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General Category => Huh? => Topic started by: Ct Yankee on February 20, 2019, 2236 UTC
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So, Connecticut Governor Ned Lamont gave his State of the Union speech today promoting Marijuana and decrying plastic bags. Jeez, it makes you nostalgic for the days when the pot was illegal and the baggie it was in was legal.
"But Lamont listed sports betting, internet wagering and marijuana legalization among the new sources of revenue that must be enacted." .
"There's also a 10-cent surcharge on plastic bags."
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We already have a horde of legaly stoned people out driving on prescription meds that state in the little white sheet that this "medicine" makes people suicidal and/or homicidal, why not legalise pot and add more to the streets. The thing about pot to me at least is why would anyone want to deliberately make themselves even more retarded? I didn't think that way when I was 18 but I do now.
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They're picking on pot again... :(
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We already have a horde of legaly stoned people out driving on prescription meds that state in the little white sheet that this "medicine" makes people suicidal and/or homicidal, why not legalise pot and add more to the streets. The thing about pot to me at least is why would anyone want to deliberately make themselves even more retarded? I didn't think that way when I was 18 but I do now.
Even Tim Leary said "Pot makes you stupid". but he followed it up with "Some days it helps to be stupid."
I still get a kick out of the fact that everyone who ended up in the military between roughly1960 & 1985, took a personality test designed by Tim at the beginning of his "psychedelic enlightenment" to determine if they were fit for duty. Only in America.
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"And I went up there, I said, "Shrink, I want to kill. I mean, I wanna, I
Wanna kill. Kill. I wanna, I wanna see, I wanna see blood and gore and
Guts and veins in my teeth. Eat dead burnt bodies. I mean kill, Kill,
Kill, kill. " And I started jumpin up and down yelling, "kill, kill, " and
He started jumpin up and down with me and we was both jumping up and down
Yelling, "KILL, KILL." And the sargent came over, pinned a medal on me,
Sent me down the hall, said, "You're our boy."
Didn't feel too good about it."
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We already have a horde of legaly stoned people out driving on prescription meds that state in the little white sheet that this "medicine" makes people suicidal and/or homicidal, why not legalise pot and add more to the streets. The thing about pot to me at least is why would anyone want to deliberately make themselves even more retarded? I didn't think that way when I was 18 but I do now.
Even Tim Leary said "Pot makes you stupid". but he followed it up with "Some days it helps to be stupid."
I still get a kick out of the fact that everyone who ended up in the military between roughly1960 & 1985, took a personality test designed by Tim at the beginning of his "psychedelic enlightenment" to determine if they were fit for duty. Only in America.
I imagine old Tim was a huge cia tool.
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The currently conservative radio fire-breather, Michael Savage, was the gatekeeper at the Millbrook Estate, up the Hudson from NYC, where Leary did his cocktail party Acid scene for the wealthy and adventurous of that city. Some nights when he's bellowing I feel like calling his show and asking him, "Where were you at the Be-In at Golden Gate Park, Mike?"
Leary brought his Millbrook crew west to S.F. to meet with Kesey at the event. They were shocked by the chaos, but they had to sample the local product.They were fed huge amounts of the Owsley, which came in much higher doses than that legal Sandoz product they'd been playing with back East. Tim uttered his famous words "Turn on, tune in, drop out." the next day in Golden Gate Park.
Leary had made national news before, but that incident was the lead-in on all three TV networks and a top of the fold newspaper item from coast to coast. He was hanging on at Harvard by a thread for his Millbrook hijinks, The Be-In incident snapped it.
Year's later Leary is doing a morning drive-time show for Pacifica in L.A. and tells everyone to keep an eye out for the whales
mating just offshore in the Santa Barbara Channel. He had traffic backed up both ways for miles. End of that career. The "Great Comet Kohoutek" prediction was sometime in that era. Someone should tell George Noory and his bunch we've been living in peace and harmony with the Space Brothers since 1973.
