Research helps dispel marijuana myths

Well excuse me for using the emotional appeal of a picture of an apple. You know what you're doing.

Well, we are here and we do vote and they are just going to have to deal with it!!

And how do you and I vote? GOP. The authoritarians in the national GOP realize they can just take our votes for granted, no matter how much we rail against the federal drug war. And there is just too much of a federal infrastructure now that has a vested interest in maintaining, if not expanding, the status quo. What I see happening is the states, through voter referenda, will continue to pass their own initiatives that make a lot more sense, and the feds will rant and rave and bitch and call the voters in the states all kinds of nasty names ... but will have little ability to counter the trend. And that is the ultimate irony. The 10th Amendment, the cornerstone of the Republic IMO, may still be saved by unfettered democracy, by the voters of the states reclaiming powers that rightly belong to the states but have been usurped by the feds...

And you guys are so intillectually superior. You keep beating that little drum your Uncle Sam gave ya, OK. We've always been at war with Eastasia.

Wake me when you get to Room 101:

'You are afraid,' said O'Brien, watching his face, 'that in another moment something is going to break. Your especial fear is that it will be your backbone. You have a vivid mental picture of the vertebrae snapping apart and the spinal fluid dripping out of them. That is what you are thinking, is it not, Winston?'

Winston did not answer. O'Brien drew back the lever on the dial. The wave of pain receded almost as quickly as it had come.

'That was forty,' said O'Brien. 'You can see that the numbers on this dial run up to a hundred. Will you please remember, throughout our conversation, that I have it in my power to inflict pain on you at any moment and to whatever degree I choose? If you tell me any lies, or attempt to prevaricate in any way, or even fall below your usual level of intelligence, you will cry out with pain, instantly. Do you understand that?'

'Yes,' said Winston.

Oh, dear, there's that disorientation again. Sweetie, I already KNEW you and I would be opposing one another. So when do the games start?

"intillectually superior"

Uh, that would be spelled "intellectually". LOL

That's the best I could come up with.

Thank you, dear. I'm sure AJ will come up with worse. . .

Well, if one is familiar with the bible and actually cares what God has to say on issues,

Would you please tell me where God gives us the right to privacy? This is a serious question, not a disoriented rambling of some pothead either.

Nice profile ....

the spelling police are here... time for my departure!

Have a good day all, play nice!

>>You think people must forfeit their liberty for your preferences?

No, but I do believe personal liberty extends as far as it does not infringe on the personal liberty of someone else.

Why should I, as a taxpayer, have to be surrounded by burned-out wastoids whose lousy lifestyle choices have wrought them harm--and who will almost invariably whine and bitch that "the world owes me something"? (rehab, Rx drugs, benefit checks, whatever)

This goes back to the classic baby-boomer, hippie attitude: freedom = "I gotta be me, I'll do what I want, whatever feels good, damn the consequences."

The rest of us are still waiting for this most pampered, self-indulgent generation in American history to grow the hell UP!<<

Your problem is with socialism, not pot. Help dismantle the welfare state and you won't have to watch your earnings go to potheads, alcoholics, or anyone else you don't choose it to.
If you dismantle the welfare state and the war on drugs, what do the "wastoids" take from you?

"So when do the games start?"

I don't know. When you oil up, I suppose.

"How about putting the issue to American people to vote on? No not just the 450 or so professional drama queens in Washington, why not let all citizens voice they opinion on this? ...For years I have wondered what would become of just that. On a national ballot when everyone is already heading to the polls to vote....Yes or No to marijuana legalized...

This basic scenario happened in Springfield on an episode of "the Simpsons" and legalized pot was defeated. Why? The "stoners" were too high to remember to vote.

yes we are doing ok, but you don't usually get this many Wod'ers in one spot.
Dane, cj, kc, MEgoofy, and several other anti-freedom people hitting away. It's been fun

And now unfortunately I will have to get back and do some work today. Yes, WOD'ers I do have a job, a good one as well.

Who said anything about the bible giving us the right to privacy? Certainly not I.

"How about putting the issue to American people to vote on? No not just the 450 or so professional drama queens in Washington, why not let all citizens voice they opinion on this? ...For years I have wondered what would become of just that. On a national ballot when everyone is already heading to the polls to vote....Yes or No to marijuana legalized...

This basic scenario happened in Springfield on an episode of "the Simpsons" and legalized pot was defeated. Why? The "stoners" were too high to remember to vote.

'Another example,' he said. 'Some years ago you had a very serious delusion indeed. You believed that three men, three onetime Party members named Jones, Aaronson, and Rutherford men who were executed for treachery and sabotage after making the fullest possible confession -- were not guilty of the crimes they were charged with. You believed that you had seen unmistakable documentary evidence proving that their confessions were false. There was a certain photograph about which you had a hallucination. You believed that you had actually held it in your hands. It was a photograph something like this.'

An oblong slip of newspaper had appeared between O'Brien's fingers. For perhaps five seconds it was within the angle of Winston's vision. It was a photograph, and there was no question of its identity. It was the photograph. It was another copy of the photograph of Jones, Aaronson, and Rutherford at the party function in New York, which he had chanced upon eleven years ago and promptly destroyed. For only an instant it was before his eyes, then it was out of sight again. But he had seen it, unquestionably he had seen it! He made a desperate, agonizing effort to wrench the top half of his body free. It was impossible to move so much as a centimetre in any direction. For the moment he had even forgotten the dial. All he wanted was to hold the photograph in his fingers again, or at least to see it.

'It exists!' he cried.

'No,' said O'Brien.

He stepped across the room. There was a memory hole in the opposite wall. O'Brien lifted the grating. Unseen, the frail slip of paper was whirling away on the current of warm air; it was vanishing in a flash of flame. O'Brien turned away from the wall.

'Ashes,' he said. 'Not even identifiable ashes. Dust. It does not exist. It never existed.'

'But it did exist! It does exist! It exists in memory. I remember it. You remember it.'

'I do not remember it,' said O'Brien.

Winston's heart sank. That was doublethink. He had a feeling of deadly helplessness. If he could have been certain that O'Brien was lying, it would not have seemed to matter. But it was perfectly possible that O'Brien had really forgotten the photograph. And if so, then already he would have forgotten his denial of remembering it, and forgotten the act of forgetting. How could one be sure that it was simple trickery? Perhaps that lunatic dislocation in the mind could really happen: that was the thought that defeated him.