Trim, Trimmers, and Eggs.

It was around 7:30 when I found a spot at the counter in the House. The full name of the place is the ‘Hash House.’ Some of the regulars call it the Finger-Hash House because of the amount of growers who dine there. For me, it’s a just great place for eggs and toast while you wait for the fog to burn off in the Mendocino County morning.

I’ve spent the past few nights in Mendo looking at the amazing harvests that is starting to come in. This year looks to be stellar. Some buds I saw clocked in at around two to three O.Z.’s each.

The place is crowded with locals in the standard knee-high rubber boots, overalls and the best outdoor hempware that you could barter for. Some of the younger kids at a table in the back whose eyes were basically still super-glued shut, had errant leaves and small nugs stuck to the threads of their worn sweaters.

The morning chatter reminded me of the farm town I grew up in Minnesota, but instead of explosive conversations detailing the joys and sorrows of growing soy, corn and wheat, there is only one commodity that is spoken of this morning, but like always, never by name…

A guy name Wally burst in through the door finding a place at long table with three other guys and two women already deep into their granola and organic chicken sausage and vegan omelets and the news of the day.

“Y’know those two kids I told about yesterday, that couple in their early twenties. They both were wearing those matching Dead jackets. Y’know, he had really short hair and she looked like a pierced-bobby-pin that needed a burger. Had a bad vibe about them,” Wally says sitting down at an open chair.

Maxine, a real estate agent apparently by the name of her company that’s written on her vest says,” What happen?”

“The little pukes ripped me off.”

I was waiting for a ‘How?’ from the table, but it remained respectfully silent.

“I’ll tell you how they did it,” Wally said almost calming down. “So we give them product to trim obviously weighed. All they have to do is give us back the manicured buds and the larf, the lumber and whatever in two separate bags. Then just like you guys, I weigh both bags to make sure we have the same weight that left, coming back, minus some to the air, if you know what I mean. Well the kids return the bags with the same weight, if not a gram or two over. That’s when I got suspicious.”   

A fellow with a gray beard in a New Riders sweatshirt wonders, “Did they pack and stack?”

Wally puts his head down in shame and nods.

“Yeah, during their smoke breaks, they smoke cigarettes, that should have been a sign along with their bad vibes…anyways, when they went out for a smoke, there was a bag of stems around back. They were taking the older stems and putting into their refuse bag for additional weight. They must have gotten an ounce or two before I broke up their operation.”

“I had to let one of my trimmers go because they were drinking. No forties, no drinking. I told them but they don’t listen,” Maxine the real estate agent said as she added raw honey to her tea.

“That’s nothing. Had to let this kid go because he was taking too much acid,” a man in his sixties said over bites of challah French toast. “I didn’t mind him doing the acid, but he was trimming my buds down to nothing. They get into too much while on the barrels.”

A woman in jeans and an expensive 5^th Avenue coat complains, “You have to feed them, vegetarian, vegan and some want meat. The other day I had to buy a new cast-iron 10-inch because someone cooks a chicken leg in a vegan pan. They get to roll as much as they want during the day. They get breaks and a decent share, and they are STILL only trimming about two hundred grams a day. Slow! Huh?” The woman blows her nose in disgust. “Shit, we used to plow through a pound a day with dull pair of Fiskers.”  

“I have anywhere’s from five to twenty trimmers at any time working,” one of the gentlemen says. “And it’s hard to keep the good ones. They show up without shelter or food. Barely have shoes on their feet and they want work. You give them a chance. Let them into your home and your operation, and you can never tell who are the good ones and the bad ones. They all look the same. I mean, everyone’s a vegan and listens to Bob Marley and John Lennon. How am I supposed to tell who gonna rip me off?”

“God, it hard to find good trimmers these days,” the table sighed.

Next to me at the counter a lad in his early thirties whispers to his buddy who’s trying to capture a piece of sausage on his fork.

