San Francisco Assemblyman Tom Ammiano argues that it’s time to tax and regulate your favorite herbal barbiturate a.k.a marijuana, as stated in the Los Angles Times on Feb. 24.
Supposedly this proposal would mean legalizing marijuana, which would make California the first state in the nation to tax and regulate recreational marijuana in the same manner as alcohol.
Ammiano's measure, AB 390, would essentially replicate the regulatory structure used for beer, wine and hard liquor, with taxed sales barred to anyone under 21.
He believes that this proposal will help in create state revenue on California’s largest cash crop.
This can be both good and bad news to some of those who have grown to love “Mary-Jane”. It’s great that you can start enjoying your time with your number one “Bud” legally, but you will be paying taxes for your torrid love affair.
But don’t get too excited about yet, it’s quiet obvious a proposal of this magnitude involving legalizing drug use is definitely going to be opposed by those who feel marijuana is a gate-way drug or would lead to a greater societal down fall.
Ammiano does try to appease them by pointing out the pros of legalizing the drug. He believes it would boost public safety by keeping law enforcement focused on more serious crimes and while keeping marijuana away from teenagers who can readily purchase black-market pot from peers.
Not to mention this would also benefit Mother Nature as well, because this would mean uprooting an environmentally destructive pot plantations t
The natural world would benefit, too, from the uprooting of environmentally destructive backcountry pot plantations that erode an already fragile ecosystem, Ammiano said.
Well with any luck and all things work in Ammiano’s favor, you can smoke weed and be environmentally friendly. And to think your mom thought you weren’t doing anything for society be sitting in the basement all day and eating all the Captain Crunch
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Friday, February 13, 2009
Smoke Still Rises...Poetry
On the corner where they place flowers for the dead
A ghetto garden
of innocence no to be forgotten
below the painted memories of eternity
The street lights punctuate the venom of snakes
in concrete grass
sneaking silence onto the tongues of onlookers
A shirt prances to a tune
“STOP SNITCHING”
And the smell seeps into the cracked life lines of the city
The smoke still rises…
Their eyes watch G-d
in astonishing disbelief
Perhaps lil’ Tyrell is holding winged horsemen at bay
for tomorrow in the ICU
Mama is repeating
somber concertos
A soundtrack to dreadful imaginatory fouter
“What If?”
Batted breath leaks slow from hollowed lungs
in and out
Of traumatic displays for funeral brochures
The smoke still rises…
The killers are always near
Where stuffed animals gather
to the sound of wailing sirens frequently daily
Those missed opportunities to tell LaShonda
…childhood is not a sentence to evade,
but they put and end to you
Period…
That precedes a muffled phrase
“STOP SNITCHING”
As the smoke still rises…
Distraught wrecks the haunted halls of an old Baptist Church
As the smoke still rises…
Daddy can’t be father
to baby gone too soon
… As the smoke still rises
A bullet whispered a bloody lullaby to an infant in slumber
Straight through the window/
Next to the Bodega/ on the corner
where the smoke is still rising
There are candle light visuals
for the incumbent souls
Reversed entrapment
made involuntary
Handed a nail for the coffin
… And the smoke still rising
The mournful bellows can’t bring them back
Can’t pull the images from the bricked walls
of the Bodegas on the corners…
Can’t pull blood from stone
As the smoke still rises
There’s a shirt humming
“STOP SNITCHING”
Outside the procession of tears?
Momma will miss you
The promises of love
beyond six feet of Earthy separation
And the kiss that kills you in parting
…the smoke is still rising…
And you can smell it walking
Down the hospital halls/ past the Church pews
It rocks the cradle
….and the smoke is still rising
To the street lights that burn tragedy in effigy
Near the corner
While it walks down the hospital halls
…and the smoke still rising
Past the Church pews
…and the smoke still rising
It’s rocking the cradle
…and the smoke still rising
Daddy can’t be father
to babies gone too soon
…and the smoke still rising
STOP SNITCHING?!
Momma will miss you
And the smoke
is still rising
A ghetto garden
of innocence no to be forgotten
below the painted memories of eternity
The street lights punctuate the venom of snakes
in concrete grass
sneaking silence onto the tongues of onlookers
A shirt prances to a tune
“STOP SNITCHING”
And the smell seeps into the cracked life lines of the city
The smoke still rises…
Their eyes watch G-d
in astonishing disbelief
Perhaps lil’ Tyrell is holding winged horsemen at bay
for tomorrow in the ICU
Mama is repeating
somber concertos
A soundtrack to dreadful imaginatory fouter
“What If?”
Batted breath leaks slow from hollowed lungs
in and out
Of traumatic displays for funeral brochures
The smoke still rises…
The killers are always near
Where stuffed animals gather
to the sound of wailing sirens frequently daily
Those missed opportunities to tell LaShonda
…childhood is not a sentence to evade,
but they put and end to you
Period…
That precedes a muffled phrase
“STOP SNITCHING”
As the smoke still rises…
Distraught wrecks the haunted halls of an old Baptist Church
As the smoke still rises…
Daddy can’t be father
to baby gone too soon
… As the smoke still rises
A bullet whispered a bloody lullaby to an infant in slumber
Straight through the window/
Next to the Bodega/ on the corner
where the smoke is still rising
There are candle light visuals
for the incumbent souls
Reversed entrapment
made involuntary
Handed a nail for the coffin
… And the smoke still rising
The mournful bellows can’t bring them back
Can’t pull the images from the bricked walls
of the Bodegas on the corners…
Can’t pull blood from stone
As the smoke still rises
There’s a shirt humming
“STOP SNITCHING”
Outside the procession of tears?
