Category: This site is 420 friendly


Published December 30, 2010

Miracles will never cease.  CBN founder and 700 Club host Pat Robertson recently made statements on that program to the effect that he believes marijuana should be legalized or (at the very least) decriminalized.  That this 80-year-old televangelist sees the insanity behind the existing marijuana laws, and was willing to voice them on a TV show whose viewers are made up mainly of Christian Right Wingers, is a pretty big gamble.

On the December 16, 2010 edition of The 700 Club, Pat said:

“There’s something else we’ve got to recognize.  We’re locking up people who take a couple of puffs of marijuana and the next thing you know they’ve got ten years.  They’ve got mandatory sentences.  These judges throw up their hands and say there’s nothing we can do, there’s mandatory sentences.  We’ve got to take a look at what we’re considering crimes and that’s one of them.  I’m not exactly for the use of drugs, don’t get me wrong, but I just believe that criminalizing marijuana, criminalizing the possession of a few ounces of pot, and that kind of thing, I mean it’s just costing us a fortune and it’s ruining young people. Young people go into prisons, they go in as youths and they come out at as hardened criminals and it’s not a good thing.”

Pat has certainly made his share of controversial statements over the years, but this time what ire he is receiving is coming from the church itself, and those Christians who have bought into the pulpit propaganda that exists only to fill pews, weight offering plates, breed a feeling of superiority, strengthen the walls of The Bubble, and alienate the people of the world who most need to hear the gospel message.  See Churchianity Part 1 for much more on that.

Frequent visitors here know my views on this topic.  For more info (and the clearing up of much mis-info), cop a gander at this fascinating documentary right here on TheWordslinger.

Check out Pat’s comments below.


Published May 31, 2009

Still mourning the passing of Bea Arthur? Vainly pining for a surreal musical ode to recreational drug use between the erstwhile Maude and her friend Rock Hudson? Pine no longer. “Sniff, swig, puff and your cares are gooooone!”

The video below is from 1980’s Beatrice Arthur Special, and the tune belted out by these old pros is called Ev’rybody Today is Turning On (originally featured in the Broadway musical I Love My Wife). Very funny, charmingly old school, and as un-PC as you’d expect. (This may play even funnier if you’re stoned.)

Take a look.


Published April 25, 2008

In my last post, I reported on a possible reunion between the original doobie brothers, Cheech and Chong. I mentioned there that a proposed 2003 film, Cheech and Chong Get Blunt was waylaid when Tommy was arrested by the government for selling Chong Bongs on the internet.

I recall being pretty pissed about it at the time, and thinking, Does our government really have nothing better to spend their time and our tax dollars on than going after Tommy Chong?

Tommy served nine months and was released in 2004.

I was reminded of all this when I saw that a documentary about the event had been produced and is currently available on DVD.

Titled a/k/a Tommy Chong, the film details the set-up, sting, and (bullshit) takedown of Thomas B Kin Chong. Entrapment is illegal in this country, but the clips below make it obvious that the government’s “Operation PipeDreams” set out to make an example of Chong, even using Cheech and Chong film clips to incriminate him.

Check out the trailer below, along with an exclusive interview from his time in prison. This looks to be eye-opening and entertaining, although …

Stories like this do nothing to stir my American pride. I do not suffer bullshit gladly and this is BULLSHIT of the highest order.

a/k/a TOMMY CHONG – trailer

(fascinating interview – guy seemed to be in pretty good spirits considering)

GRASS ~ the documentary

Published April 2, 2008

WORDSLINGER’S NOTE: Perhaps I am taking a controversial stance in regards to this subject, but … it has never been my intention with this site to avoid controversy. Quite the opposite – I want to stir it up! So, here we go again …

Produced in 1999, Ron Mann’s documentary GRASS, narrated by Woody Harrelson (who else?), is an in-depth look at the history of marijuana in America since the early 20th century. Weighing facts and fiction, in ways funny and fascinating, this program is an eye-opening look at the eye-reddening herb.
Addressing the racial, religious, and political factors which have stirred up panic and misinformation over the last century, this documentary reveals the not-so-shocking fact that: reefer madness has never gone away. In fact, response to such propaganda and proselytizing, has only caused the use of this plant to increase exponentially – especially by users who enjoy sticking it to the man. (THE MAN – who lays down the law about grass before tilting back a few scotches.) The hundreds of billions of dollars the U.S. Government has spent (squandered) against this weed, have done nothing to stamp out usage. In fact, the more tenacious the tactics, the more police-state-like the enforcement, the more users have rebelled. Did prohibition work in the 20s and 30s?