“Dude, I hit a goldmine. Y’know that old guy at the table over there. Don’t look, dude. He dumps his trim over at Blind Eagle’s Canyon. All you got to do is climb down the two hundred feet or so on the rocks, and there is bags and bags and o’bags of trim sitting there in garbage bags. Had to been thirty of them. Lot of larf and stems but some had small nugs too. I gonna make hash out of that shit. The bud is killer.” The lad quiets even further to his friend. “If he’s throwing that shit away…he must have some incredible bud that he’s saving…”

Because everyone grows and most are doing it legally, I did talk to some growers directly.

Me: Has this been a good year?

Growers: In some ways, the buds are getting bigger and stronger. Like every year, it’s been getting better. But on the other hand, this year, mold and fungus was huge problem. I know growers who lost their whole harvest after bringing it in.

Me: Who gets your WEED?

Growers: Depends. If Prop.19 passes, most of it stays here in the state. If 19 doesn’t pass, hello 40 and 80.

Me: 40 and 80?

Growers: Highways 40 and 80. The original gateway drug. That is how everything gets to St. Louie, K.C. Colorado. The stopping points where everything gets divided and sent elsewhere.

Me: Is there a party where you guys celebrate your great WEED.

Growers: NO!

Me: (ouch) Okay

Growers: What there is…is a harvest celebration. We’re outdoor growers. We have one growing season. We’re not indoor growers that can lose a crop and make it back in a month. We get one chance. And with that chance, you can lose your harvest to nature like mold, bugs and fungus. You can lose your crop to the Man or to a greedy neighbor or outsider. And then you can be stupid and over or under-water, because basically you didn’t pay attention to your babies. And that’s what they are, your children. So, at the end of the harvest, we don’t have a party, we have a celebration of thankfulness and gratitude for another year that we can do this.

Me: Can I ask where do you show your gratitude and appreciation?

Growers: The two places that you could come to are…

Me: YESSSSSS (imagine my ears growing like megaphones)

Growers: In November, there’s the Medical Cannabis Cup. This is where the growers first show their stuff to the City. About twenty or thirty of us will be attending that celebration.

Me: With product, right?

Growers: Every strain will be in ten-gallon jars. We’ll have pre-rolls too for tasting.

Me: Cool.

Growers: Then in December, there’s the Emerald Cup, up at Area 101. We couldn’t even describe that to you. Its twenty-six hours of controlled madness, with music and food.

Me: For the past two nights, I’ve been going to grows, hot and drying rooms, and trimming stations. I’ve never seen WEED this big and bountiful before. Am I making this up?

Grower: I don’t know about some of the other guys, but I hear that the WEED that the people from Los Angeles who are buying our stuff at two or three, are getting ten for a pound in 213 and 310.

Me: Seriously, ten thousand dollars?

Growers: Ten large. Ten Thousand American dollars for what we are selling to them at between two thousand and three.

Me: The POT’s that good?

Growers: This may be the best year ever. EVER.

San Francisco 4^th annual

Medical Cannabis Competition

(The Patients Choice)

November 14^th, 2010

Club Cocomo, San Francisco

2PM to 10 PM



The Bradley Bong-hit Effect

 

They really must think we’re stoners. Here it is almost a week before Election Day, and the anti-Pot fractions are saying it is over. Somehow we went from overnight having the lead to waking and baking and finding out, we’re trailing in the so-called polls. That is such bullshit.

There is going to be a fight, make no mistake about it. It is going to take every eligible voter to get out and make that vote count. But do not let the propaganda machine influence anyone’s decision or vote. It is going to be a close race. Change is always like that. We’re not sure that it can happen, until it happens. It is the same thing with this vote. Not to be naïve, but visualize it and it will happen.

There are two flaws in the logic of the propaganda puppets, three really, if you count that this particular offense is purely being created by the money flowing in by the Beermeisters and Prison Guards who are shaking in their tin cans.

We can win and this is how.

First, many people when asked by pollsters if they are in favor or support Proposition 19, if it is a human voice, they say, “No, they are not.” If it is a robotic call, just between the caller and a voice-activated machine, they are more truthful and may answer, “Yes, they are in favor of hitting the bong, I mean, yes, I am in favor of Prop.19.”

