The Supper Of Fools: poetry and video by David H. Roche

What follows is an op-ed of Pie In The Face News where our motto is "everything is true if you believe it"

                                                                              

What began as a sneaking suspicion that the world's leaders don't have a clue and can't be trusted has been confirmed.  Kinda.  What actually happened is that it has become apparent that the goals they have are not primarily meant to benefit those faithfully following them. We had given them the benefit of the doubt thinking they might be incompetent or just at the mercy of one enemy or another and thought they were simply mistaken but trying hard. 

That turned out to be untrue, there were other, un-revealed, goals altogether and the plan is working well and will bear fruit soon. This condition is aided and abetted by the follower who just doesn't believe the game can be as cruel as it will soon become.

The overwhelming preponderance of socially approved media input has convinced almost everyone to join in producing their own impoverishment by continuing to follow the leader and giving homage to his directions and advice.

There are some thoughts of Buddha from the Dhammapada at the end of the video that casts doubt on the reliability of the value system that is guiding the course of world government.  I added them because they reflect the ideas I had in writing the poem. Humanities problems are the result of a failed value system the cure is to replace the current value system with a better one.  This means our problems are fundamentally spiritual and not fundamentally political.

So those were some of the thoughts which provoked me to write the poem below.

The Supper Of Fools

There is complete control,

but there is no justice

if the truth be told.

There's sound and fury,

demon voices fill the air

whispering; "all is lost, all is lost,

there's nothing's left but despair."

So lift up your glass

and I'll burn some grass

we'll have a good time

as long as time lasts.

you sing your song

and I'll sing mine

we'll sing together

until the end of time.

The game is rigged

we know that's true,

but there's not one damned thing

we can do...

but play the game.

So lift up your glass

and I'll burn some grass,

we'll have a good time

as long as time lasts;

you sing your song

and I'll sing mine

and we'll meet again

at the end of time

we'll start again

knowing what not to do;

but for now we'll just party on down

and enjoy the supper of fools.

Poetry and video by David H. Roche (C) 2016

The music track "Stuck In Winter Funk" by Bill Canino is used by permission

The Mosh Pit of the Sun and Moon (Poetry and video)

I made a little video and wrote a little poem to go with it.  It's titled "The Mosh Pit of the Sun and Moon".

I was strolling along the river near dusk and looked up into the sky and there was a flock of small birds converging and merging.  At times smaller flocks would appear and crash into the larger flock joining them, becoming a part of the controlled chaos of the larger flock.

It went on for quite a while.  Take a look. 

The Pornography Of War (poetry and art by David H. Roche

I've been wondering about the future.  It looks bleak.  We live in a world whose leaders have decided the economy cannot be sustained without war as it's driving force and inspiration.  This is because the world leaders have set it up this way in their projections for the future of society.  War is often the go to option of those in charge of the economy. 

At this link is an earlier post which has some worthwhile links to lectures by Chris Hedges which provide eye-opening accounts about world events.  I posted the poem below in the link above, but today changed a word or two.  The current version is below.

The Pornography Of War

Unfit for young eyes
the XXX news of the last 50 years
has been by persuasion with lies
and supported by cheers.

Parents still cry for children they've lost,

but all involved have agreed,

some must fight and some must die,

some must stay at home and cry

so the marketplace is free.

Newsprint black magic,

spells cast with words

God and country the plea;

call it anything you want,

porn is what I see.

By David H. Roche (C) 2016

The nation has been assaulted.  It has been injured seriously.  But why?  I found this lecture by Lawrence Wilkerson,  the former Chief of Staff for Colin Powell, which opens up an entirely non mainstream interpretation of events that most people did not know. 

In the end we the people are suffering from the activity of those which have leadership positions.  Lawrence Wilkerson has the same questions about the possibility of solving the problem.

Until the problem is solved
there will be war without end

and all the young folk
will want to attend.
Fathers and mothers,
brothers and sisters,
friends and lovers,
will bend their heads and cry

over flag draped caskets
in which they who marched off now lie.

This little poem by Richard Brautigan titled "Star Spangled Nails" pretty much gets to the heart of the situation. When it gets down to skin it's real. 

What are you going to do about it?  It's a question Jim Morrison asked long ago in the midst of another unwinnable and seemingly endless war.  It seems to be an appropriate question to ask again today. 

What can you do to stop war?  The question was asked when I was a young man selected to be cannon fodder.  Here's a response by the anti-war segment of the populace, a neat song and artistic performance  titled "Anthem" by The Hello People which I got to see on the Smother's Brothers show when it happened. 



