WHAT WE KNOW SO FAR
Temecula, CA – The local and state-wide election results are in. Riverside County looks sunny but the rampant top tier political corruption* rages unabated like a California wildfire driven by Santa Anas. The low humidity is Sacramento, the breeze is cold as the fires in hell, and the low pressure system driving all this is drawn in green ink. As with the physical weather, we the people on the ground now look for shelter because like the weather, who can do anything about the politics of money? The Founding Fathers are spinning like propellers.
Locally the man in the Robert Hall suit came in third. I don't have to speak his name because his signs are all still up around town. WOTS is that's the new place for Christmas Tree lights come this December. Seriously though, losing any competitive endeavor hurts the ego and usually the wallet. This is a time to pull back and reflect, so there are no more zingers. Good luck in the future to both ex-candidates. These are trying times for us all, like when it rains.
Congratulations to Chuck Washington on your win. Though party lines don't seem as visually promoted here in comparison to other places' signage that I've seen, Mr. Washington is a Democrat and the two people running against him were both Republicans. Although some might point to that and go 'ah-ha', those of us who live in this valley know that's not the case. This happened because the area here is different and Chuck was the better candidate. This valley of the morning mists situated next to the gem of the valley is now in your care, Chuck. May you treat all of them as well as your old council treated the wineries in their new* rules. Why do I say this?
Except we know that last scenario isn't going to happen because there is a ton of shit coming. The Bible says it; the Qur'an says it; Shiva says it. They all say it. But for those of us who believe in the Bible and have read Isaiah, it also says that while some areas are catching hell, others will be spared. I think I know where we all want to be. It also says that God has called his buds to those areas, so we are left with two questions. How do we find such a place and why was I given grace to be there?
The first answer is a Jack Reacher answer. The place finds you. This means you do something to stand out. When you factor in the realization that the information in the Bible and other books, especially esoteric ones, regarding future events could have only been revealed through time travelers on a level we consider God-like, then it becomes apparent that you, being in the place you are, we are, are there by design and for a reason.
Let's look at the obvious first. That elusive reason wouldn't be to take care of the homeless, less my Christian friend on the [Memoirs] book cover wouldn't be in the shape he's in, regardless of how he got there. The reason also wouldn't be to take in refugees. That has also been well documented in these parts and on these pages. What else stands out in this region that ties to Chuck Washington? Here's a hint: see the Valley News, 1-22-2016 issue. Second hint: look below Animal Friends story, same issue.
And now in the vein of you not knowing me, Mr. Washington, here is a letter taken unedited [except for the words 'Christian', 'Christ', and the 'anointed' reference, pictures] from MSN after the comments were restored for public access.
“The Nixon campaign in 1968, and the Nixon White House after that had two enemies: the anti-war left and black people. We knew we couldn’t make it illegal to be either against the war or black, but by getting people to associate the hippies with marijuana and blacks with heroin, and then criminalizing both heavily, we could disrupt those communities. We could arrest their leaders, break up their homes, break up their meetings, and vilify them night after night on the evening news. Did we know we were lying about the drugs? Of course we did.” --John Ehrlichman
Prohibition of marijuana is a premise built on a tissue of lies: Concern For Public Safety. Our new laws save hundreds of lives every year, on our highways alone. In November of 2011, a study at the University of Colorado found that in the thirteen states that decriminalized marijuana between 1990 and 2009, traffic fatalities have dropped by nearly nine percent—now nearly ten percent in Michigan—more than the national average, while sales of beer went flat by five percent. No wonder Big Alcohol opposes it. Ambitious, unprincipled, profit-driven undertakers might be tempted too.
In 2012 a study released by 4AutoinsuranceQuote revealed that marijuana users are safer drivers than non-marijuana users, as "the only significant effect that marijuana has on operating a motor vehicle is slower driving", which "is arguably a positive thing". Despite occasional accidents, eagerly reported by police-blotter ‘journalists’ as ‘marijuana-related’, a mix of substances was often involved. Alcohol, most likely, and/or prescription drugs, nicotine, caffeine, meth, cocaine, heroin, and a trace of the marijuana passed at a party ten days ago. However, on the whole, as revealed in big-time, insurance-industry stats, within the broad swath of mature, experienced consumers, slower and more cautious driving shows up in significant numbers. A recent Federal study has reached the same conclusion. And legalization should improve those numbers further.