The Bradley Effect, named after Los Angeles first black mayor who in the polls didn’t have a chance. Apparently when white people were asked on the phone whether they would vote for Tom Bradley or his opponent, the anonymous stated they would vote for anybody but Bradley. Except when that same voter was in the privacy of the polling booth, they picked Bradley.

Do you really think Tea-Baggers don’t get high? How about priests, pilots and cops?  There are many people who are in the closet with a one-hitter pretending like no one knows what they are doing.

Do you think these people are living the truth? Uh-uh, but at the same time, they wants their WEED.

There’s one win.

Secondly, these polls are done on land-lines. My mother and her friends only use a cell phone for long distance; otherwise it sits like the red phone in the Kremlin.

For accurate polling to hit that under-forty groups, try cell phone polling. With cell phone polling, you randomly call a number and wait for the first response and say, “Dude, do you the dank?”

“Everyday man.”

That’s it. Mr. Pollster barely needs any more articulation than that. Cell phone users are hipper and more in touch with now.     

The polls that say we’re losing are wrong. They are trying to scare us. Tell us it is not worth showing up. Don’t even bother getting off the couch on this one.

For California’s number one cash crop to be lied about and treated with such little respect is a tragedy. If I didn’t know that the other side was so scared, to the tune of dumping large amounts of greenbacks to stop the tide of the Green Rush. I might actually be worried. There are too many good people working on this bill to let it fail.

It’s too late.

It’s all happening.

Talk to your friends. Organize. This is not over.

The proposition has many flaws, that’s true, but it is a start. If I knew that my friends up north were going to be in charge of the whole program, I wouldn’t have a problem with any of it. As it happens, it will be left up to democracy. How this whole Prop. 19 thing is going to turn is going to be left up to us. We are going to have to craft it and shape it.

Somewhere along the line there was only one strain of Pot and that mutated into the variety that we have now.

Same thing with this bill. Let’s get it off the ground. Let’s beat the foes that want to fill our for-profit prison system with innocent non-violent criminals and the beer barons who want to own the phrase, ‘Got Buds.’

In ten days or so we have our chance to move ahead and change the future of this country. The rest of the world is looking at us. Don’t listen to the nay-sayers.  

In the next week there will be stories of white children eating Marijuana and getting sick. There will be tales of mothers who just took one hit and accidently drove into a daycare center. Ghost tales about high air traffic-controllers too stoned to handle the microphone, almost causing an accident by slamming K.L.M. into W.A.L.L.

By Halloween, there’s going to be many horror stories about how bad WEED is for you.

It is all hype. It is a last ditch-weed effort. They’re just trying to scare you.

If Proposition passes, I promise you, this will all turn around. It will become a positive. The Democrats will use this as an issue in the next election to bring out voters like Karl Rove did with his anti-Gay marriage scare of the early Oughts.

Right now, Marijuana is scary because of the unknowns.

Know what you know.

 In the history of the World, there has never been a person who has overdosed from Marijuana. We don’t need to be afraid anymore.

Now pass the word.

It’s all happening.



Let Da Feds In and Bust Everyone, Please

 

“The best way to get a bad law repealed is to enforce it strictly.”

-Abraham Lincoln, theater-goer and lawyer.

My regular readers have graciously written to me, acknowledging that I have been right on topic concerning the issue of Legalization of Marijuana, and Da Feds.

For the uninitiated, I’ve stated that unless the Feds are in the room for the discussion of what is going to happen after Proposition 19 passes, there isn’t any discussion.

http://www.jackrikess.com/blog/2010/8/9/lawyers-talk-legalization-and-you-are-there.html

So the big news last week was that Attorney General Eric Holder promises to ‘Enforce U.S. drug laws,” when Prop.19 passes.

I say let him.

I’m sorry to be like this. I’m not trying to be didactic or presumptuous, but I would like to remind my readers of one of my central themes, THE POLITICAL BULLSHIT SURROUNDING THE WEED, WE CALL MARIJUANA.

