¡Cannabis business in Uruguay still grows six years after legalization!
The historical record of human rights (abuses) in Uruguay, thanks mostly perhaps to direct meddling by the US (and its violent military and paramilitary agents), but still--even in its own right--is a pretty gruesome story. Thanks largely, I think, if I may indulge myself in a little racist cultural typification, to the bloody, exploitative, Catholic, colonial ethos of native Uruguayans. Still, they are a comely people, with an exquisite intelligentsia, and partly upon these strengths they have become, willy-nilly, the first and premier national weed-liberators in the world. From motives rather absurd perhaps (from this end of the telescope), but rational enough.
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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