The Smother's Brothers show was subsequently silenced by the Nixon administration which was pro war.  If you think Obama is bad, his evil twin was Nixon.

Enjoy this trek into the pacifist past. 

article, poetry and art by David H. Roche (C) 2016

(all else belongs to those who made it)

Dissolution (a poem and some art)

Dissolution

All my heroes have died,

the ones who's words made me see,

the ones whose music moved me,

the one's whose moral courage taught me to say 'No'

when everyone was saying 'Yes'..

They've all died

leaving me behind to cry:

"Why didn't you wait for me?"

poetry and art by David H. Roche

Mysteries ... No Clues (more artifacts from the Gray Room)

I put together some of the pictures I've made since the beginning of the year.  I thought it came out pretty good and the music YouTube provided worked really good with it. 

I titled it "Mysteries ... No Clues"  I couldn't think of anything else to name it.  You know it's real, but you don't know what it is.  It's a mystery.

Some Thoughts About The Christic Institute

I had heard the name Christic Institute before, but had no idea about what the organization was up to.  As it turns out I found that the organization was a legal services non-profit  organization which takes on cases of significant public interest.  Some of these have been the Karen Silkwood  case, as well as an investigation into the criminal activities of the Iran Contra affair and the environmental impacts of the nuclear mishap at Three Mile Island. 






In the video Daniel Sheehan explains the work he did for the Christic Institute.  From what I can tell they are good people who were addressing inequities and outright wrongdoing in the public sector. 

In the past some of the most dramatic changes in social practices have come from the religious bodies in the land.  Not all of the activities have been welcomed by all.  When it was the issue of slavery, the abolitionists motivated by religiously based morality opposed the slave owner who opened their bibles to find support for slavery.  Perhaps the most significant revelations made by the institute have to do with drug and gun running.  You can read through the FBI files on this aspect here

I think it would be fair to characterize the Christic Institute as kind of a religious ACLU public advocate.  I had heard the name before from time to time but knew nothing at all about it until today.  It sounds like a pretty good thing for people to be doing.  From what I can tell the organization is being referred to in terms of 'was'.  So I assume it has ceased.  The purpose was noble and what they did was valuable.  In that the structures of power and capital were the objects of the Institute's legal activities I suppose it is to be expected the Institute would find it necessary to close up their doors.  Organizations like this are necessary in a corrupt situation like the world finds itself in today.  The appearance of organizations like the Christic Institute is necessary but when they rise up and obtain justice for the afflicted those with the reins of power often rise up to see that such an event does not happen again.

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Revolt of the Poets: Or Future Wars Should Be Fought By Armies Of Mimes (a new poem)

In a daydream I began to imagine armies of mimes involved in war.  Let that sink in. It would be the kind of war one might expect a Dadaist to conceive of.  That's how the poem came about. 

Compare it to the poem which follows which is older. I wrote the second poem a few days after the invasion of Iraq. 

Enjoy.

Revolt of the Poets:

 Or Future Wars Should Be Fought By Armies Of Mimes

During a poets revolt

wise-men dissemble

old men wail

shake their heads and tremble;

women cry out-loud in fear

of mighty rushing winds

screaming in their ears.

But it's a new dance 

the children dance now

and a new song the children hear.

In a poets revolt

fools take up arms

and the wise dance without fear.

Poetry by David H. Roche (C) 2016

Who Can You Believe? Some thoughts on the news industry

I happened to find a documentary on the topic of how the media is used by the official authorities to provide disinformation in support of government agendas.  The film is titled "The War You Don't See."  It is a John Pilger film.

Pilger jumps into this presentation with both feet naming names and places involved with providing official disinformation to the public.  You might wonder what official disinformation is.  Some may think such a phrase is an oxymoron. How could the official information be disinformation?

Pilger reveals the brains behind the mechanism of giving false information to the news outlets for distribution to the public consciousness.  He also shows how the government works hand in hand with the media outlets to combat truth in journalism by a preponderance of disinformation reported over and over again.  One very infamous incident is the WMD incident which was the stated reason to destroy Iraq was debunked by Scott Ritter who discovered the WMD's were non-existent.   

 

The disinformation provided by the Bush / Cheney policymakers
convinced an already terrorized American populace to kill baby kill and the same Americans a decade later were crying drill baby drill in the face of BP's criminal activity in the Gulf and the evidence of climate change bearing down on them.

