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Jun. 30th, 2018

legalize it, time to recognize it

'Marijuana never kicks down your door in the middle of the night. Marijuana never locks up sick and dying people, does not suppress medical research, does not peek in bedroom windows. Even if one takes every reefer madness allegation of the prohibitionists at face value, marijuana prohibition has done far more harm to far more people than marijuana ever could.' - William F. Buckley, Jr. )

Jun. 30th, 2017

Annual Causes of Death in the United States

Tobacco: 435 000
Poor Diet and Physical Inactivity: 365 000
Alcohol: 85 000
Microbial Agents: 75 000
Toxic Agents: 55 000
Motor Vehicle Crashes: 26 347
Adverse Reactions to Prescription Drugs: 32 000
Suicide: 30 622
Incidents Involving Firearms: 29 000
Homicide: 20 308
Sexual Behaviors: 20 000
All Illicit Drug Use, Direct and Indirect: 17 000
Non-Steroidal Anti-Inflammatory Drugs Such As Aspirin: 7 600
Marijuana: 0 )


Sep. 13th, 2016

ooc - chart-type-thing funtiems

I think that going back to school has awoken my deeply buried love of organization. *facepalms* Anyway, I decided to try to make some sort of... chart-type-thing for the Drug Family. It's more like a tangled spiderweb and is rather rough and messy, but I tried. Drug-muns, feel free to point out any mistakes/misclassifications/out-of-date info/what have you.

ETA: Simplified, cleaner version. )

The more detailed, rougher version. )

Sep. 12th, 2015

ooc - family tree funtiems

Tommy promised Bret a diagram of his twisted family tree and I decided to play around in paint a bit. First Family-muns, feel free to make corrections/additions; I'm pretty sure I either messed something up or left someone out.

So have a rough version of the First Family tree. Also included are some loose connections and past relationships. )

Oct. 19th, 2010

when you're worn out and tired, when your heart has expired

Tommy's not paying attention to the lecture in the first place - Harvey left, Paul was distraught, Tommy was just worried - but when a jolt of power runs through him, he almost lets his computer slide off his lap as his eyes close in a stoned daze. Power from mortal Party members, the relative few he has, is like taking a drag from a joint. Bret's registered membership is like taking a deep haul from a blunt. This, however, is like a hit from a vapourizer; it's pure, clean, smooth, strong. Tommy shivers; this is no normal Marijuana Party member, this is an immortal, the first one he's ever had register as a member of his Party. Quietly, carefully, he gathers his belongings and slips out of the lecture hall, finding a secluded area out behind the building to sit and reach out to that new member, to find out who it is.


Tommy smiles in subdued joy and heavy relief; he doesn't know what happened to make Harvey leave town so suddenly, but he knows that it must have been bad. And the knowledge that Harvey is okay enough to register for a political party releases just a touch of the worry and concern that Tommy had felt for the older immortal. Carefully, and with fumbling mental fingers, Tommy reaches out to grasp that newly woven thread of connection between them, the thread that grows stronger under the attention of the Marijuana Party. He doesn't invade Harvey's mind - he could but that would just be rude - Tommy merely lets his consciousness run along the thread, back and forth. He can feel sadness radiating off his friend so Tommy does what he can. He sends warmth, reassurance, fondness, and affection skimming along the thread of their connection where it lingers at the edge of Harvey's mind. It's his choice whether to take it in or not.

With one last touch to Harvey's end of the connection - a mental kiss on the cheek, really - Tommy withdraws and, pushing his hair back from his face and furrowing his brow, resolves to fix the situation he knows nothing about.

So that's what an immortal registering under my Party feels like. Interesting. I just wish it hadn't happened like this.

Paul and Bret. )
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Oct. 16th, 2010

So, should Proposition 19 pass, the DOJ will ignore the will of the voters and "vigorously enforce" federal drug laws in California. Even though, last October, the DEA and the DOJ released a statement saying that they wouldn't be devoting as much of their resources to targetting medicinal marijuana growers. Even though, if Prop 19 passes and they step up their persecution even further, they'll be stomping all over the democratic process.

It's Saturday. It's my only mostly-homework-and-school-free day of the week. I should be out on the patio getting stoned and contemplating the meaning of life or the hairs on the back of my hand. Or lazing around with Bret and checking out furniture sites. Or visiting Dad to see if Cheech is acclimatizing properly to the Highway. Or bribing Cam to check over my accounting homework for me after a few rounds of Halo. Or, hell, if I wanted to have a productive Saturday, I could head down to One White Street and actually get some work done there.

I should not be sitting here, glaring at my computer screen like I want it to explode. Or wishing that Father was here so I could flip him off.

Oct. 7th, 2010

Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap!

