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Whatever Happened To This Blog?

Michael (6)Gentle Readers, for months, perhaps a year, we have been putting you off and have let this once-heralded blog slip into near obscurity. Today, we return and not only that – we return with our original name.
We remain uncertain as to whether we were trying to protect ourselves or trying to get laid when we changed the words ‘substance abuse’ to ‘substantial abuse’.
Too much information on one’s pattern of substance abuse can put low on the list for certain social invites. The fact remains that, as a result of being fed beer regularly as a baby (imagine yourself sucking from a beer bottle as tall as yourself…but just on weekends…), the editorial we naturally became alcoholic. We missed out on all the fun of gateway drugs – ha, ha, as if such a thing exists. We are not Hippies because we were born too late but we did manage to ingest LSD in every decade since the seventies, inclusive, and still keep the old neuro-plasticity working well enough to keep your attention!

We thank all the people who kept reading old entries of the blog while we were out of action.

We also thank Paul Krassner – for inspiration. We contacted him regarding some Beatdom business. Although he influenced us greatly over the years, from MAD to High Times magazines, we felt a pang of guilt when viewing his bibliography. He never shies away from a topic. He is fearless. He wrote a lot about drugs and put them in the titles of his books. He has integrity. We were afraid we would never be able to get laid if we had to explain our substance abuse issues…a pretty lame excuse, looking back.
Mr. Krassner helped change the course of American history to a degree. His activities during the sixties – his outspokenness, sense of humor and respect for Truth – allowed many others to open up with their personal views. Somebody always has to break the ice in a repressive situation and he melted minds. Conversely, The Realist allowed so-called ‘broken minds’ to melt the ice of the oppression of the time through humor. We remember how you Dear Readers love illustrations, so here is the book to look for…confessions…if you do not buy it and read it, you will not know what we are writing about when we refer to it in future important dispatches.
Anyway, there is a lot to learn about him and we encourage you all to pick up copies of his books. The best place to find them is on his website, http://www.paulkrassner.com

So, with all that being said, we shall now resume the blog as it ran a few years ago, three to four times a week. We will try to be more politically-minded and will try to be less silly. Things have gotten a lot more serious since we reported Governor Christie getting stuck in his gubernatorial bathtub and being pried out with two boat oars and a handy few pounds of butter from the larder….ah…”larder”… We thank the Gov for allowing us to resurrect an old word! May we gain from his girth.
Another reason for our return lies in the excitement we feel as we explore new lands. Native to New York, we left the east coast and drove west this past summer. After a lifetime in the Eastern Standard Zone except for vacations and other excursions, we find great novelty here in the State of Washington. We knew the diversity of topography to be extreme but the last thing we expected was to wind up stuck in a desert, much less the scablands. Everybody said it rains all the time here.
Not so.
We never experienced such pesky sunshine in all our days. Sun, sun, sun…nothing but sun, all summer. Like Bob Dylan asks a recent LP, “Don’t you know the sun can burn your brains right out?” Speaking of Dylan, we can’t help but compare the area to the locale depicted in the film Masked and Anonymous. With all the Native Americans, Mexicans, sand and abandoned junk cars, the resemblance strikes us as uncanny. In fact some areas here are so bleak as to resemble Afghan mountain ranges; so much so that troops bound for that bloodbath got used to the elements by training near here.
Fall arrived and clouds followed and as the sky got darker, things got brighter. We love rain! The first good rain to come in brought our first dust storm along with it. A fantastic sight! A cool thing to view from the safe confines of a car with rolled-up windows.
There is so much here to discover in Washington, we didn’t know where to start so food is never a bad idea. Crossing the US, we noticed portions of food increasing in size as we pushed westward. True, we settled for road food but it actually tasted good and we had to start comparing fast foods, just to see the cultural anomoly we are faced with.
It started at the ‘Steak’N’Shake’ somewhere in Michigan. Years passed since the last fast food burger touched my lips. It came down to ‘eat or starve’ so we went with Steak’N’Shake. It was amazing! The first thing that freaked us out was the whipped cream and cherry on the milkshake…we remembered that from soda fountains in the distant past. When we opened up the burgers, a cornucopia of veggies stuck out from the bun. While we chose our move to a liberal land where pot is legal, as is same-sex marriage and assisted suicide, liberal portions never occurred to us.
So amazed were we, that to push the idea to the limit, we tried a McDonalds…we must report that our two kitties, along for the trip, actually ate some of the ‘meat’. We tried the same thing in Pennsylvania and they shunned it. Finally, even McDonalds had a cherry on top of the shake.
Now here is the rub.