Information is powerful, the only thing you can do to protect yourself is use you mind and refuse to be an unquestioning receptacle of information.  Here's a test, is the following statement true or false?   "It is not at all unlikely for three skyscrapers to fall at near free fall speed and disappear into a pile of powder on one day.  It happens all the time."

What was your answer?  Agnosticism will keep you from the lemming effect that is the goal of disinformation. The long history of leaders reveals that a fair number have not been able to be trusted.  I bet you can name a few.

An Open Letter to the Governor of Michigan From Michael Moore

As you are aware the activities of the government of Michigan have mismanaged the water quality of Flint Michigan.  To describe it in that way is to be kind.  They have produced a situation by their decisions which has left the people without safe water.  It did not need to happen except for those who decided not to keep it from happening. 

I was sent this by a friend  who felt it was his duty to take the bastards down.  I agree. Selling poison water to people who need a drink is just not cool. If it is not a crime I want to know why.

I encourage you to sign the petition and put these malefactors on notice.

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Subject: An Open Letter to Michigan's Governor Snyder (aka #ArrestGovSnyder) from Michael Moore, a resident of Traverse City, MI

I wrote a letter calling for the arrest of Michigan Governor Rick Snyder for poisoning the people of Flint. Read it here, sign the petition, and please share!

Dear Governor Snyder:

Thanks to you, sir, and the premeditated actions of your administrators, you have effectively poisoned, not just some, but apparently ALL of the children in my hometown of Flint, Michigan. 

And for that, you have to go to jail. 

To poison all the children in an historic American city is no small feat. Even international terrorist organizations haven't figured out yet how to do something on a magnitude like this.

But you did. Your staff and others knew that the water in the Flint River was poison -- but you decided that taking over the city and "cutting costs" to "balance the budget" was more important than the people's health (not to mention their democratic rights to elect their own leaders). So you cut off the clean, fresh glacial lake water of Lake Huron that the citizens of Flint (including myself) had been drinking for decades and, instead, made them drink water from the industrial cesspool we call the Flint River -- a body of "water" where toxins from a dozen General Motors and DuPont factories have been dumped for over a hundred years. And then you decided to put a chemical in this water to "clean" it -- which only ended up stripping the lead off of Flint's aging water pipes, placing that lead in the water and sending it straight into people's taps. Your callous -- and reckless (btw, "reckless" doesn't get you a pass; a reckless driver who kills a child, still goes to jail) -- decision to do this has now, as revealed by the city's top medical facility, caused "irreversible brain damage" in Flint's children, not to mention other bodily damage to all of Flint's adults. Here's how bad it is: Even GM won't let the auto parts they use in building cars touch the Flint water because that water "corrodes" them (link). This is a company that won't even fix an ignition switch after they've discovered it's already killed dozens of people. THAT's how bad the situation is. Even GM thinks you're the devil. 

Maybe you don't understand the science behind this. Lead, in water -- now, bear with me, this involves a science lesson and you belong to the anti-science party, the one that believes there's not a climate problem and that Adam and Eve rode on dinosaurs 6,000 years ago. Lead is toxic to the human body. There's no way to fully eliminate it once it's in your system, and children are the most damaged by it.

By taking away the city's clean drinking water in order to "cut costs," and then switching the city's water supply to Flint River water, you have allowed massively unsafe levels of pollutants and lead into the water that travels in to everyone's home. Every Flint resident is trapped by this environmental nightmare which you, Governor, have created.

Like any real criminal, when you were confronted with the truth (by the EPA and other leading water experts across America), you denied what you did. Even worse, you decided to mock your accusers and their findings. As I said, I know you don't like to believe in a lot of science (after all, you used to run Gateway Computers, and that, really, is all anyone needs to know about you), but this time the science has caught up with you -- and this time, I hope, it's going to convict you.

The facts are all there, Mr. Snyder. Every agency involved in this scheme reported directly to you. The children of Flint didn't have a choice as to whether or not they were going to get to drink clean water. But soon it will be your turn to not have that choice about which water you'll be drinking. Because by this time next year, if there is an ounce of justice left in this land, the water you'll be drinking will be served to you from a tap inside Jackson Prison.

I am calling upon my fellow Michiganders -- and seekers of justice everywhere -- to petition U.S. Attorney General Loretta Lynch, asking her to arrest you for corruption and assault (i.e., the physical assault you committed against the children of Flint when you knowingly poisoned them). 

Yesterday, the federal prosecutor in Flint, after many of us had called for months for this action, finally opened up an investigation into the matter (link). Now we need your arrest, prosecution and conviction.

