Of all places! Happy, nice-looking Michiganites. Something very evidently has come unglued. I doubt that the shape-shifting carnivorous lizards, who apparently rule us and conduct our genocidal foreign policy, could have foreseen or provided against the, apparently insuperable, popular revulsion against, and throwing off of, cannabis prohibition (which has been for many decades, after all--as revealed to us by Mike Ruppert--the Cash Cow of the Security Agencies of the Deep State) of the last twenty or thirty years. I confess, it makes me a little uneasy: the DEA, band of thugs and pirates that we know them to be, may not yet, I fear, prove to be so easily bypassed and got around.
But no, what I mean is: I look at this guy's handsome, honest, character-full face--see his happiness and satisfaction--and I am filled with unappeasable sorrow and rage against the Lizards that Are that this Honorable Wight should fuckingever have been deprived of Weed, much less punished for possessing it. ¡Never again!
I burn hot. I tend to exhaust people in conversation, like Margaret Fuller did Carlyle. Which leaves me (but apparently not Margaret) always wishing I'd shut up sooner. I have quite a few friends and not many enemies, but I'm very proud of the few I do have. There is consensus among my friends about me, which is how I know to write about myself. What my enemies think of me I have no idea. That, of course, could be dangerous.
The list of interests and favorites is absurdly partial and half-assed, particularly as to music and books. It's the stupid format of the blog itself, as given, that, of course, I color outside the lines and burst the seams of.
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