As some states have decriminalized home use, and medical marijuana is becoming a more popular alternative to harder narcotics, perhaps the pendulum is starting to swing the other way. Times are changing, tides are turning, as a nation of intelligent people refuse to be force fed a diet of bullshit.

Just my opinion.

Watch the vid — very entertaining.


Published March 26, 2008

Many have known for years, despite widespread propaganda to the contrary, that marijuana has multiple medical benefits. Besides allowing college kids and old hippies a safer (more mellow) buzz than alcohol, the active chemical, THC, offers genuine relief from pain, nausea, sleeplessness, inflammation, anxiety, depression, tense muscles, nervousness. Medical marijuana is starting to be prescribed for a widening list of symptoms, not just cancer and glaucoma, as a pain management alternative to harder, more addictive narcotics. This is a good thing.

Even though strides have been taken in the direction of legalization, or at the very least decriminalization, I’m sure the pharmaceutical companies do not want this plant validated as an acceptable remedy for ANY ailments. Why? Because they would stand to lose an ungodly fortune if people could grow a multi-symptom medicine in their own backyard. Especially since …

This is a world that hates to feel. Our staggering pharmaceutical stock figures testify to that. We’ve been Prozac’d, Xanax’d, and Valium’d into oblivion. But smoke a little cannabis — a plant that grows naturally out of God’s green earth — and you’re a criminal. Give me a break.

Political hypocrisy outlaws marijuana, while enabling alcohol to be not only legal but glamorized in TV, magazines, and billboards. Ironic since pot kills aggression, while alcohol (for many) fires up their aggression. Ever seen somebody get violent at a party or a ball game? Are they drunk or stoned? They are DRUNK.

Pharmaceutical companies make trillions of dollars pumping people full of psychotropic drugs for anxiety and depression when there is a far more natural, and less dangerous remedy. American doctors have recently studied the alternative benefits of THC in comparison to Ritalin in calming hyper-active children. I am so not suggesting we get all our ADD children stoned, but anything is better than pumping them full of speed!

Much of the misinformation in America about this plant, stemmed from southern states in the early 20th century, when poor Mexican immigrant workers would use it to relax after a hard day in the fields. The outlawing of this plant was due greatly to racial intolerance, and a way to keep Mexicans under The Man’s thumb. Religious demonizing, pharmaceutical condemnation, and governmental laws soon followed, which made alcohol legal, and marijuana illegal.

Cannabis buds: no good. However … THIS BUD’S FOR YOU!
Because as we all know, what separates safe drugs from unsafe drugs, is a government tax.

Federal, State, and County laws are starting to differ in their penalties — including Alaska, California, and Colorado, where having less than an ounce for home consumption is either legal or only a misdemeanor … finally.

So, I said all that to say this:

The seven-part video posted below is called Run From The Cure – The Rick Simpson Story. It is a Canadian-produced documentary which offers some astounding claims in regards to hemp oil (made from the THC-packed little white hairs on marijuana buds). Namely that it is an effective cure for cancer. I was pretty skeptical when I watched this program, but … I’m convinced enough now that, come the day I’m ever diagnosed with The Big C (God forbid), the first thing I would ask for is hemp oil.

Watch it and let me know what you think.










Published March 23, 2008

Just a brief hello – or should I say, Hi – to those visitors who …

Aunderstand what 420 is

Bwake and bake and spend time at this site

Cis for cookie, that’s good enough for meeeee!

You are welcome here.

Yes, I am a Christian – though I have surely spent my share of time as a joker, smoker and midnight toker. In fact, some of the best times I’ve ever had have been in the company of those who also partake of this brand of self-medication.

Though the church has too often demonized us ‘hippies’ – never stopping to look any further than the outside of the dish – there is at least one other person of faith who understands the ultimate irony here.