And who will be cheering on that day when you are fitted with a bright orange jumpsuit? The poor and minority communities of Michigan who've endured your dictatorial firing of their mayors and school boards so you could place your business friends in charge of their mostly-black cities. They know you never would have done this to a wealthy white suburb

I welcome all to look at the appalling facts of this case, which have been reported brilliantly here, here, and especially here by the great Rachel Maddow. Thank you, Rachel, for caring so deeply when the rest of the national television media didn't. 

I'm asking everyone who agrees with me to sign on to this petition and call for your arrest, Governor Snyder. You are not allowed to run amok in my hometown like you have done. The children whom you have poisoned have to endure a life of pain and lower IQ's from your actions. You have destroyed a generation of children -- and for that, you must pay.

It is time for you to go to prison. Out of mercy, I'll ask that you have in your cell your own personal Gateway computer.

Sincerely,Michael Moore
Flint native
Michigan resident and voter

P.S. For everyone wanting to sign on to this petition calling for the IMMEDIATE resignation of Governor Snyder AND for the FBI to arrest him, please sign the petition petition here: http://michaelmoore.com/ArrestGovSnyder

Here It Is, 2016

Well here it is 2016 already. 

Seems like only yesterday it was 1967.  

Not much has changed. 

America was involved in its longest war at that time

and today America is now in another longer and apparently endless war.

Not much has changed,

just the names and places.

The years of the Obama Administration have been an endless oscillation of the Administration trying to accomplish some decent domestic policy and having to fight an irrational mob of mindless Republican and Tea Party robots whose pockets are filled with dark money which spreads into a 24 / 7 miasma of political propaganda.  I more or less watched the struggle with bafflement which in time turned to amusement as people as poor as myself and with more need than me agreed to vote against government sponsored Obamacare.  What madness can make people choose the option which makes it harder on themselves?  It seems that the answer in this instance is political ideology.  What is so unusual about this phenomenon is that while people may approve legislation that harms others, they rarely put their political energies into harming themselves and their families. But on the issue of healthcare they did. Crazy isn’t it?

And then we are forced to elect another President and I have a few words short and to the point.

As far as Republicans and Democrats go the only one I would feel comfortable with is Bernie Sanders.  His campaign is being sandbagged by lack of cooperation by the frigging Democrats themselves and the media.  Elections have become a farce.  The process of electing a major world leader in the U.S. is more like a traveling minstrel show designed to amuse children.  In the end what the dark money says is what happens

I’d like to digress some and give my impression of a few candidates.

1.  Trump. He reminds me of Benito Mussolini and his followers remind me of Mussolini’s followers.  I view this as a negative feature of the Trump campaign; his followers view it as positive.
2. Carson.  Not suited for the job.  He reminds me of Buckwheat of the Little Rascals movie series.
3. Clinton.  Not to be trusted under any circumstances. That’s it, that’s how I feel about a Clinton candidacy and Presidency.
4. Sanders is the only one among the major candidates who knows what the problem is and is prepared to do what is necessary to solve it. So he is not given appropriate media coverage.

Today, as I write the President has spoken out one more time about how violent a place American society has become and focusing on the use of guns in producing the violence.  The meme of the day is background checks at all points of the sale of firearms.  I’m okay with that as far as a commercial enterprise goes or sales to strangers on the internet. A buddy should be able to sell a gun to a buddy. It is in the interest of society to keep guns out of the hands of criminals and people who are certifiably mentally unfit to have a weapon.  Much caution should be used when implementing the last caveat.

There was one aspect of violence in need of abatement which the President did not mention.  That is police violence.  He made no mention of disarming the police or curtailing police violence.  If those who are employed to supervise our activities are allowed to have firearms I suggest they must undergo intense psychological profiling to see if they can be trusted. 

This may raise the hackles of some but the statistics indicate that the families in which a police officer lives are significantly more likely to be the object of domestic abuse.  If this is indeed the case then a thorough psychological profiling of someone who is entrusted with authority is certainly appropriate. Allowing persons who are abusive to their family to carry guns and meet the public on the basis of an ‘authority’ granted by the government is a dangerous mix.  So what I’m saying is that if mentally unfit persons can be barred from possessing firearms that must also apply to the police.  And because they are entrusted with ‘authority’ and a weapon they should logically be examined with greater scrutiny to see if they are fit to wield authority in a society like ours which values liberty and life.  For an overview of the problem of domestic violence in the families of police officer The National Center For Women & Policing has provided statistics which support my previous statements.

