Tido fires up the bass. Mike kicks in a guitar rift. Steve feels around so he can fill in the blanks between the bass and the guitar. Barak's bravado brings this whole thing together.
Four, who went from boys to men and from strangers to friends. The cause? A beautifully badass melodic mind-orgy. The effect? Just the same. And when Big Orange Band brings the pain, we all gain.
Random. Maybe.
Coordinated? Who gives a fuck!?!?!?
I lost my girlfriend. I lost my motorcycle. I lost my motorcycle key. I lost purchasing power because some asshole tried to use my credit card number to buy muscle enhancement medication from fucking Switzerland. All! In! One! Weekend!
I almost lost my damn mind.
Synchronicity.
Random? I don't know.
Coordinated? **Flips the middle finger to God**
But instead of having a huge pity party and feeling sorry for myself, I went to St. George Island.
There I found peace.
And peace of mind
I shed a tear. And that shed light.
I didn't have any outer body experiences like the drummer of BOH, but I did come to have a deeper appreciation for not only the practical relationships, but also for the more conceptual relationships, those ones between ideas, nature, time and space.
Gotta run. The Police are coming to take me away: Synchronicity
War. What is it good for? Well, some wars are fought for freedom. And other
wars are fought for fucked up reasons. Still, some wars are well
known and others, not so much. And then there are those wars
that have waged on for decades and are even less known.
The War on Drugs. Heard of it?
One doesn't have to own a tie-dyed ferret and a hackysack to realize
the waste of the drug wars; not to mention how they've resulted in a disturbing
accumulation of federal powers (mandatory minimums, asset forfeiture, a
paramilitary DEA to name but a few). Let us pause here while Peter Tosh sings
his peace:
Now. Some argue that the war on drugs (more
specifically, weed) identifies, isolates, and targets the most marginalized,
defenseless, and the most vulnerable in American society: the
poor.
Indeed, declared a 'trillion-dollar failure,' the war
on drugs less about keeping so-called dangerous illicit drugs off the streets.
Keeping weed illegal is good. But not for the reasons you've been
taught.
The worst thing that could happen is if weed was legal
tomorrow and grandma could go down to her neighborhood Starbucks to
grab a dime bag.
Legal weed would leave a lot of people butt-hurt:
1. The Private Prison Industry 2. The Addiction Recovery
Industry 3. The Drug Testing Industry 4. Police Unions 5. Alcohol And
Beer Companies 6. Pharmaceutical Corporations 7. Prison Guard Unions 8.
Trial Lawyers
Sun Tzu said "all war is deception," and that
"there is no instance of a nation benefitting from prolong
warfare."
Can I get an Amen?
Shunned by the high-minded, moral majority, blighted
by a religiously ambitious Bible Belt, and regulated by a
powerful hegemony, (weed) drugs and there uses have remained pervasive
among popular culture.
From movies to music, drugs make up a sizable part of the
fabric of America.
The path forward --> Decriminalize the plant!!! And tax it!!! Or something!!!
Washington state and Colorado legalized weed for
recreational purposes, and it looks like Washington DC butting the hell out.
Even Virginia Attorney General and Candidate for Governor,
Ken Cuccinelli thinks states should "experiment"
(hahahaha) with legalizing weed.
Smokey, another noted philosopher tells us, "Ain't
nothing wrong with smoking weed. Weed is from the Earth. God put it here for me
and you. Take advantage, man Take advantage."
Can I get another AMEN?
In
the famous words of Andre 3,000, "Marijuana illegal but
cigarettes cool, I might look kinda funny but I ain't no fool." That's the
dissonance. The paradox. And the pop culture pressures seems to be eroding the
confines of conservative thinking towards pot.