In his book BLUE LIKE JAZZ, Christian author, Donald Miller, details the strange month he and another Christian colleague spent living among a bunch of stoners:

“When my friend Paul and I lived in the woods, we lived with hippies. Well, sort of hippies. They certainly smoked a lot of pot. They drank a lot of beer. And man, did they love each other, sometimes too much, perhaps, too physically, you know, but nonetheless they loved; they accepted and cherished everybody, even the ones who judged them because they were hippies. It was odd living with hippies at first, but I enjoyed it after a while.”

“They were not the traveling hippies, the ‘live off the land and other people’ hippies. They were formally educated, most of them from New York studying at NYU, getting their masters in literature, headed off to law school, that sort of thing. We would sit around talk about literature and each other, and I couldn’t tell the difference between the books they were talking about and their lives, they were just that cool. I liked them very much because they were interested in me. When I was with the hippies I did not feel judged, I felt loved. To them I was an endless well of stories and perspectives and grand literary views. It felt so wonderful to be in their presence, like I was special.”

“I have never experienced a group of people who loved each other more. All of them are tucked so neatly into my memory now, and I recall our evenings at camp or in the meadow or in the caves in my mind like a favorite film. I pull them out when I need to be reminded about goodness, about purity and kindness.”

“So much of what I know about getting along with people, I learned from the hippies. They were magical in community. People were drawn to them. They asked me what I loved, what I hated, how I felt about this and that, what sort of music made me angry, what sort of music made me sad. They asked me what I daydreamed about, what I wrote about, where my favorite places in the world were. They asked me about high school and college and my travels around America. They loved me like a good novel, like an art film, and this is how I felt when I was with them, like a person John Irving would write. I cannot tell you how quickly these people, these pot-smoking hippies disarmed me.”

“Because I grew up in the safe cocoon of Big-Christianity, I came to believe that anything outside the church was filled with darkness and unlove. Never in my wildest dreams would I have imagined there were, outside the church, people so purely lovely as the ones I met in the woods.”

“This did not confuse me so much as it surprised me. Until this point, the majority of my friends had been Christians. I was amazed to find, outside the church, genuine affection being shared, affection that seemed, well, authentic in comparison to the sort of love I had known within the church. I was even more amazed when I realized I preferred, in fact, the company of the hippies to the company of Christians. It isn’t that I didn’t love my Christian friends or that they didn’t love me, it was just that there was something different about my hippie friends; something, I don’t know, more real, more true. I realize that is a provocative statement, but I only felt I could be myself around them, and I could not be myself around my Christian friends.”

“I stayed in the woods a month. I wanted to stay longer. I had learned more about people, about community and happiness and contentment by living in the woods than I had in a lifetime of studying these ideas philosophically. I had discovered life outside the church, and I liked it. As I said, I preferred it.”

I couldn’t have said it better myself. I’ve made the attempt – starting with an post called CHURCHIANITY – a rant.  I’ve been meaning to follow up on that, and I think the only thing that’s stopped me is my intense struggle to speak the truth in love when addressing the topic. I get so fired up and pissed off, I lose half my audience (the church half). But, perhaps I will give it another try soon.

I understand what Miller is talking about better than many. As a Christian with a propensity for self-medicating herbally, I’ve often felt it is much easier to be around my ‘hippie’ friends than my Christian friends. For the record, I haven’t found a church I feel comfortable in for a very long time. Because in church, there are rules of conduct, codes of behavior, taboo questions, and if you break any of them, you can’t be in the club anymore. Never mind the hidden motivations of the heart (damaged or otherwise), say the wrong thing, broach the wrong topic, admit to having a passion for anything secular (gasp!) and you’re out on your ass.

This ought not be! Jesus hung with broken people. The sick and hurting, the ragamuffins, the emotionally wounded. Churches are not supposed to be country clubs for the healthy and wealthy, or those who follow the “rules” so stringently they are intolerable to be around. They are supposed to be hospitals for the sick. And by shunning those souls who self-medicate in a manner a little different (and everyone self-medicates in some fashion), we are breaking the most fundamental rule of Christianity there is.

When even a Christian author notes that Jesus’ command to “love one another” was more readily found amongst a bunch of hippies in the woods, than within his church, something is profoundly wrong. Something to think about.

Bottom line: stoners be welcome here, mon.

Enjoy the 420 song set below.