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"And I went up there, I said, "Shrink, I want to kill. I mean, I wanna, I
Wanna kill. Kill. I wanna, I wanna see, I wanna see blood and gore and
Guts and veins in my teeth. Eat dead burnt bodies. I mean kill, Kill,
Kill, kill. " And I started jumpin up and down yelling, "kill, kill, " and
He started jumpin up and down with me and we was both jumping up and down
Yelling, "KILL, KILL." And the sargent came over, pinned a medal on me,
Sent me down the hall, said, "You're our boy."
Didn't feel too good about it."
Yes, sir, Officer Obie, I cannot tell a lie, I put that envelope
under that garbage. "/quote]
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A woman I know actually went to jail for illegal dumping on Thanksgiving. Her name wasn't Alice, though. The label on a letter got her.
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If Savage was fooling around with Leary during the early Monarch days surely he was a cia asshat I mean asset. Also, funny how folks who would normally find themselves tossed out of the ivy league are saved somehow, my guess is by a three letter agency that has done nothing but harm to the country.
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But this comes from Josh who actually admits he thinks the Monkees were better than the Beatles. Go figure
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No accounting for taste.
Not only do I consider the beatuls to be tripe, I also consider the doors and elvis just as highly overrated, so how you like me now?
Elvis had it coming tho. When I was a kid, Saturday was the day we looked forward to, a fun filled day of running around and cartoons and so on. But if you woke up on a Saturday morning and elvii was playing from the coffin-like motorola stereo turntable in the living room, your day was ruined. Elvis on Saturday morning meant mom was soon to make her appearance and micromanage you and your bros efforts at the herculean task of room cleaning that would last well after the cartoons had left the air and the only thing left to watch was fessional wrasslin in black and white.
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About a year after Elvis died, I was driving through a rustbelt town, a guy had table in an old supermarket lot selling velvet pictures of "Fat Rhinestone Elvis" and "Christ With The Crown of Thorns". I thought it was about the funniest thing I'd ever seen. The next summer on the first anniversary of "The Big E's" death, the pilgrimages to Graceland began.
I hope that guy up in the Youngstown suburbs found out, moved to Memphis, and made his fortune.
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No accounting for taste.
Not only do I consider the beatuls to be tripe, I also consider the doors and elvis just as highly overrated, so how you like me now?
Elvis had it coming tho. When I was a kid, Saturday was the day we looked forward to, a fun filled day of running around and cartoons and so on. But if you woke up on a Saturday morning and elvii was playing from the coffin-like motorola stereo turntable in the living room, your day was ruined. Elvis on Saturday morning meant mom was soon to make her appearance and micromanage you and your bros efforts at the herculean task of room cleaning that would last well after the cartoons had left the air and the only thing left to watch was fessional wrasslin in black and white.
Alright Josh, I HAVE to ask ......which musical artist DO you like? Electric Prunes? Moby Grape??
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When I'm not on the work pc I'll post my 80s and modern rock playlists for you to laugh at.
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About a year after Elvis died, I was driving through a rustbelt town, a guy had table in an old supermarket lot selling velvet pictures of "Fat Rhinestone Elvis" and "Christ With The Crown of Thorns". I thought it was about the funniest thing I'd ever seen. The next summer on the first anniversary of "The Big E's" death, the pilgrimages to Graceland began.
I hope that guy up in the Youngstown suburbs found out, moved to Memphis, and made his fortune.
Surely he had a massive black velvet rottweiler to go with Fat Elvis? Today's Elvis version would be Fat Axl Rose on black velvet.
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That's one of the beautiful aspects of music - being an art form its all subjective - there's no right or wrong, good or bad. When I think of some of the stuff I listened to back in the 60's (i.e. Vanilla Fudge, Blue Cheer, Zappa, etc.) I have to wonder what was going thru my mind at the time. Its like when someone posits "Best Guitar Player of All Time ?..) and the suggestions come flooding out - everyone from Jimi Hendrix to Andres Segovia. Damned if I know. I can't play a note on a guitar - all I know is what i like.