Okay, so, Dad just called. And, on his last birthday, he was given a piece of property: One White Street. It was built in 1808 and served very briefly as the Nutopian Embassy when John Lennon and Yoko Ono applied to the UN for diplomatic immunity on the grounds that they were ambassadors of the conceptual country of Nutopia as a bid for American citizenship. He never really did anything with it though, being a perpetually lazy stoner, and now he doesn't want it anymore. Instead, he offered it to me, so I don't have to couch-surf. Also, he says my bodyguard can move in with me whenever I move in, which is good because I'll be safe and, well, I'm really small and I know that I can't possibly take up three whole floors all by myself. I won't even have to cook that much because the ground floor has a gourmet cafe. Plus, they'll be paying rent. To me.

As if that wasn't enough, he's setting up a trust fund for me on Monday. It's going to have 4.5 million dollars in it that I get when I'm eighteen. I can't even begin to imagine all the good my Party could do with that kind of money! He also says that I get a bit of it now, to go toward furnishing One White Street, plus fifty grand to last me the whole year. I'm going to draw up a detailed budget plan, but I really don't spend that much as it is, seeing as my tuition and my textbooks are paid for by Father. All I really buy is food and clothes and, now that I'm not living at the Highway, a small amount of weed. Maybe Dad can give me a few hydro lamps, though, and that'll take care of that expense!

As of Monday, I'm going to have fifty grand, a trust fund worth 4.5 million, and I'll be a property owner.

I feel like I'm going to faint.

I'm not stupid, I know that One White Street was a gift from him. And I saw how much Dad sold the helicopter for, which was another gift from him. It's not enough to replace having my Vater in my life or even being given the courtesy of a "I'm always going to be your Uncle, I'm always going to love you, I just can't be with your Dad anymore"... but, hell, I'd be an idiot not to take advantage of this.

Oct. 1st, 2010

Schwarzenegger signs bill reducing offense for marijuana possession.

"Notwithstanding my opposition to Proposition 19, however, I am signing this measure because possession of less than an ounce of marijuana is an infraction in everything but name," Schwarzenegger wrote in a signing message. "In this time of drastic budget cuts, prosecutors, defense attorneys, law enforcement, and the courts cannot afford to expend limited resources prosecuting a crime that carries the same punishment as a traffic ticket."

Damn straight! I felt it yesterday, but I didn't really get a buzz off it until today, and, wow, this feels good. I'm so happy that Schwarzenegger signed it, because he's right, it'll go a long way to helping to unclog the justice system and this means that less of my people, and Mar- Dad's people, will suffer! I just can't wait until it comes into effect on January first, because if I'm feeling this good now, when it was just signed, I can't even imagine how good I'm going to feel when the situation actually changes.

And I'm not even upset that Schwarznenegger is still against Proposition 19 because the most recent polls have me sitting at 52%-41%! I think I'm going to figure out a way to celebrate tonight. I mean, I can't do anything huge because I have plans with Malcolm later, but...

Oh, I can ask Harvey if I can help cook dinner! That'll be fun and I'll be contributing!

Sep. 29th, 2010

all I want to tell you, all I want to say... is count me in on the journey, don't expect me to stay.

Mark, Marijuana, Papa Glibt, Heroin. )

Sep. 28th, 2010

Johnny and Malcolm. )

Sep. 21st, 2010

Johnny. )

Sep. 16th, 2010

i've found my way, but until then i'm only spinning

Marijuana ice cream has finally hit the shelves.

I'm going to get Dad to procure medicinal marijuana licenses for us so we can go down to California and get some Straw-Mari Cheesecake ice cream! Or, failing that, I'm going to bug him for the recipe I'm sure he has, bug him for an ounce of Blueberry and then hunt down one of the crew to use as a guinea pig. Trouble is, Cam refuses to be my tester since he almost chipped a tooth on one of my brownies, Bryn's on a diet, Wes just grunts and waves me away... and Matty doesn't eat much. Still, ice cream is yummy, so maybe I can get Matty to eat little bites and have a batch perfected to leave for Dad, Vater, and all their employees before I go to Great-Grandfather's farm tomorrow. And I can't burn ice cream, right? I think that, if anyone could do it, it would be me, but I'm hopeful that this'll work out.

I know I'm always saying I'm excited about one thing or another, but there's so much to be excited about right now. Even though I feel all itchy. I'm already all packed up for my trip to the farm and I know that I'm going to have tons of fun with Great-Grandfather and all the dogs. Plus, November! Not only is there a chance that recreational use will be legalized in California, well... everyone needs to look at this photo I just took of the official candidate list for the Vermont general election on November 2nd. Who is that on the candidate list twice, once for a shot at having a senator and once for a shot at having a state governor? Yes, that's right, me. I'm going to be on a ballot. Twice.

If only her campaign material didn't look like I drew it with Matty's crayons while under the influence of a half pint of TRIPle Chocolate Brownie ice cream. But my Party website is something only a half-blind stoner could think looks good, so at least I'm consistent.