It is sort of like Lenny Bruce’s ‘Jew vs Goy’ bit…only it seems like Lenny was wrong on that one. He said anybody who lives in New York is jewish, whether they are goyim or not. While admittedly goy to the catholic degree at childhood, we can’t help but feel that the whole northeast seaboard, as well as points as far west as Chicago, create the true demarcation.
Try to find some real foods, foods we grew up with and now we seem to have entered a weird zone of culinary depravity. Perhaps being in the east, where European immigrants first landed, exposed us to a variety of victuals. Ethnic foods spread out from immigrant neighborhoods as they became popular with other cultures.
Brie, capers, anchovies, hummus, halvah, Finlandia or Jarlsburg brand swiss or Parmigiano-Reggiano, olive oil from Italy, couscous…mention these items and prepare to be met with a blank stare. Other seemingly unbotchable staples – pizza and bagels, for instance – get ‘the treatment’. To find a simple slice of pizza (crust, sauce, cheese and spices) the closest option is to send out for a Papa John or Domino imitation pie and cut it in the shape of a slice…or make your own. The concept of an italian pizza shop where you can walk in and buy a slice is exactly that, here on the eastern part of the state, a concept. It is an idea that does not exist. Maybe you can get it in Seattle but we have not gotten that far yet.
Forget bagel shops…but the street tacos rule!
We admit to enjoying a bagel at the most fabulous hotel we could find this side of the Cascades, The Davenport Hotel in Spokane. hotelHere, birthplace of Crab Louis (after Louis Davenport), they referred to the smoked salmon as lox and knew well enough to put capers on the plate. For as many salmon as swim through here every year, we expected that most people would be familiar with lox. Maybe they are better off. I did see a number of big fish float belly up in the Columbia River just around migration time, when the state warned residents not to eat the local fish due to dangerous levels of pollutants in the filets.
Hordes of homeless tweakers who live under bridges and eat these fish since a little added protein never hurts a meth binge, are likely unaware of these warnings. A lot of homeless drifters hang here, though, so that makes us feel welcome. Hitch-hikers spot the roads, too. We hadn’t seen one since 2003 in Ireland. No wonder the serial killers like it here.
There is so much to say, so much to compare, so much to type that we will hold it for another day, tomorrow maybe…
~

Sorry for not really promoting the substance abuse this time. We did drink beer while driving across most of the states, though. We shall make up for this in due time.
Thanks all, for coming back to read this blog, and it feels good to be back!

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New K2 News…Still Legal In Pennsylvania…

     Big, ugly Rep. Jennifer Mann today introduced legislation in Harrisburg, state capitol of Pennsylvania, to ban the use of K2, Spice and other synthetic cannabis products.  BTW, she is much older and heavier now than in the photo she uses on her website.  This photo is what she thinks she looks like and, even on a good day, she is still ugly on the inside.

     This action indicates that these things are still legal and there is no law against using them.  Look at the facts and do not let the press and media tell you what to do.  If they have to try to pass a law against it, like today, it shows that the action taken last year, HB176, was a failure.  Look at the facts.  There is no current law against JWH, K2 or any of the synthetic THC products in Pennsylvania, even though the news has been telling you different since November 23, 2010.  We repeat…LEGAL IN PENNSYLVANIA UNTIL BANNED.

     It is amazing how people believe anything they are told.  If you want the truth, you have to look for it, not wait for it to come conveniently packaged like Mr. Nice Guy Strawberry, whom I miss very much and may have to go look for again…

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In the Poetry Corner With the Metal Machines

     Brilliant Readers,

     We were happily surprised that our last blog from the Beat CookieJar went over so well! We had been trying to think of new subjects, like K2, which would cause a stir but were happy to see that a bit of poetry gets more readers than a rant about our less-than-stellar form of government. The last poem got more views than anything we posted since the one about Obama getting the shotgun blast to the face.

     You may wonder what iambic pentameter is doing in the Beat jar but Allen Ginsberg told me I had a gift for the rhyme and that a lot of my poems would make very good song lyrics. It is on record in the Ginsberg Archives, if you care to see. Ginsberg, himself, had taken an interest in songwriting and rhyming meters at the time, which was during the heady ‘Punk’ days of the mid-1970s.

     All of my poems are open to interpretation since I will never explain them, so take it as you will and this one is titled, Metal Machines.

