fishin, huntin, movies, music, slamminEditor's Note: The following is a letter addressed to Minnesota Republican Senator Norm Coleman -- a strong advocate of the brutal federal drug laws on the books -- reminding him that he used to be a happy, safe, fun-loving pot smoker.My friend Norman,Years ago, in a lifetime far away, you did not oppose the legalization of marijuana. Years ago, in our dorm rooms at Hofstra University, you, me, Billy, your future brother-in-law, Ivan, Jonathan, Peter, Janet, Nancy and a wealth of other students smoked dope.Sure, we had to tape the doors shut, burn incense and open the windows, but we got high, and yet we grew up okay, without the help of the Office of National Drug Control Policy's advice.We grew up to become lawyers. Our other friends, as you go down the list, are doctors, professors, parents, political consultants and professionals. No one ever got cancer from smoking pot or diabetes from using a joint. And the days of our youth we look back fondly upon as years where we stood up, were counted and made a difference, from Earth Day in 1970 to helping bring down a president and end a war in Southeast Asia a few years later. We smoked pot when we took over Weller Hall to protest administrative abuses of students' rights. You smoked pot as you stood on the roof of the University Senate protesting faculty exclusivity. As the President of the Student Senate in 1969, you condemned the raid by Nassau County police on our dormitories, busting scores of students for pot possession.You never said then that pot was dangerous. What was scary then, and is as frightening now, is when national leaders become voices of hypocrisy, harbingers of the status quo, and protect their own position instead of the public good. Welcome to the crowd of those who have become a likeness of which they despised. Welcome to the mindless myriad of legislators who gather in cocktail lounges to manhandle their martinis while passing laws against drunk driving.We have seen more people die last year from spinach then pot. We have endured generations of drug addicts overdosing on a multitude of drugs, from heroin to crystal methamphetamine. In your public life, as an attorney general, mayor and United States senator, you have been in the forefront of speaking out against abuses which are harmful. You have been a noble and honorable public servant. How about not being such a dope on dope?How about admitting that if the Rockefeller drug laws were applied to Norman Bruce Coleman on Long Island in 1968, or to me, or to our friends, and fellow students, you, I and others we knew and loved might just be getting out of jail now? How about recognizing that for too long too many have been wrongly arrested, unjustly prosecuted and illegally incarcerated for unconscionable periods of time?How about recognizing that you have peers who have smoked pot for 25 years or more and they are successful record producers, businessmen and parents?How about standing up and saying you have heard and witnessed countless stories of persons who have used pot medicinally, as I have, to endure the effects of chemotherapy?You who have travelled to Africa and seen the face of AIDS so up close and personal would deny medicinal marijuana relief to those souls wasting away from malnutrition, nausea and no access to fundamental medicines?How about not adopting the sad and sorry archaic path of our office of drug control, which this week suggested pot smokers are more likely to become gang members than others?How about standing up and saying: "I, Norm Coleman, smoked pot in 1969." That "I am not a gang member, a drug addict or a criminal."How about saying: "I was able to responsibly integrate my prior pot use into my life, and still succeed on my own merits."How about standing up not only for who you are, but who you were?How about it, Norm?I will always love, admire and cherish what you have achieved and accomplished and the goals you have met. I will always fondly look at the remarkable success of your present.How about you looking back at your past and saying: "What I did was not so wrong and not so bad and not so hurtful that generations of Americans should still, decades later, be going to jail for smoking pot -- nearly one million arrests for possession last year."Can't Norm Coleman come out of the closet in 2007 and say "These arrests are wrong -- that there is a better way, and we need to find it."You might find more integrity and honor in that then adopting the sad and sorry policy of our Office of National Drug Control Policy.You might find the person you were.Norm KentNorm Kent is an attorney based in Ft. Lauderdale, FL, who specializes in criminal defense and appeals, media law and First Amendment issues. He serves on the Board of Directors for NORML, the National Organization for the Reform of Marijuana Laws. © 2007 Independent Media Institute. All rights reserved. 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Sublime, nirvana, STP, alice in chains, ATMOSPHERE, P.O.S, tool, zepplin, tom petty rocks, pearl jam, sound garden, steve miller, wolfmother, audioslave/chris cornell and anything that sounds good really, pantera, lynard skynard, kings, godsmack, zappa, foo fighters, eminem, bush and lots more
big lebowski, ricky bobby haha, half baked, fast times@ridgemont, dazed and confused, borat, blazing saddles ( a must c), shaun of the dead any funny movie that involves pot
70s show, simpsons, family guy, discovery and histroy channels espn ultimate fighting ect.
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I want to share something with you. Throughout my searchers in life ive always felt this void, this emptiness. But now, suddenly i feel this warmth, this sudden newness that ive never felt where everything just seems right. Everything seems.... so perfect. As if im basking in this constant warmth. Ive fallen in love with someone, and that someone is our lord and savior Jesus Christ.Have you felt the love of Christ? Never before have i felt like this. I feel like a little boy again. I pray on my knees with the reverence of a child opening presents on Christmas day. Yes its a Super Nintendo! Fucken Aye!! THIS IS WHAT LOVE FEELS LIKE!!!!!! Its being able to sit in confidence that there is someone out there that loves you more than anything else in the world could.As i sit here even now, i feel our lord and savior Jesus Christ behind me, holding me tight. The power of the lord wells up, filling me, deep inside. Spilling forth its glory, covering every inch of me in his love. And as i sit there looking into his deep, brown eyes. The stubble of his beard, gently tickling my lips. His hand softly caressing the small of my back as if a baby. He whispers gingerly into my ear. "Jason, its not gay if your balls dont touch".
A Soldier's PoemIf I ever go to war Mom, Please don't be afraid.
There are some things I must do, To keep the promise that I made.
I'm sure there will be some heartache, And I know that you'll cry tears,
But your son is a Soldier now, Mom, There is nothing you should fear.If I ever go to war Dad, I know that you'll be strong.
But you won't have to worry, Cause you taught me right from wrong.
You kept me firmly on the ground, yet still taught me how to fly.
Your son is a Soldier now Dad, I love you Hooah, Even if I die.If I ever go to war Bro, There are some things I want to say.
You've always had my back, and I know it's my time to repay.
You'll always be my daybreak, through all of life's dark clouds,
Your brother is a Soldier now, Bro, I promise I'll make you proud.If I ever go to war Sis, don't you worry bout me,
I always looked out for you, but I can't do that anymore,
Cause I'm a big bro to all in America.
I love you so much and you know that, Your brother a soldier now Sis,
So wipe your eyes, I'll be fine even if I die.If I ever go to war my Friends, We'll never be apart,
Though we may not meet again, I'll hold you in my heart.
Remember all the times we had, Don't let your memories cease,
Your friend is a Soldier now, Dear Friend, And I'll die to bring you peace.And when I go to heaven, And see that pearly gate,
I'll gladly decline entrance, Then stand my post and wait.
I'm sorry Sir I can't come in, I'm sort of in a bind,
You see I'm still a Soldier Sir, So I can't leave them behind.
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