No one has ever died from an overdose of marijuana. It's the most benign 'substance' in history. Most people—and particularly patients who medicate with marijuana--use it in place of prescription drugs or alcohol.
Marijuana has many benefits, most of which are under-reported or never mentioned in American newspapers. Research at the University of Saskatchewan indicates that, unlike alcohol, cocaine, heroin, or Nancy (“Just say, ‘No!’”) Reagan’s beloved nicotine, marijuana is a neuroprotectant that actually encourages brain-cell growth. Researchers in Spain (the Guzman study) and other countries have discovered that it also has tumor-shrinking, anti-carcinogenic properties. These were confirmed by the 30-year Tashkin population study at UCLA.
Drugs are man-made, cooked up in labs, for the sake of patents and the profits gained by them. Often useful, but typically burdened with cautionary notes and lists of side effects as long as one's arm. 'The works of Man are flawed.'
Marijuana is a medicinal herb, the most benign and versatile in history. “Cannabis” in Latin, and “kanah bosm” in the old Hebrew scrolls, quite literally the Biblical Tree of Life, used by early Christians to treat everything from skin diseases to deep pain and despair. Why despair? Consider the current medical term for cannabis sativa: a “mood elevator”. . . as opposed to antidepressants, which ‘flatten out’ emotions, leaving patients numb to both depression and joy.
The very name, “Christ” translates as “the anointed one”. Well then, anointed with what? It’s a fair question. And it wasn’t holy water, friends. Holy water came into wide use in the Middle Ages. In Biblical times, it was used by a few tribes of Greek pagans. But Christ was neither Greek nor pagan.
Medicinal oil, for the Prince of Peace. A formula from the Biblical era has been rediscovered. It specifies a strong dose of oil from kanah bosom, ‘the fragrant cane’ of a dozen uses: ink, paper, rope, nutrition. . . . It was clothing on their backs and incense in their temples. And a ‘skinful’ of medicinal oil could certainly calm one’s nerves, imparting a sense of benevolence and connection with all living things. No wonder that the ‘anointed one’ could gain a spark, an insight, a sense of the divine, and the confidence to convey those feelings to friends and neighbors.
I am appalled at the number of 'Christian' politicians, prosecutors, and police who pose on church steps or kneeling in prayer on their campaign trails, but cannot or will not face the scientific or the historical truths about cannabis, Medicinal Herb Number One, safe and effective for thousands of years, and celebrated as sacraments by most of the world’s major religions.' - William Clark
When I first came across this letter I was gladdened but not surprised to find someone who appeared to have read Memoirs of Mr. Pete & Mary Jane Green, particularly Chapter 20, but in truth I knew that hadn't occurred since my book is barely past the friends and social contacts stage in buzz. I knew because I encountered the same thing when I went to Occupy Los Angeles for two months, absorbing the hallowed ground of The Daily Planet under ancient tree canopies.
Mr. Washington, you stand today convicted by your own words about the fight just starting. There is a civil war going on now over the right to own and patent a plant, an herb. If they win, your vines are next. Don't believe me, look up Pastor Martin Niemoller.
The fight you speak of has started and will come this way no matter what. You have [been] chosen to enter this fight but you have another choice. You can walk in just as you came into the world, naked of the truth and being smacked on the ass, or you can become enlightened of all the issues and hammer out a defense in advance of the Queen descending with her Regulators.
For a palaver, I can be reached through the publisher of the Calendar. Strangely, he seems to always know where to contact me. Maybe that's because we go back, way back, Mr. Peabody back. For my back story and resume, it will cost you a modest bottle of wine or the present FMV of a gram of medical grade cannabis [marijuana]. My pedigree is available on Amazon (audio version half the price, CDBaby.com, recorded at Strike Twelve Studios by moi).
Remember three things: A rising tide raises all boats; the old MTV motto back when you were tipping and dipping your wings applies to politicians, Too much is never enough, and
It is as in the Days of Noah
Have A Nice Day
(*- The Weekly, 6-9-2016 issue, a publication of the Press-Enterprise)