                                

                                    The metal machines move, mashing,

                                    gleaming, reaming blades all gnashing

                                     – a million daggers slashing,

                                     slicing, tearing, digging, thrashing –

                                     and chains that strike home smashing.

                                      like a billion forearms bashing;

                                      the victim stands alone.

                                      The victim’s skin flies, splashing,

                                       his life before him, passing –

                                       – before his eyes all flashing –

                                       like a flaming film impassioned,

                                       while the machine keeps fiercely crashing

                                       through the skull and finally smashing

                                       dead, bruised skin and splintered bone.

                                               ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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One From the Poetry Corner

     Gentle Readers,

     As much as we like to complain about the world, give advice, rib the politicians and insult as many people as possible while holding you, Dearest Readers, in the most humble regards, today we put aside the vitriol and dig into the Beat CookieJar to come up with a poem by Michael Hendrick, which is called, simply, Spider.

     We hope you enjoy it.

                                   There is a spider in my bathroom.

                                    I watch him from the toilet.

                                    He has webbed the radiator

                                    but I wouldn’t want to spoil it.

                                    So I roll a ball of tissue,

                                    barely bigger than a fly,

                                    then flick it into the gossamers

                                     just to fool the little guy.

                                     He rushes to the decoy,

                                     hanging from his silky thread

                                     but then he hears me laughing

                                     and shakes his fuzzy head.

                                              ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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More Rights Down the Drain. Police Can Search Without A Warrant. NORML Stands By.

     Dearest Readers,

     Today we have more news on why AmeriKa is becoming less and less of the great country it once was.

     The Supreme Court has such a bone on for reefer that they are changing basic seacrh and siezure laws so that a cop can claim they smelled the odour of pot coming from your residence and kick your door down. If you live in an apartment and the person in the apartment next to you is omitting the smell of burning reefers, then they can kick your door in because ‘it smelled like it was coming from there.’  This is getting bad and they wonder why politicians are getting shot in the head. Laws like this will cause a lot more shootings and I will KILL anybody who forces their way into my home for any reason. I have the firepower and I am getting old, with not too much to lose…this from the ‘hempnews’…

Supreme Court Looks At Smell-Based Home Searches For Pot

by admin

January 19, 2011 – Police smelling marijuana coming from behind an apartment door can enter the home without a warrant if they believe the evidence is being destroyed, some U.S. Supreme Court Justices said on Wednesday.

More than 60 years ago, the U.S. Supreme Court ruled that police couldn’t enter a residence without a warrant just because they smelled burning opium, reports Adam Liptak at The New York Times.

On Wednesday, during the argument of a case about what police were entitled to do upon smelling marijuana outside the door of a Kentucky apartment, two justices were concerned that the Court may be ready to eviscerate the 1948 ruling which stemmed from a Seattle case.

​ “Aren’t we just simply saying they can just walk in whenever they smell marijuana, whenever they think there’s drugs on the other side?” asked Justice Sonia Sotomayor, considering what a decision against the defendant would tell the police. “Why do even bother giving them a search warrant?”

The old ruling, Johnson v. United States, involved the search of a Seattle hotel room. The smell of drugs could provide probably cause for a warrant, Justice Robert H. Jackson wrote for the majority, but it did not entitle police to enter without one.

“No suspect was fleeing or likely to take flight,” Justice Jackson wrote. “The search was of permanent premises, not of a movable vehicle. No evidence or contraband was threatened with removal or destruction.”


Since the War On Drugs was re-started by President Ronald Reagan in the 1980s, the Supreme Court has steadily given police more leeway to search cars, travelers and baggage, reports David Savage at the Los Angeles Times. But the justices have been reluctant to allow searches of homes without a warrant.

In the new case, Kentucky v. King, police in Kentucky were looking for a suspect who had sold cocaine to an informant. They smelled burning marijuana coming from another apartment — where Hollis King and his friends were smoking marijuana — knocked loudly, and announced themselves.

When they heard sounds coming from inside that made them think evidence was being destroyed, they kicked the door in and found marijuana, cocaine, King, two friends, and some cash, but not the original suspect, who was in another apartment.

King was sentenced to 11 years(!) in prison, but the Kentucky Supreme Court overturned his conviction and threw out the evidence, ruling that any risk of drugs’ being destroyed was the result of the decision by police to knock and announce themselves rather than to obtain a warrant. The Kentucky court ruled that officers had entered the apartment illegally and that the evidence they found should not have been considered in court, reports Robert Barnes at The Washington Post.

