You can find me at parties. You can find me in college. You can find me in 97.5 million American's fat-cells. I have many names; some common, others coded. Many know of me, but many don't know the entire truth about me or why I am so widely appreciated. Some misuse me, lots abuse me and oh so many refuse me. 1,846,351 people were arrested because of me in 2005 alone. 4.9% of those arrests came from the distribution/manufactoring of me, but more importantly 37.7% came from merely having me. Who am I? I am goddess, mary-jane, reefer, cannibis, pot, bud, hashish, mull, green, ganja, dope, fire, good, blaze, grass to name a few, but most governments call me Illegal. Did you know that one with charges of marijuana possession, big or small, lose federal financial aid? So, if one were to commit a murder, he/she could serve time and still receive aid. Whereas, if one were to get caught with a couple of grams of marijuna, they would receive no aid. The question is not legalization, but moreso decrimminalization. Health issues may occur from the use of marijuana on a regular basis such as: respiratory infections (colds), loss of short-term memory, anxiety, increased heart-rate, impaired learning and the dreaded "munchies." Among these issues users have reported to feel a "eurphoic experience." These are facts.
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Bloody Wedding Bells: NYPD Gundown Groom and Friends
A groom and two friends were leaving a club on saturday morning after their bachelor party when they were gunned down in their car by the NYPD. Fifty shots...yes fifty(50)...were fired at the car that the groom drove. A total of twenty-one bullets hit the car. The driver Sean Bell was pronounced dead at the hospital. One of his passengers was hit eleven times and is in critical condition while the other passenger was hit three times and is stable. Ummm...what the hell...on the man's wedding day? The men were unarmed. Just in 1999 New York police fired forty-one shots on Amadou Diallou who was also unarmed. The four officer's charges were all acquitted. 41/4 = 10 shots each...Four Officers...One Man...Forty-One Bullets...Unarmed Shooting + Unarmed Shooting = WTF NYPD...
...complication I cannot believe...
...Why do laws exist in our country or in general...to screw with us...to force us to pay trivial fines and court costs...to put fear in those who fall under that blanket of the law...for so long I've thought laws existed to keep us safe...far from harm...and they do...or rather, in theory they do...in reality laws, seemingly, are methods for the government to mold the society it governs...but what of America...she is the dream...the beauty...the pillar of freedom for the planet...every ideal for which America was founded was blueprint of the perfect society, yet the very roots or foundation of this country didn't exactly develope from the pursuit of a more perfect union, establishment of Justice etc. as the constitution states...rather it was built upon slavery, upon an american-style holocaust, and upon the lands that we as Americans never possessed...so much blood...so much tragedy...so much loss...and what of the gaining? More land? More wealth? More oil? I'm sorry, was I not supposed to say that? Excuse my language...but what the fuck...I was told that if we don't learn about history it will be repeated in the future...the problem is that we've made so much history that the past seems forgotten...but our past is only 3-4 centuries old...are we a modern Rome? Are we a "christian" Nazi Germany? Is the American blood-shed alone worth the profits of a fossil fuel much less the blood-shed of all who lay before us...
...respected highly...this is what my damage could have...
...even after all that...it really doesn't matter...cloud city can keep me here for all that matters...who'd wanna leave this place...who'd wanna leave the situation that we are in...who'd wanna falsify all those chills when lips meet the right place at the right time...who'd wanna give up all the little things that matter...who'd wanna pick up and leave all that has been m
...so what if I fight it...I still like it...
...and I'm willing to take it all for show...all your traps...all your snares...all your mockery...please note that this existance is not meant for you...and when it comes down to this point...where will you run...where will you hide...how will you make your escape...those eyes...they'll never miss...they'll never stare...but they'll always remember...the constant social battle is trivial and pointless...why do the masses continue to toil for that unfruitful harvest...what shall it yeild...envy...betrayal...deceit...and what good does this do...what good is the gossip...and what of this artificial heirarchy that you've all imagined where money, fortune and fame reign among the poor...have we all lost our minds...does currency, as non-existant as it is, really contribute to a stronger individual...do clothes, cars, houses, looks, prestige really make an individual...bah...such a dreamer I am...how could I have failed to realize that this world...this society...all these people are doomed before they start...that these people don't want to change...that these people don't want to see life from the different perspective...that these people don't want to be equal with one another...that this people want and love this fight of life...that these people want to litter the grounds of their enemies with un-detonated cluster bombs to take the lives of young ones that stumble upon them...that these people will, in the face of the truth, continue to take lifes for fuel for their world destroying vehicles...that these people will prostitute themselves for a piece of paper...that these people want it to be this way...
