Medpot Minstrel: Hydroponics Medical Marijuana

Saturday, July 15, 2006

Tempers rising along with the heat

I must warn you, I’m on the warpath today. Not only has Israel decided to start a full-scale war over two kidnapped soldiers in Lebanon, but I just read about the DEA busting 13 medpot dispensaries in San Diego. It happened on July 6th, but I’ve been away and too laid back or busy to pay attention to the news.

What on earth did these legal dispensaries do to the feds to make them so vicious? Even if there happened to be some irregularities with regard to who got pot and who didn’t, do the feds send in the riot squad when a pharmacist misreads a prescription or someone gets some extra painkillers that they’re not entitled to?

Congress defeated a very wise amendment that would have stripped the DEA of its funds to carry out such misguided raids. The good news is that 163 representatives, including some Republicans, voted for the amendment. If we could build up those numbers, perhaps next year the medpot forces will succeed.

There are wars raging all over the place, but none as totally useless as this crusade against medicinal marijuana undertaken by the federal government. Where is the governor of California—a tough guy in the movies—when his state’s laws are trampled upon in such a fashion?

Closer to home, Squirrel had a bright idea today to raise money for her Internet buying sprees. She drew a poster of a purring cat, advertising a spa for cats. She wants to put it up all over the neighborhood. I doubt that she’ll find any takers, but it might be a good lesson. Like the lemonaid stand on a street with but a few passersby. Besides, she only has a vague idea what to do with the cats if they do materialize.

I also read in the paper that there is a law on the books that penalizes students who have been busted for pot. They are being denied financial aid to complete their education! So far 200,000 students in the U.S. have been thus punished. What an insane idea—they’re into drugs, deny them an education. That will solve the drug problem—NOT!

The mind boggles at the stupidity of politicians. Like Bush saying that Israel didn’t overreact to the two soldiers being kidnapped. How many civilians have to die in return? How many airports, bridges, power stations, and six-story buildings have to be demolished, before Israel considers the score even? (Don’t get me wrong. I think that the Muslim extremists are just as insane.)

My blood pressure is rising, so I go into my grow room to meditate. My ladies are coming along nicely. I’ve switched over to a regular High Pressure Sodium bulb, with its light on the red end of the spectrum, because they’ve started the flowering process. I’ve also fed them with Organic B, a comprehensive B vitamin supplement for your plants, which combined with Piranha and Tarantula, causes the plants to burst forth with buds.

At a later stage, I’ll be using Colossal Bud Blast to insure the most potent medicine possible. Claire and I have smoked schwag in the past, and we swore that when we grow our own, we’ll smoke nothing but the best. It’s like being a connoisseur of fine wines. In addition to Northern Flame, we’re trying a hybrid called White Russian. It’s showing promise, although it’s not as prolific in buds as Northern Flame.

Claire had another migraine today, and I had to administer her some medicine from the last batch. She woke early with searing pain, but after our communal joint she went back to sleep and awoke refreshed. She would be a great poster girl for medpot—I can just see the before and after shots. My heart went out to her as tears were streaming down her face, and she was saying that this was the worst possible pain anyone could imagine.

The longer I live, the more I realize that it’s all interconnected. We’re joined up with nature and all the financial stresses that the ordinary family experiences take their toll—literally—as a pain in the neck. Claire claims that today’s doozey of a headache started in her neck. Some people differentiate between tension headaches and migraines, but I see that line as blurred.

My own bouts of pain seem minor, compared to hers. Once you’re diagnosed with cancer, everything else fades by comparison. So you lost your job—well, at least your cancer is in remission. So you go hungry for a day—at least…you get the picture.

With regard to the wars raging in the Middle East, I can only refer to the Buffy Sainte-Marie song, “Universal Soldier.” You might recall it as a hit for Donovan back in the sixties.

"He’s 5 foot 2 and he’s 6 feet 4
He fights with missiles and with spears
He’s all of 31 and he’s only 17.
He’s been a soldier for a thousand years…

But without him,how would Hitler have condemned him at Dachau?
Without him Caesar would have stood alone
He’s the one who gives his bodyas a weapon of the war.
And without him all this killing can’t go on."


posted by Wes @ 11:31 PM


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