The key issue is whether an “exigent” or emergency circumstance allows the police to enter a residence without a warrant. Sadly but no longer shockingly, Obama Administration lawyers joined the case on the side of Kentucky’s prosecutors.

The police who broke into the apartment “reasonably believed that there was destruction of evidence occurring inside,” said Ann O’Connell, an assistant to Obama’s Solicitor General.

Prosecutors for Kentucky and the federal government told the justices Wednesday that the Kentucky court had erred. They claimed there had been no violation of the Fourth Amendment, which bars unreasonable searches, because they claimed police had “acted lawfully.”


​But Justice Elena Kagan had doubts about that approach.

If the court looks only at the lawfulness of police behavior, Justice Kagan said, that “is going to enable the police to penetrate the home, to search the home, without a warrant, without going to see a magistrate, in a very wide variety of cases.”

All the police would need to say, Justice Kagan said, is that they smelled marijuana and then heard a noise. “Or,” she added, “we think there was some criminal activity going on for whatever reason and we heard noise.”

“How do you prevent your test from essentially eviscerating the warrant requirement in the context of the one place that the Fourth Amendment was most concerned about?” Kagan asked Kentucky Assistant Attorney General Joshua D. Farley, who claimed the police had done nothing that violated the Fourth Amendment.

Justice Sotomayor was even more direct, asking “Aren’t we just doing away with ‘Johnson’?”

Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg asked why the police could not simply roam the hallways of apartment buildings, sniffing for pot, knocking whenever they smelled marijuana, then breaking in if they “hear something suspicious.”

“That would be perfectly fine,” Kentucky Assistant Atttorney General Farley replied.

Justice Antonin Scalia revealed some unflattering things about his worldview — which, God help us, seems to be that of a judgmental 10-year-old — as he said he was not troubled by the standard the government lawyers proposed. He said that police can’t go wrong by knocking loudly on the door.

“There are a lot of constraints on law enforcement,” Justice Scalia said, “and the one thing that it has going for it is that criminals are stupid.”

Scalia said that “criminals” often cooperate with police when not legally required to do so. They might open the door and let officers inside — and if not, the police can break in, he said.

“Everything done was perfectly lawful,” Scalia said. “It’s unfair to the criminal? Is that the problem? I really don’t understand the problem.”

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Obama Keeps USA In The Dark; No K2, No Medical Marijuana, Ban on Lightbulbs – The Voice of the Shroomed

     Appreciated Afficionados and Literate Bums,

     This was not meant to be a post about what is on television, however last evening saw the premiere of Showtime’s Shameless, a bald-faced ripoff of the successful British series and a blemish on the the career of asteemed-until-now actor, William Macy. I think Macy had a middle initial but for such blatant lack of artistic vision, he does not deserve his full name on the CFYSA blogsite.

     The latest season of the REAL Shameless series is about to unfold on UK television and the American version is so un-original as to be a complete insult. There is no way that the British actors, who breathed life into the series characters, can  be equalled by those in the Showtime series. Why bother? If the show is a hit and rights could be bought, why not just sell the REAL version to the unsuspecting, culture-deprived American audience. We at CFYSA, suspect that this has something to do with subliminal cues which American advertisers and government agencies slip into what we watch to brainwash us. If people enjoy the British version, they do not get the proper programming which National Security uses to keep the poor un-informed and prone to the whims of corrupt media that controls the core thought process of the US.

     For the spooks in power, it would have been a missed opportunity to gradually convince us into accepting less and less of the Rights which are the bane of the current, corrupt batch of politicians who run your life without asking your opinion. It would have been like missing the chance to start a national ban on 100-watt lightbulbs.

     In mushroom country, the joke is ‘they feed us shit and keep us in the dark.’ For the rest of the country, it is not a joke. The phony drug war claimed a few dozen lives last weekend. The focus of it all, despite the numerous lives lost, ended up focusing on Rep. Giffords. When a person takes a place in government, they supposedly offer their lives to protect the ideals upon which this country was formed. If a politician like Gifford is instrumental in the enforcement of policies which nobody wants and which irks the Mexican Syndicate, it is expected for her to be shot. It is her job. She is paid well for it, much more than you or I will make in a year.

     There is no reason for sympathy for a person who is injured or dies in the line of a service which is corrupt and serves only to foster future war, violence and economic disaster. Cry for the innocent…if it were not for Obama and Giffords trying to enforce policy that the head of the DEA calls ‘impossible,’ she would not have taken the shot she had coming as a risk of perpetuating war. If anybody should be shot, it should be a public person…not a baby.