Momma will miss you
The promises of love
beyond six feet of Earthy separation
And the kiss that kills you in parting
…the smoke is still rising…
And you can smell it walking
Down the hospital halls/ past the Church pews
It rocks the cradle
….and the smoke is still rising
To the street lights that burn tragedy in effigy
Near the corner
While it walks down the hospital halls
…and the smoke still rising
Past the Church pews
…and the smoke still rising
It’s rocking the cradle
…and the smoke still rising
Daddy can’t be father
to babies gone too soon
…and the smoke still rising
STOP SNITCHING?!
Momma will miss you
And the smoke
is still rising
A tulip-rose sunrise before my sunset... poetry/ free-write
I thought you smelled nice
so I followed you in sweet dreams of September morning dew
Placed you in my hair for vanity and good luck
Stared between your iris
And skipped on the path of broken promises in searching
All because your fragrance lured me with temptation
Squeezed you between loose leaf binders
As keepsake
Keep memories
safely trapped in the folds of consciousness
basking in the amazement of the dynamic flaws in your colors
Created murals in your resemblance
Because I knew you wouldn't live long
Accentuated thorns since they were a part of our story
Linear and ever weaving turns in twilight
Captivated by the length of your grace
Stemmed truth in the cusp of a butterflies wings
Teased them to fly back to me to get one more whiff of an illusion in bloom
Sometimes i feel sorry for those who never take the time to get know you
Its as though G-d birthed you in closed nightmares & opened my eyes to see all your pedals in sunrise
Kiss me in the dew of September before
I fall asleep
so I followed you in sweet dreams of September morning dew
Placed you in my hair for vanity and good luck
Stared between your iris
And skipped on the path of broken promises in searching
All because your fragrance lured me with temptation
Squeezed you between loose leaf binders
As keepsake
Keep memories
safely trapped in the folds of consciousness
basking in the amazement of the dynamic flaws in your colors
Created murals in your resemblance
Because I knew you wouldn't live long
Accentuated thorns since they were a part of our story
Linear and ever weaving turns in twilight
Captivated by the length of your grace
Stemmed truth in the cusp of a butterflies wings
Teased them to fly back to me to get one more whiff of an illusion in bloom
Sometimes i feel sorry for those who never take the time to get know you
Its as though G-d birthed you in closed nightmares & opened my eyes to see all your pedals in sunrise
Kiss me in the dew of September before
I fall asleep
Obama's stimulus package
The House approved President Obama’s stimulus Plan on Wednesday, Feb. 11, 2009 with a 246 to 183 vote.
The $787 billion stimulus consist of 36 percent in tax cuts and 64 percent spending for social programs, however the GOP (Republicans) did not lend there backing to this plan. The most important aspect of this plan is that Obama plans to create over 3.5 million jobs, which during our economic times would be more than necessary.
Of those who voted against the plan, they believe there are not enough tax cuts to support our failing economy.
Apparently they’re romancing of the times of Bush’s famed $1.35 billion tax cut package of 2001. Which reminds me, can anyone tell me how we got into this crisis?
In the article posted on BBC News Online, Republican representative Mike Pence said before the vote: "The only thing the Democrats' stimulus bill will do is stimulate more government and more debt."
There go Obama’s plans to end bipartisanship in Washington.
The $787 billion stimulus consist of 36 percent in tax cuts and 64 percent spending for social programs, however the GOP (Republicans) did not lend there backing to this plan. The most important aspect of this plan is that Obama plans to create over 3.5 million jobs, which during our economic times would be more than necessary.
Of those who voted against the plan, they believe there are not enough tax cuts to support our failing economy.
Apparently they’re romancing of the times of Bush’s famed $1.35 billion tax cut package of 2001. Which reminds me, can anyone tell me how we got into this crisis?
In the article posted on BBC News Online, Republican representative Mike Pence said before the vote: "The only thing the Democrats' stimulus bill will do is stimulate more government and more debt."
There go Obama’s plans to end bipartisanship in Washington.
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Not that one likes to assume, but I'm certain most of you haven't heard of
Chen-Lo, and if I'm right, well then you need to get acquainted with Brooklyn's newest hip-hop export.
Originally from Philly, is story-telling lyricist has got what you've been aching for, that is if you're pretty much sick of what passes for hip-hop> these days.
On his track Brooklyn, Chen brings you his own views of one of New York's finest boroughs accompanied with a beat that you can't deny. Needless to say the tough hitting bass and drum is undeniably BK and you won't be able to> stop your head from co-signing every verse. BET even saw it fit to give him a big-up by airing the video for this track on 106 and Park, which can be> found on youtube.com as well.
Since you're dying for something new, check out Chen-Lo and download his> latest mix-tape, The Ink Well for free. Yea that's right for free, and since> we're in a recession you know you can't afford to say anything that won't>rob your unemployment check.
FOR FREE DOWNLOAD OF "THE INK WELL".
http://www.zshare.net/download/54414982813f0232/
Chen-Lo, and if I'm right, well then you need to get acquainted with Brooklyn's newest hip-hop export.
Originally from Philly, is story-telling lyricist has got what you've been aching for, that is if you're pretty much sick of what passes for hip-hop> these days.
On his track Brooklyn, Chen brings you his own views of one of New York's finest boroughs accompanied with a beat that you can't deny. Needless to say the tough hitting bass and drum is undeniably BK and you won't be able to> stop your head from co-signing every verse. BET even saw it fit to give him a big-up by airing the video for this track on 106 and Park, which can be> found on youtube.com as well.
Since you're dying for something new, check out Chen-Lo and download his> latest mix-tape, The Ink Well for free. Yea that's right for free, and since> we're in a recession you know you can't afford to say anything that won't>rob your unemployment check.
FOR FREE DOWNLOAD OF "THE INK WELL".
http://www.zshare.net/download/54414982813f0232/
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