So we enter the first week of the year 2016 with the 21^st century version of a range war and an embattled group of patriots suffering through their personal Valley Forge of the long Oregon winter.  The Feds turned off the power LOL.  This is turning into a good old fashioned siege.  Get some popcorn, maybe start a pool on how this turns out and when or if the 'Frigid Few' surrender.

Sit back and enjoy the new year all you experience is brought to you in full cooperation with the Republican and Democratic committee to control the conversation and make the rules and generally pull the wool over everyone's eyes.

Elk On Christmas Morning 2015

I was headed across the street with a cup of coffee to the neighbors house and I caught a glimpse of some elk on the opposite side of the pond.  So I walked over to the other side to see if I could get a better look.

I was quite surprised at the size of the herd.  Usually I see them in much smaller groups. 

The 'lake' they are wading through is in actuality a pasture.  But we have had quite a bit of rain this month.

I took the video with my Samsung phone which does a great job.  My hands were shaking from the cold.  I allowed YouTube to take out the shakiness and they did a good job, but it truncated the video to some extent.  Either way it turned out pretty nice.  It was a gorgeous almost mystical scene with the mist, the sunrise and the elk ploughing through the water.

Church and State: The 1st Corinthians 13 Poem

So much passes for Christianity today.  For instance recall the anti gay marriage county clerk Kim Davis from Kentucky who has been in the news the last week or so.  She is so much in favor of dual sex marriage that she has done it a number of times.  Not one of the times she married did she marry a woman. She is completely opposed to same sex marriage and it is a religious principle for her.

The spectacle of her refusing to do her job and being jailed amidst claims of religious persecution seems preposterous to me.  I'm happy her faith did not include eating her young as Christians have been accused of doing in the early years of the faith. If it did she would have those who support her.  They would also claim persecution. You can be sure of that.

I was thinking of her antics and wondering if she would get fired for not doing her job or be sent back to jail.  That was part of the inspiration for the poem. The second part of the inspiration came from Paul's first epistle to the Corinthians.  It is called the love chapter. See if you can find a reason for Kim Davis's decision in it.

If Jesus were to return to the church today like he did when he chased the money changers from the temple would he say to the leaders: "My Father's house is a house of love, and you have made it a house of hate?"

Church and State: The 1st Corinthians 13 Poem

     Inspired by the actions of Kim Davis done in the name of Christ

      along with a couple Christian Presidents who lied us into war.

 

                           The Church has begun shouting,

                           dividing us with church and state;

                           truth in the mouths of liars

                           turns into falsehood, fear and hate.

 

                           Love is much more than a word

                           it’s a seed sown by the heart,

                           where peace springs up binding together

                           what church and state have torn apart.

 

                           When no light shines in the sky above

                           and darkness fills the land,

                           light in your heart the lamp of love

                           and undivided we will stand.

 

R.I.P Little One

On September 14 I got up and followed the cats down the hall to give them their morning meal.  I noticed that Little One did not come to eat. I went looking for him and found him lying in his litter box.  I spoke to him, he did not move.  I touched him, he was room temperature and his body was stiff.  Little One had died during the night. Little One was the offspring of Mama Cat.  She had produced three litters in her first year and a half of life. Little One was one of them. I finally caught her and got her to the vet to be spayed.  She is still pretty much wild but living inside.

I have five cats living inside now that Little One is gone.  But there are also four cats that come to the porch twice a day to be fed.  All my cats have been rescued, the ones on the porch want to be rescued too but they’ll have to find another home.

Below are Mama Cat and Little One in a picture taken a couple years ago.

Let me tell you about Little One.  He used to come in and wake me up in the morning.  Both he and Imp and Kali would come in when it was close to breakfast time.  I would feel them coming onto the bed and even in the dark be able to tell which was which by the positions they chose to lay down in.  Kali would press against my legs near my feet. Imp would straddle my legs near my knees or else lay down on my chest.  Little One would come and stick his nose in my face and more often than not scoot under the covers with me and fall asleep.  He loved to have his belly rubbed and would roll over on his back with his legs splayed apart so i could rub his belly..

  Little One as a kitten.

  

Little One waiting for kitty treats.

Little One was ‘my’ cat.  Every day when I would be sitting at the computer he would come to visit.  He would begin his visit by taking his paw and tapping my leg with it.  I’d look down and he’d more often than not peer into my eyes and I'd tease him asking “what do you want?” Little One then would look to the kitty treat container and then back to me. I knew he was there to tell me it was kitty treat time it was a game we played.  As soon as I picked up the box and the rest of the cats heard it they’d all be there. 