     She and her followers need to ‘suck it up’ and accept it as a part of holding office. The national weepfest over her pretty face is uncalled for. She asked for it when she took the office. She made a target of herself, quite idiotically, on the 114 mile war zone she insisted on commmanding. No tears for pols. Not even the Kennedys, who were equally as corrupt with their booze running and organized crime affiliations.

     The current body of legislators who are trying to ruin the quality of life in this once-great Union have it coming. They keep us in the dark by banning anything which may make us think outside the box, or, in other words, think for ourselves. Many young black men are shot in the US everyday of the year and nobody is seen shedding a tear on CNN.

    Similarly, a new boon to organized crime, in the form of synthetic cannibinoids, K2 or Spice, was derailed by the Thought Police. While they may be quasi-illegal, terrorists and criminals are making a mint selling them, even though a unique ‘ban’ has been placed on them. The federal and state governments lose money, the elected officials who run these legislature get rich on kickbacks and we are happily kept quite thanks to lack of knowledge of fact regarding these substances…or shall we say, “KEPT IN THE DARK”.

     More astounding is the recently-announced National Ban on 100-watt lightbulbs. A very slick move, since it disrupts much more than american bulb companies making a profit. We probably have a free trade contract with India to import bulbs from them so they can own a bigger slice of the American Dream while students and hard-working citizens are deprived of more and more as weeks go by. With less light, it is harder to read books and non-propagandized materials. You can still read on Kindle, but the net allows for subliminal cues which cannot be tracked in the absense of ‘hard copy’. Books hold the truth, in many cases, and so they are dangerous to our government.

     In the 60s, our hero, Bob Dylan, said something to the affect of ‘keep a clean mind and always carry a lightbulb.’ At the time, it was looked upon as a pouty piece of pop puffery and a clever bit to make people think. It takes on a whole new meaning in the world where we worry more about lightbulbs than about the standard of life of the people of the USA. About 20 years later, he recorded a song which presciently noted, We used to frow food in Kansas, now we grow it on the moon and eat it raw. I can see the day coming when even your home garden will be against the law…and what do you know? Some factions in this country ARE trying to make home gardens illegal.

     My land is my fucking land, if you will pardon the expression, Gentle Readers, and I should we allowed to grow what I want on it, even if it is only tomatoes.

     Your Rights are being taken away from you like a schmuck at a game of three-card-monte…you do not see it coming and all of a sudden, you have nothing left. That is the landscape of our modern attempt at democracy. The only difference is, in three-card-monte, we do not elect street hustlers to rob us with sleight of hand. In the case of modern-day america – we elect and pay the hustlers. In monte, the crook folds up his table and vanishes when he has taken his hapless victim for all they have. In our government, they take all your cash and then tell you that you need to give more…or else!!!

     Please do not live in the dark. Wake up America. Even Bill Maher is starting to make sense again and that is one pathetic circumstance.

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Obama Drug War – 15 Headless In Acapulco, 6 Shot In Arizona – Thanks, Barack!

     Fretful Friends and Righteous Readers,

     We have been posting warnings about the style of class warfare which is growing at an unsurpassed rate since Obama started ruining any and all trust citizens had in their elected officials.

      We have been watching as The Man With No Plan has played fast and loose with our Constitution. We have been grousing over the injustice in a government where elected officials totally ignore the wishes of those who elected them in favor of privilege. Privilege?

     Privilege, like the privilege Pennsylvania Governor-Elect General Tom Corbett distributed when he sold seats on his cabinet to oil company insiders for a reported $1.5 million a seat; privilege like Tom Corbett bestowed upon the oil companies of his cronies by not charging any PA state taxes on oil and natural gas mined from the Marcellus Shale deposits here. A nice deal for only $1.5 million each and Corbett is sure to get under the table kickbacks in perpetuity.

     Do you blame the 22-year-old shooter, when developmental biologists all agree that young men in America do not reach the age of emotional and psychological maturity until age 30? Do you blame the manufacturer of the fire-arm or the maker of the bullets? Do you blame the 114-mile war zone which borders the southern edge of Arizona and is the point of entry for much of the marijuana that we Americans love so much and even Omama smokes legally, after some careful manipulation of DC drug laws?

     We blame Obama – directly. He is supposed to be the President, so he is the one who ought to take it on the chin for perpetuating a situation which can only lead to more violence, greed, money to the upper class and rapidly-declining quality of life for anybody who does not have the cash to buy-off an elected official. The kid with the gun needs help and Obama needs to be impeached. This type of behaviour will escalate as more rights and standards of living are stolen from ‘We, The People’.

