The UN has been talking about drugs at their ungass meeting in New York this week. The previous meeting talked about a drug free world. This time however, after the full devastation of the war on drugs has been felt, the UN body has changed. The focus is moving from punishment to a health care approach. There are now more drugs, more readily available than ever before. Simply jailing drug users is not helping. A drug addict is the consequences of a bad environment, bad choices and an availability of drugs. To change this situation, you can’t just focus on one part of the problem. We need a tilt away from our crooked friend, Richard Nixon’s policies of racism and move in a more responsible, compassionate direction.
For cannabis, there has been an interesting positive result. Medical cannabis has been recognized by the majority of participants. This means more acceptance of the plant being used as an alternative to current pharmaceutical options. The language is still unclear, but medical cannabis is moving forward. When we understand that all cannabis use is medicinally beneficial, it finally opens the door for cannabis.
It is now up to the general public. If we organize into cannabis clubs and show that we are both engaged and trustworthy, the plant will be adopted much quicker. Join or create a cannabis club. Get serious about becoming a professional medical cannabis grower but most of all, get active. The grey area surrounding cannabis has just increased in size. It is up to us to fill it with medical cannabis community cooperation.
And just like that, the plant went from a national security threat to simply another plant in the lush paradise that is Jamaica. If you look hard at the photo, you should not be able to observe any Armageddon like catastrophes unfolding around the plant. In fact, with rich soil, sunshine and a little rain the plant starts to grow like all the other weeds.
The winners here are, sick people who can benefit from the plant’s medicinal properties, farmers who will have another cash crop, people who want a health alternative to alcohol and baby Jesus who told me in a dream last night that cannabis is his idea of a good time.
The losers are the lazy police and politicians that profited from harassing a free thinking segment of the population, the rabid prohibitionists, the racists that didn’t like “them niggers getting all uppity” and obviously the pharmaceutical and alcohol industries.
Our choice as a community is to lend our support for a loving, science based group of evolved humans or continue with the greedy, hate filled spineless shits that currently rob us blind while condescendingly assuring us that they do what they do for the greater good.
Well done Jamaica, Bob Marley would be very proud. Uruguay, parts of America, Holland and now Jamaica have proven that cannabis is not a big deal. Like camera phones making the police act better, cannabis legalization makes our system of government change for the better too. Sorry grey bureaucrats that are just waiting for retirement, but we actually require that you do some work. Legalize and regulate the plant so we can figure out how best to use it (AGAIN) for the betterment of society.
It all started with white widow. This almost trippy indica hybrid has stolen the show for decades. It is beautiful to grow, smoke and behold. When I was younger we used to whisper about this strain. Imagine if we were over there now boys, sitting back on one of those well worn couches in the Old Amsterdam Coffee shop! When we finally did make it over to Amsterdam, we embraced white widow like a mother embraces their long lost child. We were staying for a sunny weekend in late spring. In an effort to do something cultural we tried to find some famous art gallery or other. This adventure ended when we got confused and had to pause and seek shelter under a lamp post. We remained there until one of us built up the nerve to suggest we head back to the coffee shops in the red light district. The nights were a blur. We call Amsterdam the Dam back home. Well the Dam nearly swallowed us whole. I remember being in a bar and watching another group of stoners talking and having fun. The place was packed because it was a Friday night. One of their group got up to get a drink and he was obviously very stoned because as he went over to the bar he continued the conversation he was having when he was sitting at his table. It was strange to watch him roar at his friends over the heads of strangers and yet somehow it seemed normal.
On our final day in the Dam we all had early fights home to civilization. Everyone except Fiachra that was. He was living in Spain at the time and had a later flight back. We all packed our bags and checked out. With a few hours to kill before our flight we decided to get as stoned as possible. With time evaporating, like a marauding tribe we headed for the airport leaving poor old Fiachra to the Dam. At first he walked around, exploring some of the streets we hadn’t been on. As the minutes ticked along however, the slow, cold creep of paranoia took hold of him. He started to become convinced that everyone was out to do him harm. Trying to dismiss the thought at first, soon it became the inevitable conclusion from obscure signs in his surrounding environment. A small breeze, yep, definite proof of a conspiracy. Two old people standing by the canal and checking their map, probably a signal to the others to come get him in a minute. As time passed in a vortex of fear and shame he was quite certain that he was about to be torn limb from limb by the maddening horde. Finally, with wrecked nerves he decided to put an end to it. He walked up to the largest person he could find (a big black dude standing outside a coffee shop) and asked him in him most confident, frightened little child’s voice, excuse me, is everyone here trying to kill me? The large man for a moment looked him square in the eye, then as his serious eyebrows lifted and his face broke into a gently smile he laughed, no man, your just stoned . . . With friendly human contact Fiachra was back in the land of the living.
