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?
What happens when Adam’s in prison for the crime of possessing a few grams? Eves tend the garden while he’s away. They make the best of things in the worst of times. Come join them in their cannabis paradise!
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.
Why am I sneaking my impressions of Colorado Amendment 64 into a film review of Lincoln instead of just headlining them “Legalization or Grovelization?” And why are General Spielberg and his Dreamworks cavalry along for the ride?
I didn’t consciously let State of Colorado Medical Marijuana Registry license #MMRB00244 lapse. But it did. A family emergency took me away from Colorado for a month — the time it takes between a physician certifying that you’re sufficiently frail to rate a red card and the registry rubberstamping your transmutation from person to patient complete. Strangely enough, now that I’me back in The Mile High City, I haven’t felt a pressing need to renew it. In fact, I’ve resolved not to.
Anyone who’s poked around Cannabis Commerce knows we’re convinced that pursuing patient rights state-by-state is in a league of one as the single dumbest mistake committed in the long and storied history of American activism. If we’re dead-set against patient rights, then what exactly are we for?
If you’re after a jammed out, patient-centric, goatherd/Deadhead’s take on cannaculture, Doug Fine’s Too High To Fail is the book for you. I had high hopes that a work tagged “Cannabis and the New Green Economic Revolution” would be served heavy on the economics. Nope, there’s just a pinch in a goats head soup consisting of outdoor outlaws, Mendocino mindset, Deadhead data, profit-sharing sheriffs, and zesty zeitgeist.