     Soon, maybe not soon enough for us in the Northeast US, it shall almost be Spring and Fat Tuesday will be kicking off the Mardi Gras. Many people could visit the Gulf Coast, as often happens during the festivities. This year, there may be more visitors than residents, since the Obama-imposed ban on American Oil has put stores, restaurants, hotels and many other tourist attractions, as well as basic infra-structure serving the area, out of business.

     Why does Obama hate America so much? Why does he prefer to buy oil from our enemies and let the people of his own country suffer and starve? The obvious answer would be that he is a heartless bastard and the empty words he sputtered after the Arizona shootings did everything but put the finger of blame where it truly belongs…on our Senate, our Congress and in all our Houses of Representatives.

     We live in a country where our rights are bought and sold by the day and we do not even know it, in our complacency. The Nation should feel bad about the victims of the deluded gunman – it is our fault for allowing the media to hornswaggle us into voting an inept primadonna to the highest office in the land. We and Obama pulled that trigger, just as surely as Jared Loughner did. We allowed it to happen by not doing our homework and being fooled into voting a president via internet.

     Why do people grieve? Why the shock? Are you stupid, Gentle Readers? If not, what did you expect? As the rich get richer and the rest get nothing, Obama, Corbett, big, old NJ Gov. Christie Cartman and every other tool of policy get fatter…well Corbett and Christie do. We think it would be a good idea if those two would be put before one of the new Obama ‘death panels,’ which are part of his Final Solution to the health care issue. You ARE aware that, in your future, a government-appointed doctor will decide when it is time for you to die, depending on how much is left in your flexible spending account…aren’t you? If not, you will be surprised when they pull the plug on you. If not, you are part of the problem due to ignorance of the facts.

     But, Fair Followers, what about those fifteen headless corpses which were found just across the border on the same day? Do they count for anything, or are they just Mexicans?  While they were direct casualties, what about the ‘collateral damage’ in AZ? Pima County, AZ, Sheriff Clarence Dupkin, said it with much more truth than that sorry address Obama gave…

    “When you look at unbalanced people, how they respond to the vitriol that comes out of certain mouths about tearing down the government. The anger, the hatred, the bigotry that goes on in this country is getting to be outrageous,” he said. “And unfortunately, Arizona, I think, has become the capital. We have become the mecca for prejudice and bigotry.”

     Why has Arizona become the capital? Will people in the Gulf states have to eat mud until the Administration stops playing politics with the oil supply? Are more shootings in our future? As long as we fight a drug war which cannot be won because the people we elect do not want to give up the rewards they get from the pharma lobby by keeping marijuana illegal, people will die. As long as we are deprived of our Constitutional Rights until the sheer insanity of it unhinges the potentially violent…death is a fact of war. Stop the war, stop the deaths.

     Obama does not care for this country enough to stop the death. He thrives on it. It is his revenge for not being likable. If you voted for him, you ought to go look in the mirror and apologize to yourself and get used to what you have wrought.

     Cheers!

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Poetry Corner (Warning XXX Explicit Material. Parents Be Warned!)

     Leering Letches and Creepy Crawldaddies,

     Today we ask our Gentle Readers to harken back to those wonderful days when porn was on paper and could be hidden under the mattress. The Golden Age of Porn produced many unique publications, such as the pictured issue of Al Goldstein’s National Screw.

     National Screw, like Playboy, was not only rife with lascivious and salacious material but was found to be ‘socially redeeming,’ thanks to essays by contributors such as William S. Burroughs, Allen Ginsberg and other highly-respected literary figures of the time. The upcoming issue of Beatdom takes aim at the same concept, only without showing close-ups of moist, pink labia in between photos of serious authors. With magazines like these, the joke used to be“I only buy it for the articles.” 

     Good, old smut has pretty much gone the way of the web, with programmes available which allow a user to insert penis into a device which simulates the sensations of the sex act, while watching a video that is synched-up to the ‘pleasure portal’. Just too weird for us at CFYSA…not only does it take away the fantasy that served as stimulus to ‘yank the carrot’, it masturbates you, too.  There are limits to what is good about being a DIY, ‘Do It Yourselfer’.