Private, viewable by Bret. )

Sep. 14th, 2010

Is telling a mortal your real identity some sort of divine rite of passage? Because I did rather well, I think, even though it wasn't precisely the timing I would have chosen, if I'd been able to choose the time and place. But the whole "you're drunk/high/otherwise intoxicated and that's why you think you saw that minor cut heal itself" thing doesn't really work with someone who doesn't drink or do drugs. It went decently, though, better than it did when Dad told Cam; he was out of it for weeks. And then, when I eventually told him who I was, he looked at me like the very concept of Marijuana being a father was a sign of the upcoming apocalypse, possibly the zombie version. But, yeah, Bret took it alright and now I have two mortal friends who know who I am, aside from the Highway crew because they don't really count count, they have to be nice to me. Although, explaining who I am led to explaining my family and... after I managed to draw a diagram of Father's side of my twisted family tree, I already had a bit of a headache and decided against attempting to draw Dad's.

Anyway, when I was down in California, I talked with a guy who was visiting California NORML from the office of the Deputy Director. Gave him my email and, last night, I was sent an advanced copy of a very interesting article. And while I could quote it in full, because it's really a fascinating read, I'll simply quote a fragment: "Cannabinoids (chemical constituents of Cannabis, the best known being tetrahydrocannabinol or THC) may have a primary role in cancer treatment and prevention. A number of studies have shown that these compounds can inhibit tumor growth in laboratory animal models. In part, this is achieved by inhibiting angiogenesis, the formation of new blood vessels that tumors need in order to grow. What’s more, cannabinoids seem to kill tumor cells without affecting surrounding normal cells." Really, I think I'll let that stand on its own without babbling about it any further, because all I can say, yet again, is "I told you so" and that's not very mature, is it? Instead, I'm going to feel smug and watch What If Cannabis Cured Cancer on my iPad while trying to scarf down some crappy cafeteria food before my night class.

Also, I just registered for Legally Speaking, a student-alumni mingling type of event coming up at school. I'll get to dress up in my fancy clothes and make connections in the legal world! I'm so excited!

Sep. 7th, 2010

I had the best week ever, a perfect last week of vacation before I head back to school. Not only did I get to spend a lot of time with Father and Papa, but I went down to California and got all inspired by the NORML offices and the Castro. Plus, Bret's show was so much fun! I did realize, though, that I didn't really do much this summer. I volunteered, yeah, and made new friends. I helped out at the shop as much as I could without being trained for runs, which basically meant unloading trucks, weighing up product, manning the counter with proper supervision, and figuring out inventory tricks to launder even more money through the Highway. But I haven't really done anything to further my goals, my cause, or to better myself in order to further my goals.

Which is why my upcoming schedule is rather hectic. Since I'm taking night courses on Tuesdays and Wednesdays in order to try to graduate faster, it looks like my only free evenings are Mondays, which will be socializing time, and Thursdays and Fridays, which will be homework time. During the day, I'll either be at class or on campus; breaks will be used for homework and SSDP meetings. Weekends are looking a bit more open; I have shifts at the center and canvassing for Empire State NORML, but I should be able to squeeze some time in there to bug Dad for guitar and/or Spanish lessons and still have time in the evenings to relax and play Halo with Cam or DDR with Matty.

I'm just excited! And my first class tomorrow morning is Leadership in Organizations and later on in the afternoon, I have my Evolution and Revolution class. Just think of what I could do if I combined all that new knowledge!

Also, this? Is rather hot interesting. Oh, the crap I find on Richard Rawlings' MySpace.

Sep. 1st, 2010

I love San Francisco and I love being here with Father and Papa! They're not fighting anymore and all of their attention is focused on me! Yesterday we did a bunch of tourist stuff; we went to the Bridge and Alcatraz and ate at Fisherman's Warf. Today, though, was even better! In the morning, we went to the offices of the California chapter of NORML and it was so much fun. I got to talk to a lot of important people and even though they, at first, thought I was just a stoned teenager (I'm not a teenager and I wasn't stoned), I actually got into a few healthy debates with them and they started to take me seriously. I got some phone numbers, so I can keep in touch and see what I can do to contribute to that particular chapter and to Just Say Now. And they gave me so much swag!

And then I asked if they could take me to the Castro District, which I wanted to see because of its historical significance, but Father had to go buy tickets for the baseball game we saw today, so Papa took me. We ended up walking on Castro Street, from Market to 19th and Papa said a lot of stuff that I'm really going to think hard about. Mostly that history is happening all around us and that, later, when I'm grown up and out of school, I can be a part of it. And that one man can change the world, can bring people together and touch thousands of lives, and, again, when I'm older, I can try to do that myself. It was just really good advice for someone who wants to maybe go into politics and political activism. If Papa wasn't so busy, I'd say he should have his own TV show... Life Lessons With Harvey Stonewall! I'd watch.