Where Bullshit and History collide:

After countless generations of helping humanity with everything from hemp products that gave the ancient mariners sails to the Founding Fathers who wrote the Constitution on hemp, Marijuana has always been with us.

We all know the stories of Queen Victoria taking WEED for her visits from the royal Aunt Flo to the tales of mid-wives and herbalists who prescribe the tantalizing WEED for a number of home-cure recipes for health and happiness to regular folk for centuries.

But that all changed in the Thirties when Mr. Randolph Hearst of the castle tours fame, formed an evil conspiracy with Misters Du Pont (one word: plastics) and the Secretary of Treasury, Mr. Mellon, to create the ‘Marihuana Tax Act of 1937.’

Marijuana was ruining the paper industry that Mr. Hearst had bet his forests on. Du Pont didn’t like all the applications that hemp could do faster, easier, cheaper and less polluting than his plastics and chemicals could. And Mr. Mellon was use to make money.

So this high ranking cabal started stories of fear in Mr. Hearst’s newspapers. It is hard to believe in these days of open-mindedness that a paper could scare their citizens by publishing untruths, but it is right there in the history pages to be seen.

Newspapers across the country started to run false stories of Mexicans and Negroes with machetes and rusty knives killing innocent white families while having their Sunday dinner, including the blameless God-fearing children and their high-jumping, playful collies that never hurt anyone. These bad guys high on this new drug that most people had never heard of were going on rampages in towns just like yours, killing law-abiding good, Christian people and taking their jobs, too. And your town is next. Beware!

Then Secretary Mellon took advantage of his position and placed his nephew, Harry Anslinger, in charge of the new Treasury department of, Federal Bureau of Narcotics.

And just to make sure there isn’t opposition to this new drug, against the wishes and protests of the American Medical Association, they made it a Schedule One (I) drug, in the same classification as Heroin and Cocaine. Morphine and a drug named Fentanyl, which is about a billion times stronger than Morphine, are Schedule Two (II) drugs.

That was pretty much the nail in the coffin for Marijuana for almost a hundred years.

So here’s the story kids when Prop.19 passes, it is going to be a huge clusterfuck. For three or four months, politicians and law makers are going to be arguing and debating the most simple stuff such as, “Where is the Shit going to be sold at?” A liquor store? A Pot shop? How much product can one store have? And where do they get it from?

Forget all that. The way the law is written now, every county in Cali can have their own rules. Right now, there isn’t one discernable pattern one could deduce on how it is all going to roll out in January after the sticky bill passes.

There are three major issues when it comes to WEED and Legalization that need to be worked out until we can really move forward. They are cultivation, commerce and transportation. Until you have firm, consistent laws regulating those three bad boys, L.A. will go crazy and Orange County will hire high high-price lawyers trying to take over a business they have no business belonging in.

These issues need to be simplified and cohesive for every county, otherwise, lawsuits, lawsuits, lawsuits.

Which might not be bad…

   So this is what it all gets down to, ‘The Law of the Land.’

That isn’t a made up term. It’s in the Constitution. In the Constitution is the Supremacy Clause. The Supremacy Clause supersedes all other laws, supposedly. Local judges are supposed to enforce the laws of the Constitution.

This now begins the debate of State’s Rights versus Federal Rights. And this is where it gets really murky and becomes the argument about who can scream the loudest.

Are you for Segregation? It took the Feds to come in and bust up Little Rock so five African-Americans could attend school. And the other side, Arizona voted that if you are not White, you could be pulled over and given a ticket for driving without papers because of the hue of your skin. Arizona voters voted on it. Every state has different drinking and gun laws. That’s okay.

Oregon has assisted-suicide that is against the law, but the Feds look the other way for that transgression.

When the Feds look the other way and decide not to do anything legally about that contravention, it is called, ‘The Mood of the Land.’ We believe in the separation of Church and State. It is right there in the Constitution. But if Muslims want to open a recreation center four New York city-blocks from Ground Zero; we don’t care what the law says. That is when the Mood of the Land card gets played. We are against concentration or prison camps, unless something happens to us like Pearl Harbor. Then the rule book is thrown out and the Mood of the Land takes over.