Happy 420 everyone, love and laughter from Prague
Having some nice pot to go with a ramble through our ancient Prague streets or to bring on the giggles with friends is a treat. There are many health benefits to consuming the plant. It is a powerful anti inflammatory agent and besides regulating our nervous and cell functions it is also a fun mood enhancer. Wonderful I hear you say. Except cannabis has been kept in the shadows by governments all over the world, including Prague’s own ruling hypocrites. People don’t die from consuming cannabis, they heal. The system is doing a massive injustice by keeping the plant technically illegal. Besides putting people in prison there is another negative effect. Most cannabis growers put toxic Plant Growth Regulators (PGRs) into their plants. Some of the chemicals cannot be flushed out of the plant and instead they get consumed by unknowing pot lovers.
Organically grown food and cannabis is best for you. Marijuana is a health supplement but if the pot is grown with the aid of Paclobutrazol or similar toxic chemicals then you are actually harming your body. Prague growers need to choose organic growing methods. Yes you can have smaller yields by going organic but it is the right thing to do. When you are buying pot in Prague (and obviously everywhere else!), make sure you are getting it from a bio grower. This video gives us a quick glimpse at the problem. Cannabis is an amazing plant, lets not ruin mother nature’s medicine with greed.
Bob Marley was a lot of things to a lot of people, but a corporate stooge, he was not. It has just been announced that Bob Marley’s estate will use his image and name to promote a global marijuana brand. Ever since the American government began to ease prohibition, business has tried to figure out how to capitalize. So with dollars in their heart and a cynical marketing move they are trying to combine the love of greed with the loving life example that was Bob Marley.
This is what big business wants. The Mac Bob Bud. Sir, do you want extra large dabs with that order? Happy heal meals for 10 dollars and stores being opened up all over the world. America, the most rabid cannabis prohibitionist will now turn into a militant exporter of the plant! Go figure. I don’t know what Bob would think of his name being used by a corporate investment fund but it, at the very least goes against his ideals of power to the people.
The ending of prohibition can go one of two ways. The most likely direction involves huge corporate money being pumped into cannabis production and distribution. Vast chains of McDonald like businesses giving the public what they want. Or we could have a home growing revolution where people take responsibility for their own medicine supply. I am rooting for the second option. Today big pharmaceutical companies rule our health. We must tolerate their obscene profits and swallow their toxic medicine. Scientific research on cannabis shows the plant is a powerful anti inflammatory agent. It fights pain in a non toxic way and increases appetite. It has been shown to fight cancer, protect the brain and regulate our nervous system. Having direct access to this medicine lessens the grip big business has over our lives.
Bob Marley is not responsible for his decedents. His family are cashing in on his name. I presume some slick Wall Street type flew to Jamaica and kept throwing money at them until finally they bit. Bob Marley’s message was about love. Using his image and stature to sell pot to the world is an amazing coup for the money men. Hopefully along the way a bit of his soul infects their greedy intentions. One love.
Prague is a weed friendly city. Yesterday morning on my way to work, there was a pretty, hippie looking girl walking down the street smoking a big old joint. She looked busy within her world but oblivious to the people around her. Nobody else cared or noticed she was smoking. This is something you come across often in this city, pretty girls and marijuana. Czech movies portray pot smoking as somehow romantic, a lost, gentle soul living his or her life their own way. Besides Spain and Holland we have the most liberal attitude to cannabis in Europe. You are much more likely to see people smoking on the streets of Prague than you are in Amsterdam or Madrid.
During those golden summer evenings that are all but forgotten now we used to go to the best outdoor pub in the city. Letna park sits up on the north bank of the city. From this height you look down on everything but the castle itself. Drinking a beer and sharing a joint as we all find the night more and more amusing. The city hum is drowned out by our fellow revelers.
Alas the autumn is here. We have only a few warm days left until we are pushed into warm thick coats and heated rooms below the street level. Prague has many basement bars, probably the most famous one is found at the top of Vodickova street. U Sudu is a bar for the people in the know. You will walk past it every time unless someone points it out. A small entrance leads to a cramped looking, long bar. The magic of U Sudu and probably for the Czech people themselves, is you have to go all the way in. At the back there is a door with stairs winding down into another room. From this space you can move deeper and deeper into the Prague night underground. Down there time stops. You are in a rabbit warren. Terrible Czech red wine is served with Pilsner beer. A cloud of pot smoke hangs over the tables and chairs. On more than one occasion I have lost my way in this place. I don’t know if the place was a bomb shelter or a forgotten section of metro. Whether new or old to the city, if you haven’t been, grab some pot and head on down.
If this isn’t what the internet is for, then I don’t know what is. I know this is an old one, but it made me laugh, hey let’s go for a curry!!!