-old sophomore at American University and it’s the Fall of 1969, you figure a series of antiwar rallies that attract crowds of 500,000 fellow students, “peaceniks,” and “outside agitators” to DC is all just part of college life. How would you know any better?
The words “pot,” “cannabis,” and “marijuana” bring to mind images of problems, problems, and more problems. Cannabis, the little weed that could, is embroiled in controversy in just about every country on earth. But not every country.
The curious case of the Empire State and its progressive-or-regressive-depending-on-who-you-talk-to governor Andrew Cuomo. MMJ “activists” vilify him for his failure to anoint the sick and dying as a privileged, weed-worthy group … yet Governor Cuomo may be more passionate about preventing racially-profiled arrests than anyone.
Despite mounting evidence to the contrary, certain “esteemed economists” have made careers out of furnishing false information like, “Marijuana is no cash cow” — and mainstream media compliantly chews the cud.
The “O” in O.Pen may as well stand for OMG — it’s god’s gift to personal vaporizing and it’s O.utrageously good. In fact, I’m wracking my brain trying to think of a reason not to own one. What’s not to like about a device you can take to airports, churches, sporting events, concerts, county fairs, PTA meetings, malls, movies, restaurants, bowling alleys and bars and no one’s the wiser after you sneak a quick hit?