So I say, after Proposition 19 passes, bust us. Take us to task. Enforce this stupid law that should have never been enacted. It was started with prejudice and has escalated into fear and jail-time for many innocent Americans.

The rest of the nation is looking at us to see what is going to happen. Countries like Mexico and other neighbors would consider Legalization if it works here in California.

Bust us. This time, arrests the sons and daughters of New Money and Legislators this time as they light up somewhat legally in January. Kill their future aspirations and hopes, stalling their careers with penalties and persecution because of POT. Instead of profiling hippies and the usual suspects, bust the unknowns. No longer can you be sure that just because they are smoking DOPE, there is something wrong with them.

No, kill the perception that all DOPE smokers are slackers and couch-sitters. Show the Mood of the Land that we’re here to stay. And when you bust us, you’re busting yourself, in the name of your kids.

The Marijuana laws have always been bad and unfair. There are imposed to drive out a certain sect of society.

Alcohol, tobacco, and caffeine aren’t even included in our lexicon of drugs. They get free reign because the Money People say so.

43 million Americans smoke POT. It brings in 35 billion alone to the state of California. We’re not going backwards.

To Eric Holder I say, thank you. Please come here and bust us. Make us take a position on something that we have let slide for years. In the age of For-Profit prisons, we need to ask ourselves, “Who are we and what do we want?”

It is going to take us Potheads to stand up, organize, and set the record straight, as it were.

Until Marijuana is removed as a Schedule I drug, the Feds believe they have the right to arrest us. And they do, when it comes to the Law of the Land. We need to change the Mood of the Land, so we can change the Law of the Land.

Maybe then we could work out the compassion issue. Is Marijuana a medicine or is it a recreational drug? Or, OMG, could it be both?  

I once saw in the movies, a western, where the country doc was working on a patient and he took a slug of the alcohol before he used it as an antiseptic. I dunno.

Eric Holder, without you and the Feds, we are like WEEDS blowing in the wind. You compliment us. We want to be legit. We won’t be legit until the vagueness of these laws disappears. Give us direction by telling us what we’re doing wrong. Gives us a standard to go by, and we will. Most of us are trying to be law-abiding citizens. Now if we could only get the rest of the country on board.

Bust us. Articulate your position, Mr. Holder. Try to defend your side with archaic decisions made by devious men for their own gains. And then when the bong smoke clears and your legal heads spin with a history of bad judicial arbitration, make us legal.

And then, let’s just get on with it and start living the way we’re supposed to, like adults who make adult decisions.



Why Meg Can’t Say ‘Know’

All of the problems of America could be summed up politically after watching last night’s debate between Jerry Brown and Meg Whitman. We’re at this point where money covers lies and passionate anger is a substitute for knowledge.

Jerry Brown has his problems and he is a politician. That is being used as a detractor. He has a career in politics. He has a track record. There is video of him being a politician, and in these same videos, there he is being political making decisions based on his occupancy of the particular office he held at the time. Because he is a career politician, he’s held different titles and positions during his career. Check the tape.

Whatever Jerry Brown’s problems are, going for it, dedicating his life for public service shouldn’t be one of the black marks held against him.

That is Meg Whitman’s complaint. Jerry Brown wanted to make a difference and so he went for it.

Meg Whitman also wanted whatever she wanted for herself, and went for it. Because of her efforts, she was able to make lots of money. It doesn’t matter where the money came from or who had to suffer for her to take more than her share. Don’t forget, without the money, there is no Meg Whitman.

So last night during the debate, the subject of Proposition 19 came up. As I’ve stated in previous columns, there isn’t an upside for candidates to come out in favor of Prop. 19. Even the politicians who support it have to downplay their approval.  

So Meg brought up how soft on crime Jerry is. And here is my problem, Ms. Whitman stated, “I am against Prop. 19. But don’t ask me, every single law enforcement agent in this state is against Prop. 19.”