Anyway, tomorrow we're going to do a bunch of shopping. Everyone's getting NORML swag as souvenirs but I want to find some other stuff too. And Papa wants to go buy couches that match the classiness of this apartment and will be comfortable when Father wants to watch baseball. I think all that's just code for antiquing, though, but I don't mind. I'm having so much fun!

Aug. 18th, 2010

blocked from Marijuana and Heroin

I don't like it when my parents fight. Well, Dad and Father fight all the time, but I really don't like it when Dad and Vater fight. It's not normal, they're supposed to be completely over-the-moon about each other. It made family dinner tonight a bit tense, but I think I helped! I babbled about my classes, asked Dad to tell me when my polisci profs get the motivation behind the War on Drugs wrong (it was the Freemasons, according to him) and asked Vater for help with the one history elective I was able to squeeze in. It'll be good to get the viewpoint of someone who was actually around for the Victorian era! And then when I asked for a beer, Vater gave me a glass of milk and I think he winked or something at Dad over my shoulder, because Dad actually smiled at him... yeah, I helped. It wasn't as tense, at least by the time dessert rolled around and I stole a bunch of chocolate covered raspberries and left them alone because I really don't want to know what happens when they have chocolate covered raspberries.

And Dad wants black bears and polar bears to guard the shop because of that news story from BC, so, tomorrow, I can buy a bunch of black and white stuffed bears and fill their bedroom with them! They'll laugh and everything will be back to normal. I hope.

Also, I think I just saw Bryn go into Cam's apartment. That's... odd.

Jul. 23rd, 2010

Given that my dad is who he is, I should be able to match a decent batch of brownies. As it is, I might have wasted an ounce of BC Bud, but the brownies aren't that burnt. You just have to be careful when you bite down.

Besides, it's the thought that counts, right?

Left for Heroin. )

Phone call log: Thomas and Glibt. )

Jul. 21st, 2010

I'm starting to get more and more nervous about Proposition 19. The RAND study that Dad mentioned awhile ago, the one about how much the prices could drop if the measure passes in California, might do more harm than good. With the prices so low and the availability so high, usage, according to the study, could shoot up by 150%. While, of course, that's not a bad thing, my opponents are sure to frame it that way. It's still too close, and I don't have enough support. I mean, yes, I have the support of California Green Party, and I'll have to thank my Aunt for that eventually. But the California Democrats announced their neutrality gee, thanks, Father and while I can understand it, I don't have to like it.

More and more, it's looking like the African-American vote could end up being the deciding factor. And that could be a good thing, as prohibition and the War on Drugs is inherently racist, which was shown, most recently, in the recent Drug Policy Alliance study. It stated that, in California's twenty-five largest counties, where African-Americans make up seven percent of the population, they accounted for twenty percent of marijuana possession arrests, almost three times the rate of Caucasian marijuana possession arrests. Proposition 19 could at least help to remove one avenue for police racism and bigotry in California and I'm hoping that'll be recognized, by all Californian voters.

I think Dad had something he wanted to yell at me for talk to me about. But then I told him about the Oakland plan to license four massive medical marijuana farms and I think it slipped his mind. Oh well! If it was that important, he'll remember eventually. Hopefully not, though.

Jul. 15th, 2010

I'm glad I was included in this impromptu trip to Louisiana. Not only did it mean time spent with Father, it really was an eye-opener. I've never been to a beach before, so I didn't have any frame of reference, but even I could see that it simply wasn't right. Looked wrong, felt wrong, and there's definitely a difference between seeing pictures of the damage on the news and actually being there. Safe away from the shores, I think that some people feel a sense of detachment from it all- it reminds me of how we would discuss various conflicts and events in class, discuss the political and global ramifications of it all, but not really focus on the individual, try to put ourselves in the shoes of those suffering through the topic of the lecture. And from being here, and getting a chance to talk to those affected while Father toured the shores, I've gained a perspective I don't think I had before, made me feel personally connected to a disaster I've only been able to watch unfold from the comfort of my own home.

And, good news! The leak has stopped. While Father was there. Because Father was there? I don't know, but he seems rather pleased with himself. I think this means the clean-up can intensify; I'm going to ask the various parents and parental figures and see if any of them would be willing to take me back here at a later date so I can help. I'm not so selfish that I focus on only my own issue.

I'm really glad that we flew down on Father's private jet. It meant that only Father and Johnny saw me make ample use of the air sickness bags. Not my fault! It was my first time on an airplane, after all. Maybe it won't happen when we fly back tomorrow. At least, I'm hoping it doesn't, because I'm going back to the center on Saturday and I don't want to be still recovering from the flight.