Here’s Little One on my lap in a fairly recent picture.

He won’t be coming to wake me up, or tell me it’s kitty treat time or sit on my lap anymore.  He’s spending his time here. 

The day after Little One died Kali got onto my lap four times. She never once had wanted to be on my lap and wouldn’t stay if I picked her up and sat down with her. And Imp who had never done it before came and tapped me with his paw the way Little One used to do.  It seemed clear to me that they understood Little One was gone. 

     

  Little One in 2013

Well Little One deserves to be remembered.  I sure do miss him climbing up on my lap.

I Remember 9 / 11

I remember 9 /11 for a number of reasons. The most important for personal reasons was that 9 /11 was the date of my fathers birth date in another century.  It was also the day our highly trained and incredibly 
expensive  military failed to do it's job protecting the American people.

We saw three high rise steel buildings fall to the ground.  Subsequently a commission to investigate the crime determined that the official story was not in harmony with the facts.

I remember how the Patriot Act having been composed ahead of time was made into law by men and women who did not read it.  I remember when we learned a little of the Patriot Acts abilities that we learned we were not as free as we were the day before it became law.

I remember high ranking officials warning Americans to be careful of what they say.

I remember years of terror alert and increased difficulties in getting from one place to the other.  I remember how the psyche of the American people was filled with fear and hatred of Muslims as a result of the events of 9/11. 


So I made a little video about the gross invasion of our most private areas by government employees.  

Have a nice day.  Enjoy your flight.

*updated a little

Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow: a poem by David H. Roche

Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow

Yesterday, like a cat playing with a mouse,

the storm came and left.

Today sun shines

and the cat lays on the porch licking her paws.

Who knows about tomorrow?

I wait.

Poetry and video (C) 2015 David H. Roche

Marijuana... God says it is good

Marijuana. 

Marijuana is legal for anyone over 21 to use in the State of Oregon. Oregonians have made more freedoms for themselves than most of the other 49 states.

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In 1970, in New York, we'd sit around cross-legged on the floor listening to The Moody Blues, Cream, The Yard Birds, and Pink Floyd telling ourselves pot would be legal soon as we passed a joint around the circle.  I had a cat who would follow the joint around the circle and want the smoke to be blown in his face. Yes that is a true anecdote.

Of course marijuana wasn't made legal, thanks to Nelson Rockefeller, Richard Nixon and their co-conspirators against this freedom. Of course a complicit and brainwashed American public making decisions based on untruths from the mouths of authority figures aided and abetted those nere do wells. Authority should always be questioned, don't forget that.

It is interesting to note that my generation, the baby boomers, have finally stood up for their rights as created beings on a planet produced to take care of them.  The article in the link at the top of the page reveals the following about my generation. 

"The image of marijuana-using seniors might seem strange, but it is the byproduct of a graying counterculture. Much of the baby boom generation was in college during the 1960s and 70s, and have had much more familiarity with the drug than previous generations."

"In Colorado, since legalization, many dispensaries have seen the largest portion of sales going to baby boomers and people of retirement age,” West said.

The folks at the sales counters agree: Their clientele has proven to be surprisingly mature."

"Our demographic is not punk kids,” added Karl Keich, founder of Seattle Medical Marijuana Association, a collective garden in Washington State. “About half of the people coming into our shop are seniors. It’s a place where your mother or grandmother can come in and feel safe."

Marijuana is a wonderful safe product.  It is an intoxicant, a medicine, a respite from a hard day at work and much, much more. You should not find yourself in jeopardy of losing your job or going to jail or having to pay a fine for using what God made and subsequently declared good. 

One may wonder if God tried it before declaring it 'good'.  Or did he just know it?

It is an socially compelling portent that the figures show so many seniors trekking to the states where marijuana is legal and where they will end their days.

I came across a remarkable product out here called BHO (butane hash oil) commonly known as 'dabs'. Believe me like the old hair care product jingle from the 1950's advertisements proclaimed, 'a little dab will do ya'.   It provides almost instant relief from what ails you from pain to depression and many things in between.  Pain and depression are conditions seniors regularly experience on their trek to the grave. In Oregon we have the freedom to choose whether or not to toke, we can even choose how and when to die.  It's nice God thought to make marijuana for us old folks. And he was right, it is good.

You can seize that freedom in your state too. Stand up for your rights!   Power to the People.