This is a complete lie.

I could start with the schoolyard logic that it is almost impossible for every agent in California to be against Prop.19. That would be immature and getting down to Meg’s level.

Here’s the dealio…Why lie? Why not say, I’m against it, Jerry takes bong hits, it’s not for me. I’m voting against it.

At least that would have been honest.

We’ve entered the era of having loads of money means that you can have your own facts.

Yesterday Meg dropped another twenty mill into her campaign, bringing her political treasure chest total to, 141 million dollars. That is how much Meg Whitman has put into her bid for governor of her own money.

How is that possible? How is it possible that you do not need experience to govern the seventh largest economy in the World? There is a huge difference between shareholders and a Board of Directors and the Cities of Compton and Eureka. There is a completely different governing body to have jurisdiction over. A completely different set of rules apply.

But that doesn’t even come into to play. What Meg is running against is experience. Her Donald Trump card is, “Hey, I’m rich. That’s all you have to know.”

She is trying to build the case, “Look at the foolish people who have tried to do something for others. Crazy. What you need to trust the people who only care for themselves. See, by being selfish, you know by looking out for only me, I’ll be the kind of candidate who only looks out for certain people. You know who you are.”

With lies and distortion, Meg hopes to convince the voters, that she is our candidate.

I am a Pot writer. I am passionate about the issue of Marijuana. I understand how unpopular it is to stand up for an issue that brings 34 billion dollars to this state.

It is really too bad no one takes Marijuana serious. Meg thinks she can lie about the stats. Meg thinks Potheads will forget about her statement or maybe she figures, we’re just getting high watching old VH1 reruns not watching her.

There is less than a month before we vote. Don’t vote for that Bore. She not only lied when she didn’t have to. She gave us a glimpse on how she will be running things.

When she doesn’t like the way things are going, she throws money her way for her benefit.

Jerry Brown tries. Meg Whitman spends and lies.    



POT: The Business Game

 

Every time I call it a game, you call it a business. Every time I call it a business, you call it a game…

From the movie, ‘North Dallas Forty.’

Marijuana gets no respect. Most people chuckle when I tell them I’m a Pot writer. They laugh and wonder if I use crayons and rolling papers to write my columns. When I receive the jokey response to my writings I say, “I’m sorry, did I say I’m a Pot writer. I meant to say I write about commodities in a 34 billion dollar local industry.” And then I have their attention…

Marijuana is turning into a Rorschach test determining who we are, depending on who is reading the data.

First of all, if Medical Marijuana never crosses state’s lines, why is it a Federal issue? Yeah, answer that! But I digress…

Right now, the Pro Pot side is winning. In this last month before the election, both sides of the Pot issue are trying to raise money to either beat or support the Proposition.

So far I’ve given x number of dollars to the Pro-Legalization side but that hasn’t stop Richard Lee and his people from hitting me up almost every other day for some money-bomb strategy. I know Richard has given a million of his own money, but some of us don’t have a warehouse to go to when we’re low on WEED. The message in the email says we’re very close to winning, if I could just give 25, 50, 100 dollars…

By all accounts, our side is killing in the money department. We have money in the bank while the Anti-19 side barely has money for some decent swag. Much like the Obama candidacy, we are very grass roots oriented. Our money comes in the form of ten and five buck donations. The Dime-bag crowd, if you will.  The other side has few contributors because they think it is almost a slam-dunk that they are going to win. Who supports the Anti-Pot side? Well the San Manuel Band of Mission Indians, California Narcotics Officers Association and of course, the Beer people of California, who know which side their beer is butter on…That’s who. Who? Narcs, beer and gambling, oh my!

 The people, who are against Pot, think everyone is against it.  Boy, are they wrong.

See, most people are against it until they can figure out how to make it into a business from a game.

