Lightfoot blocks effort to delay recreational marijuana sales in Chicago
Not to be invidious, but I had to check this lady's gender on Wikipedia to make sure she was a stompin' black lady Lesbian (I think): This is it, that America symbolized by the Projects--and the spectacularly beautiful downtown; hog butcher to the world, and Jazz, and Negroes. That I, be it said, know scarcely anything of. Americaof instinctually corrupt--at every level--politics: Fallen now to the Conqueror Weed. And so, strangely, where--believe me--I would never, ever, otherwise have been so, I am bound in the tight, fraternal embrace of similar-minded mutual recognition of fellow flower-addicts: "Brother-Ganja-Eaters," as foretold by the Great Avatar Ramakrishna Himself. Damn. I did so want to be a white supremacist.
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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