      That said, we are not sure what kids do these days. In the waning decades of the last century, sex was a popular way for men and women to pass time together. A common way to find and engage a partner in sex was to go to the public park system with beer and pot. Sitting on the lawn, near the parkinglot, a hedonistic type could smoke pot, become inebriated and when an attractive member of the opposite gender passed, ask her if ‘you want to party?’  Most often, we sat on the lawn along the lot, inbetween the parked cars and the Ladies rest rooms, in order to catch more traffic.

     One bright, sunny day, in the company of an idiot and former acquaintance named Chuck, we sucked down Rolling Rock beers and waited to meet some ‘company’. We were rather drunk that early Spring afternoon and our luck was not with us. Halter tops were a popular article of clothing for women to wear at the time and they were a good thing, in that they allowed a partial view of the breasts of the woman who wore one.

     A number of beers into the ‘party,’ Chuck (who is now a red-nosed, fat bastard who cannot even see his toes without a mirror) had a revelation, an inspiration…an original thought! Original thought can be a good thing in the minds of some people. In his mind, the logical conclusion formed that since we, as men, enjoyed the soft, white skin revealed by the halter, then it was only normal that women take just as much pleasure in seeing a bit of scrotum. If they show us theirs, they must want to see ours…this was his logic.

     While the display of wrinkly flesh did not yield results, it was worth a try. Your Humble Narrator did not try sunning his scrotum for fear of blistered balls but did record a partial account of the events of that day. And, so, My Confidantes, today we present a poem which takes us back to those Golden Days of the early 1980s… 

A Day At The Parkway

Jaws of flocks

of the shocked

dropped

as Chuck’s cock flopped

onto the top of the rock.

Like prunes?” he mocked.

The eyes of the cop

popped

as loose cumdrops slopped,

then dripped down the walls

of his fetid balls.

Me,

I read a book

and pretended not to look.

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New Issue of Beatdom Is On The Way

    This is a special edition of CFYSA.

     Issue Number Eight of Beatdom is near completion. This is the sex issue. To the left is the cover of the journal you need to purchase.

     Your Humble Narrator will have a few bits of work published in it, as in the past few issues. Everybody loves sex and everybody loves Beatdom so make sure to order a copy from Amazon.com or directly from www.Beatdom.com , where back issues and free downloads of past issues are available.

     There will be more to come later about this exciting issue. This is one of those ‘be there or be square’ deals, so don’t miss the boat. Be the first one on your block to have a copy. Make the neighbors jealous and read it on your porch!

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Why Is The DEA Hawking Marinol for a Non-American Drug Company???

     Gentle Readers,

     Sometimes we see things in life that simply do not make sense. Very often, these things only make sense to the people who are putting cash in their pockets as a result of our blindness and confusion. Most often, we are taken for a ride that never ends, in a rickety vehicle known as the Legislature of the United States government.

     We pay taxes. We follow rules. We play the game. In the meantime, we put our trust in those individuals whom we believe have our best interests at heart. This is why the war on drugs will never end and medical marijuana will never be a national reality. One reason is apathy but it is hard to ignore the blatant misuse of office by those we put behind the big oak desks we could not afford for ourselves.

     As noted in a previous blog, we are lied to since youth about living in ‘one nation…indivisible, with liberty and justice for all’…except it is not for all. It is only for some. It is for the priveleged few. As noted in yet another blog, we elected a president who smokes marijuana himself, lives in a state where he can buy it legally and who gave permission to the goblins at the DEA to over-ride any state laws and sieze and arrest anybody who is sick enough to possess or use the controverisal ‘tempest in a teapot’.

     Obama can legally smoke pot in the White House, per local law. Notice how the DEA does not raid the marijuana stores in Washington, DC, or how you never even see or hear about them in the media, as you do with the ones in California. If Obama has anxiety and stress from the duties of office, he should pop a pill, not stoke a bowl, right?

     The DEA is supposed to be a US governement agency. Why do they advertise drugs from other countries as a cure to the lame, legislative tactics which are wasting millions of dollars a day…just think of one million dollars and one day to spend it. Don’t you wish somebody would elect you to waste money at such an accelerated rate? We are referring to the billions upon billions of dollars spent every year to stop you –THE VOTER – from enjoying the same rights as those morons you voted for.

     Consider the attached. It is disquised as information but it is one of the more well-written advertisements you will see coming out of the marketing world today. It is false, self-serving, possibly illegal for an agency to endorse a product and, best of all – you are paying for it!