From New York to Cali, there is a budding industry in all things advertising Marijuana. You have the doctor ads in most weekly city rags where Medical Marijuana reigns for recommendations showing hot nurses who are ready to take care of you and make you feel better. Dispensaries pay thousands to get their name out there. Once again, WEED is a joke until you put a price on it. Somehow we can’t get it to become legit. The straight press refuses to endorse it or take it seriously. But they have no problem selling it.

It’s like sex in America. Can’t show it or talk about it, but there can be boner medicine ads at six pm during the Wiggles Reunion Show.

Then just when you think everyone’s greedy and only into it for the money, there’s Detroit and Vegas fucking up.

Michigan has opted for the Federal response to its possible revenue stream regarding Medical Marijuana. As long as it is illegal nationally, they have closed down most of their dispensaries. Same bullshit in Vegas. In Las Vegas, when Medical Marijuana passed, the state okayed dispensaries but wouldn’t allow recommendations to be written, plus, dispensaries were not allowed to carry POT in the voted-approved dispensaries. Don’t want to get in the way of the lounge bars and the organize crime vendors that sells distributes alcohol in Nevada.

In both instances, POT could save both places. But Noooo. For some reason, the city fathers want their townships to have to work harder on the economic treadmill that they’ve put their citizens on…    

 Maybe Marijuana is like paper dolls that you can dress up, like the cops did in Philly. Two cops tried to rip-off a Pot Dealer, only to find out that the Dealer was an undercover cop. BUSTED-BUSTED, I’d say.

This is an old trick that they’ve been doing up north for years. Some genius types would dress up in DEA costumes and raid growers with fake badges and everything. That worked for a little while until the locals got wise. Now I would be very careful before I even think about ripping anyone off north of Cloverdale.

I wouldn’t be so worried about the growers, as I would the neighbors. That innocent little grow that looks so inviting and seemingly unprotected except for a ten-foot redwood fence, has folks on all sides of it looking out for bad guys.

Last week a would-be thief was beaten into a coma by the neighbors of a grower while waiting for the police to arrive.

I’m sure the Good Samaritans found a little extra in their mailboxes for the effort. Growers are good with money and paybacks…

Our Governator on his way out is taking a few hits for us. It is no secret that Ahnold likes his WEED. The other day, he made smoking WEED in California, the same thing as a speeding ticket. Does that mean I’m supposed to be high when I’m speeding on 101?

But still, no respect from other government officials.

During the Attorney General debate, both candidates threw down. Kamala Harris and Steve Cooley both attack each other on Proposition 23, the proposition trying to do away with pollution caps. Because there is Texas oil money coming into the state to support the drive to be able to pollute more here in Cali, Ms. Harris demanded to know where Mr. Cooley stood on the issue. Mr. Cooley responded that the Attorney General listens to the voters and shouldn’t have an expressed opinion.

They hammered each other on this topic, but when it came to the WEED issue, neither one would endorse Prop. 19.

Prop. 19 is still a third rail issue. Politicians believe because almost fifty percent of the state is against it, it isn’t worth it for a politician to take a stand. They could lose more than they could gain. Yet, it is a thirty-four billion dollar industry that could create almost a hundred thousand jobs in the state if the proposition passes.

Everyone says this election is about jobs, stupid. Until it comes to Dope. Who’s being stupid again?   

Yesterday, big bust in Sequoia National Park. In this day and age, if you’re growing in a national park, you’re dead. No one is going to have sympathy for you. In fact, both sides want that stopped.

But with that being said, c’mon law enforcement guys. Just because you find tortilla wrappers and signs of refried beans, it doesn’t always mean that it was the Mexican Mafia who is behind the growing scheme. It reminds me of the westerns where the white man dresses up as an Injun, and everyone is fooled because of their inborn prejudices.

Believe me, organized crime lives, but not the way we always think it does…

Again, we have less than thirty days to keep the fight going. Don’t give up, we’re gonna win. There is less than ten days to register to vote. If you know someone younger than thirty, ask them how they are voting? It is a midterm election, that means mostly older voters and the pissed-off, if that isn’t redundant.

Remember, no Indicas in the morning. We can celebrate when this game/business issue is resolved on November Third.

More Later.