     Remember that the company which makes Marinol is in Belgium, yet they pay a lobbyist agency to give cash ‘rewards’ to those people you voted for. Do you ever wonder how much money NORML, the make-believe Political Action Commitee which pushes pot legislation uses in its grand efforts to make things legal? Since 2001, the NORML PAC has contributed less than $44,000 to lobbying efforts. Compare this with the cash spent in Washington by marijuana’s biggest opponent, Big Pharma, at the rate ot $127 million in six months.

     Based on these figures, provided by the Fed itself, large drug companies have spent 5,772 times the amount that NORML did in the same decade to line the pockets of our corrupt leaders. Naturally, this does not all represent anti-marijuana lobbying but you must admit that any legal herbal cure is a big threat to the bottomline of the pharmceuticals.

     One fact that bothers me is that, in 2007, the makers of Marinol gave more to elected officials than NORML did in the whole decade. One fact that bothers me is that the PAC which is influencing our elected officials is spending Belgian money against American money…why does a Belgian drug company want to control our laws, or have a voice in them? The company which manufactures Marinol is, in itself, a PAC. Does that disturb you? It really should, if you care about your own country.

     I have belonged to two chapters of NORML. As a member, I made cash donations to both chapters of NORML. I never got a receipt and I never saw any accounting that shows the donation was used by NORML, much less how it was used. More and more, it seems like NORML is the perfect foil for the anti-pot government. They make some noise, don’t spend money and run from police when chased. Either way, they are as ineffectual as a flashlight on the sun. They are nice places to meet people who get high and to act like you are doing something positive but where are the accomplishments? There is no juice.

     Anyway, this is what the makers of Marinol got from the DEA for the cash they give them every year. I hope you enjoy reading it and seeing the information that is used to make our decisions for us since we cannot be trusted to have a free will…

“Medical” Marijuana – The Facts

  • Medical marijuana already exists. It’s called Marinol.

  • A pharmaceutical product, Marinol, is widely available through prescription. It comes in the form of a pill and is also being studied by researchers for suitability via other delivery methods, such as an inhaler or patch. The active ingredient of Marinol is synthetic THC, which has been found to relieve the nausea and vomiting associated with chemotherapy for cancer patients and to assist with loss of appetite with AIDS patients.

  • Unlike smoked marijuana–which contains more than 400 different chemicals, including most of the hazardous chemicals found in tobacco smoke-Marinol has been studied and approved by the medical community and the Food and Drug Administration (FDA), the nation’s watchdog over unsafe and harmful food and drug products. Since the passage of the 1906 Pure Food and Drug Act, any drug that is marketed in the United States must undergo rigorous scientific testing. The approval process mandated by this act ensures that claims of safety and therapeutic value are supported by clinical evidence and keeps unsafe, ineffective and dangerous drugs off the market.

  • There are no FDA-approved medications that are smoked. For one thing, smoking is generally a poor way to deliver medicine. It is difficult to administer safe, regulated dosages of medicines in smoked form. Secondly, the harmful chemicals and carcinogens that are byproducts of smoking create entirely new health problems. There are four times the level of tar in a marijuana cigarette, for example, than in a tobacco cigarette
  • Morphine, for example, has proven to be a medically valuable drug, but the FDA does not endorse the smoking of opium or heroin. Instead, scientists have extracted active ingredients from opium, which are sold as pharmaceutical products like morphine, codeine, hydrocodone or oxycodone. In a similar vein, the FDA has not approved smoking marijuana for medicinal purposes, but has approved the active ingredient-THC-in the form of scientifically regulated Marinol.

  • The DEA helped facilitate the research on Marinol. The National Cancer Institute approached the DEA in the early 1980s regarding their study of THC’s in relieving nausea and vomiting. As a result, the DEA facilitated the registration and provided regulatory support and guidance for the study.

  • The DEA recognizes the importance of listening to science. That’s why the DEA has registered seven research initiatives to continue researching the effects of smoked marijuana as medicine. For example, under one program established by the State of California, researchers are studying the potential use of marijuana and its ingredients on conditions such as multiple sclerosis and pain. At this time, however, neither the medical community nor the scientific community has found sufficient data to conclude that smoked marijuana is the best approach to dealing with these important medical issues.

  • The most comprehensive, scientifically rigorous review of studies of smoked marijuana was conducted by the Institute of Medicine, an organization chartered by the National Academy of Sciences. In a report released in 1999, the Institute did not recommend the use of smoked marijuana, but did conclude that active ingredients in marijuana could be isolated and developed into a variety of pharmaceuticals, such as Marinol.

  • In the meantime, the DEA is working with pain management groups, such as Last Acts, to make sure that those who need access to safe, effective pain medication can get the best medication available.

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